For @toranoya Continued From Here, Because St Peter Apparently Decided That Today Is The Day To Absolutely

for @toranoya continued from here, because St Peter apparently decided that today is the day to absolutely wreck Blitz's shit, and I am cackling, I love it

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"Oh, you... um..." Blitz's eyes widened and he took a small step back as Peter approached, saying those things. What had started off as something fun and ridiculous had suddenly morphed into something the imp was in no way prepared for, as a new concept crashed down upon him like a ton of bricks.

Peter watched him? Knew him? Was paying attention--to him? Why? Wasn't his job to watch over humans, people who actually had souls, whose choices meant something? Wasn't he supposed to just gatekeep the Sinners and the Winners, and not care about anything else? Wasn't that what Heaven did? The imp's eyes had somehow managed to get wider still, because the thought that anyone, anyone up top was actually paying attention not just to imps, but to him? That was breaking open a lot of things inside, cracking walls Blitz had so carefully constructed, shining light into dark places he had tried so hard to forget.

Panicking, heart breaking in ways he didn't understand, eyes burning with tears he refused to allow to fall, Blitz nonetheless managed (finally) to put on a smarmy grin, step close, and walk his fingertips slowly up Peter's chest.

"Hey, babe, if you're into watching me... Can't say I blame you. Everybody needs a little distraction now and then, and I'm good at distracting."

This was good. This was better. Better to play at filth than to admit, even to himself, that Peter's dangerous words had just lit the fuse on a kind of yearning Blitz had never known, couldn't possibly understand, and didn't possess the tools to handle. The caring of Heaven had never once been on the table for him. Caring from anyone was relatively new to him, something he was only recently letting himself begin to learn. But that question--he had to believe Peter was lying, fucking with him, that the guy really didn't know anything about his life, and definitely didn't care. Because the alternative?

The alternative might break everything.

Fuck. Why was he always so nervous about this guy? Blitz's resentment faded away as this man erased any worries that this was just about class. Eclipse was nice. Genuinely nice. There was a reason people liked him. Shit, Blitz knew a sweet incubus named Yves who was head over heels for the guy, despite having never actually spoken to him... Which, the imp thought with sudden delight, was maybe a situation he could help with.

"You know, maybe in exchange for spelling lessons, I could give you something pretty valuable... like the phone number of a guy who thinks you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, but he's shy as shit. He's been through rough times recently--I can't say what happened to him, not my story to tell--but apparently he saw you and was like, magical Disney moment, sparkling hearts in the air, absolutely entranced. We talked about you for like an hour at a club recently. I tried getting him to man up and go find you, but he's like, you know. Like I said. Shy as shit. I mean, I'll ask him first, make sure he's cool with it, but like... you've got a secret admirer out there, and he's fuckin' cute.

"How you been, anyway?" He rubbed his face against Eclipse's hand, loving that this guy understood that petting was always a good idea, and felt himself relaxing, his blood pressure just easing off down to a calm, contented place it rarely was.

Beak was curled into a very knowing smirk. Eclipse knew he looked good, and he could see that moment of his tease getting to Blitz. He might be quick to hide it, but he saw right through that mask.

"Oh Blitz, you know you can just call me sexy." Though he did enjoy being called handsome. Resisting the urge to caress the imp's cheek as part of this little play. "Oh yes, that. I've seen how poorly you write. And your texts...from what I know, you grew up in the circus? So it makes sense for you to not have been properly educated."

A wing wrapped around Blitz as he was leaned on, not exactly cuddling, more a sign of comfort. Frowning a bit as he stepped away. "The offer was genuine. That kind of thing isn't a secret, so it's not like I'd be breaking the rules of my house by teaching you. And I have plenty of free time since my shadows do most of my work for me."

He reached out to rest his touch against their chin, smiling down at him. "I'm your friend, and I want to help. Just because I'm a Goetia, doesn't mean I think worse of you because of your upbringing." This coming from a Goetia who's looked down on by the others because of his upbringing.

