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Blitz did NOT agree to this. Ever since he and Fizz made up, and soon after, he and Stolas decided to try out a real serious relationship, Fizz has been trying to get them to go on a double date with him and Asmodeus. Unfortunately, the day has come. Fizz mentioned the idea to Ozzie. Ozzie mentioned it to Stolas. Then, of course, Stolas went right behind Blitz’s back and planned the double date. Because Stolas is a hopeless romantic. A horny hopeless romantic, sure, but disgustingly romantic and mostly hopeless.
Now he and the owl were walking the short distance from I.M.P headquarters to a small burger place in the Pride Ring. It wasn’t hard for Blitz to convince Fizzarolli to go for a small, simple fast food place. Once he suggested burgers, Fizz found a place in the Pride Ring and Ozzie reserved the entire restaurant. Ozzie gave Fizz whatever he wanted, Fizz loved burgers, Stolas was just glad to go on a real date, and Blitz got to keep things casual. If Stolas planned the outing, they’d be going to dinner somewhere really fancy. Instead they’re going to lunch, and if Blitz needs an excuse to leave, he can just say he needs to go back to work. Leaving Moxxie in charge is a good enough excuse for possible disasters anyway.
And even though they were just going out to lunch, Stolas was wearing a dark pink velvet mini skirt and a bedazzled black corset. Blitz couldn’t decide whether it was sexy or embarrassing. He was focusing on the sexy part. After some long, well needed conversations, he realized that Stolas was going to do his own thing. That meant Blitz got to do his own thing as well. He wasn’t very familiar with this kind of compromise. It was kinda freeing.
The new couple entered the little burger shop. Amidst a bunch of empty tables, Fizz and Ozzie were sitting across from each other in a booth. Fizz waves them down, extending his arm high.
“Blitz! Birdy! Hey guys!” Fizz yells.
“Do any of your friends know my name, Blitzy?” Stolas asks Blitz softly while giving the other couple a small smile and wave. The two walk over to the booth. Blitz actually hasn’t ever heard Moxxie, Millie or Loona say Stolas’ name. Maybe they’ve been closer than he thought this whole time.
“Ahhh! It’s great to see you!” Fizz pulls Blitz into a tight hug, wrapping him up in his arms multiple times. Fizz has been obviously happier ever since he quit working for Mammon. He’s been relaxing with Ozzie, doing his own thing. Now he gets to perform as the MC at Ozzie’s club whenever he wants. If there are weirdos or creeps, he can take a few days off. There’s no more obligation to keep up appearances. He can perform how he likes, whenever he likes. His new demeanor reminded Blitz of Fizz at his prime in the circus. He couldn’t help but let himself smile and hug him back. Stolas and Ozzie exchanged hellos, touches on their arms, and soft smiles. Blitz was still amazed how Stolas could be both obnoxiously confident and quiet and shy sometimes just minutes apart from each other.
Stolas sits next to Ozzie, Blitz sits next to Fizz. There were already four big greasy burgers and four piles of fries in baskets sitting at each spot at the table. Fizz has already finished half of his. He takes another huge bite and talks with his mouth full.
“So,” he says, “How have you guys been?”
A silence falls among the group. It’s already awkward. Great. Stolas tries to pop in.
“Oh,” Stolas laughs softly, “We’ve been good. A lot better, actually.”
Oh Satan, we’re already getting sappy. Blitz had to stop this from getting worse.
“Ah, forget about us,” Blitz brushes it away quickly, “How about you two? You’re free to do whatever now, Fizz. You two getting down and dirty everywhere and anywhere?”
“You really know us well, huh, Blitz,” Ozzie laughs.
Blitz smirks, “Yeah, well, Fizz has always been like that. He may look cute and innocent on the outside, but he’s always, you know, ‘down to clown’.”
Ozzie and Blitz laugh loudly together. Fizz doesn’t look amused with the clown joke. Stolas is just sitting there awkwardly.
