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Summary:
Chapter One "You singin love songs in my lustful lounge"
Note: This story takes place just after the events of episode 7 of Helluva Boss.
I want to thank the following authors for inspiring to write this story in my head
Cranberryfriend- "Are you in lust" and chapter 20 of "Blitzo and Moxxie, Sometimes friends"
Cheycartoongirl8 and CynicalGenre- "Growing up impish"
SilverWolfDemonGirl- "Sadistic Tendencies"
Thank you for being so amazing.
Turning his head towards the couple Ozzie scooped up the now conscious jester and headed over towards their direction. A small smile on his face as he saw that Fizzaroli was alright (probably had one fucking headache) but was alright. As he stared at the two imps who were kissing on one of the descending poles he decided that at that moment his patience with them had met its limits.
"Aww! Ain't that such a happy display." he exclaimed with a mocking smile on his face grabbing the two attention as they turned to look at him. "It sickens me!"
"GET THE FUCK OUT!" voice becoming deep and demonic as he gestured for the sap and his head-bashing wife to leave his establishment. He couldn't help but laugh as he watched the two leave as fast as they possibly could their hands intertwined. They were a cute couple he had to admit. Much to wholesome and loving for his carnal taste buds.
Looking back at the club the next act was about to perform and looking at their wardrobe (or should he say lack off) he wouldn't need to interfere. Walking back to his own private room a smirk reached his lips as a pair of robotic limbs wrapped around his shoulders. "Well this was a fun night don't ya think? We haven't performed like that in some time."
"Oh yeah." A robotic cackle. "I don't know what was better, telling that limp dick to grow a pair or watching BlitzO get blue-balled."
"I'm not that surprised though Fizz." A small grin among his face. "Their were rumours that Prince Stolas was fucking some imp just never thought it be your ex."
Stretching off the other and opening the door to Asmodeus' private lounge, Fizzaroli grabbed one of the colorful drinks from the bar. "What rumors? You had info on who dicked what puss and didn't say anything?!"
Clutching his hands to chest the jester imp fainted and stretched out on a rose-pink sofa onto the other's lap. Purring when he felt the other finger scratch under his chin.
"The Ars Goetia talk." whispering softly as he played with bells on the other's collar. "And according to a few Stella and Stella bedroom life was lacking."
"Huh. The prince was that bad."
"Someone said that he didn't really put much effort into their romance." Taking a swallow from the other's drink he smiled. "That he
just layed there staring at the ceiling
"So his highness is a pillow bitch in bed hmm?" Sighing tiredly. "And yet he came here with that disaster of fuckups. Then again that's always been BlitzO's speciality. He has a wife and a hot one at that!"
"Stolas can get fucked by whoever he wants." Smirking as he continued, "Maybe for Stolas it was like fucking a corpse."
Rolling his eyes as he spoke "I still don't see how BlitzO would be the better option though. Seriously there are plenty of demons out there imps included who won't take your life and shit all over it."
"Maybe." The sin mused. "But anyone with eyes could see that Stolas's marriage was nothing more than a prearranged shit-show in the making. Perhaps having that imp fucking up his life was the only entertainment he had in his fucked up life."
"Well if it's one thing that Jackass is good at," A dismissive robotic-like giggle. " Is fucking up and fucking over. "
"I hate seeing you so troubled."
"What can I say?" Fizzaroli stared at the glass in his hand, "BlitzO doesn't bring out any good memories."
Frowning at seeing his partner so upset. "I'm sorry if seeing that fool brought back some unwanted memories Fizzaroli." Leaning down with a smirk on his face, his lips nearly touching the other's, "Do you want to something about him? "
Rubbing his shoulders where flesh met metal. "Believe me Oz. Nothing would make me happier than that disgrace squirming like a bitch on the edge." Aches from limbs no longer course through his arms. "It would be fun to pay that asshole back."
Looking at the other fondly. "You're cute when your fucking angry like this, like a vengeful whore and whatnot. Quite the turn on." Lifting the other's chin with his hand the sin kissed the other softly on the lips before pulling away. A gentle smile on his face as he pulled the jester close to his chest. "How would you fuck over that ex of yours my Fizzaroli? I love to hear the details."
Nuzzling into the soft furs. "Asmodeus. The embodiment of lust is a Grade A sap." Purring softly. "What do you wanna know?"
Whispering seductively . "I want to know how you would make him pay." A kiss to his cheek. "How you'd return that pain you still feel? What would you do to make that clown squirm?"
Thinking back to the night, Fizzaroli remembered how fun it was watching the other get dumped on by Verosika. Even his little employee seemed annoyed at seeing him there. "His employee..." he thought, "BlitzO seems to care an awful lot for that bow-tied baby. Enough to reveal their boring sex life was "relatively exciting". He had seen Stolas at one of the tables but honestly he didn't care. If the bird wants to get his puss dripping from some rando go at. It wasn't his business who got his dick off. But to learn he was there with BlitzO who thought it would be a wise idea to defend that "walking dryspell". Well his Old friend always did things the hard way.
"He defended him." A sharp toothed grin from ear to ear. "That limp dick imp on stage. Hell during our whole show that little imp looked embarrassed for BlitzO. It makes me wonder how close those two actually are?"
Eyes flashing with curious malice. "If it makes you feel better I didn't feel any lust between the two. Just," a gagging noise. "Pure love towards that wife of his who bludgeoned you. But he does care for them," Long nails gently tracing up the imp's arms. "In fact he cares a lot."
"How much is a lot big guy?" a playful tilt of his head. "Enough to make him sweat like bitch on spring break or enough to flood the bed."
A devilish smirk on his face he whispered into the other's ear causing a slight blush to cover the jester's face. "I would say that he cares an awful lot for that little imp."
"Haha" tugging his collar a bit. "Yeah." Eyes lighting up as turned to stand a dark smile painting itself on his face. "Hey Oz?"
"Hmm"
Coiling around the other waist and chest. "I think I know how to make that clown writhe"
And chapter one is complete. I'll probably change the Story name. Suggestions? Comments are appreciated. Ideas are loved.
Next Chapter: "Ozzie's ain't the place for sentimental sounds"
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