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Typical Wrath Ring, Ozzie thought watching an imp jump another, fists flying over some petty comment. He watched them roll over and over each other while Satan stood beside him chuckling at the display. The other sin pointed with the hand holding his protein shake the opposite hand firmly in his pocket.
“Tussling. Gotta love it.” He said with his usual southern drawl as they walked in their smaller forms hidden to the population. Ozzie glanced back at him seeing the other crack his neck large wings straining in a stretch. “But- this is why I called ya here Ozzie.”
“To watch imps ‘tussle’?” He asked glancing at him eyebrow cocked.
“Nah.” He said smirking at him sharp teeth showing. “I put in a gym. Thinking they would get some fight out. Less brawling in my streets. But if any thang it just made their punches stronger. Which is hilarious!”
“Oookkkayy…” He said drawing out the word. He liked Satan, he really did, he liked to think of them as close. He thought maybe it had to due with their sins both being carnal in a way, carnal sexual desire and carnal rage. He was the only sin that called him Ozzie, the others insisted on Asmodeus. However, no matter how much he liked him it didn’t make his train of thought any easier to follow. He turned facing him waiting, “So I’m still not understanding why I’m here.”
“Aww see that’s the thang Ozzie. I think they need to get their aggression out a different way.” He said leading them to a more open area in the small city by a park, “I’d like to propose you setting up one of yer sexy lounges here. Maybe if they do your favorite work out instead of mine, they’ll calm their fire down.”
“Ohh! I get it.” He cooed. He did love a good deal with Satan. He had plenty of gyms in lust to help keep bodies at peek sexy levels, including his own private gym he and Fizzarolli shared. “I can do that.”
“Fucking fantastic!” He smirked. “Let’s talk shop over a beer. I’ll have my assistant gal write you a contract after.”
“Alright.” Ozzie said following him pleased. Satan wasn’t like Mammon, Beelzebub or even sometimes Lucifer, he made relaxed contracts with Ozzie, they had an understanding of sorts. So them sitting in a pub spit balling ideas over drinks wasn’t uncommon.
“Say,” Satan asked finishing off his third beer glancing over as the sun was starting to set. “How’s your little wild thang?”
Ozzie paused leaning back smirking, “You mean Fizzarolli? Not my dick, right?”
“Nah Ozzie, I don’t need to hear about that shit. But Fizzarolli, I like him.” He said fishing out his wallet. “I once watched him use those extendy arms to punch a mother fucker from across a bar.” He laughed throwing down money for the bill. “Shit was great. Hey, he coming to the party next week?”
“Of course!” Ozzie said following him out heading towards the center of town to a lovely park. “I’ve been bringing him for years. Why wouldn’t he come?”
Satan only shrugged beginning to talk about something else when movement behind him caught Ozzie’s eye. He tilted his head seeing a male imp bow to a female imp, proclaiming his love for her. She took on a look of shock eyes widening as the male began to dance around her while holding her hand. Ozzie watched the short dance completely ignoring Satan who after a moment took notice of what he was watching. When the imp was done, the girl threw herself into his arms kissing him ravenously.
“Ohh~” Ozzie purred watching the display their hands getting a bit needy in a public space. “What was that?”
“Heh- It’s called the Love Dance.” Satan laughed.
“Love Dance?” Ozzie asked looking at him then back to the hot and heavy make out session. “What’s that?”
“It’s how imps like profess their love to each other. Kinda of a little tradition for imps.”
“Does it always end in sex?” Ozzie asked watching the two blushing imps run away happily.
“Hell yeah!” His friend laughed. “It’s like a bone a fined guarantee. From my understanding once it happens imps will do anything after because they are just so fuck darn happy.”
“Anything?” Ozzie thought tuning out the other sin who was still talking away about the dance. Fizzarolli was an imp. He loved him too so it’s not like it would be a big deal to profess his love. He bit his lip smirking, oh yeah he could do a little dance to put Fizzarolli in the mood. After all it was just a cute little foreplay that would guarantee him some hot and heavy sexy time.
*****
He spent the next few days watching VoxTube videos on the love dance secretly. Watching male imps demonstrate it and how it works. He skipped over any lengthy explanations of the tradition. Just teach him the darn dance, he thought skipping through yet another video. He had eventually found one older male that just explained the dance simply.