Blitz continues through his laughter, “Yeah, Oz, did he tell you how he described your dick to me? He went on for thirty seconds. He was all-”
“How about,” Stolas pipes in, “Let’s talk about something else. Let’s move on.”
Ozzie laughs and rolls his eyes while Blitz loses his smile and gives Stolas a look. Fizz adds, “I actually agree. Let’s move on from what me and Ozzie have been doing with all our free time. That’s- we don’t need to get into that.”
“Ah, fuck you, prude.” Blitz says, giving Fizz the finger with one hand and picking up his burger with the other.
Fizz leans in so his face is an inch away from Blitz’s. “Look me in the eyes and say that to me. What about me says I’m a prude.”
Fizz was wearing a sheer crop top and booty shorts, thigh high boots and pink heart sunglasses that matched his pink and white striped jester hat. They locked eyes with each other for a moment. Blitz doesn’t respond.
Fizz moves back a few inches and says, “You also just said I’m cute and innocent. Who ever said that? About me?”
Blitz puts his hands up in defense, “Hey, Mammon was the one who marketed you as a sex object. Sure, you’ve always been hot as fuck, but I’m not wrong when I say you can look innocent and sweet at the same time.”
“Did something happen between you two?”
Blitz and Fizz turn to Stolas after he asks the question. Stolas is taken aback at the sudden attention.
“I, uh,” He stammers, “I’ll rephrase. I know you two had your falling out, but were you ever… together?”
Blitz sits in stunned silence. Fizz is the first to laugh.
“Ha! That’s great. That’s hilarious. No, we never dated. Sure we were close but we never- no.” Fizz answers.
Both Stolas and Ozzie don’t look convinced. Blitz is still frozen.
“So you’re telling me,” Asmodeus begins, “you two never fucked around. And you act like this.”
Asmodeus gestures between the two. Blitz only blinks. A blush crosses over Fizz’s face.
“I mean, a lot of stuff happened when we were teens, but nothing was ever serious,” Fizz chuckles anxiously.
Blitz’s head is full of thoughts. He never had to talk about his feelings for Fizz to anyone. His choice not to lead to the worst day of his life. Probably the moment his life started to go down hill. Sure, those feelings drift away after a while, but doesn’t everyone think about their first love all the time?
“Well, I,” Everyone at the table looks at Blitz as he begins. All eyes were on him.
“I actually,” Blitz smiles and rubs the back of his neck, as he does when he’s nervous, “I actually had a massive crush on you when we were kids.”
Ozzie and Stolas then look at Fizz, who looks like a statue, he’s so in shock. He blinks at Blitz.
“What the fuck,” Fizz says.
“What, you’re fucking surprised?” Blitz asks, snorting out a laugh to hide his pain.
“No! I mean,” Fizz shakes off the shock and continues, “I had a crush on you too!”
“Shut the fuck up,” Blitz says, “You shut the fuck up right now.”
“Blitz,” Stolas says, “How could you not know something like that?”
Blitz leans over the table to Stolas, “You try living with this flirty bitch for almost your whole life, and then you try to understand any signal anyone ever gives you ever again.”
“Oh it’s my fault then?” Fizz says.
Before Blitz can respond, Asmodeus says, “Wait, so you two never… went out? You never went on a date or even hooked up? You just both suffered silently?”
“Hey, Blitz is working on that,” Stolas interrupts. Blitz shoots him an offended look. He is working on it.
“No,” Blitz tries to put an end to this, “We never did any of that. We never went on any dates, we just-”
“Wait.” Fizz stops him.
Blitz stops and looks at him. They lock eyes.
“The Lust Ring.”
Ugh. Blitz sighs and puts his head in his hands. Stolas and Ozzie look at each other.
“What about the Lust Ring?” Stolas asks carefully.
“We,” Blitz picks his head up, “We don’t talk about what happened in the Lust Ring.”
Fizz holds a hand up, “When we were fifteen, we went to the Lust Ring, and some stuff happened-”
“We don’t talk about what happened in the Lust Ring!” Blitz repeats.
