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“Hurry the fuck up!”
“I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!”
“Ow! Shit! You just stepped on my fucking tail, clown face!”
“Well sorry, but I can’t see in the dark, brace face.”
“Can you quiet down so we don’t get fucking caught?"
“I’m quiet! You’re the one who is screaming in my damn ear.”
“I swear to Lucifer if we get caught-”
“We won’t if you quit your whining.” Fizzarolli hissed to his best friend as the two of them snuck out of the house, careful to avoid any creaky floorboards and careful to avoid stepping on any stray circus props that might’ve been left around since Blitzo “forgot” to clean up.
The two of them were sneaking off, well attempting to sneak off, to a Mammon concert. Were they allowed to go? Technically no. But Mammon concerts tickets are incredibly hard to get your hands on, so when the two of them luckily scored tickets, they knew this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. The two of them begged Tilla and Cash Buckzo for weeks. Their response was always the same: “No way you’re going to that fucking concert when ya got work the next day!” Well, that was Cash’s response.
Tilla on the other hand seemed skeptic about the type of crowd they would be around. She didn’t want her kids, since Fizzarolli was also like a son to her, to be around those types of people. Blitzo would always retort by groaning and remind his mom that this is Hell.
That didn’t help their case what so ever.
So, after much complaining about how “this is so unfair” the two of them decided to sneak out.
This wouldn’t be the first time they’ve snuck out, no not at all. Usually, Blitzo would sneak out to go see his owl prince boyfriend, Stolas, while Fizzarolli would sneak out to see his boyfriend Asmodeus. But those were only for a couple of hours. They were easily back before morning and never got caught. But a concert was different. Mammon’s concert would be starting at 10 pm and would go well into the night.
The problem wasn’t the fact that they were sneaking out persay, the problem was getting back in time before they have to get up and set up for Saturday’s circus show before the sun even comes up. That would be the hard part. But luckily, after much crying, begging, and bribing on Blitzo’s part, they got Barbie Wire to cover for them. Her only condition was that they would do her after circus cleanup duties for a month.
It would suck and they would be sleep deprived in the morning, but at least they get to go to the concert.
“Alright, where the fuck is your boyfriend?” Blitzo asked, rubbing his arms to try and warm himself up. How the hell does it get cold in Hell? Who knows, but it does.
“He’s coming, he’s coming.” Fizzarolli muttered as he texted his boyfriend, letting him know that they were waiting. “Tell me again why your owl prince couldn’t just open a portal for us there?”
“He said something about that his dad takes his book away from him at night.”
“He can’t memorize his spells?”
“That’s what I said! After I said that he just attacked me and said some shit like ‘Oh, your memory’s so great? What’s Fizzarolli’s phone number?’ Like shit dude, calm down.”
Fizzarolli let out a laugh before stopping and knitting his eyebrows together. “You don’t know my phone number?”
“Oh look! There’s your boyfriend in his fuck wagon.” Blitzo pointed out. Fizzarolli let the topic drop, for now, before he pocketed his phone and watched as Asmodeus pulled up in front of them in his car. Asmodeus leaned over to open the passenger’s side door so Fizzarolli could hop in, while Blitzo got in the back.
“Hey babe.” Fizzarolli greeted and leaned over to give him a kiss.
Blitzo scrunched up his nose, “Keep your tongue fucking to yourself. We gotta go get Stolas.”
“Right, right.” Asmodeus pulled back and began driving towards the Goetia residence.
While the two in the front flirted, Blitzo leaned back and pulled his phone out to make sure Stolas was ready. He let them know the ETA was about 20 minutes. Stolas replied that he was ready and also sent multiple hearts. Blitzo couldn’t help the roll of his eyes, accompanied by the smile gracing his lips.
He loved that owl prince.
As Asmodeus drove, Blitzo was careful not to touch the seats. It’s bad enough that he’s sitting in them, but he would be damned if he touched the seats with his hands, knowing that Asmodeus and Fizzarolli probably fucked back here more times than he could count. Not that he and Stolas haven’t had their fair share of car sex. Usually it was in one of Stolas’ family’s limos in the middle of the night.