“It’s important to bow to yer partner first.” The imp explained, ducking low to his giggling wife. “Do not raise your head above theirs. Take ‘er hand. Profess your feelings- ‘I love you.’ See don’t have to be nothing fancy. Give ‘er hand a kiss. Now its time to dance, hold that hand firm to show intentions but loose enough so she can reject ya if need be.”
Then he started dancing. Ozzie stood up restarted the video before grabbing a spare Robo Fizz he had snagged from his factory to practice with. He understood from watching enough video’s that if he did the dance wrong it was insulting enough to warrant a hard slap to the face and possible break up. He did not want that.
He struggled a bit to figure out how to get the Robo Fizz to constantly be above his head height yet allow him to dance in his true form. He had settled on placing him on a dresser. He turned the robot around before powering him on.
“Hi! I’m the Robotic Fizzarolli here to entertain you!” He spouted off happily, he started going through his preprogramed introduction while Ozzie tried shushing him.
He was doing this in secret as a fun foreplay surprise. He didn’t need to alert the real Fizzarolli to anything suspicious. He clamped a large hand over Robo Fizz glancing towards the door but luckily Fizzarolli it seemed wasn’t in earshot. He sighed, maybe he would practice with a powered down Robo Fizz instead.
*****
He decided he would do the dance tonight, after the party. They would each have a good buzz going and he would do the dance and get his sweet, sweet reward. He glanced at Fizzarolli who was sitting amused on his shoulder as they entered the party. He almost wanted to leave right away a party he went to every year to celebrate hell’s accomplishments or sexy Fizzarolli booty. He knew which he rather but alas he was a seven deadly sin so he had to be present.
Fizzarolli stuck with him in the beginning sitting on his shoulder, offering greetings to the other sins and royalty. Most gave Fizzarolli at least a polite acknowledgement but some ignored him. Mammon was one of the worst, he always acted like Fizzarolli was invisible or a stain on Ozzie’s shirt.
“Asmodeus please,” Mammon hissed annoyed eyes fighting not to roll. “Send your concubine to be with the others of his stature so we may talk in peace.”
Ozzie tried not to huff though Fizzarolli took it in stride leaning forwards, “Sure I’ll go. Maybe find your concubine of the night. Teach them a thing or two to help you relax if you know what I mean.”
Mammon huffed and Beelzebub turned up her nose at him as he stretched down walking away to some of the ‘lesser’ of their group. Really, he was going to join the dates or the less desirables, Ozzie recognized Charlie’s girlfriend from a picture and a few others but he tried not to care. Really, he was more annoyed with the sins for how they treated Fizzarolli.
“You know Mammon, I don’t appreciate you calling him that.” Ozzie said crossing his arms. “He is much more valuable to me than that.”
“Oh, please Asmodeus,” He said in a deep controlled voice. “He’s a jester demon. Nothing more. Though I suppose he’s better than an imp.”
“Eww.” Beelzebub agreed shuttering, “Did you see? Stolas brought an imp. Honestly can you imagine. He is destroying his good name.”
“Disgusting.” Mammon agreed sneering in Stolas’s direction.
“He did use to have a smoking wife.” Ozzie said nodding, “But he gave it up for lust. So-”
“It’s still an imp. And it’s still disgusting.” Mammon said flatly his tone implying that he thought Ozzie must be a moron to think anything else. Ozzie sighed defeated, this, this attitude was why he couldn’t ever even approach the topic of Fizzarolli letting everyone know he was an imp. Even though Ozzie himself knew and loved him just the way he was. He nodded along as Mammon spoke business when the other sin paused, “Asmodeus, your pet is getting into a verbal altercation with Stolas’s imp.”
He whipped his head around seeing the two imps beginning to get heated while Stolas was failing to calm them. He hurried over fast scooping Fizzarolli up under the arms before they got worse. He heard a laugh glancing over seeing Satan by Lucifer and Lilith. “Aww Ozzie let them have a row. They could use it.”
