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Megamind stepped back from the completed portal, admiring the union of form and function. Being a hero certainly had its advantages, one of them being a stable lair in which to store long-term projects. This particular device had been a bit of a hobby for the past year, as he slowly built up a reputation as the new defender of Metrocity. It was a mark of how far he’d come that there was nary a spike nor laser array in its design, though it was crowned by his signature “M” with lightning bolts. The frame itself was more reminiscent of the filigree on his de-gun. Decorative blue swirls softened the thick lines of dark metal that formed the archway, the waist-high control panel resting on a deceptively delicate-looking pedestal that could support the weight of even Minion’s suit. All it needed to achieve perfection was a simple test run.

Megamind glanced about, making sure Minion hadn’t woken while he was putting the finishing touches on his project. The fish had had certain... reservations about the usefulness of the portal.

“Sir, is this really necessary? What good do you think will come of seeing what might have been?”

“Ah, Minion, you paranoid Pisces. When has knowledge not been worth the effort needed to obtain it?”

“Well, several times, sir. I might say ‘often’. Actually, if you think about it--”

“Goodness, Minion, look at the time! I’ll have to work on this another night. Hero duty calls!”

He’d always found one reason or another to brush off Minion’s worries. After all, Minion was only trying to look out for him, and being overprotective as usual. How could he not want to know what might have happened if he’d never become the hero? The past year had been glorious, but he wanted to see for himself how much better off he was now than his other selves might have been. Ever since the idea occurred to him, Megamind couldn’t help but wonder what other worlds might be like. Other hims, other Minions, other Roxannes and even other Metro-idiots-with-their-heads-up-their-rear-ends. Yes, there were worlds of possibilities out there. He was only going to sneak a peek. What harm could that do?

Megamind threw the switch on the portal’s control panel, bouncing with excitement as the empty space within the frame began to glow with blue light. He’d carefully chosen the date for his first destination: just a few months before the opening of the Metroman museum, when he was still working on his Death Ray. If the portal worked correctly (which how could it not, he built it, after all), then his other self would be putting the finishing touches on the freeze ray for a battle with Metroman. He clasped his hands in glee as the bright light faded to show a picture of the lair he’d held at the time, an abandoned bike factory. Megamind wasted no time in jumping through, remembering after he’d done so to check his belt for his return module. It wouldn’t do to get stuck in the past, after all!

The egg-shaped device was safely clipped in place. He beamed as he took in his surroundings. It had been a good lair, and he’d been quite comfortable in it until allowing Metroman to capture him after the Freeze Ray battle. Such a glorious invention, that one. Too bad it hadn’t possessed faster-than-light tracking capabilities. It had been rather unsporting of Metroman to allow it to shoot him, though. It was always embarrassing when Megamind was the victim of his own amazing inventions.

The inventor wandered through familiar piles of equipment and gadgetry, the faint sounds of bowging brainbots and Black Sabbath in the background adding to the nostalgic feel of the place. Not that he missed being “evil”, per say, but the heroically remodeled lair back home just didn’t have the same feel to it. Not that it was unimpressive, mind you, and it was certainly in better taste than Metroman’s home-age to himself under the schoolhouse. It was simply. . . comforting to be back amongst the black-spiked, evil decorations he’d used for so long.

Megamind was woken from his reverie by the crackling hum of a welding gun. Not wanting to reveal himself just yet, he carefully crept up to an early hovercraft prototype, peering around it. A few yards away, a familiar slender shape was bent over a worktable, sparks flying. The music he’d noticed before was coming from a spiked boom box nearby. For a moment, Megamind could only stare.

