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“Is it so crucial that you spend time with the, ‘boys’ this weekend? You know how much I’ve been looking forward to seeing the butterfly exhibit at the botanical gardens. It only happens a handful times a year because-“

“Yeah, I know, because earth butterflies are a bitch to catch and have some special migrating schedule, you’ve told me before.” 

“Then you know how special it is to me. Can’t you reschedule your boy outing this one time?”

“Sorry Stols, it’s an iron clad rule that Saturday is for the boys.”

“Can I at least join you this time?”

“Babe, it’s for the boys. No partners allowed.”

“But Millie is part of that group and she isn’t even a boy!”

“Yeah, but she can hang like the rest of them. If she had a dick, it would probably be as big as mine. Or whatever strap she uses on Moxx, HA!”

“Does that mean Millie is more of a boy than me in your eyes?”

“Relax, you’re the boy friend . That’s more special than going out on the town with my regular boys. Besides, we live and work together, don’t you get sick of hanging around me all the time?”

“No,” in the most earnest tone he could muster. “Do you get sick of me?”

“Oh, don’t try to play that game with me. Of course I’m not sick of you. But it’s normal to set aside time with just friends. Let loose. Talk shit. That sort of thing.”

“I don’t want to see the butterflies on my own again. The only friends I have are your friends, and they’ll be with you.”

“Not all of them. You can hang with Mox.”

“What? But…is he not one of your boys?”

“He was in the beginning before Millie joined IMP. When they started dating he brought Millie on boy night even though he knows the damn rules, but at the end of the night she more than earned her spot. Which meant Moxxie had to go. You can’t have a boys night with those two together.”

“Didn’t that hurt Moxxie’s feelings?”

“Nah. He was more relieved than anything. I schedule time with him separately. Ask Moxxie to go with you.”

“Perhaps. You think we would get along?”

“Oh yeah, you two have so much in common, I’m surprised you haven’t hit each other up sooner. I’d rather you be with him than mope all alone.”

“Maybe. But…there’s something else I want to ask.”

“Shoot,” while pointing a finger gun towards Stolas.

“I understand that quality time with friends is important…a-and I don’t want to be a nag…or keep you tethered with me all the time but…is it possible you don’t want me to come because you’re trying to get away from me?”

“What?!”

“Never mind!! Forget I said anything, I’ll phone Moxxie and see-“

“Stolas.”

“Yes?”

“I’m not sick of you. Really. You would know it. Do I come off that way?”

“No, but…Stella would always throw parties or go out to tea with her friends as a way to avoid being with me. She said so herself dozens of times.”

Blitzø thought back to what Stolas said at Verosika’s party. I want to know what it’s like…to not be alone. Fuck, of course. That’s why the former prince would call on him outside of the full moon. The only demon interaction Stolas got was probably his stuffy colleagues and servants. Blitzø can assume that demons didn’t choose to hang out with him unless they had a reason. Shit. Blitzø was no better, he thought. Maybe the reasons changed over time for him, but there was always the underlying reason of their arrangement. 

Blitzø swung his legs over the couch like he was hopping a fence so he could sit on said couch. He slapped his thighs to signal Stolas to come over. When the bird walked around, Blitzø laid on his side with his back towards the back cushions. The imp held his arms out to tell him to join him. 

Stolas sighed before he knelt down to sit on the couch and lay across from his impish lover. He was beginning to feel embarrassed that he’s making a scene about Blitzø just going out to see friends, acting like a spoiled child. Blitzø adjusted Stolas to scoot down so he could hold the owl against his chest. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that, Stols.” Blitzø combed his claws through his head feathers while giving him a squeeze with his other arm. “I promise I’m not trying to run away from you. Not anymore. I always come back, don’t I?” Blitzø asked in a soft playful tone.

“You do. I’m sorry. I know you aren’t like that. I just worry…that I’m pushing you away with my thoughtless words or actions like before.” Stolas squeezed Blitzø back twice as hard. It helped calm his nerves ten-fold.

“Honestly, I think about that too. I mean, saying or doing something so stupid that you decide to live somewhere else.

“Unless you told me explicitly to leave, nothing would make me want to leave this.” Stolas moved his head from the crook of Blitzø’s neck to look up at his face to give him a peck on the lips. Blitzø smiled back at him and kissed him again.

“Good. I wouldn’t want it any other way.” Blitzø felt so warm from all these sentimental feelings, he moved down to pepper his owl with kisses all over his face all the way down to his neck. Stolas squirmed and giggled at the act but didn’t try to stop him. Blitzø felt the need to let his cute aggression out by giving Stolas a light chomp on his shoulder to tease him further, which made Stolas let out an unflattering yelp.

“Alright, let's get this show on the road. Your sexy, bird wiles can’t stop me from seeing the boys.” Blitzø gave him another peck on his beak before scrabbling up the back cushions before tumbling on the ground. Stolas was still hooting in delight when he sat up to look over the couch. 

“Are you alright, love?” Stolas asked, trying to hide the smile on his face behind one hand.

“That was nothing, now hurry up and get ready!”

—

It took some convincing from Blitzø for Stolas to make the call to Moxxie. He would keep talking himself out of it and try to insist that he was actually fine on his own. Stolas didn’t want to feel like a burden and guilt Moxxie into hanging out with him. To his surprise, Moxxie seemed flustered by the request. 

Blitzø drove them both to Moxxie and Millie’s place so he could pick up Millie and drop off Stolas. It felt so strange to be in someone else’s apartment. Moxxie and Millie usually come to Blitzø’s apartment when they all hang out or they all go somewhere together. This is the first time Stolas has spent one on one time with Moxxie outside of work.

Stolas was sitting on their couch while Moxxie offered to make them both tea. It was a nice change of pace to have so many options to choose from. Stolas was trying to save money and just get what he needed when he came to tea. Now they were both sitting together in the living space with a cushion separating them on the couch. “I hope it’s to your liking, your highness.”

“Moxxie-”

“Right, right. Sorry. It’s been months, you think I would get it by now.” Moxxie took a sip of his tea to cover up the slip up.

“It’s alright. I’m still getting used to things myself. It’s not often I’m out somewhere without Blitzø or Loona to help me with the chores or errands. Thank you again for having me in your home.”

“It’s my pleasure your- I-I mean…Stolas. I thought you were the type to want to spend time by yourself. Especially when Blitzø is away.”

“Oh, I’ve had too much time to myself, honestly. Because of my circumstances, I can’t exactly make any new friends in Imp City.”

“Yeah, that would be difficult.”

“I’m curious. Don’t you feel left out not being out with ‘the boys’” Stolas finger quoted at Moxxie. 

Moxxie just let out a sharp “HA” after taking a sip from his cup. “Hardly. It’s not all that different than when I’m with them both for work. When it’s them going out for fun, they’re hard to keep up.”

“Yes, Blitzø is rather energetic when he spends time with his friends. But I quite like that about him. I was always taught that It’s not very proper for royals to get overly excited at any social function. Oh, I hope I’m not keeping you from any plans today.”

“Don’t worry, I usually stay in on the weekends and relax, like reading books and catching up on some of my shows. When you called asking to come over, I was worried you would be bored hanging out with only me.”

“I don’t think you’re boring at all. I didn’t want to impose and have you feel obligated to entertain me. But…I would like to get to know you better as…acquaintances?” Stolas felt like saying friends would be coming on too strong. Before the trial, he only ever saw Moxxie in a work setting in the background. Then, when he joined IMP, he became a reliable co-worker. It never crossed his mind to try and be any closer to Moxxie or Millie outside of work. The prince just assumed they wouldn’t be interested.

“It wouldn’t be an obligation to spend time with you, let’s do it!” Moxxie said happily as he turned on the TV. “How do you feel about watching Hella-novela?”

