God, it had been a long day. After her conversation with Andro, Roxanne had helped Minion analyze brainbot footage, taken notes on any incoming reports, and had her next (sightly less disastrous) lesson in flying the new hoverbike. When Megamind had said he was taking a break from creating his new device, Roxanne had hoped maybe they would have a little relaxation. She'd been wrong. Instead, he'd taken her to an indoor range in part of the Lair's massive basement and started teaching her how to fire the De-Gun.

"If you can learn to use it properly," he'd promised, "I'll make you one of your own."

The small weapon had kicked more than she'd expected, although in a completely different way than a regular firearm, and her first several shots had gone wild. Only the fact that her Uncle Edward had taught her how to shoot when she was a teen, and taken her on a couple of hunting trips, kept her from making a complete fool of herself. At least she'd known the basic safety protocols, and could vaguely guess at the adjustments needed in her stance. Megamind had patiently instructed her, of course, but his gentle assurances that she was "really doing well" and that the De-Gun was "difficult to adjust to" were belied by the fact that he'd made it look so easy.

After about twenty humiliating minutes she'd finally managed to start hitting the targets. Megamind had only allowed her to use the dehydration setting for obvious safety reasons, and it would have been hard to tell exactly where she'd hit if he hadn't also assigned a brainbot to film her attempts and replay the footage in slow motion. It was frustrating. True, she'd managed to turn each target into a small blue cube, but the playback revealed she was hitting nowhere near the painted bullseyes. She'd forgotten how sore firing a gun for an hour could make her arms, and was pathetically grateful when the random selection of crates, cans, and rusted manufacturing debris at the far end of the range had, at last, all been reduced to a bevy of glowing squares.

After that had come dinner and, blessedly, a hot shower. Now, wrapped in a thick towel– black, of course– Roxanne stepped from the steam-shrouded bathroom into her own quarters feeling as if life might just be worth living again.

The bathroom door slammed shut behind her. She spun, brain instantly buzzing with alertness, heart jumping in her chest.

Megamind was facing her, one hand pressed against the door to block her escape, the other hidden behind his back. His stance was relaxed, almost casual, but his eyes locked on her with the intense interest of a cat stalking a mouse.

"You have kept me waiting, Miss Ritchi," the purred. His voice was a silken menace, his slow smile sharp enough to die upon. "I do not like to be kept waiting."

Oh, God, yes...

Weariness forgotten, pulse racing, Roxanne felt things low in her body tighten at the sight of him, dangerous and sensual. She'd asked to see this side of him, and clearly he did not mean to disappoint.

"Well?" Megamind leaned against the door, arms crossed, something clutch in his right hand. He arched one eyebrow in a way that spoke of perilous expectation and impatient disdain. "What do you have to say for yourself?"

Her brain seemed to have lost the capacity to form words. Some part of it clung onto enough vague function to recognize that this was what he'd meant by "invading her privacy." True to his word, he'd given her the chance to object.

Megamind was slowly studying her like he meant to eat her alive, gaze roving up her body with such intensity that she could almost feel its physical weight. He partially opened his hand, letting a thin rope that looked as soft as it did strong dangle from his fingers. The blue man stalked closer, graceful as a panther, predatory promise in his eyes. "Do you have any idea," he rumbled darkly, "what I do to pretty young women who disappoint me?" He snapped the chord taut between his fists and moved nearer still.

Swallowing her pulse back down to where it belonged, Roxanne finally found her voice. "You don't scare me," she managed. Quite the opposite— her whole body ached for him!— but she was eager to play his game.

She thought she'd heard his evil laugh before, but what he did now… It shook things deep in her body.

Stepping closer, he moved in until she could feel his warmth, invading her personal space while still radiating suave intimidation. Despite her desire, Roxanne's body took an automatic step back.

"I don't scare you?" With a dark chuckle, Megamind lifted a mocking brow. That wolfish grin widened. "Not yet, Miss Ritchi. Not. Yet."

