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"Master Stolas, a Mister Fizzarolli is at the door." Stolas peeked out from behind his study.
"Fizzarolli? What could he be doing out so late? Have him come in, I'll be down in just a moment." Stolas closed the book he was reading and quickly adjusted his robe as he walked downstairs, wondering what Fizzarolli could be over for. He hadn't even talked to him since his little… incident at Ozzie's, and hadn't seen him since he was kidnapped by that strange imp and his lawyers. He knew that Fizz and Blitz had a rekindling of sorts a few months ago, but since he and Blitz hadn't been talking much, he wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
Nevertheless, if he was over this late, it must be something important.
A short walk to the foyer later, and there stood the clown, looking clearly uncomfortable. Their eyes locked for a moment before Fizz dawned a very nervous smile.
"Uh, hi… Sir Stolas." Fizz waved awkwardly.
"Ah, well, good evening, Fizzarolli. What brings you here at such a late hour? Is everything alright?" Stolas said softly as he invited Fizz in.
"O-Oh! I'm just fine! Never better, actually! Hehe. I just quit my job at Mammon's circus-thing and had some free time so I decided to stop by!" Fizz said with a shoulder shrug, his smile becoming no less awkward. "Fuckin prick had me strung up by my balls for way too fucking long." He added under his breath as he walked with Stolas to his kitchen.
"Hmm, yes. I saw the fallout of it on tv. It seems your relationship with Asmodeus is out in public, as well, Hmm?" Stolas remarked with a hint of playfulness. Fizz blushed furiously and gave a nervous laugh.
"Aha, yeah… crazy how that happens, huh?" Stolas offered him a chair, to which he promptly sat down and scratched his head. "Guess he felt brave after my lil number, or something."
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Fizz-"
"S-Sir Stolas! I j-just wanted to say sorry!" Fizz blurted out. Stolas blinked.
"Sorry? whatever for?" Stolas asked in earnest. Fizz instantly became confused.
"Well, y'know, the whole deal at Ozzie's, and how I, y'know…" Fizz sighed.
"Look I was a massive prick. There was a lot that happened between Blitz and I, and it was the first time I had seen him in… fuck it has to be just over fifteen years." Fizz deflated a little bit as he looked down at the table. "Ozz and I were still secret, and I had a lot of pent up anger. Turns out, it was all a big fuckin' misunderstanding a-and I just-" Fizz started to tear up, Stolas immediately put a hand on his shoulder to console. Fizz flinched for a second, but realized it was a gesture of compassion and looked up at Stolas with watery eyes.
"Fizzarolli–"
"Y-You can call me Fizz."
"Right. Fizz, it's okay. I'm not upset at you, nor have I been. Frankly, nothing you or Asmodeus said had been anything I hadn't considered myself."
"That doesn't make it right!" Fizz shot up from his chair, startling Stolas who recoiled a little bit.
"Fizz, I-"
"No! I'm not going to let you shoulder any blame for this! I dragged you into something you had no bid in, and I fucked things up between you!" He put his hands on Stolas' shoulders and stared directly into his eyes. Stolas gently put his hand on Fizz's.
"It's… not as simple as that, I'm afraid." Stolas began. Fizz deflated again "I don't think there was much to ruin. I don't know what we are." Stolas was now the one that looked away. "Quite frankly, I'm not entirely sure if we were anything to begin with."
"Oh for fuck's- you too!?" Fizz rolled his eyes and sighed.
"...too?" Stolas asked as he looked back up at Fizz and furrowed his brow in confusion.
Fizz swiped his hand down his face in frustration.
"Look. I don't really know you anywhere near how I know Blitz, but I know when he's being a bitch about something he clearly likes a lot, and it's really fucking annoying that you do the same thing." Fizz backed away from Stolas and leaned over the table. "Just because you and him are as clueless as two brain-dead fish in a circular pond DOESN'T give me the right to cut that shit off before it has a chance to figure itself out! You think Ozz and I just magically became gushy mushy sex-dependant boyfriend's at first glance? Don't you WANT this to work out?"
Stolas brought his hand to his chest and blushed. OF COURSE he wanted this to work out. How the hell could he ignore the ache in his heart any longer? The first time in what felt like his whole life did he feel like he swam to the surface to take a breath, and it seemed like everything around him was trying as hard as possible to drag him back down.
"Fizz. I appreciate this, I really do. Coming all this way to apologize is truly humbling, but this seems rather severe for something that I didn't really blame you for in the first place."
Fizz sighed and walked towards the window behind him, supporting himself on the frame as he looked on into the dark, cloudy Pride night.
"Blitz's saved my life twice since we've rekindled. Ozzie's a fuckin blockhead with shit like this sometimes, but you saved my ass, too, with that Lawyer. I love him so fucking much, but he can be real impulsive at times. The whole "confession" shit at Mam's thing is a perfect example." Stolas got up and walked towards the window next to Fizz, looking out at the moonless night with him, not saying a word. Fizz was alert to his presence, looked at him for a moment, and then looked back out the window with renewed exasperation.
"I owe you both a whole lot, and all I've done in that time is put a rift between you two. 'Lotta dots have been starting to connect in the last couple of months, and now I've just been feeling fuckin horrible. He hadn't even explained himself to me yet and he was still throwing himself in front of bullets for me. I mean, what kind of self deprecating asshole throws his life in front of yours when the first thing you've said to him in fifteen years is how shit he's always been?"
"Someone who cares very deeply about the people around him, despite what his outward demeanor shows." Stolas finally replied. Fizz perked up a bit and looked up at stolas again before looking away once more with the feeling of guilt absolutely ravaging his body.
"...Yeah."
Fizz began to tear up again. The longer he had to think about it– how his friendship with Blitz ended, how he was when they crossed paths for the first time in over a decade, how Blitz was clearly just trying to convince himself to hate Fizz as much as he though Fizz hated him– the worse and worse he felt.
And now to see his actions laid to bear. Stolas looked so tired. Blitzo looked dejected whenever he talked about Stolas. He heard the fake disgust, the same kind of stuff Blitz said with him, whenever Blitz talked about Stolas. That "I don't really hate you, but I have to for my own sanity" kind of attitude.
Stolas put a hand on Fizz's shoulder once again, and this time, Fizz broke down completely.
He collapsed to his knees, and Stolas followed suit, rubbing Fizz's back gently while he sobbed uncontrollably on his kitchen floor.
"Fifteen years. That penny fucking, ass festering shit rag sunovabitch took fifteen motherfucking years of him from me. How could I have been so fucking stupid!?"
Without warning, Stolas gently corralled Fizz into a hug, and Fizz sobbed loudly into his shoulder. Stolas had nothing but empathy for Fizz in the moment. Blitz had this specialness about him that few Demons in hell could even hope to attain. His mind hearkened back to that magical day where it was just Blitz and himself as kids, and that first euphoric feeling of a true friend, one that was so determined to do what he wanted, and the most fun he ever had before or since. Even in one day, he could remember how unbelievably happy he was, and how near impossible, (save for the birth of Via,) that emotion was to find in the rest of his life.
He could only imagine what spending years with that could foster. Everything in his body yearned to find that out. But for now, the several minutes of inconsolable crying from Fizz would be at the forefront.
