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Firsts and Seconds	By : tripperfunster Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Megamind Views: 2043 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Firsts and Seconds
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Megamind was … well, he was prancing. There really wasn’t another word for it. Metro Man suppressed a smile as he watched the lithe little villain circle around him, mouth pressed into a wide grin and hands wringing manically.

“As you can see,” he said with a flourish, one leather-clad finger pointing at Metro Man’s chest, “you are no match for my carbon fused, electro-magnetic trap! Your super-powers aren’t strong enough to combat my superior powers of intellect.”

Metro Man struggled against the bonds, which were indeed quite strong. He had to hand it to the little guy, these electric … magnewhatevers really were quite ingenious. The harder he flexed, the tighter they became. He thrashed about, testing them further, and Megamind’s smile became so wide his face was in danger of cracking wide open.

“That may be true,” said Metro Man, struggling to get his feet underneath himself, “but you don’t need to be a brainiac to know right from wrong. Or good from evil.”

Megamind stared out over the city from their rooftop perch, hope blooming in his narrow chest. “Good, schmood,” he sneered. “What has being good done for you lately?” He pulled a small device out from under his cape and flipped up the cap with one thumb. “Evil, on the other hand, is about to make me very powerful and rich.”

Metro Man twisted against his bonds, then bucked into the air, smashing down against the gravel rooftop. The building shuddered, but his bindings did not give.

“And what exactly is your evil plan?” he gasped.

Megamind bit his lip in a bout of suppressed glee and waggled the small device in Metro Man’s face.

“Well first, I’m going to blow up this abandoned building with you in it, and then I’m going to take over Metrocity. I will force the weak-minded people of this town to do my bidding and bend them to my will!” He let out a deep, throaty laugh that fizzled into a shrill giggle, which he tried to hide with a cough. “Ahem! Well, I’d love to stay and chat about old times, but it seems I have a party to attend. A wake, for my old friend Metro Man.” He pressed the red button atop the device, then spun around to show the timer. “Too bad you won’t be there, I hear it’s going to be a real bomb.”

Metro Man stopped struggling and crinkled his brow.

“I think you mean ‘Da Bomb’. ‘A bomb’ means bad, ‘Da Bomb’ means good.”

Megamind stopped and furrowed his own brow.

“How does a definite article change something from bad to good? So, I‘m ‘A‘ super villain, does that make you ‘Da‘ super villain? I think not.”

Metro Man shrugged and began his struggling anew.

“Fine,” said Megamind, “no matter. Let’s say; It will be a bang-up good time! That means good, right?”

Metro Man gave a particularly forceful twist, sending a web of cracks shooting out from him in the gravel surface. Megamind looked to the detonator in his hand and frowned. “Or is that too old fashioned? Like ‘peachy-keen‘ or ‘nifty‘.”

Metro Man flipped again, crashing down with even more force, sending out deeper fissures. One zigged and zagged its way unnoticed under the villain who was still puzzling over his vernacular.

“Ha HA!” he finally cried, pointing the detonator at his captive and giving a victory hop, “A BLAST! It’s going to be a real blast! That is what I meant to--”

An ominous cracking sound shut his mouth in mid-sentence and he looked to Metro Man in puzzlement. “What on earth was that?” he queried, right before the entire rooftop heaved. He took a quick step toward the superhero, just as the ground where he had been standing crumbled and sank, sending chunks of cement and tar paper to the floor below.

The ground shook again, and Megamind stumbled. His back foot caught the edge of the ever-widening hole, and he felt himself tipping backwards. He teetered for what seemed an eternity, arms pin wheeling frantically, eyes wide, mouth pulled into a grimace. He looked to his captive, terror replacing the earlier charming smugness. Metro Man watched in horror as the villain began to disappear through the jagged opening into the darkness below.

“Megz!” cried Metro Man, snapping the bonds and reaching out to grasp the flailing man. There was a millisecond where white gloves ghosted over black, their fingers just barely brushing, then he was gone. Metro Man took to the air just as the remainder of the roof caved in.

