FILL - How Bizzare (1/5)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:05:50 UTC
What a month. Strange. Depressing. Illogical. Hmm, yes. Mostly illogical.
Because there was really no logical reason why Bernard Jones was sitting on the spotless white couch in the ex-hero of Metro City’s gaudy bachelor pad. No logic behind why he was watching intently as the statuesque alien himself stood just a foot away undoing his jeans.
But then again, there was nothing logical about anything that had happened in the last four weeks.
‘Metrosity is mine!’
Those three words, punctuated by maniacal laughter, changed everything.
Megamind had never won. But in that instant, the entire populace watching on their television sets knew that their perfect, beautiful, invulnerable Metro Man was dead.
Nobody understood how their champion for over twenty years could have had an acute weakness to copper. It was absurd.
So was the deep, twisting tug in the center of Bernard’s chest when he heard the news about Metro Man.
He had only met the hero face-to-face on two separate occasions, both times sans-costume and out in public. Bernard had begrudgingly admitted to himself, when Metro Man - Wayne, he had specified with that genuine smile - had spoken with him, that he was probably the only person on the entire planet that he actually enjoyed conversing with. Wayne hadn’t minded Bernard’s dry tone and coarse remarks. Didn’t seem to care that everything that came from the bespectacled man’s mouth was insensitive, dreary, and apathetic. If anything, Wayne seemed to have been thrilled that the other man was the only human in Metro City who didn’t treat him like a magnificent golden idol. There had been a spark there, Bernard was sure of it.
Despite that, they were barely even acquaintances. So why did Metro Man’s death hurt so badly…? It made no sense, but it didn’t stop a single tear from gathering in his eye as he watched the news that day.
In twenty-four hours, Megamind had taken over City Hall with no resistance whatsoever, declaring himself Evil Overlord.
In one week, nine banks had been forced to close down. It was difficult to continue running their business when the blue alien continually robbed them and the police didn’t have the balls to stop him without Metro Man to back them up.
In two weeks, several more businesses had closed, and people had almost completely stopped coming to the Metro Man Museum. It was suspected that the exhibit was a glaringly obvious target for an attack by Megamind. Bernard, who had been hired as curator at the beginning of the year when the museum hadn’t even opened yet, had been informed by his boss that if admission didn’t pick up by the end of the month, they’d be forced to close.
By the third week, Bernard had begun looking for another job. Which was horridly daunting when the economy in Metro City was falling into recession faster than one of Megamind’s doomsday machines to the ground. Nobody was really in need of an expert on all things Megamind. No one cared to know more than they already did.
And the fourth week came, and the museum hadn’t seen more than half a dozen costumers in as many days. Bernard had sarcastically mentioned that he might as well have gone home at lunch when one of his colleagues approached him. It was still an hour until closing time, but the older man asked Bernard if he could go ahead and leave. He expressed his interest in going to the nearest bar and getting hammered, and Bernard, having lost all ability to care about whether or not the museum employees stayed for the full length of their shifts, had given the go-ahead.
After waiting another five minutes, Bernard decided that getting drunk actually sounded like a fantastic idea. Not because he enjoyed drinking, because he really didn’t, but he figured that if anything was going to ease his depression, a tall glass of beer would. At least he wouldn’t be able to remember that his heart ached. So he had locked up the museum behind him as he left, leaving the building empty and dark.
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (2/5)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:09:05 UTC
The surprising thing wasn’t that he actually followed through with that ridiculous impulse to go to a bar. Or that he downed the first bottle of beer in record time and had ordered another.
No. The biggest shock wasn’t even when, his head spinning lightly from the rush of alcohol, Bernard had twisted in his seat to look around at the inside of the dark smoky bar and seen him.
He was dressed in a grey t-shirt and plain blue jeans, with tousled salt and pepper hair and a thickly grown beard. While he certainly looked like an average Joe despite his enormous muscular form, it was still obviously him. And no one even gave him a second glance. It was truly bizarre. Like Bernard was the only person on the planet who could connect Clark Kent to Superman. Maybe everyone else in the city was as idiotic as he’d always assumed.
But the most surprising thing was that Bernard had stood quietly, walked over to the man with the chiseled jaw, and sat beside him nonchalantly, facing him. “Well well, if it isn’t Wayne. I didn’t expect to see you here. Or anywhere at all for that matter, seeing as you’re supposedly dead.”
Slate blue eyes had turned to him in utter horror. It had been mildly amusing to see the fearless ex-hero of the city looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar; guilty, surprised, expecting the worst.
“The ‘deer in the headlights‘ look doesn‘t suit you,” Bernard had said, mouth curving in a humorless smile as he sipped at his second beer.
Wayne worried his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking, not making eye contact. “Bernard…” How was it that the hero was the only person who could remember the wild-haired brunette’s name without being told a hundred times? “I know this is… unexpected.” His large hand drifted to the back of his neck, scratching absently at his hairline. “I, uh, it’s really complicated. And I’m sure you don’t want to hear or care about my reasons, but…” Blue eyes finally met brown, pleading and open. “I need this to stay between us. Please. No one can know about me.”
Bernard had taken stock of his emotions, then. He couldn’t really say he was angry. He was almost always annoyed, and he didn’t feel too differently than usual. He was a little relieved that Wayne hadn’t perished. But outweighing everything else was his burning curiosity. He sort of wanted to know why the ex-hero had cast his old life aside to wander the city like an average citizen, but if he was honest with himself, he figured it was probably due to too much pressure. Or boredom. Either way, he didn’t care enough to spend an entire evening listening to anyone, not even Wayne, talk about his feelings and internal rationale.
But there was that spark again, and while he had no intention of sharing Wayne’s secret with anyone - who would believe him anyway? - he decided that he did want to satiate his inquisitive nature.
