"Hey," Blitz Said, Holding Up A Hand, "you Don't Have To Give Me An Out. I'm A Big Boy, Ozzie. If I Didn't

"Hey," Blitz said, holding up a hand, "you don't have to give me an out. I'm a big boy, Ozzie. If I didn't want to be here," he locked the bedroom door, "I wouldn't be here." Although he knew that being here was dangerous, ridiculously dangerous, for so damned many reasons, the words were still true. He looked over at the Sin, brilliant golden eyes taking in that feathery form, and how thoughtfully Asmodeus had shrunk himself down. That was sweet and would certainly make things easier.

Holding the guy's gaze, Blitz unbuttoned his jacket, letting the metal rings on the back rasp slightly as they slid off the spines between his shoulders. He tossed the jacket aside, then walked over and leaned up onto his toes, taking the pretty Sin's face in his hands, eyes still locked on his. "We can play, pretty," Blitz said, voice calm, stroking a thumb over Asmodeus's cheek, "but we gotta talk first, alright? If you want to be dommed, I'll dom you. But we need to get the less-sexy shit out of the way first. You answer my questions honestly and that's gonna set us up for success." Although having a conversation about limits with a Sin seemed like insanity, Blitz was confident enough--and found Asmodeus more than attractive enough, Christ on a fucking stick--that he wasn't even remotely worried.

He kissed the guy's cheek, then put his hands on his shoulders instead and gently but firmly pushed Asmodeus to sit down on the bed. Blitz nudged his knees apart and stepped close, standing in between them so he could more comfortably caress his face again, just running his claws through the brilliant plumage.

"What does it mean to you? Being dommed? Tell me how you want to feel tonight. Physically and emotionally. If we're gonna do this, if we're gonna play dangerous games, then right now, we gotta decide that this shit between us is a safe space. I ain't gonna judge you for whatever you want, alright? So be as detailed as you can be, make sure I understand you: what does submitting mean for you? How much do you want to think tonight?"

This shit had taken a turn, but fuck it. Blitz was all in. Screw any other plans for the night. Asmodeus was suddenly all that mattered.

There was times that he felt like he wanted to be the more dominate one, but for some reason with Blitz he felt the opposite. It was easy for him to just want it to be the other way around for a change. Even though he was the one asking for it, he was glad that he did. Wanting the opportunity to experience it from the submissive side of things and if Blitz was willing to let him, then that was even better.

He wanted to feel something and sometimes he wanted that to be something that someone else gave him rather than him giving it to someone. If that even made sense. The thing was he he had been craving attention for some time now and he knew he might not get it from others if not now.

Plus, Blitz was cute in his eyes and he wasn't going to deny that factor. He bites down on his lower lip before nodding. Grabbing a hold of Blitz's hand and leading the two of them up to his bedroom. One where he didn't invite most people into. But with a party going on downstairs he doesn't just want to randomly head to a different bedroom in the house.

"This is just my bedroom, but I don't mind if you're here." Asmodeus said. He wasn't sure what else to really say so he decided on that. Right now he was still in his big form so he decided to make himself a bit smaller. To where he wasn't so tall compared to Blitz. He was still a little taller, but not by much in this smaller form. Asmodeus looks over at Blitz and smiles a little. "I was little straight forward out there and I know that can be overwhelming so if you don't really want to do anything that's fine too." Asmodeus said. Wanting Blitz to know that he had the opportunity to opt out if he wanted too.

LGBT stands for Let’s Get Blitzo Therapy

Striker's cheek twitched at the daddy thing. Why did everyone always jump to sexual humor? Not that he really minded it, at a certain point he just grew accustomed, but still. Did people really think every situation had to lead to sex? Did--well, no. Apparently, this guy was some kind of sex icon, so maybe that made sense. In Angel Dust's world, sex was probably an extremely common occurrence--common enough to be used as a ploy and a threat. The thought left the imp cold, so he calmly put it away. Time to unpack all of that later.

Or never.

He sat down, leaning against the wall, just out of reach of the tub. If sex was such an integral part of Angel's world that he immediately referenced it to handle danger, Striker damn well didn't want to give the impression that that was how he wanted to play. He wasn't going to abuse the guy like that--not that Angel looked in the least bit frightened. Thankfully.

He took a drink of the water himself.

"You may've still been coming out of it when I told you. You've got yourself an ally. They'd like to remain anonymous for now, but they're... interested. In you. Want you to break your deal with Valentino, and apparently," his rough voice warmed with amusement and he shrugged, "they're pretty confident they can snap your chain like a twig.

"But they want assurances. Like that if you're interested, you'll play nice. That you ain't really Valentino's pet. That you won't go running off to him the second you get free.