"H-He took all m-my shit and-and I was such a fucking asshole, and H-He never really hated me! I-I-I-"
"Shhhhh, it's okay, Fizz. It's okay." Stolas soothed as he tightened his embrace around the smaller imp. He hadn't known Fizzarolli much at all, save for the few passing mentions when he had his occasional tea with Ozzie, but in this moment, it just felt right to be some sort of support. It must have taken so much for Fizzarolli to open up about this, let alone to what amounted to a stranger, but he couldn't just walk away from such a visceral outburst of emotion.
It took a little while, but Stolas was happy to just sit there with Fizz crying an ocean into his shoulder. When Fizz finally got ahold of himself, it had been several minutes of just an unstoppable outburst of emotion. Fizz was exhausted and his stomach was sore from all the crying. He had grabbed fistfuls of feathers on Stolas' chest that he finally let go of, and started to compose himself a little bit.
"Better?" Stolas asked in a whispery tone. Fizz sniffled loudly and nodded with a big sigh.
"I'm sorry-"
"Don't you dare." Stolas cut Fizz off as he instinctually pressed his head back into his shoulder. "I know full well how emotions can overpower." Stolas held him for just a moment before letting go of his head. "Please, tell me why you've become so distraught."
Fizz sniffled again and wiped some tears from his eyes.
"Please, for the love of Satan, do not give him that Asmodeus crystal." Fizz pleaded, Stolas became confused.
"You mean the one your boyfriend gave me last month? I wondered why there was such a strange change of heart after he said he couldn't do it. Is there something wrong with it?" Fizz shook his head.
"No, no, it's not that. It's the premise of it. Blitz told me about the book, and how it's a "transaction" between you to do his thing on earth. Don't do it, don't cut him out of your life." Stolas' confusion grew rapidly as Fizz spoke. Was it not what Blitz wanted? The freedom to do his job without having to slut himself out for access to his book?
"I don't necessarily want to cut him out, Fizz. But I don't want to force him into such a compulsory situation. I need to stop being so selfish about-"
Fizz started laughing as he rubbed his eye.
"Satan's asshole, are you that oblivious? He loves you, Stolas."
His heart skipped a beat. Fizz snorted snot down as he wiped his eyes.
"W-What?"
Fizz looked up at him, makeup running, eyes red, and smiled as he sniffled again.
"I know that look. I know that talk. He hasn't changed a bit in fifteen years. You're just about the only thing on his mind. The book thing is just as much of an excuse to see you as it is to do his job. Don't you dare give him that fucking crystal, Stolas." Fizz gently wriggled himself out of Stolas' embrace and sat in front of him, taking his hands and holding them tightly.
"But I… I don't understand. He's been so distant from me since-"
"Since you were at Ozzie's. I know." Now it started clicking for Stolas.
"Oh."
"Yeah. I initially greenlit the crystal because I thought it meant something between you two, and he was just trying to get the business started. But when I found out about the book, and saw how he was about you and… well, he may have walked in on Ozz and I Mackin lips backstage at the Clown Pageant and looked not too pleased about it." Fizz blushed brightly on the last note. "Point is, I put it all together that the crystal wasn't what I thought it was going to be, and the guilt has been eating me away like crazy. I didn't…" Fizz began to tear up again.
"I didn't want to be the reason you two went your separate ways, especially after how accepting and happy he's been for me and Ozzie."
Stolas had no idea what to do with this information. All this time, he was convinced that Blitz just didn't feel the same way that he did. But now, not only did Blitz have feelings, but they were strong enough that Fizz thought Blitz was in love with him? Everything he knew about the situation was being thrown into question, now, and the plan he had in place no longer had any reason.
"I… I don't know what to say, Fizz. This is all so- it's all so difficult to wrap my head around."
Fizz sniffled and wiped the tears from his eyes.
"Y-Yeah, I get it. Even when he was a kid, it was hard to get a read on him. He's been fucked over a lot, Stolas. But… but I know there's something there, something really strong beneath the surface." Fizz brought himself together to crack a little smile. "He's always had a wicked poker face, so when stuff bubbles up in spite of it, it's a massive fuckin deal."
Stolas' eyes were wide, his heart racing, his stomach in a knot, his mouth absently agape. All this time his wildest desires had been right there for the taking, and he's missed it by just that much.
"Then… What do you think I should do?"
Fizz looked down for a moment to think.
"Any normal person would just need a good long talk. Blitz is anything but normal, Stolas." He looked up at stolas with seriousness in his eyes. "No, with Blitz, you have to back him into a corner and beat it out of him."
Stolas was afraid he'd say that. He gulped and exhaled shakily as he processed what Fizz was telling him.
"I don't… I don't even know how."
"You have to bite and not let go. It's going to get ugly, it's going to get loud. He's not gonna want to admit anything that will make him feel vulnerable. Just stick to it." There was a moment where Fizz looked down at Stolas' hands that were tightly gripping his own robotic appendages. He gently took one in his hand and in a tender, reassuring gesture, held it with both of his.
"I know it's scary. It's going to feel like you're losing him. But, Blitz has spent a lifetime being told his feelings don't matter, that he doesn't matter. And, I wish I could say I wasn't a part of that, but here we are." Fizz sounded utterly dejected at the last sentence, and Stolas picked up on it instantly. But, Fizz trudged on.
"Saying he matters to you, telling him your feelings, it's not going to just magically fix him. He's not going to believe it at face value. Don't let him run away from it."
Stolas took a deep breath, slowly processing everything that Fizz was telling him. There was a billion and one things racing through his mind, now. How was he going to do this? How could he finally get Blitz to open up?
"Okay. I'll do my best." Stolas replied as he got up and helped Fizzarolli to his feet. "You seem to know a lot about this, even after all the time you spent away from him."
"Yeah, well, if I had a nickel for every time I had to spend a whole night just getting him to spill when he was in a mood, I'd be richer than Mammon." Fizz said with a little eye roll and smile. Stolas couldn't help but chuckle a little, too.
"I appreciate this, Fizzarolli. Truly. This has given me renewed hope for him and I." Fizz's smile grew at that and he threw himself onto Stolas once more, this time, for a big hug.
"You have no idea how happy I am to hear that, Sir Stolas."
"Stolas is just fine, dear." Stolas responded, happily returning the big dopey hug from the little imp.
"Hehe, okay…!" They held their embrace for a brief moment, until they both heard the chime of Stolas' Grandfather clock striking the midnight hour. Stolas let go of the little imp save for a hand on his shoulder.
"Oh dear, it's gotten very late, Fizz. I think you best be getting back to Asmodeus, now. I wouldn't want him to worry about your well-being."
"Uh, well, about him." Fizz started. Stolas' hand gripped Fizz's shoulder tightly in immediate concern.
"Is everything okay? Is he alright?"
"Oh! No no, he's fine, we're fine, we're… better than fine! I was just thinking that, y'know, I'm gonna have a lot of downtime now that I'm not doing all that bullshit with Mammon and I started thinking about… y'know, him and I and maybe, I dunno, a family?" Fizz's awkwardness grew with every word, as did this furious blush on his face as the last few words trailed off into near-unintelligible babbling. He grabbed over his heart and began breathing heavily as his body swayed nervously over the thoughts in his head.