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Despite the new ragged skylight, the interior of the warehouse was oppressively dark, and Metro Man scanned through the billowing clouds of dust for any sign of Megamind. Heart pounding, he dug through the debris, throwing bits of cement and dry wall aside until he came upon one leather clad hand. Clawing through the rubble, he unearthed the limp body of his long time nemesis.

“No, no,” he whispered to himself, a mantra of desperate denial, as he brushed off stray fragments and more dust. He placed a shaking hand against the lightning bolt insignia and breathed a sigh of relief. Megamind’s heart, however faint and uneven, was still beating. “Hey buddy, I’m here. You’re going to be okay, alright? I‘m going to get you some help.” Metro Man moved to brush more dust from the blue face, careful of the cuts and scratches, when he came to a sudden realization. Aside from the rapid thudding, the thin chest wasn’t moving. “Megamind!” he barked, giving him brisk shake, “C’mon, wake up!”

The blue head flopped lifelessly, and Metro Man shook him again. “No, damn it! This is not the way it’s supposed to end. You need fire and smoke and power chord guitars, not some seedy old warehouse in the run-down end of town. You’re better than this.” He raised an arm and slapped him sharply on the cheek. “Don’t you dare check out on me now.”

The slender body twitched, then spasmed into an arch, hands clenched into claws, only feet and shoulders touching the ground. His head twisted back, pale throat working soundlessly before taking a loud gasping breath, then another and another, finally sinking back to the ground, still coughing and sputtering.

Metro Man leaned over him. “Hey,” he said softly.

Megamind groaned, hands instinctively fluttering up to protect his face. Metro Man clasped one in his own and shifted his body to lean in more closely. “Hey,” he said again, pressing the back of the leather clad hand to his lips. “It’s okay, little buddy.” He gave the hand a reassuring squeeze.

Wincing, the villain coughed again and attempted to open his eyes. He blinked slowly, pupils huge and unfocused in the dark room. Eventually they picked out the dim face hovering above him. They traveled across the lantern jaw, up the Roman nose to the blue eyes crinkled with concern. Metroman gave his hand another squeeze and Megamind shifted his unsteady gaze to the sight of his hand clasped in his nemesis’s. He blinked stupidly for a moment, then managed a weak;

“…the fuck?”

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Metro Man meant to laugh. He truly did. But when he opened his mouth, what came out instead was a sob. A guttural, heart wrenching sob. He clapped his free hand over his mouth, but another one escaped, unbidden. Both men stared at each other, twin looks of surprise and horror on their faces, then Megamind took his free hand and raised it up to gently touch the other man’s cheek.

Metro Man’s lip trembled briefly, then all pretence of restrain was lost and he broke down and wept in earnest, wide shoulders hunched as they shook with each sob. Megamind waited, frozen with shock, but when the tears showed no signs of slowing, he pushed himself into a sitting position and warily placed his hand on the huge bicep, giving a gentle squeeze.

“Are y-you okay?”

“I’m sorry,” Metro Man blubbered, sweeping the smaller man into a crushing hug. Megamind winced at the sudden move, but was too surprised to fight, instead reaching around the thick neck to tentatively pat his back. Metro Man buried his face in the thin blue shoulder and tried to get his breathing under control. “I’m sorry,” he repeated, lungs still hitching, “I’m not normally … I mean, oh God, this is so embarrassing.” He wiped the backs of his hands across his cheeks and inhaled deeply. He let the breath out slowly and squeezed his eyes shut. “Okay, I-I’m good now.”

Megamind’s eyes widened into saucers and he pressed an accusing finger into the other man’s broad chest.

“You … care about me!” He said slowly, big brain trying to work its way around that thought. He looked up at the blue eyes and did not find the denial he was expecting. Instead, Metro Man shrugged and gave a guilty nod.

“It’s true,” he said simply. Green eyes searched his face through the darkness.

“But … why? I thought you hated me.”

Metro Man sighed and gave a sad smile. “Quite the opposite, little guy. You’re all I have in this world. I mean sure, I’ve got money and fame and the adoration of every single person in Metro City, but at the end of the day, what does it all mean if I have no one to share it with? It’s surprisingly lonely at the top.”