There was a blue and black blur, and Roxanne abruptly found herself pushed back into her office chair, trapped by his solid warmth, silken cord tightening around her wrists. She had known he was fast— had seen him dodge flying objects, bullets, and even lasers— but the suddenness of it startled a yelp from her.

"Oh, yes," his voice was a low hum against her ear. "That's more like it." God, his evil laugh was even more overwhelming when she could feel it vibrating along her body.

"But," he added, tangling one hand in her hair, just tight enough to tug without pain, and pulling her head back to look at him, "I'm not entirely without mercy. Not quite. I will give you a chance. You can endure until you have learned your lesson, or until you can take no more. If something I do proves… too much, simply say Code Red, and I will accept your surrender."

A safe word. He'd just given her a safe word. Was this something he'd done before or had he learned it during his "research?"

"Now," he let go of her hair suddenly. With one hand, Megamind tilted her chair back. His eyes devoured her while his free hand traced her cheek and neck with teasing gentleness. "Don't bother calling for rescue," his palm pressed briefly and gently over her throat. "You can scream all you wish, Miss Ritchi," he quoted deliberately, fingers trailing over her shoulder, along her collar bone. "I'm afraid no one can hear you." With a violent jerk, her towel was torn away. Megamind leaned in close, hand sliding lower to cup one breast, breath tickling her neck as he purred: "And I will make you scream."

He claimed her lips with nearly bruising passion. She ached to touch him, to wrap her arms around him and run her nails along the back of his head, yet there was something so erotic about being completely at his mercy. And Megamind seemed determined to make the most of her restraint. He kissed and nipped along her jaw, up her ear, back down her neck, and across her collar bone. Roxanne was breathless by the time his mouth finally found her left nipple and latched on, sucking and licking and biting until she was whimpering for more. The former villain hadn't tied her legs, and she wrapped them around him, trying to rub the hard bulge in his tight pants against her aching core.

"Ah-ah-ah," Megamind admonished, pulling away to thwart her. "I'm not done teasing yet."

He lowered his head to the opposite breast and lavished attention upon it, making her squirm and shiver, before he began kissing his way down her soft stomach.

"Megamind!" she gasped. "Oh, God, yes, Megamind! Please!"

The blue hero growled in his throat and kissed his way along her lower stomach to bite her hip bone, wringing a moan from his lover but still denying her what she most needed. His gentle teeth and goatee tickled down her upper leg, scraped across her knee— who knew that could feel so good?!— and finally teased their way up the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh.

"Yes! Yes! Please!" Roxanne begged, lifting her hips as he neared the promised land. But her lover only rumbled an evil laugh against her skin and moved to give her other thigh the same attention. Roxanne was nearly sobbing with need when she finally felt his hot breath against her core.

Then he stopped.

"Do you want it?" he purred, his lips close enough to just barely brush her hot skin.

"Yes! God, yes!"

Her lover rolled burning green eyes up to meet hers. "Beg," he commanded.

"Please, Megamind! Please!"

"Please what?"

"Please! Please lick me, taste me! Eat me out!"

The blue man used his nose to part her nether lips and took a moment to rub his goatee against her most sensitive spot, making her hips jump. He hummed against her as his mouth at last found it's target, the vibration making her tremble. He sucked her clit, tongue flicking over the sensitive bundle, while his hand moved down to press two crooked fingers against her g-spot. Roxanne's head fell back as he built a rhythm between lips, fingers, tongue, and teeth. His voice rumbled deeply against her again, the vibration adding a new layer of exquisite pleasure until she was thrashing against her bonds and the weight of his body. He brought her to orgasm but refused to slow or let up, driving her relentlessly to one peak after another until lights flashed behind her eyes and her voice grew hoarse with screaming.

With one last kiss against her throbbing core, Megamind finally pulled away, leaving his lover boneless and gasping. She heard the sound of a zipper, the slide of leather against skin, and then he was leaning over her, his bare flesh warm against hers, his rock hard erection pressed against her opening.

"Please Megamind... I promise I'll be a good girl." she gasped.

He hesitated for just a moment, waiting to see if she'd use the safe word. When she didn't, a grin of pure wickedness spread across his face, and, with one brutal thrust of his hips, he buried himself deep inside her.