"If you do well, I'll reward you with that whole...you holding something other than a pen, thing."

This had been an act, but it suddenly wasn't anymore; contact with his lover's body, the way she touched him back, the way she licked his throat, that beautiful sensuality in her voice? Blitz had no immunity against any of those things--no immunity against Visage. He adored this woman, and his body had no defenses against her; whenever she wanted to play him like an instrument, she could. Always. He swallowed hard, shivering a little as she got to him, as the arousal hit harder than he had been prepared for.

"All Daddy wants is you, babygirl," he whispered, the base of his spines already thickening against her touch. Blitz usually hated when people took the liberty of touching him there, but not Vizzy. Not Vizzy. When she did it, he loved it. When she did it, he was hers. No, she could touch him anywhere, any way she wanted to, and it always felt safe, like home--

Except, right now? It felt like one more thing, one terrifying thing.

It felt like they were flirting with the idea of one last time. Blitz was good at recognizing that. He'd been the one instigating it all too often. He had been the one preparing to say goodbye so many times. He knew the signs. He knew the little ways it changed things. He knew too much about it--and he knew it was happening now. But that was the point of all of this, wasn't it? They were standing on the edge of an abyss, and if she jumped, thinking she could dive down into that darkness alone? Blitz was going with her.

Until then, he had to act, to play the part.

It helped that she all but lit his body on fire.

"Maybe we got each other figured out," he replied, voice lower and rougher for her, heated by her, darker for her.

Meeting her eyes boldly, he took both of her wrists and gripped them tight in one hand, holding them down between their bodies; the imp's hands and forearms had a vise-like strength, and so although he was always gentle with her--unless there were times she wanted to be bruised--she might as well be manacled right now.

"Tonight..."

Without so much as looking away from her eyes to even pretend at being civilized, without a hint of shame, Blitz slid a hand inside her clothing, between her legs--up against her warmth. Mindful of his claws--always, always so damn careful with them--he caressed the pads of his fingers against her, gentle and patient, familiar.

"Text me when you finish your work. Then get changed into something you don't mind me ruining. Don't worry about what you'll put on after, I'll have something for you." Attentive little circles, Satan what he wouldn't give to be doing this with his tongue right now instead. "I'll send you an address. You show up exactly where the text says, kneel, and wait. It won't take long. When I show up? You will be mine. You'll do whatever I ask. You won't have to think. You won't have to feel." Blitz kissed her throat, but then bit it, holding it between his sharp fangs--the pressure not quite enough to break the skin, but damn close. He only held on for a moment before he let go and kissed again, softer kisses, everywhere he knew a fang had threatened to pierce.

He loved this woman. Fuck, he loved this woman. He wanted to make sweet, passionate, goddamned vanilla love to her--but that wasn't what she needed. At all. And so until it was? Blitz was going to be her imp, to be whatever it took for her to not need to run.

"You will do whatever I ask you to do, because you know you need to be punished. You've been a brat, and Daddy can't let you get away with that. There will be pain--impact play, some of it will sting--but you won't be injured. You'll be safe. And afterwards? Babygirl, after, I will hold you down and fuck you from behind until you don't want to think anymore, until your legs are jelly, until there's nothing but a slick mess between your thighs, until you're shaking.

"No romance. No thinking. Nothing but fucking 'til we're both all better, even if it hurts.

"Say yes, Daddy. Then kiss me, shove me away, and I'll go--and I'll look forward to that text, babygirl."

