For @moonlightsdew -- Okay, This Is Probably Going To End In Tears, Buuuuut... Starter For Adam! Because

for @moonlightsdew -- okay, this is probably going to end in tears, buuuuut... starter for Adam! Because Adam and Blitzo? What could possibly go wrong!

After a thoroughly shitty week at I.M.P, Blitzo was done. He was done, he was cranky, and while he probably could just go hide at home, drink, and not worry about anything, he wasn't in the mood for that. (Anymore. He had definitely gotten a start on the booze and, unfortunately, didn't let anyone know he was going out). Why worry? Everything was garbage. Life was pointless when you were just born to be an evil waste of space, and Stolas didn't love him, and Fizzie was so strong and good but not by choice, and Moxxie and Millie were just too precious for Hell and--

Why sit at home and cry when you could go out on the streets and cause problems on purpose?

Which was exactly what he was doing. But after picking a series of fights, he knew he was too sober: he won the fights and was able to walk away. He definitely needed to find some shitty little dark hole to hide in where he could get drunk enough to get his ass kicked, because this wasn't working. So, a little bruised and battered but unfortunately no worse for the wear, feeling bitchy and pissy and sorry for himself, Blitzo stalked into a sad little drinking den. Definitely not a speakeasy--those tended to have some level of class--this was the kind of place one never took their friends to, and sure as fuck didn't admit to knowing about--a place for losers and monsters.

And right now, he felt like both.

After getting a shot of some crappy liquor claiming to 'taste just like Valentino's Venom!', because who didn't want to suck moth face, the imp went over to one of the two sticky, cramped, pathetic little booths in the corner. There was another guy there, someone just radiating leave-me-alone energy, or so Blitzo interpreted him... which meant he absolutely had to fuck with him.

"You look like you suck," he said, sliding in to sit across from Adam. Er, attempting to slide. "Fuck, why are these seats so sticky?"

Blitzo swished his tail back and forth a bit when Fizz patted his back. It was nice, that kind of friendly contact--or, well, any contact from Fizz. Every time his old friend even looked at him with anything less than hatred, it made some cold little tight ball of something inside Blitzo ease up a bit. Maybe that made him pathetic, maybe he shouldn't be so eager to share their lives again. Blitzo knew he was the worst at friends--always has been, as the scars on his own body showed. As the remains of Fizzarolli's body showed.

"Sorry. I uh, didn't think that one through. At all. But the sparklers are pretty, right?" Still, he ground the sparkler out under the heel of his boot, then flicked his tail against Fizz's leg. Trying to act casual, trying to act like they could just be adults around each other, like they didn't have a past that tore them both to pieces. "How've you been, anyway? You and Ozzy, everything's going well? He treats you better than Mammon did, right? None of that body shaming crap Mammon tried to pull with you?"

Fuck. Damn it. Why did he mention Fizz's body? The guy had more scars than skin. Foot. In. Mouth. Blitzo hung his head a bit and kicked at the ground, frowning. "Not that it's any of my business, really. Guess I just. You know. Miss you."

@doublejango said: "How about I blow you a kiss while also tossing you a lit firework you can dance with to make swirly lights and fire and... uh. Alright. I'm starting to see the flaws in this plan."

"If this is your idea of flirting or some shit it's a god awful plan. Nice try tho Blitz, you tried" he gave a pat on a back. Least he wanted to do was to get burned yet again.

for @micsmasmuses -- because we both decided we needed some pain! sorry this took me so long. I am a slowling!

Somewhere dark, somewhere forgotten-- When Blitzo awoke, he knew immediately that things weren't just fucked up, things were wrong. His head felt heavy, that was nothing new--a hangover could be worse--but the pain radiating up and down his spine was enough to nauseate him within seconds of waking. His horns felt heavy, so fucking heavy, and he could feel the plates in his skull separate when he tried to lift his head and the weight of one horn tugged, even light as it was.

Fuck.

He closed his eyes and swallowed hard against the nausea. Well, this was awful. But at least nobody else was in this shit with him, right? He was facing a rough-hewn stone wall, so he couldn't see much of wherever he was, but he didn't think he remembered being out with anyone. He'd gone to pick up some cheese for late-night snacking, and then... and then...

Ah, fuck. Who even knew? He grunted and stretched out one leg, then the other, testing to see if he could even move them and--he bumped into something. Someone. Fuck. Blitzo froze, trying to prepare himself for an attack...

But then he sniffed the air.

Oh.

Oh no.