Speaking of Stolas.
This was his first concert. Hell, this was the first time he’s ever done anything fun, according to Blitzo anyway. When Blitzo and Fizzarolli mentioned how they got four tickets to Mammon’s show and that Fizzarolli’s boyfriend was also coming and driving them and they just needed one more person or they were going to sell the ticket, Stolas looked upset. Stolas was upset that Blitzo didn’t ask if he wanted to go to the concert or anything. This left Blitzo dumfounded. Stolas, his Stolas, wanted to go to a concert? Not one of those fancy, rich people opera things that they call concerts, but an actual headbanging, people doing drugs in the corner, concert?
Stolas mentioned how he wanted to start doing more things that Blitzo liked so he can expand his tastes. That made Blitzo’s heart melt. The sentiment was so sweet. Blitzo also made a promise that he would try to enjoy more things that Stolas liked. He knew he would regret it when Stolas dragged him to one of his rich people “fun” activities, but the look on his face when he said that was so heartwarming, that it was worth it.
“Alright, we’re here. Is he coming out or what?” Asmodeus asked, turning around to look at Blitzo.
“Oh shit, uh, lemme see.” Blitzo quickly typed on his phone, asking if Stolas was coming down now. A few seconds later he got a message saying that he can’t leave his usual way and he would have to climb down but is afraid he’ll fall. “Oh for fucks,” Blitzo replied that he’ll be right there “I’ll go get him.” He got out the car and stealthily made his way to Stolas’ room and began climbing up to the balcony.
At this point, he’s a damn professional. Once he was on the balcony, he saw his tall boyfriend pacing back and forth awkwardly. “Blitzy!” the demon, owl prince grinned when he saw him.
“Alright Stolas let’s go I’ll-“ Blitzo was cut off when he caught sight of what Stolas was wearing. “What the fuck do you have on, Stolas?” Blitzo’s eyes were wide in disbelief.
“Hm? Oh, this! I got it when I went out with one of my brothers! Do you like it?”
“Stolas, I’m saying this because I care about you, but you look like a jackass.”
Stolas’ face fell as he looked back down at his Mammon shirt. Literally. Mammon’s face was the entire shirt and on the back it had “#1 Mammon Fan!” in big ass font. “I thought this was appropriate since it is his concert.”
“No, no, no,” Blitzo headed to his closet to rummage around “everyone there is going to think you’re a cringy new fan.”
“But I am.” Stolas sat down on the edge of his bed and watched his boyfriend quickly rummage through his closet before pulling out one of his shirts and a pair of pants
“Alright babe, you don’t have much for me to go off of and I need to be quick. I don’t want Fizz bitching at me. To be honest this is kind of my fault, I should’ve made sure you had a good outfit, but what’s done is done. Let’s get this finished.” Stolas watched quietly as Blitzo ripped apart his shirt and used his claw to make rips in his pants. Blitzo was working fast and Stolas was rather impressed. Blitzo turned over the shirt so he could see the back and hummed, trying to think before glancing up at him. “Do you have paint?”
“Paint? Um, no I don’t think I do. But if you’d like I could-“
“Never mind.” Blitzo used his claw to cut himself.
“Blitzy!” Stolas gasped and stood up alarmed. Blitzo didn’t reply and just watched as the blood drip off of him onto the shirt before dipping his finger in blood and using that said blood to spell out ‘Mammon’.
“Alright, put these pants on and take that shirt off. The blood should be dry by the time we get to the concert venue, alright? If you put it on now and get blood in the car Fizzarolli’s boyfriend is just going to bitch and moan about how we ruined his seats.”
Stolas was in complete shock. Blitzo didn’t seem fazed at all by his absolutely unhinged action. He just grabbed one of the stray pieces of fabric from the shirt and wrapped it around his arm in a makeshift bandage. While what he did was completely psychotic, it was also hot.
Fuck.
