Title: I Will Drink Your Blood Of Sin
Author: Keith
Fandom: Helluva Boss
Setting: Various
Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie
Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Barbie Wire
Genre: Erotic/Romance/Spiritual
Rating: M
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 4350
Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 13 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie
Status: Complete
Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - A/B/O, AU - Omegaverse, AU - Canon Divergent, AU - Human!Fizzarolli, Omegaverse Dynamics, A/B/O Dynamics, A/B/O Consent Issues, Omegaverse Consent Issues, Rut Suppressants, Demon x Human, Incubi, Prostitution, Ozzie Is A Breeder Beta, So He Has A Dick/Balls/Vagina, Virgin!Fizzarolli, Priest!Fizzarolli, Alcohol, Alcoholic, Handjobs, Blowjobs, Oral Sex, Cum Swallowing, Cum Facials, Cum Facial, Virgin Kink, Sin Kink, Thigh Fucking, Intercrural Sex, Interfemoral Sex, Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) Mention
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Summary: He must have been losing his mind. It was the only explanation.
AN: Hey guys, it's me again! Just thought I ought to say, if you want vague updates and to talk to me more, I have a Helluva Boss Tumblr, too! Twitter is Sunshinecackle, and Tumblr is Gimme-A-Thrust! I also have a writing Discord that is currently pretty dead. xD If you want it, please contact me on Tumblr/Twitter!
I started writing this right on the tail end of Fuck You Very Much and ended up becoming so exhausted I had to sleep pretty much right after finishing it. Regardless, I really loved doing this, and I'm having a lot of fun with these. Never have I ever gotten so much done for a fandom event, and it makes me feel so proud that I've gotten so many entries done.
While I don't usually do this, I thought it was cool to mention that I added 882 words to this when I edited it! Hopefully, it reads well.
I Will Drink Your Blood Of Sin
Fizzarolli was a pious man that was rarely swayed by anything that those around him did. There were plenty of addicts in this town, plenty of vices swimming around, and he'd never felt anything towards any of them. Apathy towards addiction was something that helped him in his job, he supposed, because as the priest covering this half of the city, he had more than his fair share of sinners coming to him to be absolved of their trespasses. Many of them returned to him again and again, repenting for the same thing every time, and each time he forgave them for themselves.
He didn't want to believe that there were hopeless cases, but he didn't really think that apologizing for something and then doing nothing but the same was very genuine. If they didn't want to be honest with the Lord, then He would deal with them as He saw fit. Regardless, Fizzarolli was there to listen, to offer the best advice he had, and he was well-loved.
That was more than he could ask for, based on how his childhood had gone.
"That guy's back," Barbie stated as she sighed, tucking her hair behind her ears and leaning back in the pew she occupied, "Just loitering on the stairs again. Do you want me to get him to leave, do you want to, or should we just call the cops?"
"A little cruel, don'tcha think?" Fizzarolli replied with a gentle laugh, rolling his eyes as he gazed up at the cross at the head of the room behind the pulpit. Rising from the pew he'd been taking up in front of hers, he wrapped his rosary beads around his left hand and regarded her with a soft smile, "I don't ask you not to come back because your repentance is false."
"I'm your friend," Barbie retorted, tipping the neck of the brown bottle in her hand at him and pointing with her index finger, "He's some rando slut that's never stepped foot in here. We're not the same."
"Maybe not," Fizz passed her as he folded his hands against his stomach, "But maybe he needs more convincing to confess than you do." Barbie didn't get a chance to respond before he'd opened the heavy doors and disappeared outside.
"Your funeral." She murmured absently into the bottle as she pressed it to her lips and took a long pull from it. If that guy had any issues going on that made him volatile, she didn't think she'd be much help. Having been drinking all night in the church, she wasn't even sure she could make it out the doors, but that didn't stop her from continuing to knock back more booze. How else was she meant to cope?
—
"Awfully cold out tonight, isn't it?" Fizzarolli asked the handsome young man currently making the steps into some kind of lounge chair. The dark-haired beauty in front of him tipped his head back a little to look at him, vibrant, almost neon green eyes landing on the priest's face. While this was far from the first time he'd seen the other's chiseled features and those pretty lips, he was always a little taken aback by him. Such beauty belonged in a museum, chiseled from marble, not reclining on the steps of a church in the snow.
