Hey there, this is my first challenge, so I hope I can get through it with ease. Please keep in mind, these are all MMxMM(Megamind/Metroman) so if you're not into that I don't recommend reading this.

EDIT 7/13/19: Holy Toledo, it's been a while! I seriously can't believe I left this for 3 years, it seems like I just updated! Anyway, I've recently come across new inspiration, yaaaaaay. However, upon reviewing what we have so far, I've decided to rewrite them before adding any new chapters. I won't be changing the overall prompts, however I will be tweaking the flow a bit. Feel free to let me know how you like the changes, if you notice them!

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He was angry, that much he knew.

Wayne watched silently as Syx paced about his kitchen, seemingly desperate for something to occupy himself with. It didn't take long for him to decide as he soon began taking out various ingredients and utensils. The musician would have smiled at the memory of his love confessing his lack of culinary skills if he wasn't so afraid of doing anything at all at that moment. "Quiet" was not one of the top ten words use to describe the blue alien. He wasn't the hostile or violent type, but it was a jarring contrast nonetheless. It left him feeling out of place and helpless from his position as the genius' partner. Wayne had gone to great lengths to prove himself to his lover and, with that, he had to prove to himself that he was even worth Syx's effort. Their bad times were behind them and he was ready to prove it.

It wasn't often that Syx got this way. In fact, Wayne had noticed how rare these moods were becoming.

But that didn't mean they never happened...

Wayne was brought out of his thoughts by the loud impact of metal pans. He sat awkwardly at the table, his hands folded between his knees and his feet crossing this way and that. His blue eyes flickered between his partner's back and the polished wood and he let out a skillfully quiet sigh. He never knew what to do in these situations. Despite being the best at practically everything, his talent well ran dry at emotions. Before his retirement, he put on a very convincing front to seem as welcoming and caring as possible. That was his job and while he did care, it was never out of empathy. It also didn't help that Syx was prone to drastic changes in mood, even back when they were children. Though perhaps it had been more of a learned behavior back then...a controllable facade to be used as needed that now had no control. Syx was more than happy to ignore it, to refuse the notion that he'd let it get out of hand and, despite being slightly offended at the accusation, didn't know what to do. It only made him frustrated.

The musician noticed that the banging had stopped. Daring a glance at the other alien, he found his back was still turned to him. His arms were stretched on either side of his body and his head was hung in an almost exhausted stance as he leaned over the stove. It was usually in these moments when Wayne would make his approach and, fearing he might not get another opening, swiftly maneuvered out of his chair and onto his feet. He didn't bother to try and sneak up on the other man, in fact it was probably the worst thing he could do right now. In the wake of their newly blossomed relationship, it quickly became apparent that, perhaps, Wayne didn't know the other so well. He was so used to his hyperactive nature and endless optimism that he'd been completely floored when he suddenly wasn't. Naïve and inexperienced, he'd made all the wrong decisions. He'd given in too quickly to frustration. He'd bantered and gibed and heckled, trying his damn hardest to get a reaction out of his new lover, ignoring his shaking and attempts to get away from him...his near frantic plea that he "just needs to be alone right now." After hours of harassment, confusion bubbled into anger. Before he could get himself under control, he'd cornered and trapped the other, desperate to face this new problem while inadvertently creating another.

Wayne winced at the memory. He hadn't meant for things to escalate so quickly- to snap so harshly. It was a miracle that Syx hadn't called the whole thing off right then. Shaking his head, he tried in vain to get the image of his terrified partner out of his mind...It killed him to think that he had been the cause of that fear.

It also reminded him that, even now, there was some amount of distrust between them.

He suppressed a shiver as his bare feet flattened against the cold floor...he wanted to make sure Syx heard him. He knew how much the smaller male hated being surprised and while he loved giving the other a good startle every once in a while, now wasn't the time.

Syx didn't move an inch as Wayne come up from behind him. He stood stiffly, glaring down at the fake granite of the stovetop. The musician tore his eyes away from his face to study the pan where a small slice of butter sat unmelted. The burner wasn't even turned on. This time he couldn't stop the sympathetic sigh from leaving his lips. Not caring about the possible repercussions, he wove his large arms around Syx's waist and rested his hands on his hips as he moved forward just enough to be cheek-to-cheek with him. Closing his eyes, he began to rock them gently from side to side.

They stayed in silence and he waited...and just when worry began to claw back into his heart...

He felt Syx sway with him.

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