"A… A famil-"
"I wanna have his child!" Fizz blurted out, followed by nervous panting. Stolas gasped to himself.
"Fizz, I-"
"I just-!!" Fizz started before putting a hand on his mouth apologetically for cutting Stolas off, again, and whimpered. Stolas got down on one knee and smiled.
"It's okay, Fizz, go ahead."
"I… I just. Stolas, I love him so much. So so so so so fucking much. People are going to be fucking merciless to him about us being together and he couldn't care less! He's been pouring it on so heavily since the pageant, he's been affectionate and intimate and-and he's been gushing about me to anyone who'll listen." Fizz hugged himself tightly and cooed as he twisted side to side. It was like Ozzie had fallen in love with Fizz all over again, and now it didn't matter where they were, he was making it known to all of hell who was the only demon he ever loved. Stolas admired his outpour of affection as he listened quietly.
"Listen, I know this is a real fuckin hard left from what we were just talking about, but… I'll do anything for him, Stolas. How he could love me despite all… this." Fizz said as he motioned up and down to himself with his hands. "I can't- I can't shake the idea of making him a dad. If I'm going to commit to this whole "not work yourself to the bone" thing now, I want to focus on just him. I want to settle down with him. I want to- I want to make a family. But… well, I can't. Not like this, anyway. I don't… HAVE the right parts, you see? So, so I was-"
"Fizz, are you asking if I know about a way to have his spawn?" Stolas asked with concerned confusion. Fizz rubbed his arm and smiled nervously.
"W-Well, when you say it like THAT it DOES kinda sound fuckin creepy, but…" Fizz gently grabbed the bottom of his hat and began fidgeting with it, his tail coiled tightly around himself. "Ozz told me a few times that you're one of the best Sorcerers in hell. I know I have no right to ask after all the shit I've done, but I don't know what else to do. Please, Stolas."
Stolas thought for a moment, then stood up and turned.
"Come."
Fizzy's eyes went wide, and he timidly shadowed Stolas as he walked him over to his study. He wasn't expecting Stolas to immediately be onboard with this plan. Honestly? He wasn't expecting this night to go anything like it did. Stolas wasn't angry, he wasn't vindictive, he wasn't even annoyed at all his floundering and emotional outbursts. He's been nothing but kind and considerate throughout everything, despite how awful he treated him when they first crossed paths.
He saw why Blitz was so stuck on him. Kindness like that was a true rarity in hell.
Stepping in the study was like stepping into a completely different building. Bookshelves that seemed to sprawl out into infinity. Several stories adorned with elaborate railing decorations and various plants of different shapes and sizes. As they walked past the fold, a little light appeared out of nowhere and began following them wherever they went.
Fizz had never seen anything like this. This wasn't a study, this was a whole-ass LIBRARY.
"Uhh, wow. This is, uh, this is really something." Fizz remarked. Stolas smirked.
"Thank you. It's my one guilty pleasure, I suppose. I've spent many-a-night losing myself here. I don't think I've even managed to read half of these yet."
"I don't think I've read anything in a long time, heh." Fizz admitted with a bit of bashfulness. Stolas chuckled.
"I don't blame you, most haven't. I've just spent much of my life with nothing but these books. It's been a place of comfort for a long time."
There was a beat of silence from that as they walked up a staircase to a section of the library blocked off by a black metal gate.
"Whoa. What's this?" Fizz asked in awe as he gawked at the gothic-style architecture.
"A sort of personal collection of obscure books." Stolas said as he began to draw a little pattern with magic light, making it into some sort of symbol that eventually unlocked the massive gate with a click. There was also a fizzling light that seemed to dissipate as it unlocked. "Many of the books in here are one of one. Obscurities that most in hell don't even know the existence of."
Stolas slowly pushed the gate open and gestured politely for Fizzarolli to come in. With a timid step, the imp walked his way into the cordoned off section. It was as humble as the rest of the nooks in the study, but this one just felt different. Just on glances he could tell that a few of these were in languages he's never seen before. Some of them glowed, some of them barely even looked like they were books.
"I vaguely remember glancing over a text that I had acquired a little while ago that had something like what you're looking for… I just have to- ah! Here." Stolas pulled out one of the strangest looking books Fizz had ever seen. It didn't have any traditional covering, rather, it looked like a series of random strings of various sizes weaving in and out of each other that created a hard-cover. Stolas gently.dusted the book off with his hand and placed it upon the long table in the centre of the nook.
"What… IS that?" Fizzarolli asked as he looked over the Black book. It didn't have any title, only what looked to be a house seal on the front. But it wasn't any house seal he's ever seen before. It didn't even look like it was FROM hell. What's more, the Seal seemed to glow and fade slightly in a slow rhythm, and each time it did, one or more of the strap-like strings covering the hardcover would move a little, seemingly to nowhere.
“Nobody knows.” Stolas began as he gently traced his fingers down the spine of the large book. “There is no author, there's no title, and the words themselves aren't even in a language anyone thus far has been able to recognize.” He said as he opened the book up. As he did the room's lighting began to change. Outside the window, the night made way for a glorious sunrise that seemed to appear out of nowhere, bathing them both in an inescapably soothing warmth.
“It also does that, curiously.” Stolas said whilst looking through the pages, as if he barely noticed.
“Uhh… I feel like that's a bit of a big deal.” Fizz remarked as he looked outside to the sudden sunlight. It wasn't anything like the daylight in Wrath, either. The sky changed colours completely, and now was a deep blue and purple, fading to a gorgeous orange glow around the sun peeking over the city. What's more, the sun looked absolutely enormous, like it was twice as close as it usually was. “Aren't people going to freak out at the sudden sunrise?”
“No, it's only us who can see it. I had the same fear as you originally, but apparently if you open it up indoors, only the people in the house itself can see it. It's rather… calming, though.” Stolas explained as he idly sifted through the pages, trying to find the passage he was thinking of.
“Y-Yeah…” Fizz couldn't help but look on towards the rising sun, seemingly enthralled in its embrace. It felt… inviting, tender, intimate. He felt a lovely little bubbling in his belly that made him smile as it tingled throughout his midriff. He swore he could also hear some low droning sound slowly building around him.
He lost track of time in his stare, but was suddenly snapped back to reality when Stolas casually pushed his nose down to take his gaze off the sight.
“Try not to look for too long, you'll become entranced.” Stolas warned as he turned another page. Fizz blinked a couple times, the light, tender feeling that was slowly bubbling in his tummy fading away and the drone falling silent.
“H-Huh. D-Did you hear-”
“The droning sound? Yes, that happens. I had a servant tell me he felt like he was one with the entire universe when he accidentally came to see me here and I didn't notice him until I closed the book and he fell to the floor. They all know to just close the curtains when this opens up. Ah! Here we go: “The secrets of The Children of the Stars.”” Stolas waved Fizzarolli over, and Fizz timidly walked over to look at the book, seeing that all the writing was in perfect English.
