You Know I Dont Get Homoerotically Pinned To The Wall Nearly Enough

You know i dont get homoerotically pinned to the wall nearly enough

okay but is Blitzo in love with Moxxie?

"Are you like, are you not?" Blitz asked, maybe more than a little incredulous. He'd been cleaning a rifle, but he set the pieces down now, folded his arms, and looked at the Sinner. "And hey, don't run. I'm not mad. I'm just disappointed.

"Have you seen Moxxie? Cause that fuckin' guy is the most handsome imp I've ever seen. No offense to Fizz, but Moxxie's got that certain somethin' that just, you know. Moxxie's hot as fuck and he's got a heart of gold to back it up. Plus, if he wants to, he can take you out from like, way more than ten yards," counting the big numbers wasn't really Blitz's strong suit, "and you'll never even know you were targeted til it's way too late. So. You tell me, bucko:

"What's not to love about a handsome guy who survived with his heart intact, against all odds, will always have someone's back, respects himself, and knows how to make actual like, good choices? Moxxie's a babe and a half, and you gotta be stickin' your head in the sand if you don't see it."

[re: @moxxietude, of course]

Blitz heard him out, although his eyes got progressively wider for a bit there, before he realized that maybe, maybe his baby had been up too late and needed to think about something other than movies. So, Blitz scooped Moxxie up into his arms and carried him over to the couch. With Millie out of town this weekend, Blitz had invited him to come stay at his place. They could watch movies, eat snacks, and generally just have a fun time... but for now, he just wrapped him up in a blanket, making a Moxxie burrito, then snuggled him close.

"I don't know if the food from earlier made you crazy, or if you're just tired, but," Blitz gently closed his teeth around one of Moxxie's horns and gave a long, slow sigh before letting go and nuzzling his hair. "I kinda think you need to sleep, bud. You want me to put the cat channel on? With all of those videos of like birds and mice and stuff? And hey, listen. If you're an alien? As long as you're still you, I love you, fucker. Wherever you came from. You're still my Moxxie." Another loving bite to the horn, another nuzzle to his hair. "And if any aliens come and try to take you away? Not fucking happening. I'll Not Without My Daughter those bitches so hard."

@doublejango

"No, no nothing like that! I've just been thinking about this a lot for some reason. Like...the ending. I always figured, one or the other is the Thing now, right? Well, now I'm starting to think both are the alien! And the assimilation process is so good and so perfect that the alien knows sinner paranoia too. So they really are looking at one another and paranoid the other is the alien. So it's become...alien infects mankind. To paranoia infects alien..." Moxxie freezes. "Because now they've forgotten they're even the alien. So it'd be possible to be the Thing and have forgotten about it..."

Moxxie staring off into space with a haunted look.

"I'll pick you up," Blitz agreed, unable to help but be so deeply charmed by Chaz that it almost hurt. "Give me your address?" And once he had it saved in his phone, Blitz leaned over the counter and kissed the shark on the cheek before whispering into his ear, "Don't worry so much, Chaz. I got you. Nothing's going to happen to you."

And nothing would. As long as they were together, Blitz would have his friend's back--even if it meant he had to defend him against Moxxie and Millie. But Blitz was an optimist, and he believed in his friends. Even if M&M showed up, even if they crashed the hangout, Blitz had faith that they would hear Chaz out, that they would give him the chance to atone. Everyone deserved that much, and those two were some of the best people the assassin knew. Those would would hear Chaz out.

Probably.

Demetri tugged on Blitz's sleeve and smiled apologetically to Chaz. Blitz gave the shark a sheepish 'what can you do?' smile and let the incubus lead him away.

-

Once they were alone in his place, Blitz shoved Demetri up against the wall, kissed him with all the passion he knew this man had wanted from him once upon a time, and almost wept when he felt the way Demetri melted. Demetrl whimpered in relief, in need, and wrapped his arms around Blitz, and Blitz did everything he could, everything he could, to make it up to him, to try and heal that old wound...

But when it was over, when they were curled up in bed together and Blitz was tracing his claws feather-lightly over a much more recent wound (Demetri kept it wrapped in bandages, but Blitz knew what was under there), it was Chaz that they both immediately spoke of.

"He's a good man," Demetri said, his lips brushing against Blitz's shoulder.

"Chaz?"

"Mmhmm. Give him a chance. A fair chance. I see him all the time at Ozzie's, and I promise, Blitz. He's a good man. I can tell sometimes, feel it, when people--have scars, wounds they carry in their hearts or souls. When maybe they haven't had the chances others have had, to be happy. He has that now, with Ozzie. But when you knew him before? Just... be good to him. Promise me?"

Blitz closed his eyes and pressed his face under Demetri's chin. "I promise," he whispered.

