The warmth of the blankets was everywhere, and Minion felt as though he could very well catch on fire from just how much heat they were giving off. Had he always felt this hot in the bed, or was it something else? The fish-man's head felt cloudy, as if he was walking through a thick fog on an early morning in winter, but he couldn't feel any cold, or biting wind like one would expect. Instead, he felt hands; soft, small hands pushing against him, and that seemed enough to help clear the fog that was his mind.
A shuddering gasp was ripped from his mouth as he felt those hands grip against his still-new body. One was at his lower back, and the other was lost, tangled, in his thick black hair that still refused to listen to reason and stuck up in various directions. Minion shivered at the touch as his own hands reached out and found a warm body close to his own, alarmingly close, and bare as his own was.
Then there was a kiss. A biting, harsh thing that seemed to want to crush and own his mouth, and Minion would gladly lay down anywhere to allow this to continue. It was electric; it was as if he could feel the shockwaves rocking through his body, awakening every inch of him, until there was no longer any fog to speak of.
The small, blue hand that was gripping at his side suddenly pushed downwards with greater need, with hunger, with purpose that had Minion breaking away from the deepening kiss to arch his back and cry out, and try to catch his breath. But every time it felt as though he was about to get his hands around it, his breath would be gone... it was like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands, in the dark, and you were blind-folded on top of that. It was impossible.
Minion swallowed harshly, trying to gain control, but it seemed as though his body, and the one of the small, blue man pressing against him in such delicious ways, were refusing to allow such a thing to happen. He shut his brown eyes tightly and bared his teeth, and arched his head back as that wandering hand found a very suitable place to settle.
But just as soon as that touch occurred, Minion's eyes snapped open.
He still felt warm; ridiculously warm to the point of sweating, and the blankets had been partly kicked off of the two aliens at some point during the night. Heart pounding and head reeling, Minion tried to clear his mind all over again, just like he had in that... that very strange dream he had just awoken from.
But he found this impossible, since he was now lying on his back, and his boss was laying on top of him. Not only that, but he was literally wrapped around the fish-man in some places. His thin blue legs dug tightly into Minion's sides. One of his arms had reached up and was lost somewhere beneath the pillow that Minion was using, while the other was trapped beside them.
This shouldn't have come as such a huge surprise to the fish-man, really. He recalled years ago, when Megamind had suffered an especially humiliating and soul crushing defeat by Metro Man, that he had offered to keep his Sir company through the night. Megamind had scoffed at the idea, of course, stating that an evil genius didn't need to be babysat by a fish in a gorilla suit. Eventually he had given in, and Minion had slept peacefully in his castle within his robot suit, and when he awoke the next morning he found his boss in a similar position to what he was now.
It appeared as though Megamind was a cuddler by nature.
Yet, back then, it hadn't bothered the fish as greatly as it was doing to him now. Back then, he had been a simple fish in a dome of water. Now his body was all flesh and blood, and he could feel the weight, and warmth, of his boss pressing against him no matter how slight it was. Megamind's temple rested against his neck, and he was certain he could feel the alien's breath against his skin, causing his new hair to stand up on end.
This was not helping his situation at all. What situation was that? The one happening down in his pajama bottoms, that's what. Like the day before, the same occurrence was happening all over again, only this time he wasn't in the privacy of the bathroom to deal with it. He was in his boss's bed. With his boss lying on top of him.
"Oh God." Minion strained as he tried to look around the room, as if hoping to see salvation in the form of something, anything.
He regretted speaking immediately, since Megamind suddenly shifted against him, and made the kinds of sounds a person (human or alien) made when they were waking up. Minion grimaced and bit his top lip as Megamind moved again, only now he was beginning to slowly lift his head from Minion's neck. Why was this suddenly a bad thing? Hadn't having Megamind lying on top of him been the bad thing seconds ago? Minion fretted and watched as his boss very slowly sat up, not on the bed, but on his stomach.
Another thing about Megamind that not many people knew was that he was a slow riser. The blue alien sat up on the firm, warm body beneath him, and arched his back as he yawned loudly. Lifting his hands, he wiped sleepily at his green eyes. Megamind lowered his hands and dug them down against Minion's chest, and opened his eyes sleepily, smacking his lips lazily as he glanced around the room.
"...G-good morning. Sir," Minion finally squeaked, trying to ignore how Megamind's weight was pressing down against him.
