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Blitzø was pretty sure he got the damn cold from Fizzarolli, who he met up with last week. He wanted to catch up with him on the details of Asmodeus’s latest batch of sex toys to try to spice things up with Stolas on the upcoming full moon and ended up coming back with a cold instead of a dildo. With that horny bastard sniffling the entire time, he should’ve known he would catch whatever was in his system. 

Blitzø hadn’t gotten anything done today. He couldn’t get out of bed for longer than it takes to go to the bathroom and back, let alone anything else. He’d been awake for hours now, just lying on the couch, waiting for death to take him at this point.

He knew he needed help, but with Loona being out with Octavia for the day and M&M covering for him at work, he had limited options. Very limited. He begrudgingly picked up his phone and punched in a phone number he wouldn’t dare admit to anyone that he knew by heart.

The phone rang

And rang.

And rang.

That feathery motherfucker.

It was fine. He didn’t need someone to take care of him. He could manage things himself. It’s not like he wasn’t used to it. He tried to muster up the energy to stand up only to be interrupted by the sound of his phone on maximum volume causing him to nearly jump out of his skin.

♫˚⊹⋆  My Little Pony!  My Little Pony!  What is friendship all abou-  ⋆⊹˚♪♫

He snatched up the phone and answered.

“Blitzy! How are you, dear?”

Stolas hadn’t even heard Blitzø’s voice, yet he already sounded so excited. He rolled his eyes, ignoring the heating spreading across on his face.

“Well, I feel like Satan himself fucked my little red hole to the Pride ring and back, so…I’ve felt better.”

“Oh Blitzy, is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well…”

He sniffled loudly.

“I, uh…just need help with some shit around the house. You don’t have to though, you’re probably busy with all your royal bullshi-”

“I’ll be over in 30.”

With a click the call ended. 

That cocksucker hung up on me.

He flopped face-first onto the couch, his face flushed against the cool pillow. He could feel his heart beating faster and a tightness pulling in his chest.

My cold must be getting worse , he thought to himself.

Waiting for Stolas to arrive, Blitzø laid there, immediately regretting his decision to ask for help. Asking for help isn’t something he does. It’s always made him feel uncomfortable, like an itch under his skin that he just couldn’t scratch. And for someone like Stolas to see him in this state, someone that he…

He pushed away the thought, rolled over on the cramped couch he had been trapped on all day, and tried to think of anything else. Feeling tired and overwhelmed, his eyelids started to feel heavy and his mind began to wander.

I’ll just close my eyes for a minute.

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A clattering in the distance. The soft sound of classical music. The smell of something sweet wafting towards him.

He groggily cracked open an eye, and then another, only to see Stolas standing in his kitchen…doing his dishes? Wearing a pink apron that read ‘French Kiss the Cook’- which most definitely was not from the imp’s own house- Stolas bent over to retrieve cups from the dishwasher.

I should’ve gotten sick sooner , he thought.

Propping himself up on one arm, he took in the sight of his now-clean apartment. Clothes once scattered across the floor were now gathered into a basket. Soda cans and beer bottles were no longer strewn across the coffee table. Two teacups and a plate of cookies replaced them. Blitzø sluggishly swung his legs off the couch, taking a few moments to fully come to. Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he attempted to wipe the tired out of them.

“Blitzy, you’re awake!” Stolas hooted, sounding delighted.

“I hope you don’t mind. When I came in, you were already sound asleep. You looked so peaceful I couldn’t bear to wake you, so I took to doing a few things around the house.”

A few? 

Blitzø cracked a small smile. 

“Thanks, Stols. You didn’t have to do all this.”

Stolas peeled off his apron, folding it and setting it gently on the dining room table. He walked over to Blitzø and sat beside him on the small couch. Stolas looked at him and smiled warmly.

“Blitzø, I’m here anytime you need me. I’m just a portal away, dear.”

Blitzø blinked at him. He’s never been good at knowing what to say when someone’s being genuinely nice. Not sarcastic, not snarky, just nice. Caring. He settled on looking down at his lap.

A warmth was suddenly pressed against his brow. He looked up to find Stolas’s hand resting on his forehead. Almost immediately his face felt hot again.

“You’re still warm, Blitzy. I think it would be best for you to lie back down and rest some more.” 

Still? I don’t remember him checking my temperature before.

Before he could think any further on the matter, his thoughts were interrupted by a hand tracing his jawline to rest in the spot between his horns, right above his heart-shaped brand. Feathered hands sent a shiver down his spine as they just barely grazed the base of them. Stolas’s long claws raked lightly across the top of his head and a light purr started to emit from the imp. He closes his eyes instinctually, enjoying the feeling. Getting lost in the warm, fuzzy feeling he seems to keep coming back to whenever he’s with Stolas. his purr grows louder, gently rippling through his body. 

