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Blitz was in equal parts excited and apprehensive for their first pride after Fizzarolli had gotten married to Ozzie.
It was basically a tradition for the two imps to do each other's makeup when getting ready for the parade and he was glad this didn't change this year. After all, this was their thing since they were queer teenagers sneaking out flags, pretending their colors were just quirky circus make up to Blitz's dumb homophobic father, and taking the long elevator ride to the topmost ring. Even their first kiss had been at a boozy afterparty, many years ago! They kept doing all of it even after the accident where their home was destroyed and Fizz was badly injured.
At that time, they couldn't leave the hospital during the whole extension of pride month. Blitz had a dumb idea. He mixed some non-toxic pigments in the colors of the gay and pan flags to their burn-healing creams and smeared it all over their faces. The jester had never looked more hideous, Blitz didn't even dare to look at a mirror to see how equally shitty his appearance might have been, but that only made them laugh the pain away. Obviously, the nurses didn't approve of their coloring stunt, and Blitz was compulsorily moved to the room next door from that day on.
It was right after this incident that Fizzarolli got his first set of mechanical limbs. They were part of an experimental treatment for amputees and, apparently, he was the perfect subject for being fucked up well enough. It was at this time too, that Fizz met Ozzie.
The deadly sin was the rich guy behind the innovative research. Blitz knew it was love at first sight in the jester's heart. He couldn't blame him, as the guy was everything one can ever desire for a partner: handsome, cool, intelligent, a fucking sex symbol, powerful, so on and so forth. What he didn't expect, however, was that Ozzie also fell in love with Fizz. It took him a little longer, sure, during the course of the tests of the new gadgets and features of the limbs’ functionality. The name Fizzarolli was getting more and more famous for being Mammon's new pet, so they got together as a secret power couple.
At that time, Blitz felt at the apex of his inferiority complex. He wasn't skilled enough as a clown to keep up with the circus acts, and also not smart enough to finish college. He felt like a fluke that had nothing to offer. Even if Fizzarolli never really left him, he was the one to put a space between them. And to do that, he must have fucked half of Hell's population and fumbled a dozen of relationships (including one that would become a famous popstar). No matter how much he tried, he had never really gotten the same feeling that the faint green glow of his best friend's eyes made him feel for so many years.
And fuck, he was happy for Fizz! He was happy about their relationship, and certainly happy to be included in the occasional threesome.
In fact, at the present point in time, his life was progressing significantly since he had started his own company with a couple of well-skilled employees. It was just that the nights still felt very lonely sometimes after he got home from work and faced the empty single-room apartment. Even after impulsively adopting a 17-year-old girl (who was just getting ready today in the room next door), this longing wouldn't go away. It was just like, no matter what he did or how much he craved it, he couldn't find it within himself, that feeling of hopeless romantic love that everybody else seemed to be able to find.
Of course, he loved Fizz! As family, as friends, as long lasting partners… he loved Fizz enough to walk him down the aisle straight into Ozzie's arms on the jester's most special day. How could Blitz ever want to stop him from living such a fairytale-esche dream just because he didn't understand it himself? However, he couldn't really pinpoint a single separate emotion for the tears that ran down his face on that day. Instead, he did with them whatever he had been doing with all his deeper and most complicated feelings: bottled them up and sent the bottle into the ocean of forget-about-it.
For now, he was glad that, after all which had happened to their lives, the pride parade was still their thing. Even though they were doing it at Fizz's new studio at Ozzie's (and now also the jester's) residence.
He closed his eyes so Fizz could do his eyeliner. The warm breath on his face was making his blood flow a bit faster. No matter how long they've been doing this for, it was almost impossible to control his own body when the other guy sat on his lap and leaned over like that.
Blitz was about to break the no-touching-after-makup-is-done protocol, grab the other guy by the waist and close the space between them. He could already hear the anxiety fuelled complaints that were to come (which had only gotten worse after Fizzarolli's brand became huge), planning on ignoring every one of them and dealing with the damage later. However, a click near the door interrupted his thoughts.
Ozzie was forever nonchalant. With a small group of his own friends and dancers, he strolled towards the two all confidently. Then, he stopped near the chair and directed his smirk straight to the elephant in the room, “I bet you need some help with that, my friend.”
Blitz looked down at himself and his cheeks immediately burned in shame. Having decided to be extra cunty this year, he had picked a mini skirt to wear at the parade. The problem was that those don't hide boners very well. And neither did himself apparently. His junk was basically completely out for the guests to take a peek.
Fizzarolli, who had been ignoring it the whole time, spoke up, “nobody is helping him with anything. My makeup job is perfect and we're ready to go.”
“But Fizzy…” Ozzie pleaded softly.
Fizzarolli stared at his husband with a complex facial expression. Blitz immediately knew he was witnessing a fascinating moment of a married couple disagreeing. He was — impressively — about to take Ozzie's side, when a certain figure entered the room, making him clench his jaw instead: Stolas.