“Uhh, didn't you say this was in a language nobody knew about?” Fizz asked as he looked over the passages. Stolas, without skipping a beat, closed the blinds beside them, and the words instantaneously changed into random scrawlings and symbols.
“...The fuck is this thing?”
“I have no idea.” Stolas answered, pulling the curtain back again and making the book legible again. “I wish I knew someone who did. Some of the things in here are… staggering. Anyway, this section has information on swapping sexes and the required needs to meet them.”
Fizz's tail perked up as he heard that, and he leaned in further to read with the Owl, who at this point, had sat down on the bench-like table.
“On sewing the strings of new life: Rearranging the timeline to become compatible.
If one should desire, the ritual to alter the course of reality and temporarily change the sex you were born as will allow you to become virile or fertile depending on your need. The spell will allow for planting seeds of life and carrying them to term, respectively. However, the strands of time and fate will not be combed forever, and upon delivery of new life, will return to their former order within a sunrise of the event.”
Fizz hung on every word like it was the secret to the universe. This was EXACTLY what he was looking for. The next little bit was in magic speak and Fizz had absolutely no idea what it meant, but he figured, since Stolas skipped through it, he imagined it was the spell itself, given it had rather specific diagrams of hand movements and procedures. Some of which looked… rather invasive.
“Of note: as this alters the fabric of time itself, the strands will demand a consequence of time. As such, it is… inadvisable to perform this on those who are not of infinite time, or without a sacrifice of another's time to compensate.”
Fizz's optimism fell through the floor as Stolas explained the rest.
“So… does that mean I have to be immortal to do this?”
“Either that, or you'll have to have someone to sacrifice their life to do this.” Stolas said with a hint of sympathy in his voice. Fizz sat down and put his hand on his forehead as he exhaled deeply.
“So… there's nothing else that could do it?”
“Nothing I'm aware of, Fizzarolli. I'm sorry. This spell is relatively intense as well, so it's not something I would risk without Asmodeus' express approval.” Stolas added. Fizz nodded and grunted in defeat.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Fizz felt utterly dejected. There it was, the key to what he's been literally dreaming about, the thing that's been on his mind non-stop. And of course, it couldn't come at a steeper cost.
What's worse, the cost wasn't phasing those feelings in the slightest.
“So… how do I do this?” He asked, not believing that he even asked. Stolas’ eyes widened in surprise.
“Uh… Well, first thing’s first: you're going to have to get Asmodeus to agree to this. This looks… rather uncomfortable to have performed on you.” Stolas remarked as he pointed to those diagrams that caught Fizz's eye. Bones, shifting, flesh rending, body disfiguring… it looked downright gruesome.
“I'll talk to him.” Fizz said with commanding confidence. Stolas put his hand on Fizz's shoulder. “I'll keep in contact with you and let you know what he says.” Fizz said as he put his hand on Stolas' and looked up at him with a warm smile. “Thank you so much, Stolas.
Stolas nodded, and closed the book, making the gorgeous sunrise out the window slowly fizzle away back to the gloomy night of Wrath.
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Three days had gone by like an absolute Blur for Stolas. He couldn't remember anything of what he saw, or did. All he could remember was Fizz's words on repeat, and the crystal. Via was out in class most of the day, which left him alone with his thoughts, and even when she was home, she rarely stayed around him. She had started speaking more with Blitz's daughter, Loona, and they seemed to have developed a sort of friendship. It was astonishing to him how quickly she grew up.
He wished he had the same luck, too.
Either way, It was the night of the full moon, and as if to tease him, it was out in full force, shining bright in the sky as it always had. Stolas could barely control his anxiety, it was his entire life hinging on this one conversation, one that he had been mortified to have. He held the little horse-shaped crystal on a keychain in his hands as he stared down right through it.
There were no words that he could think of, no way he felt he could even start the conversation. For the last three days, anything he thought up fell apart within seconds of thinking it. How could he ever even hope to do this? Was Fizz even right in thinking what he did?
Was he worth even finding that out?
Well, the clambering sound of Blitz climbing up his balcony said that time was up.
It was now or never.
Blitz clambered over the railing, book in his mouth, and stumbled over the balcony railing onto the balcony itself, quickly righting and dusting himself off. There was a moment where they made eye contact, and then sank a little at the same time, Stolas looking back down at his crystal gift, and Blitz looking away.
It grew deafeningly silent.
“Hey.” Blitz said dryly as he rubbed his arm nervously.
“Hey.” Stolas replied, nearly a whisper.
“I, Uhh… I got your book.” Blitz remarked as his eyes shot back up to Stolas momentarily, his tail half-heartedly lifting the book up.
“Mm. Just put it on the table, please.” Stolas requested quietly. Blitz felt a lump in his throat at just how hurt Stolas sounded, but did as requested and set the book down.
There was another long pause of complete silence.
“Stolas… look. I…” Blitz began, his shoulders sagging more as he pinched the bridge of his nose, the words sort of losing themselves for a moment. “I don't know if I can really-”
“I don't want you to.” Stolas interrupted.
Blitz looked up at him in confusion.
“You don't even know what I was gonna say.”
“I don't need to, Blitz.” Stolas said as he gave the Asmodeus crystal one last look before closing his hand around it. “We do this dance every month. And every time I just ignored the discomfort in your face. I don't want to, this time.”
Blitz felt his heartbeat getting faster, what was Stolas…
“Come again?” Blitz asserted, a lot more aggressively than he intended, but his emotions were already very shaky coming here. Stolas seemed unfazed.
“I don't want to force you into this, any more.” Stolas reaffirmed.
Yeah, this was happening. He was going to heed Fizz's words, and it was going to come from the heart.
“I'm not doing this exchange any more, not at the cost of your comfort, or your happiness.” Stolas continued as he put his hand on his Grimoire, picking it up and putting it next to him on the couch. “I don't want you to see me as the “Arrogant prince who just wants to have a good time,” any more.”
Stolas could see the fear growing on Blitz's face. Blitz could FEEL the fear sinking his gut.
“S-Stolas, what are you fucking talking about? How am I supposed to run my business without access to earth?”
“Stop lying to me, dammit!” Stolas said as he shot up, his voice getting etherial as the burst of anger caused little black flames to briefly wisp off his extremities.
Blitz flinched, his tail jolting into the air.
He stared Blitz down, and then took a deep breath to cool himself off. “Blitz, you dated Verosika. I know you know about Asmodeus crystals, and have known about them for some time.”
He opened his hand a little to let the crystal dangle from his fingers. Blitz's eyes immediately caught it.
“I had Asmodeus help me create one for you. It shall give you unlimited access to the mortal realms whenever you so fancy. No Grimoire required.” Stolas explained with his words dripping in the undertones of his frustrated anxiety. Blitz's sinking feeling was only getting heavier.
“So, what, you just want me to have this? No strings attached? You're just backing out of this deal completely!?” Blitz said with his tone gradually getting louder with each word.
“Yes, I am. And I want to know why you care so much about that.” Stolas demanded, finally cutting right into the point of the conversation.
Blitz froze up.
“...Well?” Stolas asked in a calmer tone. “If my company is so unwanted from you, then why do you care so much that I'm ending our deal? Is this not what you wanted?”