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Stolas was captivated. His head was flooded with all the reasons he adored the demon in front of him. He couldn’t help but marvel at the imp, drinking in every little detail. Down to the unique scars and markings that danced across his flesh, the mottled ivory that painted his beautiful crimson skin, and Satan, the expression on his face right now. That look of complete bliss was absolutely to kill for. They say a picture lasts longer, and he would do anything for a camera right now.

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Blitzø opened his eyes to see Stolas already looking at him. An enamored look plastered shamelessly across the bird’s face, his small pupils visible against the striking red color of his irises. 

He looked away, trying to escape the too-intimate eye contact, only to be pulled back in by traveling hands. Soft feathers ran down the side of his face, feathers lightly tickling his skin until coming to a halt, cupping Blitzø’s cheek. His clawed thumb ran slowly along it, the light touch causing a prickly sensation Blitzø wanted to instinctively shy away from. Even through his feathers, the hand felt so warm on his face, every small point of contact almost burning. Even through feathers, his hands felt so warm on his face, almost like he would be burned by the touch.

Then Blitzø froze. His stomach sank as he began to sober up to the situation. 

What the hell did he think he was doing?

This wasn’t at all what he had in mind when he asked Stolas to come over. He just wanted him to clean some stuff off the floor, maybe microwave some shitty tv dinner, and then leave.Instead, he was…baking for him? Doing his dishes? And cuddling him on his dingy little couch? He didn’t understand what was going on in Stolas’s head. It wasn’t like he cared about anything other than sex when it came to Blitzø. He had made it abundantly clear time and time again. He was just an easy lay, a cheap little fucktoy he could use every full moon to his heart’s content.

But, if that was the case, why did Stolas always feel the need to ask about his day? And what about when he got out of bed early to make him breakfast in the morning? (at least when he couldn’t manage to jump the balcony before he woke up) What did all those nights they spent talking for hours after sex mean? And the tens of times Stolas agreed to watch Spirit with him, not complaining even once? And now, as Stolas cradled his face, claws grazing his skin in just the right way, looking at him with that glimmer in his eyes, he felt more confused than ever. 

Stolas’s eyes almost sparkled as they looked at him, his expression of loving desperation saying he’d do anything to keep Blitzø in front of him. When did he start looking at him like that? Was this the first time, or had he just taken notice?

Anxiety stirred in his chest. With Stolas becoming bolder and more outright in his affection, he wasn’t sure how much longer he could maintain the distance he tried so hard to keep between the two of them.

It wasn’t like anything good could come of getting too close to him, anyway. He had tried the whole romance thing a few times and considering his ass was single, it obviously didn’t go too well. They always said he was too cold, too detached. But when he finally did let them in, they would come out as mangled and broken as him. Misery does not love company, so he decided he was done. He resigned himself to being a fuck-up. No one would love him, but he didn’t need them to. It wasn’t like he had the energy to deal with all that romance bullshit in the first place. It had always been messy, and confusing, and vulnerable. Too raw, too real. 

That’s why he liked fucking. It had always been simple- I’m hot, you’re hot, let’s get freaky. None of that feelings bullshit. If things get too serious, just cut it off. No need to stick around and get hurt. Low risk, high reward. Just how he liked it.

But now he had fucked up and made the mistake of letting Stolas get too close, falling apart in the hands of someone he was never meant to be with, and he didn’t know how to stop.

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The phone rang, waking Stolas from a nap he hadn’t noticed he had fallen into. A warm fuzzy feeling lingered in his chest from a dream he couldn't quite remember. 

He followed the sound and watched as floating letters expelled from the phone, spelling out just the name he was hoping for. While Stolas was beyond excited to hear from his dear Blitzy, he wondered why he would need to contact him outside of their scheduled time together on the full moon. Time and time again Stolas had messaged him first only to be met with dry, uninterested replies, often crudely misspelled or just plain unintelligible. So what was different about this time?

His heart raced as he reached for the phone, picking it up only to be met with the sound of an exasperated Blitzø. The imp quite uncouthly explained something about a sore derriere and a fever, followed by some half-committed mutterings in which he had…asked Stolas… to come over?

To help him? Blitzø wanted help. From him! 

The bird was astonished, mouth agape, drool still spilling out the corner of his mouth from a sleep he still had fully come out of. Grateful that the phone couldn't pick up the grin spread wide across his face, he quickly agreed to nurse his Blitzy back to health before the imp could take it back.

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30 minutes had passed by the time Stolas stepped through the portal leading into Blitzø’s apartment. 

