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Stolas has barely responded to Blitzø lately. What the f*ck is Blitzø doing wrong? He’s trying everything, he’s trying to do better, but no it’s all for nothing! Instead of attention from a beautiful bird, Blitzø is getting it from an obnoxious bitch of an imp who reminds him of said beautiful bird. And this asshole, Elios, is not giving up. No matter how much Blitzø pushes, Elios tries even harder. Nothing is working. And it’s pissing Blitzø off. And it’s making Blitzø even more suspicious. There’s something off about this f*cker. And Blitzø doesn’t like it.
He doesn’t like how tall he is, he doesn’t like that his hair is the same color as Stolas’ feathers, he doesn’t like his laugh and how, if Blitzø listens close enough, he swears he can hear little owl noises. He’s looking for pieces of Stolas in Elios because he, and you’ll never hear Blitzø say this out loud, but he misses Stolas. And Stolas is pulling away more and more. With nothing to say to Blitzø. Nothing that Blitzø is doing bad, nothing that he could be doing better. Nothing.
The full moon is coming up and Blitzø has no idea what he’s going to do or how Stolas is going to react. Is Stolas going to end their deal? Continue what they’ve been doing, where Stolas portals into the office at night, takes the book, then returns it the next morning? With just a text telling Blitzø what he’s doing and when the stupid book has been delivered back? No real communication, no more seeing Stolas’ face, no more hearing his cute hooted snores, no more pretending to be asleep just so Blitzø can hear about constellations and moons and plants? No more Stolas? Blitzø doesn’t like the idea. Hates it even. Hates it more than he hates Elios. But he hates it only a little less than he hates Striker.
Striker.
Blitzø slams his office door open. “Moxxie, Millie, meeting. Now.”
Both look at each other, a little startled but used to Blitzø’s antics by now. Loona just twitches her ear but doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t move any further.
Blitzø stomps into the meeting room and sits at the head of the table, arms crossed and waiting for the other two to enter.
“What do ya’ need, B?” Millie asks, shutting the door behind her.
“Striker.”
“What about him, Sir?” Moxxie asks as he pulls a chair out for Millie to settle into. It’s disgustingly domestic and sweet. Blitzø wants that.
“Was he working alone? Did someone hire him? Was he the kind of dude who’d get someone else to do spy work for him?”
“What’s all this about?” Millie asks with a small tilt of her head and her eyebrows furrowed in worry.
“Just answer the questions.”
“Blitzø, we were a little too busy fighting to get these kinds of answers. But from everything we know about him, he doesn’t seem like the type to work with other people,” Moxxie says, leaning back in his chair. It makes an obnoxious squeak.
“Yeah well he offered for me to join him in his f*cked up scheme to kill royals, so he’s not against working with others,” Blitzø hisses out. His tail is whipping behind him, but he doesn’t know if it’s from anxiety, anger, or some other emotion Blitzø doesn’t have the willpower to figure out and name.
“He seems a little too full of himself to work with someone else. Sorry, Sir, but I think that was just a way for him to get you on his side so he could continue his mission.”
Blitzø groans. “Well f*ck you too, Moxx! What about working for someone? He mention anything about that?”
Millie has a hand on her forehead. “B, what is all this about? We already told you we weren’t interrogating him, we were just trying to make sure Stolas escaped. Striker didn’t talk about his plans, we know nothin’ about him besides that he wants to kill royals!”
Blitzø stands up and begins to pace. “So you’re saying there’s a chance that there’s someone else? That someone else could have hired Striker and that that someone else could have hired another… certain imp?” He looks up from his boots.
M&M look at eachother and shrug. “What’s all this about?” Moxxie sounds done with this, he makes it sound like Blitzø is going insane and putting random theories out into the universe.
“I don’t like Elios. I don’t trust him and I don’t like how he tends to focus on me when I’m around.”
The couple share another look, like they’re communicating in some gross disgusting couple-y way. “He just wants to get to know ya, Boss,” Millie says. It’s soft and pitying.
Blitzø won’t give this up. “Elios has been stalking us! You ever notice how he arrives just in time to watch us walk out of the building? Or, again, the fact that he focuses on me, the one who has the most contact with a Goetia? Or how whenever one of you f*ckers bring up my ‘boyfriend,’” he says with air-quotes, “which I hate by the way, and I shut you down, he deflates like he was finally gonna get some information on Stolas? Let’s face it, Striker is most likely to have a vendetta against me due to Stolas’ and I’s,” Blitzø pauses and thinks with his hands, “transactional f*cking. It’s no wonder that this Elios guy is trying to get insight on me!”
“Honey,” Millie coos in a way one might to a baby. Blitzø would smack her if he didn’t know she’d chop his dick off in retaliation. And then he'd be useless to Stolas. Yeah, that wasn'tevergoing to happen.
“We think you’re being just a touch overdramatic,” Moxxie finishes.
“I don’t like that tall ass motherf*cker,” Blitzø glares. “Something about him rubs me in all the wrong ways.”
“Maybe that’s just ‘cause he has eyes for ya and you have eyes for His Highness,” Millie smirks.