"Guess so," He replied in an even, smooth voice that caused a shudder to bolt down Fizzarolli's spine, something that he would blame on the cold if questioned. Snow drifted sluggish and silent through the air, and some of it had taken up an impromptu job as hair dye, taking the stranger's nearly black-brown locks and dusting them white. Even his goatee seemed to be changing color, and the priest had to try harder than he liked to keep his focus on the other's eyes and not his mouth. No doubt those lips were more sinful than anything he'd ever been faced with, and staring too long would only cause him problems, "I'm just waiting."
"On someone?" Fizz asked quickly, perhaps too quickly, and the olive-skinned Adonis just chuckled at him.
"You want me off your steps?" Running a hand over his bared stomach, the alluring dreamboat drew attention to the white cropped tank top that read SEX TOY in pink letters with a blue outline, and Fizzarolli tried to gulp quietly so as not to be heard, "I can go somewhere else if I'm bothering you, Daddy."
His hips shifted and the black lace microskirt around his hips fell open more at the slit, and he relished in the seconds' glance he earned out of the chaste man half behind him. From what Fizzarolli could tell, the stranger was mostly covered by the peep toe thigh-high boots that ran up to his mid-thigh. The laces went all the way up and left a strip of skin bared beneath them in the middle, and Fizz knew that that wasn't really what he'd call dressed in general, much less for the weather.. Really, though, the guy had to be cold.
"N-no need, my son. And it– It's Father." It always felt so weird calling people that were clearly older than him 'my child,' but it was something expected of him, and Fizzarolli had always followed through on expectations. Really, his bleeding heart reached out to anyone, didn't it? "If you're waiting for someone, you can come in to do it. I won't proselytize, I promise. A friend of mine is drinking in the church again, and I can hardly say anything to either of you. I'd rather you do this out of the cold, at least."
Again? He rose a brow before finally relenting with a nod and a smile. The sharp-nosed waif of a man was pretty cute, a saintly Alpha that never seemed to question his celibacy, and it had his attention. Tonight, he thought, he would feast on a priest.
"Alright, sure. I'm not really waiting on anyone in particular, though. Not that I know of." Making a show of pulling his phone from one of his boots, he wiped the screen on his shirt absently before checking his messages. There seemed to be a few white blocks on the screen, but there wasn't a message preview turned on and it wasn't Fizzarolli's place to pry, "I'm Ozzie, by the way."
"Father Fizzarolli." Came the easy reply, and Ozzie couldn't help himself as he rose to his feet and brushed the snow out of his wild curls.
"Nice to meet you, Olli Baby. Finally, I guess." He chuckled, passing the suddenly red priest and walking into the church like he was made for it. Such a large man calling him that seemed to be leaving him confused, warmth pooling in his stomach that he couldn't rationalize. There had never been a single person in his entire life that had piqued his interest, and here he was, faced with a man no doubt pushing seven feet tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist, and he wanted to bite him.
"Fizz, I–" Barbie turned, only to choke on her own spit as the man from outside walked in like he owned the place, swirling his hips as he sauntered forward like he'd been born with all the grace in the world. Maybe he had been because even she couldn't take her eyes off of him. After a second, she managed to tear her gaze from his thick thighs to glance behind him, taking in the flustered appearance of her friend. He met her eyes and she offered him a shit-eating grin, and his eyes went wide, "Fizz?"
"I– Yes?" Clearly, he was caught off guard, and he followed Ozzie inside finally, closing the door behind himself.
"Taking in strays?"
"I'm right here," Ozzie offered casually, "And it looks like Val's got me someone to keep warm tonight." Locking his phone, he slid it back into his boot, "You care if I hang here for now?"
"I don't–"
"Nope!" Barbie grinned even more, surging to her feet and stumbling into the pews across the aisle, "No, you just chill here with him, I uh." Patting down her coat she frowned when her hands came up empty, "Where's my fucking phone?"
"Barbs…" Fizzarolli slid around Ozzie, who he swore pushed their bodies together more than was actually necessary, and leaned over to grab it off the wood, "Here." Taking it from him, she brushed her hair back again, shaking the phone a couple times by way of explanation.
"My dad's calling." There wasn't a single peep out of it, nor was it even lit up, but Fizzarolli didn't have time to really stop her before she was out the door. Granted, he probably could have with how much she was tripping over herself, but he felt a little better knowing she was dialing Cash on her way out. He'd pick her up at least and she'd be fine.