The prince's gaze darted between Blitz's face and his now-wilting dick. Blitz was usually pretty good at dealing with those nobles’ snobbery (especially considering how much they had to swallow their prides during the fancy balls they inevitably had to attend since King Asmodeus, the Sin of Lust, had chosen to marry a lowly demon, who came with a lower demon as a bodyguard/situationship), but this one in specific got on his nerves in a very special way. There was something in the mannerisms of Stolas hugging himself, averting his eyes and biting his lips, that made Blitz feel extra dirty. He hated every single aspect of the effect that guy had on his brain every time they met.
And it seemed like they had been meeting a lot more often lately, somehow. Despite the fact that Ozzie also loathed nobles, this one had fallen under his grace for reasons Blitz couldn't begin to fathom. At first, he wondered if they were banging, but that didn't seem to be the case. The general treatment they gave one another was too formal, yet weirdly complicit.
On his end, Blitz knew the prince from childhood, when his father had rented him as a friend for a day and made him steal the hell out of the royal castle's assets. They met again just recently. Apparently, after divorcing his wife, Stolas was welcomed under Ozzie's wings (for having no friends or something), and thus their re-encounter was inevitable. Obviously, the prince also remembered everything about that day when they played as kids, including the theft. Blitz couldn't tell which one of them started giving the other shit whenever they met, but it happened pretty quickly and regularly.
Why did nobody bother to tell me HE was coming? Blitz directed his eyes to Fizzarolli with this question all over his face.
The jester understood it immediately and answered by raising his eyebrows in a disgusting smirk. Blitz felt somewhat betrayed. Before he could open his mouth in protest, though, Ozzie seemed to also have understood the implication of the imps’ silent exchange and spoke up for his friend, “Stolas is here to celebrate his first Pride with us after having divorced his wife. I wonder if one of you could assist him to get ready.”
“Not me!” Fizzarolli blurted, jumping backwards from Blitz's lap to the floor, then extending his arms to reach Ozzie's mane to end up sitting on the sin's shoulder. “Not you either, big guy, we have a concert to attend to in…” Fizz glared at his wrist, where there was absolutely no watch. “About minus twenty minutes. We're so fucking late!”
“Fashionably late.” Ozzie sang. He, then, turned around and catwalked his way to the door, taking Fizz away right in front of Blitz's eyes. The mixed group that had come with him also followed away casually.
All but one person.
Stolas was visibly uncomfortable to be there as much as Blitz. There was a long moment of silence in the room as the two of them figured they had been set up by the couple that had just left. Blitz wanted to punch at least one of them in the face. The prince, on the other hand, still hugged his arms, looking down somewhere in the corner of the room while scratching his elbows.
Blitz took a long breath. The whole situation going on with the prince's body language was borderline ridiculous. “I'm not going to attack you or anything, you know.”
“I… I wouldn't expect that…” Stolas answered, waving one hand in the air in front of his face.
“It's not like you can't annihilate me in a blink of an eye if I tried anyway.” Blitz sounded unconcerned even though both of them knew his words were true.
“I'm not… I wouldn't… even if…” Stolas's voice broke to a point that he had to pause. He looked at Blitz's eyes, then, and fixed his expression to a diplomatic smile. “Aren't we here to do my makeup?”
Blitz nodded. The task had obviously fallen on him. He jumped out of the chair and waved so Stolas could take his place. Then, he used both arms to pull himself backwards onto the table. This way, they were now sitting on the same eye level. Blitz quickly evaluated the products he had in front of him, sorting out the brushes Fizzarolli had left scattered all over.
“I thought you could at least do your own makeup.” Blitz pointed out as he tried to figure out how to work with the tiny coat of feathers covering the other guy's face. It wasn't like he had never seen the prince impeccably prettied up before. “Or don’t you usually have a team of peasants that always does it for you?”
“I can do it myself.” Stolas replied, visibly irked by the way Blitz worded the last phrase. “I just can't do… well, this.” He gestured towards Blitz's face, which prompted the imp to turn around and look in the mirror and finally see how he looked. Fizzarolli had gone totally extra this year and abused the glittery products on fancy stage makeup. It was somewhat nostalgic of their days in the circus. Blitz wondered how Stolas would feel if he reproduced something similar on his face. Suddenly, he had it all planned in his brain.
“So, what flag is it gonna be? Bi, pan?” Blitz started, glancing at the palettes of stage paint and eyeshadows.
“... gay, I guess.” Stolas's voice was low.
Blitz couldn't help but poke, “Is that the reason for the divorce? Close your eyes. You late-bloomed or something and gave her the boot to go live your true self?”
“It's more complicated than that.” Stolas's voice was low as he allowed Blitz to spread the primer on his eyelids. “I've always known what I liked, but my marriage was non-negotiable to my father's business. Stella and I were never…” The prince swallowed hard. “You wouldn't understand this type of obligation anyway.”
Blitz clenched his teeth, a bitter taste in his mouth. What the fuck was that for? How could the guy who fucking bought a person as a friend imply so casually that Blitz didn't understand what familial obligations were?