He knew that sweet smell, that slightly crazed sugary bitterness, the combined scents of Asmodeus and Fizzarolli. His friend was here, wherever here was. And wherever here was, it wasn't good. Adrenaline working wonders for pain, Blitzo sat up awkwardly, discovering that his arms were wrapped together with a chain, harsh and tight. Fuck it, whatever. He'd deal with that later.

He looked up, but from what he could tell, they were in a pit. An actual pit, with only one way in or out--a hole in the ceiling some two or three hundred feet up. Great. Awesome.

But Fizzy didn't look like he was moving, and that mattered a hell of a lot more. Heart in his throat, head aching, dizzy, Blitzo scooted over to him.

"Fizz? Fizzie?" he nudged him with a foot. "Please don't be dead, please, please don't be dead?"

Blitzo hadn't entirely been listening as Moxxie rambled on. His eyes had gone half-closed and he'd sort of slumped over into a more comfortable--if undignified--lean. He enjoyed the sound of Moxxie's voice. Even as shrill as it could sometimes get, there was something perpetually reassuring about Moxxie. The more he babbled on, the better things usually were.

And so at that sudden mid-sentence silence? Blitzo's eyes had opened wide and he had frozen, spray paint in one hand, going just as perfectly still as Moxxie was--

Until Moxxie spat it out. A spider? Huh. Blitzo turned his face up and grinned at the spider. "Fuck, Moxxie, inside voices, huh?

"A brown recluse? Is that even an okay thing to say? Sounds a little racist if you ask me. Really, Mox, you gotta come up with better names for these things. Like, this could be a Betty. Don't you think? She looks like a Betty. Actually--yeah. I've dated a Betty. And she does look just like them." As he chatted, he reached up and took hold of the spider's silk thread, breaking it. As the spider dangled, he held the strand of silk carefully, trying not to jostle her. Easy enough to just crush a spider, but fuck. She was alive, wasn't she? Why take that away? Wasn't like they were getting paid for it, and she wasn't some awful human--just some terrifying monster, ugly to most, born into a role she didn't ask for and couldn't change.

Not that Blitzo empathized. Really. Pffff....

With more care than he usually bothered to show to anyone--at all, ever--Blitzo put the spider on one of the nearby shelves, settling her down on a coil of rope.

"There you go, pretty. Fuck off." He brushed his hands off and settled back into where he'd been sitting, then looked over at Moxxie with the kind of grin that promised he was about to be insufferable. While he could say something sincere, like "you're right, there are better games to play; we played the Truth side of Truth or Dare way too much that time we were drugged," he went with:

"I spy, with my little eye, an imp who loooooves me. Don't even deny it, Moxxie. You love me. You don't want me to get bitten by a spider. You know what? Sometimes, I think I see what Millie sees in you."

After their target went down without a hitch, it had been nice to see that the resort was full of what appeared to be harmless, happy sinners. Some maybe even future ‘winners.’ And their children. Moxxie could never bring himself to think of human children as sinners or winners. But the imps had to hide. Lest they be thrown around again or mistaken for aliens or woodland critters.

Blitzo’s words interrupted Moxxie’s introspection. He stopped clicking the fidget toy he had and pocketed it, not wanting to annoy his boss with the sound.

“A g-game? Oh, to pass the time? Right– Not a bad idea. Ha,” he kept his worries about what might be the hold up with the portal to himself. With Millie out sick today his usual emotional support anchor was not there. He had to self-regulate.

“Maybe not so much…Truth or Dare, though,” he gestured. “Don’t think there’s much we can dare each other to do in our situation anyways. Something like ‘I Spy’ or ‘Would You Rather’? You know, um. Less action –” he froze, petrified in what looked like abject terror.

The little spider lowering itself on a web just above Blitzo seemed to cause Moxxie to lock up.

“Blitz– Be Careful!! It might be a BROWN RECLUSE!” he whispered. Or attempted to whisper. It was one of those attempts that ended up making the speaker louder than their usual voice. And with Moxxie’s already boyish timbre, he was practically squeaking. He was not scampering away though, instead gesturing above Blitzo’s head frantically so Blitzo could see. With Blitzo in danger of being bit, he would not disappear. Not yet, anyways. As soon as that particular spider was gone, that was a different story. 

Blitzo had to actually fight a laugh on that one, absolutely grinning. "You know me too well, Mox. Just don't go telling any of the clients, huh? Humans are dumb little pissy bitches, but animals? Nothing wrong with them."

Right as he stopped speaking, they could hear a car driving past with two loud, angry Americans yelling at each other about something that sounded shitty and transphobic. Blitzo rolled his eyes and resisted the urge to reach for his gun. They'd already killed their mark, all they had to do was wait. Law enforcement was gone, Loona would open the portal any time now--any time now, right?--and they'd go home and this would all be over.