"Hnnghh?" Megamind asked vaguely, looking down at Minion as if he hadn't even realized the fish-man was here. The two aliens stared at one another for a moment before Megamind's face suddenly shifted from blue to lavender in seconds flat. He yelped, jumped off of Minion as if he was a cat on a hot tin roof, caught his foot in the blankets, tumbled right off the bed, and landed with a loud thud on the ground.
"SIR!" Minion cried as he sat bolt upright, ignoring the throbbing pain of his 'problem', and climbed off of the bed immediately to help the fallen alien. "Oh my God, Sir, a-are you all right? You didn't hit your head did you?" he asked shakily, making a grab for his boss from where he had fallen.
"N-no," Megamind answered shakily as Minion effortlessly lifted him to his feet as if he was a child. "Minion," he said stiffly.
"Y-yes Sir?" asked the fish-man as he continued checking Megamind for any injuries or bruises.
"Stop that, stop it. I'm fine. Stop it!" Megamind slapped the green hands away before he froze, green eyes widening. "What is that," he said flatly.
"W-what is what, Sir?" Minion asked.
"That. There." The blue alien promptly pointed, his expression turning from one of disgruntled annoyance to curiosity and wonder. "In your-"
"It's nothing!" squeaked the fish as he jumped back, as if he had been hit by an electric bolt.
"Nothing?" Megamind asked, narrowing an eye. "It doesn't look like nothing."
"Well, it is!" Minion shot back.
"Don't use that tone with me!"
"Sorry, Sir! Yes, I'm sorry, Sir!"
"Well, it can't be nothing," Megamind mused as he stared at it, stroking his goatee slowly. "Is it an adverse effect of your human body? Are you sick? Oh!" He clapped his hands together, eyes wide. "Are you turning back to a fish?"
"N-no. No, Sir I. I don't think I am," Minion stuttered. "It's. It's a. A part of me, Sir."
"A part of you-oh! Like my tentacles?" he asked, seeming to get it now.
"I. I th-think so?" Minion asked, wanting to find a great big hole to climb into and hide for the rest of his miserable life. He had never felt as embarrassed as he did right now.
"But my tentacles don't do... uh. That." Megamind gestured to the problem, which still stubbornly refused to go away no matter how badly and loudly Minion was mentally wishing it away. "So you're obviously not built like me, are you?" he asked, looking up at Minion's emerald-green face. "Perhaps you take after Metro Man's DNA..." he mused.
"Metro Man?"
"Well, it was his leftover DNA that hit you. Not mine," pointed out the blue alien. He took a step towards Minion, who quickly stepped backwards, but his legs hit the bed and he ended up falling backwards onto the mattress. "That reminds me, Minion. You don't feel as though you've developed any superpowers, do you? Ability to fly? Laser vision? Super strength? Super speed...?" he asked, eyes darting down to the 'problem' every now and then before looking back at Minion, who really did wish he was dead now.
"I don't-no, I don't think-if I did, punching that g-guy yesterday would have done real damage..." he stammered. "And why didn't you think to ask me this y-yesterday why are you only-OH MY GOD SIR!" Minion screamed, train of thought well and truly shot into orbit as his boss unceremoniously grabbed his pajama bottoms and pulled them down. The air in the room suddenly felt so very cold against his exposed, sensitive flesh, and yet his face couldn't feel any warmer, nor could his chest.
"Huh," Megamind said quietly, his face remaining fairly blank save for a light flush spreading over his cheeks and nose. "So that's what it looks like." He narrowed an eye in a judging manner as Minion flailed and grabbed the bottoms and began to roughly pull them up over himself again. "Ugly sexual organ, isn't it? What's the point of the hair, exactly? I don't have any hair down there."
"Y-y-you don't h-have ha-hair anyw-where Sir, and please don't do that again!" Minion pleaded, holding the pajama bottoms close to him, eyes still wide. "That was v-very rude!"
"Rude? Rude? Me?" Megamind asked, face turning a deeper shade of purple. "It isn't rude! You've been naked all your life! Why are you suddenly freaking out now?" he asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like it!" Minion shot back. "Please don't do it again! Please, Sir! I've never asked you for anything else, but please don't do that ever, ever again!"