When they were fifteen, the one thing Fizz wanted to do more than anything was see Mammon at one of his concerts. And he wanted Blitz to come with him. So for a long time, definitely over the span of a year, the two were saving up all of their money. This meant there wasn’t much they could do outside of exploring the places the circus traveled to, and maybe stealing cheap food or booze, from either local shops or from Blitz’s father when he got some for himself.
A rare occasion came along where the circus visited the Lust Ring for a few performances. Many of the kids were getting older, and there were those few creeps who thought the still under-aged performers were becoming attractive. It’s been years since the circus performed in this ring, so it’s been years since Blitz or Fizz has been there. There was a chance they could make good money this time, especially with Fizz’s fame growing rapidly, so the circus was staying for three days.
It was also a rare day where they had only a few performances mid day, then they had all night completely free. Blitz wasn’t included in much of the show anymore. Most of it was Fizz, since he was the biggest draw. It made him feel awful sometimes, but Fizz never acted better than him. He constantly remained humble. All he wanted to do was get better at his acts, have fun and make people happy. Fizz was innocent to many people’s true intentions. Blitz’s father praised him because he made him money. Many of Fizz’s fans just wanted the chance at a quick fuck or exposure through him. As much as they tried, it never worked. Blitz was always there to protect him, even if he wished any of that “love” could have been spared for him.
But today, Blitz would ask Fizz to hang out in the Lust Ring. He knew something could happen. It is the Lust Ring, after all. He stood staring at himself in the mirror in the bathroom trailer he shared with the rest of the men in the circus. He shoved a clown horn under the door to stop anyone from coming in so he could stress out alone. Blitz picked at his braces, suddenly becoming insecure about them. He became more insecure about everything the more he stared at himself.
“Oh, fuck it,” Blitz said under his breath. He fixed his studded collar and flattened out his dark red shirt. He grabs his long black dressy jacket from the hook on the door and puts it on. It was the nicest thing he owned. He found it left on a chair in the audience of a show in the Wrath Ring. When no one claimed it, once everyone had left, he snatched it up. He takes one final look at himself in the mirror and does up the two red buttons on the blazer. Fizz once said he looked handsome in it. Blitz takes a final breath, dislodges the clown horn from the door, and leaves the bathroom trailer to the trailer he and Fizz share.
Their trailer was small, with a set of bunk beds against one wall and a chest of drawers against the other. A full length mirror took up one of the walls. The rest of the wall space was taken up by posters. Fizz’s were some of his posters for his performances and some Mammon posters. Blitz’s posters were some he had collected from the different Rings they would visit, and some music and pop star posters. The trailer door was cracked open. Blitz still gave a small knock before going in anyway.
Fizzarolli was lying on his stomach on his bunk, the bottom one, reading a Lust Ring magazine. He looks up to see Blitz at the door.
“Hey Blitzo,” he smiles, “Is that my clown horn?”
Blitz forgot he was still holding the severely dented horn in his hand.
“Oh shit, yeah,” Blitz realizes, “I didn’t realize it was yours. I, uh, used it as a door jam in the bathroom.”
Fizz looks at him for a moment, “Yeah I guess that makes sense.” Fizz shrugs and goes back to reading his magazine. He was still wearing his costume. Blitz had finished his final act a few hours ago. Fizz had just gotten back from his last solo show.
Blitz closes the door behind him. Their tiny room was dark and dingy, with only a single lightbulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. Blitz had to watch his horns when climbing into his bed because there was nothing protecting it. He stops for a moment and looks at Fizz reading his magazine. Pull it together. Just ask him.
“Fizz,” His voice cracks. Fuck puberty. Blitz clears his throat while Fizz looks up at him.
“I, um,” Blitz resets, “We should go out tonight. I know we’re saving our money for that fucking Mammon concert you wanna go to so bad, but we’ve never been around here before. There’s probably lots of stuff we can do if we look around.”