It was a strange experience, seeing himself. The other man was intent upon his work, welding goggles only partially obscuring a furrowed brow, lips pursed in concentration. He was wearing the long spikes that had been a staple of Megamind’s villainous career. Not that his new, more heroic suit was lacking in such adornments, but out of necessity he’d had to modify them. Heroes weren’t supposed to accidentally impale criminals on their gloves. His current suit had small, rounded spikes on the gloves and collar--intimidating without being overly aggressive. Megamind tilted his head to the side, watching the other man adjust his grip on the welding gun. He had come with every intention of speaking to his younger self, but now that he was presented with the man he wasn’t sure what to say. ‘Good luck with your evil plans, but your hero isn’t interested in them anymore’ seemed a bit harsh. There had to be a good way to introduce the subject. One of the reasons he’d chosen this time to travel to was that Minion was busy shopping on the other side of town. It would be hours before his friend would return, giving Megamind plenty of time to converse with himself.

Carefully, Megamind slipped around the hovercraft, keeping behind the younger man. He just needed to disarm his evil self before they could talk. He wasn’t completely sure how he would have reacted to another him appearing out of nowhere a year ago, and didn’t want to chance getting dehydrated or worse. He paused as Black Sabbath gave way to AC/DC, the loud music just audible over the sounds of metal being joined. The de-gun was safely in its holster on his other self’s hip, but the welding gun presented a threat. He waited for the younger man to begin adjusting the gun again, the chorus of “TNT” blaring in the background.

The moment the flying sparks paused, Megamind ran toward his younger self, tackling him from behind and bearing him to the ground. The other man let out a sharp yelp, the welding gun skidding across the floor, and Megamind allowed himself a victorious laugh before an elbow caught him in the chin. Growling, he caught his younger self’s wrist, twisting it behind the other man to restrain him. Thin eyebrows shot up above the goggles, the villain crying, “Who? What?!” as he turned to face his attacker, struggling to throw the other’s weight. Megamind growled, grabbing the younger man’s other wrist and holding both behind his back.

“Look, I can explain--” he broke off as the younger man’s large cranium slammed against his nose, yelping at the sudden sting. He increased his grip, his other self wriggling beneath him. “Look, I’m YOU. One would think you’d recognize yourself--Ack!” He barely kept his grip as he dodged another blow from the villain’s head. “Will you quit struggling!”

“Oh, yes, you’re me, as I have every reason to ATTACK MYSELF.” The younger man bucked, trying to throw off the other’s weight. Attacked in his own lair, how infuriating! Apparently his double’s disguise had fooled the sentry-bots. Well, it wasn’t going to fool him!

Megamind rolled his eyes, groaning at his own foolishness. Would it kill his younger self to listen for ten seconds? At least the man had no idea how to throw him. A year of fighting on the side of justice had given Megamind plenty of opportunities to learn hand-to-hand combat and wrestling, even if half of those “battles” had been rather good-natured practice with his girlfriend. Grinning at the memories, Megamind adjusted his weight, straddling the other man. His younger self’s cape had become caught between the pinned arms, and it gave Megamind an idea. He slammed the other man against the cold floor, eliciting another yell and stunning him slightly, then quickly grasped both wrists in one hand, using his free hand to wrap the trailing cape around his double’s arms. The sleek, strong material caught on the spikes of the gloves, pinning the younger man’s arms tightly together. With a smirk, Megamind looped the cape around in a simple knot, leaving him a couple feet of “leash” with which to restrain his evil self.

“You-- How dare you! Let me up, impostor! Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?! You shall rue the day you thought to challenge--”

Megamind rolled his eyes, then rolled the other man over, cape-leash still in hand. He kneed his double in the stomach, cutting the villain off mid-tirade. “Please, there’s no need to be so dramatic.” He laid one gloved arm against the other man’s throat, pressing harshly to deter further theatrics. The dark goggles had been wrenched askew in their struggle, covering one of the man’s eyebrows and resting above the other, giving him an unhinged look. “Not that I don’t admire drama in its place, but you’re missing. . .the. . .point.” The younger man was still bucking against him, and Megamind growled as he once again pinned the slim body with his own, stomach to stomach, resting his weight with his arm against the other man’s chest. “Will you just listen to me?!”

