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That trademark self-assured grinning expression of his remains in place but only until the bold move by the other male, the swift action causes his line of eyesight to drop and follow along with the handling of his cane's tip, it's the brisk and unexpected tug that causes his eyes to widen.

Soon after his eyes are trailing upwards to meet the performer's gaze at which time the blonde's typical over-confidence kicks back in, he relaxes with a grin spreading.

"Ohhh, is that...uh, is that so~?" He says, a bit absent-mindedly, still mostly fixated on the other's hand wrapped around his cane.

If the taller fella wanted the king's attention, well, he surely had it for now.

The light and openly playful manner in which the sinner was going about this little exchange was really tickling at Lucifer's charismatic humorous side. And he certainly never could pass up a clear opportnunity to joke around.

Letting out a light laugh he continued. "You know, you're not wrong, least as far as I can tell up until now~"

"But uh, what would you say if I said you'd be surprised at how often the two intersect~? Oh yeah, they do meet in the middle at times and have a little rendezvous~" he chuckled, lowly.

"And I'd even go so far as to say that often times the latter does lead to the former~"

"And if Latin ain't yeh' thing, don't forget when it comes tah' meh' yeh' can always eat Italian~" Yes, that's totally a sex comment. Don't at him.

"So, uh, what did yeh' do t' land yeh'self here? We all got stories. What's yours." (Here's your random one liner starter lol)

She thinks for a moment, after a few perplexed blinks. "Well, I was doing my job in the mortal realm. And then I got distracted by a butterfly and some sparkly portal opened up."

Lily sighed as she let her shoulders slump a little. "It was probably a demon finishing up a different job or something. But it's still going to take a lot of energy to get back again."

"The longer yeh' hang around meh', the more at risk yeh' are. Ah' wouldn't wanna put yeh' through that." (Decided to send some angst to my darling Blitzy)

For a moment there, Blitz waited for the punchline. There had to be one coming, because nobody just came out with it and said sincere shit like that, not in real life. His expression went from one of expectation to a worried frown though in the next few moments, and then to a dark glower.

Looking down, Blitz took a few steps away. Hands on his hips, he glared at the ground, then gave it a good kick with the toe of a boot, still not looking over at Angel.

Talking to this guy was like talking to a mirror sometimes. It didn't get worse than that. Worse than them. Obviously.

"My life isn't exactly a safe one," he said, only halfway turning to look back at Angel. "It's fucked up. I'm fucked up. You hang out with me long enough, you'll get fucked up, too. Probably by me." He turned back to him now, his frown softening into a moment of unguarded pain, even as he tried to make his voice strong. "If you wanna puss out, be my fucking guest. But, you know. I kind of hope you don't." Fuck, he hated honesty. The imp frowned more, debating whether or not he should say that he was really enjoying getting to know Angel, or if that would just sound like a pathetic line at this point.

Probably.

So, instead, he walked over and offered Angel his hand, looking up at him--half demanding, half hopeful.

"Let's quit being little bitches together. Stop running from our bullshit. Together."

for @poisonedspider - continued from here, because we love Angel Dust and cleeaaaarly never want anything bad to happen to him

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"Oh, it's plenty fuckin' sus," Striker agreed, his voice calm and his eyes steady as he studied the spider. "Business like this always is, ain't it? "I hope you'll forgive me for tyin' you up. I plan to keep you that way until you give me some assurance you ain't gonna try to kill me, because I'd hate to have to put you down in a way that sticks. Can't have you respawning and going off to warn your pet Overlord." Although there was some heat to his words, everything about his body language was calm, self-assured. The imp didn't seem worried at all about things going badly, nor did he seem to have any actual animosity towards Angel. If he had to kill the beauty, he would, but it wouldn't be personal.

"I ain't the one that took you down, by the way. Someone else knocked you out, delivered you to me. And now, you're way outside'a your boundaries, kiddo. You get free of me, you'll be loose down in Wrath, and I don't think that'll end well for you." They were in a dingey little motel room, or so it seemed, but there was a distinct lack of noise. Up in Pride, in Pentagram City, there was always noise. Whether it was gunshots, screams, cars backfiring, or hotel residents fighting Heaven, Pentagram City was always bustling. One had to actively seek out silence, find solutions like noise canceling headphones or soundproof privacy booths.

But here?

Outside of these walls?

It sure sounded like there was nothing out there. Not another soul. No roads, no shouting. Nothing. Wind whistled and shushed around the building, and bits of dust filtered in through a small crack in the window, the precursor to a slowly approaching sandstorm.

Now that he'd given the spider at least half an understanding of what was going on, Striker picked up a bottle from where he'd left it on the sink. He unscrewed the top and took a swig to show that it wasn't poisoned, then poured a bit out so Angel could see what it was. Water, sure, maybe boring, but it was good and clean, and didn't smell like sulfur the way damn near all water in Hell did.

