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Moxxie let out a long groan as his eyes opened, he was immediately met with a banging headache and stiff body. Slowly he blinked, gaining his bearings, fighting through the pain to sit up. His claw hand resting on his forehead as his head continued to thump.
Taking a deep inhale to steady himself, he glanced downwards, he was completely naked. Considering how he had woken up, it wasn’t surprised. Not like this was new or anything.
Turning his head, Moxxie took in his location. It was some cheap shabby motel room. Offering nothing more than the bed he was laying in, an overpriced mini fridge and an adjoining bathroom.
The sound of snoring caught Moxxie’s attention, looking over his shoulder he saw Blitzo, blissfully sleeping away while equally naked.
“Oh for crumbs sake” Moxxie lowly cursed, standing up, making his way to the bathroom on wobbly legs “It’s just a few drinks he said, have some fun he said, we’d be home by the evening” the imp angrily mumbled to himself.
It was a work night, he hadn’t even wanted to go out but Blitzo had insisted, it was just easier to say yes than deal with his partner consistently asking to go out drinking.
Once they got to the bar he had asked Blitzo to at least order something with a low alcohol percentage. He should’ve known the moment he took that first sip, that the drink Blitzo had ordered was strong.
Whether it was intentional or Blitzo’s poor reading skills causing the older imp to misread the percentage was up for debate. He could believe it the first time. Moxxie however was unsure how often he could believe it.
Although perhaps he should shoulder some blame for trusting Blitzo, for not picking up on how strong the drink was. Partner or not.
Moxxie splashed water on his face as he recalled the night prior. The cool feeling helped him to relax, gather his bearings. He was able to take a quick shower, before gathering his clothes from the room. Not once did Blitzo wake.
It was after he was feeling more refreshed and a healthy dose of pain killers, that Moxxie ventured back into the other room of the motel. The smaller imp was quick to pick up the others clothing, throwing them right at Blitzo, causing the older imp to jolt awake.
“What the ahh my head” Blitzo immediately clutched his head, feeling the effects of the night before. Moxxie didn’t even react as he adjusted his bow.
“Get the fuck up Blitzo and shower while you can, we have a meeting with a client in an hour” he flatly advised watching as Blitzo rolled out the bed with a grumble.
Their relationship was a complicated one, on the surface one could say it was like almost any other friends with benefits. However the biggest difference is that the majority of friends with benefits ‘couples’ don’t double up as boss and employee.
While the pair were on the clock, nothing between them was different. From an outsiders perspective one couldn’t even tell that the two imps were casually fucking, especially from the way they spoke and acted towards each other.
However the moment the clock hits 5pm and Loona has left for the day is when the boss and employee dynamic changes, perhaps unfortunately for the worse.
“Sir I am trying to work” Moxxie growled as he sat at his desk, scribbling on some paperwork doing his best to focus on it and nothing else.
“Ah ah ahh Mox!” Blitzo giddly started moving his finger to each word with a smirk before making his way to the other side of the desk, opposite of Moxxie. “Look at the time, I’m no longer your boss” the mischievous snicker could be heard in his tone as he crawled underneath the desk, eyes on his prize.
“Blitzo! This needs to get done” Moxxie hissed as he felt his partner's hands fondle his pants.
“Aww c’mon Mox, there’s always tomorrow" Blitzo beamed, head between the snipers legs.
“I…I really prefer if we didn’t right now” Moxxie lowly whispered, despite the soft purr that could be heard as his bosses hands caressed him.
“You say that, but just look at how hard you are” Blitzo pushed “and don’t act like I can’t hear that purr” he continued before shifting his eyes to focus purely on his prize.
Moxxie let out a low groan at Blitzo’s actions, placing his head on the table, concentrating on his breathing. He may as well enjoy himself, at this point no matter what he says or does, Blitzo is going to continue.
His entire body shuddered as Blitzo continued his work between Moxxies legs. Moxxie couldn’t help but let out shallow moans and breaths.
The paperwork wasn’t finished that evening.
“Is that really what you're wearing?” Moxxie questioned, raising an eyebrow as he glanced over Blitzo.
It was Friday night, Blitzo had managed to convince him it that was a good night to go out to a club, enjoy themselves, and relieve some stress from the week.
The past hour or so the pair had spent getting ready. Moxxie, ever prepared and organised, had managed to finshed first, spending the last ten minutes sitting on the lounge waiting for Blitzo to emerge from the bathroom. Needless to say when he finally did, the sniper was not impressed.
“Umm yea it is Mox, this is my go to club fit” Blitzo sassed back, placing his hands on his hips “ya got a problem with it or something?”
“As matter of fact I do, it’s so obviously worn, the fabric is pulling and the look is clearly outdated, go get changed” Moxxie stated matter of factly as if the request was a simple one.