"You," he drew out and pushed deep again. "Do not..." he slammed back in. "Get to ask… for mercy! You… Are… Being… PUNISHED!" Every word was accented by another savage thrust, wringing cries of ecstasy from her lips. He pulled her legs up higher and adjusted his position to hit her g-spot each time he ploughed into her, swayed and twisted his hips to rub his textured cock against her as he hammered her into the chair.

"Yes! Yes! Megamind! Fuck me! Oh, God, fuck me!"

"I was… Under the impression… That was… Exactly… What I was doing… But if there… Is any doubt… I had better... fuck… HARDER!"

He jerked her legs up over his shoulders so suddenly that he almost toppled them. Grabbing the chair for leverage, he slammed into her with inhuman speed and nearly violent passion. Every nerve in her body was singing for him. Lightning was flashing across her vision until the pleasure building within her finally crashed over her with the force of a tsunami. The world faded into a pool of brilliant white light as Roxanne spasmed and wailed, losing herself in soul-shattering ecstasy.

Blackness resolved itself into a gray-patina world. Color reasserted itself as her vision slowly cleared. There was something soft and smooth beneath her, and the slight, warm weight of fabric enveloped her. Her head was nestled into feathered pillows. How had she gotten into the bed?

"Sweetheart? How do you feel?"

Megamind's warm voice turned Roxanne's gaze toward her lover. He was stretch beside her, propped on one elbow, watching her intently.

"What… happened?" her voice was rough with overuse.

"Here, Love, drink some water. You passed out."

"I what?"

"After that last orgasm. You passed out."

Wow. Just wow.

Roxanne gulped some water from the glass he'd offered. "I didn't even know that was possible."

"Apparently it is." He was trying to show concern, but he was clearly excessively proud of himself.

Her mind finally beginning to function again, the woman looked up at her blue lover. "What about you? Did you finish?"

He looked a little sheepish. "Around the same time you did. I didn't realize until afterward that you were..." he gestured. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" she stared at him. "Megamind, you just made me cum so hard that I literally passed out, and you're apologizing?" She shook her head. "Listen, after the," she offered a saucy grin, "wonderful, wicked things you did for me, I would have been upset if you hadn't gotten off. You," she trailed a hand along his chest. "needed a good, hard orgasm. You definitely earned it."

He lowered his head and purred against her neck as he pressed a kiss below her ear.

"Well, then, Miss Ritchi, you will be happy to know that that was unquestionably the most intense orgasm of my entire life."

"Mmm. I'm glad," she snuggled closer to him, and he lay back to let her nestle into the crook of his arm. "Because I am going to need a lot of repeat performances."

His chuckle rumbled under her ear. "I can certainly oblige. But not tonight."

"Not tonight," she agreed with a yawn. "Sleep now, sex later."

The last this she remembered was his arms wrapping around her back while he chuckled again.

Roxanne's phone alarm went off at six AM sharp, and she groaned. Beside her, Megamind stirred and wrapped his arms tighter across her middle.

"Press snooze," he nuzzled just below her ear. "Ten more minutes. Let me hold you ten more minutes."

Well, what else could she do? "Does the Evil Overlord command it?" she teased, snaking one arm behind him to stroke the back of his head.

"Mmmm. Unequivocally." He snuggled closer.

When the alarm sounded the second time, he sighed and, with an oddly reluctant stretch, sat up.

"Much though I would like nothing better than to spend the morning here with you," he said, "we do have other matters to deal with."

"I know," she cuddled against him and laid her head in his lap. He made a sound of half-hearted protest, but his hand moved to stroke her hair.

"I'll let you up under one condition," Roxanne continued.

"And what is that?"

"Promise to kidnap me like that again soon?"

His chuckle thrummed in his chest. "Still haven't learned your lesson, hmmm?"

"Not even slightly."

"Ah, well, we certainly will have to do something about that. But not now," he patted her hip. "I'm afraid right now we have to at least pretend to be responsible adults."

"Stupid adulting."