But now’s not the time to dwell on it. They had a concert to get to. Stolas did as told, putting his ripped pants on and taking his shirt off. He turned to say something to Blitzo but was instantly scooped up by his imp boyfriend and the two were out the balcony doors and climbing down the wall to the ground. Stolas held on tightly to him. Even when they were on the ground, Blitzo still carried Stolas to Asmodeus’ car and let him get in first before he shuffled in beside him.
“Took you long enough.” Fizzarolli commented, his feet on the dashboard.
“You should’ve seen what he was wearing, I had to make a quick outfit for him.” Blitzo leaned back and felt Stolas shuffle closer to him once Asmodeus began to drive.
On the drive there, Fizzarolli turned on some music, Mammon of course, to get the four of them hyped. Stolas was trying his hardest to get excited. He does like a couple of songs from Mammon, but those aren’t really his popular ones so he doubts they would even be played. Asmodeus was quietly humming along and tapping his fingers against the steering wheel. He was eager for the concert too, but not as much as the two imps.
Fizzarolli and Blitzo were acting a damn fool. Headbanging, air guitar, attempting to scream, the whole nine yards. Since they grew up in the circus and didn’t have much money, they’ve never been to a concert before, so they were going to enjoy themselves, even if it meant acting out. Stolas watched as Fizzarolli turned around completely in his seat to look at Blitzo, the two screaming the words of the song to each other, a genial smile on their faces. Their excitement made their boyfriends happy.
Finally arriving at the concert venue, they could see it was going to be packed full. Trying to find a parking space was agonizing. Asmodeus was on the verge of just parking somewhere random and if his car got towed, he would call his dad to get it back. Sure, his dad would be furious, but he’d get over it. Right before he got to that point, he found a spot and instantly took it.
Stolas put his shirt on, feeling a little awkward wearing something so ripped up, but Blitzo swore up and down he looked good so he believed him. The four of them headed up to the venue, tickets in hand. Stolas held tightly onto Blitzo’s hand, this was the last place he would want to get separated from his boyfriend.
They scanned their tickets and quickly entered. Stolas glanced over at the other three, Asmodeus seemed calmed, almost indifferent, as Fizzarolli held onto his arm. Fizzarolli was babbling to Blitzo about the concert and Blitzo, who was still holding Stolas’ hand, was babbling back. Stolas tried to listen and wanted to join in, but they were talking about Mammon’s first albums and his first concerts and everything.
Hell, Stolas barely knows ten songs by him.
But, Mammon is something Blitzo is really into, so he would try to his best to be really into it to.
Stolas noticed that they weren’t heading up the stairs to the seat and seemed confused. “Blitzy, are we not going to our seats?”
“Huh?” Blitzo turned to his right to look at his boyfriend with a slightly tilted head. “Oh, no, our tickets are for the pit.”
“The pit?”
“Yeah! We’ll be able to be in a moshpit!” Fizzarolli chimed in, grinning his bucktooth smile that has Asmodeus wrapped around his finger.
Stolas made an ‘o’ shape with his mouth before looking ahead, his nerves rising. He had to swallow it down, there was no way in hell he was going to ruin Blitzo and Fizzarolli’s first ever concert just because he’s getting anxious. Besides, he should be able to deal with it for a couple of hours, right?
Right?
Once the show started, Stolas felt like he was in hell.
The music was loud, the people were loud, the lights were bright, and he felt like he was just dying. He squinted his eyes, trying to block out some of the light, and even plugged his ears with his fingers for a few moments just to get some relief. People were pushing him all around, making him almost fall multiple times but Blitzo has fast reflexes and steadied him before going right back to headbanging with Fizzarolli. Asmodeus was lightly nodding along to the music and would sing a part here or there.
Stolas felt sick to his stomach and knew he should get out of there to a quiet area, but dammit he wasn’t going to ruin this for his boyfriend! He took deep breaths, attempting to calm his racing heart, but nothing he did seemed to help. At this point his hands were beginning to get shaky and his breathing was getting increasingly harder.
That’s when the music suddenly stopped.