-

And so the next day, when Blitz showed up to pick their beloved shark up, he was on time. He was dressed nicely. He came bearing gifts--a bottle of non-acidic water Blitz had gone out and smuggled in from Earth that morning since he knew what a rarity it was in Hell, and a bag of tasty takeout.

He grinned when he saw Chaz, opened the door for him--

And there, on the passenger seat, next to the water and the food, was the jacket. Cleaned. Pristine.

"All yours, man. Are you--you sure you still wanna come? Cause if you just wanna take the jacket and lunch and go about your day, you can. I just, you know. I'd like to spend more time with you. But only if you're actually, if you're-- you know. Comfortable with it."

Chaz awkwardly scratched his neck, feeling very embarrassed and shameful about it all "Yeah guess I didn't leave you much choice, aaaannd about that... I kinda fucked one mob guy well enough so he made a fake jaw cause he has a friend who knows how to smith, bought me enough time to get out of there thank Leviathan. He's probably noticed it's a fake by now but now Im with Ozz, who's aware of that whole shtick so I'm... mostly safe now." Chaz shrugs awkwardly before honestly blushing at hearing Blitz say he's glad he's not dead or maimed, like that's something so strange. "G-Geez Blitz your gonna make me blush, thanks..." He said, watching the exchange between the two with just a hint of sadness on his face, before blushing even deeper at the proposition from Demetri, blinking in surprise, chuckling before leaning in closer to Incubus.

"Heheh so now you wanna pick all this up when I seem like a package deal with Dickzy Blitzy, should I be offended or impressed you have such high wants for what you want to bring back to your bed~ CauseI can least say Blitz is a stud under all that~" Chaz teased with a grin, winking at Blitz as he wiggled his hips and swayed his tail, even now he enjoyed bantering with Demetri, even if the proposition did sound nice.

He looked over at Blitz as he spoke, not even seeming dissappointed as Blitz asked for a raincheck, smiling a bit when he asked him to text when the shark could manage, and even wider at the question "U-Uh Yeah I can be free! Not a great shot myself but sounds fun, which... uh ring is it in? Unless you want to pick me up, which I can tell you my adress, just... Don't tell Moxxie or Millie, I'm afraid they'd break down our door..." Chaz admitted awkwardly at the end, honestly fearful of his ex girlfriend in particular still. but shrugging it off, looking to Blitz with a smile still, clearly happy to be asked out for an outing with the Imp.

Blitz heard Moxxie come in. He heard him walk in, heard his steps, heard him greet Loona, heard him start changing the coffee, but he couldn't move. He stayed at his desk, hidden away behind a mostly-closed door, with his head in his hands. A statue. Carved by grief and pain, he couldn't move. He didn't remember how to. Because Moxxie hadn't been there when Millie took that hit--

But Blitz had.

He'd been there. He had tried. He had tried to get to her, to get in between them--but it wasn't enough. The bullet had passed clean through Blitz and directly into Millie. He hadn't pushed her out of harm's way fast enough. He hadn't been strong enough to protect her. He was almost healed--Blitz always bounced back from injuries quickly--and healing felt like a betrayal of her. A betrayal of everything. He was alive and doing well, and Millie was gone. Millie was gone. Millie was gone.

Suddenly, he could move again.

Blitz hugged himself tightly and bent over further, stifling a sob. He couldn't start crying again. He couldn't. If he started crying again now, he would never fucking stop, and Moxxie deserved better than that. Moxxie needed better, needed more--needed him. So although Blitz wasn't sure how any of them were going to make it through the next five fucking minutes, he fought that sob back and pushed himself to his feet. It took a moment to gather himself, to try and put his smile on, but he managed it. If his eyes were haunted when he walked out there, well, so be it. He couldn't change that.

But he still smiled when he saw Moxxie, and he went over to clasp his shoulder.

"Hey, Mox." The words came out gentler than Blitz had intended. He had meant to be boisterous and rambunctious, but instead he just sounded kind. And kindness, he knew, was often a mistake when one was grieving, because kindness could break the dam again, could shatter whatever thin veneer of self-control one was hiding behind. So, he hastened to add, "You ready to kick some ass today? I got a big contract for us to tackle if you're up to it. Long as you're not obsessing over that Cats musical again these days and getting all distracted, you and me are gonna have a great time! Killing, maiming, getting paid! Living the sweet life!"

He felt like a monster, an absolute fucking monster, for putting on this act, but what could he do? It seemed like it was what Moxxie needed, and Blitz owed him.

He owed him everything.

Fuck, he owed him everything and more.

I let her die. I got her killed. I ruined his life. I took Millie. His heart was going to turn into a black and broken thing, but he would keep up a strong, energetic front for Moxxie as long as he could, whatever it took.