“No, no. That’s not necessary.” Ozzie said shaking his head. He glanced at Stolas who was trying to pull his imp, Blitz- Blitzo- whatever, away refusing to meet eye contact with the sin nervous. Ozzie shook his head glancing away, he didn’t really want them to be awkward but Stolas was the one that always acted strange. As far as Ozzie was concerned, they did Stolas a favor, his relationship with his maybe boyfriend was better than ever. He glanced down at a seething Fizzarolli, “Come on Fizzy-Pop, let’s get a drink.”
*****
A few hours later and the party was still going strong. Demon’s where dancing, the band was in full swing, and food and drinks were still flowing. He actually had a bit of a buzz. Nothing terrible but maybe his tongue was a bit looser and his inhibitions where lessoned. He smirked running a finger up and down Fizzarolli’s back as the imp sat next to him both hands on an overly large glass drinking pleased.
He glanced up at Ozzie, “You know we could probably sneak off an have some real fun.”
“Really? What kind of fun?” Ozzie asked running his finger down low circling Fizzarolli’s tail. Fizzarolli didn’t answer sticking his long tongue out to scoop a cherry in his drink bringing it to his mouth stem and all. After a few seconds he stuck back out his tongue cherry stem tied to a perfect knot on it. Ozzie smirked, “Hmm- such a talented mouth you got there.”
Fizzarolli smirked but before he could say anything a hand literally swept Fizzarolli off the chair and onto the floor like he wasn’t there. Startled Ozzie floundered to catch him and not spill his drink. He glanced up furious seeing Mammon sitting exhausted where Fizzarolli once was.
“You know Fizzarolli was sitting there.” Ozzie asked eyes narrowed holding up the offended imp.
“Your point?” Mammon asked.
“My point!?” Ozzie squawked perturbed, “My point was he was there!”
“And?” Mammon asked giving his head a shake like Ozzie was talking nonsense.
“Mammon I’ve had just about enough of this.” Ozzie snapped words a little freer with the amount of drinks he’d had. “You know I love Fizzy-Pop right?”
“Ozzie!” Fizzarolli hissed hands up wanting to pacify him.
Mammon only looked at him narrowing his eyes, “Disgusting.”
Ozzie bristled. Fizzarolli waved his hands trying to stop a bad situation from getting potentially worse. “Ozzie it’s ok. Let’s just go and I can show you what else my mouth can do and-”
“No.” Ozzie said fast standing, Mammon tightened his fist on his glass not about to back down. Suddenly he saw Satan watching them eyes sparkling amused at their potential fight. That’s when an idea hit him. He glanced down at Fizzarolli, “Come on Fizzy-Pop lets go dance.”
“Dance?” He asked before smiling as Ozzie walked away putting him on his shoulder. “Fuck yeah! Something sexy to piss off Mammon?”
“Something like that.” Ozzie said grabbing a large nearby chair dragging the heavy thing onto the dance floor with him. Other demons cleared the way as he brought it to the center of the dance floor satisfied. The band even seemed to faulter with the abruptness of his unintentional demand of the whole dancefloor.
He heard Fizzarolli snicker in his ear, “Want me to give you a lap dance in front of everyone? I’m game.”
He started to stretch down when Ozzie grabbed him balancing him on the back of the chair making them almost the same height. Perfect, he thought. He reached out poking Fizzarolli’s nose, “Can you stay balanced here? It’s kind of thin.”
“It’s fine.” Fizzarolli replied pleased, “I’ve literally walked tight ropes and balanced on my hands on sticks. You think a chair is a problem.” He laughed before glancing around confused. “So ahh- what are we doing you kinda got us a fucking crowd watching us.”
“Dancing.” Ozzie said bowing to Fizzarolli who had turned from amused laughter to nervous laughter.
“Ozzie?”
He reached out taking Fizzarolli’s hand firmly, yet the imp could pull away if he wanted to just like the video said. He glanced up at him, “I love you Fizzarolli.”
“W-what are you doing Ozzie?” Fizzarolli asked swallowing hard, tail flickering. Ozzie didn’t answer he just reached out kissing the hand he held. “Ozzie?...”
He didn’t want to talk; he was afraid he might mess up the dance. So, he ignored him. He held his hand firm to show intentions but loose enough so Fizzarolli could pull away. Luckily he didn’t, he watched Ozzie dance the Love Dance in almost shock. Ozzie smirked it was definitely working he thought smelling the imps lust building.
