A/N: Thank you all for the reviews and comments! I love sharing ideas and suggestions with those who share my interests! This chapter will as promised contain some graphic details but in a tasteful manner (I hope. I never wrote like this before.) and explore Syndrome's character even more.
Pittbulllady I apologize for keeping you and the other readers waiting for a Syndrome fic. I really wasn't sure if I was going to finish this one but after reading other fics I became inspired again. (Not to mention I'm sneaking in some time at work to think of a storyline.Shh!) I'm hoping to expose Syndrome's inner conflicts more and more with each chapter so bear with me!
NightMage You got your wish!
SirenFoxx Are you ready for what you've been waiting for? Lol.
Disclaimer: One time Mr. Bird was having lunch with me and I rattled off this idea about a super hero family named the Dynamites! Well good old Brad told me he hated my idea and that it would never sell but a few months later what do I see on the screen? The INCREDIBLES! Well now I own nothing. Some friend…lol
Chapter 5
Warm sunbeams filtered in the beautiful sleeping quarters and shone its glorious rays directly onto Mirage's face. The blonde stirred slightly and gave a deep stretch and yawn. Reaching out her arm, she expected to find another warm body sharing the bed with her but instead was greeted with a vacant space. Instead of Buddy, Mirage found an elegantly scripted note addressed to her. The woman reached over and opened the small note.
Mirage
I had some business to attend to that could not wait. Please meet me in the boardroom when you get dressed.
Syndrome
Mirage smiled as she folded the note back up. She then sat up, gave another yawn, and reached over to a chair next to her bed, and slipped on a silk robe. The woman then walked over to a Victorian style vanity that dwelled in her room and sat down to brush her hair.
It was a complete mess. Her elegant styled waves were now rumpled and everywhere giving her a messy look. Mirage smiled to herself knowing exactly why it was that way…
After closing the door shut, Syndrome turned to face Mirage who had seated herself on the bed smiling seductively at him. Her dress' shoulder straps were now hanging sexily down her arms instead of her shoulders. Her long slender legs were crossed and adorned with the sexy spike heels she wore that evening.
"Aw man" Syndrome said grinning goofily. "It's not even my birthday."
Mirage said nothing but only beckoned him closer by wagging her finger at him. The young man happily obliged and immediately embraced Mirage with deep thrusting kisses. Breathless, Buddy pulled back from the woman of his dreams and hurriedly undid his necktie. Mirage then helped him undo his suit jacket and unbutton his dress shirt. Syndrome, highly aroused, leaned in and trailed Madison's neck with kisses while at the same time undoing the zipper on her dress. Mirage's eyes opened and backed away slightly.
"What?" the redhead asked in bewilderment.
"Buddy," Mirage said blushing slightly. "I'm still a…virgin."
Buddy smiled at her truthfulness.
"It's okay, Sweetheart. I'm still one too."
Mirage smiled then planted a gentle kiss on Buddy's lips.
"Then if you suck, you have an excuse."
Buddy chuckled and pushed Mirage playfully down into the bed.
"You forget, I'm a master at all I do."
With that said, Syndrome artfully slipped Mirage's evening dress off her and unto to the floor along with his shirt. He looked down at his love who was now only clad in a strapless bra and flimsy underwear. Madison wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Make love to me, Buddy."
Buddy kissed her again, reached in back of her, and nervously undid her black bra. Throwing it on the floor (along with everything else.) his lips wandered from Mirage's lips to her neck and then her chest. Mirage let out a moan of pleasure as Syndrome sucked on her pert brown nipple while massaging the other one with his hand. Sensing Mirage's enjoyment he did the same with her other breast. Mirage gasped as she pulled him closer to her. Now starting to go with the flow, Syndrome's hungry mouth abandoned Madison's bust and explored her stomach. He planted warm kisses along her belly button and her sides.
"I can't wait any longer. I want you," the young woman moaned.
"In a moment, Sweetheart."