Blitz finishes with an awkward, sharp toothy smile. He wasn’t sure what to expect, so when Fizz’s face lit up, he was still surprised.
“That sounds great!” Fizz beams. He swings his legs over the side and sits on the edge of his bed, leaning forward a bit so his huge horns don’t get stuck under the bed above him. They both were definitely getting too big for their tiny living quarters. “I’ll get ready, give me five minutes. Is Barbie coming?”
Here it is. “Um, I was thinking we could go just the two of us?”
Fizz’s smile doesn't change, “That sounds great, Blitzo. Give me a few, I’ll meet you at the tent?”
Blitz tries not to sound as relieved as he felt, “Yeah, sure. I’ll see you there.”
Blitz leaves Fizz to get changed and get ready. He knew it would be more than five minutes, his best friend being a diva and all. Fizz was really getting into doing his makeup. He’s upgraded from being able to do his own clown makeup, to wearing eyeshadow and blush and highlighter on any normal day. All Blitz could do is eyeliner, and even then he needed to pretend he meant to smudge it as much as he did. Good thing that style was “in”, according to Fizz.
Blitz scrolls on his phone, leaning against some crates stacked in front of the main circus tent. The tent curtain opens up and Fizz walks through. He must’ve come from the other side. He didn’t try to make an entrance, but Blitz still saw it as gracious and majestic.
“I’m all ready, Blitzo!” Somehow Fizz still had so much energy even after doing three performances that day. He wore a bubblegum pink cropped hoodie and low rise black baggy pants. He does a twirl for his friend.
“Hold on,” Asmodeus interrupts the story, “This sexy specimen wears a hot as fuck outfit, agrees to explore the Lust Ring with you ALONE, and is almost jumping into your arms he’s so happy to be around you, and you DIDN’T know you two were going on a date?”
“He just looked like that all the time. And he acted like that all the time,” Blitz shrugs.
Stolas puts his head in his hands and grumbles, “Oh my Satan…”
“You can’t just blame me,” Blitz argues and points at Fizz, “You’re responsible as well.”
“And it gets worse,” Fizz says bluntly, directed at Asmodeus.
“Okay, I won’t interrupt again,” Ozzie says, “Keep going.”
Blitz and Fizz headed outside of the empty area the circus stopped in. The city was close by. Succubus demons, imps on dates or heading to hookups, and other demons walked down the pink and blue glowing streets. Neon lights and signs from clubs and lounges lit up the sky. This Ring was surprisingly clean and beautiful. Blitz and Fizz weren’t used to something like it.
“This place is amazing,” Fizz says, looking around as the two friends stroll down the sidewalk.
“Yeah, other than the smell of sex and sweat, it’s certainly much cleaner than any of the other rings,” Blitz comments.
“You sure it’s sweat? I thought it was piss,” Fizz says in a serious tone. They look at each other, then burst out laughing. Blitz wasn’t as nervous anymore. Things started to feel normal again.
The two walked a few more blocks down the road and saw a red carpet going into a club. A sex club? It was hard to tell what kind of “entertainment” was being offered in each building. The only hints they had were the neon signs of dicks and tits lit up outside. The ones without those signs were probably just bars or lounges. A limo pulls up, and someone gets out. The crowd standing in line waiting to get into the club goes crazy. From down the block, Fizz’s eyes light up at the sight of the performer. The performer gets rushed into the building by security, but he still waves in the direction of the flashing lights and cheering crowd.
“Ooooh, this place is awesome,” Fizz exclaims with glee. Blitz gets an idea.
“Wanna try and get in?” He asks his friend.
Fizz is taken aback, “Huh? How could we do that?”
Blitz grabs Fizz by the hand and rushes the two of them into an alley nearby, connected to the building they saw the star go into. Blitz points up at a fire escape, leading to a door entering the building.
“Oh, you fucking genius,” Fizz pulls him in close and squeezes his hand that Blitz was still holding. Blitz didn’t have enough time to register the closeness or the compliment before Fizz climbed onto a dumpster and over the fire escape railing.