The younger man glared at him, teeth clenched, a white flash against blue skin. Megamind unconsciously mirrored the gesture, panting with exertion and frustration. The other man’s eyes were narrowed, slits of acid green, his blue cheeks splashed with pink bleeding to lavender. Megamind realized he wasn’t the only one breathing hard. The narrow chest beneath his own was heaving; harsh, desperate breaths. He took a moment to study his face. It was odd, the features flipped from what he normally saw in the mirror. Same sharp cheekbones and narrow jaw, the devilish goatee he’d kept even as a hero because Roxanne said she liked it. The pink of the other man’s cheeks deepened under his scrutiny, and Megamind realized they were both staring.

The villain swallowed visibly, eyes roaming over his double’s features. “I must admit, the resemblance is striking.” He raised one eyebrow, pushing the goggles further up his brow, “Not that I’m criticizing your taste, but why bother to impersonate me?”

“I’m not impersonating you. I am you. From the future.” Megamind held the edge of the other man’s cape in the same hand braced across his chest. He ran his free hand down the villain’s side, searching for the gun’s holster. The younger man’s breath hitched, and Megamind froze with his hand on one slim hip. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He thought about that a moment. “Further. Unless I have to.” He continued his search, eyes glued to the other man’s face. A pink tongue swiped over thin blue lips, the villain’s eyes skittering away as Megamind reached the gun, easing it from its holster. He leaned low over the other man, placing the gun well above his head. Curious at his younger self’s averted gaze, Megamind touched the other man’s cheek, fingers curling under the jaw. He watched as the adam’s apple bobbed, the younger man still avoiding his gaze. He found himself mesmerized by the change of color in the other’s cheeks. The lavender was darkening to a deep purple, his ears tinted nearly red, contrasting with the light blue skin. The sight was completely new – he’d never seen himself blush before.

The villain cleared his throat, eyes darting around the room, glancing at his older self but unable to hold the gaze. His voice was soft. “Did you come here just to stare at me?”

Megamind felt heat suffuse his face, suddenly very aware of every point of contact between the younger man and himself. “You’re enjoying this.” He murmured, surprised. This hadn’t been part of his plan.

“And you’re NOT?!” the other man countered, twisting beneath him. Megamind gasped at the unexpected friction, feeling his own blush deepen as unexpected heat flooded through him. “Tell me, double, what exactly did you intend by coming here? How are you here at all, if you are me?” The younger man was panting beneath him, defiant despite being contained. “I’m pretty sure I’ll never be quite this desperate for a – for companionship.”

“I’m not desperate!” Megamind cried, incensed. “Unlike you, I have a girlfriend! And experience!” He leaned close, their noses almost touching. “If either of us were to- to plan something like this, it would be you!” He bit his lip, blood pooling below his waist as he noted the firm heat pressed against his thigh. “I’ll show you desperate.” He twisted, bringing his mouth to the buckle of his left glove, right arm still holding the other man down. He loosened the fastening, then nipped the fingers of the glove one by one, loosening them and finally pulling it off completely, tossing the sleek leather to the side. Megamind met his double’s wary gaze, grinning wickedly. “You’ll be begging before I’m done.”

“What—” the villain gasped as Megamind ran his nails up the other man’s chest, stopping at the clasp of his cape. He unfastened it, pressing his lips to the newly exposed neck, dragging teeth over sensitive skin. He tried to remember what he himself preferred, repeating a nip when his other self bucked, sucking at the juncture of neck and shoulder until it elicited a moan. Megamind ran his bare hand down the younger man’s side, pressing along the ribs, squeezing when he reached the hip. He moved his lips to the other shoulder, pausing to nibble on the younger man’s ear. He’d meant to tease, to prove a point, but the breathless pants the villain was making were flooding his body with heat. But he’d be damned if he let the other man know how much he was affecting him.