"...Is she always like that?"
"Drunk?"
"Mhm."
"...Yeah. She always comes in and confesses like she thinks it's going to fix anything… I don't have the heart to tell her that I think she needs to go back to rehab." Fizzarolli sighed, closing his eyes as he walked towards the pulpit, rearranging the placement of a few candlesticks on the bulky wooden table in front of it, "I think it would really help her, but every time she goes her father usually gives in and pulls her back out again a day or so later. He never can keep telling her 'no.'"
"Mmm, I can understand using that to one's own advantage. Guess it wouldn't be a very Godly thing to do, but I figure that's why she's friends with a priest." Maybe she thought it made her seem more wholesome than she was, or it might save her soul just to know him. If only Ozzie knew the half of it, "Can you afford me the same courtesy?"
"Huh?" Turning to look over his shoulder, Fizzarolli hadn't been expecting the other man to be right behind him, caging him in against the stand with those strong arms, "I– Ozz– Ozzie?"
"Don't worry so much about it, Olli Baby," Ozzie's voice tipped off in a higher pitch and the priest found himself leaning a little heavier against the table to avoid his knees going out on him. It was impossible to figure out just what Ozzie was because he smelled simultaneously like an Alpha and an Omega, as well as a heat and rut all at once. It was intoxicating, and this close up it was impossible to avoid, "Just want to see what happens when you snap."
"What?!"
Turning suddenly, Fizz's confusion took the forefront on his face as he caught sight of Ozzie still standing five feet away from him, clearly on his phone. He looked like he was in the middle of texting someone, and that coupled with the fact that he couldn't have been in both places at once had Fizz touching his forehead. It wasn't a fever, he didn't think, but it was hard to tell since he was feeling his own body heat on his hand. He was awfully warm, though. Could it have been a hallucination, maybe?
Regardless of what it was, he swore he could still feel the chill of the other's skin threatening to snuff out the warmth clinging to the back of his cassock.
"Hm?" Finally drawing his eyes off of his phone, Ozzie's brows furrowed and he tilted his head, "You okay, Father?" How could Ozzie make a term of respect sound so filthy? Fizzarolli felt like he should be fanning himself.
"I– Y-yeah, uh… Just… Feel kind of hot." He tried to quirk a calm smile but the way he felt his face moving probably belied his unease.
"Yeah…?" Ozzie paused for a second, glancing up towards the vaulted ceiling, "Guess it is pretty warm in here, huh? You've been in here longer than I have." And he still looked red from the chill wind outside, Fizzarolli noted. It spread over his stomach and clavicle, his arms, his cheeks, those sumptuous thighs–
Fizzarolli had to whip around again to stare at Jesus hanging on the cross in the back of the church in hopes that he could reel in these thoughts. He did not need this to start rutting this late in his life. Never in the entirety of it had he felt an attraction to anyone or anything, and suddenly this guy showed up and his entire body was going haywire? He'd have to figure that one out, wouldn't he? There had to be an answer, and he kept returning to the sheer size of the man still on his phone behind him.
"I… Yes. I must just… Need a moment. You wouldn't mind if I… If I stepped out for a moment, would you?" It was taking everything in him not to run to his office right now like a child scared of turning the lights out in a room at bedtime.
"Go ahead. Apparently, Val wants to make nice." He offered a smile that spoke of frustration, and waved the priest off, "I'll be here unless my ride shows up."
"Well," Bowing a little bit, Fizz offered a tight smile, "In case I miss you, I hope your… Job goes well and you have a nice night."
"Yeah, you, too." Ozzie watched as the younger man made a beeline for his office with an amused smirk, surprised by just how easy it was to rile him up. Other succubi and incubi alike had tried things with this man, and none of them could get a rise out of him, but Ozzie didn't find it all that difficult. Then again, maybe the King of Lust himself doing it was cheating just a little bit.
When he was alone, leaning against the door to his office as his chest heaved, his arms against it as if to hold it shut, he thought he might combust. Fizzarolli had never felt this way at all in his entire thirty-five years, and he was ready to curse Barbie's name straight to Hell for abandoning him with this guy. He could very well imagine her saying 'you'll thank me later,' but he absolutely didn't think that that would be the case. Betraying his vows was a terrifying thought, and if he stayed trapped in a building with that solid, stunning hunk of a man, he was going to break.