“Blitzo,” Fizz says from above him. He’s holding out his hand. “Come on!”
Blitz smiles, grabs Fizz’s hand and uses the leverage to hoist himself up over the railing. It was a different kind of joy, a kind that he didn’t get very often, doing sneaky things with his best friend. The two stifle their laughter as they run up the stairs to the door at the top. They’re basically giggling like school girls. It was great, feeling like a kid again just for a night.
Fizz and Blitz enter the building through the rusty door. They’re obviously on the top floor, a floor probably reserved for storage and a work space. The two friends didn’t have to worry much about getting caught because the imps working were far too busy to notice them. They were dressed as waiters and waitresses, restocking carts of alcohol and plates of chocolates and charcuterie. So this place was a lounge, probably just for drinks and a show. Blitz was only a bit worried about possibly taking Fizz into a sex club. He looked so good he could’ve been mistaken for a performer. Or he could’ve simply been recognized as himself and the same bad things would happen.
Blitz sees a sign on a door nearby that says “private box”. Another paper sign simply hanging on a hook on the door was flipped to the side that said “vacant”.
“Fizz,” Blitz whispers and gestures his head in the direction of the door. Fizz sees it, smiles, and runs across the hall to the door dragging Blitz along with him.
When inside the private box, Blitz and Fizz quickly realized this lounge used to be a theater. A huge stage bedazzled with hundreds of lights was the main attraction on one side of the room, while the rest of the room had tables full of couples and stars. Two cages on either side of the stage had sexy succubus demon dancers, and in the middle was an imp MC with a microphone.
Blitz looks back at Fizz after personally taking in the atmosphere. Fizz was starstruck. His eyes were glowing with amazement, not at the few pop stars in the audience, but at the imp host at the microphone on stage.
“Look at him, Blitzo,” Fizz whispers in awe, “Imagine being the host of a whole club! Even though there are singers and dancers here to perform later, HE is incharge! He’s the star of the show. Imagine still being just an imp, yet being so important.”
The two friends continue hunching down in the theater box to watch the MC continue his introduction. It was rare for an imp to gain any bit of fame. Of course it still happens, but at the end of the day, most hellborns still looked at imps as lower workers. Even in the circus, the performers did have fans, but they looked at them as low life creatures who existed strictly for their entertainment. An imp having any power that wasn’t in something sleazy and massively immoral was a huge accomplishment.
“We have some hot performances for you guys tonight,” the MC says in his microphone as the room gets quiet, “and I have to say, the circus coming to town for the first time in a decade? I know I wouldn’t go to that shit show if I had to go to a different ring to see it.”
The MC laughs, and Blitz and Fizz look at each other, cringing. The host continues, “But I did go to see it, and really, some of those kids have some fucking potential. We need some new meat in this town. Some of you sluts are getting old.”
The crowd laughs. Both Fizz and Blitz’s faces light up. They start hitting each other, with no other way to express themselves silently.
“And to the imp boy with the huge fucking horns that I can totally see in the private box on the left,” The MC shouts into the mic as a spotlight snaps in Blitz and Fizz’s direction, “I suggest you and your date get the fuck out of here before security gets you first.”
“Shit,” Blitz says, then covers his mouth as his voice almost echoes throughout the theater. The crowd laughs. Fucking jesters.
Fizz grabs Blitz’s arm and lifts him up to lead him out of the room. Back in the hallway, a few imp waiters spot them and whisper to each other. One of them pulls out a phone and hits a button. Fizz runs back to the fire exit door, leaving Blitz standing in the middle of the hall. He spots a bright green bottle on the bottom of an alcohol cart.
“Blitzo, come on!” Fizz both whispers and yells with his hand on the doorknob. Blitz looks back and forth between him and the bottle. He lunges and snags the bottle from the cart, tucking it under his jacket. Commotion can be heard from around the corner in the hall.