“It is what I want!” Blitz shouted back, knowing in his heart that he was lying through his teeth. “I'm just-fucking, I dunno! I'm weirded out. Why the fuck do you care!?” Blitz deflected with his arms out and his shoulders straightening.
“I care because I don't want to keep hurting you, Blitz! And I have no idea how not to because I don't know what you want from me!” Stolas explained, trying very hard to keep his tone under control and failing somewhat.
“Well, what do you want from me, Stolas!? Everything up till now has been me coming here and doing your perverted little fucking fantasies and nothing else! Forgive me if I get a little pissed off that I have to do that all the time.” Blitz felt the emotion welling up in his chest, and he hated every ounce of it.
“Are you even listening to yourself!?” Stolas asked incredulously.
“Answer me!” Blitz demanded.
“Ugh-YOU, Blitz!” Stolas confessed with his entire chest. Blitz's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he took a step back.
“I want you! I want to be something more than just a monthly task you have to complete, or a means to an end. Blitz… I've fallen for you, and it's been for more than just a little while!” Stolas' hands shook a little as he loudly confessed his feelings, and they slowly reached up to clutch his chest. Blitz could feel his heart beating out of his chest and his breath get short as a furious blush crossed his face.
“Oh, no. No, no, no don't you fucking dare!” Blitz said in panicked anger, his emotions beginning to pour out despite himself.
“Don't I dare what!? Be honest with you!? Is that not what you wanted, either!?” Stolas shouted back, his own emotions beginning to get the better of him as well.
“Don't you dare say that shit to me! You don't know fuck all about what you WANT, okay? Your horny birds dick has gone to your head a-a-and you're just confusing your emotions for your damn sexual needs, alright!?”
“I know damn well what I want, Blitz! I've never wanted someone more in my entire life!” Stolas shot back, clear, heavy emotion welling up through his chest and out his mouth.
“Fuck off! I'm leaving! I'm not gonna take this bullshit.” Blitz said as he turned to walk out to the balcony and out of this corner he was being backed into. As soon as he did, the doors, and every window shut tight as Stolas angrily waved his hand.
“No! You don't get to yell at me for wanting to end our meetings and then run away when it conveniences you! I wanted to just find a damn solution to this fucking mess and you're just going to run away like you weren't just freaking out about not coming by every month to a thing you SUPPOSEDLY hate!” Stolas yelled as he stomped his foot and curled his fingers into fists. “Stop taking me for a fool! Why do you keep telling me you want to go and then get mad when I try to let you!? What do you WANT?”
“I don't know, okay! I. don't. know what I want!” Blitz shouted as he slammed his fists on the rather tall coffee table in front of him, cracking the wood. “There! Happy!?”
“Well I do! And I've known it for months, now. I know love when I feel it, Blitz!”
“No the fuck you don't, not if you're gonna be spewing shit about having feelings for me, okay? When have YOU ever known what love feels like, anyway? You had a bitch of a wife thrown in your lap and then fucked the first thing that looked at you nice, it ain't love Stolas!” Blitz was digging his claws into the table as he dug his heels in, his voice getting raspy from all the yelling.
“Because what else could it be, Blitz!? I feel it outside of the bedroom as strongly as I do within. I think about you all the time, every day- I can't go five fucking minutes without you popping in my head like a damn disease ravaging my mind!” Stolas said as he paced with his hands on is head before turning to face Blitz once more with renewed anger.
Blitz felt his legs getting weak.
“Stolas, you can't –”
“Yes, I Can!! Yes I can, yes I can!! I do, whether you want to believe it or not, and I just want to know if you do, too! But I can't get a read on you, ever! You hate me, but you don't want me to leave. You don't want to stop our deal, but you can't stand it, what is it!?” The question knocked the bite right out of Blitz as his pupils shrunk to points and his breathing became shallower.
“Stolas– it's not that simple-”
“It is that simple, Blitz! It's a yes or it's a no, and I will not sit here being treated like a fool who can't understand his emotions whilst you keep dodging the damn question and insulting my intelligence!” Stolas asserted as he came back to the Sofa and leaned over to put his hands on the coffee table and eye up with Blitz.
“I…” Blitz could feel the anxiety throbbing in his head. Stolas wasn't backing down, and he had run out of fight, he couldn't keep up with it any more. “I can't-”
“You CAN, Blitz. Do you have feelings for me-”
“Yes! Yes, I do, alright! Of course I have fucking feelings for you!” Blitz finally blurted out as he stared Stolas down. “But I CAN'T love you, Stolas. And YOU CAN'T love me.”
Stolas' heart skipped a beat and tingles went through his entire body at Blitz's confession.
“Why not!? It's everything I want-”
“You don't know what you want!” Blitz shouted again, finding new energy.
“Yes I do, Blitz. Why is that so hard for you to understand!?” Stolas asked with desperation in his voice.
“Because!” Blitz shouted back, tears starting to bead at the corners of his eyes.
“Because what, Blitz!?”
“B-Because I'm not good for you!!” Blitz's voice got even louder, ringing quickly rising in his ears as his anxiety reached a boiling point.
“WHY, Blitz!?”
"BECAUSE EVERYTHING I LOVE FALLS APART!" Blitz screamed it at the top of his lungs, his face turning red, and the tears finally starting to come. Stolas fell as silent as the room around them, a knot twisted in his stomach.
"I was the one that fucked up Verosika, I was the one that drove my fucking sister to addiction, I was the one who blew up Fizz, I killed my fucking mother. My daughter can't stand the fucking sight of me, my employees are tired of every last motherfucking outburst of stupidity and incompetence that shits out of me at every turn, and you…"
His voice choked up as he turned his ire to the Owl in front of him, but he swallowed and continued.
"I RUINED your marriage. I EMBARRASSED you in front of all of hell at Ozzie's. I broke your heart… I broke your heart over and over and over and over again, and you want to know why you CAN'T love me? Because I'm going to tear you apart, too! And Stolas…" He wiped his tears and took a shaky, shallow breath.
"Stolas It kills me, but can live with a lot of the shit that I've done. I look in the mirror and see a fucking monster every day and it fucking tears me apart, and I deal with it. But you… if I break you, Stolas, I-I…" He made eye contact with Stolas, who was completely stunned. Blitz was crying his eyes out and heart pounding in his throat.
"I don't think I could live with myself any more." His voice was a shaky whisper as he said it.
"And the w-worst part is– the WORST part is: I can't stop myself any more, Stolas. I can't run away, I can't hold you back. I can't even pretend like I don't think about you every minute of the day. Every fucking day I'm just numb without you. You, are the one thing that makes me feel like there was some fucking point to me being put on this shitty fuckin rock. And I'm watching myself tear you apart, but I can't stop it, I can't be away from you. I-I don't know what to do! Stolas!"
He began to hyperventilate. Saying his deepest, darkest internal struggle out loud made it so much more real in his heart.
"I need you, I want you, but I can't keep hurting you! I can't keep doing it, but I can't be without you, I can't… I-I can't! Stolas… what do I do…?" His words were barely intelligible through his uncontrollable sobbing. Stolas' heart beat out of his chest and he could swear he could hear it echo between the tense beat of silence between them.