He laughed again. "Indeed."

Minion, thank God, had made coffee, so Roxanne was at least feeling more awake by the time they began the day's training began, even if the euphoric high of what was undoubtedly the best sex of her life hadn't faded yet.

Perhaps because the pleasure Megamind had provided last night had been phenomenal even by his impressive standards, Roxanne couldn't seem to keep her mind from wandering back to the heated memory. She had never realized that even the best sex could be that intense and awe-inspiring, could take her to a place beyond ecstasy, turning the world into white light. Roxanne had never realized how good it could feel to relinquish self-control, abandon all doubts, and place herself with full, unconditional confidence into a lover's care. But then, she supposed, she had never before trusted someone enough for that. Megamind had certainly proved himself up to the challenge, and her final orgasm had hit her like a religious experience. The sexual rapture that resulted had been new, utterly amazing, and, like an addiction, now led to a greater craving.

Roxanne shook her head to clear it. It was immensely difficult to concentrate on her lover's instructions when the instinctive part of her brain kept trying to focus on the way Megamind's oddly elastic muscles stretched and moved under his skin– familiar yet slightly inhuman– or the way his blue tone took on a lavender-rose flush around his cheeks when he grew hot with exertion.

"Roxanne, I love it when you look at me that way, but I really, really need you to concentrate."

Blushing hot crimson, she realized she'd been staring again.

"Sorry, I–"

"Don't apologize," he said gently. "Not for that. Every time I see that expression on your face, it's like a small miracle," he draped his arms loosely around her. "But I want to keep seeing that look for years to come, and that means keeping you safe."

She nodded. "I know. I… I'll try harder."

And her stupid brain immediately went all sorts of inappropriate directions with the word 'harder.' Damn it, she'd never had this kind of trouble with other men she'd dated. What was wrong with her?

Megamind was watching her, his head ducked to better see her face, his mouth crooked to one side. "You're hopeless."

She blushed again.

"Alright," he turned, one arm tightening around her waist to press her into his side for a moment, then lifting his opposite wrist to his mouth and releasing his lover for long enough to activate the communication device on the holowatch. "Minion, can you cover everything for an extra half-hour today?"

"You've got it, Boss!"

Turning his emerald gaze back to her, Megamind studied her face for a moment, one hand delicately cupping the side of her neck while the other slide to her waist. Then he leaned in and kissed her, slowly and deeply. He pressed her gently backward, and she responded to the wordless request. They both sank slowly to the mat, arms and tongues intertwined.

"Feeling better?" Megamind asked nearly forty minutes later. They were still tangled together, heat-flushed and sweat-soaked, their bare skin pressed close.

"Yes," she managed. "So much."

"Think you can pay attention now?"

"I think so, yes."

"Good," smiling, he kissed her one more time, just a peck on the lips, then rolled off of her. Standing up, he offered her his hand and pulled her to her feet. "Get your things back on and we'll try again. This time I want you to remember: the point is to use your opponent's strength, not yours, and for that to work, they need to be off-balance first…"

Two hours later, Megamind finally called an end to training, and Roxanne nearly wilted with relief. This move had been difficult because doing it properly meant inflicting pain. The first step was easy— sweeping her hands up under her chin to prevent his choke-hold— but afterward, she had to slam her foot down on his insole, knock his arm aside, and ram her elbow back into his stomach. Causing that momentary pain and distraction was key. Otherwise, when she reversed her weight, threw it forward, and jerked his arm hard over her shoulder, she'd only succeed in hurting herself rather than flipping him. He'd explained that several times, but she still hated the idea of injuring him.

"Sweetheart," he'd admonished. "I spent years being thrown around by Metro Man. Please believe me, you're not going to do any real damage."

With a deep breath, she'd finally done what he said, and the next moment he was lying on his back in front of her wheezing.

"I'm so sorry, Megamind! Are you okay?"

He was laughing, although breathlessly. "Great! That was great! I wanted you to throw me! That's the entire point! Now," he leaped up with an effortless grace she envied. "Let's do it a few more times, then we'll go back over what I taught you yesterday."