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Disclaimer: I do not own Megamind or make any profit from this story, it was done purely out of love for the characters.

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Isthmus
“There are desires to return, to love, to not disappear,
and there are desires to die, fought by two
opposing waters that have never isthmused.”
~ César Vallejo, The Complete Poetry

PLEASE READ - Author Notes:
So, I've been having thoughts on Megamind and the whole alien thing. The one-shot I wrote before was definitely fun but it made me feel like I’d missed a HUGE opportunity using the strangely vast wealth of reproductive knowledge I have. It seems to be a vice of mine to mess with reproduction.
After writing my Incubus fic for Harry Potter I began to think in terms of alternative ,uncommon, or alien gender possibilities once the 'three parents' aspect came up in the plotline. Basically my story stipulated that an Incubus/Succubus are only able to pass on magical power and provide no genetic link to their offspring whatsoever, thus they need both a female and a male mate to make a collective three-parent baby. This has a grain of truth to it per legend since a Succubus was said to steal sperm from a human man, change it somehow, and then implant that into a human woman as an Incubus to make a baby; one of which was Merlin himself. Aren't shape shifting sexually charged night-terrors neat?
With me so far?
This got me thinking about alien... Bits. And whether or not Megs and Roxanne would even fit. And what about Metro Man? Physiological Tetris would already be hard enough considering Metro Man's size. He is not a small man. In the bulge department he's pretty impressive and that man has absolutely no reason to wear a cup, so what we’re looking at there is real. The Square-Peg-Round-Hole' problem in terms of alien/human interaction, which also carries over to alien/alien interaction if they evolved on different worlds seems pretty relevant in this fandom, doesn't it? Metro Man might not even be a very big male for his species. Hell; he was raised on entirely alien food. What if he's even significantly stunted in terms of growth? And is Megs, too?
These questions are driving me NUTS as I work on Megamind story concepts. So I settled on one of them and will examine the others later.
Gender.
I am so damned tired of either Roxanne or Metro Man being left out by writers (Megamind is popular, isn’t he?) because they are of the two hearts forever type, which is fine, but pretty uncreative when dealing with aliens. In other words: human ideals of relationship and even physical dynamics no longer apply.
I hope you enjoy this this biological jigsaw puzzle when it all comes together.

Chapter 1 - The Right Wrong Person

“We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are—that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: it's got to be the right wrong person—someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.”

I will find that special person who is wrong for me in just the right way.”
~Andrew Boyd, Daily Afflictions: The Agony of Being Connected to Everything in the Universe

The only thing worse than being a hero with too much to do was being a hero with nothing to do during a time when you were supposed to have too much to do. It meant that, whether you liked it or not, your mind wandered.
At least if he had villains to chase at the moment he would have something to keep his mind off of wishing he could stop patrolling when there was nothing actually going on. But no; he was expected to be seen on his rounds or there would be someone calling the news to let everyone know their caped babysitter was missing and the metaphorical children would panic upon finding themselves alone for one evening. It had actually happened once before; around the winter holidays just after the citizens had grown confident in his vigilance when Wayne was just getting out of his teens. He had taken the calmness of the unusually crime-free evening to visit his parents without announcement and had shown up hours later to offer his assistance when the sound of a large-scale search assaulted him from the dinner table... only to discover they were searching for him.
It had been an interesting evening to say the least. What did these people think could possibly happen to him, besides just getting bored and leaving them to their own ill-advised dependency? Maybe that was exactly the problem. What would happen to them if he left? Metro City hadn’t exactly been a stellar example of metropolitan perfection before he started taking a more active role in stamping out crime (and honestly, a huge part of the problem was simple poverty - good thing he’d managed to convince the city they needed to play cause-and-effect on that one).
There seemed to be only three kinds of people in this world; those that feared him and misbehaved, those that loved him and behaved, and those that challenged him and kept him on his toes no matter what their moral alignment.
That last category was far too small for his liking. They were the category of people that treated him as close to a normal person as he had known outside of his parents. They didn’t worship him or think of him as either a god sent to earth or a symbol of all that was good in the world; they snarked at him and maintained that being powerful didn't give him the right to be a jerk... and they were right.
So he kept going for the sake of being a living security blanket for the people of Metro City. No matter how much it galled him that this absurd chore was his lot in life.