He took a glance around the room as he danced. Mammon was staring in disbelief glass looking like it would slip from his hand any moment. Beelzebub looked faint beside Lucifer who seemed confused. Satan however looked like he swallowed a lemon. He ignored them focusing on the last part of his dance.
Finally done he glanced up at Fizzarolli knowing according to his video’s this was the moment of either rejection or sweet steamy sex. He expected to see lust on his face instead he was staring at very wide eyes. He looked almost nervous; this was not expected. He became worried he did it wrong and was about to be slapped when Fizzarolli spoke. The band was playing softly making his voice seemed so out of place in the quiet room, “Ozzie are you serious?”
Well shit he must have done it wrong. If he did it right he should have had an armful of horny imp by now. He started to jerk to stand upright but the video’s where clear about keeping FIzzarolli’s head above his. Without a choice he doubled down hoping to salvage the dance, “Yes. I love you.”
“Oh…” Fizzarolli replied, there was a moment where he felt their hands slipping apart. Ozzie felt the panic starting to set in, he must have messed up the dance. Then he was grabbed, the small imp happily hanging off him yelling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
He sighed in relief smushing him into his chest. Perfect he thought feeling Fizzarolli scramble up higher peppering his face with kisses. He smirked, now this is what he pictured. He jumped surprised feeling those mechanical arms stretch around and around him squeezing him excitedly. Hot damn, Fizzarolli was never this forwards in public, he had to get the imp back home to enjoy every moment of this.
“Asmodeus congratulations.” Mammon said coming up fast face curling into a smile reserved only for money. “You know Greed has some amazing sights. Can be very- picturesque.”
Ozzie glanced at him confused feeling Fizzarolli unwind to listen to the sin. He didn’t want to go to Greed, he just wanted to get Fizzarolli home and have sex there. Mammon must be mocking him. He laughed, “Lust Ring is fine thanks.”
“Oh, but Gluttony is better.” Beelzebub said curling an arm around him giving Mammon a smug look. “We have the best food. The best drinks.”
“What does this have to do with food and drinks?” He asked now becoming confused, but his voice was overshadowed by Lilith.
“Congratulations! We are so happy for you both. Right dear?” She said glancing at her husband Lucifer.
“Yes of course!” He agreed, though he looked confused his pride had him attempting to hide it.
“Wait- wait-” Satan said walking up hands out he pointed at Fizzarolli with both pointer fingers. “You- you accepted the Love Dance. That’s an imp tradition. Fizzarolli, are you an imp?”
Ozzie paled he hadn’t thought of that. Fucking shit had he just stupidly outed Fizzarolli. He glanced at Fizzarolli who had moved to his usual shoulder location as murmurs went through the crowd. He could back them out of this. He opened his mouth trying to come up with an excuse.
“Yeah of course I’m an imp. Guess that doesn’t matter now though. Ha!” Fizzarolli preened crossing his arms smug smile in place.
“Did you know Asmodeus?” Lucifer asked concerned.
“Darling, they have sex, of course he knew. Why else would he do the traditional dance?” Lilith answered with a chuckle.
“Right of course!” He said fast. He cleared his throat, “Well this was unexpected but… Again I extend my congratulations to you both.”
“I can’t believe this shit!” The imp by Stolas yelled.
“Believe it Blitzo! You saw the dance!” Fizzarolli yelled giving him the finger. Ozzie smiled, yeah, he professed his love for an imp, big whoop. Why where they all acting weird anyways? Fizzarolli leaned forwards more yelling, “I’m getting fucking married!”
What? He felt like his brain short circuited, a nervous tension flooded his body as congratulations kept coming. Married? … He glanced at Fizzarolli seeing him watching him from the corner of his eye listening as the others chatted away.
“Again, Asmodeus I’d like to remind you that Greed has some great sites for a ceremony and reception.” Mammon said. Ceremony? Reception? He thought feeling pale as Mammon sneered stuttering over his next sentence like it pained him. “I- I’ll even get them to make it- easier for an imp to navigate.”
“No! No! People remember food from a wedding. Not location.” Beelzebub argued. “Gluttony has the best food Asmodeus.”
Wedding? He internally echoed beginning to sweat. Lucifer clapped him on the back startling him, “I’d like to offer my services to officiate it.”