“But … but …” sputtered Megamind, “you just described every single thing I’ve ever wanted.” It was his turn to sigh. “I don’t get it.”

“Trust me, my friend, if you’re ever in my shoes, you’ll feel the same way.”

“Yes, well, the chance of that ever happening seems rather slim at the moment.”

“Your day will come, sooner than you think. I’m sure of it.”

“Oh God, I hope so. I mean, no offence, of course. I find you to be a bone-crushingly formidable opponent, but I don’t exactly hate you either. Truth be told, I don‘t even dislike you that much. ”

“Thanks. That means a lot.” Metro Man pulled him into another hug.

“I’m still going to try and destroy you, of course,” the villain continued, half smothered into the muscular chest.

“Of course!” laughed Metro Man. He released him and levelled his gaze at the wide, green eyes. “Thank you. For listening.” His eyes travelled down to Megamind’s mouth, and the villain licked his lips self-consciously. “I appreciate it,” he whispered, leaning closer. Megamind held his breath and closed his eyes.

BEEP!

BEEP!

BEEP!

He pulled back just as the full lips grazed his.

“The bomb!” he squeaked, checking his watch, “You’d better get out of here. Now!”

Metro Man raised himself up on both arms as if about to fly and Megamind instinctively flattened himself against the ground, arms covering his face in anticipation of the coming explosion. But instead of taking flight, Metro Man settled himself over the prone body of his friend, lowering himself on to it as gently as a brooding hen setting on her eggs.

“Buckle up,” he said, wrapping his arms around the blue head and tucking the villain’s face into the crook of his thick neck, “and hold your breath, it’s going to be hot.”

“Wha?” Megamind began but all thoughts and words were wiped out by the crushing heat and devastating impact as the world disintegrated around them. As instructed, Megamind held his breath, face pressed into the man above. Just as his lungs began to burn and his head to spin from lack of oxygen, the noise and heat surrounding them subsided. Both lay still as the last few bricks dropped and crashed around them, then Metro Man raised his head and they both gasped for fresh air.

The walls around them had vanished, save a few wobbly, stacked spires, which cast long shadows in the fading evening light.

“Wow,” said Megamind, still panting, “that was … intense.” He untangled one arm from between them and drew a shaking hand across his face.

“You’re trembling.”

“Well, yeah!” he laughed nervously, “this has been an extraordinary day of many firsts. First near death experience, first time at ground zero and first k-” he swallowed and averted his eyes, “first … kiss.” He sighed and made a face. “How sad is that?”

“Really?” asked Metro Man, searching his face, “you’ve never had a near death experience?”

Megamind laughed. He raised his finger to make a point, but Metro Man leaned in closer. “That wasn’t a real kiss. It doesn’t count.”

“Well, to you, perhaps, but I-“

Metro Man shook his head to shush him.

“I call a do-over. You okay with that?“

Megamind blinked slowly, then nodded. Metro Man closed the scant space between them and brushed his lips against the soft blue ones. He gathered up the fuller lower lip and gave it a gentle nibble, then sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue over it. Megamind gave a small huff of air, then his own pink tongue peeked out to give an exploratory lick at the fleshy part of Metro Man’s upper lip. Metro Man let his tongue circle the tip of his partner’s, then pressed forward to deepen the kiss.

Megamind huffed again, and the fingers of his free hand slowly twined themselves into the hero’s hair. He ran his tongue across the other man’s tidy, white teeth, then suddenly stilled.

“Wait,” he sighed, breaking the kiss enough to nuzzle his nose against the rough cheek. “You called me something earlier, as I was falling.”

Metro Man smiled against the slim throat and pressed his tongue into the delicate line of his jaw. “Megz.”

“Whhhu?” Megamind groaned, arching his neck into the other man’s mouth.

“Megz,” he said, more clearly, still tracing a wet trail on blue skin. “It’s … what I sometimes call you in my mind. You know, a shorthand form of your name.”

“A nickname?” the villian grinned, wriggling tantalizingly beneath him, “You really do care about me!”

