For @keenie-bopper Continued From Here

for @keenie-bopper continued from here

Listening to her, it struck Blitz just how resilient this little cherub was. She was here, talking to him, had taken the time to be kind to him, to come and ask him something when she didn't need to. She had lost her home, been kicked out of fucking Heaven, and one could argue that he absolutely had some responsibility for that--yet here she was. Talking to him. Being polite. Being kind. The imp's expression softened, and his eyes took on a genuinely friendly light.

"Keenie, if you don't have anywhere to go for Helloween... You wanna come with me? I mean, definitely go tag along with your friends," he said, using her phrasing, "if that's what you wanna do. But if you end up wanting more, and the idea doesn't freak you out, come with me on the club crawl. It's--basically going to be a lot of filth, but nobody will touch you without permission. And if they try, I'll cut their fucking hands off. There'll be a lot of dancing though, plenty of music, weird mixed drinks, lots of costumes... proobably most of them pretty inappropriate," he admitted, picturing his own outfit. "But it's usually a blast and a half.

"And even if you don't want to come, hey. I appreciate that you came to ask about it. How um--how are you doing these days? You good? I should have... fuck, I should have checked in on you guys, ever. You have a place to stay, right? You're safe?"

for @mouthymercx0x0 because it's time for these red menaces to hang out!

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After passing a few notes here and there, Blitz felt entirely confident that Deadpool was his friend. There was absolutely no reason not to go and hang out with him. Besides, after a day like today? Blitz needed the company, and he wasn't quite up to going back to Hell. Sure, it would be a short trip, but there would be so many questions about why he was beaten to a pulp. Deadpool? Deadpool might laugh, but Blitz felt an easy sort of resonance in their energy together, and trusted the man would understand.

So, after picking up a bag of bagels, he headed off in search of his almost friend. When the second attempt at portaling spat him out right next to the guy, Blitz tripped on his way out of the portal. Swearing, he pushed himself up, brushed himself off, then put on a bright smile and held out the bag of bready goodness.

"Hey, fucker! I brought lunch. What are you up to, and can I hang out?"

The imp looked like trash. Deep bruises that were starting to swell, cuts and abrasions everywhere, his clothes all torn up from making friends with the concrete, but he was still smiling and bright-eyed.

"Before you ask," he said with a little snort, and gestured towards himself, "I made the mistake of trying to take out a mark near some asshole named Daredevil. Name like that, I thought he'd be on my side, but noooooo. No, no. Apparently, killing is," Blitz made air quotes, "wrong.

"So. Hey, how you been?" Maybe it was ridiculous to talk to a guy he didn't really know like this, but Blitz didn't care. Deadpool's existence made him happy, and he didn't want to pretend that happiness away. He liked the guy.

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?

The Goetia's eyes were black, rich and deep and dark enough that all light seemed to flow into them, as if it was made only to be lost into those dangerous depths. All the same, when he smiled it seemed sincere enough. He looked Angel up and down, made a soft little clicking sound--one Angel would doubtless recognize as an assessment followed by disappointment and judgement--before he looked to the imp with him.

"I recognize you, Blitz. I've seen you quite often, at Lacerate. It's an honor to see you here as well. If you would ever enjoy a private tour? Find me at either of my offices; it will be my pleasure to show you around." Before the imp could answer, the tall, shimmering Goetia laid a hand on his shoulder, leaned down, and whispered something to him--

And Blitz's expression went entirely blank. For a moment there, he might have been a doll, he was so inanimate. Tears came to his eyes--and he snapped out of it. Blitz shook himself, pulled free of Vepar, and looked up at him with a furious, heartbroken, desperate sort of defiance. For a moment, he looked like he was going to snap at him, to say something really, really fucking stupid--but he couldn't do it. Instead, he hesitated--

And nodded.

"Thanks," he said quietly, frowning. "For--all of it. Thanks."

Vepar touched a hand to his chest. "My pleasure. It is always a joy to see one within whom wonder and joy remain. Have a wonderful visit, Blitz." He bowed his head ever so slightly to the imp, then glided off, moving smoothly as he disappeared into the crowd.

Blitz fought the urge to watch him go, struggling to come back to himself. Finally, after shaking himself again, he looked back up at Angel. "Uh... fuck. Where were we? What uh--you wanna go, say fuck this place? What do you like to do?"

Other kid? There was another kid!? Angel knew he shouldn't be panicked - this was a fucking first date, it wasn't like they were exchanging vows. But there would always be the thought that kids would be brought into his life - even if the kids were older. And Angel wasn't exactly the best role model, was he? Things that he was aimlessly thinking about, as the imp ran from tank to tank.

Angel wasn't all that amused, if only because these were naturally things he had seen before plenty of times. Some of them were pretty, though he found it amusing that a Hell-quarium would have the most boring of fish. His eyes did light up a bit seeing things like florescent jellyfish or angelfish - fish they didn't have in the Hudson. Though the enthusiasm certainly didn't match that of Blitz. If anything, his own joy came from simply watching how excited the other got.

At the other's comment, Angel was opening his mouth to speak, until he heard the other voice interrupting. His eyebrow raised, spinning to look at the bird-like male, upper set of arms crossed over his chest. Unlike Blitz, he didn't have any real interactions with the Ars Goetia, and hardly gave a fuck that they were royalty. "...do yeh' just happen t' always be hidin' in th' shadows waitin' f' people t' mention yeh'?" It had seemed awfully odd that the man would suddenly appear, as if being summoned.

Wait, could Ars Goetia be summoned? Fuck if he knew.

Blitz seemed way more tense than he did for reasons that Angel didn't fully understand, one of his lower hands grabbing at the imps, feeling how warm he was. He couldn't help but to snort in amusement at Blitz' absolutely crass commentary, squeezing his hand to silently tell him to behave, before Angel shrugged. "That's what we were doin', before yeh' showed up." He hummed, though he waved his one free hand.

"Though gotta say, they ain't much of sights if yeh' tryin' t' appeal t' sinners, too. Trout and salmon are things yeh' see more on th' dinner table than in an exhibit." He was being a bit sassy, but. "Now if yeh'll excuse us, we were kind of in th' middle a' somethin'."

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.