Stolas looked up, eyes wide in surprise and smiled softly. Finally, a break!
“You know what it’s time for!” Mammon said into the mic and the crowd erupted in screams.
What was it time for?
Stolas turned to Blitzo, asking what he was talking about, but Blitzo, whose eyes were shining with excitement, didn’t hear him. Fizzarolli happened to look and noticed how Stolas was looking so he leaned over to him and shouted at him, hoping he could hear it above the screams of others. “We’re doing a wall of death!”
Stolas felt his heart drop.
A wall of death?
He remembers Blitz showing him some Mammon concert footage and a wall of death was shown. The sight made him feel nauseous and he hoped that this concert wouldn’t have one. Oh, how wrong he was.
“Blitzy, I don’t know if-“ Stolas tried to speak up but Blitzo was already pulling him to the right hand side, while Ozzie and Fizzarolli were on the other side. Fizzarolli’s excitement couldn’t be contained and neither could Blitzo’s. Stolas looked around, seeing how everyone in the pit seemed to be participating. He felt a lump in his throat and turned to Blitzo, about to tell him that he doesn’t know if he wants to do this, but Blitzo let go of his hand, prepared to run and slam into some people.
Stolas played with his hands nervously. Perhaps he was being too hard of himself? Maybe he could handle this? It shouldn’t be that bad, right?
It was bad.
Stolas found himself being pushed by the ones behind him and within seconds he lost Blitzo in the sea of people. When someone slammed into Stolas, he felt the wind knocked out of him. Because he was taller than just about everyone there, he could easily look over them. As his eyes scanned the crowd, trying desperately to find Blitzo, or even Fizzarlli or Asmodeus for that matter, he hit the ground.
Someone had pushed him relatively hard, causing him to lose his balance and fall to his knees. It didn’t matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t seem to get up. People were pushing and shoving all around him, he felt some people step on his legs a couple of times and he would cry out in pain.
At this point, he was tears welling up in his eyes and threatening to fall. He could feel a panic attack coming on and all he wanted to do was go home. “Blitzo…” he choked out, finally letting the tears fall. Just as he was about to lay down and accept the fact he would be stomped to death, he felt himself being yanked up and pulled through the crowd. He couldn’t process what was happening as his breathing was still erratic, but as he was pulled away the music began to fade, indicating whoever was pulling him was trying to get him out of there.
Stolas was soon met with the bright lights of the lobby, the concert could be faintly heard behind the closed doors. His eyes were still glossy from crying, but he tried his hardest to calm down. The person led him over to a bench so he could sit down. “You ok, hon? Fallin’ in a wall of death is basically a death sentence.” A worried, accented voice spoke up.
Stolas harshly rubbed his eyes, continuing to try and take deep breaths to calm himself. “Th-thank you for pulling me out.” He choked out.
“You don’t have to thank me!” Finally, he could look up and see it was a imp woman standing in front of him. She had short black hair and black horns. Suddenly an imp male with white hair and freckles approached them and offered Stolas a cup of water.
“I thought you might need it.” He said nervously and gave a small, but awkward, smile. Stolas happily accepted it and took big gulps of water.
“I’m Millie and this here is my boyfriend, Moxxie.” Millie introduced.
“I am, Stolas.” He sniffed and took another deep breath. He didn’t bother introducing himself with his whole title. “I am very appreciative of you helping me.”
“Awe it’s nothing. You needed help so I decided to give you a hand. Now hon, not to pry but you don’t really seem like this is your type of scene.” Millie frowned when she noticed how Stolas’ knees seemed to be bleeding, probably from when he fell.
“I’m actually here with my boyfriend and his two other friends. I thought it would be nice try to enjoy something that he likes.” Stolas frowned “But this was much brighter and louder than I anticipated.”
“You’re an owl, right? Y’all have very sensitive ears, don’t’cha?” Millie asked and Stolas nodded.
“And eyes.”
“Do you have anyway to contact your boyfriend or friends?”
“I left my phone at home. I did not want my father to be able to track me or anything.”