“I’d feel fantastic! Since we came home late after work yesterday, I didn’t have a chance to watch the latest episode.”

“Then it’s your lucky day! Huh. I thought you would find shows like that too trashy. Which, I know they are, but the story just really sucks you in.”

“Don’t I know it! It’s only one of my favorite shows! Ooooh, this is so lovely to have another person I can talk to about it.”

“Blitzø doesn’t like it?”

“Not at first, but it’s exactly as you said, he eventually got invested when it was revealed that Gabriella had been with Alejandro’s twin brother the whole time. But he’s more of a casual watcher. Meanwhile I follow all the actors on all their social media.”

“Really? Personally, I regularly post on the fan forum. After that arc aired, so many people posted all the signs that were there before it happened. It’s a thriving community.”

“Do send me a link! I’d love to have a space to post all my conspiracies. I’ve only ever told Blitzø and he’s only mildly interested at most.”

“Of course! But make sure you hide your identity. If you think people are mean to you in person, you aren’t emotionally prepared for what people get away with saying online.”

“Please, I’ve heard it all. But you are right nonetheless.”

--

With a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table and the TV screen illuminating their faces as they watched the beginning of the Alejandro twin arc, the unlikely pair were glued to the screen. They were constantly pausing and pointing things out to each other, and then guessing what would happen next when it came to the new episodes. Moxxie would find himself sitting closer to Stolas when he would start geeking out about the show. 

At one point, Moxxie was getting a little tired from talking so impassionately with Stolas. He only ever got this worked up about his interests with his wife. Moxxie had his head leaned back against the couch and would slowly nod off. His body would lean towards Stolas and would have his head against his arm. Moxxie would jerk up quickly when he he realized how close he was.

Stolas paused the episode before turning to Moxxie. “Do you need to rest?”

“Ah, I’m okay! Sorry, I’m so used to watching this show with Millie, I got a little comfortable,” Moxxie explained and gave a nervous laugh, hoping he didn’t cross any lines.

“That's quite alright. But for the record…I don’t mind if you lean on me. If you wanted to, that is.”

“Are you sure that’s okay? Now that you're dating Blitzø, I don’t think he would be happy if my scent got on you.”

“You think it would upset him that much?”

“He’s extremely possessive of you.”

“But Blitzø told me that imps are comfortable with cuddling between friends and lovers.”

“We are, but this is Blitzø we're talking about. He operates in extremes and doesn’t listen to reason when it comes to his loved ones.”

“Don’t be silly, he should know that I would never do something to betray his trust. Really, it isn’t a bother.”

“If you insist…but don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

—

“Moxxie!! You aren’t helping with the bi stereotypes when I see you acting like a hoebag with MY BIRD.”

“Oh, I better not be hearing you call my Moxx a hoebag!”

“Damn straight I am, bitch! Moxxie knows better than to stick his nose in other people's snatches!”

“And you know that no one can call my man a hoebag but me! So choose your next words veeeeery carefully.”

“Nothing is off the table when anyone tries to get their dirty little snout a little too close to what belongs to ME!”

Stolas winced and pulled the phone away from his head when the shouting escalated. He heard Blitzø’s phone makes a thump on the other line and can make out the hisses and fighting between their respective partners. He could also make out Fizz trying to keep them apart and calm them down before the call dropped. 

“Oh dear…” Stolas mumbled when looking back at his phone. Moxxie started to come to and sat up from his spot on Stolas’s lap.

It initially started with Moxxie just leaning his body against the owl while they had their favorite show on. Eventually, Moxxie began to migrate down to Stolas’s lap and curled his body on top his thighs. The imp let out a very faint whimper when he was settled. 

Stolas couldn’t bring himself to wake up his new friend when he got himself so comfortable. He could see why Blitzø took such an abnormal liking to Moxxie. He looked positively darling in his sleep. Stolas couldn’t help that imps seemed to like his feathers for their warmth and comfort. It took some time to get used to Blitzø being so handsy with him when he moved in. And not in a sexual way. Blitzø just always had himself close proximity to Stolas or a clear view of him when they were apart. Which is why Stolas offered himself to Moxxie when he wanted to take a short nap.

But then Blitzø called Stolas unexpectedly. 

“Is everything okay?” Stolas asked in a hushed whisper to not wake Moxxie. 

“Yeaaaaaah! Everything ‘s good! Just wanted to make sure Moxxie was on ‘is best be-behavior!” Blitzø slurred on the other line. Him, Millie and Fizz were at their third stop of the beer crawl they signed up for. 

Stolas looked down at Moxxie and realized his hand unconsciously was resting on top of his head, so he removed it slowly. Maybe Moxxie had a point about Blitzø’s jealousy. But hiding anything implied he was doing something wrong, and he wasn’t! He knew Blitzø just cared a lot for the prince but wouldn’t let himself be a doormat like in his previous marriage.

“Today has been wonderful, darling. We spent the last couple of hours watching Hella-Novela together. But it seems as though Moxxie got a bit tuckered out, so he’s napping currently.”

“Hmmmm…he didn’t trick you i-into bed wit’ ya, did he!?” Blitzø asked, sounding suspicious.

“Sweetheart, we’re in the living room with the television paused. Nothing of the sort is happening here.”

“S-Send me a picture! I miss you…you mad at me?”

“Of course not. I was the one that overreacted. I’m having loads of fun here, don’t you worry.” Stolas brought the phone back so he could take a selfie. His arms could stretch far out enough to show himself sitting on the couch with Moxxie on his lap like an earth cat. He knows this will enrage his partner if he sends this but he would rather be transparent towards Blitzø than be deceitful. 

That's when the shouting commenced and Millie entered the call to defend her husband's honor. Stolas just told himself he would make it up to him the next time they’re alone. Blitzø rarely seemed to hold grudges against the prince after talking things out. 

“What was that?” Moxxie asked when he moved to sit back next to Stolas at a respectable distance. 

“Sorry for waking you. It was only Blitzø checking in.”

“Uh-oh. What did you say?”

“The truth, of course! That we were watching TV and later you fell asleep against me. He sounded very drunk, so of course he’s going to work himself up more than usual. Millie stepped in and the two began to fight with one another before the call ended.”

“That sounds about right.”

“Is it okay that I told him that? You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t have a lot of interpersonal experience. I just don’t feel comfortable lying to Blitzy.”

“I get it. I have a hard time keeping anything from Millie. I planned our proposal a months in advance and had the hardest time hiding my nerves about it. She thought I was going to break up with her because I was acting so strangely.”

“The surprise must’ve made her both so happy and relieved. Oh, I don’t think I ever complimented you on that beautiful song you sang for Mildred at Ozzie’s.”

“Haha, thanks. But I feel partially responsible for your date with Blitzø going so horribly. He had this habit of stalking us during our dates. If he hadn’t done that and dragged you with him, maybe things would’ve turned out better.”

“On the contrary, Moxxie. As humiliating as that night was for both of us, it was quite the turning point in our relationship. I don’t regret being with Blitzø that night. I just wish I could’ve gone about everything differently. That reminds me.” Stolas took a deep breath and angled his body more towards the imp. “I apologize for saying anything…patronizing or disrespectful towards you and your kind in the past. I’m making an effort to listen better and behave appropriately with all of demon kind.”

“Thank you, Stolas. It’s brave of you to admit to that kind of ingrained classism in your past behavior. I think you’re doing great since you became the new secretary. We see how much you try everyday.”

“I really do. It means a lot that you think that. Anywho. What shall we do now?”

“Why don’t you pick this time? I’ve got some board games you can choose from. Or maybe we can go out somewhere?”