This type of boring patrol was a very particular type of irritation for Metro Man. He yearned for the ability to be off-duty for even a few precious hours. The power to stop being Metro Man for a little while was the only power he didn’t have, and lately would trade all of his existing powers for in a heartbeat. As a pre-teen he remembered sleeping in on Saturday morning or staying up late playing games or just having to sit in the dining room for an hour or two for dinner with his parents; something he had loathed and suffered through then but as a grown man would pay for if he could, especially while the nostalgic atmosphere of a decorated evergreen and the sparkling of garlands and the tinkling of bells were present in the manor as they were now.
But he couldn’t do that without overly emotional chaos ensuing, damn it, and so he was patrolling for absolutely no reason precisely on schedule. Night after night, day after day, even when nothing was happening, just so that these insecure people could see him and feel safer for it the same way his parents used to leave the hallway light on when he went to sleep as a kid. Was that what he’d become? Metro City’s security object? He groaned in irritation as he continued on despite these thoughts.
This was a type of tedium that was not only irritating in itself but was also occurring while he should have been able to relax, which was infinitely worse.
Finally, blessedly, the patrol was over and he had done it with sufficient languor to be sure he was spotted by enough people to give the city comfort. Though he didn’t need to sleep often he still did it from time to time and it had been four days since his last nap. He craved the solitude of his underground lair, where he had a broadcast of white noise waiting to keep his brain from registering any commotion from the city across the water while he slept, at least until something serious enough justified the Mayor using the alarm system they had set up to wake him. Metro Man rarely got a few hours of sleep at a time when he chose to indulge in it. It was probably only habit, but it was a short break he had come to depend on for recharging his humanity tolerance.
And he rather hated that he was, after so long wishing he was just like everyone else, beginning to view them as a completely different species. He’d always known he wasn’t one of them… but he’d never really felt it this strongly before.
Looking down now at the glistening white of Metro City, Metro Man paused and considered whether or not he really needed to rush home just yet; there was always a few more people to check up on that had more importance in his mind than the generally labelled ‘citizen’. That third category was what kept him sane. Those precious few that looked him in the eye and didn’t blush, who spoke to him like he was a normal part of their world, who told him off if they didn’t want to hang on his every word; those were the people he looked after when patrolling was done.
Though he wasn’t cold Metro Man blew out a puff of breath to see it make steam. Unless he was literally enveloped in lava (which made him feel pleasantly warm) or out in space (slightly cool), the latter of which had happened only a few times while knocking large meteors away from the Earth, Metro Man always felt the same consistent temperature. To him the seasons were merely a change of scenery and available local produce, aside from one important impact on his regular schedule that was always somehow connected to the temperature.
Megamind.
Though Metro Man normally didn’t worry when Megamind was out and about no matter the season he did know that the little guy tended to slow down in cold weather. Minion did too, for that matter. One good snow and they wouldn’t budge from wherever they happened to be at the time, prison or lair, until they had no choice, had a plot that just couldn’t wait for better conditions, or it got warm enough to see pavement again without either mechanical or chemical intervention. Whether from the cold just being very uncomfortable to them or because it actually slowed them down in some physical way Metro Man wasn’t sure, but it was clear; winter and Megamind didn’t mix well. There seemed to be the same reaction to extremes of heat as well, when it was ever experienced here.
Metro Man had not missed the cosmic irony in that since the three of them had landed in Michigan, of all places, which was a state absolutely plagued by lake-effect snow. It was practically a rite of passage in this area to have accidentally uncovered the wrong car because you couldn’t tell which one yours was when you started digging. Michigan bordered four of the five Great Lakes, and the two peninsulas of the state were geographically playing a constant game of “I’m-Not-Touching-You” at the boundary between two of them. In other words; barring everything above the Canadian border, Megamind couldn’t possibly have landed in a more hilariously inconvenient climate for his biology while still remaining on the same continent.
For this reason winter was also Roxanne’s seasonal vacation, since she was kidnapped with far less frequency and that allowed her time to have more of a regular social life. It wasn’t unusual for Wayne to focus across town on blustery days and see her rosy-cheeked, wrapped up in scarves and mittens and other things that made her more attractive than usual, and drinking coffee with a few friends in the park making snow castles. She also made sand castles in the summer – it was an odd talent of hers but luckily Michigan was one place where you could do both pretty frequently. He’d dropped her off on her balcony enough times to know that she had some awards for them right where she kept her journalism awards. It was quirky things like that Wayne admired just as much as her intelligence and spunk.