Buddy continued his slow seductive torture for a few moments, then not being able to wait much long himself, he stripped off Mirage's panties along with his boxers. Both slid under the expensive bedding and Syndrome positioned himself on top of Mirage. Very carefully he slid himself inside her. Mirage tensed up immediately.
"Relax. Just relax. I'm going to be gentle," he soothed to his lover.
Easing Mirage down Syndrome started going into a rhythm as old as time. He started out with slow gentle thrusts trying to cause Madison as little pain as possible. Madison began to moan in heightened pleasure with each of his thrusts. Then suddenly her moans became those of discomfort and her pleasant face became one that looked of pain. She was definitely innocent.
"Buddy! You're…hurting me," she panted while clawing at his back.
"Babe, it's going to hurt. You're a virgin. I'm trying to be gentle. Just bear with me," he huffed wishing she would stop clawing his back.
After a few more thrusts and a couple of Mirage's painful screams, she relaxed and started moving body in rhythm with Syndrome's. Many long moments had passed when Buddy gave a content moan and collapsed on top of Madison. He looked at the clock that sat on her dresser. One a.m.
He then directed his attention back to Mirage who was dreamily looking at Syndrome. He smiled to himself then gave another warm kiss on her pout lips.
"I love you," he whispered to her.
"I love you too," she whispered back
Then the exhausted pair crept off into a deep sleep.
Mirage looked into the vanity's mirror and gave a sigh. Gathering her hair she pulled it into a ponytail and proceeded to get dressed.
"And that, members of the board, concludes my proposal. Thank you," Syndrome said.
He looked from his paper and paused expecting applause. He frowned with dismay when none came.
At the other end of the massive oak table three flunkies were sitting looking at their leader with muddled expressions on their faces.
"Is this the part where we clap?" a fat balding one asked timidly.
"No," Syndrome replied sarcastically. "This is the part where I juggle three balls while at the same time ride a tricycle!"
"Oh," a second goon replied. "I didn't know you could do that."
Syndrome squinted his eyes and tightened his lips in annoyance.
Note to self: Never again practice speech in front of three morons.
The villain opened his mouth to say something but stopped when the room door cracked open.
"Miss Mirage is here to see you," a guard announced and stepped aside to let the woman walk in.
Mirage walked in dressed in jeans and sleeveless sapphire top. She smiled and blushed when her eyes met those of Syndrome's.
"I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"
Syndrome smiled then shook his head.
"No. In fact I was just about to end this meeting," he said eyeing his three imbecile employees.
He cleared his throat as in a hint for the three knuckleheads to leave but instead of taking it, they all had their eyes on Mirage.
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have the most beautiful face, Miss Mirage?" asked the bald one.
"Or that you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen?"
"Have you got a boyfriend?"
Mirage blushed while Syndrome's temper seemed to be getting the best of him.
"Has anyone ever told you three how UNEMPLOYMENT works?"
All three lackeys spun around sheepishly facing their leader.
"Sorry Sir. We'll just be leaving"
Syndrome watched as all crept out of the room leaving him and Mirage alone.
"Are you always that jealous or should I just feel special?" Madison asked giving Buddy a quick kiss on the lips. "I'm a big girl now, you know. I can handle myself."
"I know but, I'm a selfish guy. I can't bear to share you," the masked Syndrome said returning Mirage's kiss. "Did you eat breakfast yet?"
"No. Why?"
"Because, I took the liberty of having a tropical breakfast prepared for us on the balcony. I had the chef serve all your favorites."
"Sounds delicious. I'm starved after last night anyway," she said coyly.
Buddy blushed remembering last night.
"Really, did I make you that famished?" he asked stroking his love's cheek.
"You did say you were a master at everything but when it came to that I'd say you perfected it."
Buddy smiled devilishly and grabbed Mirage by the hand.
"Well maybe there'll be a double showing of last night later on. Now come on and let's get something to eat," he said and dragged her along to breakfast.
An hour later Madison and Buddy were strolling around Syndrome's headquarters stuffed and content.
"Breakfast was delicious, Syndrome" Mirage said patting her stomach.
"I knew you'd enjoy it," he said.