Of all the things he has ever wanted to know about Metro Man, one question rose to the forefront of his mind. Something he would never be able to research, hunt for, or figure out for sure by rummaging through websites or the library.
“Alright,” Bernard has mused, after several silent seconds of rubbing his chin as though mulling over the request, “on one condition.”
Fifteen minutes later, Wayne opened the door to his sanctuary for his guest. Bernard stepped inside, stooping to remove his shoes. The spacious room was arranged like a shrine to Metro Man; display cases brimmed with collector’s action figures from fifteen years of production, cases featured old costumes once used by the hero, and gilded frames exhibited portraits of him. He was expecting some form of a garish ensemble, really, so he certainly wasn‘t surprised. At least it didn‘t look atrocious.
When his shoes were off, Bernard helped himself to the white couch and sat down on it, leaning back and crossing his legs at the ankles. He looked up with an expectant smirk at the ex-hero, whose face was creased with self-consciousness. “…Are you sure this is what you want?” Wayne asked, rubbing at his forearm.
“Oh yes,” Bernard answered, eyes half-lidded. “I’m quite sure. Now,” he waved his hand encouragingly as his smirk widened. “On with the show.”
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (3/5)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:13:13 UTC
And there he was. Bernard was finally going to find out what Metro Man was packing in his pants.
Wayne’s cheeks were softly flushed with pink as his hands went to work. He undid the button of his jeans as he looked into Bernard’s eyes. The zipper came down, and Wayne bent to pull the fabric off of his hips and down to the floor, neck and face flushed in embarrassment now.
Bernard’s eyes dropped to rest on the modest bulge in the ex-hero’s underwear. He, and he supposed several other citizens of the city, were used to seeing that conspicuous lump in Metro Man’s uniform. It had lead the majority of them to believe that the peach-skinned alien’s reproductive organs were as human-esque as the rest of him. But Bernard wanted to be sure. And as he felt himself growing more excited as Wayne stripped, an idea in his mind began to form about just how much he wanted to be sure.
Brown eyes watched as thumbs hooked into the elastic of his briefs. Wayne forced his eyes away, his face burning and his heart pounding, and he tugged the undergarment down to pool around his feet. He stepped out of them and cleared his throat.
Of all the things Bernard was expecting to see, this was not one of them. His eyebrows were uncharacteristically drawn up in shock, glasses slipping low on his nose. It was most certainly not a human penis.
Between Wayne’s muscular legs was a vaguely oval mound, peachy colored flesh sparsely covered with dark pubic hair. Toward the bottom of the mound were three dark pink, rounded nubs, arranged in the formation of a triangle. For the life of him the only thing Bernard could think of was that it looked like a breast with thee nipples. Behind the mound, where he would expect to see them on an average human male, were a pair of robust testicles.
Wayne, growing more uncomfortable with each passing second of Bernard’s staring, crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto one leg. “Well, there, you’ve seen what no one on the planet except my parents have seen. Now, let me get dressed, and-”
“Is that all there is to it?”
He had meant to cut off Wayne’s offer to take him back to the bar, but he hadn’t meant for his question to come out quite so demeaning.
When those blue eyes snapped back to Bernard’s face with a flash of anger, the smaller man held up his hands. “No no, I mean, is there more to it than that? It seems rather minimalist, as far as reproductive organs go,” he murmured, leaning as far forward on the couch as he could go. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he worried for a moment that Wayne could hear it. As he inched closer, hands clenching his own knees, he inhaled through his nose. He could smell the musky scent of the other man, warm and thick. Oh so nice.
His temper cooling, Wayne shuffled shyly as the wild-haired brunette craned forward to get a better look at his alien manhood. “N-no, not exactly. It’s mostly… internal.”
Bernard nodded, intrigued, and reached out a finger toward the rosy nubs at the end of Wayne’s mound. But the alien jerked away, incredulous.
“Hey. Look with your eyes, not with your hands,” he grumbled, trying to cover his groin with his hands. That near-touch was exciting, and if his organ started to stir, he thought he might die of embarrassment.
But Bernard was on his feet, looking up into Wayne’s eyes fearlessly. “I told you that I wanted to see what’s lurking in your pants. I want to see it. All of it.” He spared a second to glance down the length of the alien’s muscular torso, eyes lingering between his legs before boring back into Wayne’s. “So you have a decision to make. Either you coax out the entirety of it,“ a pause, with a grin, “or I do.”
The large, angular jaw went slack in disbelief. No one had ever asked to see his manhood before, let alone the organ exposed and erect. He briefly wondered which would be more humiliating; pleasuring himself in front of the human who was fascinated with him, or let the man do it himself.
But Bernard made the decision for him when, taking Wayne’s silence as an invitation, he sank to his knees in front of the stunned ex-hero. He uttered a few half-hearted protests as Bernard peeled the large, protective hand away from his target.
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (4/7)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:17:19 UTC
Getting a much closer look now, Bernard could see a visible ring of flesh that separated the pubic mound from the trio of dusky pink buds. He again extended a finger, this time glancing up first into lusty blue eyes to will the larger man to stay in place. When his eyes lowered, he grazed the pad of his finger against the top nub.
Wayne’s eyes closed, the only sound being a deep breath through his nose. They were sensitive, apparently, Bernard thought with an arch of a single brow. He ran his finger in a delicate circle, brushing against all three of the tiny organs. They hardened and swelled at his touch, like human nipples. He continued his lazy circling, listening to Wayne’s soft contented sighs. Bernard rubbed one bud gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, and a short groan escaped the being above him.
