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Tarnished: Honeymoon

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved.]

[Word count: 2291]

[CW: dubious consensual sex, consensual sex, rough sex, light bondage, oral, alcohol use]

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Two weeks after Stolas and Stella’s wedding

Stolas did his best to maintain the peculiar balance of tension and blank focus. The sooner this was done with… he shoved away the thought of wanting this to be over. That was the quickest way to waste this evening with Stella. He felt himself reach the tipping point. His body shuddered with relief as he came, taloned fingers tearing into the sheets as he let out an involuntary moan. Stolas would have grabbed onto his wife’s thighs but she made it clear how much she hated his touch.

He’d tried to be affectionate on their wedding night. Just because they had a duty to conceive an heir, that didn’t mean the act couldn’t be enjoyable for them. Stella rejected that immediately, pushing him away when Stolas tried to kiss her. “Why would I ever want to kiss an imp fucker like you?” She then demanded they get the sex over with as quickly as possible until she laid their egg.

“Ugh, finally!” Stella said from above him. “Took you long enough tonight,” she continued in a scornful tone. She stopped riding him once his orgasm passed. She didn’t move off him right away and Stolas didn’t pull out either. The whole point of this marriage was to conceive an heir. Both of them wanted to increase the chances of a child so they stayed in position until Stolas’ cock softened enough to slip out on its own.

With a huff, Stella rolled off. She settled onto her side of the bed before bringing out her phone. She opened up her cycle tracking app to mark that they’d had sex that night. She was very thorough about it; logging any symptoms, notes on her mood and diet, tracking her basal body temperature. The regal demon wanted this heir business over as soon as possible.

Coitus logged, she started looking up activities for the next day. The newlyweds were halfway done with their month-long trip through all of Hell’s Rings. They had some formal events with the rest of Hell’s royals. But the next couple days in Gluttony were free. “Let’s see here, oh, Bee has a tasting of her new distilled Beelzejuice. There’s also a chocolate sculpture competition and the day after tomorrow the hotel is hosting a hors d'oeuvres sampling. Annabelle will love that and Gustav will jump at the chance to try Beelzebub’s newest brew.” Stella quickly texted her two closest friends to make plans.

“Three days from now we’re scheduled to judge a Hellforged Chef competition, so you’ll have to find something to occupy yourself until then,” she continued with a dismissive wave in Stolas’ direction. “But don’t forget you need to perform again in two days.” Her tone was haughty as she gave him a raking look. “Honestly this whole conception nonsense would be so much easier if you weren’t such a pathetic bore in bed, Stolas.”

The owl prince felt his face heat up with shame. Satisfied that she’d landed an emotional blow, Stella responded to her friends’ messages with a smirk.

Stolas turned away, listening to the rapid pings of texts. After a few moments he felt steady enough to get out of bed. He didn’t bother with the princely garments he’d worn earlier in the day; instead he grabbed casual shorts and a t-shirt. As usual, he wished her a polite, “Good night, Stella,” as he exited their hotel suite. As usual, she ignored him.

Once out in the hallway, Stolas slumped against the wall. He slid to the floor, hands gripping his scalp. We’ve been married two weeks. Get it together stupid bird. He’d signed on for a lifetime commitment with Stella. He had to shape up.

The pocket of his shorts buzzed, making Stolas squawk in surprise. Blitzø was texting him.

At teh bar. Dcikweeed bratndr won’t get me a dirnk. Sez im undregae

Stolas felt his beak twitch with a slight smile.

You are underage dearest. So am I for that matter. So is Stella, not that it’s stopping her. Or her gossipy friends that she keeps inviting at every opportunity on this trip.

Wuts teh ponit of royltea if you kant get bend rooles an shit?

Normally I’d advocate for not breaking the law but this is my honeymoon and I feel a drink or two is warranted in such situations. I’ll be there shortly to discuss things with Mr. Dickweed at the bar.

Fuk yes

Face to face with a member of the Ars Goetia, Mr. Dickweed promptly poured some top shelf Beelzejuice for them. The Hellhound’s paws shook a little as he slid the drinks to Stolas. The prince paid the demon double what the drinks cost to ease the bartender’s nerves.

Blitzø and Stolas claimed a high table. Stolas sat on the barstool with ease but the imp had to climb up. “Fuck I feel like a toddler in a goddamn high chair.” Fortunately once he was seated, the table wasn’t too high for comfort. “Thanks for the assist, Floof, didn’t think I had that much of a baby face. Gotta say it’s bullshit that you’re legally old enough to marry but not old enough to drink.” The imp continued to grumble as he tossed back some of his drink.

Stolas savored his drink. Blitzø’s running commentary had been a familiar constant on this trip. “I’m sure you’ll look more mature once your braces are off. They’re a sure giveaway to your underage status.” That set the imp complaining about the braces, his orthodontist, and his inability to eat certain foods. Stolas listened and made agreeing noises at appropriate times. He’d heard all of this many times before. He knew Blitzø was complaining for the sake of it.