Just want to see what happens when you snap.
Crossing the room suddenly, he wrenched open a thin drawer at the top of his desk, pulling out a small tin of lozenges. Maybe these had something to do with his lack of a sex drive, as the rut suppressants were said to be addictive and he'd been taking them his entire life, but he didn't know what else to do. His hand shook as he popped the lid off, only noticing a thick blue smoke suddenly filling the room when he reached for one.
"Wh-what–"
He didn't have time to finish the sentence. There was that smell again, and this time it was so overwhelmingly intoxicating that the Alpha was left purring and dumbstruck as his 'medication' dropped to the floor. His eyes fell to half-mast and he gazed at the door, not seeing anything at first, but before long Ozzie appeared against his desk. The olive-skinned man crawled onto it, lifting one leg high in the air as he scooted closer to Fizzarolli, before hooking it around his shoulder and yanking him close. Like this, the other's natural musk buzzed in his nose and mouth, and he thought he might drool despite the dryness of his mouth.
Lips meeting in a sudden, slow, sensual kiss,, Fizzarolli moaned softly as he felt the other's hands fisting in his frock. While he made the attempt to keep his hips back, it was met with the slightest amount of resistance from Ozzie's knee wrapping around his thigh, and he gave in immediately with no questions, no thoughts in his head. It was hard to pinpoint just what he was smelling, but the perfume that wafted off of the gorgeous creature in front of him had fog rolling over his brain rather quickly. Their tongues pressed and rolled together as Ozzie licked into his mouth and bid him mirror his actions. The priest rolled his hips forward finally, after what felt like a million lifetimes passed where he was barely contributing to this party for two.
For several minutes it wore on like that, Fizzarolli rocking into the pleasure afforded him, and Ozzie relishing in giving him quite a few firsts. The Alpha didn't seem willing to investigate anything Ozzie was doing at the moment, and the demon wasn't about to give him the chance. He was enjoying this far too much to give it up now, and indulging in his sin was something he was made for. Guiding those virgin hands up his own stomach, Ozzie offered a loud, addictive moan to keep his hands on him, letting Fizzarolli free when he made his own way underneath the shirt. Fizzarolli's fingers brushed Ozzie's stiff nipples and he gulped audibly, his mouth wet from a mixture of their saliva.
So much for the desert it had been a handful of minutes ago.
"We… I shouldn't b-be…" He panted against the other's mouth, and Ozzie chuckled at him softly, darkly almost.
"It's okay, Olli Baby, I won't tell Him if you don't."
Fizzarolli didn't get the chance to ask about what that meant before his mouth was plundered once more and that scent kicked up something inside of him that made Ozzie impossible to resist. Moaning softly into the kiss, the priest whimpered as he gasped into the other's mouth, feeling his clothed cock pressing against yet another conundrum.
There was no denying Ozzie had a pretty sizable dick, especially not with the only thing holding him back being a very small black thong, but… That felt wet, too. Maybe he was missing a memo somewhere, but he didn't think that that was normal for an Alpha.
"You like that, Baby?" Ozzie whispered against his cheek, nuzzling him softly, "Want me to take care of you?"
The priest's eyelids fluttered and he nodded slowly, his lips parted as he gave a few soft little whimpers, sniffling against Ozzie's neck and licking at his pulse point. For a few moments, he let the Alpha rut against his hips, exploring the desire burning in his body at his own pleasure. Letting the other thrust uselessly against his thighs for a little bit, he finally placed a hand against Fizzarolli's chest and gently pushed him back. That earned a growl out of him, and Ozzie chuckled, shaking his head.
"Shhh, shh, Baby, it's okay, it's okay. Let ol' Ozzie take good care of you." He purred, and Fizzarolli's hips finally stuttered to a stop with the help of Ozzie's massive hands. Panting softly, the mortal stilled as much as he could, only shifting again when those soft, large hands felt over his cock through his pants. Grinding again, he bucked and growled as he shoved forward into those devilish hands, and Ozzie finally just let him move again. It was interesting, watching him go to town like that, huffing and barking as he was. And this was why suppressing these things your entire life was bad for you.