Megamind scowled, and set his hands on his hips and sighed in a melodramatic manner. "God, fine! If you want to be such a guppy about everything I won't do that again. But!" He pointed dramatically at the fish-man. "Don't think you're getting out of any research I want to do today. Yesterday was about getting used to your body, today is about scientific research into your abilities and what you can do. Got it?" he asked, eyes narrowed.
"Yes, Sir," Minion said weakly.
"So how does one rid themselves of the uh. Problem?" Megamind asked, glancing down quickly before looking back at Minion.
"I think it'll go away by itself, Sir," Minion lied as he wriggled off of the bed entirely, not about to tell his boss how wonderful it felt to touch himself down there, like he had the day before.
"You don't master-bait?" Megamind asked flat-out, and Minion felt as if his brain suddenly froze. The blue alien stared at him blankly, before rolling his eyes. "I'm not a child, Minion. I know what master-baiting is. Unless you don't know?" he asked, arching a brow. "Wait. Could you even master-bait as a fish?"
"N-no. No I. No," Minion said stiffly, through his clenched teeth.
"Ah! Another first for you then!" Megamind announced enthusiastically.
"Sir, please," begged the fish-man, feeling as though his emerald-green face would never, ever fade. "Can, can I just go? I. I need to go pick up your morning coffee and donuts and everything else, please, please?"
"Oh fine. Fine!" The blue alien waved his hands in a 'shoo' motion. "Go on, then! But brush your teeth before you go!"
"Yes, Sir." Minion flushed as he rushed from the room as quickly as he could.
Minion could swear that his ears were still burning by the time he approached the local coffee and donut joint that he frequented practically every day. While he always insisted to his boss that he could make him his own coffee, Megamind always said he liked the coffee from here better than anything. Plus, the donuts were fresh and hot, and Megamind took great joy in sucking the icing off of his fingers after enjoying one.
Why this sudden thought made Minion's body warm up, he didn't know.
But here he stood in line at the coffee joint, hands hanging by his sides. Already he had been stopped for autographs, and photos, by a few fans. Some girls had even given him their numbers, though he didn't see why... he didn't own a phone. But he was too polite to turn them down outright, so he had stuffed them into his pocket.
He just now approached the front. When the girl behind the cash register lifted her head, Minion was startled to see that he recognized her face.
It was Mary, from the day before. Same blond hair, same blue eyes, but now she was wearing a uniform that matched her fellow coworkers. Minion blinked in recognition before giving her a smile in greeting.
"Good morning, can I take your-Minion?" she asked, blinking in surprise. "Is that really you?"
"Hah, y-yeah it's me," he replied nervously. "I didn't know you worked here?"
"I only just started the other day," Mary replied with a warm, easy smile. "So, what can I get for you, sir?"
"Oh, don't call me that," Minion insisted. All his years coming here, he had insisted everybody just call him Minion. Yes, they had known who he was, that he was the minion of Megamind, but since he had a gentle, sweet disposition and always paid for his coffee and donuts, they never called the cops in on him. The other workers here knew him, and knew better than to call him 'sir' to his face.
"Well, all right, Minion. What can I make you?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
He was about to say 'the regular', but Mary wouldn't know the regular, would she?
"Cinnamon Dolce Soy Chai Tea Latte, extra sugar. And one mocha latte, no sugar," Minion insisted. He pulled his wallet from the fanny pack that he wore on top of his new belt, which his boss had insisted he wear. Naturally, it was studded, and had the M symbol on the belt buckle, just in case nobody could work out who he was, or who he worked for. He handed her the money and got his change, before moving along down the front side of the bar, picking up napkins, then moving on to the donut section to order a baker's dozen, just the way his Sir liked it.
Just where Megamind put all this food was a mystery to most. Minion, though, knew his boss burned off absolutely everything that went into his mouth. Was Megamind ever truly still for any time longer than an hour a day? He would rush around town on patrol, work on some new designs and machines to help defend the city, and all manner of things that would leave any regular person gasping for breath. But not Megamind; his metabolism was something to be marveled over.
"Wow, that's a lot of donuts!" Mary commented when she saw him return for the two coffees.
"Mmhmm. I can't wait to try one," grinned the fish-man, as he lifted the lid to inspect the various flavors of donuts now available to him.
"Didn't you eat them before?" she asked while her co-worker took over the cash register.
"Hm? Oh, well. Yeah. But they were wet," Minion admitted. "Being a fish and all."
"Oh! Right! Sorry, stupid question." Mary laughed.
