How Was Asmodeus This Fucking Endearing When He Could Also Probably Become A Terrifying Menace At The

How was Asmodeus this fucking endearing when he could also probably become a terrifying menace at the drop of a dime? Blitz suddenly felt deeply affectionate towards him, maybe ridiculously so, and he couldn't stop smiling as he listened, continuing to caress. When Asmodeus mentioned how he didn't want Blitz to check in constantly though, Blitz chuckled and nodded. Yeah, that was something he could definitely understand. It was sweet when people did that, but if a sub wanted to be able to drift in subspace, it would yank them right back out.

"This all sounds good, baby. We'll use colors. I'll check in if I start getting worried, you speak up if anything feels wrong, alright? We aren't gonna do anything too heavy tonight, nothing too kinky, but I'm gonna take care of you. I'm going to fuck you, Asmodeus," Blitz promised, and kissed him tenderly on the forehead, "more than once. It'll be sweet sometimes, hard and rough other times.

"But I'm not going to hurt you. Not physically," although for the Sin, that was probably a given, "and not emotionally. You're my baby tonight. My beautiful, beautiful baby, and I've got you. Once we get started, you won't need to think, just let me move you, let me use. Let me treat you like the fucking treasure you are." Blitz leaned in and kissed him again, this time on the lips.

Blitz always kissed like a lover, like his partner already held his heart, like he would cherish theirs forever.

When their lips parted, he nuzzled him, then met his eyes again. "To please me tonight, all you need to do is obey my instructions. You don't need to put on a show. Just say Yes, sir. No, sir. Or yellow, Red, sir. Whatever applies. Just relax. Don't think too much, don't worry. Things may start slow, but trust that your only job tonight is to be beautiful and pampered, yeah?

"Now. Let's get set up so we don't have to interrupt anything later on. I've got condoms," because Blitz always, always had condoms, "you got lube?" Once they'd paired up the condoms with the right lube, once they had both had the chance to freshen up for a moment in private, Blitz locked the door.

He went back over to Ozzie and, once again, kissed him like Asmodeus wasn't just the Sin of Lust, but the absolute center of someone's world, the sun this strange, muscular, dangerous imp chose to orbit around.

"Now, baby. Undress for me. You can be sexy about it if you want, but you don't need to be. Just undress, then stand there for a moment, let me look at you." He kissed him again -- a beloved partner, a jewel to be treasured, a secret best whispered with smiles -- then stepped back to give Asmodeus a little room, and cue him to begin.

He just wanted to make sure that this was something that Blitz wanted. Even though he was the sin of lust he was still out here respecting boundaries. Wanting to make sure that others knew that he wasn't trying to just use them to sleep with them. Asmodeus always knew it was easier for when he shrunk down to either smaller than the other, or just a little taller. In this case he made himself a little shorter than Blitz even. Just because he wanted it to be that way.

The rooster was already melting at the palm of Blitz's hand. He liked this feeling. Of being the one taken care of, but he wouldn't mind doing the same with for Blitz if that was something he wanted too. It was all about the compromise as well in his eyes. Asmodeus found himself leaning into Blitz's hand as he smiles just a little. Already feeding into that attention. "Hmm, sure. I can answer your questions." Asmodeus states. At least the best he could. Nothing really seemed to be off limits for himself anyway. So, he was more than willing to answer questions. Even if they may be a little uncomfortable or something like that.

The kiss to the cheek made him smile too. When he was pushed back onto the bed he couldn't help but feel his cheeks turn a light shade of pink as the other nudged his knees apart as well. It seemed like the imp knew what he was doing and he wasn't going to complain about what was happening.

"I don't want to have to be in charge, I want someone who can take the lead and not have to ask every time if something is okay for them to do to me. We have safe words or colors for a reason." Asmodeus explains. Of course it was nice to have someone make sure that they were all right during intercourse, but it didn't have to be all the time. "I want to be able to get into that sub space and not have to think about anything for awhile and just be under someone else's control." Asmodeus said. He bites down on his lower lip as he looks at the other. He wanted to be taken care of for a change. "It's one of those things where I wouldn't mind if we even got into the dominate and submissive part of a little bdsm if you're into that."

Mentioning things he liked was a little awkward sometimes. Mainly because he never knew if he'd be judged. Even though the other did say he wasn't going to be judged. It was just hard to let someone know all of what he wanted. Depending on how this went tonight, maybe the two of them could even continue to see each other.