Confused emotions bounced like ping-pong balls inside the Overlord's mind, flitting from confusion to anger, flashes of masochistic desire, heartfelt longing, then pivoting to guilt before the crazed cycle began anew. It felt like only Blitz could coax this level of insanity from the depths of her truest self, and that grim realization felt even more damning when she knew just how badly she wanted him to stay. Needed him to challenge her rejections, to pursue her regardless of how far she tried to run. But in that moment...? She was tired. Visage didn't have the strength left in her to run anymore tonight. And, if he was going to give her such an easy excuse to stay, would it really be so wrong...? Another night she would muster the courage to get away and end this before it went too far. For now, she could pretend everything was still uncomplicated and free. One last time. Something dark and familiar swept over those luminous silver eyes as she stared back at him, one of her hands sliding up under the back of his shirt in response to that slithering tail, to caress across scarred crimson skin until the tips of her claws teased at the base of his spines. "Damn..." the hellhound murmured, tone low and sultry, barely audible over the crowds and the pulsing beats. "...Got me figured out, mm...? Whatever Daddy wants, he'll get." The she-wolf's head dipped low as the flat of her tongue dragged hard up the side of Blitz's neck, tracing the line of his pulse in one long lick. Surely there wasn't any harm in getting him even more riled up while he had to wait for her, right...? If this was going to be their final hurrah, she'd best make sure it was a damned good one.

As Blitz listened to him, he sat down next to him. The mattress felt so familiar, but at the same time, it felt like they had never been here before. And they hadn't, not really. He looked down at the bedspread for while, needing to look away if he was going to fully take the words in. Frowning a little, Blitz nodded along at several points; the things Stolas asked for, not just the way he asked, but the things themselves, said so much about how badly Blitz had wounded him. And not just Blitz, but damn near everyone else in Stolas's life, the imp thought.

When his beloved fell quiet, Blitz looked up and studied his face, unable to miss the fear--to miss how much courage Stolas was showing right now, with all of this. He was quiet for a moment, then offered Stolas one of his hands, and laid his tail up against his back--strong enough for Stolas to lean back on if he needed to, another way of holding him.

"You are the only one I want. And I don't want to be a convenient way for you to get off, either. I mean, I do, I want you to know that I always want you, so that it's like, so you never feel in-convenent... convene.. fuck, inconvenient. But I want to be something to you, too. Someone you're... proud of, you know? Where if we go to Ozzie's again, maybe neither of us ever has to look away or feel ashamed. I want to be someone that you feel good to want. To love.

"You want my commitment--babe, you got it. I'm yours. And yeah it's... kind of fucking terrifying, saying it," he admitted, eyebrows scrunching up, "but it's true, too.

"What I need in return is... try to... be, I guess, be patient with me? Because we're both learning how to do this right. Together. And we'll get there. We might fuck up along the way, but we'll get there.

"Do... okay. Shit. Um. Two questions. One: can I have a drawer? So that, you know, maybe we can spend more time together without it feeling like..." Like I'm your dirty little secret. "Like somethin' so rushed?

"And second--does it... how... how like, how open do you want things to be at first? If we're out in public, anywhere the other Goetia can find out, how do you feel about me like, you know. Kissing you, or holding your hand?" These were small things, but they felt important to figure out all the same. The way forward would be made of all of these small things, all of these questions asked and answered together. They could do this--couldn't they?

This conversation was a truly terrifying one but it was necessary, Stolas kept reminding himself. After this, if Blitz didn’t feel the same, he could lose the imp forever. He longed to hear the words but should he not receive them, the prince would have to learn to accept that. Though the concept was a painful one.

Stolas gave Blitz time to sort out his words, talons wringing together anxiously as he watched the imp try and put his feelings into words. He closed his eyes, ready for the rejection when he heard the words he had always been longing to hear, I love you. That couldn’t be right, could it? No, but Blitz said then again and confirmed that he was indeed, in love with Stolas. His eyes grew wide as he tried to process those three little words. How could he accept so much from the imp? He had wanted it but now that he had it, what did that mean? What were they? Where was this going?

Stolas’s mind raced as Blitz not only confessed his feelings but apologized as well. A genuine apology this time. It was all too much to process at once. Stolas sat down on the edge of his bed, head in claws as he sorted through everything Blitz said.

Now Blitz was asking what he needed? Stolas hardly knew at this point. The imp had never been so forthcoming, so open. He was already given exactly what he had hoped for from Blitz, why did he want to push the imp even more?