By the time the imp’s rant ended, most of his Beelzejuice and half of Stolas’ were gone. He eyed the Goetia over the rim of his glass. “So. Stella got your feathers in a twist again?” The owl grimaced, nodded, and gulped down a huge swallow of the honey sweet alcohol. It left a pleasant burn down his throat; a good distraction from his wife’s opinion of him.

Blitzø didn’t let up though. “C’mon, spit out what she did. You’re gonna stew over it for ages otherwise.”

Stolas’ eyes narrowed at him. “I would prefer not to talk about this Blitzø,” he said, choosing his words very carefully to avoid activating the binding. The imp inhaled sharply at Stolas’ tone. He made himself relax and wait.

The silence continued as the prince nursed his drink. Eventually he gave in to Blitzø’s patience. “Am I a pathetic bore?” he asked quietly. “Am I that terrible a lover?” His four eyes heated with frustrated tears and he drained the last of his glass to distract himself.

Blitzø snorted. “Well, yeah, of course you are.” Stolas felt his heart drop in shock but Blitzø continued. “With her at least. I mean, you guys don’t even like each other. Why would you be good at fucking her?” Now Stolas’ jaw dropped. His heart rose closer to its home in his chest as Blitzø kept talking. “I’d have told you if you were shit in bed by now. Not to mention, you’re power bottom. Doesn’t really mesh with straight up bitch.”

Suddenly, the prince felt something sliding up his inner thigh. Blitzø’s hands were above the table but a seductive smile played across his lips. There was no denying the heat in the imp’s eyes as his tail tip slid under Stolas’ shorts. The spade shaped end stroked underneath the owl demon’s clothes, just barely brushing his groin.

“If you’re up for it,” Blitzø said with a purr in his voice, “I can give a demonstration.”

Stolas felt his face heat at the thought. Blitzø’s tail continued to tease until his feathers puffed up in excitement. “Mmm, please do.”

Moments later, they were in Blitzø’s room, a few doors away from the honeymoon suite. Like the other servants that accompanied the Goetia, he had a very basic hotel room with a single full sized bed. The imp had Stolas pinned to the mattress. His tongue swirled in the prince’s mouth, sliding far enough to touch his throat. His tail was wrapped around Stolas’ thigh, the tip still teasing the owl’s balls.

When Blitzø finally broke the kiss, Stolas was gasping for air. “Oh my- FUCK!” Blitzø had bit into his neck before he could catch his breath. Even the imp’s pointed teeth couldn’t easily sink through all Stolas’ feathers. Which was why he bit down hard. “You do like to be in charge, don’t you Blitzø?” The imp ripped the shirt off Stolas, tearing the fabric as he scratched the prince’s chest.

“You fuckin know it.” He slid his body up Stolas’ torso. His smug expression was full of rough desire. Blitzø flicked his forked tongue at the tall demon’s beak. Stolas’ mouth parted open as he leaned toward Blitzø’s tongue, desperately wanting it back in his mouth.

Blitzø chuckled. “And your lanky ass loves it.” He pushed Stolas back onto the mattress with one hand as the other grabbed part of the torn shirt. Using his teeth, he tore the fabric into a long strip. “Aw shit, thread in my braces. Hang on.” With his tongue and claw he tried to locate it until Stolas reached up to delicately remove it. Blitzø thanked him then grabbed the taloned finger in his teeth. Stolas moaned in pleasure as the imp then pulled the finger into his mouth and sucked on it.

“Oh, yes, I do love it, Blitzø. I love when you take command, when you’re in control. I love when you [redacted] my [redacted] [redacted] with your thick [redacted].” Stolas continued to list what he liked from Blitzø as the imp removed his finger with a ‘pop!’ He grabbed both of the prince’s wrists and used the t shirt strip to tie them together.

He flung Stolas’ bound wrists back over the Goetia’s head. “Told ya so.” With a lustful look, he stripped off his own shirt and pants. He left his tight black underwear on. Not that it hid his bulging erection. Stolas let out a soft whine as he eyed Blitzø’s hard cock straining against fabric. The smaller demon laughed huskily. “Nah, I don’t think you’re desperate enough yet.”

The teasing promise in the imp’s voice made Stolas tense and squirm. He could simply order Blitzø to strip fully but that took all the fun out of things. Keeping himself from issuing any demands also added an odd thrill to their liaisons. So he held back any words as Blitzø played with him.

Blitzø bit and kissed, stroked and scratched, teased and tormented Stolas. Blitzø brought him to the edge of coming before easing off. The imp snuggled up against him, gently nuzzling his neck feathers as Stolas relaxed. Then he sank his teeth into Stolas’ collarbone and began the delicious torment again.

Once he had Stolas whining in desperation, Blitzø took off his underwear and straddled him across the chest. His tail quickly wrapped around Stolas’ cock. The prince gasped and Blitzø took the opportunity to grab both sides of his head. The imp roughly pulled Stolas’ head to his groin and thrust his cock down the prince’s throat. Stolas was vaguely grateful he didn’t have much of a gag reflex. Then he couldn’t think of much of anything as Blitzø face fucked him.