“You know, I was interested in seeing the butterfly exhibit at the botanical garden.”

“Ooo, we can do that! Millie and I had a date there once upon a time. It took her a while to get used to not squashing the butterflies when they would land on her.”

“I bet it was splendid. I actually asked Blitzø to go with me today but alas, it was boys night tonight.”

“What? And he didn’t drop everything to take you?”

“Oh no. He didn’t want to break the rule that Saturday is for the boys, as he put it.”

“Pardon my language but what an asshole! Did you tell him it only comes a couple times a year?”

“Yes, I did. B-But I don’t mind! Really! Blitzø and I are practically attached to the hip. He has the right to have time with his friends without me.”

“I agree but I can tell by looking at you that you probably had your heart set on going there with him today. Uh…is that why we-“

“Stop right there! I didn’t come to spend time with you because you were a backup plan or anything like that. Honest. I just didn’t want to be alone all day and Blitzø was the one that recommended I reach out to you. But I wasn’t sure…if that was something you wanted, perse.” 

Moxxie frowned and looked down at his lap, seeming unsure what to say to that exactly. “What made you think I wouldn’t want to?”

“I don’t know. Nothing specifically. I’m just used to not being liked by most demons.”

“But you’re a Goetia. You were born into that world. I don’t understand why they wouldn’t accept you in the first place.”

“They don’t like that I don’t subscribe to the same ideals that they do. Or that I don’t fit into their cookie-cutter ideal of a royal. It can be a lot of things honestly.”

“Well…I think you’re great just the way you are. Obviously, Blitzø likes it too, so it’s a good thing that you aren’t like them. I always knew you were one of the nicer royals. If we didn’t have your book, we would be barely making ends meet being assassins in hell.”

“You really think that of me?” Stolas was extremely touched by the sentiment. Maybe too good. “Hold on, did Blitzø put you up to say all that?”

“Fuck that, Blitzø doesn’t control me. If I really didn’t want to be your friend, I would’ve said no to you coming over.”

“Would you still say that back when I did have power and magic?”

“Eeeeeeeeh…I mean…look, I only knew what Blitzø said about you back then.”

“I’m just teasing you, I understand. I know the Goetia aren’t an approachable bunch. So, what did Blitzø say about me back then? I can imagine it wasn’t complimentary.”

“Oh, you know Blitzø, his way of showing affection is…different than most. But if it’s any consolation he never complained about your competence in bed. Eh?”

“Yes, that was the extent of our relationship back then. You know, Blitzø said that he talks shit when he’s out with the boys. Can we do that?”

“Talk shit? We could…but if we do you can’t tell Blitzø about what we talk about.”

“Yes yes, I understand. Now. What was Blitzy like before IMP started working for sinners?” Stolas asked, bright eyed and curious. He wanted to fill that void between when they met as kids to when they reconnected. He wanted to know everything about Blitzø.

“It’s not exactly talking shit but okay. When we first met, he had this blind optimism about stuff. He wouldn’t let prejudice or class get in the way of his goals. Whenever anything felt impossible or hopeless…he was there to slap me around until I started thinking of solutions.”

“My light…that’s just like him.”

“That’s nice and all, but you wanted to talk shit. So come on, tell me your grievances about Blitzø. The kind of stuff people rant about to their friends.”

“Grievances? My Blitzø has been the perfect gentleman I have you know!”

“I’m not talking about serious issues. Like pet peeves. Or just stuff that’s happened between you two that you want to talk about.”

“Ooooh. I see." Stolas was so used to demons talking shit about him rather than being the shit-talker himself. "If that’s the case…I suppose Blitzø can be overly doting. I assumed he only acted like that because I was in such a dark place. But he hasn’t stopped.”

“That’s because he liked you for a while, you know.”

“If you’re teasing me right now, I don’t think it’s very amusing.”

“No, really! Millie and I clocked it ages ago. You should’ve seen him after you gave him that crystal. He was a WRECK.”

“A wreck you say?”

“Yes!! We didn’t work for two months! He impulse bought sooooo much garbage and literally would lock himself in the office to mope and watch trash earth TV.”

“So…with all that being said…he still said no to seeing the butterflies with me.” Stolas slammed his fist on the coffee table in front of him and stood up. “You know what, we should see the butterfly exhibit without him! If spending time with his boys is so important, then I can spend time with my…boy?”

“Yeah!! That’s the spirit! But you can just call me your friend. We need more people to be considered ‘the boys’, so to speak.”

“It’s settled then!”

--

With all that being said, Stolas and Moxxie made their way to the butterfly exhibit via public transportation. Definitely not Stola’s preferred method of transportation. Luckily, Moxxie was able to take charge of paying the bus toll and lead them both to a seat. Stolas tried not to make eye contact with anyone on the bus since demon’s still had a negative perception of the former prince. It’s one thing when you’re just passing by people who hate you. Having to sit in a shared space with nowhere to hide from all the judging eyeballs on him was extremely uncomfortable. With his legs scrunched up and hands on either side of him, his fingers started to tap quickly to get his nerves out.

Blitzø had the crystal and his van, so he hasn’t had to travel with locals around before. It made him anxious. Moxxie could feel Stolas bouncing and tapping away in his seat. He knew he didn’t have the same commanding energy that Blitzø did if demons started to bother Stolas. The only thing he could think to do to support Stolas was to slowly place his hand over Stolas’s tapping fingers. Stolas darted his head down towards the imp and looked down at his hand. He was about to pull it away, thinking he was in the way, but Moxxie clamped down around his talons to help calm him down. Stolas smiled and let Moxxie squeeze his hand. 

--

The exhibit was as bountiful as he remembered. Flora and native earth plants and trees everywhere so the butterflies felt at home. 

Stolas enjoyed spotting butterflies in hard to see places so he could take pictures of them. He would show them to Moxxie after so he could enjoy them as well. While they would be enjoying a view, Moxxie would read aloud the placard for Stolas since it was more at an imp height. 

“Moxxie! These flowers over here have finally bloomed! Last time I was here, they were still small buds.” Stolas pointed it out on a very tall shrubbery that was at Stola’s eye level. Moxxie looked straight up but squinted, not quite getting a great look from down below. “Would you like a lift?” Stolas offered.

“Would you? Are you sure that isn’t too intimate?”

“Relax Moxxie, Blitzø isn’t here to intimidate you.”

“Psh, I’m not intimidated by him! I’m just being respectful,” Moxxie defended on his part, crossing his arms. 

Stolas rolled his eyes anyways and leaned down to pick him up by his underarms and sat him on his shoulder. Moxxie let it happen and was rewarded with a sweeping view of the whole exhibit. Moxxie looked around in awe before looking at the flowers Stolas mentioned. “It’s actually a lot easier for us to converse like this,” Moxxie commented.

“I agree. Just let me know when you want to return to the ground,” Stolas said as they continued along the trail. Things were going very smoothly. 

Of course, just when Moxxie was starting to enjoy himself, he felt eyes on him and Stolas. He would catch movement nearby that wasn’t natural. Before he could warn the bird, Stolas showed him a secret beehive that was sandwiched against the tree trunk and a branch. Moxxie stopped surveying and looked to where Stolas wanted. 

As though it was on queue, when Moxxie let his guard down he got hit by a baseball-sized rock from behind and fell down off of Stolas to the dirt covered ground. Stolas let out a loud gasp and was leaning over to help Moxxie up before he felt something on his back. Stolas reached an arm behind him and grabbed the collar of whoever was climbing him and brought them around to his face. 

“Heeeeeey, Stols. Surprise!” Blitzø said sloppily to Stolas, raising his arms up in the sky like he just stuck the landing.

“Blitzø! What are you…i-it wasn’t necessary for you to do that to Moxxie!”