Vox started to answer, but stopped himself with a shake of his head, taking a moment to think about it instead. He had to step up onto one of the rungs of the fence so he could lean over enough to look down; from up there on the bridge, they had a lovely view of the graceful creatures gliding past them, directly underneath.

"I guess it's that they're so... effortless. Or they look that way. The way they move, how they glide. They fly. Like they're completely free. I only saw one once while I was alive, and I was too stunned to be afraid. It swam past me, majestic. The master of its domain.

"They're dangerous. They don't stop. They can't stop. They process so much information so readily, without needing any powers to do it. I guess maybe I envy them. Their ease. Their--how they just fit. They belong. There are no acts to put on, no shows, no lines, nothing but their grace. If they have to kill, they do it. They don't--regret it. I can't imagine it's every hard for a shark." He leaned over a little farther, carefully tucking one heel under a rung to ensure he couldn't slip, or be pushed, the kind of precaution most Sinners in Hell were likely fully accustomed to themselves; one never knew when a friend might decide to turn foe.

Once the sharks had finally wandered out of view, Vox pushed himself up. He went and leaned against the fence on the other side of the bridge from Angel, elbows comfortably back on it. Their feet were fairly close together, the angle of their bodies making a nice vee away from each other. In the darkening evening air, it felt nice, he thought. Comfortable. Not wanting the moment to end, Vox thought back to the other things Angel had said, and asked about. Smiling, he shrugged.

"You do look amazing. Kind of your thing, right? And sure, I try not to notice. You're Val's boyfriend," Vox said it with a completely straight face, "and I try not to intrude on your whole... thing you two have going on. Despite sometimes getting jealous. But I am capable of seeing beauty, Angel." Some sort of small dragonish hellbeast flew over. Vox tilted his head back to look at it, watching its flight. "And you're right, Val threw a shitfit. I left a few hours after you did. I wasn't going to come, but he was throwing such a tantrum, I hit my wall. There's only so much Val Anger Management I can do before," he made an explosion sound, quiet but augmented by his speakers to sound nearly like the real thing, "I want to explode.

"But hey, screw Val. He's an idiot and we love him, but he's not here and we are. Tell me something about yourself, Angel? Something you want me to know, though, I'm not trying to pressure you for secrets."

"Mm, why do yeh' think ah'm layin' here doin' a bunch of nothin'?" He teased right back, though Vox would know. While Angel Dust wasn't nearly as go go go as the other sinner was, he certainly worked himself to exhaustion. Or, well, Valentino did. The amount of live shows lined up, the hours of terribly written pornos, the overnights on the street to earn his pimp more money. Angel Dust deserved the fucking break. Relaxing on the beach was well earned.

Though he had certainly heard the allegedly, and he knew exactly what Vox had meant - the Overlord was not just doing nothing on this beach trip. It had been part of why he had agreed to go see the sharks, maybe to take Vox away from the many other screens he possessed. Maybe because the other had offered him free booze which he would never pass up on. Maybe because Vox looked stunning like this, even if he had hid himself away - oh yeah, Angel had noticed.

He didn't really notice the thrill that came with seeing the sharks, but it was nice to see the other so....happy. It wasn't a mood that he had ever witnessed Vox in much. He'd seen his angry, manipulative side. He'd seen his overly cheery positive CEO face. He'd seen the stressed, running on too much coffee, working himself to exhaustion mode. But this? Considering his disdain for the Vees, for many obvious reasons, it was....nice. To see a side of Vox that he hadn't really gotten to experience.

He was caught off guard by the question, to the point that the words, "Yeh' think ah' look incredible?" spilled out before he could even think about them. This day was just full of surprises, wasn't it? Angel was glad that his sunglasses hid the confusion in his eyes, if only because it made no sense. Val and Vox were a thing. That much had been....incredibly fucking obvious. Angel might be Valentino's little fuck toy, but he wasn't the boyfriend. That role belonged to the man beside him.

He tried to shake off the shock, ignoring the way he could feel the flush of his cheeks, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess ah'm doin' whateva' Charlie decides tah' do f' activities. Ah'm here tah' support her mostly. Cause ah' know damn well Val is gonna be pissed that ah' took a week off." A sigh at that, though he still kept on a smile. "Ah' know she's doin' an open mic night, which ah'm definitely not gonna miss. And th' fireworks do sound pretty cool."