Quick as a whip, Metro Man grabbed a fistful of black latex and hauled Megamind to his feet, his bulk towering over the smaller man.

“I care about bringing you to justice!”

“Ju-what?” Megamind frowned, rubbing his fists against his eye sockets like a tired child. “Did I miss something here?”

“The only thing you missed was the opportunity to turn your life around.”

Green eyes searched the handsome face for some clue as to the sudden shift of events. Then the sounds of rubber-neckers and distant sirens became obvious to ears even without super-hearing.

“Ah!” he gasped, genius-level wheels finally turning, “Why turn my life a round when being a goody-two-shoes is so square?“

“The only square you’ll be seeing is the four walls of your prison cell.”

There were some appreciative whoops and calls from the ever-growing peanut gallery.

“The joke’s on you Metro Man, because my cell isn’t square. It’s …uh, kind of round, actually.”

“Well, we won’t be seeing you around for a long, long time.”

“You may have won this time, Metro Man, but I’ll be back. With a plan even bigger and better than this one.”

Metro Man bent his knees and gave a salute to the still-gathering crowd. “Good night, fair citizens. You can rest easy this evening, because the city will now be safe from the likes of Megamind.” He adjusted his grip on the villain’s costume then jetted them both away.

Megamind instinctively grabbed on to the arm supporting him, his eyes squeezed shut.

“What’s wrong?” Metro Man asked, as they swooped above the building tops. “Don’t like to fly?”

“I don’t mind the flying,” he answered, eyes still screwed shut and fingers twisted in the ivory fringe. “It’s the falling to my death that I abhor.”

“Don’t worry buddy, I’ve got you.” He scooped up Megamind’s legs with his other arm and gave him a gentle squeeze. After a moment the villain dared to peek down at the city below.

“Amazing,” he said, the word almost carried away by the wind.

“Flying? Yeah, I’m kind of used to it, I guess.”

“No, you. After what we just went through,, anyone else would have been torn to shreds, or burnt to a crisp, but you are completely unscathed.”

Metro Man shrugged. “It would take a lot more than a little bomb to harm me. You’d have to employ something much more intense.”

“Are you talking bigger? Or nuclear?”

Metro Man grinned and shook his head.

“Really? Bigger than nuclear? I don’t have the resources to purchase something like that.” He removed one hand from Metro Man’s costume and rubbed the pad of his thumb along his goatee.

“What’s the biggest ball of fire you can think of?” asked the hero, slowing his speed and making a leisurely descent towards the prison.

Megamind frowned for a moment. “Well, the sun, of course, but that would be … completely …ludicrous. Wouldn‘t it?”

Metro Man shrugged. “Would it?”

“Of course it would! There’s no known way to harness the full, concentrated power of the sun.” He chewed his lip and a slow smile spread across his face. “At least, not yet.”

“That’s the spirit,” said Metro Man, alighting atop the prison roof. Megamind hopped out of his arms, then promptly stumbled. “Whoa there, buddy. You okay?”

“Peachy-keen” he replied, straightening himself and looking up at the hero. “Just getting my land legs back.” He reached out tentatively and patted the muscular arm. “And you?”

Metro Man thought a moment, then nodded. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Megamind puffed out his chest and placed his hands on his hips. “Excellent, because I’m already working on my next plan to destroy you.”

The hollow clanging of footsteps on metal stairs came from the nearby stairwell, and Metro Man reached across the smaller man to lean against the door. “You don’t say.”

“Yeah,” he replied, barely a whisper, “if I succeed it would be another first.”

“You know,” said Metro Man with a wink, “seconds are fun too.” He leaned down and pressed his mouth against Megamind‘s, his free hand circling the slim waist and pulling him closer.

“Indeed,” he replied, standing on his tip-toes, “and thirds.”

By the time the guards forced open the door, Megamind was standing alone, one hand pressed to his mouth, his eyes on the stars. They stopped short, scanning the dark skies for whatever the villain was looking at. Megamind spun around, a devious grin lighting his face.

“What are you waiting for?” he barked , squaring his shoulders. “Take me to my cell, I’ve got a lot of scheming to do.”

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