“Who s-said it was me? Prob-Probably lost his balance, the goof.” Blitzø snickered to himself. 

Stolas looked down and saw Millie was there too, helping Moxxie up from the ground and out of the exhibit before they get stung by bees.

“I’m sorry, I tried stopping him but he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Damn slippery,” Millie explained.

Stolas looked back up at Blitzø, his eyes half lidded and his tongue poking out like he didn’t have a care in the world. 

“Come on, gimme a kiss for Daddy~” Blitzø cooed as he puckered his lips at him. Stolas shook his head and dropped him on the ground as punishment.

“Blitzø, I told you I was having a good time with Moxxie, you didn’t need to come all this way,” Stolas said.

Blitzø slowly got back on his feet, about to climb his way back to where he was but Stolas grabbed and placed him down again. “What the fuck? Y-You said you wanted me to come! I’m heeere!”

“I didn’t ask you to leave your friends to find me. You are the one that didn’t want me out with you on ‘boys night’ and now it’s you that 's breaking the rules!”

“Ah, rules are made to be broken. Now c’mon! Let’s look at some bugs!” Blitzø slurred, shifting his weight from side to side. A butterfly fluttered and landed on Blitzø’s arm, which by instinct made him smash it with his hand like you would with a mosquito.

“That’s it.” Stolas was exasperated at this point. He leaned down to pick up Blitzø, which the imp thought it was a good thing and let himself go limp. Stolas had to cradle him against his chest with one arm while the other went for the gauntlet with the crystal on it. Stolas slipped it off and rubbed it with one talon to make a portal to his apartment. 

Blitzø started to get a bit drowsy laying against his boyfriend’s soft and warm feathered chest, he started to close his eyes. When he opened them, he saw he was laying on the couch in his apartment all of a sudden. He went to rub the crystal that was usually on his arm but instead was just rubbing his forearm with no avail. 

--

Stupid Moxxie. Stupid alcohol. Stupid brain. Why can’t he be normal and not let his intrusive thoughts win for once? Thinking if he showed up to surprise his boyfriend, he would see it as a sweet gesture,  only to be fast-traveled right back to his couch. Our couch?

Fuck, Blitzø is so rusty in the romantic relationship department. 

His head darted up from the beanbag chair when he heard the door open. He was happy Stolas still came home after the show he put on at the gardens. He just watched Stolas take slow strides towards the couch before sitting on it like the demure royal he was. Blitzø knew the bird would sit there twiddling his thumbs till either Blitzø said something or Stolas had decided what he thought was the perfect sentence to start this conversation with. 

Blitzø knew he was the one that royally fucked up his friend date with Moxxie, but deep down he couldn’t NOT feel some type of way seeing his coworker/friend get so cozy with his gorgeous, perfect, out of his league boyfriend. 

“I thought we had moved past with you spying on me,” Stolas said to start this uncomfortable as fuck conversation.

Blitzø shrugged his shoulders and looked back down at the ground. “Spying impies I was watching you the entire time. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that you would be at the gardens with Moxx after I called you.”

Stolas scoffed at the remark and leaned back on the couch with his arms crossed. “Just like it doesn’t take a genius to deduce that you’re a hypocrite after we just discussed spending more time with friends than with each other.”

“I thought I was being romantic! You said you wanted me to go with you, so it’s not like I was unwelcomed,” Blitzø responded, pouting at him with his arms crossed as well. 

“You were unwelcomed . Because it’s fucking boys night. You don’t have a leg to stand on, Blitzø.”

“Oh yeah?!” Blitzø huffed and stood up on both feet to prove he could, and only wobbled a little before standing straight. “Y-You don’t see me fucking…canoodling with Millie on boys night!”

“I’m not going to have this conversation with you while you’re still drunk. May I remind you it was your idea for me to spend time with Moxxie.”

“I know!!” Blitzø shouted out of frustration, grabbing his head shortly after to sooth the throbbing that reverberated in his brain.

The frown on the bird's face started to falter from being upset to concerned for his love. Stolas sighed and stood up to move closer to Blitzø and guide him to the couch. “You need to rest, darling.” Stolas lightly pushed Blitzø to sit down on the couch and maneuver him to lay down.

Stolas started to stand up so he could get the imp some water and a painkiller, but before he could step away, Blitzø grabbed him by the wrist. He looked down and saw the fearsome assassin give big pleading eyes for him to stay, even going as far as weakly pulling him down closer. Stolas let himself be pulled and sat down with his legs positioned off to the side. 

“I’m…sorry…” Blitzø whispered out, still holding onto the bird’s wrist as if he was a balloon that could fly away if left unattended. 

While it didn’t excuse the imp’s behavior towards Moxxie, Stolas was weak to those earnest eyes of his. “Why did you do it? I want to understand.”

“I-It…it was Moxxie’s fault,” Blitzø started but Stolas quickly gave him a questioning hum. As if he was warning him not to start his apology by blaming his coworker for his actions. “No no no, listen!” Blitzø insisted and wiggled Stolas’s arm in frustration. Stolas couldn’t help but chuckle at the reaction and remained quiet.

“Look…I’m happy you get along with everyone. I want you to…have friends and stuff. You deserve like, a hundred million followers on Sinstagram!”

Stolas smiled and brought his free hand over to hold the hand the Blitzø used to grab him with both of his own. “At least demons would be following me because they want to and not because I’m royalty. But continue.”

“Alright, maybe like a clean 500k. And not one of them is a bot! Shit, what was I getting at?”

“Something about Moxxie?” Stolas reminded.

“Right! Duh. Anyways. I knew for a while… that you two would hit it off if given the chance to spend time together outside the office. B-But I don’t wanna be that guy that alienates you from everyone but me.”

“Love, you threw a large rock at Moxxie so he would fall off my shoulder. I would say that is controlling behavior on your part.”

“You like him now, don’t you?” Blitzø blurted out. As time went on, the assassin went from being a fun, silly drunk to an emotional, sad one. Which felt strange because he hasn’t felt that low in a while. Not since Stolas and him were dating happily. Or were dating happily at this rate.

“I was afraid you were going to say that. You’re assuming things about me again! Just like-ah!” Stolas stopped himself and took his hands away from Blitzø so he could cover his beak from saying anything more. 

“It’s n-not like that!” Blitzø said defensively. “I know you two like the same shitty reality shows and boring musicals and plays a-and books…but seeing him on your lap…and shoulder…scared me.”

“Scared you? What in the seven rings…are you  jealous over Moxxie?”

Sober Blitzø would’ve denied it and said that Moxxie wishes he had one percent of his good looks and killing skills. That he likes the guy to death but isn’t threatened by him at all. But instead he turned his body to face the back of the couch, shrinking into a ball while his tail coiled close. “He’s perfect for you…better than me…” Blitzø mumbled out while wiping the stray tears that left his eyes. 

“Blitzy…” Stolas cooed and leaned over him so he could pick him up bridal style and sit back on the couch with Blitzø on his lap, leaning his body against his torso. “For starters, he’s married.”

“You’re still married.” Blitzø retorted but didn’t move from his comfy spot. Does getting banished mean he's automatically divorced? 

“Right, that’s a bad way to start this. What I mean is, his heart only belongs to Millie. You know that better than me since it was you that brought them together.”

“I guess so…” Blitzø quietly agreed.

“That isn’t my main point. Did you forget what led me to live here in the first place?” Blitzø scrunched his shoulders up thinking about the trial. Thinking about that ice bitch swallowing him whole. All the ways he’s almost lost him for good.

“I’ve really thrown a giant wrench in your life, huh?”

