For @questionablemuses, Because We Make Questionable Decisions. Blitz Thinks He Is Going To Run Into

for @questionablemuses, because we make questionable decisions. Blitz thinks he is going to run into Adam, little suspecting he's about to have a confrontation with himself...

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There were some things in life one had to take seriously…

And there were some things in life one had to just acknowledge were ridiculous from the start yet dive in anyway, knowing full-well it was going to be either an awesome or an awful time, nothing in-between. Challenging the former angelic general to a dance-off definitely fell under the latter category, Blitz was sure.

But, even if it was ridiculous crap, he was going to make the best of it.

Blitz hummed as he got ready that night. The work-day had been long and surprisingly tedious, and he almost wanted to call it quits on this whole dancing thing (because fuck if he wasn't having a goddamn existential crisis these days, after going to that fucking party), but a snack and a nap had done the trick, and he was feeling himself a little more now. Tight black pants–not leather, because leather was too grippy and he wanted to be able to be the smoothest bastard this guy had seen–and a tight black t-shirt with chrome rings for the spines on his back. Dark eyeliner, his shorter gloves (fuck the crystal glittering on the back of his left; no matter what he wore, or even when he wore nothing, the crystal was still there), nicer than usual shoes. Oh yeah, he was here for this shit.

Even if Adam wasn’t.

The thought made Blitz grin. Yeah, Adam could hide out if he wanted to, but Blitz had issued a challenge and he was going to give the fucker one more chance to man up and take it.

So, he made his way to a suitably creepy parking lot with sus lighting, picked the creepiest streetlight, and leaned against it, arms folded, in the most casually sexy pose he could manage while still looking nonchalant.

When he heard the crunch of a boot on some bit of gravel or grit, the imp grinned. That must be Adam. Who else would come towards him out here? Without looking, Blitz said, “And here I thought you'd be too scared to come down here and dance-fight me.” He examined his claws. “Not gonna let yourself be intimidated by a widdle imp wike me, aww you? Good for you, you psycho fu..."

He had finally turned to see who was approaching him, but that sure as shit wasn't Adam. That looked like...

Blitz's jaw dropped.

Blitz treats all of his one-night stands, or one week stands, like they're a lover. That's the reality he doesn't let people see when they're not in bed together; in bed is the only place his walls actually come down, and he lets himself be incredibly affectionate. He loves to praise his partners. He'll do dirty talk if he thinks they want it. He'll do damn near anything he thinks they want.

But what he wants? Is to give affection, both physical and romantic.

Blitz confuses his one night stands, I think, by being really goddamn nice to them in bed, and afterwards. He loves holding them. Snuggling them. Being the big spoon. He treats them like a lover in love...

So when he then doesn't call them a few days later, I don't think anyone can blame them for aching. Blitz mixes every damn message. Treats them like they're all that matters when they're together, and then afterwards, doesn't understand why this one night stand sent him a voice memo where they're obviously crying.

He's starting to figure that out, post Apology Tour. He'll get there.

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.

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.

Thankfully, they were far enough out from shore that the waves and the morning breezes probably carried away at least some of Angel's scream, if not most of it, but Blitz still jumped, eyes widening in startlement. He turned to look, closing the portal as he did--

Angel.

Human Angel.

Angel how he was supposed to look, once upon a time. Beautiful and alive, eyes sparkling with vitality even if his upset and precious face was sparkling with seawater. Blitz didn't know if Angel was alive again or if the crystal had just given him a damn good disguise, but either way, he was stunning.... aaaaand they'd just had that discussion about drowning.

Blitz moved over to help him back up onto his surfboard. The imp was still in his demonic form, so he was careful with his claws as he helped pull Angel up. After a moment though, just the briefest hesitation, Blitz touched the crystal again, connecting to the energy that was so deeply a part of him now.

The human disguise took quickly.