Stolas closed his eyes in bliss. Blitzø’s thick penis filled his mouth. The owl demon used his tongue, stroking and tasting every hard inch as Blitzø kept thrusting. “Fuck, Stolas. That. Feels. So. Fucking. Good!” He punctuated each word with a sharp short thrust. Meanwhile his tail was wrapped around Stolas’ cock. Each thrust of his hips made his tail slide around the owl’s length.

Stolas moaned around the cock in his mouth. Blitzø started to thrust faster, grunts of pleasure and exertion escaping his throat. Suddenly he went rigid. His claws flexed as he held Stolas’ head against his crotch. Stolas could feel Blitzø twitching and pulsing in his mouth as the imp came. Warm cum filled his throat. The sensation of Blitzø orgasm in his mouth tipped Stolas over the edge. He came hard, coating the loops of Blitzø’s tail.

The two demons stayed frozen in place for a moment. Then as the tension eased away, leaving the soft pleasure, Blitzø let go of Stolas’ face. Stolas swallowed the remaining saliva and cum, his head relaxing onto the pillows. Blitzø unwrapped his tail to let it flop off the side of the bed. Then he shifted to lay next to Stolas.

With his arms still bound, Stolas brought them down, maneuvering to embrace Blitzø. The pair laid there for a time, basking in the aftermath of shared pleasure.

Then, once Stolas could think clearly again: “Thank you, Blitzø. It seems you were right.” Blitzø, not quite able to speak yet, waved a horns sign with one hand. Stolas smiled and nuzzled the imp’s forehead.

A few moments later, Blitzø extracted himself to clean off his tail. He brought back a towel and bottles of water for the two of them. Cleaner and hydrated, he untied Stolas so they could cuddle better. They chatted idly for a bit, brainstorming activities for the next couple days. Blitzø wanted to visit an all-you-can-eat hot dog bar while Stolas was interested in a local bookstore that specialized in works on local cuisine.

Plans made, Blitzø shifted on top of Stolas again. “Well, Mr. Power Bottom. Ready for more?”

With a smirk of his own, Stolas rolled them so he had Blitzø pinned. “Very much so,” he murmured, kissing his lover softly.

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A/N: This is what Stolitz nation wanted with The Full Moon right? I’ve been wanting to write this bit for awhile and after the emotional damage of Full Moon I needed this feelings bandaid.

Side note, updates have been slow due to Striker still not vibing with my brain and our kiddo being on summer vacation. Writing mature audience content with an elementary schooler around all day does not compute for me. So new parts are coming out slower but the tale must go on!

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stories-and-chaos · 1 year ago

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Tarnished

[Helluva Boss AU where Blitzø’s childhood theft from Stolas’ palace is discovered and major consequences ensue for everyone involved. Concept inspired by this AU, Push. Trying to stick with established lore but taking some liberties to make the drama work. Multiple headcanons from various sources I’ve come across included as suits the story. Starts roughly five years before Murder Family, I’m making assumptions about the timeline]

[18+ rating for language, implied sexual content, violence, alcohol consumption and general Hellaverse-ness]

[Part 1/?? Word count: 3761]

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Moxxie’s back slammed into the rough wooden bed frame as he heard the distinctive clang of prison bars rattling shut. He still couldn’t believe Chaz had just left him there. Grabbed the goods and ran. The imp realized his boyfriend was just as shitty out of bed as he was in it. He started tearing up as he climbed on the bottom bunk. Moxxie knew his dad wouldn’t bail him out or anything. He might have been the boss’s only (legitimate) son but he was also the most junior member of the family. And Crimson was not a sentimental imp.

Moxxie had been caught red clawed too, pinned by the security gate. No need for any formalities like a trial in the Greed Ring. A mugshot, strip down, and forced into a jumpsuit before the cops tossed him in a cell. Of course, Greed’s police force was basically a mafia on a wider scale.

“Soooo, what’re you in for?” A voice drawled from the top bunk. Moxxie hadn’t realized he had a cellmate. Oh crumbs, had the other demon heard him crying?! If there was a way to ensure you didn’t get out of prison in one piece, it was letting others know how weak you were the moment you were locked up. His tail reflexively whipped closer, as if trying to hide himself.

“Okay, not much of a talker, are you?” The voice almost sounded jovial. In prison? A squeak of the mattress and the other prisoner launched himself to the floor with theatrical flair. Before he could do more than sit up and blink the tall imp gripped his hand to shake. Not the vice-like grip his father used, hard enough to make claw shaped indents into the other’s hand. It was a firm, friendly shake.

“I'm Blitzø, the "o" is silent. I'm sure we're going to get along just fine. So, what's your deal? What'd you do? Who'd you diddle? You look like someone good with a gun. You look like someone who could shoot up an office-“ Moxxie tried to interject, but the other imp plowed on.