Despite being accustomed to a large living space, he felt quite charmed by Blitzø’s cozy apartment. It was small but bursting with personality at every glance. Everywhere he looked, there was a story to tell- the art and band posters littered Loona’s bedroom door, the DVDS and board games that lined the TV stand, the excessive horse memorabilia that filled the apartment.

What especially grabbed his attention were the photos that cascaded haphazardly across the wall, many with Blitzø’s crude handwriting scribbled across them. Stepping closer, he recognized many of the people in the photos. Loona and Blitzø at the pool. A blurry shot of Moxxie. Millie posing in her work uniform. A photo of a young Blitzø. And a photo of…the two of them?

A breath caught in his throat. It was from one of their not-dates. Stolas had asked him to accompany him on a trip to the Greed ring as his bodyguard so he could safely take care of Goetia business and had ended up going out to eat after. There were the two of them, posing goofily in a human Burger Queen, flimsy paper hats adorning their heads and greasy burgers in hand. Blitzø had taken this one with his own phone, surprising Stolas when he suggested they capture the moment. He had tried his best to act casual while his heart swelled in his chest.

He stepped away and began to take in the rest of the apartment, noticing the state of absolute disarray it was in. Wreckage was strewn across every surface, dishes filled the sink, and pizza boxes littered the tables. He shuddered knowing that not an inch of the apartment had ever seen a feather duster. Continuing his assessment of the work he had ahead of him, he spotted a sleeping Blitzø resting on the couch. He forgot to breathe for a moment, having momentarily forgotten what he was there for. Who he was there for.

The imp snored soundly on the couch, looking much more at peace than his usual hardened self. Looking at him, he knew that this was the real Blitzø. He may put up a hard exterior but Stolas knew him to be the gentle demon that he truly was. He cared for his daughter, his friends, his employees, and even… himself?He could only hope. Although he could not be sure that Blitzø’s respect reached past their dynamic in the bedroom, his calling him over had to be a good sign, desperation or not. 

Slowly lowering himself to rest on his knees, he made sure not to not wake the sleeping imp. He drank in the view, not knowing when he would get to see Blitzø like this again. For once, his face was calm. No furrowed eyebrows, no beads of sweat along his face- just restful, heavy eyelids and light snores. He watched the rise and fall of his chest, deep breaths moving in and out. Gently pressing his hand to Blitzø’s forehead, he could immediately feeling the heat radiate off of him. He went to fetch the thermometer among the mess to confirm his fever and then wiped Blitzø’s forehead with a cold rag, watching eyebrows furrow as it came in contact with his skin. Quietly standing up, Stolas decided it was time to get to work. He was going to make Blitzø’s waking as comfortable as possible. 

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By the time Blitzø had awoken, the apartment had been cleaned to perfection. Spiders no longer lived in the cabinets and he could see his own face in every reflection. The apartment almost sparkled, it was so clean.

A low groan stole Stolas’s attention from his tasks. He looked over to see a now-awake Blitzø. Rushing over to see how his Blitzy was doing he grabbed the thermometer from the bathroom to check his temperature again. It was only a partial excuse to touch him. To feel the burning sensation that struck him every time their skin brushed. He wanted so badly to go further, to be skin to skin, lips to lips, soul to soul with this imp. Not that he would dare say any of this out loud. His feelings were untold, only leaking out in the form of his own neediness. Often he would ask Blitzø to come over during the day, to stay the night on the full moon (the entire night)- he’d even made up impromptu outings that required a bodyguard to accompany him. 

It scared him sometimes how much he cared for this imp. When they had been first reunited, he had no idea he would care this much for him. Now he selfishly wanted Blitzø to be his and for him to be Blitzø’s - for them to be each other’s one and only. Although he knew that reality may only ever live on in his fantasies. If he was ever to tell Blitzø how deep his feelings ran, the imp probably wouldn’t know what to make of it. He might pretend he didn’t say anything or make a joke of it, brushing it off as quickly as it came. Or worse, his Blitzy might leave and never come back. Blitzø would have to be the one to make the first move. If he ever did.

This wasn’t one of his romance novels, after all. Happy endings just didn’t come that easily.

He had become so lost in thought that he hadn’t even noticed the rumbling coming from beneath the lingering hand he had on Blitzø’s head. He had moved without thought, instinct and want taking over his body. He stroked and scratched at his head, knowing he liked the feeling. He had done it so many times before after he had fallen asleep in his bed, wishing for the moment to last forever. He felt the same now, with this demon he loved so much now purring under his touch. For so long, he had wanted nothing but for Blitzø to finally let his guard down. To have a genuine moment between them that wasn’t backed by sexual intent. 

Stolas had long dreamt of the imp letting his guard down and allow Stolas to take care of him and there he was, right in the palm of his hand. And he wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste.