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“Thank you, thank you for coming and orgasming here tonight! Hope you all fucker visit us sometimes again!”
Shouting, Fizz twirled the mic in one hand while keeping the pole with the other and slowly spinning around. This was an exhausting night, Fridays were usually the worst of the whole week but tonight, because of Verosika's set, the turnout was higher than anticipated.
All Fizz wanted at the moment was a strong liquor, good fucking, possibly with some new toys Ozzie had bought last week, and a fucking rest. Hopefully starting from the latter.
"It was a real pleasure…" he purred the last part giving the audience a seductive smile, "to host you here tonight."
Bowing slightly, he began to extend his hand to prepare for his exit, but before he could end his thanks to visitors, another voice barged in.
"Love you Fizzy!"
A loud shout was heard from one of the tables in the first row near the stage.
Fizz barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes and only ground his teeth in hidden anger, still keeping a playful face on. He was far too tired to deal with this bullshit right now. Though he knew his ‘biggest fans’ were in the club, he hoped they would get off his way till the end of the evening so he could forget about their pitiful existence.
If it had been up to him, he would have discarded these two, and others like them, a long time ago and banned from ever going back. It wasn’t though, and the two pests were Ozzie's clients. And Ozzie’s reputation was more important than his horny and disgusting fans, so he put his flirty smirk on and answered as sickly sweet as his hoarse voice let him.
“And I love you too, random creep!"
In response, the whole audience burst into laughter. Using the occasion, Fizz gave one last bow and extended both his hands and legs as he popped out of the stage.
The moment he set foot in his dress room, slamming the door behind him, Fizz stripped off his jester hat, dumping it on a massive couch on the side. He had already asked Hen - one of the waitresses- to bring him some heavy drink, but she knows better than to get in without knocking.
Not after the last person, which did that caught him and Ozzie in the middle of their make out, though Sin didn't mind it himself, Fizz prefered to keep his intimate moment private. And since what upset Fizz upset Ozzie, now everyone knocked.
Thank Satan he still had his hat on back then, otherwise the fact that someone saw his dong would be his last problem.
Sitting in front of his dressing table, he slumped over, letting his robotic limbs dangle loosely from the armrests. He was exhausted, he was worn out, his robotic limbs felt heavier than usual and his head started throbbing.
That was a really intense show, with the Verosika concert as the main event and a few other well-known hell's celebrities as support. Adding to it Friday night and what you got is fucking ton of horny assholes expecting the most entertaining evening of their lives.
Looking at the clock on the wall, he sighed. He still needed to take a bath, redo his make-up and change before Ozzie came to pick him up.
At the beginning of his work in Ozzie’s, they used to fuck only from time to time, but latterly it was happening almost every day. After the show, when all formalities were complete Ozzie came for Fizz and took him to his penthouse or on the floor if they were both exceptionally horny, it simply was a matter of course now.
Some nice, sexy clothes would be in place. He had clustered a pretty impressive assortment of that since he and Sin started being fuck buddies.
He thought about hat silky black lingerie and high heels, remembering how pleased Ozzie was last time he had worn it.
He fucked him silly whole night long as if tomorrow would never come. But even though that had been one of the best fuck they had up till now, Fizz wasn’t really sure was he up for it tonight. He was already tired and a full night session with Sin, though inviting, didn’t seem like something he could sustain. But on the other hand, he didn’t want to turn Ozzie down…
A loud knocking at the door put him off his train of thoughts. Hen finally brought him that drink. Standing up slowly, he stretched his robotic hands to the full lengths grabbing the hat.
He threw the jester hat loosely on his head just to cover two humps on his head which used to be his horns and adjusted the collar. No one should see too much of his burned skin, it was only for Ozzie’s eyes to please, considering that maimed and scared imp could please anyone. But since that overgrown chicken had never knocked Fizz needed to put himself in shape for the waitress.
Knocking intensified and became heavier.
Yawning, he only rolled his eyes and with one long step got to the door. The knocking didn’t stop even when Fizz grabbed the handle and pressed it.
"Dear Satan, Hen!" he whined, opening the door "Stop banging that damn door and find someone…"
"Fizzy!"
The moment he opened the door pair of gross chunky arms coiled around him and squeezed so hard he could almost feel his ribs crush. He wasn’t sure what was happening when he was suddenly appressed against another body and clutched like a stuffed toy.
Which he wasn't. Definitely not. Besides the only demon who was allowed to squeeze him like that was Ozzie himself. Whoever that fucker was he wasn’t Ozzie.
"The fuck?" he yelled, snapping out of the first shock.
"I wanted to do it for so long!" a sleazy voice groaned much too close to Fizz's ear as stubbly face started nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"I saw every show and bought every single merchandise" he was rabbiting on "I’ve even got four of your robots! And they are amazing!"
Thanks Satan, he had not taken his costume off, so fucker couldn't touch any part of his body apart from the face -even that was too much- and Fizz didn’t have to endure skin-to-skin contact. He would vomit then for sure since he already felt sick listening to this.
Guy looked like overweighted seedy incel, the type that lived in his mommy basement, washed once per month in rain or ditch, ate only cheap ass fast food and wore scruffy sweaty clothes. The type that stalked hot demons to make them pictures and hung on his dirty wall in his sleazy basement to masturbate to them while touching their crotches or boobs with his greasy hands imagining having one of them laying there between his bed and a pile of used dirty underwear.
What was worse creep was decidedly one of his 'fans', he was wearing this dumb sweatshirt with Fizz effigy on the hoodie and in one hand kept, now folded, mask that was supposed to imitate jester’s face.
"Great for you!" he snapped, wiggling like crazy to finally free himself so he could call security and get rid of that stinky disgusting creep. Probably also beat their asses for letting that cluckhead slip backstage "Hope you could satisfy at least one of them. Guys are demanding, you know."
He giggled to keep his cool, he wasn’t going to panic because of some handsy stinky fanboy. He was better than that.
“And now let me go!” he growled finally freeing one of his hands and pushing fucker head from his neck.
‘But I bet’ creep not minding Fizz pushing drew him even closer ‘that neither of them can match the original’ he said, grabbing Fizz hand by a wrist and moving his eyebrows suggestively.
That was… bad.
Really bad.
Now Fizz was not only disgusted but also partly scared. Not THAT much because in the end, it was just some creepy fanboy, nothing he couldn’t handle, just a nuisance that exasperated him but not frighten. He refused to get cold feet because of someone like that.
Despite this, he felt his stomach in knots.
"Of course, I’m better than any of that stupid toys" he hissed, grinding his teeth, "but it’s not for you to check it. I’m not sleeping with smelly pigs."
"But… I thought you… Love me"
"WHAT!?"
What that fucker was talking about? Was he completely brainless, or was that some kind of joke?
"You said that," he mumbled, loosening his grip as confusion appeared on his face, "on the stage."
At that Fizz had to laugh. That was absurd. That was hilarious. That idiot was ridiculous. That idiot was hilarious. That idiot was pathetic.
Laughing Fizz didn’t even notice when creep unhanded him entirely. As he stepped back, a drop of sweat ran down his temple. A nervous chuckle joined hysterical laughter.
Famous Ozzie’s host together with his scurfy fan stood in the doorway of the first's changing room laughing for two completely different reasons. For any passer-by the situation would be at least disturbing, any staff member would probably question Jaster sanity.
But there wasn’t anyone there, only two imps.
The ridiculous situation was broken by Fizz who finally stopped laughing.
"Did you seriously think," started, using his newly acquired courage, he decided to rub some thoughts in that creep's face "I would feel something other than disgust to a sleazy, stinky, disgusting creep like you? You are really that dumb? All I feel looking at you is a need to vomit. So don’t make me suffer any longer and get the fuck out!"
He spat with as much venom as possible.
Guy stood there silently for another second looking at his feet. Fizz would have happily shut the door if fucker hadn’t stood right in the doorway.