Megamind rolled to the side, grinning at the bereft moan the younger man let out at the loss of contact. Keeping a firm grip on the cape still wrapped around the other man’s arms, he ran his free hand over the thin chest, teasing through the skintight fabric with his nails. He met the other man’s narrowed green eyes, smirking at the heat of warring anger and lust within them. Without warning he dragged his hand lower, gripping the hard length between the other man’s legs. He bit his lip as the other man’s eyes closed in bliss, the face contorting with pleasure. Megamind ran his fingertips over the firm organ, pressing just enough to tease. The younger man groaned, eyes slitting open to glare at him. “You bastard.”

Megamind grinned, the tip of his tongue peeking through his grin. “I told you,” he murmured, skimming his nails over the younger man before pressing his palm over the confined length, eliciting a twitch. “I don’t plan on stopping until you beg for it.”

He cut off any reply with a firm grip, stroking the other man slowly, teasing the head with his thumb. It didn’t take long for the inexperienced villain to begin gasping, bucking against him. Megamind pressed close, his chest against his double’s side, breath teasing the other’s neck. He waited until the younger man bit his lip, the slim body twitching, trapped arms pressing hard against the floor for leverage. Quickly, Megamind released him, moving his hand to rest innocently against the trembling ribcage.

“You—fuh—you—” the younger man let out a strangled groan of frustration, bucking, twisting, trying desperately to return needed friction to his tortured cock. “Let me finish!”

Megamind grinned, resisting the urge to grind his own erection against the firm thigh so temptingly close. “I told you, Mr. Desperate. I won’t let you,” here he ghosted his fingers over the villain’s aching groin, “until you beg.”

The other man growled, hazy green eyes glaring, mouth twisted in a frustrated grimace. “You fucker,” he shrieked, then let out a low moan. “Please.”

“Please, what?” he whispered, lips brushing the other man’s cheek.

“Please,” a low moan, “fuck me.”

Megamind groaned at that, his hips snapping involuntarily. The other man’s eyes widened as he felt the hardness against his hip. Megamind sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He brought nimble fingers down to the hidden fly, parting the Velcro closure to grasp heated flesh. They both groaned at the touch, the younger man whimpering as Megamind pleasured him with firm strokes. Helplessly, the villain bucked into the pressure, eyes slitting closed, low moans mixing with the pants that escaped barely parted lips.

Megamind couldn’t resist leaning over him, adding a favored twist to his ministrations. The other man’s brow furrowed with pleasure, a sibilant “yessss” escaping him. Megamind met the parted lips with his own, slipping his tongue to touch his double’s just as the other man’s moans reached peak pitch, the slender body arching like a bow as his climax coursed through him.

Megamind stopped stroking and broke the kiss when the other man relaxed beneath him, grinning at the younger man’s slack features and glazed eyes. He rubbed his nose against his double’s, pressing their foreheads together with a satisfied hum. He wiped his hand against the dangling edge of his double’s cape, meeting the younger man’s slowly clearing gaze.

“I—is it always like that?” the other man was still panting slightly, his entire body slack from his release. His gaze drifted down to the older man’s trapped erection, one brow raising at the sight. “Um, how exactly were you expecting me to reciprocate?” He turned a worried gaze to his double, the welding goggles more crooked than ever, high on his forehead.

Megamind bit his lip, thinking, then a sly smile stretched his features. “I suppose I took you at your word.” His double just had time to look frightened before Megamind drew his de-gun, quickly dehydrating the younger man. Picking up the tiny cube, he suddenly wondered why he hadn’t done so in the first place. Still, things hadn’t exactly turned out badly. Perhaps he was simply more brilliant than he had realized.

Megamind rose on wobbly legs, wracking his perfect but slightly disorganized memory for the layout of this particular lair. He’d had a bed . . . there, in the old manager’s office. Walking with some difficulty, he made his way to the room, stopping at the door.

“BRAINBOTS,” he yelled, leaning against the doorway. Several immediately floated over to him, bowging happily. “A glass of water, please.” He took several deep breaths while he waited on them to return, leaving the door open as he entered the room. He set the glowing cube on the bedside table and began to strip. His other glove, belt and boots were piled at the foot of the bed, his cape and collar on top. At a polite, “bowg,” Megamind turned to accept a glass of water. He eyed the metal headboard, with its long bars, as the brainbot turned to leave. “Wait.” He grinned. “Fetch me the kidnapping rope.”

