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Fizzarolli's eyes snapped open in the dim light of the bedroom. He was laying on the huge bed, tummy leaning on the messy blankets, his head surrounded by soft pillows.
He sat down, jerking to the side of the bed. What time was it? He had to wake Asmodeus up, or he wouldn't have started his day. Fizz crawled on the bed, his glowing yellow eyes looking around, narrowed.
The big, thin windows on the other side of the room were ajar, a few limelights passed through. Something was wrong.
"Ozzie?" Fizz called. His voice echoed in the dark. "Ozzie?" He raised his voice as he jumped down the bed. His legs were trembling just a bit, he was still feeling a bit aching after that night's session.
He jumped to the switcher, turned on the light. Purple bulbs shined on the walls, throwing deep gray shadows around. The bed was empty.
"Ozzie?" Fizz mumbled. He realized he spoke to himself and sighed, rubbing his eyes. "Where the hell did that fucker go?" He was too sleepy to torture himself with questions, so he just made his way to the kitchen, stretching his robotic arms in the air.
…
"Urgh. I can smell the sweetness from here." Asmodeus growled, his arms leaned to the limousine's door, his head laying backwards. The background outside the car's windows was all shiny and yellow, bright pink and sugar.
Asmodeus snorted, bothered, passing more time with his thumbs on his glowing, bright green eyes. He was already regretting coming down there. He crossed his arms, sinking even more in the seat.
"We're almost there Sire." The driver warned him, with an hesitant tone of voice. Asmodeus was pissed off that morning, his aura was messed up, his secondary faces on the large hair were throwing lighting around.
"Great." Asmodeus grumbled back, crossing his arms. He thought of Fizz. Without wanting it, he took the phone, entered the message app. There was no new notification from him. He sighed, leaned his forehead to the glass.
"So much fucking honey." He cursed under his breath as the limousine approached the huge, shiny, clean nightclub that dominated the landscape.
"Stop here." Asmodeus imposed, then got out. He walked to the nightclub, throwing disgusted glances around. Why the fuck was he doing that?
A few Imps slept on the stairs before the main door, empty bottles around. Bee had thrown another huge party that night. As usual. Asmodeus took a long, deep breath before opening the door, almost slamming them, and entering the nightclub.
"Asmodeus!" An angelic voice called him from the huge mirror ball hanging from the roof. Asmodeus crossed his arms and didn't fall for that joyful tone of voice.
"Beelzebub." He said back, formal. Bee laughed and jumped down the mirror ball, flying to him. Her shiny hair was perfect, the lava shadow glowing like an aura around her.
"Such a pleasure you're here! I knew you'd come to visit me, sooner or later." She said, smiling sly, and raised one of her hands up to her chin.
Asmodeus' face was still as a statue, his eyes bothered, the lips tensed in a thin line. He perfectly knew why he was there. But he was scared to admit it out loud.
He regretted being in front of Bee. Her old friend could read his feelings like no one else.
"You're not in your talkative mood today, huh?" Bee laughed elegantly, moving away from Asmodeus to fluctuate to the counter.
"Want a drink?" She asked. She was already pouring some for her. Asmodeus sighed and sat down near her, accepting the glass.
"Listen, Bee…" She interrupted him.
"If you're here to complain about something boring, keep it for yourself. Today was great and I have no intention to let you bring me down." She warned him, her smile was still but her tone of voice trembled of menace.
Asmodeus smirked. He knew Bee starved for him and Fizz's relationship. She was going to find really interesting what he wanted to say.
Bee understood what passed inside Asmodeus' mind and flinched. She took a long sip from the glass, without detaching his eyes from Asmodeus.
"Let me guess." She said, slamming back down the glass on the counter. "Fizz?" Asmodeus sighed. And nodded. There was no reason to keep avoiding that.
"Gotcha, babe!" Bee said, laughing. "Come on, tell your free therapist all of your problems!" She smirked and took another sip. Asmodeus had barely touched his drink.
"You know it ain't…easy, for me, right?" Asmodeus said, his eyes narrowed as he shot a bothered gaze to Bee. She was always so optimistic and sugar-y, it was even too much for Asmodeus.
He didn't want to admit it but he was jealous. Kinda.
She'd been able to reveal her relationship with a lower class demon, she'd been able to avoid any hate criticism, to ignore paparazzi, to be just…happy.