“Blitz!” Fizz yells. Blitz dashes down the hall and pushes Fizz through the door. Back on the fire escape, they stop for a moment to think of what to do next.
“Here,” Blitz gives the bottle of alcohol to Fizz and climbs on to the side of the railing. There is an open dumpster full of trash bags below. “I’ll go first, then you fall backwards and I’ll break your fall.”
“The fuck! No!” Fizz argues. Blitz flashes him a smile.
“Hey, I’ll be fine. Remember, fall backwards. Protect the booze.”
Blitz falls back and crashes on to the full trash bags below. They were probably half full of food, which was fine to land on, and half full of glass bottles, which was less fine to land on. Blitz groans at the impact, definitely adding to the many bruises he already had on his back. Before he can look back up, Fizz falls right on top of him. But he does catch him, like he said he would.
Fizz flips over to face Blitz, unbroken bottle of booze in hand, “Blitzo! Are you okay!”
“Shhhh,” Blitz covers Fizz’s mouth. Three stories above them, the security hellhounds open the fire escape door and look around. Soon, they go back inside. Blitz and Fizz let out a huge breath. They stumble to get out of the dumpster.
As the two walk back to the circus, they take turns drinking out of the green bottle. They didn’t know exactly what the drink was, but it was strong and probably expensive. Blitz thought it was probably the best thing they’ve snagged ever.
“That was fucking crazy,” Fizz says, almost stumbling over his own feet handing the bottle back to Blitz.
“Yeah,” Blitz takes a drink. It burns, but he doesn't let his face show it. “Your fucking horns gave us away.” Blitz pushes Fizz by his horn, knocking his friend off balance. The two friends laugh. They stop for a moment before entering the circus area. Blitz throws the now empty green bottle in a trash can. The shattering glass echoes.
“You think that could be me someday, Blitzo?” Fizz asks, hopping in front of him and stopping him in his tracks.
“Yes, Fizz, I think you’d make a great cage dancer,” Blitz teases.
“Blitzoooo,” Fizz whines, “No! I mean like that imp guy! The MC! I’d love to host a show. Draw in a crowd. This ring is the fucking best.”
Blitz lets a small frown appear on his face, “You got it pretty good here, Fizz. Why go for something else when you already have something good? You wanna live here and smell like sex all the time anyway?”
Fizz tilts his chin down and looks up at Blitz, taking a step towards him, “Maybe I do? Smelling like sex means you probably had a good time recently, right?”
Blitz couldn’t help but laugh. “If you’re trying to flirt with me, you're not doing a very good job.”
Fizz continues to walk up to him. He doesn’t stop until their faces are an inch apart. “Not everything is about you, Blitzo,” Fizz says, looking Blitz in the eye, “You need to loosen up a bit.”
Fizz reaches down and begins to unbutton Blitz’s blazer. Blitz swallows deep, his heart beating quickly. Fizz was definitely drunk. Blitz knew he was too, considering he had to use most of his energy to focus on the moment at hand. He wanted to focus on Fizzaroli’s face. His big eyes and majestic horns that had gotten them in trouble just moments ago.
“Yeah, well, that’s because everything is always about you,” Blitz says. He immediately regrets it. He gets a tiny moment of affection from Fizz and he ruins it by being selfish. But it was true. Fizz looks up at Blitz. His jacket is now completely unbuttoned.
“Well,” Fizz begins. Blitz braces himself. “Maybe tonight we should make things about you?”
Fizz marches his fingers up Blitz’s chest and then rests his hand on his shoulder. Blitz grits out a smile, his dry lips snagging on his braces for a moment.
“I mean, if you gave me the chance, I wouldn’t mind making everything about you-”
Fizz quickly bounces up on his tip toes and plants a kiss on Blitz’s lips. It was quick and sweet. Fizz pulls away and looks up at Blitz with no words.
The next moment, Blitz finds himself with his lips back on Fizz’s. He grabs his waist, his hands almost wrapping completely around him, and pulls him in so their bodies are pressed against each other.