"Me? I think you're better off letting me put an angelic-steel jacketed bullet between your eyes. But then, I don't know what your whole..." He made a lazy, vague gesture with one hand, "deal is with Valentino.

"So. You tell me. You interested? Cause like I said. My contract on you can be fulfilled one of two ways. Either I take you to your new master and you two do... whatever it is you're going to do. Or I take you out, bury you, and nobody ever finds out what the fuck happened to Angel Dust.

"Choices are shit, I know." Striker shrugged and glanced up towards the bathroom window; the light was fading, the storm growing nearer. "But this is Hell. For you, guess it's supposed to be shit."

None of this made an absolute lick of sense, and he wondered if this was some sort of fever dream. No, he'd been on the strongest of drugs before, and he had never had visions of being kidnapped by imps that were literally half his fucking height. He'd definitely been kidnapped, not only in the afterlife - it kind of came with the territory of being a mobster. Normally though, he had more sense of what was going on. People threatening him or his family for the actions they'd done.

This all seemed to be a fucking big misunderstanding.

Especially with the comment about his pet Overlord. Angel couldn't help but to laugh out loud at that, loud and obnoxious while being light and airy, a genuine laugh about the situation. "Ah' think yeh' confused, shorty." He pointed out, eyebrow raised as he rolled his head to look at his assailant. "Ah' could give two fucks if somethin' bad happens tah' that prick. In fact, ah'd welcome it. Especially if it gets meh' out of that stupid fuckin' - wait....Wrath?!"

Add that to Angel's even bigger list of confusion. As far as he knew, Sinners couldn't leave the Pride ring. Not without very special reasons, such as being asked or invited, and even then, it seemed fairly challenging. He must have been incredibly important for him to even make it out here, though he still couldn't put two and two together. He didn't know who had knocked him out. He didn't know what he was supposed to be agreeing to.

He looked at the other with weary eyes, shaking his head at the water presented to him. Not because he didn't trust it - he'd put way worse shit in his body, he knew he could handle anything - but because he wanted answers more than anything else at this point. "Yeh' ain't even tellin' meh' how ah'm s'posed tah' cooperate. Can't exactly make a promise that ah'm gonna be a good boy f' daddy if ah' don't know what ah'm agreein' tah', can ah'?"

continued from here, from @poisonedspider -- I had to do the thing. Crimson is legitimately awful, but I hope Angel enjoys making his head explode. I can't see this going anywhere good, but xD hopefully it'll be entertaining.

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Chaz smirked when he saw the numbers go up and up and up on his video. He'd known this was a good idea! Who wouldn't want to watch HellTok videos about crime? It was good for the business, really! Just because Crimson didn't understand didn't mean it was a bad idea. The guy was practically a dinosaur, his understanding of tech was so shitty. Besides, showing his softer side had clearly helped entertain the masses--or, well, talking about Angel Dust had, at least. People liked the porn star, and so video related to him tended to do well. Seeing all of the likes and the comments was amazing...

Until Angel Dust himself commented.

The shark had been lounging in bed, idly toying with some broken headphones, when that notification popped up. He choked on nothing and slammed his head into the lamp, he sat up so quickly. "Holy shit! He actually saw it...? Holy shit!"

Not overly in possession of sense, the shark raced out of his room and down to Crimson's bedroom, bursting in.

"Angel Dust commented! He wants you to romance him!" he shouted, completely not misinterpreting the comment at all.

Crimson narrowed his eyes and, slowly, put his book down. "I'd ask what the fuck you're talking about, but that would imply I care. Do us both a favor and go get yourself some beauty sleep, huh? You could use it."

"Nooo," Chaz protested, "you don't understand! He wants you to romance him, he likes you!"

The imp snorted quietly. "Uh huh. And I'm a daisy. Go to bed, Chaz; I want to finish this chapter."

Frustrated, frowning, Chaz whined just once before he did as he was told. But, once in bed, he realized there was still mischief he could do. He could find a way to get those two together. He had a few snapshots of Crimson that no one else would have, and a few minutes was all the time it took to make a Fangzbook profile for the mob boss. Over the next hour, Chaz did what he could to make it look authentic...

Then sent Angel Dust a friend request along with a message, as Crimson:

[Saw your comment. Glad to know you enjoy romance. If that doesn't count as seduction though, what does? You tell me how you want to be seduced. I'll deliver. Yours, Crimson.]

There was absolutely no way, Chaz thought, tucking his arms behind his head and smiling up at the ceiling, that this could backfire.

Blitz was excited. There was no denying that. Everything about this was fun for him. He was finally going to the aquarium, he was going with a new friend, and that new friend was gorgeous. He kept looking up at him as they walked along--not to the point of distraction, the assassin was more or less aware of everything happening around them, but shit, how could anyone walk next to Angel Dust and not just look at him whenever they could? The guy was magical--even if he was also sad.