"I didn’t mean to anger you." it was a barely audible whisper "I’m sorry Fizzy."
Fizzy
It felt wrong in the guy's mouth. Only Ozzie called him like this, everyone else just used his stage name.
"Fizzarolli. And get lost. I don’t want to see you again."
"It’s because I’m an imp, right?"
He mumbled with his head still down.
Fizz blinked. Honestly, he didn’t give a single shit was the guy an imp or succubus, hellhound or whatever. He was disgusting for all other reasons.
Though, if that would keep him away, Fizz might use it as well.
"Yea, coz you are dumb imp. Why the fuck would I ever want an imp like you. Now piss off or I’m going to call security," saying that he stretched his hand and grabbed his phone from the couch.
"No! Fizzy wait!"
Guy grabbed one of his shoulders.
"It’s FIZZAROLLI! AND DON’T TOUCH ME!"
Shooking the guy's hand off his shoulder, Fizz started to dial the security number.
"Wait please!"
Other imp didn’t stop, trying to grab jester again, this time though Fizz was faster. He slipped beneath the other’s hand and elongating his leg, stepped back into the room. Away from the weirdo.
"Don’t touch…" he spat but stopped seeing a blunt look on the other face.
"You are…"
Imp was standing like a frozen in the door frame with the gaped mouth and eyes wide open.
"I’m wha…"
He fell silent at the realization of what the other had in the hand.
His jester hat.
Fucker had taken off his fucking jester hat.
But that meant…
At the realization Fizz's hand automatically moved to his head, covering his broken horns. Like if he actually could hide them. Like if he actually could fix what just happened.
The phone call got completely forgotten. He mindlessly dropped his phone and it fell on the floor with an audible thud.
But all Fizz was able to hear was his quick heartbeat.
Satan, he was such a failure.
Ozzie is going to kill him. He would be so pissed when he hears about it.
Panic hit him like a train.
"Gi… Give it back!" he yelled stretching his hand to get his hat back.
Fuck! What is he going to do?!
"You are an imp," the guy said, tightening his grip on the hat.
"Give it back fucker!"
"You’re an imp!" he repeated through gritted teeth.
"Listen if you ever tell…" Fizz warned, but the imp burst into the changing room, grabbing him by the shoulders.
“You think you soo much better than me, don’t you?" he snapped shoving jester back onto the floor "You think you’re soo superior coz what? You fuck demon prince?"
“Get off me!"
Fizz yelped as the heavy body pinned him against the floor and dirty hands were clenched on his neck. He grabbed them in the hope to push the bastard off himself, then he would be able to run away and get some help, but they were fixed too firmly.
"What now prince-fucker? Still so superior? Still so all-mighty?"
He hissed, tightening the grip on Fizz's throat and completely cutting off air from slimmer imp lungs. Fizz never was a big fan of choking in bed, and feeling how he slowly started to black out reminded him why. He couldn’t even squeak.
Everything started to be blurry.
Fucker rant rang in his ears.
His lungs were aching from lack of oxygen and his body felt like being crushed.
Tears were gathering in his eyes.
Fuck!
"You crying?" imp eased his grip a little, letting jester take a gasping breath, "You know, I always thought you’d look pretty while crying. And guess what? I was right."
He chortled as one of his hands roamed down Fizz's body. He tried to undo the collar swiftly but quickly lost patience and just tore it off and tossed it somewhere behind. The whole motion let Fizz unnoticeably elongate one of his arms, grabbing whatever heavy he could from the dressing table while the bastard still had been fixed on his collar.
He stuck with a glass vase which one of the waitresses left to brighten up the room. Its walls were thick and adding the weight of the water inside, the whole thing was as heavy as lead.
After tearing his collar off, the bastard straightened and, with a toothy grin, looked down on the now uncovered jester’s neck and collarbones. Meanwhile, his free hand was slowly stroking Fizz's flat chest and slender stomach.