“Mmm, wait,” Fizz says against Blitz’s lips, “Let’s go to our trailer. I don’t know who might still be out here.”
And once again, like everything is normal, Blitz pulls Fizz by the wrist as they run across the grass to their trailer. He opens the door and Fizz runs inside. After he locks the door behind him, Blitz turns to immediately meet with Fizz’s lips. Their tongues collided together. Neither of them bothered turning the light on. The only thing lighting up the room was the moon shining through the thin window above the dresser.
Blitz shrugs his jacket off onto the floor and reaches for Fizz’s cropped hoodie next. As they pull it over his head, tugging it over his horns, Fizz asks, “Do you really think everything is always about me?”
With a final pull, Blitz gets the hoodie off Fizz’s head and discards it onto the floor. He grabs the small of his back and pulls him close to respond, “I don’t fucking care about that, not right now. You’re so fucking hot.”
His voice is low and raspy. Fizz giggles softly, “That’s just the alcohol talking. We are so fucking drunk.”
“No it’s not,” Blitz says, trying his best to sound as serious as he could in his inebriated state, “You’re fucking beautiful and everyone loves you. And yet you give me the time of day. You’re better than me in every way. You’re talented, and you're kind, even though everything about this shit hole should turn you otherwise.”
“Blitzo,” Fizz says, putting his hand on the side of Blitz’s face, “I don’t care about any of that. There’s nothing that could take me away from you. You’ll always be my best friend.”
Ouch. Fizz had the remarkable ability to include equal parts compliments and insults in one sentence. Blitz takes a moment to look Fizz in the eyes. His head is empty. He says nothing and grabs Fizz’s ass to press their bodies together. They exchange sloppy kisses and stumble back into Fizz’s bed.
“...and?” Asmodus asks. Blitz and Fizz, both with light blushes over their faces, just shrug.
“I don’t really remember anything after that,” Blitz says. Fizz snorts.
“I didn’t remember anything from the moment when we got back to the circus, so good job, Blitzø,” Fizz says, using Blitz’s old name just to tease him.
“Aw,” Stolas frowns.
“What, you wanted full details on our fuck session?” Blitz raises an eyebrow to him.
“No…” Stolas shyly looks away.
“So all that goes down,” Ozzie starts, and points at Blitz, “and you still think that he only likes you as a friend?”
“Hey, Fizzarolli did say ‘friend’ before,” Stolas pipes in.
Fizz opens his mouth to talk, but Ozzie starts talking before he could. “Okay? And Fizzy just said he doesn’t remember that. Maybe Blitz had a false memory.”
Stolas chirped in annoyance. Now it was time for Blitz to use his out, although he didn’t expect to need to use it so Oz and Stolas didn’t have a boyfriend battle.
“Okay!” Blitz stands up, “This was fun! Now I gotta get back to work before Loona bites Moxxie's head off once he tries to get her to get back to work after her break.”
“Oh, okay,” Fizz smiles lightly, “Will you be, uh, portaling back?” Fizz makes a magical gesture with his hands.
Blitz looks at Stolas, “I think I’ll walk back. You okay with that?”
Stolas gives him a kiss on the head. Blitz was still getting used to the affection. He’s getting better with it. Sometimes it was even nice.
“You go ahead, darling. I’ll be heading back home,” Stolas says, and summons a portal back to his palace. He stops for a moment and turns back around. “Asmodeus, I actually had something I wanted to discuss with you. Would you join me?”
Ozzie gives him a look. Off that, Stolas nudges his eyes in the direction of Blitz and Fizzarolli. Ozzie gets it, then says, “Yes, of course. Fizzy, you’re okay getting back on your own?”
Noticing what they were doing, Fizz says, “Sure, Oz. I’ll be okay.”
Stolas and Asmodeus pass through the portal. As it closes, Stolas gives a final smile to Blitz. He wasn’t used to this kind of kindness in his life.