“Yeah, how could a lowlife like me even begin to understand the problems of assholes with infinite money in their accounts?”
Stolas' two pairs of eyes opened at the same time and Blitz could see furious white pupils in every single one of them. For a second, he wondered if he was done for and the prince was finally going to turn him into stone. Maybe he deserved it a little bit, after all. Instead, Stolas bit his lips, in an expression that almost told Blitz that he was trying to stop himself from crying.
Stolas turned his head almost 180° away from Blitz. “Fine, I will finish my own makeup. You don't need to help me anymore.”
“I haven't even started!” Blitz caught himself protesting.
“And you certainly won't finish it.” Stolas answered, a tiny sob at the end of the phrase.
Fine, now he had made the bird cry! Could that day get any weirder? For a couple of minutes neither of them moved, all that could be heard was Stolas trying to sniff his tears back up.
Blitz was somehow glad that all he had added to his face was primer. Because fixing messed up stage makeup was nothing but hell.
“What are you still doing here?” Stolas finally fired the question once he was finished with his breakdown.
“Your face.” Blitz answered in an equally bitter tone.
“I thought I had just established I was doing it myself.”
“I thought you had just established you don't know how to do it yourself.”
Stolas turned his stare at Blitz once again. His expression was a mess of feelings.
The imp sustained the eye contact, “What? I'm not one of your servants, that you can just send away when you're not using me anymore.”
That said, Blitz took out the same palette he had used to do Fizzarolli's makeup in his hands and a clean brush he managed to scavenge within the mess on the table. Stolas looked at it, then at Blitz's face, then at the face paint again. He seemed to ponder about his life choices, until finally accepting it and closing his eyes.
Blitz started by the owl's right eye with a bright teal color, then painted the left eye with a nice lilac. The white feathers took the color easier than he had thought they would. For some reason, Blitz was having fun by figuring out how to do it. It did also help that the shapes of Stolas's face were all naturally beautiful.
“Is that how you regard our relationship?” when he finally spoke, Stolas's tone seemed upset in a cold way. “That I see you as a servant?”
“As far as you looking down on me, yes.” Blitz took a darker blue eyeshadow from a powder palette and started smoking it thoroughly.
“I've never looked down… you're projecting… OUCH!” Stolas screeched. He had tried to open his eyes, only to get accidentally poked by a flat brush.
“I told you to shut your eyes!” Blitz got defensive as the other guy whimpered. “If I make a mistake here, we'll have to wash your face and start again. I reckon you don't want to spend a lot of extra time with me.”
Stolas swallowed his pained expression and made an effort to be quiet as he heard the last sentence. Both of them barely breathed as Blitz concentrated on the graphic eyeliner. He used this time to reflect on the owl's words. How could a royal prince just not look down on an imp? No, not just an imp, but a complete failure of a clown imp who had destroyed so many people's lives? He thought, suddenly getting the raging urge to counter argument.
“How about the thing where you said I couldn't understand your arranged marriage situation? How's that not looking down on me?" Blitz pulled his hands from Stolas and waited for an answer.
It took the owl a couple of seconds to notice it and open his eyes. His reply was definitely different from anything Blitz could have expected, “Because you're such a cool, outspoken and assertive free spirit.”
Blitz didn't know what to make of that answer. If it was a few minutes back, he would have assumed Stolas was mocking him with some evil implications. Now, however…
“Close your eyes.” Blitz hoped that the prince hadn't seen the blush on his cheeks through his heavy makeup. The unexpected wave of praise from that specific guy had done something weird to his heart. Now it was beating faster than it should. The worst part was that half of the blood had flown to his cheeks, but the other half decided to venture down somewhere more shameful.
Blitz chose to ignore it. He could only imagine the shade of blue his balls would have turned by the end of the day if he kept going with this rhythm.
At that rate, he was regretting his insistence on doing the bird's makeup. He dug his index finger in a pot of green glitter and his middle finger on a pot of purple glitter. Stolas flinched slightly as the imp touched his face directly. Blitz bit his lips and rushed to finish the rest of it before things got too awkward.
He prompted Stolas to look in the mirror and watched his expression brighten up. A smile spread across Blitz face as he knew at that point that he had done a good job. Stolas was mesmerizing!
The prince seemed at a loss for words for a bit, until he finally spoke, “Wow, I look…”
“So pretty!” Blitz finished the phrase before he could catch himself.
Both demons' eyes became round at the same time. Stolas glanced at Blitz's reflection, then turned his head to the real deal, right next to him. Blitz, on the other hand, kept looking straight at their reflection, too afraid to turn around.
“Do you think I'm pretty?” The naive tone of that question made Blitz almost believe the prince had never heard those words before. Which sounded like nonsense as soon as the thought came to his mind.
“I mean, I have eyes.” Blitz tried his best to sound nonchalant as he pointed to the mirror. He was going to say something else as he turned to Stolas, but the words were caught on his throat at the sight of dark tinted cheeks adorning a very enticing face.