And he suddenly remembered that it was an alien organ he was fondling when the other two nubs he wasn’t caressing strained toward his fingers, oscillating deftly to rub themselves against the side of his fingertip and his nail. The sensation sent a hum of arousal straight to his abdomen, and Bernard let out a rushed breath as his body responded. He marveled at the feeling of the three nubs working in unison, squirming against his skin, and wondered how that would feel in other places.
In a surge of curiosity and arousal, Bernard bowed his head in closer and lapped his tongue along the excited little organs. Wayne gasped, craning his neck to watch the smaller man study his anatomy so thoroughly. Closing his eyes, Bernard reveled in the response he got. The nubs danced against his tongue, rolling together in pleasure. He opened his mouth further, sealing his lips around Wayne’s mound and swirling his wet muscle across the buds from all directions. He swiped in from the left, then flicked straight down. Wayne’s hands gently cupped the back of the other man’s head, a steady stream of gasps falling from his lips as he struggled to keep himself from bucking against Bernard’s mouth.
He experimentally dragged his teeth across one, and Wayne hissed, hips jerking back with a raspy whisper of “don’t do that please…”
“Sorry,” Bernard apologized quickly, kissing and licking the nub he had abused before returning his mouth to the circumference of the trio of organs, sealing his lips against the flesh of Wayne’s mound and sucking.
Wayne threw his head back, neck muscles taut as he cried out in pleasure. Bernard was surprised to find that, as he sucked, something was slipping further into his mouth. Confused, he pulled his lips away to see a few inches of Wayne’s slick cock sliding free of a thin, semi-transparent foreskin.
The reddish member, crowned with the now-familiar writhing nubs, slid fully free from Wayne’s mound as Bernard wrapped his fingers around it and gave a few fortifying strokes. The organ was wet and dripping with what Bernard assumed was pre-ejaculate. It was slightly less firm than a human’s erect penis, having a smooth and springy texture, but as his fingers worked over it, it was becoming far thicker than he had anticipated. His mouth watered, and his own trapped erection ached as he imagined that girth, pressing and stretching in an intimate location. He’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.
Wayne was panting, looking down at the human’s hungry expression. He had known for many years that he was not built like a typical human below the belt, and he had never imagined anyone would ever be accepting of - let alone eager for - his alien anatomy. But Bernard’s fingers enthusiastically explored the three slight creases in the length of Wayne’s penis; one at the very base, as the organ disappeared into the mound from where it originated, a second approximately in the middle of the cock, just beyond where the stretched foreskin ended, and the last at the base of the thicker, bulbous ‘head’. The segments appeared to be where the organ was reasonably flexible, as Bernard discovered. When he palmed the underside, it gently bent in an arch to touch the wriggling buds at the apex to the heavily muscled abdomen above.
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (5/7)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:19:32 UTC
Once Wayne’s penis was fully bared, Bernard stood, his knees sore and his pants straining. He locked intense brown eyes on equally fervent blue ones, and stepped forward. His body pressed insistently against Wayne’s, and the taller man thankfully stooped his head to lock their lips in a frenzied kiss. Bernard’s hands roamed the alluring stomach, nails dragging gently across tight muscles before attempting to descend back to that intriguing organ.
Wayne caught his hand, never breaking their kiss, and pulled it away from its target. Bernard tried to pull his mouth away to protest, but the alien swooped in with his tongue, gently forcing its way into the other man’s mouth and silencing any venture at speech. Bernard moaned against the other man, sucking on his tongue as it flicked against his own. He was so hard, he could barely think. Instead, he tugged his hand free from Wayne’s and began unfastening his pants, carefully stripping them and his boxers off over his already weeping erection.
Soft, small hands grasped one large, muscular one, bringing it between Bernard’s legs to feel his excitement. Wayne gasped, freeing his mouth from his companion’s as his fingers slowly curled around the shaft. Bernard took the opportunity to stand on his toes, whispering into the alien’s flushed ear. “You got a bed?”
Wayne, rather focused on rubbing his free hand along the soft flesh of Bernard’s hips, looked down with clouded, clueless eyes. “Huh?”
“No big deal,” the wild-haired man panted with a shrug, planting several wet, suckling kisses along the ex-hero’s chest. “We can do it on the couch.”
Bernard pulled fully away from Wayne, lips flushed and swollen slightly as he turned and stepped back over to the couch. He pulled off his tweed jacket before settling on his back on the cushions, wearing only his long-sleeved blue turtleneck and his socks. Wayne would never have expected that seeing the slender, wild-haired human still half-clothed and aroused on his couch would send his libido into overdrive. He launched himself on top of Bernard, careful not to crush him or kneel on him, catching a cry of surprise in his open mouth as he resumed their passionate kissing.
Thin fingers wound in salt and pepper hair, pulling Wayne closer and slurping noisily on his tongue. Bernard spread his legs, wrapping an ankle around the alien’s waist and pulling his hips closer until their eager erections ground together. Wayne gasped, his hips lurching forward, and Bernard rolled his head to one side and moaned loudly. Their hands clamored for each other’s hips, pulling themselves together in wild, sporadic jerking motions.
Bernard finally pushed the larger man away, gasping. “I won’t last if you keep that up,” he breathed, eyeing Wayne’s trembling cock, “…and we’re nowhere near done yet.”
Using his legs around Wayne’s hips for leverage, he canted his pelvis up and scooted himself closer to the alien body until the trio of nubs at the apex of his cock were wiggling against his entrance. Wayne gasped, realizing exactly what his companion wanted. He looked up, glancing around the room desperately. “I… I don’t have any lube nearby,” he fretted quietly.
“I don’t care,” Bernard mumbled, quivering in anticipation. He wanted that monstrous alien dick inside of him so badly. “It feels like it’s self-lubricating, anyway. Put it in.” Wayne looked back down at him, worry etched on his face. “Please, Wayne, it’s okay, I want it,” he murmured, trying to pull the other man’s hips closer again. “Ram me. I don‘t want to be able to stand when you‘re done.”