"Yeah, yeah, as you want." Bee replied, raising her hands in the air. Her fake surrendering expression faded like snow under the sun, she smiled, sly. "Just tell me already."
"I…" Asmodeus hesitated. He didn't know where to start. It was always a mess with feelings. He was the king of lust, dammit! Not a romantic chick. He snorted, feeling disgusted with himself.
"I've been struggling with some…feelings, lately." He sighed. "Me and Fizz…" Bee interrupted him.
"Let me guess. You're more in love than ever?" Bee couldn't resist interrupting him again, a smirk curving her lips.
"Bee!" Asmodeus rumbled, celeste light sparkled from the point of his fingers, his hair glowing for a second.
"Got it. Got it." Bee said but she was smiling. She wasn't scared at all by Asmodeus' terrifying look. "I'll shut up. Go on." Asmodeus sighed and lowered his hands, tapping on the surface of the counter.
"We're happy. I guess. That's not the point." He sighed and held his cheeks in his hands. "I started having some strange feelings. Lately." Why was it so difficult to say?
Even if Bee was silent now, words seemed to trip inside Asmoused mouth. He was always sure of himself, he made the best choices with words.
Why is it not working now?
"Well…I started thinking about…" Just say it already, fucking goddammit! "...thinking about settling down." When he finished talking, Bee was still drinking a sip.
She flinched, caught by surprise, and almost jumped on her place. Drops of the drink choked her, she started tossing and coughing. Asmodeus looked down at her, confused, unsure on what to do.
"...what…?" Bee coughed out, finding his breath back again, his lungs were on fire. He looked up at Asmodeus and tried to spot some sign of a joke. Maybe he was fooling her.
"I said…" Asmodeus tried to explain himself again.
"I heard you!" Bee coughed one last time and took a deep breath. She slid aside the glass. "I fucking heard you, Asmodeus."
She leaned her elbows on the surface of the counter, her chin on her entwined hands. She raised an eyebrow, analyzing Asmodeus from down.
"You…settling down? You? One of the Sins? The king of the lust? In hell?" She asked, every question sounded more skeptical. Asmodeus almost blushed under that inquisitive rain.
"Yeah, Bee." Asmodeus growled, moving his eyes away from Beelzebub. He closed one of his large hands around the glass, looking deep down in the amber liquid. Maybe it was better off if he got drunk.
"I know it's stupid." He murmured. He moved the glass up to his lips and swallowed the entire liquid. The nice sensation of the fizzy warmth of the alcohol raised up to his head.
"And I know I shouldn't think about it. But…" Every time he thought about him and Fizz together, he saw them living in the same house. Waking up every morning in the same bed.
It was something they already did. Living together. Asmodeus loved what they already had. But…it wasn't enough. Not for him.
"But…?" Bee asked, trying to get him going. Asmodeus placed the glass on the counter.
"But nothing. I can't. And Fizz…" He thought of his beautiful, scarred, sly face. All of the smiles Asmodeus collected through their relationship. "Fizz would never accept to live with me. Forever." He breathed out.
Future is scary. It had always been.
He and Fizz had been together for a while, everything was going in the right direction. Right?
But nothing is more comfortable than knowing you can quit everything at every moment.
How could Asmodeus tell Fizz he didn't want to quit anymore?
"Ozzie." Bee called him in a different way than before. Her eyes were crossed by a gentle light. She leaned one cheek to a hand, letting the others rest on the counter.
"Ozzie, do you love him?"
That was an easy one.
Asmodeus nodded even before thinking.
"I love him to death." He murmured.
"And…does he love you?" Asmodeus hesitated.
"I don't know. I think…no?" He rubbed his forehead. Fizz had only benefits from that relationship. Asmodeus didn't want to admit it but he thought that was the main reason Fizz still stuck around.
What else? Who could love someone like Asmodeus?
"Oh. My. Satan." Bee groaned, bothered by that answer. She melted on the counter, hiding her face behind his hands. Asmodeus frowned. Did he say something wrong?
"Asmodeus, you're so pathetic!" Bee bursted out before he could say anything.
"Hey, slow down with words, Beelzebub!" Asmodeus growled back, his hair glowed shiny for a moment. That was a complicated moment for him, he had no heart to be insulted.
Bee shot a vibrant glance to him, all of her fierceness showing in her eyes. She crossed a pair of her arms, pointed a finger against Asmodeus' chest with another hand.