“As if ya fucking prude! You don’t control what I get to wear ya bitch” Blitzo hissed as he reached for his wallet, stuffing bills inside.
“Blitzo, I refuse to be seen with someone in such attire” Moxxie scoffed crossing his arms, unmoving.
“Well than that’s just too fucking bad princess, cause I’m not changing!” Blitzo started before gesturing to himself “this is my favorite and comfiest outfit, Plus I love how it makes my butt look” He continued before resting both hands on his buttcheeks giving a little aggravated shake. The action earned a scoff from his partner.
“Well than I’m not going” Moxxie simply stated as he took a seat on the lounge, refusing to look at Blitzo.
“Ex-fucking-scuse me!” Blitzo growled in frustrated disbelief.
“You heard me Blitzo, either you change out of that outfit or you’re going alone” was Moxxie’s simple answer.
“Oh for fucks ask, fine you win you babydick, I’ll go change!” Blitzo all but hissed as he stomped back towards the bathroom, angrily grabbing additional clothes on his way.
The drive to the club was awkward with Blitzo having an annoyed sulk, as Moxxie merely looked out the window.
It wasn't until Blitzo switch the radio that he perked up, it was a station designed for younger demons, but that didn’t matter cause it played his favorite songs from the pony show.
He was just about to start singing along when.
“Ugh, this music is so childish” Moxxie groaned “anyone who actually listens to this is pathetic, can you change the radio Blitzo?”
Blitzo frowned at the statement, glancing at his partner.
“I like this Mox, you know that!” His voice low, refusing to make eye contact.
“Yea, but it’s different with you, ya know Blitzo. You don’t spend every moment of your day around it. Like a lot of others” Moxxie nonchalantly answered, missing the flash of hurt on Blitzo’s face.
“Well it’s better than your fucking creepy cats musical” Blitzo grumbled underneath his breath. He saw the way Moxxie glared at him, before staying quiet, choosing to bite his tongue, this time at least.
By the time they parked the van and reach the club tensions were already high between the two. Both angry and frustrated at the other. They had headed straight to the bar in hopes that some drinks would help ease some things.
An hour later things were going better, they had a decent amount of booze and were having a good time dancing. That all changed however. when another imp headed towards Blitzo openly flirty with him.
The imp in question worn torn clothes, hair messy and obviously already in quite a drunken state themselves.
Blitzo was clearly enjoying the attention as he flirted along, even getting handsy with the other imp. The pair were about to lean for a kiss before being rudely interrupted by Moxxie pulling Blitzo away.
“Apologies, hate to break up whatever this is, but we were just leaving” Moxxie faked a smile as his hand flashed the gun in his jacket, giving a clear message. One the other imp fortunately understood as the backed off, much to Blitzo’s displeasure.
“What the fuck Moxxie! I was about to get lucky! We’re fucking open you jealous shit” Blitzo hissed pulling away from the smaller imps grip.
“I’m aware of our arrangement Blitzo, jealously has nothing to do with it. Hooking up with someone like that!? You can do better, try and have some standards” Moxxie lectured, scoffing as he watched the strange imp stumbled around on the dance floor.
“You dont get to decide who I fuck!” Blitzo snapped his anger reaching a boiling point as he leaned down face meeting Moxxie’s.
“When you’re fucking me, I think I do, I don’t want to get some disease cause you fucked a low life!” Moxxie snapped back, raising his hooves to meet Blitzo’s eyes.
“You’re always so fucking controlling Moxxie!” Blitzo growled, his face pushing against Moxxie’s forehead.
“And you’re so fucking pushy” Moxxie bit back, adding pressure between them.
For a moment they angrily stared at one another panting angrily, no longer hearing the sound of the music in the background.
Neither one of them knew when they had started kissing the other. All they did know was that Blitzo was carrying Moxxie back to the van, his legs wrapped around the larger imp as they aggressively made out, tasting the alcohol on each other's breath.
The pair of them angrily tore at each other's clothing as they made it back to the van. Reasons like these were why Blitzo kept lube, toys and condoms in the van, along with a thin mattress.
Angry and hate sex was unfortunately not something new to the pair as they let out each their frustration with each other.
Another week, another day of waking up sore and hungover. Moxxie once again slowly sat out whimpering in pain as he glanced around the motel room.
At this point it essentially a rinse and repeat ritual. One Moxxie was not fond of having.
Just once he’d love to wake up in their own apartment after a black night out. No matter how many times Moxxie tells Blitzo that he hates waking up in a motel room, Blitzo still directs the taxi to take them to one instead of home.
He always made up the excuse that Loona was home. Even though they both knew she was spending the night out with friends.
‘A motel is always more fun anyway, gives us more freedom as loud as we want!’