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (6/7)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:20:41 UTC
Wayne made the most deliciously ecstatic moaning sound before mashing his mouth over Bernard’s. His large hands gently maneuvered one of the human’s thighs to rest over his shoulder, giving Wayne a spectacular view of his companion‘s dusky hole when they finally pulled apart enough to breathe. “Bernard,” he whispered, using his free hand to guide his slippery cock to the waiting opening beneath him, “you’re so beautiful…”
Bernard’s head fell back as Wayne pressed into him, his mouth wide with a wordless keen of exhilaration. He felt the three buds working against his muscles the entire way into his body, and as amazing a sensation as it was, it paled in comparison to the feeling of Wayne filling him almost to the point of pain. But the pre-ejaculate oozing thickly from the organ eased the penetration, skin sliding slickly against trembling skin.
When Wayne was in as deeply as he could go, he paused to catch his breath, the nubs at the apex of his cock massaging against Bernard deep inside him. The human squirmed, the sensation compounding the feeling of fullness that was already threatening to push him over the edge. “Nnngh, Wayne, you’d better keep moving,” he groaned, toes flexing.
The muscular alien bit his lip, drawing his cock slowly from Bernard’s tight body, relishing the low groan that emanated from his companion. “Ohh, Benrard…!”
Controlling the thrust of his hips, Wayne was careful to press himself back into Bernard’s warm, waiting depths with gentle affection and astonishing self-restraint. He slowly worked out a tender rhythm, one hand cupping the side of his companion’s face as the other descended to grasp the trembling cock between them. Bernard bit his lip, the alien stroking his cheek with his thumb. Wayne was being so gentle, obviously worrying over hurting the smaller human impaled on his thick shaft.
Good intentions or not, it was driving Bernard insane. He was aching for release, and he wanted his scream of orgasm ripped from his lips as he was slammed into the couch cushions.
His eyes peeling open, the wild-haired brunette got a good glimpse of Wayne’s expression. It seemed to be killing him to hold back as much as it was killing Bernard. Smiling ever so softly, he squeezed his internal muscles around Wayne, causing the alien to grunt in surprise. “You want it just as hard as I do,” he whispered scandalously. “I’m not made of porcelain. I want your-ah!”
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (7/7)
anonymous
May 16 2011, 06:25:31 UTC
Wayne looked up, having just snapped his hips to drive his cock firmly into Bernard, and was nervous that the human hadn’t been as ready for it as he’d proclaimed. “Too hard?”
“No,” Barnard gasped, clawing at Wayne’s nipples through the cotton of his shirt, “harder!”
Wayne obliged, gripping his companion’s hips hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers and palms. He pressed his forehead against Bernard’s, delighting in the sound of his gasps and moans as they lurched and pitched together on the couch in bliss. Wayne’s balls slapped sharply against Bernard as they moved, the smaller man groaning in abandon as tension coiled tighter and tighter in his abdomen. He lost it complete when Wayne grasped his cock and jerked it in a few quick strokes. He clutched the alien’s shoulders as he felt himself ball up and tighten with a scream.
The clench of Bernard’s inner walls against him caused his vision to turn momentarily white, and Wayne rocked himself against his lover for a few more seconds of ecstasy before joining him in orgasm with a ragged shout.
Bernard’s head slowly fell back, his facial muscles relaxing as he felt his body slowly coming down from his climax. Wayne was still laying over him, breathing uneven, and the brunette affectionately brushed several strands of sweat-plastered dark hair from the alien’s forehead. “Mmm,” he ventured softly, running his palm along the unshaven jaw line, “now that‘s more like it.”
Wayne flashed a smile, genuine and exhausted. “You okay?”
“I can honestly say I have never been more ’okay’.” He pressed a kiss to his companion’s mouth, soft and sweet and full of affection.
When they pulled apart with a shared grin, Wayne took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his relaxed member, which was already beginning to retreat back into his mound. Bernard gave a soft, long sigh, stretching out his legs as the alien sat up. “So…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Do you want me to fly you home?”
“Certainly not.” Bernard stood shakily, realizing with a scowl that he had made quite a mess on his turtleneck. “I won’t have my job much longer. Why bother going in to work?” He stripped the soiled garment off, grunting irritated as the shirt tried to take his glasses with it.
When the wild-haired head popped free of the blue shirt, Bernard’s glasses were askew, and Wayne chuckled lightly as he moved to stand beside him. “Alright, if you insist. Come one, I’ve got a shirt you can wear tonight.”
“Who says I want to wear anything tonight?”
It wasn’t until the next day, when Wayne had dropped him off at his apartment so early in the morning that it was still dark, that Bernard learned that Megamind had blown up the Metro Man Museum in the night. Good thing I stayed the night, he thought with a wry smile. He would have been pissed if he’d missed out on a night of cuddling and fooling around to be prepare for a day at work he wasn’t going to have. He glanced at his phone, which Wayne had programmed his number into that morning before they left. He pressed the speed dial key and waited.
“Wayne? Hey. Looks like I’m going to be free this weekend after all.”
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Goddamn I hate counting.
Also, Metz's penis based slightly off of the upper right corner of this image by Slug on FA. Hope it's unique enough. :)
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (7/7)aurawindMay 16 2011, 10:59:19 UTC
OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGGG !!!!! ANON, THIS IS AMAZING!!!!!!