@doublejango

Moxxie trudged through the grimy streets of Hell, his hooves making soft, dull clicks against the cobblestones. His head throbbed—no, pounded—with the lingering effects of last night’s binge, and his heart ached with a pain far worse than any hangover could inflict. Six days. It had only been six days since Millie…since she was taken from him.

His wife, his anchor, the one who could always pull him out of the darkest pits, was gone. Her laughter, her fierce love, all of it snatched away too soon. Moxxie had barely processed it, let alone figured out how to live without her. And he hadn’t been there. No, he had been watching Prince Stolas because his fucking boss couldn’t find the balls to face him himself and make up. At least Millis had hung on long enough for him to say goodbye.

Moxxie stopped in front of the I.M.P. office and stared at the familiar doorway, the peeling red paint on the sign, the broken window they'd been meaning to fix for weeks. A hollow ache tugged at him, an emptiness that nothing could fill. His mind flashed to Millie’s smile, the way she’d kiss him on the cheek before a mission, her strength always so much greater than his.

A shuddering breath escaped him as he steeled himself. He ran a hand over his face, the bags under his eyes from nights spent staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, adjusted his tie. Even hungover, even broken, Moxxie knew he had to keep up appearances. Millie would’ve wanted that.

Stepping inside, the familiar scent of sulfur and cheap coffee filled his senses. Loona was in her usual spot behind the front desk, scrolling through her phone, barely acknowledging his presence. “Morning.” He tried anyway as he began making better coffee for them to enjoy.

"You don't have to apologize, Fizz. I get it. And maybe I didn't get it for way too long, but I do now. Love is fucking terrifying. Life is terrifying. But if we... if we get really lucky, and go through it with good people?" He looked up, meeting his friend's eyes, and smiled. "Maybe it's not so bad. And yeah, fucker, I mean you, you are Good People." Tears trickled out the corner of his eyes, but he was still smiling. And, after another moment, Blitz just curled up in Fizz's lap and closed his eyes.

Safe. Home. Happy.

He wrapped his arms around his friend's hips and cried for a few minutes, unable to hold it in anymore. Unable to pretend any of this away, to pretend that he wasn't broken, that he didn't need this, need to break like this. Blitz had meant what he said to Verosika, about not wanting to stay the way he was, not wanting to me some mindless, heartless idiot who hurt people... but that didn't ease any of the pain. Not at all. Seeing how many people loathed him and genuinely wanted him dead... It was a wake-up call. A brutal one, but a wakeup call nonetheless.

When he had cried himself out, he wiped his eyes and looked up again, but stayed curled up on his friend. "So. Uh. Sorry. Apparently it was time to break for a little bit. Uh. You said something about a shipment of sex toys going missing, huh? Definitely sounds like some independent quality control assessments. Who can blame 'em?" His smile was small but warm, adoring and grateful. "So what do you guys do about it? Do you have a Loss Prevention team who track the toys down to make sure people don't get off without paying?"

Fizz didn't mind. If anything it felt a bit of a role reversal from when they were younger. He would be the last to judge Blitz. He went through a lot the last few years - not that he really gotten to tell Blitz.

" Nah, not exactly that " he wasn't going into depth about this: BLitz felt terrible enough as is. And it didn't really matter in the long run anymore.

"There is no shame in crying, yknow that right? And don't come with 'man don't cry. That is bullshit" He rubbed Blitz back lightly. In the end, it was up to Blitz to decide or not. The jester just wanted him to know he was in a safe space.

The jester snorted " hey, I thought I was the clown here" they nudged Blitz's shoulder, not sure how to react to this compliment. Was it a compliment? Fizz isn't sure.

"ohh never took you for the gossip guy ~" Fizz grinned " I got plenty of tea - like, recently some of the shipments have gone missing buuuuut the question is, did they go up missing or yknow " eyebrow wiggle " Somone wanted to have some special fun time ~ " the jester cackled as he leaned back, playing with the tip of Blitz's tail between his fingers, carefully not to hurt him. " You ever seen these videos of women getting entitled as shit? As if the world owes them? Had to deal with such a sourpuss at Ozzie's recently - shouting out our servants and dancer 'cause apparently, she didn't like how her..I don't know, boyfriend, fiance or whatever - was looking at them " FIzz rolled his eyes " Like bitch, we don't care, what we care about is you ruining the mood for everyone. And then she had the audacity to shout at me when I called her on her bullshit." Fizz gave a hum " Besides that shit? Pretty swell. I'm not working for Mam anymore. It's like the weight of my shoulders. Oz seems far more relaxed now, but still wants us to take a vacation" Fizz shakes his head with a chuckle " He worried a lot, too much if you ask me, but guess he had a point..."

"...Blitz..I'm sorry for not listing to you as you tried to call me on this crap..I know..I just...was to scared to face it"