Fizz accompanied Blitz on his walk back to I.M.P. They strolled slowly and silently for a moment.
“Blitz,” Fizz begins, “I don’t think I’ve been able to tell you how happy I am that we’re friends again. I haven’t thought about that date we went on all those years ago until today. I forgot how much fun we have.”
“Yeah, we do know how to have a good time,” Blitz chuckles.
“Have you and Stolas been doing okay?” Fizz asks.
Blitz takes a moment to think of a response, “It’s actually been great. I’m not one for sappy shit, so the lead up to it sucked. But it turns out talking actually works.”
“You’ve been learning that a lot, huh?” Fizz says teasingly and nudges him with his elbow. Blitz pushes him back and they both start shoving each other. Other imps walking down the streets of Imp City looked their way. Soon they reached the building that held I.M.P headquarters. They both stop in front of the door.
“Fizz?” Blitz asks, letting himself be vulnerable once again, “Are you happy with the way your life turned out?”
“Is there anything about me that says I’m not?” Fizz asks with a smile and laugh. “There’s been times I thought things couldn’t get any better. Being with you in the circus. Even working for Mammon I got to meet Ozzie. And now I really am free.”
Blitz gives him a small smile. He was truly happy for him.
Fizz puts both his hands on Blitz’s shoulders and says, “It can always get better. As much as it can always get worse, it can also always get fucking better, Blitz.”
The friends hug once again.
“I’ll let you get to work. I’ll see you later.”
“Actually,” Blitz stops him, “You haven’t met my daughter, Loona.”
“You have a fucking DAUGHTER!?” Fizz shouts, “And you haven’t fucking told me!?”
Blitz laughs, “She’s adopted, so don’t freak out too much. But come on, I can show you the luxury offices of I.M.P as well.”
Blitz opens the door for Fizz and walks in after him. In the elevator, they chat about Blitz’s work at I.M.P, and how Fizz probably needs to apologize to Moxxie and Millie when they get there. Finally, Blitz can have everyone he loves together. Maybe things do get better.
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Blitzo wakes up with an unfamiliar warmth next to him. He opens his eyes to see Fizz’s face right next to him. They’re both tucked under the covers in Fizz’s bunk, almost pressed up against each other because of how small the bed is. Blitz startles so hard, he almost falls out the other side. Once he realizes where he is, he freezes and looks at Fizz. His friend shifts, then settles. Blitz sighs, relieved to have not woken him up.
Then he remembers what happened. At least he remembers up until they got into the bed together. Blitz cringes and carefully lifts the blanket up just enough to look underneath it. Thank Satan. They’re both still wearing their underwear. Blitz didn’t want to have slept with Fizz when they were both drunk. That wouldn’t feel right. And if he and Fizz fucked, he would definitely want to remember it.
Blitz tucks them both back in and lays facing up, staring up at the metal bars holding the bed above them. He can feel Fizz’s even breathing on his bare shoulder. He looked so sweet. He was too sweet for Hell. This place turns people into horrible beings. For low life imps, it’s usually out of necessity. To survive, you cheat, steal, and even kill. Fizz was an orphan adopted by the circus. He has every reason to resent life, yet he stays kind. Blitz didn’t deserve him. None of these fuckers deserve him.
Blitz turns on to his side to face Fizz directly. He had drooled a bit on the pillow under his head. Even that was cute. Blitz thinks about what Fizz had said earlier. He wonders if this was a one off thing. Just a burst of pent up energy that was brought out by the excitement of the Lust Ring, and whatever was in that green bottle. He was pretty okay with just being Fizz’s friend. One day he could get over him. He could even fuck around with him like this while still being his friend and be okay with it. As long as Fizz stuck around.
A tired headache entered Blitz’s head. Or a hangover headache. Or both. In his sleep, Fizz had shifted over closer to Blitz. Blitz decides to wrap an arm around him, and Fizz immediately fits his body to his. This was nice. Nicer than anything in the world. Maybe things do get better.