"You. You dumbass. That little Imp is in love with you, you miserable jerk!" She said. Asmodeus would have loved to reply, but the words stuck in his mouth as Bee went on. She was magnificent, shiny and terrible at the same time.
“How can you say he doesn’t love you? You two act like love birds all the time! Even the fucking scandal paperworks know it!” Asmodeus found himself blushing for the embarrassment again. “How can you not trust him so much? You really think he’s always lying and acting around you?”
Asmodeus lowered his gaze, looking at the counter. He felt shameful.
“Of course not.” He switched on the screen of the phone. He flinched when he noticed a new notification. From his one and only froggie. “Of course not.” He murmured again, his heart beating faster.
“See?” Bee said, her tone of voice was gentle again, caring. She placed one hand on Asmodeus’ arm, looking at him with empathic eyes. Asmodeus understood all of sudden that she could get his feelings better than anyone else. He sighed.
“How's it going with…how’s the dog called?” He asked, frowning. Bee laughed.
“We’re good.” She winked. “You better off telling that jester what you’ve got in your mind. Trust me.” She smiled again, her expression marked with a soft shadow of bitterness.
“Speaking out loud your emotions to your partner could save a relationship from crushing down. Trust me.”
…
As soon as Fizz had found a cool bug laying on the tiles of the balcony, he had to send a picture to Ozzie. He was going to find it as cool as Fizz did.
“Come here, little one.” The jester said, leaving the phone on the floor. He crawled near the bug, a black cockroach minding its own business.
“Gotcha!” Fizz yelled as he jerked ahead, jumping on the cockroach and closing it inside his hands. “I’m the smarter one, you insect…” Fizz opened a crack between his fingers to sneak a glance to the cockroach but there was nothing inside his hands.
“Huh?” He muttered, confused. He raised his glance and found the cockroach walking placid in front of him, like it was walking peacefully near the ocean. “Very funny, bitch.” Fizz commented, standing up from the floor.
“I’m not going to have fun with you, by the way.” He said, curt, as he walked inside the villa. He was a bit stressed. Ozzie didn’t text him or called him. What was he doing? And why didn't he warn him?
“And why the fuck are cockroach called like that if they’re not cock shaped?” He reasoned out loud. When he was nervous he talked to himself.
Fizzarolli sighed as he went downstairs, going to Ozzie’s backrooms. It was almost time for his exhibition and he didn’t want to be late even though he wasn’t in the right mood to dance, sing, or try to seduce people in the room. He just wanted to stay on the bed, maybe with a burger.
He wanted to wait for Ozzie to be home.
But he couldn’t avoid his job, his duties.
“Hey Fizz!” Some other Imps greeted him as he walked to his changing room. He had to force himself to reply, to make a few smiles around. Ugh, that wasn’t the right day. He didn’t feel inside his own body while he put the makeup on and got dressed.
He sighed another time. If he had a nickel for every time he let go of a stressed sigh, he’d be richer than Satan himself. He stretched his arms, hearing the metal creaking, and gave himself a look inside the mirror.
“I’m fucking pathetic.” He commented, raising a thumb up for his reflection. “Ugh.” He said, leaning his forehead to the clean surface of the mirror. He couldn’t hold it anymore, he just wanted to slide on the ground and stay there.
“Fuck it, Ozzie, why the hell didn’t you warn me?” He muttered, cursing under his breath. He was feeling so nervous and for what? A sudden wave of sadness shook him to the ground. Asmodeus wasn’t forced to tell him everything. He was one of the Sins. He was a big-time!
And Fizz was nothing.
“Ugh.” He groaned. That was becoming his favorite word to say.
“The show must go on.” He reminded himself, sadly, and straightened his back. “You’ve got this, Fizz!” He even tried to improvise a smile. It failed miserably and he left the room with the certainty it was all going to be a fucking mess.
…
Asmodeus returned to the club right in time to see Fizz’s exhibition. He knew he could ask for a song, or a dance at any moment, but seeing him on the stage always hit differently. It always felt more natural, more relaxed than what Ozzie could ask.
The demon entered from his personal entrance, passing from the backstage. He didn’t want to make a scene in the hall by being surrounded by all those Imps and little demons. He had enough of being the center of attention. He reached the stage.