Millie seemed to think before snapping her fingers. “I’ll go back in there and look for someone you know, alright? I’ll let them know you aren’t feeling well and what happened. Moxxie will stay right here with you, how’s that?”
“I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you or anything.”
“Nonsense! Now what do they look like?”
Stolas gave Millie a description of all three of them as he nervously picked at the feathers on his hands. Once Millie got the description, she kissed Moxxie before heading back in there. Now it was just the two of them. Moxxie kept stealing glances at Stolas who seemed glum, so he decided to speak up, trying to make him feel better.
“You know, this isn’t really my scene either. I’m only here because Millie wanted to come.”
“Really?” Stolas looked to his right at the white haired imp.
“Yeah. I don’t really like loud noises or bright lights either. I tried to stick it out for Millie, but the wall of death made he realize I couldn’t really handle it.”
“Weren’t you afraid of telling her?”
This made Moxxie confused. “Afraid of telling her what?”
“Like, afraid of telling her that you wanted to leave? Weren’t you afraid that you were going to ruin her fun?” Stolas seemed to frown.
“Well, kind of? But I know she wouldn’t want me to force myself to do something I don’t want to, just like I wouldn’t want her to force herself to do something she doesn’t want to for me. At least I tried it. Isn’t that what relationships are all about? Stepping out of your comfort zone and trying something for the other person? It doesn’t matter if you don’t like it or not, as long as you’ve tried.”
This seemed to make Stolas think, so he spoke up once again. “I just didn’t want to ruin Blitzo’s first concert experience because I got uncomfortable.”
“I’m pretty sure Blitzo cares more about you than a concert.” Moxxie offered a small smile. His words seemed to reassure him, so Stolas leaned back and let out a sigh of relief.
The two of them sat in comfortable silence while they waited for Millie to return. If he were being honest, his head was pounding from the noise and the lights. All he wanted was to crawl in bed and rest. Luckily he does not have a busy schedule tomorrow, so he should be able to rest in bed for a couple extra hours.
Just as Stolas was about to speak up to question what time it was, the doors burst open, making him open his eyes to see a frantic looking Blitzo standing behind Millie. “Blitzy!”
“Oh fuck Stolas-“ Blitzo ran over to him and placed his hands on his face and scanned it “are you ok? Do you remember the asshole who pushed you? I’ll go in there and I’ll fucking kill them.”
“Blitz I’m alright!” Stolas gave a smile, hoping to reassure him, but Blitzo didn’t smile. He gave him a serious look.
“Why didn’t you tell me that you weren’t feeling well? We could’ve let early.”
“I didn’t want to ruin your first Mammon concert.”
“You think I give a fuck about this concert when my boyfriend is out here crying?” Blitzo frowned and shook his head. “We could’ve left anytime.”
“But-“
“You know I’m a fucking idiot. I didn’t even think about how the noise or lights were going to affect you.” He groaned and seemed upset with himself for not even thinking about that.
“It’s not your fault at all!” Stolas quickly spoke up but Blitzo wasn’t hearing it. He had already blamed himself fully for this.
“Like fuck it isn’t. Fuck, I’m a dumbass.”
Blitzo began internally berating himself for not noticing his boyfriend’s lack of comfort and for not even thinking about how his experience with the concert would go. He should’ve paid closer attention to him, he should’ve brought some ear plugs, some sunglasses, something, he should’ve made sure they didn’t get separated. Fuck. He’s a terrible boyfriend.
Stolas noticed how Blitzo seemed to be beating himself up, so he decided to speak up. “You can go back in and finish the show, I’ll be fine out here.”
“Hell no! We’re leaving.”
“But-but Fizzarolli and Asmodeus are still inside? I would feel terrible to force them to leave too.”
“We’ll take you home!” Millie spoke up. Her and Moxxie were standing off to the side, allowing the couple to have their moment.
“Are you sure? You’ve done more than enough for me tonight.” Stolas asked.
“We don’t mind at all! You two have had a long night, let’s get you home.”