This totally made made my whole month!!! 8D I'm really impressed, how you kept them SO in character (it was something difficult, but you did it perfectly!!!). Also, uke!Bernard is always something really beautiful *squeals* Icouldn't see the pic because I don't have an account in furaffinity, but I'm really glad that you took your time to be original and describe allthedevotion and the sexy tenderness of thesetwo. This fic is simply awesome, I LOVE THIS SO HARD! I believe I'm going to read it again 8D,because it'sreally inspiring,sweet,gorgeousandalllevels ofawesome!!! Simply, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! YOU'RE AWESOME, Anon!!!<3333
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (7/7)aurawindMay 16 2011, 21:24:45 UTC
By the way, you don't have to tell me who you are, but give me a prompt and I'll write/art it for you. Surely I'll draw, because I'm still trying to improve my skills to write porn...
again,thanks for this awesomeness. I already read it 4 or 5 times and I'm never tired of it 8D You really caught the magic oftheir relationship. Congratulations,YOU WON THE MULTIVERSE! 8D
Re: FILL - How Bizzare (7/7)_jm_November 22 2011, 21:32:38 UTC
Hot DAAAAAMN! I love this so much, I wanna capslock too! &hearts &hearts THIS WAS BEYOND FABULOUS! Hot, and sexy, and tender, and original and WOW. Just, wow. Because now, I want this to be my canon. Especially the, the, argh, flail, everything, and the penis and wow. I love it and I'm so glad you decided to fill this anon, because it has made me so happy I have a permanent grin on my face. :-D Between you for filling this and aurawind for requesting it I am in happy porn heaven. Awesome!
Because there was really no logical reason why Bernard Jones was sitting on the spotless white couch in the ex-hero of Metro City’s gaudy bachelor pad. No logic behind why he was watching intently as the statuesque alien himself stood just a foot away undoing his jeans.
But then again, there was nothing logical about anything that had happened in the last four weeks.
‘Metrosity is mine!’
Those three words, punctuated by maniacal laughter, changed everything.
Megamind had never won. But in that instant, the entire populace watching on their television sets knew that their perfect, beautiful, invulnerable Metro Man was dead.
Nobody understood how their champion for over twenty years could have had an acute weakness to copper. It was absurd.
So was the deep, twisting tug in the center of Bernard’s chest when he heard the news about Metro Man.
He had only met the hero face-to-face on two separate occasions, both times sans-costume and out in public. Bernard had begrudgingly admitted to himself, when Metro Man - Wayne, he had specified with that genuine smile - had spoken with him, that he was probably the only person on the entire planet that he actually enjoyed conversing with. Wayne hadn’t minded Bernard’s dry tone and coarse remarks. Didn’t seem to care that everything that came from the bespectacled man’s mouth was insensitive, dreary, and apathetic. If anything, Wayne seemed to have been thrilled that the other man was the only human in Metro City who didn’t treat him like a magnificent golden idol. There had been a spark there, Bernard was sure of it.
Despite that, they were barely even acquaintances. So why did Metro Man’s death hurt so badly…? It made no sense, but it didn’t stop a single tear from gathering in his eye as he watched the news that day.
In twenty-four hours, Megamind had taken over City Hall with no resistance whatsoever, declaring himself Evil Overlord.
In one week, nine banks had been forced to close down. It was difficult to continue running their business when the blue alien continually robbed them and the police didn’t have the balls to stop him without Metro Man to back them up.
In two weeks, several more businesses had closed, and people had almost completely stopped coming to the Metro Man Museum. It was suspected that the exhibit was a glaringly obvious target for an attack by Megamind. Bernard, who had been hired as curator at the beginning of the year when the museum hadn’t even opened yet, had been informed by his boss that if admission didn’t pick up by the end of the month, they’d be forced to close.
By the third week, Bernard had begun looking for another job. Which was horridly daunting when the economy in Metro City was falling into recession faster than one of Megamind’s doomsday machines to the ground. Nobody was really in need of an expert on all things Megamind. No one cared to know more than they already did.
And the fourth week came, and the museum hadn’t seen more than half a dozen costumers in as many days. Bernard had sarcastically mentioned that he might as well have gone home at lunch when one of his colleagues approached him. It was still an hour until closing time, but the older man asked Bernard if he could go ahead and leave. He expressed his interest in going to the nearest bar and getting hammered, and Bernard, having lost all ability to care about whether or not the museum employees stayed for the full length of their shifts, had given the go-ahead.
After waiting another five minutes, Bernard decided that getting drunk actually sounded like a fantastic idea. Not because he enjoyed drinking, because he really didn’t, but he figured that if anything was going to ease his depression, a tall glass of beer would. At least he wouldn’t be able to remember that his heart ached. So he had locked up the museum behind him as he left, leaving the building empty and dark.
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No. The biggest shock wasn’t even when, his head spinning lightly from the rush of alcohol, Bernard had twisted in his seat to look around at the inside of the dark smoky bar and seen him.
He was dressed in a grey t-shirt and plain blue jeans, with tousled salt and pepper hair and a thickly grown beard. While he certainly looked like an average Joe despite his enormous muscular form, it was still obviously him. And no one even gave him a second glance. It was truly bizarre. Like Bernard was the only person on the planet who could connect Clark Kent to Superman. Maybe everyone else in the city was as idiotic as he’d always assumed.
But the most surprising thing was that Bernard had stood quietly, walked over to the man with the chiseled jaw, and sat beside him nonchalantly, facing him. “Well well, if it isn’t Wayne. I didn’t expect to see you here. Or anywhere at all for that matter, seeing as you’re supposedly dead.”
Slate blue eyes had turned to him in utter horror. It had been mildly amusing to see the fearless ex-hero of the city looking like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar; guilty, surprised, expecting the worst.
“The ‘deer in the headlights‘ look doesn‘t suit you,” Bernard had said, mouth curving in a humorless smile as he sipped at his second beer.