“Darling, it wasn’t an ideal life. Of course Via and my affection for plants kept me going but…I thought I was doomed to live in an unhappy, volatile relationship for the rest of my days. But then you stumbled back into my life and changed it for the better. Moxxie didn’t do that. That was all you.”

“Damn right,” Blitzø said pridefully but afterwards let out a sigh.

“Is there something else on your mind?” Stolas asks while casually petting down the imps' back spikes slowly.

“It’s dumb,” Blitzø huffed out.

“Try me.”

Blitzø groaned and leaned further into the nook of the bird's neck and shoulder. “I couldn’t help but get pissed off…when you sent that picture of Moxxie sleeping on your lap. And when I got to the gardens I wasn’t planning on chucking a rock at him, but I didn’t like-“

“You didn’t like that he was sitting on my shoulder,” Stolas added. 

“I’m the only imp that should be that close to you, okay?! Or anyone really! Fuck, I know that sounds stalkerish to say and I don’t own you like that but…shit…I felt kinda…special being the only one that got that close to you. But I know I’m not the only one.”

“Excuse me? I don’t know what you're implying but I wasn’t with anyone during our break. Or even before we re-connected. Or after.”

“I don’t mean sex or a full-ass relationship. I’m talking about that guy from Verosika’s party.”

“Oh…right…I forgot you saw that. Truly, I thought you had left when that happened.”

“Nope. I had an aerial view of the whole thing. Almost lost my mind over it before Verosika said something. I know back then we weren’t exactly exclusive but…I’ve been the only demon that kissed you like that. It’s stupid, but I have this theory in my head that the more demons you get closer with, the sooner you’ll realize that you can do soooo much better than me.”

“That’s not true at all! That theory is without a doubt a hundred percent false. But I know how it feels to have irrational thoughts and fears that flood your mind. It’s not dumb or stupid. Anytime you feel like that…you can always come to me for reassurance that you are all I’ve ever wanted.”

“Really? I feel like I just gave you many reasons on why you shouldn’t be going out with me. Clearly I have negative five stars with everyone I’ve been with in the past.”

“Not me. I knew what I was getting into when dating the most famous imp in all of of hell~”

“Alright, alright. You can’t let my ego get even bigger when you say all that sweet shit.”

“Oh, I’m not letting you off the hook just yet. Even the best need to be punished for their wrong doings~”

“Uuuuh…is this an actual punishment or a sexy one?” 

“Hmmm…perhaps a little bit of both. You’ll see for yourself on our next work day.”

“Yeah?” Blitzø wasn’t sure if he should be looking forward to it or not. What the fuck does he mean it’s both?!

“Indeed. While I do accept your apology, I think the first punishment will be to banish you for the night from the couch.”

“Awe, what!? Isn’t that gonna be punishing you at the same time?”

“Not when I have the lovely Biscuit Queen to take your place.”

Blitzø gasped, “you’re taking away one of my horse babies?!”

“Blitzø, you have dozens of these stuffies. Maybe hundreds.”

“Yeah, and I love all of them just as much for starters, but she’s my ride or die!”

“It’s just for the night, darling. It’s like how the saying goes, if you can’t do the time, don’t do the crime.”

Blitzø whined and groaned loudly like a parent taking away TV privileges from their ten year old for a week. He reluctantly hopped off Stolas lap to make his way to the doghouse bean bag before Stolas took his wrist.

“Just because you’re being punished doesn’t mean you don’t get a good night kiss.”

Blitzø huffed, “maybe I don’t want one,” he said like a brat. 

“Yes, you do,” Stolas cooed and pulled him back close to give him a big smooch on the imps cheek. Blitzø let it happen but felt a prick of pain from his beak pressing into his skin too hard. Maybe that was also a subtle punishment? Whatever, Blitzø accepted the affection since things could possibly get worse for him. But he was confident he could take it. This is Stolas after all. If it is gonna be sexy, it’ll be a hundred percent welcome.

—

Okay, maybe Blitzø was getting a little nervous with whatever Stolas had planned. The bird told him that he was going to need time to get ready, so he requested Blitzø to teleport him to the office when he texted him. 

Cool. That’s fine. Is what Blitzø kept telling himself when his anxiety was kicking into high gear. There’s only so much he can do, right? He doesn’t have magic to do anything super intense. He’ll take whatever he has planned like a champ.

Blitzø will even approach Moxxie with a genuine apology for the other day, and not just to get extra brownie points from his boyfriend. Moxxie gave this shit eating grin, thanked and accepted the apology in his usual theatrical way. Whatever, now the rest of the day should go smoothly with his conscience clear. The buzz from his cell phone went off in his pocket and saw Stolas message him his cue to portal him over. He rubbed the crystal casually to open a portal to his apartment living room and saw those miles long legs step through.

Oh. Oh no.

Saying Stolas took his breath away would be a big understatement. It’s like all the air in the room had vanished, Blitzø unable to choke out any words or sounds for that matter.

Stolas told Blitzø that he had started thrift shop clothing as a pastime since his royal ensembles were taken from him. Loona showed him some nice holes in the walls and the big one most people frequented. The imp would compliment the nice blouses, dress shirts and slacks Stolas would manage to find in his size. Since they weren’t tailored to him, they could be baggy in places or overly form-fitting. 

Today, Stolas was wearing the latter. 

“Thank you, Blitzø. I’m sorry it took me so long to get ready. I just wanted to look professional for the clients~” 

Blitzø's mouth was agape, hoping any sound would come out of his mouth. Stolas looked good in everything he wore, but he just pushed it to the next level.

Stolas leaned against the back of his desk looking over what was probably his to-do list for the day. Which gave the imp a view of that black pencil skirt with vertical gold pin-stripes, matched with a flouncy white blouse that had long, flowy sleeves. The ends of the sleeves were tied off at the wrist so they wouldn’t fall down his arms all the time. 

But forget all that when he’s been smacked in the face with bare bird legs before him, the skirt just barely covering all his exposed thighs. 

“Goooood morning, Stolas,” Moxxie said happily as he walked over to him like everything was fucking normal as usual.

“And to you as well, Moxxie,” Stolas said in return.

“Hot damn! You look great! There a special occasion or something?” Millie asked Stolas when she popped over next to Moxxie.

“Oh this? I was just saving it for a rainy day, as it were.  Although it seems to have shrunk since I bought it because I don’t remember it being so tight around my hips and midsection.”

Blitzø’s eyes laser focused on said area. He was right. Now that Stolas was eating regularly again and medicated, his body looked to be filling out…so nicely. His hips looked wider and his stomach wasn’t concave anymore. In fact, were Blitzø’s eyes deceiving him that he could spot a slight belly bump? Not the pregnant kind but where a little fat was spilling over the panty line. 

Fuuuuuck. This is a sexy punishment. 

Moxxie moved next to Blitzø and elbowed his side. “Well don’t just stand there, aren’t you going to compliment him?” 

Blitzø managed to get a cough out to help him breathe again. “Y-Yeah…you look… very professional,” Blitzø ended the statement with a dry swallow. The imp felt his body moving on its own towards Stolas like a gravitational pull. He extended his arm out, wanting to touch his leg before Millie slapped his hand away. “BITCH! The fuck-!” Blitzø shouted at Millie.

“Now now, Blitzø,” Stolas tutted as he slowly crossed one leg over the other in front of his boss, “this is a place of business. You’ve told me yourself many times. And it wouldn’t be very appropriate for you to flirt with me on company time. So I’ve enlisted Millie and Moxxie to help keep you focused if your hands or eyes wander too long.”

Ooooh. This is going to be torture.

—

“Oh. M. Gee. Look at yooou! I’m LITERALLY, deceased right now. Utterly GAGGED.” 

Stolas blinked at the client blankly, internally trying to decipher what this sinner was talking about. “Yes…you are deceased. My condolences?”