"WHAT DO I DO- MMPH!!" His loud cry for help was interrupted by Stolas running over to him and slamming his lips to Blitz's. Blitz's eyes shot open as he felt the sudden, rough display of affection, and stood there in a moment of complete shock.
But Stolas wasn't letting up, and soon Blitz found himself shutting his eyes tight and grabbing fistfuls of that damn bird's chest. He felt himself being scooped up by the much larger demon and immediately locked his legs around Stols' midriff, desperately and loudly sucking on his beak like it was the essence of life.
Stolas slammed him up against the wall, knocking over a couple paintings. He grabbed the imp by the back of his horns and moaned loudly in his mouth as his tongue desperately tried to coil as tightly as it could around its imp tongue invader.
The loud scraping of Blitz's horns making gashes in the walls cut through the silent air like a knife as Blitz pushed forcefully off the wall and made Stolas stumble back until he tripped and fell over his coffee table, landing the Imp on top of him momentarily before Stolas spun himself around and slammed Blitz firmly on the table. He dragged him across it, knocking several more things over until he was completely overtop the table with him. It was only then that he broke his kiss with Blitz and immediately pinned Blitz's arms above his head as he locked gazes with him, noses no more than an inch away, both gasping deeply.
"I. Don't. Care." Stolas snarled out.
"I don't care. I don't care. I don't care. Listen here, you fucking idiot. I'm going to say this in the only way you seem to understand: I will not spend another SECOND of this miserable eternity without you. ALL of you. All of your faults, all of your shortcomings, all of your baggage, ALL of it."
Blitz looked up at him with glowing, dilated eyes, taken aback at the overwhelming display of dominance.
"S-Stolas-"
"No! No more from you! I will not stand another moment of you thinking you're anything less than the best thing that has ever walked through that fucking door!" His voice remained low but it had a commanding snarl that shook Blitz to his absolute core.
"You know fuck all of what I've had to go through in my life. A father who never cared. A spoiled bitch who wasted twenty eight years of my fucking existence with her constant abuse. A family that hinged entirely on my daily, unforgiving anguish. Break my heart all you want, I will pick up every piece you break a million times over. It can never compare to how I've suffered, and it cannot compare to how perfectly you fill it. It can't compare to how you make it FEEL just by existing. I can't STAND the idea of spending another second without you. You showed me how real love can be. You showed me that someone out there DOES want me. I am every bit as broken as you are, Blitz, and I REFUSE to be broken without you."
Blitzo's heart couldn't take it. He couldn't fight it any more. The man he loved like nothing he's ever known was looking over him, speaking such visceral desires about him. No matter what he threw at him to keep him away, it didn't work, and he couldn't do anything else but let him in, now.
"Stolas… I'm so scared. I don't want to hurt you." He couldn't manage much more than a pathetic, high pitched whimpering, but it was met with what could only be described as the most wonderful head to head nuzzle he's ever felt. It was gentle, but dripping with affection. Now they were both crying.
"I'm afraid, too, Blitz. I'm scared of what my world will try to do to you. I'm scared of showing you the ugly sides of me. But, I'm afraid of living a life without you more. I… I love you so, so fucking much, Blitz." Blitz could feel Stolas shaking a little as the emotions began to get to him, too. He gently wriggled his hands from Stolas' pinning grasp, and cradled his face.
Those words, the words he's been both terrified to hear, and yet begging the universe to hear them.
“I love you.”
He always thought about what they'd sound like coming from Stolas. But now that he heard them, not even his wildest imaginings would do. He felt like he was going to have a heart attack from how scared, and yet euphoric he was. There was only one thing he could do, now.
"I… I love you too, Stolas.” Blitz sniffled as he cracked the most genuine smile Stolas ever saw, tears streaming like rivers down his face. He felt like he could float off into space.
He felt the gentle drops of Stolas' tears dripping on his cheeks. And those beautiful eyes smiling with his crooked little beak. He gently held his hand on that porcelain face and stared deep into those mesmerizing eyes.
“I'm begging you. Don't let me push you away any more." Stolas gently scooped his imp lover up in his arms, still looming over him over the long coffee table, and brought him close to his body, forehead to forehead.
"I'm never letting you slip from my grasp again, Blitzy. I am going to make you mine forever." Stolas whispered.
"Please…" was all Blitz could reply with before he locked lips with Stolas once more, hands grabbing fistfuls of head feathers.
His jacket came off first.
The boots got kicked across the room.
Stolas practically tore his jeans off.
He pulled his shirt and choker off in the precious seconds of breath he had between the most desperate, lust driven kisses of his life.
Stolas lost his robe somewhere between the couch and the bed.
There would be no kink play tonight, no experimenting, no roleplaying. Just two broken lovers picking up the pieces together. Blitz was going to leave a smouldering crater where Stolas' bed was, in what was his most desperate attempt to let his body express how it felt. There was no struggle from the Prince, he wanted it equally as badly. This was going to be the first time in his life that sex was going to mean more than just a means to an end, and it somehow felt more natural than anything else he had ever done.
Blitz pinned Stolas' arms to his side, to no struggle from the Prince, and eagerly grinded his enormous shaft on his belly. It ached with arousal like nothing he had ever felt before. This actually meant something. He LOVED him, and openly, too! And what's more, he had options.
Stolas' ass was Godly among those he'd spent the night with. Smooth, warm, inviting, tight. Everything he could have wanted.
Stolas, though, was avian. And he had a lovely little secret between his legs. When that (admittedly frighteningly large) dick wasn't being used, it was tucked away neatly in a little slit, a vent, if you will.
It was the most incredible feeling Blitz had ever felt before, and this seemed like as good of an occasion as any to experience that euphoria again.
For all the talking they did before, both of them, save for their moans and pants, were dead silent. There was a certain non-verbal connection between them. They both knew what the other wanted, and wouldn't dare get in the way of it.
Stolas watched as Blitz got up on his knees and pushed those big long legs to his chest. It always amused Blitz to see just how flexible such a huge demon was, and Stolas absolutely LOVED being folded and twisted at his lover's will. He loved feeling those big, strong hands controlling him, making him do what the other wanted.
It was submission to the highest order for him, and as Blitz lined his head up to his vent, his moans of appreciation would tell his lover just how much he valued his dominance.
It was a quick action. Stolas was already lubricated in there, a nice little treat for brevity’s sake. His head dipped down and with a little flex, pushed those walls open and sank inside with the most orgasmic feeling.
Stolas reared his head and loudly proclaimed his approval in a guttural moan, needing this kind of loving in the most primal way. He watched as Blitz leaned his body toward and down onto Stolas' legs the deeper he went inside, and that feeling of increasing pressure, being penetrated, and that enormous imp shaft rubbing up against his own was an otherworldly combo.
Both of them took a minute to just soak in the moment, Blitz all the way inside Stolas' vent, enjoying the radiating warmth and the lovely throbbing of his Bird lover's own shaft within, and Stolas melting into his folded position and the mutual throbbing of each other within himself. They looked at each other, and locked gazes. Both of them only had one thing on their mind, and that was each other.