Crossing the bridge to the lagoon in which Vox had spoken about, Angel found himself leaning slightly over the somewhat fenced area, looking at the sharks that were swimming. Hell was weird. Some animals acted like animals - Keke and Fat Nuggets being prime examples - while some sinners were animals. He'd had enough run-ins with sharks to not find them appealing, though a lot of them did give the mafia vibes he thought were kinda hot.

"So, sharks. What is it about sharks, hm?" He asked, tilting his head, never taking his eyes off the giant fish. "When ah' was alive, th' only use sharks had was tah' eat th' bodies we'd throw out inta' the river, once they hit the ocean. Yeh' know, th' whole stereotype of swimmin' wit' th' fishes." A roll of eyes - mobsters were so dramatic.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, Val was fucking serious. He was serious. He was being introspective, and he was serious. While Vox knew he should be happy for him, knew he should be proud of him, every word hit him like goddamn ice-water. His screen flickered around the edges, hints of static coming through as he listened. He was mindful never to actually squeeze Valentino's hands the way he suddenly wanted to, as if squeezing them, inflicting some measure of pain, could help. Val wasn't always the most introspective type, none of them really were, so for him to have come to this conclusion, taken the time to plan this, this, this--

Farewell dinner?

Vox abruptly let go. If he didn't, he was going to dig his claws into Val's hands. Violence was fine in the bedroom, as far as he was concerned; the two of them were fully capable of discussing what they wanted and consenting to it together. But unprompted violence towards his partner? Not acceptable. No matter how much this hurt. No matter how it felt like iron bands were suddenly wrapped around his chest, tightening fast and hard and cruel.

"You're serious." Vox's screen flickered again, the brightness turning up, and his eyes seemed to double in size just for a moment there. Electricity crackled over the backs of his hands, down his neck, and his veins and arteries began to take on a subtle gleam, followed by the larger nerves--a private light, when he was trying too hard to hold something back, that usually only Val got to see, and even then usually only during sex, when Vox was losing the fight against an orgasm.

This couldn't be farther from that.

He stepped back, started to reach up to grab his own head, stopped himself halfway, hands in the air, palms out towards Val as if Valentino were the one who needed to calm down here, not himself.

"Val, are you--are you leaving the Vees? Or are you leaving me? Is it both, are you--does going off to become a better person mean you can't--fucking," he pressed a hand to his forehead now, screen flickering again, "can't fucking be around me? Is that--is that--"

Not helping, he checked himself. He was getting defensive and angry and that wasn't helping.

Vox shoved his emotions back and folded his arms. "Val. Baby. I don't--understand," he quirked an eyebrow, his entire body seeming to hum with electricity even as he held himself as still and composed as he could, trying not to explode, "but I want to be on your side here. What do you... need. From me? To make your goals happen."

It was a dangerous question to ask and he goddamn knew it, because Vox suspected, not so very deep down at all, that he knew what Val was going to say, that this fucking mothpimp was going to walk out that door and take his heart with him.

"I don't want you to leave," he added quickly, "but I won't force you to stay. I'll fight for you. But I won't force you. Have you--you've thought this through? What might happen to you out there? How are you going to--

"What are you going to do with all of your souls?"

His hands curled into fists on the table, the sudden silence between them weighing heavy on his shoulders. But Val didn't say anything else, wanting to give Vox time to process his announcement.

He gritted his teeth when his partner circled the table to get to him, his eyes averted when the other knelt before him and took his hands in his own.

The moth had expected many things. Anger, disbelief, bitterness... but not this. The unexpected tenderness extended to him by his lover was in some way more painful than anything else he could've confronted him with.

He took a deep breath, calming himself.

ཐིཋྀ "It's not that. Nobody is fucking with me, Vox..."

His grimace morphed into a sorrowful expression when he tilted his head to once again look at the other. Not wanting to be a coward.

"... this afterlife... our operation and my part in it... it's just like the mess I got caught up in as a human. I'm doing the same things, over and over... I'm just like... someone I never wanted to resemble. I didn't realize it before because I never knew anything else. The drugs, the sex, the killing... it's not that I don't enjoy those things but they're limiting me. I never found the courage to take a different path while alive, and I kept repeating the same mistakes in death."