“-and I hope you are 'cuz I got a plan to get us out of this dump but I'm going to need some help, you think you can give me a hand? I need to get out to my daughter. The babysitter will kill me if I don't get back soon. Also I got some business scheduled in Pride that I gotta get back for. Do you like kids? 'Cause lemme tell 'ya. They're a-fucking-dorable.” Moxxie felt his eyes warming up with more tears but his lips were forming a shaky smile. He realized he hadn’t smiled like this since… well he could barely remember. At first he thought since Chaz ditched him, but really it was since his mom “disappeared.”

It took a couple of days for the cellmates to enact Blitzø’s plan. Moxxie had to learn the complex’s layout and they had to make sure they could get to a weapon cache. Their escape was successful, both of them got banged up, and Moxxie’s body count tripled as a result of the escapade.

A few things they learned about each other: Blitzø’s circus background made him extremely agile and prone to acrobatic feats in a fight. He was batshit crazy once the ichor started flowing but he kept his eye out on his partner. The scarred imp backed up Moxxie more than once when he floundered while they fled for the Pride Ring. His plans were grandiose but he was quick to adapt and quicker to protect his cohort.

On the other claw, Moxxie was even better with firearms than Blitzø thought. So long as the kid kept his composure, he didn’t miss a shot. It was almost magickal and he saw more magick than most of their kind. The kid seemed quiet and well mannered for the most part. He could get absolutely fucking feral in a fight, becoming an even better shot if that was possible. But he was insecure and desperate for approval. The pure shock on his face when Blitzø told him “nice work Mox,” after they got out told the older imp that he’d probably never been praised in his life.

One bonus to no trial before you were thrown in prison? No one was too keen on dragging you back if you got out. Especially if you massacred 80% of the guards on your way out, traumatized 18%, and awakened some very interesting feelings in the final 2%. It wasn’t worth spending hard grifted money chasing down someone who would just do the same thing even if you managed to catch them. If they’d run off from Mammon, the escaping prisoners would be hunted down. But otherwise, even the police mafia didn’t give that much of a shit.

The duo had snagged a couple of overcoats so their bright orange jumpsuits would stand out less. The plan was to get to Blitzø’s apartment, check up on his kid, grab some cash to rent Moxxie a room for the night and change before Blitzø had to be at his appointment.

Except once they got to the Pride Ring, Blitzø started freaking the fuck out. “Shitshitshitshitshiiiiiiitfuckingdammit.” A stream of profanities just kept coming out of his mouth as Blitzø picked up his pace.

“Um, sir?” It was drilled into Moxxie to address superiors as sir or ma’am; Blitzø had taken charge during their escape and didn’t seem to mind being called sir. “What happened, you started panicking once we got here.” This was presumably the older imp’s home turf, yet he was more off balance than at any other point in the past three days.

“FUUUUUUUCKokay Mox, change of plans.” He spun around and grasped the shorter imp by the shoulders. “I lost track of the time and I can’t miss this appointment. Do you know anyone in this ring that can put you up for the night?” Blitzø doubted it. It seemed like the kid had stayed in Greed up until now. A quick head shake confirmed that. “You got two choices, cause I don’t have time to get you someplace first. You can head off alone and we’ll meet up tomorrow or you can come with me, play along, and hope it’s not worse than prison.”

Moxxie was taken aback; first off that was the most words in a row without swears he’d heard from Blitzø. Second, “Where are you going that’s worse than prison?”

“A Goetian estate.”

Moxxie’s jaw dropped. He might as well have said he was meeting up with Lucifer. Yet… Blitzø had an appointment to be there. And it was important enough that he couldn’t even check on his kid first. Not to mention, wandering around an unfamiliar area wearing a prison jumpsuit was next to suicidal. “I’ll stick with you sir.”

“Ballsy! I knew I fucking liked you Moxxie.” He whirled around and started loping toward the fancy ass side of the city. “Keep up Mox! We gotta go!”

It took about half an hour of running and weaving through crowds but they made it before…whatever time Blitzø was so intent on outrunning. He had started running even faster about halfway, his desperation more than apparent. Once he passed through the gates, all the tension left his body. He slumped to the ground; Moxxie hesitated as he gaped at the ornate fencing. The gate and elegant fence had the symbol of the Goetia family (a crowned heart) emblazoned every few yards.

Moxxie had grown up a privileged life, especially for an imp. Servants, tutors, a well stocked manor. But the building in front of him was on another level. It was more of a palace than anything; multistoried with heraldic banners hanging, multiple manicured gardens, statues strategically placed and the master’s sigil glowing prominently on the wall. And that was just what he could glimpse in the full moon’s light. This was the difference between money and royalty.

“Last chance Moxxie. C’mon in or head off somewhere and I’ll meet you at my office at noon tomorrow. If you’re still standing around here in a few, those fuckers will drag you with me anyway.” He gulped and stepped onto the grounds next to the other imp. “Still ballsy.” Blitzø’s grin was back.

“Here’s what’s going to go down. Any minute now some beefy hellhound fucks are gonna show up to haul me in. They might grab you, might let you walk. Either way, keep your mouth shut and just back me up if I ask. Hopefully we won’t see that overdressed bitch tonight but if she’s around don’t make eye contact. And-“ whatever he was about to add was cut off as four hellhounds jogged up.

Blitzø wasn’t kidding about them being beefy. They were all different breeds but they all had biceps as big as his head, wrapped in artfully ripped suits. The matching suits, earpieces, sunglasses, and crisp posture gave them an air of professionalism that was a sharp contrast to his dad’s goons.

“Oh look, it’s the Chucklefuck squad and the Douchenugget duo. Who’d you piss off to land the night shift?” Blitzø taunted the Hounds, seemingly indifferent to the fact any one of them could snap him in half. Two of them grabbed Blitzø by the arms, grinning sadistically at the thought of manhandling the smaller demons.

“Lady Stella specifically requested we escort you in, Blitzø.” Blitzø winced “Satan fucking dammit.” Apparently Lady Stella was the overdressed bitch he’d mentioned. “She’s got a party tonight so she doesn’t have to hear your scrawny ass getting pounded. But she knew how much you’d like friends to bring you home.” The Hellhound punctuated his words with a sharp snap of his teeth.

Home? Moxxie backpedaled in confusion, only to bump into the leg of another security Hound. Said Hound grabbed him around the torso, easily pinning both arms and leaving Moxxie’s hooves dangling far from the ground. He struggled, trying to at least get back to the ground. The size difference and Moxxie’s lack of weapons meant he didn’t stand much chance at the moment. The pair with Blitzø took the lead, not caring that his dragging hooves were tearing furrows into the lawns or creating sparks on the paths.

Blitzø let them, worn out from the prison break and subsequent dash back to Pride. He was too tired to try to keep pace with his “escorts.” He kept glancing back to Moxxie, trying to reassure him. The younger imp was clearly terrified. He couldn’t really help the kid at the moment; the bulldog faced Hellhound carrying him lifted his lip whenever Blitzø looked back.

Fuck this fucking farce and fuck Paimon with a rusty crucifix for doing this, Blitzø thought to himself for the ten thousandth time in his life. Best to go through the motions as quickly as possible. The group arrived at one of the drawing rooms and Blitzø was dumped unceremoniously on the thick carpet.

The whirlwind trip through the estate proved to Moxxie that royalty had a whole different definition of luxury from what he knew. Paintings, mosaics, sculptures, exotic plants were just the beginning as they rushed through hallways wider than his bedroom at his dad’s. He’d lost count of how many doors they passed before they reached one in particular.

Blitzø was thrown to the ground but the one holding Moxxie didn’t loosen his grip. Blitzø glared back at the Hellhounds, hissing. The Hounds responded with low growls. Everyone went silent when a lithe figure snapped the cover of a book shut and unfolded itself from a lounge by the fireplace. This had to be one of the Goetia, presumably the master of this estate.

His extreme height was the first thing Moxxie noticed. Moxxie was about average for an imp in height; the glimpses he’d seen of imp servants in this maze were all much smaller. Blitzø was on the taller end of the spectrum but the Hounds were easily double his height. This royal demon towered over them all. You could stack Moxxie, Blitzø, and even one of the small servants on a Hellhound’s shoulders and they still would barely be eye level with the demon’s glowing eyes.

At least the bottom set. He had two sets, a large bottom pair and a thinner set above that could have been mistaken for elegant eyebrows if they hadn’t been glowing red. Glowing eyes weren't unusual for hellborn, but the deep red pupil-less aura was still intimidating. The white facial disc only enhanced that aura with its contrast.

What could be seen of the demon’s form was covered in smooth grey feathers, sheening in the firelight. The plush robe he wore was lightly cinched at the waist and barely clung to the shoulders, showing the feathers covered the majority of his body. He stalked deliberately to where Blitzø was climbing to his hooves, features set in a stern expression.

“St- Master Stolas,” Blitzø stuttered as the avian demon loomed above him. Master?! Oh crumbs, what in Satan’s name is going on?! Was all that talk about a daughter, starting up a business, growing up in the circus, everything just a lie? “I got back as quick as I could, I didn’t even have a chance to check on Loonie first…” Stolas cut him off with a gesture. Apparently the daughter talk wasn’t a lie at least.

Stolas glanced at the Hound carrying Moxxie. “Put the little one down,” he ordered in clipped, cultured tones. “I’ll deal with them from here.” The Hounds exchanged glances and grins. Suddenly Moxxie was on the ground when his captor opened his arms. “As you wish, Prince Stolas.” The imp was getting serious mood whiplash. Stolas wasn’t just a member of the Goetia but one of the princes. Maybe Blitzø was right; this was worse than prison.