"So. What's it gonna be?" He crouched down and offered the bottle, tilting it so Angel could drink if he chose to. "You gonna cooperate with me, behave yourself?" Something in the dryness of his tone, or maybe the way his eyes never so much as strayed down the rest of Angel's body, implied that whatever Striker actually wanted from him, there wasn't going to be any sexual coercion or misconduct here. "Or do I leave you tied up here 'til you ain't useful to me anymore, then give you that long sleep you Sinners got robbed of?"

Blitz, what do you love about Angel Dust? (for @poisonedspider's Angel because they've been getting stupid anon hate and having a rough time and I saw you're one of their mains)

for @poisonedspider

"Uh..." Blitz narrowed his eyes at the stranger, frowning, but just shrugged after a moment. What could it hurt to compliment someone he really liked? So, he folded his arms and leaned back as far as the sticky little booth would let him.

"He's a lot smarter than people give him credit for, and he seems real like.. I don't know, fuckin' classy? You know? Like, he stares down all the shit people wanna put on him. Homophobic shit? He'll grin and that's like, you know. The fuckin' warning you get. You try to fuck with him with like wits and you're screwed before you even start--that guy has got a fucking vocabulary, and I don't think I can even spell half of the shit he can say. Well, I can't... really... spell much anyway, but listen," he sat up straight and pointed at them, "that's beside the point.

"Maybe he doesn't always believe in himself, but he carries himself like he's got some goddamn self-respect, and I think that rubs off on the people around him. Some guys with power and fame make you feel small, do whatever they can do to just like, you know, shit on the little guy, put people down. Angel Dust makes you feel taller than ever, and like the day's a little brighter or somethin."

SEXY ASK. You're clearly into Angel Dust (ahem, totally not poisonedspider, ahem). If you got to have one night with him, what would you do?

definitely not for @poisonedspider Blitz spins around in his chair, thinking about it.

"Honestly," he says after a moment, with a quiet little snort, "probably either give him emotional whiplash or make him lose all respect for me. Because we'd probably go back to one of our places all like, sexy and giggly and shit, you know? Teasing each other, making out, being playful...

"But look, I know myself. I fuckin'... I really love soft people? So once his clothes come off and he's given permission for me to touch him, all that fuckin' fur? It's a miracle if me an' Stolas can get through a night together without me like, freaking out and rubbing my face all over him, and kicking up and down alongside that lanky motherfucker so I can rub my whole body along his, cause I like the way the feathers feel. So.... yeah that, uh, that's proooobably going to happen to Angel? He looks so soft. I'd probably try to play it all cool at first, like..."

He mimes petting. "Oh, Angel, you're so soft, I like your fur, it's so nice... and..." More petting, more quickly. "I really like your fur... Aaaand then I'd be a lost cause and just have to like, pet all of his fur and rub against him and be a big fuckin' dork, because it's just like, it's, I don't know. A nice fuckin' feeling or something. So we'd go from sexy flirting to that, and then from there...

"Listen, don't ruin my like, cool image or anything here. But I like talking to my partners about what we're actually gonna do before we do it? So I'd ask him. Adult conversations, the uh, stuff of sexy fantasies, right?" Blitz looks down and fiddles with something on his desk, embarrassed. "If he said he's in the mood for some toys, I'd show him what I had in mind so we could pick together what looks good. If he's more in the mood for some romantic vanilla shit... I... can do that, too. Or... I can try. I don't... know how to--anyway.

"I really like topping. Domming. But that's not always somethin' you can just, uh, jump right into with someone, you know? Sometimes it takes a while for people to feel comfortable with offering their trust like that. So I wouldn't push for that.

"If all we get is one night together... guess I'd ask how he wants to get fucked, then spend the whole damn night trying to make sure it's the best he's ever gotten that way. But like, sincere-best. Not exaggerated porny best. I can't compete with that shit, with his job. I just... I'd want to leave him feeling great in the morning, you know? Like somebody.... Christ, fuck. Like he was heard, wanted, and like someone fucking cherished getting to spend that time with him. Being allowed to uh... be. With him. Like...

"You know what, I'm doing a whole lot of rambling here and it's waaaaay off topic for work, I'm just gonna--yep. Look at the time, gotta go!"

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.

"Happy Father's Day, daddy~" He smirked, leaning over and kissing the older on the cheek. "Ah'll be a good boy f' yeh' today and do whateva' yeh' wanna do tah' celebrate the holiday. Sounds like a good gift?"

Before the beauty had even finished talking, Blitz had gently but firmly pulled him into his lap. Golden eyes gleaming, he held Angel cradled against himself, loving this leggy, fluffy, soft, beautiful menace, who now had his full attention.