That was it for his heart.
He was about to mess up, in a second, the job he had been doing for the past hour. He could already feel the warm breath of the owl near his mouth as the space between them was getting narrower…
“Are you fucking not done yet?” Fizzarolli kicked the door open, making both the imp and the Goetia jump in opposite directions. “The car is… oh!”
Blitz blinked twice, his brain slowly returning to reality.
“Should I leave you guys alone?” Fizz smiled his most scoundrel smile at Blitz.
Stolas didn't answer. In his peripheral vision, the imp could see how he was waiting for him to say something. He didn't know what the feelings were behind the prince's actions, but something inside him was too scared to find out. “Nope. We're ready to go!” He blurted abruptly, and didn't wait for anybody to say anything else before taking his bag and rushing out of the room.
—
The parade was as exciting as it had always been. Blitz had gotten a hold of a giant pan flag somehow and waved it on top of the sound truck where Fizzarolli's and Ozzie's stage was mounted, slowly moving down the road.
He could occasionally see Stolas around. The prince could very much see him around too. Both made sure to categorically avoid each other.
Fizz was now doing an obligatory cheesy speech about overcoming one's difficulties and all the bullshit a whole crowd of people was there to listen to and feel good about themselves. A couple of years ago, the jester had tried to coax Blitz to say something for the public too, but the imp got totally lost in what he was supposed to say and his attempt to improvise only evidenced how much he loathed the self-help rhetoric. It was a disaster. Since then, Blitz was banned from the microphone. Their loss.
The one person not banned from the microphone this year, however, was Stolas. With a surprised look on his face, Blitz watched Fizz finish his speech and hand the mic to the prince, so he could sing a duet with Ozzie. It turned out that his voice was so incredible, Blitz started wondering how such a gorgeous person even existed in hell. He barely noticed when Fizzarolli approached.
“Someone seems to be entranced.” Fizz had to scream in his ears for Blitz to hear him over the giant speakers.
“Oh fuck you!” Blitz screamed back to Fizzarolli's ears.
The jester chuckled. “I'm sorry for interrupting you guys earlier, by the way! I didn't think you were going to be jumping at each other so quickly!”
“We're not jumping on each other!” Blitz defended himself. It wasn't like he didn't want to, but, as Fizzarolli had said, things felt like they escalated too quickly for comfort. He wasn't in a period of his life where he wanted to just get his dick wet first and talk later anymore. “Besides, I'm pretty sure it's one-sided.”
“Bitch, what the fuck?” Fizzarolli rolled his eyes. “He's clearly been into you since day one.”
Blitz was going to say something against that, but the music had ended, and the Jester had to climb the trapeze and make his way back to the stage.
From that point on, the pride parade spirit seemed to go right over Blitz's head. He wanted to speak to Stolas as soon as possible, but no matter where he looked, the prince seemed to have vanished right after giving the microphone back to Fizz. After making sure he wasn't anywhere on the mobile stage, Blitz jumped down to the street and zigzagged around the crowd. He was looking for a tall slender gray-haired figure that was basically impossible to miss, and even then, he couldn't see him anywhere.
Blitz was about to give up, shrug his frustration away, and force himself to enjoy the rest of the show, when he heard an unmistakable voice. It came from the sidewalk near where he was. He pushed his way through, crossing the dense wave of people. He saw Stolas's back not more than a few steps away. Blitz was about to call the prince, but stopped himself as he saw the girl he was having a discussion with.
She seemed young and looked an awful lot like Stolas. Blitz had heard about Octavia through Ozzie before. Apparently, the divorce was everything but polite and their child hadn't accepted it very well. Right now, for example, she looked as angry as a teenager could be.
“I didn't know you were here.” Stolas was mincing his tone so badly he almost sounded like another person.
“You weren't supposed to know.” She answered firmly, eyeing Stolas's outfit from top to bottom a few times. She looked alarmed. “You weren't supposed to be here!”
Blitz was torn between turning around and giving them space or staying and listening to the whole altercation. In the end, his curiosity won. He hid himself behind some trashcans just in case and peeped at the scene from a safe distance where he could still hear what they said.
“My dear Starfire, you don't need to be afraid to tell me if you like girls.” Stolas's tone was somewhat excited, yet still extremely cautious. “We're the same, see?”
“First of all, I'm NOT the same as YOU!” Octavia's exaggerated gestures were very similar to Stolas's, but Blitz pondered that she would hate to hear about it just now. She took a breath to finish her speech in a lower volume, “I'm not into girls either.”
“No?” Stolas looked like a confused well-intentioned old man.
“No, dad,” she pulled the flag that covered her back to show its colors to her father. It didn't seem to ring a bell to him at all. Octavia sighed, “It's aroace.” Stolas kept staring. Blitz could almost see a line of smoke coming out of his fried neurons. She almost growled her explanation, clearly too uncomfortable to be having that conversation in the middle of the street. “It means I don't care for any gender.”