Oh well. A friend was good. Not great, but it was better than nothing and she had made it clear she wasn’t interested in anything intimate with him for reasons she had explained in… excruciating detail. The speech still rang in his head when he was annoyed with his current date for being infatuated with Metro Man and not Wayne Scott.
Just to be sure Megamind wasn’t up to anything, Metro Man focused until he found her. Roxanne was sitting at her desk looking tired and worn-out and still working on something that was apparently on a deadline considering the time and the rapidity of her woodpecker-like typing. At this rate with the way the snow was coming in from over the lakes Metro Man knew she might get stuck in the building and be unable to get home until the plows went through. She had probably planned for that, though, as there was a mug of coffee sitting on her desk that was libel to keep her up well past midnight and a gym bag under her desk with a change of clothes and shower things in it. Considering her building actually contained a gym on the third floor complete with showers she was camping out for the night right where she was.
He sighed and considered going to visit her and maybe offer her a ride home, but no… she was usually only annoyed with him when he interrupted her in the middle of a flow. Roxanne would lose her train of thought, he would get lectured, and everyone would be worse off than they were now. It was best to keep away and let her alone. Besides; Roxanne being very much un-kidnapped didn’t necessarily mean Megamind was behaving himself, it only meant that he might have decided to play with a different toy, unlikely as that seemed.
Maybe Megamind was building something instead, given that he’d be trapped in his lair for a while and was likely as aware of the oncoming storm as Roxanne was.
Metro Man knew where said lair was. Of course he knew where Megamind’s lair was. All he had to do was close his eyes and listen, hone in on that all-too-familiar voice, and look in the direction of the strangely endearing cackle. Megamind had never even bothered to move it after he realized Metro Man knew where his home away from home was located, and that was for one very specific reason.
The rules of their game applied to both parties.
And after playing along for so many years Metro Man knew where the trade items were.
Metro Man couldn’t just snatch Megamind up and cart him off to jail; they had an unspoken agreement on that front. Megamind wouldn’t kidnap Roxanne or act up too badly while Metro Man was overseas handling big disasters he couldn’t spare time on, and in return Metro Man didn’t take Megamind back to jail after escape unless he’d actually done something to warrant it since his last escape. Megamind didn’t actually hurt Roxanne or whatever random civilians had gotten mixed up in his schemes, and Metro Man didn’t actually hurt Megamind or Minion. Metro Man didn’t seriously think that last one was a possibility after the first year or so of their silly dance routine, neither one of them seemed up to it, but he’d always known the scorecard was being kept regardless. There was always an even trade… a balancing act that they had worked out through trial and error.
And in this case it meant that Metro Man was only allowed to look, not touch.
Metro Man NEVER invaded Megamind’s lair. Visit him in prison - fine, take him out in battles - great, but the warehouse was sacred ground. Not only was it the one place where Megamind was able to call entirely his own but Minion lived there too. If nothing else Metro Man would have respected the boundary because of that last one, at least until Megamind did something equally unforgivable first; like kidnapping Roxanne when she was dangerously sick or injured… which Megs had never, ever done.
It was an admittedly helpful give-and-take thing that prevented the Warden from having to suffer any additional escape talleys (many of which relied on the fact that the idiot kept stealing Megamind’s things) and Roxanne got advanced warning in the form of disasters and inclement weather heralding when it was safe for her to stay home and have long baths in peace or go out with her friends undisturbed.
Normally the blue man would be tinkering with any one of thousands of little devices he had squirreled away in tight corners and nooks, scribbling plans and hanging papers in patterns designed intentionally to confuse anyone that might find them. Or doing something far more mundane. After all Megamind had the same needs as any other biological being and it was pretty common for Metro Man to ‘look in’ on him only to find him doing chores or watching television or putting away groceries or just plain sleeping. At first it was the last activity that seemed to be occupying him; Megamind was lying in bed curled up under a thick blanket with his face half-obscured by the veritable hoard of pillows he burrowed into when being outside of his prison cell allowed it. Megamind really was just sleeping, or so it seemed until he shifted in a way any mature adult on the planet would have recognized.
Was he..?
Metro Man coughed and turned away, a slight flush on his face. It wasn’t that he was particularly surprised. Wayne had definitely given himself a hand every now and then. It was just weird to catch someone else doing it.