"I mean, I wouldn't mind getting to see you... actually, fuck." Blitz pushed himself upright. "I'm gonna come over, okay? It'll probably be an hour from when we hang up, I gotta... fuck, I really gotta shower. But it--wasn't Earth fire. It was weird fucking golden fire that burned my eyes just to look at, and it was like boiling you away and just... Fuck, you know? I wanna see you? I'll um-- I'll be there in an hour."

He hung up before Stolas could actually reply, because it would be easy enough for Stolas to tell Richard not to let him in--not that Richard was likely to even if Stolas was expecting him. Maybe today would be another day to go in the window... but then it would be harder for Stolas to avoid him if he wanted to, and maybe that wasn't a good thing?

Fuck. Blitz felt too hungover to really think anything through. He tossed his phone aside, stretched, then went to the kitchen and turned the faucet on, sticking his face under it to drink and drink and drink and drink.

Better. He closed his eyes and just let the water run over his face for a moment, then sighed and headed to the bathroom.

Blitz sat on the edge of the tub and clipped his hooves, taking a moment to file them smooth and safe. For a moment, he just held one, rubbing his thumb along the long bones leading up to it, then sighed. Yeah. Too late to go back to walking on them probably, he mused, not for the first time. Blitz sighed and finished the job, then got in the shower and scrubbed hard.

He oiled his horns and his hooves afterwards, then the spines on his shoulder and tail, before getting dressed and heading out. In faded old jeans and a plain white t-shirt, holes torn for his spines rather than a garment with rings in it, Blitz didn't look half as polished as usual.

He hesitated at the door, almost knocked... and started climbing instead.

Fuck Richard.

He hopped over the balustrade and looked into the relative darkness of Stolas's room. Almost an hour on the dot. "Hey, pretty bird. You um, you in here?"

hello @doublejango, stranger I have absolutely not delightedly written thousands of words with elsewhere xD how are you darling?~

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"Oh, goodness," Stolas blinked, brow furrowing in consternation despite the smile he could hear on Blitz's voice. "That sounds incredibly unpleasant. It really is most fortuitous that earth-fire cannot harm either of us.

"But I am sorry that you had such a distressing dream. And I'm glad that my calling can offer some reassurance." He couldn't help but feel like even a phone call was not enough. He wished he could scoop Blitz into his arms and hold him. Offer physical proof that the dream was only a dream. But- and he was trying to catch himself on this better now- that was a selfish thing to want, wasn't it? just because he desired something didn't mean that Blitz did as well.

"My own nightmares, when I have them..." Stolas admitted quietly, "Are often about being alone. Being lost. Rarely anything so violent. Are you alright? Do you- is there anything that would give you comfort?"

It was always a little daunting, in a dangerously thrilling way, to encounter the power of the Sins--especially Asmodeus. The way his magic seemed to somehow even make it into the ringtone, the warm charm to his voice as he spoke, never letting Blitz get a worse in edgewise--not that Blitz necessarily wanted to. Just listening to him was something that felt special. And that was Asmodeus's gift, wasn't it? It wasn't just that he could make anyone lustful, save those few who were so averse to it that it would never come naturally. Asmodeus had a way of touching the heart, of making colors feel brighter, of making everything seem to mean just a little bit more. Blitz generally made a habit out of not letting himself be impressed by the incredibly powerful, but all the same, he felt it.

Fuck, he felt it.

He stood very still in the rain, feeling the Sin's gaze on him, maybe a little humbled by the fact that Ozzie was taking the time to notice. It was hard not to feel like an inferior goddamn class at moments like this, when you could feel how awe-inspiring another being actually was... But Asmodeus didn't make that feel shitty. Not tonight.

When the call ended, Blitz hung up the phone. He stayed where he was for a moment, letting the rain run down his forehead and into his eyes, considering. He was tired. Going home would be nice. But if he went home now, if he just turned his back on someone who had gone out of his way to be kind to him, someone Blitz actually liked for that matter, wouldn't that just be proving Verosika and all of her party-goers right about what a shitstain he was?

I can do better. I can try.

I owe it to all of them to try.

Well, maybe not all of them, he amended to himself. Fuck Dennis's predatory ass. Seeing him at the party still left Blitz's skin feeling unclean. Fuck that. Fuck all of that. Ozzie took the time to reach out after all Blitz wanted to do was give him a compliment, and Blitz wasn't going to shit on that. So, bizarre bingo card in hand, he headed into the club and did as he was told for once, hanging up his jacket, behaving. He ordered a drink and found a spot at a table that looked like it had other singles at it--singles. Fuck. Hard to think of himself that way, hard to--

No. Fuck it.