The guards hadn’t left the room before Stolas leaned over Blitzø, foreheads nearly touching. “What the FUCK were you doing in the Greed Ring that landed in you prison!” The Hellhounds grins grew wider as they shut the doors and Moxxie was sure he heard the slap of a high five. “Are you not being careful enough in the other Rings? You know if you get in trouble I have to get you out of it. And we don’t want that, do we my itty bitty imp?” Stolas punctuated his words with taps between Blitzø’s nostrils. His words were furious but Moxxie could see his expression softening once the doors clicked shut. He had plenty of experience being berated and threatened by Crimson, but he was getting so many mixed signals he didn’t know what to do.

“A job went bad, Master. It won’t happen again.” Despite just having a royal yell at him, Blitzø’s smirk was back. Without guards around he was able to give his companion a double thumbs up while replying. His voice sounded utterly defeated but his posture had perked up.

“Luckily for you, what passes for authority in the Greed Ring isn’t likely to give a shit about a couple of escapee imps. Speaking of which,” four dazzling red eyes locked onto Moxxie. “Who is this that you’ve dragged along?”

“Moxxie got tossed into my cell, I couldn’t just fucking leave him there. He’s a crazy good shot, figured he’d be a good candidate for that project we talked about.”

“Hmmmm,” Stolas seemed to be looking the young imp over. It was hard to tell without any pupils. “We will discuss this later. For now,” the prince continued in a haughty tone, “we need to establish the punishment for your little slip up during your extraneous activities. Both of you, follow me.” Stolas turned, his robe and tail feathers swirling dramatically around him. Moxxie looked nervously in Blitzø’s direction. There was a faint glow under the older imp’s shirt collar as he replied “Yes Master Stolas.” He gestured for Moxxie to follow, not at all concerned about what Stolas might have planned as “punishment.”

Apparently the room they’d been delivered to was the first and most public in the master suite. They entered what looked like a well appointed bedroom with a huge canopied bed adorned with blankets and a nest of deep cushions. There was a bookshelf inset in an alcove next to a chaise lounge and chairs, a small desk, and hints of a bathtub on a raised dais shrouded by curtains. Candles and moonlight made the Goetia emblem glimmer wherever it was stamped or embroidered.

The door locked shut behind them, nearly making Moxxie jump out of his skin. As soon as the door was shut, Stolas swooped down to Blitzø, cupping the imp’s cheeks with a tenderness that made his yelling in the drawing room seems like a hallucination. “Are you alright dearest?” the prince cooed as he stroked Blitzø’s head. “Mmph, I’m fine Stolas, really.” Blitzø’s voice was muffled from Stolas’ talons smushing his face. “Just tired from that last sprint. Almost didn’t make it in time. Fucking Cinderhella bullshit.”

“I’m sorry darling. I’ll keep working on it. I’ve been so worried the past few days.” Apparently satisfied that Blitzø was unhurt, the owl demon moved to nuzzling and preening the imp’s particolor skin.

Blitzø gasped at the soft feathers brushing his neck. “Stolas, if you wanna fuck as part of my “punishment” I’m on board, but I don’t think Moxxie wants to watch.” He looked at the other imp over the prince’s head. His face was flushed and a lazy lascivious smile spread across his lips. “Unless you wanna watch Mox. I’ve always liked an audience.” He waggled his eyebrows; Moxxie couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

Stolas’ eyes jerked open. He let out a surprised hoot before shooting up to his full height. “Ah! Um, yes, o-of course! We can pick this up later Blitzy.” Blitzy? Within moments Stolas had shifted from a pissed off royal yelling at his property to a flustered loverboy using pet names. “Apologizes for not properly introducing myself earlier.” He bowed with a deep flourish, putting his face eye level to Moxxie. “My name is Stolas, Prince of Ars Goetia.”

Blitzø stretched, popping vertebrae all down his spine and tail. “Didn’t your daddy tell you not to bow to imps?” The same jovial tone Moxxie heard when they first met was back in his voice.

Stolas snorted. “My father, the shit eating bastard that he is, can go fuck himself. Preferably with something full of splinters to join the stick up his arse.” The prince was just as foul-mouthed as Blitzø, with the addition of a fancy vocabulary. He guided Blitzø to the lounge and offered a nearby easy chair to Moxxie. It was built for a Goetia, meaning any imp had to jump to climb up and their feet would dangle childlike once seated. However Stolas produced a step stool from the book alcove, so he could seat himself with more dignity.

“Hi, I’m Moxxie Knolastname.” Hopefully neither of them would recognize the name of one of the Greed Ring’s crime families. “Sir, what the fuck is going on? You didn’t mention any of this before we got to the gates. What was all that about?” Moxxie gestured wildly to the rest of the palace, hoping to indicate everything that had just happened.

“Eh, guess you deserve some explanation. Not the best time but fuck it.” Blitzø rubbed at his forehead, specifically the All Imp Circus brand in the middle. In the space of a blink it changed from a black skull faced heart to a white heart topped by a crown, flanked by decorative lines. “Short version, my dad fucked me over and sold me to the Goetia. His dad,” he jerked a thumb at the lanky owl reclining next to him, “decided to add to the jackassery and bound us.”

