Doublejango - A Helluva Mess

Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.

Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.

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.

for @helluvaflames plotted starter for Millie and Vox to meet

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Just because Vox was usually too busy to leave Vee tower didn't mean that he never did. There were certain things he could and would make an exception for, and hiring assassins was one of those things... not that he did it on a regular basis, but really, it was the principle of the thing. As someone who traded in everyone's data, he knew exactly how easy it was for an email or a text to be picked up by the wrong party. And with something this delicate, well... there weren't many beings capable of hacking Vox's personal encryptions, and he would almost certainly feel them the moment they began to try, but that didn't mean he wanted to risk it. So, for once, he went on an errand personally.

Dressed in a sharp navy-blue suit, beautifully tailored by Velvette, he knew he wasn't exactly low-profile; he was arguably one of the most recognizable Sinners in Pride. But maybe, maybe that was more of an issue for Pentagram City?

Maybe here in Imp City, it wouldn't be so bad...

Why the fuck am I even worrying about this? Vox wondered with an irritated little huff. What did anyone care what he did, or where he went? And he wasn't some princess bound to her tower, he was allowed to go places... and apparently, to go to those places in a very crabby state of mind.

By the time his driver dropped him off, Vox felt like biting someone. Get a grip, he told himself, smoothing his jacket. Nobody here has done you wrong, they certainly don't deserve to be snapped at. So, he kept a smile on as he wandered down the street, looking for the building...

Ah! There it was. And it was...

Nice?

Dilapidated was the word. The gentlest word, really. Dilapidated, depressing, run-down, shabby...

Don't look down on anything here. Imps are major subscribers.

Vox went in, but rather than risk the frankly questionable elevator, he cheerfully zapped himself up through the electrical network. Stepping out in a landing, he spotted the sign on the door and knocked, smiling cheerfully as he waited to see if any assassins were in today--

And as he maybe, maybe started to second-guess his life choices.

Blitz looked up and met Moxxie's eyes, expecting to see anything but what was there. Actual compassion, worry--caring. Moxxie wasn't putting on a front, didn't even seem to be judging him right now. Seeing that, looking in his eyes, Blitz grew very, very still. He didn't know what to do with a showing of friendship like that. Being any more vulnerable than he already had been didn't necessarily feel safe, and he didn't want to demand too much of him. Whatever this was, Blitz didn't want to bruise or break it.

"I left the van back at Stolas's place and walked here," he admitted, and looked down at his bloodied knuckles, then at the handkerchief, dampened with both blood and tears. Blitz sighed and pressed it to his forehead, then shook his head. "Don't worry Loona. She's got a lot going on these days, she's been coming out of her shell and going out with friends. My place isn't too far from here. I'll walk, then go get the car in the morning." He looked down at the crystal on the back of his glove, then turned it so Moxxie could see it, since they hadn't actually discussed it yet. "But we'll be alright. We've got this now, so... So..."

His voice quavered. Threatened to break.

Fuck. Fuck this. Blitz didn't want to cry anymore. He got to his feet and went over to their tiny office bathroom, leaving the door open so they could still talk. Washing his knuckles with soap and water stung, but in an almost reassuring way.

"Mox? I'm sorry." Blitz sounded calm now, sounded focused, despite his back being to Moxxie. "For all the times, all the ways, I've hurt and upset you. I kept crossing the line between employer and friend. I was... stupid. And didn't understand where that line was, or where it needed to be." He looked at his own eyes in the mirror for a moment, but they were too haunted; Blitz looked past himself in the reflection, looking at Moxxie.

"It won't happen again. You deserve better than to have to deal with... well, with an asshole." He dried his hands and turned to look at him, then held up the handkerchief. "I'll wash this, and if the blood doesn't come out, I'll get you a new one..." Blitz looked down at it and sighed. This was fucking hard. He still didn't know where he and Moxxie stood, he never did, but at least he knew that he needed to pull back. Stop demanding so much of the shorter imp.