Wayne worried his bottom lip between his teeth before speaking, not making eye contact. “Bernard…” How was it that the hero was the only person who could remember the wild-haired brunette’s name without being told a hundred times? “I know this is… unexpected.” His large hand drifted to the back of his neck, scratching absently at his hairline. “I, uh, it’s really complicated. And I’m sure you don’t want to hear or care about my reasons, but…” Blue eyes finally met brown, pleading and open. “I need this to stay between us. Please. No one can know about me.”
Bernard had taken stock of his emotions, then. He couldn’t really say he was angry. He was almost always annoyed, and he didn’t feel too differently than usual. He was a little relieved that Wayne hadn’t perished. But outweighing everything else was his burning curiosity. He sort of wanted to know why the ex-hero had cast his old life aside to wander the city like an average citizen, but if he was honest with himself, he figured it was probably due to too much pressure. Or boredom. Either way, he didn’t care enough to spend an entire evening listening to anyone, not even Wayne, talk about his feelings and internal rationale.
But there was that spark again, and while he had no intention of sharing Wayne’s secret with anyone - who would believe him anyway? - he decided that he did want to satiate his inquisitive nature.
Of all the things he has ever wanted to know about Metro Man, one question rose to the forefront of his mind. Something he would never be able to research, hunt for, or figure out for sure by rummaging through websites or the library.
“Alright,” Bernard has mused, after several silent seconds of rubbing his chin as though mulling over the request, “on one condition.”
Fifteen minutes later, Wayne opened the door to his sanctuary for his guest. Bernard stepped inside, stooping to remove his shoes. The spacious room was arranged like a shrine to Metro Man; display cases brimmed with collector’s action figures from fifteen years of production, cases featured old costumes once used by the hero, and gilded frames exhibited portraits of him. He was expecting some form of a garish ensemble, really, so he certainly wasn‘t surprised. At least it didn‘t look atrocious.
When his shoes were off, Bernard helped himself to the white couch and sat down on it, leaning back and crossing his legs at the ankles. He looked up with an expectant smirk at the ex-hero, whose face was creased with self-consciousness. “…Are you sure this is what you want?” Wayne asked, rubbing at his forearm.
“Oh yes,” Bernard answered, eyes half-lidded. “I’m quite sure. Now,” he waved his hand encouragingly as his smirk widened. “On with the show.”
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Wayne’s cheeks were softly flushed with pink as his hands went to work. He undid the button of his jeans as he looked into Bernard’s eyes. The zipper came down, and Wayne bent to pull the fabric off of his hips and down to the floor, neck and face flushed in embarrassment now.
Bernard’s eyes dropped to rest on the modest bulge in the ex-hero’s underwear. He, and he supposed several other citizens of the city, were used to seeing that conspicuous lump in Metro Man’s uniform. It had lead the majority of them to believe that the peach-skinned alien’s reproductive organs were as human-esque as the rest of him. But Bernard wanted to be sure. And as he felt himself growing more excited as Wayne stripped, an idea in his mind began to form about just how much he wanted to be sure.
Brown eyes watched as thumbs hooked into the elastic of his briefs. Wayne forced his eyes away, his face burning and his heart pounding, and he tugged the undergarment down to pool around his feet. He stepped out of them and cleared his throat.
Of all the things Bernard was expecting to see, this was not one of them. His eyebrows were uncharacteristically drawn up in shock, glasses slipping low on his nose. It was most certainly not a human penis.
Between Wayne’s muscular legs was a vaguely oval mound, peachy colored flesh sparsely covered with dark pubic hair. Toward the bottom of the mound were three dark pink, rounded nubs, arranged in the formation of a triangle. For the life of him the only thing Bernard could think of was that it looked like a breast with thee nipples. Behind the mound, where he would expect to see them on an average human male, were a pair of robust testicles.
Wayne, growing more uncomfortable with each passing second of Bernard’s staring, crossed his arms and shifted his weight onto one leg. “Well, there, you’ve seen what no one on the planet except my parents have seen. Now, let me get dressed, and-”
“Is that all there is to it?”
He had meant to cut off Wayne’s offer to take him back to the bar, but he hadn’t meant for his question to come out quite so demeaning.
When those blue eyes snapped back to Bernard’s face with a flash of anger, the smaller man held up his hands. “No no, I mean, is there more to it than that? It seems rather minimalist, as far as reproductive organs go,” he murmured, leaning as far forward on the couch as he could go. His heart was pounding in his ears, and he worried for a moment that Wayne could hear it. As he inched closer, hands clenching his own knees, he inhaled through his nose. He could smell the musky scent of the other man, warm and thick. Oh so nice.
His temper cooling, Wayne shuffled shyly as the wild-haired brunette craned forward to get a better look at his alien manhood. “N-no, not exactly. It’s mostly… internal.”
Bernard nodded, intrigued, and reached out a finger toward the rosy nubs at the end of Wayne’s mound. But the alien jerked away, incredulous.
“Hey. Look with your eyes, not with your hands,” he grumbled, trying to cover his groin with his hands. That near-touch was exciting, and if his organ started to stir, he thought he might die of embarrassment.
But Bernard was on his feet, looking up into Wayne’s eyes fearlessly. “I told you that I wanted to see what’s lurking in your pants. I want to see it. All of it.” He spared a second to glance down the length of the alien’s muscular torso, eyes lingering between his legs before boring back into Wayne’s. “So you have a decision to make. Either you coax out the entirety of it,“ a pause, with a grin, “or I do.”
The large, angular jaw went slack in disbelief. No one had ever asked to see his manhood before, let alone the organ exposed and erect. He briefly wondered which would be more humiliating; pleasuring himself in front of the human who was fascinated with him, or let the man do it himself.
But Bernard made the decision for him when, taking Wayne’s silence as an invitation, he sank to his knees in front of the stunned ex-hero. He uttered a few half-hearted protests as Bernard peeled the large, protective hand away from his target.