“And I am not about to copy his example so I give my darling Blitzy as much free reign as I can manage.” Stolas wrapped his arms and legs around Blitzø with a look of glee. It was simultaneously tender, protective, and possessive. “Unfortunately, members of both my family and staff are quick to spread word to my wilted prick of a father and other members of Ars Goetia, so we maintain a semblance of the master/slave dynamic outside my chambers. Hence, all that.” Stolas vaguely waved in the same direction as Moxxie had before latching back onto Blitzø. “Eugh, Blitzy, you smell awful. That prison cannot have been sanitary. Please get cleaned up dearest, you and… Moxxie, was it? Hopefully we have something clean that will fit you; you’re a bit taller than much of my household staff.”

“I’m sure we’ve got some of my old stuff that’ll work. But seriously Stolas, I couldn’t check on Loonie before this. Can I pop out real qui-”

“Loona is fine.” Stolas interjected with a comforting tone. “I had one of the maids check up on her and the ‘babysitter.’ She let them know you were delayed and offered overtime pay to the young lady.” The maid, one of the few who was loyal to Stolas and Blitzø, relayed that the imp girl, while possessing a distinct country charm, was “thoroughly pissed” at having to watch over an angsty teenager without pay. She’d been all smiles again when informed of the extra money she was being advanced.

Blitzø took a deep breath of relief. He’d adopted the nearly adult Hellhound just a few months ago and they were still getting used to each other. He didn’t know what she’d do on her own yet, hence the babysitter. She was an imp from Wrath he’d gotten to know during the Harvest Festival Stolas had to officiate. She decimated opponents in the Pain Games so Blitzø knew she could handle just about anything.

“Thanks Floof,” he gave Stolas a quick frenching before heading through an inconspicuous door near the bed. He pushed Moxxie along and heard Stolas’ trilling voice call out. “Make sure you put those jumpsuits in the laundry hamper. I look forward to having a little prison bitch around later.” All of Blitzø’s spines stood up at the thought and a tingling warmth raced over him. Not about to let Stolas get the last word, he shot back through the closing door, “I’m sure Mox’s will fit you like those slutty rompers you like to prance around in.” He could hear hooting chuckles from the other room while Moxxie clapped his hands over his head.

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Moxxie blinked as the lights flickered on. As if one suite of rooms wasn’t enough, here was essentially an apartment sized for imps. It was much like a studio apartment with one large area for sleeping, eating, relaxing, and a mini kitchen. The furnishings weren’t a match for the rest of the palace, but decent and sturdy. There was a closet and one other door leading to the bathroom. No windows. The only exit was through the master suite. Moxxie started breathing hard as he realized this was basically an upgraded cell.

“Yeah, I know it’s kinda freaky. But it’s one of the safest places in the building.” Blitzø opened the closet and started tossing clothes on the bed. “We set this up after Stolas married that bitchy feather duster. Only people that can get in are me, Stolas, his kid, and one of the maids. Oh, and the people I bring in.” He took the pile of clothes and dropped them on Moxxie. “These are all too small for me now. We could raid the servant’s closets buuuuuuuut…screw that. Now let's see if there’s anything to eat.” A quick look in the fridge produced beers and a comically large cheese wedge. “Oh fuck yes, that woman deserves a raise! Or a good dicking if she wants it again.” Blitzø had the cheese in one hand, a beer in the other hand that was unzipping the prison wear and his tail wrapped around another beer. “You wanna eat before you clean up? There’s more beer, some fried chicken, and I think a salad if you want it.” He stuck out a forked tongue at the thought of vegetables. “Maybe a good enough fuck will get her to stop putting salads in here.”

Food, real food not prison slop, sounded great but a bit of time alone sounded better. “I’ll wash up first sir, I can’t stand this thing anymore.” Blitzø chomped away while giving him another thumbs up. Moxxie caught a glimpse of white scars covering patches of the other imp’s neck, arms, and torso, and what looked like a gold choker at his throat. He closed the bathroom door and dumped the clothes onto a bench. The bathroom wasn’t ostentatious like what he glimpsed in Stolas’s room. It had all the basics in a reasonable size. One thing he did notice was the horse decor. Horses and horseshoes everywhere. The rubber devilduckie was even a cowboy.

It was probably more polite to take a quick shower. Moxxie needed some time to regain his footing though, so he soaked in a bath. He’d been off balance since crossing the gates. Of course, nothing could have prepared him for anything he’d come across here. From everything he’d picked up Blitzø and Stolas were in a shitty situation and trying to make the best of it. It didn’t mean Moxxie had to stick around though.

Yeah, the older imp had broken him out of prison and talked about hiring Moxxie at his new startup. But he also hadn’t mentioned anything about being connected to Hell’s royal families.