~~M~~

Megamind placed the glowing cube in the center of the bedspread, letting a drop fall from the water glass. His younger self sat up with a start as he rehydrated, eyes wide as he took in his naked double kneeling before him. Without a word, Megamind grasped the villain’s shoulders, pressing their lips together. The other man tensed for only a moment before opening to him, hesitantly pressing his tongue to his other self’s lips. Megamind immediately parted his lips, eagerly exploring the younger man’s mouth, withdrawing to allow his double to do the same. He slid one hand up to remove the welding goggles, then ran both hands down the other man’s trapped arms, pulling at the cape still holding them behind his back.

The villain let out a sigh of relief as his arms were freed, bringing gloved hands forward to cup his double’s head, caressing the sensitive scalp. Megamind groaned into his mouth, hands busy at the zipper on his younger self’s suit. He peeled the tight leather from the other man’s body, pulling back with irritation to attack the younger man’s gloves. They quickly joined his own on the floor, the body suit soon pushed down to the villain’s slim hips.

Megamind took advantage of the bared skin, running his palms over the smooth, hairless planes of chest, back and sides. He pressed the younger man flat onto the bed, mouth tracing the sharp collar bone, causing the villain to gasp, his long fingers digging into the older man’s back. Megamind moved to lick one dark blue nipple, then dragged his teeth gently over the sensitive flesh, his other hand pinching the opposite nub. His double hissed at the attention, hips twitching, and Megamind smiled as he felt the other man’s recovering erection against his stomach.

He quickly moved back up, hovering over the younger man with a grin. Wide, uncertain green eyes met his own confident ones as Megamind leaned back on his heels, hands reaching down to grasp his double’s. He quickly brought their joined hands above the other man’s head, pressing them against the headboard. Before the young villain could grasp his intentions, Megamind wrapped the strong, silky rope around the other man’s wrists, tying it with practiced ease.

“Oh, come on,” his younger self cried, pulling at his tied hands. “Do you really think I’m going to back out now?” He turned uncertain eyes toward his older self.

“What can I say,” Megamind replied, running his hands down his double’s sides, tracing the ridges of his ribcage. “I don’t reserve a lot of trust for villains.”

“Huh?” the younger man tried to meet his gaze as Megamind tugged his at his outfit, sliding it off his hips and down his legs. “I’m not like other villains, I’m you, you—oh dear god.” His head snapped back as the older man ran his tongue over him, coaxing his half-hard cock to a full erection. He moaned as Megamind closed his mouth over the tip, one dexterous hand wrapping around him to stroke firmly. He gasped as his double’s mouth moved lower, laving his opening as the hand stroked steadily on his erection. He gripped the ropes above him, thankful that he’d invested in smooth, comfortable restraints.

Megamind ran his tongue over his double’s entrance, pressing against and then into the other man. He kept a steady rhythm on the villain’s cock, grinding against the bed with every moan he coaxed from the other man. He nearly purred as his double spread his legs further, allowing him to press more firmly into him. He reached out with his unoccupied hand, easily locating the lotion he’d grabbed for this purpose. He popped open the small bottle, turning it to allow some to pool into his hand.

Megamind leaned his head against the younger man’s thigh, watching his face as he positioned slick fingers at the villain’s opening. His double stiffened when he felt one digit pressing into him, panting as Megamind pressed gentle kisses against his inner thigh, one hand still slowly stroking his erection. The younger man’s hands tightened on the rope, and his hips bucked as Megamind slowly worked the finger into him, now sliding it back and forth. As he felt the other man relax, Megamind gently pressed a second digit in to join the first, twisting to stretch the tight opening. He placed a line of open-mouthed kisses along the other man’s thigh, closer and closer to the throbbing cock. He finally took the weeping member into his mouth just as a third finger worked its way into the younger man. The villain groaned from the twin sensations, lower lip swollen from being constantly held between his teeth, arms aching from his desperate grip on the ropes.