"Go home, Mox. I'm gonna take a few days off, I think. Get my head on right. Just--see you in a few days, alright?"

Moxxie had no such thoughts about taking a swipe at Blitzo while he was so down like this. He sat listening and it only got worse, the more Blitzo went on. Moxxie had indeed heard Stolas call Blitzo his impish plaything. How could Blitzo be blamed for such a misunderstanding. Moxxie bit his lip as he listened and only when Blitzo was finished speaking did he exhale a breath he had not realized he was holding while the lovers’ entanglement was reiterated to him.

“...fuck.”

He didn’t often swear casually. But this was a ‘fuckton’.

“...It’s a lot. Blitz…I’m so sorry.”

But Stolas had given Blitzo the crystal. He had made sure Blitzo’s business would not flop. Which was the part that proved to Moxxie that the two had caught feelings for each other. Royals did not ensure imps were secure without there being a solid reason. 

It was impossible to accept Blitzo's attempt at normal conversation from there. "My night was uh, normal--Are you going to be okay tonight, Blitz? I’ve never seen you like this. I could call Loona to come pick you up so you wouldn’t have to drive home alone. I’m worried about you.”

He had trained himself to not wear his heart on his sleeve around Blitzo. It only ended up with him wounded. But now he was honest. Because right now Blitzo needed that. His friend needed that. They were not boss and employee while his friend was in need.

"It's perfect," Striker agreed. It wasn't perfect. It was small and they were going to be too damn close to each other for either of their comfort, but it would do the job. Looking around for some extra barrier, he grabbed a metal door off of its tracks from under a counter. It was loud, but there was so damn much noise out there right now, no one was likely to notice, and it might help protect them.

Once they were inside, he nodded to Fizz to help him. The metal door was flimsy enough that they could bend it into shape inside the closet with them--line the wall and cover the lower half of the door. It wasn't much, but it was something, a secondary barrier in case things got worse. If shrapnel tore through the closet door, the metal liner they'd added might at least slow it down some, at worst.

But it's something, he reminded himself, and we get by on every little something.

Now, with nothing left to do, it was just the two of them in a little closet, eyes gleaming in the dark. Moving carefully, so as not to bump or step on the clown, Striker sat down against one wall. He stretched out his legs and folded his arms, trying to at least pretend he was comfortable, calm. That things were alright. Pretending could get a person a lot farther than giving in.

"So. Fizzarolli, right? How you been? Been a while since you an' I crossed paths." He chuckled and closed his eyes. "Guess violent chaos is our theme."

For a brief moment, Fizz freezes at the sound of that familiar voice. Oh, fucking hell, not HIM. He didn't even have to look to know his guess was right, who else could it be? Face set in a grimace, he follows closely behind Striker not wanting to get left behind. & Definitely not wanting to get caught in the crossfire.

He winces at the sound of glass shattering & ducked inside the restaurant with him. "Yeah, thanks, oh knight in shining armor." he grumbles, still freshly annoyed that they had run into each other ——— again. 

At least this time was different, well, sort of. 

He nearly jumps at the sound of the massive boom. Eyes wide, he stands close behind Striker, hands awkwardly clinging to their arm. He was shaking. "Quickly, though, please." he hisses, wide eyed gaze searching the room for what they had mentioned. "I'd like to keep myself in check. Or else Angel's gonna get my fucking title." 

Not saying he didn't adore working with Angel, but like hell he was gonna be the second favorite star. Head shakes at the thought, squinting as he sees something in the far corner of the restaurant. 'Wait, wait. What's that ? " Stepping forward, he tugs at their hand, pulling him along as he ducks towards a closet that looked hopefully big enough for two. 

This was going to suck. 

"What about there ? " He pulls the door open, sighing as it reveals to be empty. & Definitely enough space for two. "It's ... better than nothing, right ? "