The client in question was a high-strung college sorority girl. “Get your butt over here, I want to see the whole ensemble!” She walked over behind Stolas’s desk and grabbed his wrist with both hands so she could pull him up on his feet. Moxxie and Millie were nearby in case things got out of hand, but they were happy that Stolas was getting noticed. “What a skinny legend! Fuck, you are so hashtag body goals, for real. I didn’t think hotties like you were hiding in a place like this!”

“Thank…you?” Stolas said slowly. “While I appreciate the flattery, you haven’t given me any information on why you're here.”

“Ugh, don’t remind me. It’s just so nice to see something so pretty after being sent down here completely unfairly. I’ve raised more money for charity than all those bitches combined! Do you know how many dicks I had to suck to secure funding for the sorority over the years? ALOT!”

Stolas got used to clients just ranting and shouting at him about their problems. Most of the time it wasn’t directed at him so he’s mastered giving a neutral face while they explained.

While Stolas was taking her information down on a clipboard, he noticed the client was still inspecting the bird’s looks. It was beginning to make Stolas feel insecure the way her eyes kept scanning and studying his body.

“The only thing you need to work on is that muffin-top, girly.”

“Muffin-top?”

“I know, it happens to the best of us, but if you cut out sugar, fat, and carbs for a couple weeks, that pudge will melt away and your belly will look snatched!”

Stolas looked down at his stomach and saw only a little stomach fat spill over. Maybe he has been letting himself go since he’s been living so comfortably with Blitzø. He’s been encouraging Stolas to eat his three meals a day to stay healthy back when he could barely do much of anything. 

Moxxie clocked the look Stolas was giving towards himself and could tell he was taking what the client was saying to heart. He went to play interference before she could say more. “Miss, why don’t you come sit here while I get our boss for you.” Moxxie gestured to their couch, hoping she would get the hint.

“Shut up, I’m not done with my girly here.”

“But I’m not-“ before Stolas could say anything more, she let out a high gasp.

“Are these real down feathers?! You bougie bitch!” She walked closer into Stolas’s space and placed her hand on the exposed feathers on his thigh and stroked at it. Before Moxxie could pull her away, Blitzø’s door slammed open. He hopped out and pulled his gun on her. 

“HANDS OFF THE BIRD, YOU STD-RIDDLED SKANK!”

She brought her hand back and held them both up in the hair, but was not looking very scared. It’s hard to threaten a sinner when they can’t really die a second time, but Blitzø didn’t care. If he isn’t allowed to touch him today, no one is getting their filthy mitts on him on his watch.

“Gawd, dramatic much?”

“I’m not above throwing a bitch out the window if you keep making moves on my employees! So do you want our service or not?!”

“Whatever, I’ll come back later, all this stress is going to crease my makeup.” She put her hands down her side and pulled out her phone, facing Stolas. “Let's exchange numbers girly!” 

Before Stolas could make up an excuse, Blitzø shot at her feet and she jumped back in fear. “Fine! I’m going!” The client made her way out and slammed the door behind her.

Blitzø looked back at Stolas and saw him looking down, lost in thought. When he saw his bird with a sad expression, it made him want to go back out, bring that sinner back so he could throw her out the window properly.

“Why the long face, big bird?” Blitzø asked when he approached him. He instinctively wanted to reach for his hand, but pulled back because he forgot he was still not allowed to touch Stolas in any capacity for the day. 

Stolas flinched when he heard the nickname, but quickly put up a happy facade to hide his true insecurities. “It’s okay. You know better than me how clients can get.” He walked back to his desk and placed his hands on the desk. Then to his lap. Then back to the desk. He started stretching his talons to not seem so tense and grabbed his journal from a drawer so he could keep his hands and mind busy.

“Uh-huh. Did that bitch do something? I can find her and give her a real piece of my-“

Stolas held up his hand to his face without having to look up from his journal, which made Blitzø stop talking and look up at him.

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you.” 

Blitzø stomach dropped. He hasn’t dismissed him like that since that full moon. Blitzø promised himself he wouldn’t take Stolas at face value anymore and try harder whenever he was upset. 

“Well…you know where to find me…if you wanna talk.” Blitzø felt defeated when he turned around to go back to his office. 

Moxxie frowned and walked over to Stolas’s side. “You should talk to him.”

“Am I fat, Moxxie?” Stolas asked, ignoring what his friend said.

“Fat? I don't think so?”

“I wouldn’t take fatties word for it,” Loona said from across the room, sitting on the couch while looking at her phone.

“For the last time, I…am NOT FAT!!” Moxxie turned to shout at Loona. “But seriously Stolas, you look pretty skinny to me. I only hesitated because I don’t know what the average weight looks like for your kind.”

“Moxxie!” Millie chastised when she walked over next to her husband. “Even if you were fat, you look great! It’s not a bad thing either way. Sinners like her probably live off an apple cider vinegar diet and one pea.”

“I suppose so.” Stolas still had a hand over his stomach. It’s not like he cares what that sinner thinks of him. Moxxie and Millie are probably just sparing his feelings. They probably don’t want to be responsible for causing him to have an episode if they tell him the truth. “I’m sorry, I think I need to leave early.”

“Huh? But what about Blitzø’s punishment?” Moxxie asked. 

“I don’t think I have it in me to tease him further. It was a silly idea anyways. Could either of you drive me back to the apartment?”

“Just talk to Blitzø already!” Millie said sternly. “The minute he knows you're gone, he’ll just portal himself immediately to you.”

Stolas sighed, knowing she was right. He started to hug himself, losing all that sexy confidence he had at the start of the day. 

Moxxie looked concerned, so he walked closer to his side. He wanted to hold on his hand in support but he couldn’t even reach his arms with how they were around Stolas’s mid section. He just gave him a tap on his leg to get his attention. “You know Blitzø cares about you more than any of us combined. Flaws and all.”

Stolas couldn’t help but smile. He’ll never get used to people comforting him like this. 

—

Today has been a weird day. First, he thought he was going to fighting back a raging boner all day after seeing the get up Stolas came in. He knows he deserves the punishment given, but that didn’t stop his imagination from running wild. Then some stupid-ass sinner comes in to fuck with Stolas head. And after all the progress they’ve made with each other, he thought Stolas was relying on him more emotionally. Great. Today could’ve ended with smoking hot secretary-boss sex in his office, but it looks like that is off the table. He just hoped Stolas would come around to tell him what happened.

Knock knock

“Blitzø? Is this a good time?” 

Shit. Was the universe listening to his thoughts? “Of course! Come in!” Blitzø said eagerly.

Alright, game time. Blitzø needed to keep his horny thoughts at bay. Seeing Stolas waltz in that number of his just trigger all the fantasies he’s had fucking him in that exact type of outfit. It was a good thing he was sitting behind his desk right now. 

“What’s going on, big bird?” Blitzø asked in a soft tone.

Stolas sat in the chair across from his desk. The way he had his legs close together like always but pivoting to the side made him so feral. It made him want to climb into that skirt and hibernate inside. 

Dammit! Focus! He looked back at Stolas’s face, wincing like he had a taste of something gross. 

“So you do think I’m big,” Stolas said while looking down at his lap.

“Huh? Uhhh. Yeah. I thought you knew that though?” Blitzø answered. He had zero clue what the bird wanted to hear from him.

“You should’ve told me I was letting myself go.” Stolas felt frustrated and balled his hands into fists on his lap. “I can’t be looking slovenly when I’m the first person the client interacts with.”

“Wait wait wait wait,” Blitzø interrupted. “What are you talking about? If this is you ‘letting yourself go’ I wouldn’t be able to last the work day with whatever you’re thinking. But that doesn’t matter, because you’re perfect the way you are! If I wasn’t being punished, I would’ve fucked you sideways to next Tuesday by now.”