Blitz wasn't anywhere near as beautiful as Angel. He was muscular, the build of a fighter so different than the musculature of a dancer. Dark olive skin--save for his burns. Angel might not have known they were burns before, Blitz reflected, but there was no missing it now. His burns scars were thick and dark, an ugly testament to the pain of that survival. He looked down at his hands, at the warped skin that brought back too many memories. Imp-skin took scars more elegantly--almost like Lucifer had made them to suffer, Blitz thought.

"Guess we better look the part." Blitz smiled, albeit a little hesitantly. The mark on his forehead was still there, and his head was clean-shaven, his eyes a rich and inviting maroon with little flecks of gold. He looked sweet--dangerous, sure, he absolutely looked like the kind of guy who could beat a man to death, but there was absolutely a sweetness there, a sincerity.

"I just figured, you know. If we're gonna have a beach week, let's have a few hours where it's real. Where it... doesn't feel so fuckin' hopeless and hollow." He looked back at the lush green hills, at the cliffs rising here and there with patches of golden beach between them. The air smelled incredible, a smell that Hell could never, never compete with. No amount of Bee's brews or confections could be as sweet as this.

Blitz closed his eyes and leaned his head back. It felt strange not to have a tail or horns, but for a little while, it was nice. So nice.

"You okay?"

Most people would probably think that a twink like Angel Dust wouldn't be able to keep up with something this athletic. Joke's on fucking them. Being a stripper and a dancer meant he had plenty of strength, and he didn't even struggle or lose breath as he paddled out, following Blitz. It probably helped that he had extra arms, and way more height than the other, but it wasn't hard to keep up at all.

He stopped when the imp had, sitting up and resting two of his hands back against the surfboard behind him, leaning back as they just, well, bobbed there. Like Blitz had said. Once the other started speaking, Angel raised an eyebrow in confused curiosity, "....ah' ain't got no shrooms or molly or nothin' out here, man, so ah' ain't know how we gonna take a trip." A snort, though his eyes widened as Blitz raised up that crystal and -

"Holy. Fucking. Shit." It took a lot for Angel Dust to be absolutely stunned into silence, but this was one of those moments. It wasn't the Earth that he knew, because he had never been anywhere close to Hawai'i. He was part of the concrete jungle of Brooklyn, the most water access he had being the Hudson River, whenever him or his brother or dad had to throw bodies into it.

But he knew that was Earth. The human world. The world of the living. He hesitated, not even out of fear, but because...what if he couldn't go through that portal? What if he double died? Sinners weren't allowed to leave the Pride Ring. He had obviously never tried it, but. Blitz seemed to go through no problem, but of course he hadn't - he was an imp. He was hellborn. Hellborn didn't have the same limitations as sinners.

But Angel Dust would hate himself if he didn't try. If he double died, so be it he supposed. At least he would get to feel genuine sunlight one last time. He took a huge breath as if steadying himself, before paddling up and towards the portal, pushing himself through it and - oh. Oh. Okay. He wasn't...he wasn't dead. He knew that much. He had closed his eyes far too tightly as he had passed through, but felt the warmth of the sun right away, the lap of the waves on his legs.

It felt....different. Eyes peeking open, one at a time, he laughed lightly, pushing hands through his hair. "Holy crap, that was...what was...wait...." Everything was happening so quickly, but he knew things for certain. Things felt different, because his hair was not just the typical fluff of his body that he had in Hell. It felt more coarse and more curly, and definitely more short. He pulled his hands away, placing them in front of his face and -

Letting out what was a scream that would honestly probably wake up half the island if they were close enough to shore. He literally flipped backwards off the board into the ocean, resurfacing and coughing as it stung and filled his lungs and his heart. His heart. He scrambled to grab onto his board, which was definitely more challenging without his other set of arms, feeling like a fucking newborn doe trying to walk again, clinging desperately. "What th' fuck. WHAT TH' FUCK. BLITZ. WHAT TH' EVA' LOVIN' FUCK DID THAT THING DO."

(Okay but this cutie in a pink bikini top I am dying.)

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.