Author's Note: I hope y'all enjoy and this take place in Episode 4.

"Maybe you'll get me next time. Blitzy." Striker said smugly before he leapt out the window of Millie's home. Blitz rushed to the window with his gun in hand ready to fire at the other assassin. His eyes searched however, he lost him the festival crowd. Blitz lowered his gun in defeat pissed at the fact that Striker got away.

After the whole commotion everyone gathered and after some discussion they went back to their usual business. That is everyone except Blitz. Had things not gone off the rails as they did then Blitz would've been more than happy to spend the rest of the day admiring the horses on the farm but, he had to warn Stolas.

Blitz made his way to the van and turned on the engine. Stolas had provided him with an address before he came incase he wanted to "spend some time together".

"Blitz." An all to familiar voice called out to him. He stuck his head out the window and saw Millie with her crutches gradually approaching him. "Where you goin? Ma said dinner should be ready shortly?" Millie asked curiously.

"I'm going to see Stolas and before you say anything I'm just going to tell him about Striker. That fucker had a weapon that isn't something you find in any corner of hell. Whoever is after him they're not fucking around." Blitz said in a serious tone. Millie knew Blitz was pissed however she couldn't help but smile for a quick second as her boss' anger reminded her of herself when that slippery cocksucker was harming her husband. She knew her boss truly cared for the prince.

"Alright well be safe. We don't know where that son of a bitch is hiding."

With that Blitz made his way to Stolas' estate. As he pulled up to the gates he was stopped by two larger imps who had been hired to guard the prince. Once they saw who it was, they shared a judgmental glance with each other and let him pass. Blitz would be lying if he said that their looks didn't bother him. Of course the imps of the mansion knew of him as Stolas' mistress but, their looks never lost their sting.

He parked his van and made his way up to the door. He knocked a few times before the door opened. And there standing proudly at the door was none other than Stolas himself.

"Blitzy!" Stolas said gleefully. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" He said his tone growing a little deeper with seduction.

"Stolas someone…"

"Oh, where are my manners come inside darling. Things are far more comfortable in here."

Blitz groaned in annoyance. Here he was attempting to warn the pompous asshole and all the prince could think about was getting him inside to convince him into fucking him. He was about to argue when he realized it was probably better for them to talk inside alone away from any curious ears. There was also the fact that with Stolas at the door he would definitely make for an easy target for a sniper.

Once inside he followed Stolas into the living room.

"Would you like a glass of wine my darling?" Stolas asked as he waited for Blitz to join him on the loveseat.

"No Stolas that's not why I'm here. I came here wanting to tell you…"

"That you had fun at the games today? Oh I knew you would and I knew you were destined to be the winner." Stolas said quite cheerfully. "Even though it was a shared victory it was a grand time."

"Yeah whatever. Look Stolas…"

"Especially the people. I have to say every year my favorite part of the festival has to be when I show the people the harvest moon. The look on their faces always brings me such joy. I told you the harvest moon festival was safe nothing to worry about."

Hearing Stolas say those words hit a nerve for Blitz. If he told Stolas about the attempted assassination it may just make him no longer want to partake in this yearly event that brought him some sort of happiness. He recalled how cute Stolas looked in bed a few days ago wrapped in blankets as he spoke highly about Wrath being a safe place for him. He couldn't find it within him to tell Stolas the truth.

"But enough about the festival tell me what brings you to my home this night."

"I uh…" Blitz was in a rut he didn't know what to say now that he was committed to keeping this secret from Stolas.

"Aww did someone miss me or were you looking for someone to celebrate your victory with?" Stolas said now standing next to Blitz gliding his hand against the imp's shoulder. Blitz couldn't help but tremble a little at the birds touch.

"Fuck." He groaned before giving into his desires.

They made their way to Stolas' chambers to begin a night of "celebration". Their night of fucking was just like any other. Stolas had given Blitz all the control he desired and surrendered his body to the imp. However, Blitz felt a strange sensation begin to consume him. Within the pleasure and satisfaction was a hint of sadness and want. He tried to ignore it however, the look of ecstasy from his lover and the moans that escaped his mouth were tempting him.

He wanted to connect their lips and capture those delicious moans. However, he had to remind himself that the reason he and Stolas were fucking in the first place was just so he could continue to have access to the living world. So, he had to follow hooker rules; no kissing on the mouth during sex. Anger filled him and his thrusts became harder and quicker. He needed to fuck those feelings for Stolas out of him.

'This isn't anything just lust.' He thought to himself.

After several rounds both the prince and the assassin were drained. The laid on the bed catching their breaths. Blitz gazed up at the ceiling thinking about the sensation that had filled his mind during their fuckfest. He needed to leave before things got more complicated.

As he turned to leave the bed he felt an arm wrap around him and gently but firmly pull him away from the edge.

"Ha ha very funny let go of me bird brain I'm not spending the night here." Blitz said annoyance filling his voice. The arm did not move. Blitz looked over his shoulder and saw the prince fast asleep. "Oh fucker you did not fall asleep that quickly now stop pretending and let me go."

Stolas held his grip and continued to allow himself fall asleep with Blitz in his arms. Blitz groaned in defeat and remained where he laid. He knew he could fight his way free but, there was a part of him that didn't want to leave Stolas.

Although he would never admit it, Blitz treasured Stolas. Within the part of his heart that he fought to ignore he knew that he would go through all seven rings of hell and any form of punishment or torture bestowed upon him by hellish or heavenly creatures for the sake of keeping Stolas out of trouble. Stolas was not just another piece of ass for him to fuck whenever he wanted. Stolas was and is more than that.

Quite a bit of time had passed and Blitz didn't want to think anymore. He was tired of the voices in his head reminding him that he is undeserving of love. He looked over his shoulder and saw Stolas fast asleep with a small smile on his beak. Blitz sighed he was tired of the train wrecks that came with him loving someone. Especially when the other person didn't love him.

"It's a transactional fucking." He whispered to himself remembering how he had admitted it to Striker. Blitz sighed and slowly slid out of the bed careful not to wake the sleeping prince. He picked up his clothes from the floor and quickly dressed before sneaking out of the estate.

Tomorrow would be just another day. They'd be back home and back to business. He would be able to ignore the thoughts in his head and focus on killing his targets. And he would also get started on tracking that son of a bitch Striker to ensure that he never gets close to enough to hurt Stolas.