Both said nothing for moment but then a nagging thought boasted into Mirage's head.
"Where are the children? I haven't seen them lately and I want to make sure they're okay."
Shit, Buddy thought to himself.
"Oh, the kids? There's nothing to worry about, Sweetheart. They're on the other side of the place with a nanny looking after them. I made sure they were being treated decently while you and me spent some time together," explained the villain heedlessly.
"Well can I see them? I mean they probably have no idea what's going on," Mirage suggested.
"You want to see them?" he asked.
"Yes."
Think of an excuse!
"Well, Babe, I could take you but it's on the other side and you know how much of a walk that is. I'll take you later after I attend to a few things."
"Well," Mirage said crossing her arms self-righteously. "You could just tell me where they are and I could go visit them while you are busy with work."
Syndrome said nothing.
If anyone can hear this give me a distraction!
"Buddy did you hear me?" Mirage asked slightly put out.
Suddenly one of Syndrome's aides ran up the hall waving a handful of papers frantically.
"Sir, I'm so sorry to disturb you but I cannot mail out these documents without you signature on it and it's important these get mailed out today!" the aide exclaimed.
Thank you!
"Very well," Syndrome said in an official tone. He looked over at Mirage. "Listen, Mirage, we'll have to discuss this later. I have some matters to tend to. We can talk over dinner, okay?"
"Fine," Madison grumbled not completely satisfied.
She stood with her arms crossed watching Syndrome and his aide hurry down the massive hallway and down a flight of steps. If he wouldn't tell her where the children were then she'd find them herself.
Phew! That was too close for comfort, thought Syndrome sitting at his desk signing papers. Mirage was dangerously close to inquiring the truth about the Incredible children's whereabouts. No wonder she was a good reporter, she knew how to ask all the right questions.
It's not like I enjoy lying to her, the evil mastermind reasoned to himself. It's just that she wouldn't understand where I was coming from.
That's how Mirage always had been. Life was always black or white. There was never a gray shade. If he had to do some pretty rotten things to make his life a little easier and comfortable then damn it he was going to do it! It wasn't like his reasoning was selfish. Oh no. Life had dealt Buddy Pine some pretty nasty hands his all life. First his father dying because a Super had failed to save his sinking navy vessel and then his mother passing away just after he turned ten. With no parents to look to, Buddy turned to the only person he felt could make everything right: Mr. Incredible. But then even Mr. Incredible turned on him. Feeling betrayed Buddy slunk by in high school with no friends and only relying on his blueprints for inventions to keep him sane. Right after high school the red haired teenager got accepted to a prestige college on a full scholarship. It was then that he met Madison. She was majoring in engineering like him and remained just as mysterious. Surprisingly enough she chose him to reach out at even though he kept to himself. The two then became fast friends and right after college he asked her to join him as a partner in a business he was starting. After a year in business, Buddy was now a self made millionaire and him and Mirage had developed romantic feelings for each other.
Ah yes, the good old days.
But then with his money came power and the ability to carry out his every wish. Sure he had gotten revenge on all those who taunted and bullied him in school. Nothing beat, going back to school reunions the richest man alive, but that was old news. He wanted revenge on someone who hurt him bad. Someone god-like in fact. That someone was Mr. Incredible. It was then that his madness kicked in. If he couldn't get Mr. Incredible right away it was okay. He would practice on a few supers. Eventually his ex hero would show up and once he did he wouldn't leave alive. In fact with Mr. Incredible out of the way, people might actually start to worship him. Of course all good things must come to and end, but that's a different story…
In the midst of his thoughts Syndrome startled when he heard his intercom system go off.
"What is it?" he asked.
"Sir, we have word of two intruders on the property. They look like Supers." The voice explained.
So, his guests had finally arrived.
"Well then, let's not be rude shall we? Give our guests a proper welcome and I shall be down shortly."
"Very good, Sir. Will do." The voice said then clicked off.
Oh yes, it was very good indeed.
A/N: Well once again I have finished another chapter. I figured I'd do another one since I left everyone hanging for so long. Read and comment!