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Wayne’s eyes closed, the only sound being a deep breath through his nose. They were sensitive, apparently, Bernard thought with an arch of a single brow. He ran his finger in a delicate circle, brushing against all three of the tiny organs. They hardened and swelled at his touch, like human nipples. He continued his lazy circling, listening to Wayne’s soft contented sighs. Bernard rubbed one bud gingerly between his thumb and forefinger, and a short groan escaped the being above him.
And he suddenly remembered that it was an alien organ he was fondling when the other two nubs he wasn’t caressing strained toward his fingers, oscillating deftly to rub themselves against the side of his fingertip and his nail. The sensation sent a hum of arousal straight to his abdomen, and Bernard let out a rushed breath as his body responded. He marveled at the feeling of the three nubs working in unison, squirming against his skin, and wondered how that would feel in other places.
In a surge of curiosity and arousal, Bernard bowed his head in closer and lapped his tongue along the excited little organs. Wayne gasped, craning his neck to watch the smaller man study his anatomy so thoroughly. Closing his eyes, Bernard reveled in the response he got. The nubs danced against his tongue, rolling together in pleasure. He opened his mouth further, sealing his lips around Wayne’s mound and swirling his wet muscle across the buds from all directions. He swiped in from the left, then flicked straight down. Wayne’s hands gently cupped the back of the other man’s head, a steady stream of gasps falling from his lips as he struggled to keep himself from bucking against Bernard’s mouth.
He experimentally dragged his teeth across one, and Wayne hissed, hips jerking back with a raspy whisper of “don’t do that please…”
“Sorry,” Bernard apologized quickly, kissing and licking the nub he had abused before returning his mouth to the circumference of the trio of organs, sealing his lips against the flesh of Wayne’s mound and sucking.
Wayne threw his head back, neck muscles taut as he cried out in pleasure. Bernard was surprised to find that, as he sucked, something was slipping further into his mouth. Confused, he pulled his lips away to see a few inches of Wayne’s slick cock sliding free of a thin, semi-transparent foreskin.
The reddish member, crowned with the now-familiar writhing nubs, slid fully free from Wayne’s mound as Bernard wrapped his fingers around it and gave a few fortifying strokes. The organ was wet and dripping with what Bernard assumed was pre-ejaculate. It was slightly less firm than a human’s erect penis, having a smooth and springy texture, but as his fingers worked over it, it was becoming far thicker than he had anticipated. His mouth watered, and his own trapped erection ached as he imagined that girth, pressing and stretching in an intimate location. He’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.
Wayne was panting, looking down at the human’s hungry expression. He had known for many years that he was not built like a typical human below the belt, and he had never imagined anyone would ever be accepting of - let alone eager for - his alien anatomy. But Bernard’s fingers enthusiastically explored the three slight creases in the length of Wayne’s penis; one at the very base, as the organ disappeared into the mound from where it originated, a second approximately in the middle of the cock, just beyond where the stretched foreskin ended, and the last at the base of the thicker, bulbous ‘head’. The segments appeared to be where the organ was reasonably flexible, as Bernard discovered. When he palmed the underside, it gently bent in an arch to touch the wriggling buds at the apex to the heavily muscled abdomen above.
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Wayne caught his hand, never breaking their kiss, and pulled it away from its target. Bernard tried to pull his mouth away to protest, but the alien swooped in with his tongue, gently forcing its way into the other man’s mouth and silencing any venture at speech. Bernard moaned against the other man, sucking on his tongue as it flicked against his own. He was so hard, he could barely think. Instead, he tugged his hand free from Wayne’s and began unfastening his pants, carefully stripping them and his boxers off over his already weeping erection.
Soft, small hands grasped one large, muscular one, bringing it between Bernard’s legs to feel his excitement. Wayne gasped, freeing his mouth from his companion’s as his fingers slowly curled around the shaft. Bernard took the opportunity to stand on his toes, whispering into the alien’s flushed ear. “You got a bed?”
Wayne, rather focused on rubbing his free hand along the soft flesh of Bernard’s hips, looked down with clouded, clueless eyes. “Huh?”
“No big deal,” the wild-haired man panted with a shrug, planting several wet, suckling kisses along the ex-hero’s chest. “We can do it on the couch.”
Bernard pulled fully away from Wayne, lips flushed and swollen slightly as he turned and stepped back over to the couch. He pulled off his tweed jacket before settling on his back on the cushions, wearing only his long-sleeved blue turtleneck and his socks. Wayne would never have expected that seeing the slender, wild-haired human still half-clothed and aroused on his couch would send his libido into overdrive. He launched himself on top of Bernard, careful not to crush him or kneel on him, catching a cry of surprise in his open mouth as he resumed their passionate kissing.
Thin fingers wound in salt and pepper hair, pulling Wayne closer and slurping noisily on his tongue. Bernard spread his legs, wrapping an ankle around the alien’s waist and pulling his hips closer until their eager erections ground together. Wayne gasped, his hips lurching forward, and Bernard rolled his head to one side and moaned loudly. Their hands clamored for each other’s hips, pulling themselves together in wild, sporadic jerking motions.
Bernard finally pushed the larger man away, gasping. “I won’t last if you keep that up,” he breathed, eyeing Wayne’s trembling cock, “…and we’re nowhere near done yet.”
Using his legs around Wayne’s hips for leverage, he canted his pelvis up and scooted himself closer to the alien body until the trio of nubs at the apex of his cock were wiggling against his entrance. Wayne gasped, realizing exactly what his companion wanted. He looked up, glancing around the room desperately. “I… I don’t have any lube nearby,” he fretted quietly.