“Please,” Megamind was surprised to hear the other man plead, his nimble fingers still working, now pressing against a place that made the younger man buck and groan. He sucked hard on the villain’s cock, delighting in the helpless cry it elicited as his fingers twisted and stretched.

Megamind withdrew, now crawling over his younger self, trailing one hand along the other man’s side. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” through gritted teeth, green eyes glazed and glaring. “Yes, yes, please, just quit torturing me.”

Megamind nipped at his double’s mouth, teasing the swollen lower lip between his teeth. He sat back up, nudging at the younger man’s side. “Roll over.”

Panting, the villain complied, the slack on the rope allowing him to roll onto his knees, hands braced against the headboard. Megamind moved behind him, parting the narrow hips with his hands, insinuating himself into the gap. He wrapped one arm around his double’s chest, laying soft kisses and nips along the younger man’s back, his other hand seeking the abandoned bottle of lotion, applying it directly to his aching member. A couple quick strokes to cover him, and Megamind positioned himself at the other man’s waiting entrance. “Just relax, okay?” he murmured, lips against his double’s ear, pressed chest to back, every tremor from either of them echoing through the other’s body. “Relax, let me know if you need me to stop.” Megamind bit his lip in concentration, pushing slowly into the other man’s willing body.

The villain let out a soft moan, forehead pressed against his arms, hands tight around the spindles of the headboard. The hand on his chest clenched, the other hand, slick with lotion, gliding over his hip to wrap around his cock. He whimpered at the slow burn as his other self moved deeper, panting harshly, utterly aroused, every touch bringing him closer and closer to that glorious peak. He groaned pitifully when his older self paused, pressing back against the length slowly filling him. “Please,” he whimpered, beyond caring about pride or even presentation. “PLEASE.”

Megamind took a deep breath, trying to control himself. The man whimpering beneath him must have no idea the effect his pleas had on Megamind’s self-control. He was already struggling with the urge to bury himself in that blessed, tight warmth. Slowly, he rocked against the other man, moving until he was pressed in as deeply as could be, flush against that tiny pert bottom. He partially withdrew with a gasp, a sound echoed by the man beneath him. Slowly, he pressed back in, biting on the smooth shoulder in front of him.

They moved together, building a rhythm, harsh gasps and pants growing to low moans and finally choked screams. Megamind groaned into the other man, his mouth pressed against his throat, now moving to nip a sensitive ear, now pressing clenched teeth against a shoulder. His one hand grasped his younger self desperately, the other stroking the villain to a shrieking climax. The younger man’s scream, his tightening muscles, his arched back pressed against Megamind’s chest, all sent him over the edge. His eyes squeezed closed as finished, pumping desperately into the other man, sight and sound fading for a moment into blinding white.

When he could think again, Megamind was still leaning against his younger self, both their weight supported by the headboard. He carefully withdrew from the other man, falling onto his side next to him on the bed. His entire body felt blissfully numb.

“Oh, come on . . .” the younger man murmured, still leaning against the bed.

“Huh?” Megamind looked from the other man’s slack face, to the arms said face was leaning against. With an exhausted groan, he sat up enough to reach the knots on the rope.

“Thanks,” his younger self grunted when he was free, immediately flopping down to rest on the mattress, a small, helpless smirk directed at his double. “I take it you’ve done that before?”

Megamind leaned against the headboard, too tired to lay back down just yet. “More like, had done to me.” He grinned at the memory.

“I thought you said . . . ‘girlfriend’.”

“She’s adventurous.” Megamind wriggled until he was again laying down, every nerve ending in his body still humming.

They lay in companionable silence for a moment, staring at nothing, until another question occurred to the younger man. “What was it you came here to tell me?”

Megamind blinked, his mind going blank. “I have absolutely no idea.” He grinned. “But I am so glad I did.”
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