And that’s how the two of them ended up in the back of the car while Moxxie drove. Blitzo gave him directions while Stolas leaned on him, eyes closed and enjoying the soft music that was playing in the car. Blitzo rubbed his arms, soothing him even more. Stolas kept trying to apologize, but Blitzo would just shush him and squeeze him. Before he knew it, they were pulling up to his place in the dead of night.
“Feel better, hon.” Millie softly said.
“Thank you two so much, I really appreciate it.” Stolas opened his eyes.
“It’s no problem.”
“Goodnight you two.” Moxxie spoke up.
Stolas told them to have a lovely night while Blitzo gave a short “night”. His main priority right now was getting Stolas inside and into bed. Blitzo carried Stolas once again while he climbed up to his balcony. They could see Moxxie and Millie driving off in the distance.
“Go take a shower. I’ll get you something to wear.” Blitzo instructed. Stolas was too tired to protest, so he did as said, heading into his bathroom to run a bath from himself while Blitzo gathered clothes for him.
The whole time in the bath, Stolas kept thinking about tonight. To be fair, even though it was absolutely terrible for him personally, he did loved seeing the look of excitement on Blitzo’s face as he experienced his first concert. So, in a way, it was worth it.
Stepping out of the bath he dried off quicky before patching his knees up. The bleeding has stopped and the wound isn’t too bad. They still hurt to the touch, but he’ll be alright. After that, he peeked in the room and saw his clothes laid out for him on the bed, and Blitzo on the balcony, leaning on the railing. Stolas quickly got dressed before sitting on the bed. “I’m dressed.” Blitzo turned around and headed over to his bed. Stolas watched as Blitzo kicked his shoes off and got in bed beside him. “Are you not going to get undressed to sleep with me?
“Nah, Fizz and his boyfriend are going to pick me up after they leave the concert. We still have to help set up for the show.”
Stolas nodded and laid his head on Blitzo’s chest, simply listening to the imp’s heartbeat that always seemed to lull him to sleep, and now is no exception. They laid in silence, just enjoying each other’s company like usual. Stolas still felt terrible about the night and spoke up again. “Blitzy I just want to say that-“
“Stop.”
“But let me just-“
“No.”
“Blitzo I’m trying to-“
“Stolas.” Blitzo groaned and tightened his grip on him. “Listen to me. I don’t give a fuck about the concert and I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that you didn’t tell me how you were feeling first, but I’m more mad at myself for not noticing how you felt. I just appreciate that you wanted to go and experience it with me. Besides, it wasn’t all that anyway.”
His last statement made Stolas scoff. “You don’t have to lie.”
“What do you mean?” he looked down at the prince.
“I saw the way you were acting at the concert, I know you were enjoying yourself. You don’t have to lie and say you didn’t just to make me feel better.”
“It was mainly the atmosphere honestly. He didn’t even play any of my favorite songs.”
“Perhaps he was going to play them later?”
“Nah, he always plays the older songs first and then goes to the newer ones. My favorite songs come from his second album but he only played one song from that album before moving on. I don’t know, maybe they’ll be better concerts in the future.”
Stolas simply hummed and snuggled up closer to Blitzo. He was feeling much better. Sure he still had a headache and his ears and eyes were hurting, but he felt ten times better in Blitzo’s embrace. He felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep, Blitzo knew it too because he could hear the change in his breathing.
Blitzo continued to rub his arms softly, soothing his owl boyfriend to sleep. “Go ahead to sleep.” He would whisper and got a groan back in response. The imp grinned and kissed the top of his head. “I love you.” He would say, after he knew Stolas was fast asleep. He still felt embarrassed saying it, but it was true.
Sure, he was a little bummed that he didn’t get to finish the entire concert, but he would be damned if he left Stolas alone while he was upset. Besides, Stolas’ feelings and safety are more important than some loud music. So, he didn’t mind at all. Fizzarolli will just fill him in on the details later.
Between Stolas and a concert? He would pick Stolas.
Hell, between Stolas and anything? The answer is clear.
It will always be Stolas.