Blitz began rolling his hips with commanding authority, slapping them against that soft, voluptuous ass over and over and over. Stolas moaned loudly in utter euphoria, his claws digging into the bedsheets and his head banging back against the headboard, not daring to take his eyes off his wonderful lover as he outpoured his lust into every last thrust.
Blitz's claws were like vice grips on Stolas' thighs and the weight of his thrusts put strain on his spine as he was mercilessly pounded by his Imp lover over and over again. The repeating, circulating pressure of Blitz's enormous cock bottoming out in his slit, and his own shaft swirled and frotted with his lover's as it dipped down deep inside of him in succession was cataclysmic, and it brought little explosions of pleasure that radiated deep into his loins and deeper into his gut. It was such a strange feeling, he couldn't describe it even if he tried, but if he was being honest, he preferred it.
There was some sort of enhanced intimacy to the act of it. Outside of the phenomenal, otherworldly pleasure it gave him, it was something about having him pound him whilst feeling so vulnerable, something so sensitive and close. The feeling of their crotches rubbing together with every thrust, the position, the feeling, the emotion. He could tell just how much Blitz loved it, and it made him want it even more.
Plus, it was frotting, which made him nut like nothing else ever could. And Blitz, for all the slights he had, caught one helluva break in the reproduction department.
It was thick as a pop can, its length was in the double digits, and that slight up and to the right curve scraped his fat head through every last nerve bundle that mattered. Blitz also just so happened to REALLY know how to fuckin use it, and with Stolas having such a big size advantage on him, made him the perfect size for such a titanic cock.
He could watch and feel that thick head bulging his belly from slit to just below his belly button forever. Blitz's pacing seemed absolutely perfect with every turn. It was almost like magic, he made each wave of pleasure bigger than the last, and as Blitz began picking up pace, Stolas felt that telltale sign of his own release.
It wasn't until he started feeling something sticky soaking his crotch feathers did he realize that Blitz had already cum inside of him, and was starting to literally pump his own cum out of Stolas' slit as he just kept going, not even acknowledging the fact that he just emptied those fig-sized nuts.
Their eyes locked again, and the faintest smile cracked on Blitz's face.
The next thing he felt was Blitz upending him and crawling over top of his torso.
Bewildered and confused, Stolas could only watch as Blitz pushed him into a C shape and slid his massive cock back into Stolas' slit, pile driving it down into him with complete abandon. Stolas was the first to break the lust-driven silence.
“Aa-aahh! Blitzy! Wh-what-AAHHH! AH! Ohhh fffffuck! Fuck! Blitzy please! More!” He cried out as he laid helpless to his lover's desire. He marvelled at those powerful thighs and that admittedly fantastic ass flexing with every piston of Blitz's shaft in his slit, and it was absolutely destroying him.
“H-Hah, F-Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck Stolas, you're such a tight, whiny bitch! I'm gonna keep going until you BREAK, you freaky feather duster!” He said as he readjusted a little bit, pulling his lover's ass overtop of himself a little more before he started pounding that hot slit wildly.
Stolas felt his brain short circuiting in real-time. Every single moment, every thrust of that hole-busting cock clouded his mind further with the sharp pangs of pleasure. Blitz stood straddled over his chest now with Stolas neatly folded in half, his hands pushing his legs down by the base of his thighs and his head leaning up against one of the shroud poles just to be at the right angle to pound down into that ass with devastating force.
Stolas couldn't hold back any longer, he had to let himself release, and Blitz could feel it. He could feel that slit clamping down with increased desperation.
“You're gonna fuckin blow your load, aren’t’cha, birdie? Ya fucking slut, say my fuckin name.”
Stolas felt his heart in his throat.
“O-Oh…B-Blitz…” his voice was a shaky whisper.
“Aaahh, I didn't fucking hear that at all, bitch. LOUDER.”
“B-Blitzy–Blitzyyy!! Aa-Ahhh fuck! I-I'm gonna-”
Stolas felt Blitz's tail wrap around the back of his head, grab feathers, and pull.
“When I say louder, I want the whole motherfucking block to hear it, you horny fuck. Say. My. NAME.”
That sent Stolas over the edge.
“BLITZ! F-FFFUCK! BLIIITZZ I'M CUMMING!” His voice was high pitched and wailing, his body convulsing as he felt his orgasm tear through it violently.
What wasn't stopped by Blitz's crotch and stomach erupted into the air like a geyser. A virile mix of Imp and Goetia cum spewing out in rhythmic ropes that were accented with the pathetic, whimpering mewls of the submissive bird still being mercilessly fucked in the cockslit by his Imp lover. It was so unbelievably cathartic, so relieving, so freeing to feel himself lose his mind to the man he loved so dearly.
But it wasn't enough, and they both knew that.
Blitz spun himself around in a circle, cock still inside his birdie, and somehow managed to get his legs beneath his folded in half lover. Stolas gasped loudly and whined even louder as the imp used his own weight to pound himself down that hot, clenching bird vent.
It was going right to both of their heads, this language they spoke many, many times before. This time, however, both knew this meant more. Their eyes could lock in this position, and they didn't dare leave each other's gaze. It somehow felt less vulnerable than their argument just a moment ago, and it was one they both happily welcomed. They both watched the blush cross their faces, the smiles creeping up in the corners of their respective mouths. Blitz felt something else creeping up as well, and this one was going to be strong. There was a certain ache he felt when he knew that his balls were gonna empty real hard and right from the get-go, and from minute one in this position he could feel it.
Stolas was completely lost in it at this point, clawing helplessly at the bed and hooting in desperate pleasure as his legs wrapped tightly around his commanding imp lover, enduring minute after minute of his relentless pounding. The bewildering feeling of slit fucking was so overwhelming to him, and soon his own orgasm was fast approaching yet again.
But Blitz would get there first, and with cataclysmic results.
Blitz's grunts became raspy and snarling as his pace picked up for a couple dozen thrusts before slamming down and erupting like a firehose into Stolas' vent. His eyes crossed and rolled back as his tongue fell out of his mouth. His claws grabbed feathers and tugged as his feet left the ground and let him put his whole weight on his ejaculation.
That finally gave Stolas the opportunity to lay himself out a bit more and let Blitz lay limp up his belly as his hips shuffled a little with ropes of his nut still sputtering out of his tip.
They both panted furiously for a moment in bliss, before locking eyes once more and agreeing to continue.
Stolas flipped Blitz onto his back and had him lay down, it was his turn to lay back and enjoy.
He straddled his Imp's waist and leaned in so his shaft could easily slide back into his vent and ride him enthusiastically. He was almost there as is, and he could tell that not only he, but Blitz was nearing his limits with just how full throttle this was, but he couldn't stop himself from going whole hog on it.
Stolas leaned in and stared deep into Blitz's eyes momentarily as he rode his shaft, and then locked lips with him for the rest of the trip.
They panted deeply into each other's mouths and washed each other in hot, horny breath over and over as the riding showed no signs of slowing down. Blitz got caught on the downslope and immediately felt his high rising back up for a third time.
And this time, it was gonna be right with Stolas', it seemed.
Blitz could feel that familiar clench as Stolas' ass sat right down and he began furiously rolling his hips with Blitz balls deep in him. The residual load from the previous cumshots was still ozzing as both boys began to main louder together.