It was inevitable really. There were reasons he didn’t use his x-ray vision frivolously and this was one of them. It was precisely the same reason he wished he had as much conscious control over his other powers of perception as he did over the x-ray. After all; despite all their mutual acceptance that theirs was a marriage of financial and social convenience there was ONE thing his parents had liked about each other while he was growing up and it was very much the cause of his insisting on moving out of the Manor at a relatively early age.
Being a kid with Super-Hearing in a home where the honeymoon never ended had been fucking unbearable. If there hadn’t been a reproductive issue with both of them then Wayne was absolutely certain he’d have been knee-deep in siblings by the time High School came around. Maybe that was one of the reasons his mother had insisted so strongly on so many doctors testing her son to see if he could reproduce with humans (a very emphatic NO on that one). She wanted him to have what she could only experience through adoption. Thankfully he had managed to convince her that adoption was good enough for him too, otherwise the tests never would have ended and she would still be miserable over it… though she still constantly asked when he was going to marry and adopt already.
Still, suspicion loomed as it always did with villains and Metro Man refocused quickly to see if another party was involved and whether or not they seemed glad to be there. But no – Megamind was alone and looking through him to the space below only revealed the sheets beneath his rhythmically shifting form.
Well… good for him. Prison probably wasn’t the best place to do that, lack of privacy and all, and it made sense for Megamind to use his free time (metaphorically speaking) for that particular activity. A further look around the lair confirmed Minion was not there, likely doing the shopping in the holo-guise of a random woman he’d scanned with the holo-watch at some point, further illustrating that Megamind actually had some time to himself for once.
Abruptly Metro Man felt like a complete ass for intruding on that time even if Megamind would never know about it. He blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes to refocus them on the perspective he should have been concentrating on; the city around him and not one particular villain that was trapped in place regardless of what he was doing. As little time as he had to himself - possibly an hour in a week when he was planning to stay awake for it and not just fucking sleep - Metro Man appreciated how difficult it must be for Megamind to have time of his own too.
Still; a quiet evening continued. The few issues he could see from his standpoint were nothing the people and police of Metro City couldn’t handle by themselves, including one particularly hilarious failed assault he’d witnessed earlier featuring what he assumed was a planned rape and a comparatively tiny woman that turned out to kick all kinds of ass when threatened. The only intervention Metro Man might have considered was stopping her after the guy was clearly down, but luckily a nearby officer had heard her vicious tirade and she managed to calm the woman down and get her to explain what was going on.
Metro Man closed his eyes and prepared to go to his underground safe zone to sleep when his flight path took him over the warehouses again.
He’d stopped before he’d even realized it, mouth gaping as he spun in place and tried to figure out what the hell the source that wonderful taste in the air was. Thunderstruck, Metro Man took in an open-mouthed slow breath and nearly bent backward with how long he did so. The taste flowed over his tongue and made his mouth water and warmth swelled in his chest the same way it did when he walked down a snowy street on Christmas Eve and passed by a bakery in full production with the windows flung open wide due to the heat of the ovens within. It was actually a scent, not a taste, but it permeated the air so strongly it may as well have been liquid for how efficiently it stuck to the inside of his mouth. Elevated senses weren’t often a good thing in such a smelly, polluted, and highly populated area… but it occasionally had its rewards.
“What is that?” he asked aloud.
As he spun he found he couldn’t pinpoint the source until he looked straight down, and realized he was hovering directly over Megamind’s lair. Curiosity overcame his moral qualms about privacy and he focused again to see… Megamind still at his task.
That was odd. Why was it taking him so long?
The blue body was still buried in those pillows, enveloped in a veritable nest of them, balanced on his knees and shoulders while both of his hands were preoccupied elsewhere instead of merely providing his body support. Cursing himself already for it but unable to resist, Metro Man focused his x-ray vision to see what those hands were doing precisely. Before he had even focused halfway through he startled as he noticed two things.
One; Megamind’s internal arrangement looked awfully familiar.
It was completely different from the way humans or even any animal on Earth looked when he x-rayed them. Perhaps he hadn’t noticed before because Megamind had always been facing him when he’d scanned the smaller man for injuries or hidden weapons, but now that he was essentially looking through him starting with the smaller alien’s back the similarities leapt out at Wayne like the light of an oncoming train in a tunnel.