“Sire!” One of the sound technicians called him, reached him while he moved to the entrance of the stage.
“What is it?” Asmodeus asked, his voice raw, impatient. The technicians almost jumped behind and retired, hearing all that rage.
"Sire…one of the last analyses has reported that there's a secondary spotlight off…" Asmodeus interrupted that confused muttering with a simple movement of the hand.
"I don't care at the moment. Just let it be, I'll send a few of your coworkers to give a look. After the show." He underlined with his voice the last phrase. The little imp flinched but got the message. He nodded, nervous, he was happy to run away from Asmodeus.
He looked at him for a moment, then moved closer to the stage. The stairs that brought up were empty, right now there was just Fizz on the show.
Asmodeus stayed behind, looking at the jester.
Fizzarolli's voice filled the room, his movements were as perfect and as precise as always. But Ozzie could spot something was wrong. He crossed his arms, looking at him silently.
Fizzarolli's vibes felt…off.
Asmodeus sighed, blaming himself for having such stupid ideas. Nothing was wrong with Fizz. Right?
In that precise moment the song reached the highest peak, Fizz jumped behind. He was used to making a little turnaround of the pole, so he turned to the back of the stage.
His eyes met Ozzie's.
It lasted less than a heartbeat and Fizz didn't stop singing. But his lips curved in a smile, he winked to the bigger demon. Then he returned to his dance.
Asmodeus admired him dancing on the stage like he was flying.
The vibes didn't feel so off anymore.
…
“Ozzie!” Fizz couldn’t contain his joy to see him back. The show ended a few hours ago, he ran to take the makeup off, to change into more comfortable clothes. And now he was all and only for Ozzie.
“Hey, baby.” Asmodeus replied, his smile glowing as bright as his eyes. Ozzie jumped all the height difference to stay on his shoulders, hugging tight his neck. He lengthened his arms to squeeze him better. Asmoudes’ chuckle made him feel better than everything else.
“You missed me?” Asmodeus asked. He snuggled his face with Ozzie’s, the little imp rested on his cheek. They were alone in Asmodeus’ office, far away from other imps and distraction, far away from other drama and scandals.
“So much!” Fizz said, detaching a little from Asmodeus face to lay down on his shoulders. He stayed tummy down, his chin leaning in his hands. “Where did you go?” Asmodeus’ eyes looked away. Fizz felt a strange sensation down to his stomach when the demon didn’t reply.
“Ozzie? Did I say something wrong? If ya don’t wanna talk about it…” Fizz tried to fix the situation but Ozzie shook his head. He raised a hand, caressed Fizz’s chin with a finger, gently pushing him closer to his cheek for another snuggle.
“I talked with an old friend of mine. Nothing serious.” He said, calm, his eyes back again on Fizz’ figure. The jester could feel something wasn’t working. He could read Ozzie’s feelings pretty well even if the demon was the master of hiding emotions.
“Mh.” Fizz mumbled back, his eyes narrowed. Asmodeus laughed out loud seeing his suspicious face. He caressed him once again, then put him down. Fizzarolli melted on the ground, laying on the cold tiles. From that specific angle, he had a magnificent vision of Asmodeus’ groin and crotch of the tight pants.
He crossed his arms behind his head as he admired the vision, a soft smirk on his face. Asmodeus was reading some paper he took that moment from the desk, leaning his ass on the surface of it.
“What?” He said, when he moved his eyes down to Fizz, realizing just now his teasing glance. He slowly put down the papers. “You’ve found a view you enjoy, sweetie?” Fizzarolli’s smirk widened even more.
“A great view, Ozzie.” Asmodeus detached his hips from the desk and Fizz patiently waited for him, his heart already beating faster thinking of what was going to come next. But Asmodeus stopped his walk halfway, like crossed by a sudden thought, and didn’t come closer to Fizz. Instead, he took that paper back and walked to another corner of the office, near a library.
“Hey, what the heck, Ozzie?” Fizz mumbled, sitting down on the floor. Why was he avoiding his gaze? A sudden shiver of fear ran down Fizz’ spine. Was he tired of him? Another shiver, deep down in his bones. Breathe, idiot. It can’t be!
Fizz stood up and walked to Ozzie, slowly. He couldn’t decide what to do, he was torn apart between trying to say something and just staying there. He didn’t want to mess it all up. In the end, he took a deep breath, standing behind Ozzie.