Still, since Moxxie had confided in him about the spiders, and he had to do something to pass the time, Blitzo got up. He thoroughly checked over a bucket, inside and out and under the lip, to make sure there weren't any spiders, then carefully cleared out one corner, brushing away any debris, making sure there was nowhere for a spider to easily creep up on Moxxie, before setting the bucket upside down for him to sit on. "I'll keep an eye on you," he promised.

And he did. If any spiders wandered towards Mox, Blitzo shooed them away. It was something to do, totally not because he cared or anything.

But as the hours passed, he started getting more grumbly. What the fuck was taking so long? It was getting dark out there, at least, so they could escape soon. But it was also getting windy. Really fuckin' windy. Hot, dry, windy, up in a pine forest. It didn't occur to Blitzo at all what might happen--not until something changed subtly about a smokey smell on the air. He'd been assuming it was campfires, but the smell of the smoke started to get a little dirtier almost. Frowning, he raised an eyebrow at Moxxie and nodded to the shed door, then let himself out.

He didn't see anything at first, but when he walked out farther...

"Holy shit, Moxxie..." Blitzo's eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The humans had gone to bed, all throughout the camp they were quiet, tucked away in their RVs and their cabins, but the forest hadn't. Sometime during the day, there must have been a spark somewhere out in that forest. Because now?

There were flames.

Not roaring. Not yet. But fire was stretching out all across the mountains. It had already cut off the road down below the camp--the only road--and it seemed to be reaching up. Crawling up the mountains, coming up towards them. Whenever the wind surged, the flames blazed hotter, moved faster. The fire wouldn't hurt them...

Blitzo's tail drooped to the ground as he just stared at this massive conflagration, stretching out all around them. A disaster in the making.

"Moxxie... What the fuck is this...?"

Moxxie had all but ducked low to the ground to paste himself as far away from the spider as possible but still not abandon Blitzo there with a terrible, poisonous monster of his nightmares. So when Blitzo’s reaction was so calm– gentle even– Moxxie could only watch in wonder for a moment, half lying on his side, curled up, blinking. But as he pulled himself up and resumed a less ‘irregular’ imp posture and watched, the stunned expression tipped into a smile at seeing Blitzo react so gently to an animal most people would have squished without a second thought. 

It took him a second to catch his breath but he had his wits back about him again. 

“...they creep me out…” he huffed, a noise like a baby goat trying to sound tough.

And then at Blitzo’s jab rolled his eyes. He wasn’t sure what was more annoying, that Blitzo seemed to think the notion would annoy Moxxie or that it was treated like a revelation. Outside of work, had they been friends without a business running together, he might have asked Blitzo why that would be such a surprise. But it was work and such a thing was meant to get under his skin, and he knew it–

“Oh yeah, well–” he thought but it only took a minute to retort, “I spy with my little eye an imp who has a soft spot for animals. Would probably even save a kitten from a tree when nobody was looking.”

"Baby," Blitz purred without missing a beat, "I know I can." He caught Ozzie's hand, turned it over, and pressed a kiss into his palm, looking up with a wink. "The only question is, how do you want to be handled? Because I can think of a few ways to... shall we say, ruin your night in the best way possible?"

This was ridiculous. Asmodeus was going to throw him out and have him banned from ever getting within a hundred feet of him again, but shit, why not try? It wasn't often that one got to be this close to the embodiment of Lust, and while Asmodeus might not be trying to use any sort of active persuasion, he certainly had an aura around him. He was appealing. There was something calming and reassuring about Ozzie, mixed in with his inherent seductive energy.

"You ever let anyone take charge with you, handsome? Job like yours, you must be stressed all the time. Tired. You ever let someone help you..." Blitz hesitated just long enough to make this both cheesy and playful, before he grinned, "relax?"

This was a dangerous line to walk, with a dangerous man, but the imp was loving every minute.

To be quite honest, he wasn't sure how to react. He's had many others flirt with him sure. But normally it took them a bit, instead of just jumping right into it. His facial expression changed, looking around as the other used his tail to twine around his leg. However, his cheeks still flushed slightly at the action. "That-That's okay, I can still refer to you as Blitz."

Besides he had a long day getting ready for this shindig. So, why not let the smaller imp flirt with him a bit? Maybe he'd even flirt back, eventually. But for now, he was just going to let the other go on about him for a second.

It wasn't his fault that others found him so attractive anyway. He was the sin of lust after all. Better of him to use his own abilities. He glances at the other a small chuckle escaping his lips. He leans down closer to the smaller demon. Using his finger to lift up his chin slightly.

"Well, thank you. You're not so bad yourself. Though do you really think that you could handle me?"