By this point, Blitz had his phone in hands. He looked around to find a reference point of his location and then opened the messenger app.
“Oh!” Stolas finally seemed to understand.
“Are you mad about it?” Right now, she sounded more like a scared child than ever, grabbing her elbows and all.
“What? No! Of course not!” Stolas gestured for her to be calm. “Maybe we can… walk the parade together? You can't be here alone at your age.”
Octavia looked like she was considering it. Blitz could see the tension on her expression disappear for a couple of seconds, only to come back as Stolas decided to touch her shoulder protectively. That was when she started snapping at her father again.
“Get off me!” She screamed, making him recoil startledly. A group of people around them turned to look with disapproving gazes towards Stolas. “Why do you think you can act like a good accepting father right after abandoning me and my mom to go live your dirty libertinous dreams?!”
The same group of people turned their scowls at Octavia now. Blitz knew she was talking out of resentment about stuff she probably heard from her mom at home. He also knew that those people wouldn't have the context to see it from this perspective. The situation could get real bad real quick.
Luckily, Blitz saw a familiar silhouette coming down against the flow of the march. He sighed in relief and jumped out of the trash can to intervene. “Stolas! I've been looking for you everywhere!” He used his mediator tone. Turning to the teenage girl, he kept going, “Is this Via? I've heard so much about you.”
Both owls looked at Blitz with You have? Written all over their faces.
“Who is this?” Octavia looked at Blitz as if she was seeing an insect. “Is he your new boyfriend that you left us to be with?”
“What?” Blitz almost choked on air.
“No, no, no!” Stolas was quick to clarify. “Blitz and I are just…”
Stolas didn't know how to finish the sentence. For an awkward couple of seconds, the three of them stalled.
“Oh look, that's my daughter over there!” Blitz waved at Loona as if he had just casually found her in the crowd and not bargained with her to come and save the day in exchange for driving her to a hellhound party all the way in Gluttony later. Loona joined in, eyeing Octavia with her eternal resting bitch face. Blitz continued speaking, “She is also alone here today. Why don't Stolas and I go back to the stage and the two of you hang out together?”
Octavia sounded aggravated, “I don't need a babysitter!”
Loona didn't seem to be bothered, “You're clearly not a baby and I am clearly standing up.” The expression on the princess’ face made it very clear that she wasn't used to being answered back. It was a mix of outrage and admiration. Loona didn't pay attention to it at all, “What? Are you coming or not?”
Octavia spared a glance at Stolas out of habit. On his end, the prince looked at Blitz with the exact same expression as his daughter. Something about that whole situation made the imp feel a sense of importance he rarely got in his life. He could get used to it, he considered. Therefore, he gestured “go on” with one hand.
Stolas still looked a bit worried, but ended up nodding, “Phone me if anything happens. Anything. And I will find you.”
“Ugh!” That was Octavia's response. She turned to Loona as if the hound was her only possible savior from the embarrassment of being a teenager daughter of a worried father, “Please, let's get out of here.”
The two girls turned around and walked into the parade. “Do you smoke?” Was the last question that could be heard from Loona before they disappeared in the crowd.
Blitz turned to Stolas to check if he had heard it too and the owl was as pale as his white face could get. Definitely heard it. Fuck.
“If she comes back with a new addiction, I swear I will kill you.” The seriousness in the prince's voice and the fact that he didn't even look at the imp to speak made Blitz swallow hard.
He decided to play the cool guy, then, “Oh, come on, I've seen the way you indulge. Are you telling me you've never smoked as a teenager.”
“Not in front of my dad!” Stolas sounded like he had a headache.
“We've already established that your dad is an asshole.” Blitz pointed out with the same tone he had used earlier in the changing room. Stolas didn't seem like he was going to fall for it a second time. Therefore, Blitz changed to a softer voice, “You don't need to worry about their safety. Loona's got her shit together, you know? She is a very good girl.”
Stolas finally turned his head to Blitz. His expression was more tender than expected as he nodded, “I suppose she does have a good example at home.”
Blitz's chin dropped for a second. The strange tightness in his heart was happening again. Or was that his stomach? He couldn't decide if he liked the feeling or not, so he made the decision of paying it no mind. “So… are we going back up, or does your highness prefer to walk down here with the peasants?”
“You don't need to refer to me like that.” Stolas sounded a bit upset.
“Ok, Stolas, do you want to walk down the pride parade with me?” Blitz offered his hand, making the owl blush. He frantically looked up and down a few times between the imp's eyes and the suggestion he was receiving. Finally, he decided to accept it. As soon as their hands touched, it was like a wave of goosebumps spread from Blitz's fingers up to the back of his neck. He even had to make a huge effort not to gasp! Instead, he blinked a few times at Stolas, then showed a wide smile, “Ok, birdie, let's go.”
—
The afterparty was at Ozzie's. Blitz was quite late from having to drive Loona (and Via) all the way from Pride to Gluttony, then head back to Lust. He tried to drive as quickly as possible so he wouldn't miss most of it.