“Excuse me.” Ozzie said fast picking up and placing Fizzarolli on the ground. He spun to look at him confused smile in place. Ozzie swallowed hard, “I- I’m just overwhelmed. I need air.”
“I’ll come with you.” Fizzarolli offered.
“No- no I-”
“Fizzarolli darling,” Lilith said wrapping a slender arm around his shoulders, “Come we must talk. Once you are married into the royal family we’ll need to gift you immortality.”
Oh, sweet hell what had he done? Ozzie thought hurrying from the room leaving Fizzarolli to deal with the crowd. He escaped down the hall and to an abandoned balcony. He yanked out his phone searching up the full tradition behind the Love Dance.
He listened in horror to the parts of the videos he skipped that clearly talked about this being a marriage proposal. He felt sick. He’d have to take it back. No, he couldn’t do that. But he had to. He didn’t mean to propose after all. He paced the balcony frantically waging war with himself. What had he done? What had he done?
“Ozzie?” He glanced over seeing part of his problem standing there looking small and nervous. Fizzarolli tapped his fingers together before stretching up and over getting himself seated on the balcony edge. He stared at Ozzie a moment before sighing defeated, “You didn’t know you were proposing, did you?”
“What?” He asked shocked.
“I felt you freeze up when I said ‘married’.” He explained glancing at him, he started laughing. “Did you think it was some kinda imp foreplay? That’s what you tend to think everything is.”
He looked away guiltily, he did think it was that. He chuckled, honestly sometimes he couldn’t believe how well Fizzarolli knew him. Ozzie rubbed the back of his neck turning back to him ready to agree, to explain it all was a mistake when he froze. Fizzarolli looked so sad, his tail was drooping and his eyes where briming with tears. Oh, sweet hell what had he done!?
“It’s fine Ozzie,” Fizzarolli said attempting to laugh some more smile struggling as he looked at him. “We can just tell them you were drunker than you thought. Or that you thought it was foreplay. We umm-” He paused blinking a little extra hard taking a deep breath. “We can fix this. It’s fine. I-”
“I’m sorry.” Ozzie said bluntly he grabbed Fizzarolli’s hands in his bowing his head in apology. “I- I did think it was foreplay. I saw some imps do it and they got so lustful afterwards. I wanted you to get like that. So, I learned the dance in secret and well I was going to do it at home tonight. But Mammon was being such an ass it seemed like a good idea to stick it to him.”
“Ohh, that makes sense…” Fizzarolli said glancing down smile finally faltering into a sad frown. Ozzie felt his heart breaking, he didn’t mean to do this. Fizzarolli covered the frown quick smiling up at him, “Well let’s go clear this up right?”
“No- hold on. I-” Ozzie took a deep breath keeping those small hands in his. He changed his grip to firm yet loose enough that Fizzarolli could pull away. “I do love you and I’m sorry that I made an ass of myself tonight. I should have actually looked into the dance and not just, fucked it up with my lustful assumption. I’m so sorry Fizzarolli.”
He heard a sigh, “It’s fine Big Guy. Really. I’ll be ok. Let’s just get this over with and clear this shit up.” A pause and shuttering breath, “But then can we go home?... I’m not really feeling up to celebrating anymore.”
Ozzie glanced up at him seeing the imp pointedly not looking at him eyes watching nothing in particular off to his right. He didn’t even seem to notice Ozzie looking at him, face showing nothing but sadness. Ozzie started to stand up a little straighter making Fizzarolli look at him, smile coming back trying to cover his sadness. Sweet hell what had he done?
“Ready to go back in Ozzie?” He asked.
“No…” He said still holding his prosthetic hands in his. “Fizzy- I would happily spend the rest of eternity with you.”
“Huh? You- would?”
“I would, Fizzy, I really would. I didn’t know what that dance meant, and I should have looked that up. But I know what it means now.” He said glancing at him. He kept his head lower then Fizzarolli’s, he kissed his hands. “I love you Fizzarolli. I love you very much. You are sexy, fun, adorable. You make me laugh. You brighten my day. And I’m willing to spend the rest of eternity making you happy. I know what I’m really asking this time. Let me do this right.”
“Ozzie? Are you serious?” Fizzarolli asked smile tugging at his lips, Ozzie smirked him starting the Love Dance again this time with full intentions meant.