That’s what Blitzo had always said, whenever he had brought up his displeasure over it. Moxxie didn’t know why he bothered telling Blitzo his discomfort in the first place, not like he’d listen, he never did.
It was the sound of multiple snores that caught Moxxie’s attention, turning around he immediately looked away feeling slight shame.
Blitzo was there, equally naked as expected, but there was also two more demons.
“That’s right” Moxxie mumbled to himself as he recalled how the pair had approached them in their booth at the bar, offering a foursome.
Blitzo was ecstatic, almost immediately agreeing, while he wasn’t. He didn’t have any issues with Blitzo going ahead with a threeway, just that at that moment, he really didn’t feel like sleeping with strangers nor a one night stand.
That didn’t matter to his partner though. Blitzo just kept on pushing, insisting, stating how after such a long hard week that they both needed a good plowing.
Blitzo was right about one thing though, it had been a long and hard week. He was exhausted and honestly didn’t have the energy to argue, nor did he want to go home alone.
So he gave in, agreeing to the foursome, just to get Blitzo to shut up.
It’s not like the sex wasn’t good, it’s just at that time, he really didn’t want it.
Moxxie let out a long defeated sigh as he finished reminiscing before standing up and getting dressed, surprised that none of the other three demons woke up as he walked about.
After a long moment, Moxxie decided against waking them up, it was Saturday afterall, meaning no work. Instead he just left, simply leaving a note. Blitzo had done it to him enough times in the past, may as well return the favour.
It was still early morning as Moxxie walked home, fortunately the motel was close to their shared apartment.
Moxxie found himself alone with his thoughts, it was the first time in a long while he had truly been alone without Blitzo or Loona around.
He started thinking of himself and his boss while he walked upstairs to the apartment. Pausing just outside the door as a thought struck him.
Was he happy?
Was Blitzo happy?
‘Your so controlling’
Blitzo had said that a few weeks ago in the heat of the moment but it certainly stuck in Moxxie’s head.
The more he thought about his and Blitzo’s after hours relationship, the more the pained obvious realisation became.
They weren’t happy.
They weren’t in love.
They hurt each other.
Disrespected each other.
They were toxic.
A sudden wave of determination came over Moxxie as he opened the door to their shared home
This needed to end and he knew exactly how
He also knew Blitzo was not going to like it.
“What the fuck do you mean you’re moving out!?” Blitzo shouted as he watched Moxxie pack his items, even if they did fit all fit into a simple overnight bag and a gun bag.
Needless to say, Blitzo didn’t take the news too well.
Moxxie couldn’t deny the guilt he felt as he watched Blitzo’s reaction, deciding to not tell the other imp of Loona’s involvement in helping him find a place and even paying part of the deposit.
The Hellhound was well aware of their relationship, turn out she had a front row seat as it turned from two friends casually fucking into the toxic mess it had become.
She had accidentally caught him browsing rentals, before offering her assistance.
‘Look I don’t know what the fuck is happening with you two, but it’s fucked up, if this makes it stop that I’ll help you. Besides means with you gone fatty, means they’ll finally be more room here’
Was the Hellhounds reaction when she decided to get involved. Moxxie was beyond thankful for her assistance, knowing how difficult it would’ve been alone. The pair may bicker and argue and they’ll deny it, but they knew when push came to shove, they could rely on another.
Blitzo however was filled with panic as he watched Moxxie
What did he do wrong?
Why does everyone end up leaving him?
The thoughts spiralling into self destruction as Blitzo grabbed his head, squeezing his eyes shut, doing his best not to explode.
Suddenly the sensation of two soft hands on his cheeks pulled him out of his head. Opening his eyes, he saw Moxxie, staring directly at him with a soft comforting smile.
“Why are you leaving?” Blitzo couldn’t help but whisper, his hand resting ontop of Moxxie’s.
“You know why sir, we just weren’t working how we wanted to” Moxxie answered, his voice calm
“We could’ve” Blitzo started before Moxxie interrupted him
“Were you happy?”
The question was so simple and yet the more Blitzo thought about it, looking over the past weeks and months a cold realisation took over.
The way his faced paled, eyes widen and mouth slowly gasped over was all Moxxie needed to know.
“Yea, neither was I” he whispered before leaning in and giving Blitzo a long gentle kiss.
They couldn’t recall the last time they shared such a tender loving kiss.
It was one of their best yet, even if it was a goodbye.
Moxxie was regrettably the first to pull away. His hands slowly leaving Blitzo’s face.
“I’ll see you at work tomorrow sir” Moxxie spoke, wiping tears away as he grabbed his bag. It took Blitzo a moment to compose himself before he answered.
“You better be on time Mox, just because you’re at a new place doesn’t excuse any tardiness” Blitzo retorted with a sad laugh, one Moxxie shared as he slowly left the apartment, waving one last time to Blitzo.
And then, the door closed, just like that, it was over.