When Angel finished, Blitz grinned. He looked down at him, still holding him close, tail starting to swish. "You're always a good boy for me, baby," he said, and kissed Angel on the jaw--before biting him on the neck and just holding on for a moment, blissfully happy. Blitz wasn't drawing blood, not even close, but biting was absolutely one of his love-and-sin languages, and holding on as he bit? For the menace of an imp, it was bliss. He wrapped his tail around Angel, too; tail, arms, teeth, all held the beauty close, safe, and Blitz started purring.

A moment later, when he remembered Angel might want to hear actual words back, he let go and raised his head, resting a hand on Angel's chest.

"Sounds like the best damn gift. If you're gonna be my good boy," he caressed his abdomen, always a little in awe of just how strong Angel's slender body was under all of that fur, "get up and go lock the door. We're not getting interrupted this time. Then come over here and," Blitz leaned down, kissing him on the lips, possessive and gentle at the same time, "show Daddy how good you can be, on your knees."

Angel Dust deserved to be spoiled rotten, and if this was how he wanted to play? Blitz was more than up for the task. However tonight's playtime started, he knew exactly how he wanted to finish it, and how good he was going to try and make sure his baby felt.

@poisonedspider early morning surfing beach week

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Technically, it was early morning.

Technically.

Blitz hadn't actually slept though. So, for him, he was still debating whether or not it even was morning at all. Sure, the sky was a little brighter red than it had been a few hours ago, but... well, shit. Did that even count? Fun as it was to be here, this didn't really feel right as far as beach vacations went. Blitz had seen people who were at the real thing, and he knew that no matter how hard Hell tried, it was never the same.

So, when he saw Angel Dust out on the beach, he made what was probably going to be a terrible mistake, committing to a ridiculous plan.

Blitz grabbed a surfboard, tucked it under his arm, then managed to get a longboard as well. That one was a lot fucking harder to manage for him, but given how tall Angel was, it seemed a lot more the spider's size. He was strong enough to carry both boards, at least, even if it was a struggle to resist the temptation to dig his claws into the longboard. Blitz didn't want to ruin it, though, so he just kept readjusting his hold as he dragged it down towards Angel. It was really just the two of them on the beach at this hour, the waves were small and listless--and lame for surfing--and the end of the surfboard seemed loud as it hissed through the sand where Blitz had to drag it.

But all the same, when he made it to Angel, there was a definitely glint to his eyes and pure mischief in the imp's grin.

"Hey, Angel. You got some time?"

Blitz hefted up the bigger surfboard and offered it to him. The spade of his tail was twitching--a sign among imps that he was absolutely up to something and was barely trying to hide it, although the Sinner might not know that. Not that Blitz was hiding much at all, strictly speaking; Blitz was wearing little black shorts that fully revealed muscular thighs, and had a black cotton shirt on--unbuttoned, of course-- showing all of the toned muscle down his abdomen. There were large snowy-white patches of skin all over his body, the same as Angel would have been able to see on his face before. Blitz was wearing gloves again today, as always when he met Angel, but they were smaller than usual, just covering his hands to the wrist rather than going halfway up his arms the way his favorites did. One of his gloves had a glittering golden crystal embedded in it today, almost the same gleaming color as his eyes. There were usually large yellow pads on the backs of the gloves, so it wasn't that unusual, impact-absorbers to protect his hands during combat, but the gem was far prettier, sparkling in the red light.

Despite not having slept, the imp looked energetic and awake, genuinely pleased to see Angel.

"Paddle out with me. Even if there aren't any waves to catch. Please."

[for @poisonedspider, continued from here]

Vox smiled when Angel actually accepted the drink, then even more when he spoke to him. Despite them having lived together for so long, he and Angel had had very few one-on-one conversations. When they did, they were usually something short and to the point, like Vox asking what kind of pizza Angel wanted, or the civil exchange of greetings. The two of them didn't interact all that often, certainly not directly. All this time, that had been by design--his design, not Angel's. Vox didn't want the interaction or the intimacy. He didn't want the risk. Too much time with Angel might upset Valentino--or Angel, for that matter--and there was always too much work to do to risk adding more to it. Vox had so many projects happening at any given time, his attention was being pulled in so many directions, that he didn't enjoy having to deal with emotional...

Issues.

But lately, he'd begun realizing that was a mistake--especially when it came to Angel Dust.

The Tower was a little too quiet without Angel around. Something unexpected was missing when he wasn't there, something Vox couldn't name or fully understand; whatever it was, it left an ache behind, left the world too quiet. So this? Having an uncomplicated moment together? It felt nice. Overdue. Stupid, maybe, for so many reasons, but still. Nice.

Vox walked alongside him, smiling--the smile half for Angel and half for the sharks they were going to see.