Because he was, Blitz thought. At least, some part of him was. True enough for everyone, but for a moment there, he thought he saw something in those eyes that was probably reflected in his own, the kind of shit that made sure nobody ever ought to look too deeply into the mirror. Self-loathing could take a person down a lot farther than any suffering Hell offered.

As he listened, he walked quickly to keep up with Angel; as they got close to the line, however, Blitz's excitement got the better of him. He hopped up onto a bucket to get a better look at what was going on. Had it just been a bucket, he might've been fine, but apparently there was someone in the bucket; with an angry shriek, some little Sinner burst out of the overturned bucket and raced away, dragging a large bottle of liquor.

Blitz faceplanted on the concrete.

Fuck.

Well.

It was inevitable, he thought with a little grunt of irritation with himself. At least once a week. Everybody needed a fucking hobby, right? He picked himself up, brushed himself off, and turned to look after the Sinner whose fault it was.

"Fuck you and your mom!" he shouted after the guy, like the elegant, polite, refined gentleman he was. "I heard her nickname's Lucy! Fucker." Grumbling under his breath, he turned back towards Angel Dust... and Blitz's cheeks immediately started to burn.

"Uh. Sorry. You... we... yeah. I have a daughter. Adopted. Her name's Loona. She's almost twenty-four now and she's, I mean, basically fucking perfect? And hey, any answer you want to give is fucking fine by me. Cooking's fun, I'm into it, too. Maybe not a very good cook, I uh... made black-bean cupcakes the other day. I thought they were great and that hot sauce icing was, you know, a fucking win and a half, but my palate is apparently 'lacking refinement' or some shit." Blitz wasn't actually half as annoyed as he sounded, and the amusement showed in his eyes. His mood wasn't dampened in the slightest, and now that they were in line to look at fish, his smile was coming back full-force.

"You think they have trout? I've heard they're lake monsters." He hopped up onto the curb to try and see over the crowd once again, but to no avail; this deep into Pentagram City and most of the people were Sinners, who very often were taller than he was. At 5'6" Blitz was tall for an imp--short compared to just about anyone else.

"Yeh' have a daughta'?" That was the thing that had stood out the most at this imp was talking to him, Angel blinking mismatched eyes. He only knew a few hellborns, such as Charlie of course, so it was rare for him to even think about people having families in Hell. He didn't even think about people having families outside of Hell, because it had never really come up for himself. Of course there were his siblings, one of which was stuck in Hell with him and one that was in Heaven, but never children. He was too gay for that.

"Huh. Guess ah' surround mah'self with sinnas so much that ah'....tend tah' forget people can have kids and stuff. The closest thing ah' have is mah' pet pig." He didn't know why his mind was already whirring with this - he had literally just met Blitz. And maybe he was excited about the concept of going on his first official date, that wasn't sex related for once (yet), but he knew he shouldn't be thinking so far ahead. He wasn't planning on becoming a step-spider any time soon, if ever.

He had barely even acknowledged what had briefly gone down as they had left the coffee shop, if only because it was something he was so used to. Being cat-called on the street happened constantly, and he wasn't even turned off by the other pulling out a gun. If Blitzo hadn't, then Angel probably would have had his own out easily. Or six of them. He simply smiled, taking the others arm with one of his lower ones, if only because it meant he didn't have to bend.

Walking alongside the imp, his eyes took in all the signs. Earth fish? He had seen plenty, considering that 'swimmin' with the fishes' was a big say for the mafia. He didn't know if seeing a trout would be all that exciting, but his thoughts were cut as the other asked him about himself, Angel blinking. "Uh....honestly? Ah' don't get inta' much that ain't fuckin' or fightin'." He thought that sounded a bit ridiculous, recognizing how worthless he genuinely was. Getting high as a kite and being part of a gang bang weren't exactly typical hobbies.

"Ah'.....hm. Ah' like jazz music. And ah' really like tah' cook, though ah ain't do it all that often. Ah' like spendin' time with Fat Nuggets - that's the pig ah' was tellin' yeh about. Is that, uh, a better answer?" Really, he had never had much time to explore his interests. In life he had been forced into the mob at such a young age, using drugs to handle being a gay man in the twenties that was hated by his father and brother for being so. And in Hell, he had been addicted to sex and drugs as long as he could remember. It wasn't until recently, being at the hotel, that he started to explore other things that weren't tied in to debauchery and sin.

There are a lot of things that Blitz finds attractive about Stolas, but the thing he likes the most is Stolas's voice. When he lets his guard down, or when a day has been too long, and he hears that voice? It's so soothing, nothing compares for him. If Stolas ever sings to him? Blitz will break. Absolutely break.