“I don’t care,” Bernard mumbled, quivering in anticipation. He wanted that monstrous alien dick inside of him so badly. “It feels like it’s self-lubricating, anyway. Put it in.” Wayne looked back down at him, worry etched on his face. “Please, Wayne, it’s okay, I want it,” he murmured, trying to pull the other man’s hips closer again. “Ram me. I don‘t want to be able to stand when you‘re done.”
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Bernard’s head fell back as Wayne pressed into him, his mouth wide with a wordless keen of exhilaration. He felt the three buds working against his muscles the entire way into his body, and as amazing a sensation as it was, it paled in comparison to the feeling of Wayne filling him almost to the point of pain. But the pre-ejaculate oozing thickly from the organ eased the penetration, skin sliding slickly against trembling skin.
When Wayne was in as deeply as he could go, he paused to catch his breath, the nubs at the apex of his cock massaging against Bernard deep inside him. The human squirmed, the sensation compounding the feeling of fullness that was already threatening to push him over the edge. “Nnngh, Wayne, you’d better keep moving,” he groaned, toes flexing.
The muscular alien bit his lip, drawing his cock slowly from Bernard’s tight body, relishing the low groan that emanated from his companion. “Ohh, Benrard…!”
Controlling the thrust of his hips, Wayne was careful to press himself back into Bernard’s warm, waiting depths with gentle affection and astonishing self-restraint. He slowly worked out a tender rhythm, one hand cupping the side of his companion’s face as the other descended to grasp the trembling cock between them. Bernard bit his lip, the alien stroking his cheek with his thumb. Wayne was being so gentle, obviously worrying over hurting the smaller human impaled on his thick shaft.
Good intentions or not, it was driving Bernard insane. He was aching for release, and he wanted his scream of orgasm ripped from his lips as he was slammed into the couch cushions.
His eyes peeling open, the wild-haired brunette got a good glimpse of Wayne’s expression. It seemed to be killing him to hold back as much as it was killing Bernard. Smiling ever so softly, he squeezed his internal muscles around Wayne, causing the alien to grunt in surprise. “You want it just as hard as I do,” he whispered scandalously. “I’m not made of porcelain. I want your-ah!”
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“No,” Barnard gasped, clawing at Wayne’s nipples through the cotton of his shirt, “harder!”
Wayne obliged, gripping his companion’s hips hard enough to leave bruises in the shape of his fingers and palms. He pressed his forehead against Bernard’s, delighting in the sound of his gasps and moans as they lurched and pitched together on the couch in bliss. Wayne’s balls slapped sharply against Bernard as they moved, the smaller man groaning in abandon as tension coiled tighter and tighter in his abdomen. He lost it complete when Wayne grasped his cock and jerked it in a few quick strokes. He clutched the alien’s shoulders as he felt himself ball up and tighten with a scream.
The clench of Bernard’s inner walls against him caused his vision to turn momentarily white, and Wayne rocked himself against his lover for a few more seconds of ecstasy before joining him in orgasm with a ragged shout.
Bernard’s head slowly fell back, his facial muscles relaxing as he felt his body slowly coming down from his climax. Wayne was still laying over him, breathing uneven, and the brunette affectionately brushed several strands of sweat-plastered dark hair from the alien’s forehead. “Mmm,” he ventured softly, running his palm along the unshaven jaw line, “now that‘s more like it.”
Wayne flashed a smile, genuine and exhausted. “You okay?”
“I can honestly say I have never been more ’okay’.” He pressed a kiss to his companion’s mouth, soft and sweet and full of affection.
When they pulled apart with a shared grin, Wayne took a deep breath and slowly withdrew his relaxed member, which was already beginning to retreat back into his mound. Bernard gave a soft, long sigh, stretching out his legs as the alien sat up. “So…” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Do you want me to fly you home?”
“Certainly not.” Bernard stood shakily, realizing with a scowl that he had made quite a mess on his turtleneck. “I won’t have my job much longer. Why bother going in to work?” He stripped the soiled garment off, grunting irritated as the shirt tried to take his glasses with it.
When the wild-haired head popped free of the blue shirt, Bernard’s glasses were askew, and Wayne chuckled lightly as he moved to stand beside him. “Alright, if you insist. Come one, I’ve got a shirt you can wear tonight.”
“Who says I want to wear anything tonight?”
It wasn’t until the next day, when Wayne had dropped him off at his apartment so early in the morning that it was still dark, that Bernard learned that Megamind had blown up the Metro Man Museum in the night. Good thing I stayed the night, he thought with a wry smile. He would have been pissed if he’d missed out on a night of cuddling and fooling around to be prepare for a day at work he wasn’t going to have. He glanced at his phone, which Wayne had programmed his number into that morning before they left. He pressed the speed dial key and waited.
“Wayne? Hey. Looks like I’m going to be free this weekend after all.”
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Goddamn I hate counting.
Also, Metz's penis based slightly off of the upper right corner of this image by Slug on FA.
Hope it's unique enough. :)
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This totally made made my whole month!!! 8D I'm really impressed, how you kept them SO in character (it was something difficult, but you did it perfectly!!!).
Also, uke!Bernard is always something really beautiful *squeals*
Icouldn't see the pic because I don't have an account in furaffinity, but I'm really glad that you took your time to be original and describe allthedevotion and the sexy tenderness of thesetwo. This fic is simply awesome, I LOVE THIS SO HARD! I believe I'm going to read it again 8D,because it'sreally inspiring,sweet,gorgeousandalllevels ofawesome!!!
Simply, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!! YOU'RE AWESOME, Anon!!!<3333
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again,thanks for this awesomeness. I already read it 4 or 5 times and I'm never tired of it 8D You really caught the magic oftheir relationship. Congratulations,YOU WON THE MULTIVERSE! 8D
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