“Uhm, Ozzie?” Ha called him. Since he had no answer, he jumped, lengthened an arm till his hand grabbed one of the shelves of the library. He swayed there, sitting on the border of it, his back leaned to the books and the piles of papers. Ozzie raised his glance.
“Sorry, Fizz. I…” His lips stopped, the words blocked all of sudden. Fizz tilted his head aside. Ozzie was strange. Very strange. Why was he acting like that?
“Hey.” Fizz extended a hand, placed it on Ozzie’s arm. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk about it. I can go, now. Maybe you wanna fuck later?” Ozzie sighed even deeper. He put the paper on a shelf in the library.
“It’s not that, Fizz.” His eyes, so magnetic, so beautiful, rested on Fizzarolli’s. Fizz had always loved that glance. That powerful aura, so terrifying and yet gentle.
“Then what is it?”
“How many times have I said “I love you”?” Ozzie asked all of sudden. Fizzarolli frowned.
“Well, uhm…” He tried to think. A few times during sex, he was sure. But did it count, though? Wait, what the fuck was that question? He struggled thinking, he felt a few drops of sweat rolling down his forehead.
“Well, I mean…uhm…” He murmured, confused, he felt the raising heat of a blush covering his cheeks. Fuck, fuck. Ozzie sighed.
“See?” He looked away. “I’ve never said such things.” Fizz jumped on his shoulders.
“Yeah, yeah, but who cares? I don’t need such corny phrases to love you…!” He realized what he just said when the words had already slipped through his lips, leaving him frozen in his place, still as a statue. Ozzie flinched.
He turned his head to Fizz, his eyes shattered. Fizz could see the different emotions fighting inside that big mind of his.
“Sorry, I…I didn’t mean…I mean loving you but…not so deep…I mean…as deep as you want it to be! No need to be a serious thing!” Fuck, he made a mess. He made the biggest mess in hell. And he wasn’t even going to fix that by acting like a fool! A clown. That’s what you are. What he thought he was doing? Saying to love someone who’s so bigger and more important, more respectful and more…more…more everything?
“Fizz…” Ozzie raised a hand up to the jester’s cheeks. “I love you.” Fizz’s tail twirled around his body all of sudden, squeezing his own hips. Did he hear right? No, it must be a mistake. He tried to reply but he made just an indistinct sound.
“Are we in that state of a relationship when we can say ‘I love you’ to each other?” Ozzie gently asked. Fizz’s cheeks become even redder, a color that was closer to purple. The heat on his face was unstainable, he was about to burn.
“Ah…-” He muttered, groaned again. What could he say? He noticed the sudden delusion in Ozzie’s eyes. Say something you donkey before he regrets what he just said! Yelling against himself worked, somehow. He flinched, woke up from that strange dream.
“Of course!” He stood up on Ozzie’s shoulder, holding his cheeks in his hands. Fizz wished he’d have more sensibility on the metallic parts. All he could feel was a parody of Ozzie’s softness.
“Of course, Oz!” He repeated, laughing. He was feeling so good, now, all the fear that shattered him during the day had faded away. “Of course!” He was going to repeat it even after death. He pressed his face, his body, anything he had against Ozzie’s cheek, sinking his face into his hair, smelling his intoxicating fragrance. He was crying, he wanted to hide it.
Ozzie laughed with him, caressed his back, took him close to his face, his breath.
“I love you so much, Fizz.” The jester loved it. Loved the sound of Ozzi’s voice, loved the echo of those words.
“I love you so much, Ozzie.” He cried out, happy to be there, happy to be happy. “I want to spend my future with you. Let me stay.” He murmured, caught by a sudden passion. He whispered those words so lowly that he thought Ozzie couldn't hear him.
Ozzie smiled. Maybe he heard him, after all. And he didn’t care, because he wasn’t going to push him away. Never.
“Ozzie…?” Fizz detached his face from the warm softness of his hair, sitting down to lean his cheek on Ozzie’s.
“Yes, froggie?” Fizz dried off the last tear.
“Wann fuck, now?” Ozzie bursted out laughing, tilting his head behind.
“Is that even a question?” He asked back, making him and Fizz laugh even more. Before heading to the bedroom, Ozzie stole another moment to stay there, cheek against cheek, feeling Fizz’ regular breath caressing his skin.