Then again, Moxxie hadn’t mentioned his mafia family. He really didn’t want to either. He’d be just fine if his dad thought he died in the prison riot they’d caused during the escape. He could disappear in Pride and leave his own fucked up family behind. Blitzø and presumably Stolas were grateful for his help. Even if he didn’t want to work for them in the end, they probably wouldn’t just kick him to the curb. He wasn’t good at making deals. Crimson hadn’t let him join any important talks yet. But maybe he could leverage some cash out of the pair before finding his own way.

That would have to wait for the morning at earliest. From the sounds of it, Stolas was very enthusiastic about keeping their “appointment” tonight. With at least a glimmer of a plan, Moxxie finished washing and started digging through the clothes. There were a lot of t shirts, tanks, and leather pants. Skinny fit pants at that. Almost all the shirts had some sort of horse design; from one that said “Wild Horse” in messy red letters to one with a trio of sparkly pastel horses rearing under a full moon. Eventually he found a button down with a tailcoat that was pretty close to his normal clothes. It wouldn’t be tailored perfectly but it would do for the morning. For the night he found pajama pants with a horseshoe pattern that he didn’t mind sleeping in. He wasn’t about to sleep nude in a room with a horny couple he barely knew one wall away.

“All yours sir.” Blitzø was flopped on the couch, having finished both the beers and cheese. He was working his way through beer number three, which he took with him to the shower. Moxxie rummaged through the fridge, finding not only what Blitzø had mentioned but the makings of sandwiches and a container of soup. A little more digging around the miniature kitchen and he found various dry goods that would make a decent meal. By the time Blitzø came back he was plating the spaghetti with cheese sauce he’d made. He topped it off with some chopped up fried chicken for some added protein. He made a sizable batch; he doubted a cheese wedge and beer was enough for Blitzø.

Blitzø himself emerged from the bathroom, dressed in horse print boxers (which didn’t hide his slight erection) and a fitted black tank. “Thank fuck, Stolas was right about the stink. Laundry’s gonna have fun with those jumpsuits.” His nostrils flared suddenly. “What the dick? Where’d you get all this Mox?” His eyes were shining at the food and Moxxie could swear he was drooling.

“In your kitchen sir. There’s plenty of dry ingredients for easy meals, probably so you don’t have to disturb the main kitchen during your… ‘appointments.’ I would have liked some mushrooms or fresh herbs for flavoring, the ground and dried ones just don’t quite measure up but I can understand the maid not wanting to have too much perishable food here if your stays aren’t consistent. In any case making a bechamel sauce is fairly simple, it is one of the mother sauces after all and the cheese was perfect for melting into it. I did cheat with the chicken and used the microwave but it works out since there’s not too much cookware here either-“

“Wait wait wait. You made this?” Moxxie nodded. Blitzø yanked open the door and yelled “FLOOF CHECK THIS SHIT OUT MOXXIE CAN COOK!”

There was an undignified squawk before the owl demon cleared his throat. “I hope this is more impressive than the ‘ghetto nachos’ you presented me with.” He had to dip his head to enter the room but once he was in the ceiling was high enough that he didn’t quite brush it with his crest feathers. “Oh! Oh my! That looks delightful! And it smells excellent.” He closed his bottom set of eyelids and inhaled deeply.

“Hey! Ghetto nachos are damn tasty.”

“I’m not saying they aren’t but microwaving processed cheese slices onto tortilla chips does not count as cooking. This on the other hand,” the prince opened his eyes, a pleased expression that had nothing to do with sensuality on his face. “This is incredible. Do I detect some mustard added to the bechamel?”

Moxxie hadn’t expected anyone to notice. “Yes, your highness. With the chicken already being breaded, I felt it would compliment nicely.” He’d never been able to talk to anyone about cuisine before. Everyone at his father’s house had laughed at him. Maybe his mom would have liked to talk about it…

“Please, call me Stolas in private. Might I try a taste?” Moxxie twirled noodles around a fork, making sure both meat and sauce were included. Stolas savored the bite, his eyes closing and his feathers fluffing up. “As delicious as I hoped. As I’ve had dinner already, I won’t keep you from such a well made meal.” He nuzzled the base of Blitzø’s horn before bowing out of the room. “I’ll be waiting Blitzyyyyy.”

Blitzø was already diving headfirst into his plate. “Christ on a stick Moxxie, this is amazing. And that’s not just a week of prison food talking.” How he could taste anything shoveling his food in his mouth that fast, Moxxie didn’t know. He did notice that Blitzø was eating with more enthusiasm than at any other meal they’d shared.

Before Moxxie had more than half his portion, Blitzø was slurping down the last noodle.”That was great, thanks Mox.” He dumped dishes into the sink. Stifling a yawn, he headed back to the master suite. “Make yourself comfortable. Sheets should be clean.” That lascivious grin came back. “Unless watching is the kinda shit you’re into. Stolas’ bed’s big enough for all of us if you feel like joining.” Moxxie nearly choked on his pasta.

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys this! The fic is in process and currently around 25k words so there’s a lot more coming. Next part will open up with NSFW content, heads up.

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