Wayne had avoided X-raying himself until he was 20 out of the fear he would see irrefutable proof that he was in no way human. Yes he knew that already, but knowing and feeling were two different things and it took him a while to really accept what he was. If he had even a small hope that this was all some cosmic prank, that he was a human that had just been genetically altered somehow, or that he was simply a perfectly normal human being in a padded room somewhere hallucinating that he was an alien superpowered hero figure… he wanted to hold onto that. In his youth all he had wanted to be was normal, especially after he learned the hard way he had to control his powers very carefully playing any sort of sport with other children.
That hope was, of course, utterly demolished when he had given in to curiosity and seen with his own eyes that his resemblance to the species he had been adopted into was literally only skin-deep. He didn’t even have names for the organs he had because they didn’t resemble anything he knew about human biology. After a while fretting over it he had eventually accepted this drastic difference, and had expected the same from Megamind since he was an alien too. But even after all of that not ONCE had it occurred to Wayne to compare and contrast his own interior arrangement with that of Megamind, because they were obviously different peoples from the outside… and cursed himself for it now because he had failed to recognize the similarities simply because he was usually looking at the same puzzle backwards, or mirrored, from how he viewed himself. Looking down at himself with X-ray gave him a flipped perspective than the one he would have gotten looking at himself head-on as if through a mirror.
Their innards were practically identical. The most obvious difference that he could tell now was size. Metro Man’s organs were simply larger and bulkier because they had more room to occupy whereas Megamind’s were smaller and constrained by the slender body they had developed for. Metro Man had honestly seen precisely the same effect between adult male humans that simply had different body types and frames; they were THAT similar. The other difference, one that struck Metro Man like a bolt of lightning, were the organs clearly meant for reproduction.
Megamind still very much had a penis, or at least something like a penis because he clearly had no testicles to fuel it, at least not externally which was one feature Metro Man did possess like humans did. It was smaller than Metro Man's own though matched his frame well enough, but again similarly shaped - the head was much wider than a human’s was and with a deeper angle at the tip, caused by the actual bone that ran the length of it called a baculum (that had been an interesting conversation with his doctor when he was fourteen) complete with the oddly ridged texture of the tip itself.
Most mammals had a penile bone actually, even primates, with humans being an odd exception, so the Scott family doctor had waved it off as perfectly normal for Wayne’s body and nothing to worry about. That bone was usually there because engorgement was meant to occur after penetration for the species, not before like it was for humans, and would allow those mating to achieve whatever the desired result of that was. The main two reasons for this were that either the species needed to mate in one hell of a hurry and just get it over with… or they would essentially lock together once the penis had reached maximum size and they’d be unable to separate for a while in a copulatory tie.
Considering the head of Wayne’s oddly-shaped cock got much wider when engorged with a pronounced ridge between head and shaft, he was a notorious cuddler so long as his current girlfriend didn’t mind his staying imbedded for a while, and he seemed to be at his firmest after orgasm it left him with little doubt as to what that indicated. Wayne hated it when the women he dated considered merely climaxing the end of sex. They’d leave to clean up and he would pout because, even though he’d come, he didn’t feel finished unless he’d softened inside her first; which could sometimes take quite a while. More than once he’d lamented how resilient the human female’s bits were in terms of stretching, because it was never very difficult for her to just pull away from him without any more resistance than she would experience if the man was simply wider than normal, and Wayne kept instinctively waiting for her to ‘catch’ on that ridge. Even though he knew, logically, that it was stupid; he always felt personally insulted somehow when that locking in didn’t happen.
Megamind had all of the same external features simply on a smaller scale - but again to a scale that matched his frame - without the external testes. Once he focused on the interior, however, Megamind stopped resembling Metro Man whatsoever.
Megamind’s internal sexual configuration was, simply, just weird.
Clearly Megamind didn’t have a typical male arrangement inside even in comparison to Metro Man’s, which matched him in most every other respect. There was still, clearly, no direct relation to a female arrangement either, aside from an obvious tunnel that began just where a scrotum would normally be in any male. This tunnel led up to a gathering of glands that were currently heated and pumping different fluids into a central chamber… that were connected to the blue alien’s cock via a small tube. In the midst of that bundle of glands were two bulbs that looked as if they might be very deeply internal testes. Given the tendon and muscle structure around it that central chamber was meant to contract and push the contents out through the penis just like normal ejaculate… so what the heck was that tunnel for?
Metro Man focused on the fluids themselves, the enzymes that were gathering in that central chamber, and saw nothing remotely resembling eggs or semen - not even the inert amoeboid semen that Metro Man himself possessed. It was all just… fluid. Nothing more or less than different liquids mixing together, doing nothing more than swirling and combining in there.