"Yea, you are clearly better than any doll," he said while a small spurt of saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth down his chin.
"You look like a snack" he giggled, leaning closer to Fizz’s face "and I want a bite.”
Jaster finally dropped the vase directly on the back of the other's neck. With a crack of the vase, heavy body shook and collapsed on Fizz’s with a bastard head right beside his own. Swiftly Fizz wiggled from beneath the now unconscious creep, quickly raising he headed to the door.
Only to stop middle way realizing something.
His horns were still fully on display and one bastard knowing about his little secret was more than enough.
He briefly searched for it before localizing the item next to the couch. Grabbing it from there, he put it on as fast as he could without caring whether he got it right or not. Ready to get out, he stopped again to look after his phone.
He might use it to finally call the security so they could take away this bastard. Maybe he would even be able to avoid involving Ozzie in this whole drama. Maybe he would be able not to make an idiot of himself in the prince’s eyes.
In the end, who would believe such a weirdo. Especially without any damn proof. He didn’t take any pictures or film anything. He was just a creep against a hell-wide star. Not to mention that even if his babbling were jeopardized business, Mammon would get rid of him in a flash.
Yea there is nothing to worry about. He just needed to have this fucker kicked out before Ozzie would come here.
As he stretched his hand to get the phone, which was laying in front of the dressing table, motherfucker started slowly recovering consciousness. Not taking his eyes off him Fizz tried to turn on his phone only to see glitching black screen.
Perfect. Just brilliant.
"Fizzy… wait…" mumbling, creep slowly standing up "Wait Fizzy… I didn’t mean to."
When he stood up completely, the jester only backed off towards the door.
"Stay right where you are," he spat with his back against the door, trying to feel the doorknob behind him.
“I’m really sorry…” he said with his hand in the air bit by bit reducing the distance between them.
Already knowing what he was up to, Fizz only threw his broken phone in the bastard face before yanking the door open and running out.
With one long step Fizz immediately was on another end of the corridor, with amusement looking behind at other imp’s stupid face when he was no longer in his range.
And then he banged into something.
Something high and solid covered in fine leather.
Taking a few steps back and looking up, he already knew what, or rather who, he would see.
“Fizzy?"
Honey like voice sounded in his ears as the embodiment of lust himself bent down to take a closer look at his pitiful form. There was a slight frown on his main face and a look of surprise on his other heads. He looked his jester up and down with one hand on his hip and holding a green drink with lemon and loopy straw in the other.
"Ozzie…" Fizz chuckled, forcing a broad smile on his face, "what are you doing here so early?"
“Caught Hen on her way to bring you a drink, though I can…” he stopped as his stare moved behind Fizz.
Jaster looked over his shoulder only to see how that disgusting piece of shit was backing off, trying so hard not to get the prince's attention. Little did he know that the part of the corridor he was trying to run away through was a dead-end.
“Who is that?" Asmodeus asked, standing up to his full high as frow on his face only deepened.
"Fan. You know…" shorter demon waved his hand dismissively.
"A fan?" Asmodeus raised his brow suspiciously “What kind of fan, if I may ask?"
He said, handing jester his drink and still not taking eyes of another imp, who recently was tripping on his own feet trying desperately to get out of the Sin's eyesight.
“You know…"
Fizz started but stopped to take a long drag of drink, the most obvious way to buy time but only one he could think of at the moment. He still wasn’t sure does he want to tell Ozzie what happened, he would see him as an idiot and it’s not like no one ever groped him before.
He can live with it, he would just put this event in a box of things he would never think about ever again it would fit perfectly between all memories of his stupid family, BlitzO and a fucking dumpster fire which his life used to be.
Realizing he drank half of his drink in one go, he finally let go of the straw and with a stupid smile and shrug of arms as he continued.
“Kind of that is little too inquisitive.”
Prince gave a loud sigh and started massaging his temples with one hand while extending the other to let jester get on his shoulder. Fizz didn't need another invitation as a second later he already was seated on prince’s shoulder, nuzzling into that puffy mane.