It turns out he was missing most of it at the moment anyway. Maybe it was due to some sort of booze related stupor, or to whatever feeling Blitz had been repressing for a while, but right now he found himself in a tight room with Stolas's tongue deep in his mouth.
It all happened very suddenly. Blitz had no more than a couple of drinks before having to use the toilet. He found the prince wandering in the corridors on his way back. He looked a bit gloomy, a bit isolated from all the fun that was happening in the adjacent salon, clearly a bit drunk too.
He couldn't even remember whatever they talked about before he had pushed Stolas into a random linen closet. The fresh smell of clean bedsheets contrasted with the prince's sweet perfume. All that Blitz could see for a minute was due to the two pairs of glowing eyes, surprised by the way he had been pressed against the shelves. Soon, the motion sensor worked, revealing the owl's red cheeks as he folded his long legs to crouch down to the imp's eye level.
As they kissed, Blitz's hands eagerly wandered around Stolas's body. The owl reacted to every pinch by shivering and letting out little moans and giggles. He called him “Blitzy” as if they had always been this intimate before.
The imp couldn't avoid wanting to take things further just by how enticing the whole situation was. He felt like a teenager again, doing some sort of prohibited love shenanigans with a royal. There was a sense of power and joy on opening each of Stolas's shirt's buttons, exposing his feathered torso. Blitz took off his own shirt next, only to get an eager “Ooh” from the guy whose eyes were glued on his lower belly, as if he was a piece of meat to be consumed.
Blitzy had a piece of meat ready for Stolas!
He opened his fly and pulled his pants down on the front, so his dick would come out entirely. Stolas licked his lips, glowing eyes at the vision before him, “Oh, my, it's so big!” The almost-naive inflection on Stolas's voice made something bubble inside of Blitz. The rest of the phrase, though, sent this tingle straight down to his hips, “What are you going to make me do to deserve that treat, my darling, Blitzy?”
“You can start by sucking it.” Blitz smiled as he answered in a husky voice. He pulled the prince by the hair and didn't allow him to say anything else.
The owl’s mouth was different from anything he had ever experienced before. Stolas wasn't at all a pro, but the scratchy thorns on the back of his throat compensated for it as he easily swallowed the whole extension of Blitz's cock with every thrust. It felt so good, Blitz threw his head back and allowed himself to enjoy it.
He used both hands to carelessly guide Stolas's head back and forth. When he felt near his ecstasy, he dared to look down and their eyes met. Blitz couldn't help but notice how the makeup he had done earlier looked gorgeous on the prince, as if it had been made specifically to be seen in that very situation. He pulled out and came all over it.
Stolas seemed to need a couple of seconds to understand what had just happened to him. Blitz even began to consider if he had taken it too far, but then a lewd grin appeared on the owl's face. He touched Blitz's cum and guided some of it next to his mouth, where he could lick it.
“Like what you taste?” Blitz teased.
“Very much so!” Stolas's cheeks were still bright red, but his words were bold, “I can't wait to be filled by your giant cock and have the sweet nectar of your cum stuffing me like overflowing gravy in a chicken served on a family dinner.”
Blitz's eyes became round as he reevaluated his life choices upon hearing that. Stolas's eyes never looked so alive as they did when these most depraved words left his mouth. The imp shut him up with a face cloth he pulled from a shelf and shoved in Stolas's mouth as a gag. The prince looked like he enjoyed that more than he should. Blitz was just now beginning to understand what he was signing up for. He wasn't planning on running from it, though. If anything, he actually wanted more.
“Stand up.” Blitz ordered in his most dominant tone.
Stolas seemed a little too eager to obey. He almost hit his head on a shelf as he practically jumped up from the floor. The tight space evidenced their side difference. Blitz could see a very clear way of exploiting it now. He licked Stolas's belly as he pulled his pants down, dropping them to the owl's feet. Then, he guided one of his legs up and open, resting his foot on top of a shelf, revealing the final prize.
He knew what cloacas were like. He had fucked Ozzie at least a couple of times as a show for Fizz before. However, had never really had the chance to put his mouth on one before, so he was looking forward to seeing what he could get from it.
He began by kissing and biting the inner side of the prince's legs and groins. Stolas was already reacting a lot just from that. When Blitz's tongue reached for his rim, his body jolted as he let out a long groan, bird cum dripping on the imp's mouth. Blitz licked it thoroughly. He groped Stolas's hips and didn't allow him to move as he deepened his face in between the prince's legs, his tongue reaching for the inner pleasure spots of a bird. He made him come again, and then another time, until Stolas's shaky legs couldn't hold his weight anymore and he slid down to the floor.
The prince's motion ended up bringing a bunch of bedsheets and covers down with him, which made it look like he was lying on a nest. The pitch black color of his exposed cloaca had basically turned into a galaxy pattern with all glitter from Blitz's makeup transferred to it. It suited him. Blitz had never wanted to stick his dick in a hole so badly in his life.
Stolas's chest moved up and down hectically as he recovered. Blitz was ready to jump on him when the prince let out, “So that's how sex is supposed to feel…”
Something in that phrase didn't sit right with Blitz.
Suddenly, a sense of guilt took over his whole existence. Deep down, he had had a hunch about it, especially by the way Stolas had been acting for the past hour. But his brain couldn't parse the idea of him being Stolas' first time. He couldn't accept that a being so gorgeous hadn't been courted by a thousand demons. He couldn't believe he was doing that to him in a lame linen closet instead of a comfortable large bed with a bunch of support pillows.
“Maybe we should stop.” Blitz turned his head sideways, trying to stop eyeing the most attractive scene he could possibly have in front of him at the moment.
“What?” Stolas sounded alarmed, with a tint of sadness.
“I mean, I don't want you to feel like you have to go all the way in a place like this.” Blitz was sincere, “with me of all people.”
“What if I want it to be with you of all people?” Stolas's direct words caught Blitz off guard. “Do you have any idea of how much I have been longing to be defiled by your…” Stolas stopped, gazed at Blitz's cock and then back up to his eyes. “Excruciating manhood.”
The unnecessary complexity of Stolas' choice of words magically made Blitz's dick throb harder. He didn't know what the fuck was happening to him tonight and why he just couldn't resist that bird's compliments. He was just so lovely it was hard to describe. The fact that Stolas wanted him too was driving him insane.
In the next second, he was crawling over the prince while holding his dick to aim it at the glorious target. When their most sensitive skins touched, Stolas gasped in anticipation. Blitz looked up to his face as he pushed in slowly, measuring his reaction within every inch that went in.
“Fuuck!” Blitz let out as his pelvis touched Stolas's. It felt so good inside him it was almost hard to believe this was happening. He deepened his nose onto the owl's fluffy chest feathers, paying attention to his smell in order to avoid cumming before even having the chance to start moving.
Stolas, on the other hand, also seemed to use this pause to relax all muscles around his dick. As both of them got to be comfortable with each other's body, Blitz looked up. The prince's eager expression was adorable, almost as if the pupils of his eyes were shaped like white little hearts. Blitz resisted the urge to rub his own eyes to see if it would be gone when he opened them again. Instead, he sunk his teeth on his neck and started thrusting gently.
Stolas's moans were muffled by a pillow he decided to bite, making the rhythmical slapping of their hips the loudest sound in the room.
He could see his dick bulging through the prince's belly, and the way Stolas reacted to it as if he was winning the lottery only made him want to go harder. Blitz lifted his legs by the back of his thighs and raised his hips from the floor. Stolas's talons scratched and messed up the contents of the top shelves as his legs bounced in the air. Blitz pounded down into him, each time pulling him tighter than the previous thrust. The pleasure felt like his thighs were on fire. He groaned on Stolas's face, releasing it all inside him.
Blitz lowered Stolas onto their improvised nest of towels, bedsheets and pillows. Then, he lowered himself on top of him. His body was as numb as his mind. The prince was still twitching from the orgasm they had shared. For a moment, all that they could hear was the sounds of their heavy pants, which soon became soft breathing.
Stolas was the first to speak, “That was absolutely fantastic!”
“Can't argue with that.” Blitz answering, slowly regaining the ability to see. He kneeled up in between Stolas's legs and admired the view for a minute. Suddenly, the post horny clarity kicked in and the weight of his actions actually started crushing him. In fact, it was more about the weight of the feeling his heart had experienced during the whole ordeal. He had a name for it, one he wouldn't dare say out loud for his own sanity's sake. With his cheeks burning, he looked to the side and uttered, “We should go back.”
“Or…” Stolas cooed, almost moany, and hugged Blitz with one of his juicy long legs, “we could fuck one more time before the night is over.”
Blitz couldn't believe how direct and uninhibited the prince could be. He looked at the door, at Stolas's face, then at his cloaca, then at his face again. There was no escape for him, was there? Blitz sighed, “Fine. ONE more time, and we'll head back to the party.”
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“Stolas!” Ozzie directed the spotlight at the prince as soon as the two stepped back onto the great salon. “My friend, who has disappeared for a few hours, finally returns much prettier! My guests and I have been waiting to listen to your mesmerizing voice once again!”
Stolas blushed from the unwanted attention. Ironically, he had completely washed out all the makeup Blitz had ruined by being a horny bastard, so Ozziee's claim that he was “much prettier” had to mean shenanigans. Blitz knew that nothing escaped the eyes of the King of Lust, after all.
The prince was guided to the stage to perform the same song from earlier. Blitz followed, but instead of going up where the audience could see, he headed backstage. Fizz had a glass of some neon green booze and a cigarette in one hand and his phone on the other. He was taking a selfie with the bird duo in the background, probably to post on Sinstagram later on. Blitz joined in by sucking on his comically long straw attached to Fizzarolli's drink without even asking for permission. It tasted like a mix of unidentifiable fruits and a lot of sugar. The jester rolled his eyes at first, but soon included Blitz on the photo he was about to take.
Once again, the two imps watched Ozzie and Stolas's show from the side. If he paid attention, Blitz could still point out a few disheveled details on the prince's outfit even though they went through the effort of attempting to fix it.
Fizz stared at Blitz with a devious grin on his face. He could obviously see it too.
“Fuck off! Don't even start!” Blitz massaged his eyebrows as soon as he noticed the jester maliciously waving his eyebrows.
“I knew it! Ozzie owes me a hundred bucks!” Fizzarolli sang.
“He doesn't seem bothered by losing the bet, though.” Blitz answered, shrugging.
“Of course not, hello? We're rich!” Fizz delivered that phrase so naturally, Blitz had to stare at him with a frown. “What? Class doesn't seem to be a problem for you anymore either.”
“Fuck you!” Blitz whisked the air in front of his own face while rolling his eyes.
There was a moment of silence.
“So,” Fizzarolli began, his tone had changed completely from the joker in the room to a best friend wanting to know about the tea. “How was it with the big bird?”
“We destroyed your linen closet.”
“You fucked him in the closet?! During the pride month?!” Fizz sounded aggravated. He quickly adjusted his tone, though, after the power glance Ozzie had spared at the two for disturbing the stage, “I guess everything went well for the two of you, then?”
“I don't know, Fizz.” Blitz answered sincerely. “He sure is beautiful and rich and super intelligent and the sex was amazing…”
“But…?” Fizzarolli didn't mask the disdain for what he was hearing.
Admittedly, Blitz had an extensive history of driving people away, so much that the jester was obviously expecting the sentence that came out of him next, “What could he possibly want with somebody like me?”
Fizz sighed, scratching the base of his hat with his sharp mechanical fingers, “How many times do I need to tell you that the owl is totally into that dumb ass of yours?”
“Maybe he's just into the novelty, you know?” Blitz replied, then took another sip from his friend's drink.
“Hm…” Fizzarolli seemed unimpressed by that answer, but deep down both of them knew he couldn't really give much of a reply. Until he did come up with something twisted to say, “Well, maybe I should try my chances with Stolas next time then. Since it's just a novelty that he's after anyway. I bet my clussy can fold him faster than yours did.”
Blitz choked so hard on the mysterious alcoholic beverage that some of it came out of his nose. He coughed a few times to recover. The truth was that the mental image of those two specific people getting dirty caused a bunch of mixed feelings for his heart to handle. Some of which he couldn't even tell what they meant.
He couldn't say yes or no to Fizzarolli's idea, so he said the next best thing, “You whore!”
“Yeah, but I'm your favorite whore.” Fizzarolli joked back, not really pressing Blitz on the matter anymore.
“Maybe not for long.” Blitz glanced at Stolas as he spoke. “Who knows, maybe he'll finally replace you as you did me.”
For the first time in the conversation, the smile actually disappeared completely from Fizzarolli's face. Blitz noticed the shift and immediately regretted his choice of words.
“Sorry, Fizz, I didn't mean to…”
“I never replaced you!” Fizzarolli was firm. “You know as much as I do that different feelings for different people can co-exist.”
“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Blitz brushed it off. The last thing he wanted was to have that type of conversation right now. “I know, Fizz.”
He laid his head on Fizzarolli's shoulder and held his hand. Fizz also rested his cheek on Blitz's horns and allowed himself to relax and enjoy the safe space that they've always meant to each other. They admired the show on the stage for a minute without saying anything.
In fact, the only demon on that stage that Blitz could pay attention to right now was Stolas. It was as if there was a glowing pink aura all around the prince. He bit his lips as he heard the higher notes of the chorus, remembering the moans from earlier. The song was about freedom and self-acceptance. Blitz had been listening to this type of discourse his whole queer life, but it hit differently this year, coming from that stupidly gorgeous presence of his. Slowly, he finally understood that what he was experiencing was the thing people would casually describe as having butterflies in his stomach. As terrifying as it was, he also didn't want to let go of this feeling.
“So, when are you bringing him for a double date or something?” Fizz asked, the playfulness back to his voice.
Blitz stretched his neck and looked up. He used the same tone as the Jester to speak to his ear, “Are you suggesting a double date or a foursome?”
“Shut up!” Fizz used the entire palm of his hand to push Blitz's face away. They smiled at each other, a lifetime of complicity.
The song nearby had finally ended in multiple explosions of sperm-shaped confetti. Stolas was now coming in their direction, making Blitz's heart skip a beat when their eyes met. On his end, Fizzarolli winked menacingly at the other imp and cartwheeled himself away, a couple of times until he got back to Ozzie's lap.
“Hello, Blitz.” Stolas waved with a hand while holding his elbow with the other. One could almost believe he was shy. Not Blitz, though, not after all their unholy activities. “Did you enjoy the performance?”
Blitz let out a devilish smile, “Greatly!”