"No, no. No such thing as stupid questions, don't you know?" Minion replied with a laugh. He glanced at the young man working the coffee machine, and continued to wait patiently.
"So tell me, what does the life of a superhero's sidekick entail normally?" the blond woman asked, clearly curious.
Minion had time to spare, so he smiled at her toothily. "Oh, well, what doesn't it entail? I wake up in the mornings, and the first thing I do is fetch Sir's coffee and donuts like I'm doing now. Then I take them back home to the lair, where he enjoys them while I make his bed. Today I... think I might strip and change the bed, however. After that I do the dishes, and put them away. After that I do the laundry for the past few days, since surprisingly enough we go through a lot of laundry around the lair. Then comes time to help Sir with his plans and plotting on ways to defend the city from evildoers. Lunch is normally after that, and after that I spend a good few hours working on brand new costumes for him, since Sir needs to always look his best, you know? I put a lot of effort into his clothing, since, well, you can hardly call yourself a hero if you don't look the part, right? And throughout the day, if there are any mechanical emergencies I fix them. That includes broken speakers, busted Brain Bots, the usual kind of thing. All between this I work on dinner for Sir, so we end up eating sometime around six o'clock. Once dinner's done we go on patrol around the City until late, then head to bed."
Mary stood there, staring at the fish-man with wide eyes.
"And that's... every day?" she asked.
"Every day." Minion grinned, before gasping, since the boy had finished his coffee order.
"You're not a minion, you're a mother!" Mary gasped.
Minion blushed emerald and shrugged his shoulders. "I just do my job, and my job is to take care of him... that's all. Well. It was great seeing you again Mary, but I gotta run. I'll... uh..." he trailed off before smiling nervously. "See you tomorrow?" he asked quietly.
"See you tomorrow." Mary smiled, and waved him off as he left.
"Sir, really. I can't lift this..." Minion complained as he stood in front of some weights that were of ridiculous size.
"You're not even trying!" Megamind said as he chewed on one of the last donuts from the box.
"I am too!" Minion shot back.
"Then put your back into it, Minion! Come on! You've got Metro Man's DNA in you! Who's to say you haven't got power locked away, just waiting to be unleashed upon anybody foolish enough to try and wrong you?" Megamind asked, grinning widely.
"Remember last time you tried to stoke the fires of this sort of thing, Sir?" Minion asked as he bent at the knees and grabbed the weights with his hands. "What happened?"
"You're not some foolish Roxanne-obsessed cameraman, Minion. You're Minion!"
"Speaking of Miss Ritchi, has she called recently?" Minion asked around heavy strains, as he tried to lift the weights even a centimeter off the ground.
Megamind frowned from his seat near the weights, and brought his legs up so they were pressing against his chest slightly. "No. No she hasn't," he said flatly.
"Oh Sir... I thought after our interview yesterday-"
"Well, you thought wrong," the blue alien said, as he wiped his hand on a napkin before nibbling at the icing and sugar that had clung to his fingers. "Miss Ritchi has made it p-painfully obvious now. She's been toying with my little not-so-black heart for long enough. She's not interested. But you know what?" Megamind got down off of his chair. "That's her loss!"
"Her loss?" Minion asked, abandoning the task of lifting the weights.
"Yes! Her loss! I mean, who wouldn't want to get with all this?" Megamind gestured to himself, before going so far as to flex his arms as if he were suddenly muscular. "I'll tell you who, Minion, nobody! Miss Ritchi had her chance, and now it's gone."
"So what are you going to do now, Sir?" asked the fish-man, not sure he was enjoying what he was hearing. While it was good to hear that his Sir was no longer moping and feeling miserable about Miss Ritchi's treatment of his feelings and heart, it was worrying to see him undergo such a sudden and volatile reaction.
"I'm going to be me," Megamind replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "I don't need anybody to be happy, I mean. I mean, anybody except you, Minion. I don't. I don't really think I could manage if you left."
Minion made a sad little sound before walking over to his boss, and punched him lightly in the shoulder. "Sir, you know I'm not going to be going anywhere."
Megamind smiled faintly, before he lifted a hand and punched Minion in the arm, mirroring the fish-man's gesture seconds earlier. "Well, good. Now!" he clapped his hands back together, rubbing them together eagerly. "Let's get back to work! Now, lift those weights!"
"Oh Sir..."
To be continued