...what the hell? If he’d been a biologist he was sure this would be utterly fascinating, but as he was not a biologist all it meant was a lot of confusion and curiosity.
The second thing that startled him was noticing, just from focusing in that direction and breathing in,l what the source of that intoxicating taste in the air was. It was Megamind, and the more the blue body writhed and shook as climax approached, the stronger that scent and taste became as those fluids gathered and mixed, and the more Metro Man’s mouth watered in reaction to it.
Confused, amazed, and intrigued as hell, Metro Man left his high vantage point and drifted down until he was just outside the building with nothing more than a few feet of air and a brick wall between him and the other alien.
It was wicked. Metro Man knew that before he even moved to a better vantage point. But he did it anyway and he fully acknowledged that he was doing something wicked and didn’t care. His darker urges had very seldom won out against the moral fiber his mother had gone to such great lengths to instill in him. Now it did – with a force that left some voice in the back of the hero’s mind screaming for him to go to a time-out. He ignored it as fiercely as he was able and kept his eyes and all available senses focused right where they wanted to be.
The outside of Megamind, who looked marvellous in that position; vulnerable and flushed and a little bit frantic while he gripped and tugged at his cock exactly the same way Wayne did - grasping the length and firmly yanking upward under the ridge of the head to simulate being locked inside another body. Something Metro Man didn’t expect, though, was the other hand pressing and rubbing at the entrance of that tunnel, which he had only just noticed was blocked from the outside by a layer of skin that looked no different from the blue surrounding it.
Did Megamind even know there was an opening beyond that spot? Or was he only pressing on that area because he had discovered, through trial-and-error, it felt good to do it? Either way the scent and the image was arousing as nothing else Wayne had experienced before and he felt himself swell a little in response to it; but that very irritating subtle swell that was waiting for him to be encased in someone before the actual engorgement would happen. Even all that blue skin and the strange, slender body, and even that big blue head (purple in some places as the flush spread) made him shake with lust just watching.
The moment finally came when Megamind tensed and cried out with no warning while those gathering fluids burst forth in short spurts, and Metro Man must have made a noise in reaction to that surprise because Megamind heard him. The sound of pleasure that the blue alien had made was swiftly followed by a yelp of pain when Metro Man’s careless exclamation startled him and caused his body to jolt in reaction - resulting in the two fingers that had already been firmly rubbing the thin barrier to that tunnel to push far too hard.
As it had done many times before the scent of Megamind’s blood assaulted Metro Man’s senses; and this time it had certainly not been a normal result of a battle. Horror leapt up the larger male’s chest and choked him so badly he almost fell out of the air, though he managed to catch himself and merely reel backward instead. Pale, mind numb with shock over what had just occurred, Wayne backed off a dozen yards or so and watched to see what would happen now.
Clearly that patch of skin was meant to break away. There was a tunnel behind it, for pity's sake! Something was meant to go in there. But did Megamind know that? Or was this exactly what it looked like: an alien residing in an alien world who had no idea how their own body worked due to having none of their own kind to teach them?
Megamind went still and gasped as the aftershocks of climax continued to pulse through him despite the pain. When they eventually ebbed he took a few deep breaths and brought his hands back up toward his face to look at them. A moment of panicked silence was broken as he swore and made a small, distressed noise in his throat.
Metro Man reeled and winced. He couldn’t remember the noise he had made to startle Megamind; he only knew it had been loud enough to make the window nearby rattle audibly. He sincerely doubted it had contained any words. He remembered being told he was prone to growling when he was young, something his parents had trained out of him like it had been a speech impediment. Had he growled? That would have been enough to scare anyone into accidentally hurting themselves no matter what they had been doing at the time! This was entirely his fault and inexcusable and he’d have to do something about it. If not now, then after the little guy calmed down.
Metro Man swallawed and took a calming breath himself before he managed to focus his x-ray again and be sure Megamind wasn’t truly injured. Thankfully he wasn’t - the patch of flesh had been badly torn but hadn’t been displaced. It might even heal shut again given time. Still, there was something heart-wrenching about it when Megamind gathered a portion of his blanket and pressed it to the wound to staunch the bleeding… clearly unaware that it was only a minor injury if the elevated heart rate and continued trembling was any indication.
Damn, damn, damn what had he just done?
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