Stolas blinked and tilted his head to the side. “But you said I was big?”

“No shit, have you bumped your head one too many times on the doorframes or something? Does this have anything to do with that BJ queen back there?”

“You heard what she was saying?”

“The walls here are thin enough that I hear everything in this place. Sure, she was annoying as fuck but I heard her say a lot of nice things about your outfit.”

“That means you heard her calling my stomach area pudgy,” Stolas said with disdain.

“She said that about you? I thought she was talking about Moxxie.”

“Okay, why do you all think he’s fat? I’ve held  handbags heavier than the three of you combined.”

“Ah, it’s just an inside joke Loonie started. Must get it from me. Don’t worry, we don’t really think that.”

“But you mean it about me?”

“No way! I said you were big, not fat!”

“What’s the difference?!” Stolas was getting fed up dancing around the topic, he tried to hold back tears that wanted to escape.

“Stols…” Blitzø said softly. “I don’t think you're fat, chubby or even overweight. You’ve seen me throw you around in the bedroom with zero effort.”

“But that was back when I was still living in the palace. I was much thinner back then. That sinner said I had a muffin-top, whatever that is.”

“That fucking BITCH, if she comes back in here she is definitely gonna be thrown out the window.” Blitzø seethed and scratched his claws against his desk. 

“Is it true?” Stolas asked, regarding the muffin-top comment.

“No! Not even close! If you’re anything, you’re like one of those super mini-cupcakes. Where is she even talking about anyways? All I see is someone way too drop-dead gorgeous to be working in a slum like this.” Old Blitzø would’ve been embarrassed giving this many compliments at once, but now he was happy to always remind him how beautiful he is.

Stolas couldn’t help but scrunch inside himself while crossing his arms over his chest, like he was hiding whatever Blitzø was referring to. “You’re just saying that to cheer me up. You call me big bird.”

“Not big as in fat! Big as in tall! It takes two and a half of me to reach your face. It’s one of your best features! And I’m not blowing smoke up your ass, I’ve always meant it. There’s a reason why I haven’t left my desk.”

The last statement took Stolas off guard and couldn’t hold in a snort that resulted in a giggle fit. Laughing got his face relaxed enough that the tears he was holding in started to stream down. Stolas uncrossed his arms so he could wipe his tears away. With his guard down, he was stuck between laughing and crying.

Even Blitzø didn’t think his joke was that funny, but he felt relieved that he was able to not only get his bird to smile but to hear his adorable hoots and laughs. It made him smile and laugh till he noticed the tears were still going. “Buuut if you want me to come to you, all you have to do is say the word.”

Stolas nodded while wiping his face before saying, “yes, please.” While Blitzø sat up and walked around his desk, Stolas got up just so he could fall on his knees and pull Blitzø into a tight hug. Blitzø punched out a puff of air when Stolas squeezed him unabashedly. His bird was still crying and trembling slightly as he brought his arms around him. Blitzø melted into the tight hold and was rubbing Stolas’s back with one hand. Stolas eventually pulled back and peppered the imps face with kisses.

After everything had calmed down, Stolas shuffled his legs trying to get in a standing position but realized this skirt made it hard to maneuver. “Shit,” Stolas said.

“What?”

“I can’t get up…”

Blitzø held in a chuckle before taking both of the birds hands in his. He gave the back of his knuckles a kiss before pulling him up back to his feet. “Feeling better?”

“So much,” Stolas said with a smile.

Chapter Text

Blitzø wasn’t kidding how thin the walls were, because when he came out of the office, there was a lack of employees and one daughter. He walked to the reception desk and saw a note left stating that they left for the day and to call them if anything came up. Loona left her own note saying she’ll be out late.

Huh. Usually he’d be pissed that his employees left without running it by him. Instead he was elated that they did it without having to initiate it himself. 

Blitzø bursted back into his office. “Good news! We’re doing a half day, and it’s just you and me in here.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean for everyone to leave on my account.”

“Ahhh, don’t even worry about it, tomorrow is a new day! Besides,” Blitzø walked back over to where Stolas was standing. He made his fingers walk up those thighs he couldn’t keep his eyes off, “I’ve been a very bad boy~ you need to finish what you started.” Blitzø bounced his eyebrows up and down.

Stolas chuckled but gave a light blush from the come on. “You’re right. I have to make sure you've learned your lesson intimately.”

“Not to tell you what to do or nothing, but I wouldn’t mind if you told me what to do.”

“You want me…to dom you?” Stolas felt his brain short-circuited. He didn’t think that was an option.

“Yeah! I’ll do whatever you want.” Blitzø was very matter of fact with his proposition. He moved the chair in front of his desk out of the way and went to kneel in front of Stolas. The bird gave a surprised hoot and blushed darker. 

“Are you sure? I wouldn’t…” 

“You’re thinking too hard, I know you have it in you! Just think of me as your loyal subject. I’m at your mercy, Prince Stolas~”

“Ehhhhhh…” Stolas cringed hearing that title come out of Blitzø’s mouth. He never used his title when he was a royal. Hearing it just brought back…sad memories. Now he finally understood what it meant to have an ‘ick.’

“Too soon? Honestly, hearing myself say that out loud made my dick shrivel a little. But I’m serious, you’re in charge. What should I call you?”

A range of emotions flashed through Stolas’s face. Intrigued, excited, thoughtful, and lastly a bit somber. He could tell Stolas wanted to say something about the offer and stewing on what to say again.

“Blitzø…while I’ve always enjoyed our scenes together…it just…takes me back to that time. When you were only doing it to obtain my grimoire.”

“But it’s not like that anymore!” Blitzø said as he stood back up to properly talk to the bird. “Oo! I have an idea. To make things even, after we do our thing, you leave for the apartment and I stay here. Okay, maybe that won’t make everything even but-“

“Blitzø-!” Stolas interrupted. He wanted to kneel down to get to his eye level but then remembered the skirt issue, so he moved the client chair back in front of the desk and turned it to face Blitzø, sitting back down. “I never want to go back to that. Ever again. Even as a roleplay. Or a punishment. I’d never wish that kind of treatment onto you.”

Blitzø let out a long sigh and moved his head up to stare at the ceiling, hoping the answers could be up there. “You’re right…I’m sorry for always running away back then. It wasn’t because I didn’t like you…fuck…it was because…I liked you too much.” Blitzø felt a shiver run up his spines saying that out loud. His body hadn’t got the memo that he’s more vulnerable now because when it happens, his flight response starts to kick into gear. 

Stolas wanted Blitzø to elaborate on that point but knew they had been through enough the last couple of days. They can tackle that another time. “Did you even like the BDSM play? Or was that a facade to please me?”

“Are you kidding? I was doing shit like that waaay before our deal. After I bit you, it was obvious that you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Thank goodness,” Stolas breathed out in relief.

“I get it though. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“Likewise. I just want you as you are.”

That’s it! Blitzø remembered the obvious thing he wanted to do here in the first place. “And that’s being the big dick in charge.” Blitzø proudly placed his hands on his hips.

“And I can attest the size isn’t hyperbole~” Stolas cooed, leaning over so he could run one talon up Blitzø’s chin playfully.

“I know I’m supposed to be punished, but…” Blitzø stopped so he could look his bird up and down, taking in this gorgeous tall glass of water, “I won’t be able to sleep knowing we could’ve had the hottest  secretary-boss sex in my actual office, with no one to interrupt us.”

“Mmm, I agree full heartedly. In fact…I can play the secretary that has their boss wrapped around their finger, so much that he lets them get away with anything. Which could include…an at-work punishment of sorts.” Stolas narrowed all four eyes down at Blitzø while giving the kind of smirk he was used to being on the receiving end of.