And with one final firm bounce on Blitz's dick, both boys emptied themselves together, soaking each others' crotches in a mix of their cum. Blitz's stomach ached with this final release, Stolas' crotch and belly ached from the constant battering of a what was a few hours of full-throttle sex.
They both rested their in their final afterglow of the evening, sweating profusely and absolutely exhausted from the non-stop banging.
Stolas eventually flopped to the side and laid down as Blitz's shaft slid out of him, letting the backup of seed ooze out his slit. His body was quickly shutting down for the night, and he could barely muster up the strength to pull Blitz in for the night.
Blitz was also completely gassed. Three leg-wobbling nuts in a row was not what he expected tonight, much less what lead to it, but he was too tired to even pretend to protest. Stolas' feathers were so soft, and he smelled so sweet. It was like his body exuded perfume when they fucked, it was such a strange yet wonderfully welcome thing that he loved so much.
Love.
He Loved Stolas.
He loved Stolas so much. The confession made him feel so unbelievably light, as if the weight of hell itself was lifted off his shoulders. It may had been the euphoria of post-sex dopamine, but the constant guilt he always felt was nowhere to be found, at least for now.
And that made him unbelievably tired.
He didn't know if Stolas was asleep yet, he was overheating in those feathers and entangled in his warmth, but he couldn't care less, and neither could his body.
For tonight, he would sleep happy, knowing that Stolas truly wanted him, and that he could, for now, have that all to himself.
He closed his eyes, settled into his owl, and quickly fell asleep.
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Stolas awoke first as a ray of light from the window crept through the curtains and hit his face. He was first greeted by his sore loins and belly, making him groan quietly.
He was then greated by a slowly shifting mass in his arms.
It was Blitz, and he was still sleeping.
He just stared in complete disbelief. He had never woken up with Blitz before. Usually he'd be gone in the morning before Stolas awoke to be off to work, or just to be gone before they woke up. But this time, he was here, and he looked so peaceful sleeping in his arms.
There was a moment of uncertainty, he had never cuddled through the night with anyone before, and he wasn't entirely sure of the etiquette of waking up first, but they had fumbled their way through last night, so why not keep it up?
Besides, Blitz was cute while he slept. He only ever got to admire it on the handful of times he fell asleep first, but it was always a lovely treat. Especially now, where he was cuddling in his feathers and all entangled with him. For such a loud, in your face personality, he was certainly a quiet little sleeper, not to mention rather cuddly.
He could definitely see himself enjoying this more often, and he hoped that he would be able to more. But, he knew it depended on what happened now. Blitz now slept on last night, and as raw and impassioned as it was, he wasn't foolish enough to expect this to fix itself in one night.
Blitz eventually stirred awake, his throat sore from yelling, his legs sore from fucking, and a face full of soft owl feathers. His legs had become entangled with Stolas' at some point during the night, and he could feel all those wonderfully soft feathers hugging the whole front of his body, while those long arms held him in close.
It was the safest he had ever felt waking up in his life, and if it weren't for the immediate guilt washing over him, he would be enjoying it more.
“You're awake.” Stolas finally said softly, breaking the silence.
“Yeah.” Blitz said quietly, his voice somewhat raspy. He curled up a little tighter in those warm feathers. There was another long moment of silence before either of them spoke.
“Blitz… listen, I-”
“I'm sorry, Stolas.” Blitz interrupted.
“Sorry?” Stolas asked as he gently. Blitz couldn't bear to look at him, and his his face into those soft chest feathers more.
“I'm sorry I'm like this. I'm sorry I keep telling you one thing and doing another. I'm sorry I keep pushing you away. I… I want to get closer, but I'm so terrified. I'm scared of hurting you, I'm scared of ruining more lives. But… fuck.”
He was crying again, and he felt like such a loser. But, this time, Stolas was there, and he hugged him tighter. He gasped quietly in surprise, and despite his better judgement, clung to Stolas as tightly as he could.
“I'm scared of me, Stols. I'm a fucking monster. Every bone in my body is telling me to run away, so you don't see how bad I am on the inside. But, I don't want to. I don't deserve you.”
“You are anything but a monster, Blitz.” Stolas responded gently. Blitz looked up at him from through his chest fluff with red, teary eyes in genuine surprise.
“I've watched you brave the surface to help me find my daughter, after I hurt you at Ozzie's. I watch you stand up to a deadly sin to defend your employees. I've watched you put yourself in front of those you love to protect them time and time again. You're willing to sacrifice yourself without a second thought to protect the ones you love, me included.” Blitz's eyes widened more at that. Stolas smiled.
“Moxxie told me some of what happened at the harvest Moon festival when he and Millie rushed me to the hospital. I owe you my life. Monsters don't do that, Blitz, great demons do. I just wish… I just wish you'd stop being so cruel to yourself.” Stolas said softly whilst squeezing Blitz a little. Blitz had never thought much about any of that. To him it was just the thing he should do, and he never made such a big deal about it.
“I'm going to hurt you, Stolas. I know I will.” Blitz said even more softly, tears dripping down his face.
“I know you are, Blitz. It's what makes us individuals. I'd wager I'm going to hurt you too. We both have so much of our pasts creating who we are through pain, it's bound to clash, eventually. But nothing, nothing hurts more than not having you, Blitz. And that much I promise.”
Stolas' words felt like a warm blanket wrapping his whole body tightly. He truly meant this. Stolas wanted this as badly as he did, despite all the alarms going off in his head. Months of throwing the worst of who he was at Stolas and he was still as besmitten as ever. There was no going back, and he didn't want to.
“I'm sorry I pushed you so hard, dearest.” Stolas said with a bit of sombreness.
“Don't. I needed it. I was going to fuck off and convince myself you were lying. It's… it's hard to believe that anyone would actually like me, let alone love me.” Blitz said as he wiped away his tears and finally looked up at Stolas, who was smiling so sweetly at him.
“Frankly, Blitz, I've been finding out the last few months that it's rather hard NOT to love you.” Stolas said as he gently cupped Blitz's face with his hand. Blitz, hearing something like that, leaned into it and purred, a bright blush appearing on his cheeks. Stolas could've swore the butterflies in his stomach would carry him away at any moment.
“Please don't let me run away from you. I want this, no matter what I say. Please…” Blitz pleaded with him, his voice barely audible by the end of his plea. He felt so unbelievably vulnerable, he wasn't used to opening his heart to someone like this. But, with Stolas, it didn't just feel right, it was comforting, cathartic beyond anything he's ever felt.
“I won't let you go, Blitzy, not this time. You're all mine, and there's nothing you can do to stop that.” Stolas said in a gentle, yet commanding reassurance. Blitz couldn't help but smile and bury himself in Stolas' ultra soft chest plumage. Stolas squeezed him tightly before leaning his head in and gently locking lips with an eager Blitz, who hummed softly into his mouth. For a long moment, they just enjoyed each other's intimacy, their taste, their desire. As they broke it, they pressed their noses together and just rested in each other's auras, happy to finally be something more together.
“I love you, Stolas.”
“I love you, too, Blitz.”