When one of Angel's arms brushed his shoulder, Vox shivered. He buttoned his shirt up, realizing that maybe he wasn't comfortable showing quite so much of his pale blue skin right now, and hoped Angel hadn't noticed. It wasn't that he didn't trust Angel, it was--something else. Something about Angel, something Vox knew better than to think about. Something dangerous.

Something tempting.

"There's a difference between not being busy," he pointed out, twitching an eyebrow, "and being interested in doing something. Allegedly," playfulness making his eyes seem to sparkle, "it's good for people to just have some downtime. To do nothing." Not that Vox bothered with that often.. or at all. Relaxation was for people who didn't have their own business empires to run; even here, even now, he was constantly processing data and monitoring the projects that needed it most.

Angel probably knew him well enough to know that, and might well make fun of him for it, which Vox wouldn't even be able to say was wrong of him. There were things Angel and Valentino both seemed to understand about being a person that Vox just... didn't. But that was fine. It took all sorts, right? Either way, Vox was happy. There was some pep in his step as the two of them walked along to the lagoon, although for once, Vox didn't seem to be in a hurry. He wasn't rushing--walking next to Angel Dust wasn't something that should be rushed.

"So, do you... have any plans for this week? Other than look incredible, of course."

"Hey, Blitz? Ah'…..ah' know yeh' think yeh' gonna die alone because a lotta fuckas' have told yeh' that and….and ah' know yeh' ain't perfect by a long shot and have made some mistakes. But ah' just wanted yeh' tah' know that ah' lo-….ah'….lov-….geezus, nevermind. Ah' ain't even drunk. Ah' just….yeh' mean a lot tah' meh', okay? And that might sound pretty worthless comin' from a whore like meh' but ah'….wanted yeh' tah' know that."

Maybe for some people, a sweet and loving voicemail wouldn't break a heart.

Maybe for the lucky ones.

Blitz listened to it three times before he could breathe. He sat in his officer chair, feet up on the seat, tail and arms around his legs, staring down at the phone on his desk. The blue-white gleam from the screen and the golden glow from his eyes were the only lights in the room. Everything else was dark. Quiet.

"...ah wanted yeh tah know that..."

Angel sounded sincere.

He sounded like he meant it.

Angel Dust.

Angel Dust hadn't been at the party. Fizzarolli hadn't been at the party. Moxxie and Millie hadn't been at the party. Loona hadn't been at the party.

Blitz hit play again.

And this time, this time he heard it.

"I just wanted you to know that I lo-- I love..."

Eyes widening, he sat up slowly, dropping his feet to the ground. Blitz backed recording up and replayed that part. It--it couldn't be what it sounded like, because why the fuck would it? Why the fuck would anyone...

Shit.

Shit.

Feeling sick to his stomach, he stood up and walked over to put his face in the lemon tree. Hope no whores are stealing our lemons, he thought, the YouTube video still living rent-free in his head, loud and inane and completely out of place right now against Angel Dust's sweet voice admitting to-- almost admitting to something that had to be a mistake. Some cosmic fuckup. Because what if--

What if this time next year, Angel Dust was at the party?

What if he was the one leading a song?

What if he was the one aching with regret?

Blitz hugged the stupid tree, his breath shaky, fighting back tears. He wasn't going to cry. Not again. And somehow, he vowed, somehow he was going to protect Angel Dust from him. He was going to make sure Angel never, never ended up at the party.

"I won't break your heart," he whispered, not that Angel could hear it. When was he going to see him again--a few days? Blitz had lost track of time.

Fuck.

He straightened up, letting go of the tree, and leaned his head back.

The phone was quiet, so he walked over and hit Play again.

Angel's voice in the darkness, sweet and sincere, tentative, aware of the danger.

When I see him, Blitz told himself, I'll do whatever it takes to protect him. Anything. No matter what. Angel... Angel deserves better. He deserves so much better.

Love? How could anyone love a washed up circus imp like you?

"What, you mean like Stolas and Vizzy? And Angel? Fuck you." Blitz waved his hand dismissively at the stranger, although there wasn't really any heat to his voice; he didn't sound upset, or even like he really disagreed with them.

"They might have chosen the wrong guy, cause I--am. The wrong guy. A walking piece of shit and we all know it. But, listen." Abruptly, he plopped down on the empty stool next to this person, scooting over closer to them. "It's not my call. Whether or not they get to love me. I thought, for the longest fucking time, I thought that I had some say in it. So it always felt like I was tricking people, if they gave a shit. It always felt like, like I was doing something, fucking... You know. Wrong.

"But that is why I kept pushing people away. That shit attitude. That somehow, because I didn't believe in myself, no one else could either. You know how fucking long it took me to figure that out? How fucking many people I pushed away and hurt before a light clicked the fuck on? It's--listen. Bud. Take my advice? One drunk fucker to another: don't decide for other people that they're right or wrong to love you. Just try not to be a dick about it."