Blitzø slams his hands on the table. The whole thing shakes and wobbles under the force. Something about it eases Blitzø, at least he still has strength. “This isn’t about the things I do or do not feel for Stolas, this is the fact that there’s a f*cking bitch who came out of nowhere and got you two attached to him far too easily for it to be normal. How many times has someone accepted help so easily from someone in Hell? This f*cker is doing everything he can to get on all of our good sides and it doesn’t feel right!” Blitzø takes a breath. “I’ll go to his little drink invite, but just to prove to you both that he’s up to something suspicious!”
Moxxie puts his head in both his palms and shakes his head. He looks so over Blitzø and his antics, but Blitzø learned long ago to trust his instincts. Always. It’s how he’s survived so long, and so, he could care less what his employees think about all this. He’s getting his proof, in some way or another.
But first, he wants to see Stolas. Now that he’s got it in his head, he has to make sure the lanky bird is okay. Even if he’s pulling away from Blitzø, it won’t stop Blitzø from caring about him. Unfortunately.
“Meeting over. You two can enjoy your time with Elios, I’m going to check on Stolas.” And with that, Blitzø collapses back onto his chair and takes out his phone to text Stolas. He’s going to his palace, regardless of Stolas’ response or lack thereof, but he’s learned to at least warn the prince when he’s breaking in. He figures it's more polite than always scaring the sh*t out of Stolas.
im cumin 2 c u
I’m ecstatic, but right now?
ye
And that’s the end. No response from Stolas, no confirmation or denial. Blitzø doesn’t know if he’s even welcome. Yes, Stolas may have said he was ‘ecstatic’ but is he really? It’s always so hard to tell from texts. Plus, what if he’s being influenced by some outside force, like Elios to say that? Yeah, Blitzø is going to see his bird right now.
When he finally makes it to the van, he sees M&M waiting, Loona casually leaning against the van as well. No sign of Elios. Suspicious. The man has been consistent with his schedule of meeting up with Moxxie and Millie for over a week now, and suddenly he’s not? When Blitzø plans to go to the palace and see Stolas? Yes, something doesn’t add up here and Blitzø is going to do everything he can to protect the Goetia.
“Where’s f*ckface?”
“He said he was sorry and something came up. He ran away before either of us could reply,” Moxxie shrugs. He’s so casual about it.
“Did you mention I was seeing Stols tonight?” Blitzø says accusatory.
Millie furrows her eyebrows and Loona full-on laughs. “No, we didn’t say anything. Why would we?”
Blitzø huffs and mumbles under his breath that there’s something wrong with the stupid imp, but unlocks the van and climbs in, ready to drop off his little family at their homes before seeing the prince.
***
Loona is acting weird during the entire ride back to their apartment. She keeps smiling at her phone, a little mischievous face through it. It isn't a ‘cute-guy-I-want-to-hook-up-with’ smile, instead, it has a hint of evil in it. If Blitzø wasn’t so focused on himself and making sure to make sure Stolas is safe, he might have questioned Loona further than: “Who are you texting?”
“No one.”
“Okay.”
And then, the door slammed closed and Blitzø is left with the screaming chorus of one of Loona’s favorite bands. Before he can second guess himself for seeing Stolas even after the prince is continuously pushing him away, Blitzø races toward the palace. What could go wrong? As long as Blitzø is there to protect Stolas from the creepy tall imp he’s certain is working to get information on Stolas or Blitzø or trying to kill one or both of them, then that’s all that matters. Blitzø has to make sure Stolas is safe. It’s the only thing that goes through his head until he almost drives right into the gates surrounding the obnoxious building. He’s lucky that whoever is manning the gates opened them fast enough. Especially since Blitzø doesn’t have enough money to fix a broken, or even totaled, vehicle.
Finally, Blitzø is jumping over the little fence of bushes and climbing up beautifully grown vines, being careful not to squish the half-grown blossoms as he goes.
Stolas is waiting for him on the balcony, a little half-smile on his face. He looks guilty. Blitzø doesn’t like the look. It makes him think Stolas really will let Blitzø go. Makes him think Stolas will ‘free him from this deal’ or whatever the sh*t he may be thinking.
It forces Blitzø to shift awkwardly on his feet and blurt something stupid out. “I’m horny and wanna get my dick wet. Ready to be f*cked?”
Blitzø isn’t even aroused, or not yet. Seeing Stolas completely naked and vulnerable, being able to run his forked tongue over Stolas’ long legs, and seeing the powerful prince quiver in excitement and anticipation will always make Blitzø excited.
It’s just that Blitzø doesn’t really want that, not right now. But what is he supposed to say? That he wants to make sure Stolas was safe? He wants to hold Stolas’ feathers and feel the warmth coming from his skin as a confirmation of the life within? He wants to protect Blitzø with his last dying breath?
No, Blitzø can’t say any of that, because this thing to Stolas is just ‘favors for favors.’ It’s just Stolas getting the sexual intimacy he never got from Stella. It’s Stolas being able to relax and forget about all his responsibilities as he drops into subspace. He doesn’t feel anything for Blitzø. How can he? Blitzø is a lowly imp who started out their relationship by stealing from and lying to Stolas. Blitzø is nothing compared to the beautiful demon standing above him, with hunger in his eyes and excitement on his face.
Blitzø will do what he has to in order to keep Stolas in his life. And if that’s lying and f*cking the bird until they’re both too exhausted to do more than that? Well, Blitzø will have to find a way to deal with it.