“Blitz I-“ Stolas took a deep breath and looked at the imp from his place on the bed, reaching out to take his claws and squeezing them tightly in his own. He couldn’t stop the almost sad, disbelief that graced his features. “I had thought the words would be enough, and they do mean a lot. Do not get me wrong, however, I need to see your actions reflect your words. I need to know that you truly do care about me-love me-the way you say you do. Words can only mean so much.”

Stolas took a deep breath, “Blitz, if you love me-truly love me-I want commitment. I want to be the only one you want. I want this to be a real relationship. I am tired of being just a convenient way for you to get off. I understand if I am asking a lot but this is what I want. I want commitment. I want companionship. I want love. And I need to see that in your actions, not just your words. I know it is a lot to ask, I encourage you to take your time to…reflect.”

Blitz tried to respond to the text--and failed. His claws went right through the phone. Apparently, while he was absurdly strong for an imp, he was Strong as a Goetia. Swearing, he threw the handful of pieces against the wall and went to curl up on the couch. This was fine. It was fine. It wasn't like, you know, the worst thing ever or anything like that. He was fine! Everything was fine.

The second he heard Moxxie's familiar footsteps, Blitz rushed over and opened the door--and had to wait, because apparently Moxxie wasn't actually on his floor yet. Right. Fuck. He could hear everything right now. So wait he did--but the moment he saw Moxxie, he breathed a sigh of relief, rushed over, and hugged him--accidentally picking him up, way up, in the process. Glossy black feathers with red tips, a disc of tiny white feathers for a face, big feathery tufts instead of ears or horns, Blitz didn't look like himself in the slightest.

"Mox, what the fuck do I do? There's got to be like some kind of fucked up punishment for impersonating a Goetia, right? If it's magic, it'll just fade away? Right?"

By now Moxxie was used to Blitzo's spelling. So he got through the text with ease and picked up on his boss' frantic tone. By the time he was finished reading it, he had already gathered his keys and pulled on a some clothes to head out. Millie was peacefully curled up in bed and snoring so he didn't bother her, instead planning on texting her when he was out. He texted Blitzo back.

I'm headed over. try not to do anything yet ok? we can figure something out.

How did this happen first of all?

He had to catch a rideshare to get to Blitzo's place but he would be there soon. In the meantime, Blitzo might be able to explain what was going on. It didn't sound like it made sense to Moxxie where he was standing but maybe with some context?

[introduces Blitz to miniature horses]

"What the fuck? Who-- are you--what are you, like, jelly bean horses?" he asked the first miniature horse to approach him. When the animal looked alarmed and bolted away, Blitz stood up straight and put his hands on his hips.

"Hey! I was talking to you! How come none of you are talking? How come... wait..." Eyes widening, he turned to look around the pasture. It was true. Not a single one of these horses had anything to say. They were just...

They were...

Animals?

"No," he whispered. "No, no. No, no..." Horses weren't animals! They were people! Every soap he watched made that obvious! Horses were people, they were--they were--fuck! Horrified, Blitz leapt over the fence--and fell facefirst off the other side of it, landing in a pile of manure. He pushed himself upright, spitting and gagging. "Ugh, shit, fuck. What the fuck, what kind of fucked up dimension is this? This--"

Something snorted near him. Warm, moist breath blew across his neck.

Blitz went very, very still. For a long moment, he didn't look up, but the fascination proved to be too much. Slowly, he turned his head up--oh, yeah. Fuck. Exactly what he thought it might be. A bull.

The bull snorted and pawed the ground.

Smiling, Blitz got to his feet. "Heyyyy, uh. Nice doggie. Listen, can you understand me? Because those tiny fucking horses ca--AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN'T!" His scream continued as he flew across the farmyard, finally crashing through the roof of a barn.

When he landed amidst a group of hens, Blitz rubbed the crystal for all he was worth and dove through.

Fuck. Since when were horses animals??