It ain't that deep, Ozzie had said, probably just meaning about the interaction, but goddamn if those words weren't good ones to keep in mind about other things, too. They were a way to get through the night, at least. And that? That mattered? So, rather than fill out the bingo card, Blitz just doodled hearts all over it, sappy hearts, hearts with dicks, hearts on horses, hearts. He sipped quietly at a drink, and he just listened to the people around him, observing them.

It wasn't until later in the evening, when he saw Asmodeus not looking too busy for once, that Blitz got up. He walked over, hesitating just for a moment, before he reached up to tap on his arm.

"Hey, uh, big chicken man," he greeted, torn between friendliness and awkwardness, but smiling all the same. "It's been a nice night. Look, you didn't have to do what you did, reaching out like that, but it really turned my night around. Do you uh--would it make you uncomfortable if I ask to hug you?"

Asking. Being polite. Being well-behaved. Blitz could try to do these things, damn it. Fuck. He would try.

@doublejango asked: deer ozmodyeass, i herd u r duing a relashunship bingo. I am the oposit of your type but just want 2 say that i think your stil grate. you make people happy and thats werth a lot in Hell. — keep duing what you du. we need you. you make things briter and better. — Sinseerly, Blitzo p.s. sry 4 bad spelling / unprompted? ; always accepting.

Awww ... what the Hell is this sappy shit (knowing damn well he'll keep it in his desk for rainy days, don't worry about it)? Nah, that ain't gonna fly around here, baby. Whipping out his cellphone, he's texting a message:

❥ sms — Blitzø, I KNOW you aren't serious with that letter of yours. Answer the phone for me real quick.

Within two minutes, Blitzø will find his phone ringing with an intensity. Better answer it or else, assassin man.

❝ Where are you? ❞ Sin is already stepping out to stand in front of the club to find a sad-looking silhouette from a near distance, in Lust's rain. Man, the dramatic flare of this guy! ❝ Turn around. Since when did you know what my type is? Usually, people gotta ask me to dinner first before they get that kind of response from me. Hahaha! ❞ He's talking over the phone yet his eyes are locked on assassin.

❝ It ain't that deep, babe. I promise. Get your ass over here, join the party. ❞ Should Blitzø try to bypass Ozzie's personal invitation, Ozzie's summoning a bingo card and teleporting it to Blitzø's hands. Watching the imp's surprise from here is enough to get Asmodeus grinning wider.

❝ Let's get you some drinks, my man. And leave your coat at the door. See you inside. ❞ Click. No Jesse to answer to this time. Get over here, it's gaming night. Unless you want Deadly Sin to bring you to the club, personally? Because ... heh! It can be arranged!

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"Uh huh," Blitz said, stirring his drink idly, "right. Thievery is so much cleaner than murder. You just violate people's sense of security and steal their mementos and their fortunes. I deliver them to the afterlife they've earned." He took another drink, getting whip cream all over his upper lip. "Guess neither of us needs to lose any sleep over it, though." Even if it was fun to needle a fellow menace to society about the things they did, Blitz didn't fully believe she was that awful. It was Hell, why wouldn't there be someone ready to take everything good away from you the moment you let your guard down? That was what life was. That was all it was.

It wasn't like happiness was attainable or real, not beyond a fuckin' cute drink with your best friend's face on the cup, or a ten second orgasm, or sleeping in after canceling plans.

Don't get all fuckin' bitter, he told himself, briefly scowling.

Blitz licked his lip, then looked out the window, watching a group of Hellhounds pass by. They looked like tourists up from another ring, probably fascinated by all of the Sinners, all of the chaos of Pride. None of them were Loona, though, and so his interest faded.

Blitz looked back at Kaizaan. "So what's going on? We really run into each other by happenstance here? I probably shouldn't flatter myself by thinking that you need my help for something, so... what gives, am I your next target?"

A crystal, after all, seemed right up her alley. Not that the Asmodean Crystal could be parted from him, it seemed. Blitz had tried. Whether he had his glove on or not, the crystal was always there now, a part of his hand, his body. When he needed it to, he was learning to make it seem to disappear, but it was always there. He could feel its energy entwined with his, feel how intimately they were tied together. Stealing it might not work--at least, not while he was alive.

Sipping at his glittery drink, Blitz studied her eyes, wondering just how far she'd go.