Blitzø bit his lower lip while smiling back at his criminally hot boyfriend. “Dammit Stolas, I would drag my balls through glass if it meant I got to get up in that skirt of yours.”

Stolas huffed out a chuckle. “Perhaps I’ll grant you that wish…if you beg, of course.”

Blitzø fell to his knees and clasped his claws together, shaking them in reverence as he gazed up at him. “Let me at that beautiful puss, pleeeeease! You can sit on my face till I pass out!”

“Oooo, what a tantalizing offer. Let me just…” Stolas casually ran both hands up his thighs and pushed the skirt up so he could get his hands underneath to slowly ease his panties down his legs until he kicked them away with his talons. Stolas stole a glance down towards his boss’s crotch to see the tent that has formed in his pants. His eyes went back up to his face to see Blitzø just barely keeping it together, the sweat dripping down his foreheads biting his lower lip awaiting his next command. 

Art by: Aster (Orbiting_Stars)

Stolas couldn’t keep the shit eating grin off his face when seeing his lover squirm in place. Which gave him another idea to up the ante. Stolas walked around Blitzø’s desk and opened his sex toy treasure trove. All he needed was a simple ring to keep things at bay for his imp.

“Take your pants on and put this on that lovely cock of yours. It can count as sexual harassment If you come, and I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble dear~” Obviously none of that was actually true. They’ve had sex in here before every now and then, but the roleplay only works if they add some imaginary restraints. When Stolas walked back over with the ring and handed it to him, Blitzø clumsily let the ring slip between his fingers, flailing to get it back in his hands. He saw him wipe his hands down his pants, presumably to remove the sweat that had started to gather.

All of Blitzø’s movements were shaky but he didn’t give up when undoing his belt, unzipping the pants, and pushing them down with his underwear. Blitzø groaned when his erection was freed, not wasting time putting the ring down his member.

”Lay on your back,” Stolas ordered. Which he did without issue.

Stolas strolled over and placed both talons on the outside of the imp’s legs so could lower himself to sit on top of the weeping cock. The skirt was still in the way, so Stolas pushed down harder so he could feel how painfully hard he already was. Blitzø of course couldn’t hold in his whine or stop his hips from jerking up in response.

”Poor thing,” Stolas cooed. He didn’t want to tease things out too long like his boss often did, so he sat up on his knees so he could push the skirt up to the apex of his thighs. 

You could hear the crack of Blitzø’s neck when he looked up quickly to see the mess of wet, lightly colored feathers that surrounded his cloaca. This was the only part that Blitzø could see of Stolas that wasn’t all put together. 

After giving Blitzø an eyeful of what’s to come, he leaned back down against his cock so he could grind and rub his slit against it. Stolas let out a pleased hum while Blitzø moaned unabashedly. He was deliberate with how he rubbed himself against his love so he couldn’t accidentally breach him. He just wanted to coat his beautiful member of all of Stolas’s juices. 

“Are you hungry, sir?” Stolas asked as he placed his hands behind him so his lower half would be on full display for the imp, seeing his feathery mound smother the imp’s dick.

“Like a thirsty man stranded in the Wrathian desert.“ Blitzø didn’t feel like he was exaggerating with how dry his throat felt in that moment. 

“Good. Because I have plenty to spare.“ Stolas sat up and off of the imp’s penis so he could scoot his body closer to his face. Blitzø instinctively opened his mouth wide and let his tongue loll out, ready to feast. Stolas couldn’t wait much longer himself, so he happily sat himself down on that inviting mouth. Blitzø latched his hands on the bird’s hips and began lapping up the outside of all those sweet juices. Stolas let out one of his famously, over the top moans when the contact was made. “D-Drink up…” Stolas whispered.

Blitzø brought his secretary down harder on his face so his mouth could cover all of Stolas’s cloaca, creating a vacuum seal and sucking in any air from inside his bird. He felt his feathery thighs trembling under his claws. So Blitzø pulled back just a smidge so he could let out a hot breath against his opening. “Don’t stop!” Stolas pleaded. 

That’s when the imp slithered his tongue inside his needy hole and let it flick around his insides, pushing his body harder against his face. “Yes, yes, yeeeees, a-all for you~!” Stolas moaned out, beginning to ride his face freely. Blitzø could feel his bird squeeze his head harder between those thighs, a sign that Stolas was reaching his peak. He might actually pass out because Blitzø couldn’t easily breath through his nose and his mouth was occupied eating bird puss like his life depended on it. But he was putting his climax before his well-being, so Blitzø let his tongue lick at the birds sweet spot as aggressively as he could. That got Stolas screeching when he came, his fluids splashing all into that greedy mouth. When Blitzø pulled back, there was still slick all around his mouth and drip to his neck. 

Blitzø was panting like a dog so he could catch his breath. Stolas placed a hand on his cheek and asked, “color?”

It took a moment for Blitzø to regulate his breathing before he could choke out, “green.”

”Wonderful. Now…lets conduct a thorough performance review~” Stolas cooed as he started to stand up slowly. His legs were a bit wobbly but was able to move in front of Blitzø’s desk. The imp quickly hopped up but got a head rush from it. Then, he hastily walked towards his chair and hopped on top of it so he could look over Stolas some more, laying his dick on top of that soaked slit. 

“When this ring comes off, I’m probably going to bust easily.” Blitzø’s dick felt like a grenade where once the pin was pulled, he'd explode instantly.  

“I’ll tell you when,” was all Stolas said in response. “We’ve reached the end of the work day… so you may penetrate me with no consequence.”

Blitzø didn’t argue and sheathed himself inside that amazing heat. The entry was fluid and quick with how wet he got his bird. Blitzø was gripping the edge of his desk, scratching dents into the wood from how pent up he was, it bordered on painful. He didn’t want to disappoint now that they've gotten this far, so he started thrusting in and out at a more steady pace. Stolas was meeting those thrusts and wrapped his legs around his doting boss. Stolas looked up at his face and saw how scrunched all his features were. He didn’t want to push Blitzø further and pushed him back by his abdomen so he could pull out. He daintily used his thumb and pointer finger to grip the ring and slowly slide it off. 

“Hoooooly shit!” Blitzø cried out. He looked up at Stolas’s face, trying to communicate with his eyes if it was okay to enter him again. Stolas smiled and nodded. Like the two pump chump he was, he literally got two pumps in before he came inside his smokin’ hot secretary. He did his best to keep thrusting through it until Stolas climaxed as well. Their combined fluids were seeping out of Stolas’s hole and around Blitzø’s dick. He kept himself inside to better control the mess they made.

”Did I…pass?” Stolas asked cheekily, referring to his performance review.

”With flying colors,” Blitzø breathed out, still panting lightly from all that action. “Feeling better?”

”Can’t you tell?” Stolas joked.

”No, not this. I mean, about earlier.” Blitzø clarified.

”Oh. Well…it's hard to deny your attraction to me after doing all that. But… I’m still sorry for being so silly about my self-esteem issues.”

”Nah, don’t be. Really, I should be thanking you for getting to live out this fantasy. Wanna call it even?”

”As long as you behave when I hang out with anyone besides you, I think we can call it even. Do you trust me?”

”Wha- of course I do! I’m…sorry for being so clingy before. I mean, can you blame me? When it comes to you, it's hard to share.” Blitzø pushed Stolas’s dress shirt up so he could shower kisses on his bare stomach and sides. 

“Don’t fret…you’re the only boss I want in my life.” Stolas smiled down at him and stroked his hand up one of his horns. 

Perhaps he should suggest to Blitzø that they have their own boys night. Just the two of them.