“Are you aware," started Sin calmly, "that I saw you running away from…” he stopped to look up at the other imp who somehow managed to get to the other end of the corridor, "him."
Fizz only sighed, feeling suddenly tired, as if the whole adrenaline rush which he had got in the changing room just flew off his body.
“I didn’t run…"
It sounded so unconvincing he wouldn't believe it himself.
“Fizzy."
Asmodeus give him this warning look.
“I didn’t really,” he repeated staring at the now empty glass.
“Fizzarolli.”
Asmodeus rarely used his full name, preferring to use made-up nicknames or pet names, but when he did it always meant that Fizz was in trouble.
"He took off my hat, we wrestled a little,” he admitted feeling how his cheeks were getting hotter, probably a drink.
“That’s all?” the prince asked this time more gently but still firmly.
“No…" imp answered, not taking his eyes of glass in his hand, "he tried to... you know."
There was a moment of silence before Ozzie spoke again.
“That’s why you don't have your collar on?”
Right, he forgot about that detail.
“Ye..."
“Could you get off my arm for a second?"
Fizz gulped and slowly slid off Ozzie’s extended arm. He wasn’t sure what the big guy wanted to do, but probably nothing good considering the tone of his voice. Was he angry at Fizz too?
Shit, he should have kicked that creep out the moment he saw him backstage. He was such an idiot.
The moment Fizz touched the floor, Ozzie with long heavy steps was on his way to the imp who currently turned into jelly in the other corner of the hall. It took the prince only a second to get to him, stopping just in front of the intruder with his back to the jester.
“L-Lord Asm…"
Imp had tried to mumble, still trembling like a leaf, before the ominous voice of the Sin thundered from all around, making the whole building quake.
“Silence!”
The atmosphere changed completely, becoming darker and sinister. Usually, pleasant, warm and welcoming air in Ozzie’s, full of lust and excitement, was now icy, heavy and almost suffocating. Most lights on the corridor went off, leaving it in the shadow, illuminated only with a few subdued lamps still on. The whole scene was a telltale of feelings swirling in the King of the ring.
The larger demon looked at the imp with such a gaze that the little creature huddled future into a corner curling its tail around its shaking legs. A quiet whimpering escaped its mouth as it tried to keep from crying when the prince loomed over it.
The long silence was finally broken when Sin raised one of his giant feet and the imp in front of him squeaked in fear.
Fizz squeezed his eyes right in the moment of impact, hearing only cracks and snaps of broken bones. There was another moment of silence before he heard slow steps coming his way.
When he opened his eyes, he could see smiling Ozzie standing right before him. Everything went back to normal.
As normal as it could be, with a bloodied, mushy corpse in the corner of the hall and Ozzie’s boot covered in blood and whatever pieces of guts were attached to it.
“Sorry,” Fizz apologised and before Ozzie had a chance to say anything continued “I shouldn’t let him take off my hat and collar and…”
“Fizzy,” Ozzie interrupted, as he put a finger on his mouth, "I'm the one who should be apologising here."
“Eh?” jester only cocked his head in confusion.
“As an owner," the prince continued, "and employer, I should have guaranteed my employers safety. I failed you today, so I apologise.”
“It’s fine. Nothing that bad really happened,” Fizz claimed with a nervous chuckle, taken aback by Sin’s apology.
“It could, but I swear something like that will happen again. And whoever let that peasant slip in here will be punished."
“Be careful with that," warned jester with his typical grin back on, "coz they may like it.”
Ozzie only chuckled, extending his hand for the shorter demon to get on his shoulder again.
"You think so?"
"Yea, only prude wouldn’t enjoy being stepped on by over a nine-foot sack of fluff."
Saying that Fizz nuzzled his face in Ozzie's mane.
This time prince laughed as he petted his favourite host head.
“I guess you’re right. And now, what do you say for a hot bubble bath?"
"Only if you join me." Fizz purred while his tail wiggled with excitement.
"With a pleasure."