God was such a damn mess when it came to his puritanism. Ozzie knew better than most just how much of a hypocrite and a liar he was, it didn't surprise him that he expected his followers to be pure little sheep. After all, the saying was sheep go to Heaven, goats go to Hell for a reason.
Before long, Fizzarolli stood nude before the demon stroking him off, his knees buckling as he leaned into Ozzie's body and his desk alike. He tutted, clucked, and purred for him, guiding him with little moans and encouraging chirps, all the while getting Fizzarolli to jerk his hips. Cooing for him, he took note of Olli's balls drawing up, his knot threatening to pop, and he rose a brow. So soon? He really had never indulged, had he?
Well, that was going to change.
"Don't fight me, Baby, I have an idea." Ozzie's hands stilled before dropping, and Fizzarolli growled again, though he stepped back when prompted. Slick coated the Beta's thighs, and he slid to the edge of the desk, laying back and lifting his legs up high in the air. Bending his knees at as close to a ninety-degree angle as he could get, he beckoned the priest back in with his crooked fingers, "Come here, Baby, and hold that pretty cock of yours out for me."
When Olli stepped closer, he was steered to settle his dick between the other's damp thighs. Gasping at the sensation, his eyelids fluttered, and his ears caught the best news he'd ever heard.
"Go ahead, Olli Baby, fuck my thighs like I know you want to."
Fizzarolli wasted no time at all in bending forward over the other, pressing his knees to his chest, and going buck wild against him. Their cocks rubbed together and it wouldn't be long at all before he finally blew between them and made a damn mess. If Ozzie managed to come, too, there would be more than just the disarray the priest would be in to clean up. Surprised as he was by it, he thought maybe that would be the case, too.
"You want to come for me, Daddy?" Ozzie whispered against his cheek, breathless as he purred against his skin, and the Alpha barked again, his jaw quivering as he let out long drawn-out chuffs. He was definitely close if his body alone wasn't a good indicator, and the King of Lust offered a grin that was just on the side of being too toothy. While he figured it would be best not to make a mess, he struggled to pull back on another forward thrust, luxuriating in the frustrated growl it earned him, "I know, I know, trust me, you'll like this, too."
Pushing Fizzarolli back, he sunk off the desk and onto his knees, returning his hands to the other's dick to give him a squeeze as a promise that he'd keep going. Opening up his mouth, he just about heard the gears turning in the Alpha's head up until his tongue swiped over the pearl of precum at the head of his cock. A howl ripped from his throat and he jerked forward, catching the demon off guard with the suddenness of his orgasm. It wasn't until he was halfway finished making a mess of Ozzie's face that he caught up to what was happening, closing his mouth around the tip to suck down the rest of it.
Fizzarolli collapsed back in his desk chair, his eyelids heavy and body twitching every few seconds for what felt like a million years. The next time he opened his eyes, he could hear birds chirping outside the window, and saw the sunlight streaming in behind him.
What had happened to the night? To his visitor? Was he losing his mind?
Despite searching the church from top to bottom, Fizzarolli could find no sign of Ozzie anywhere, and Barbie even claimed she hadn't seen him. Then again, knowing her intimate relationship with Jack and Jim, he really wasn't surprised. While she could hold her own despite being a tiny little thing, Barbie wasn't exactly a genius when she was drunk. The crack in her phone screen from her dropping it the night before told them both that.
It was hard to believe it had all been a dream or something with how intense and real it had felt, but he guessed there was a first time for everything. That didn't stop him from craving his Apollo's presence, those salacious smiles, and the practiced sway of his hips. More nights than he was willing to admit to, he spent his time thrusting into his hand or against a pillow in an attempt to find some relief without his expertise.
While he tried to keep his moans quiet, he never knew if he would be caught blindly chasing his pleasure like this. He felt like a damn teenager trying to hide it from his parents, and he hated the shame that burned through him when he had come.
—
"Have fun, Ozz?" Valentino had been waiting for him, like he often did when the other used him as cover in the human world, "Been waiting for that money you owe me."
"Yeah, yeah, you're lucky he was worth it." More than, actually. There was just something about a thirty-five-year-old virgin that the King couldn't get off his tongue or out of his head. Holding out a stack of bills wrapped in the center with a strip of paper, he tossed it to the other demon with a raised eyebrow, "Run along, Val, I don't want you harshing my vibes."
"Mhm~ Whatever, big guy," Humming as he fingered the edges of the bills, Val didn't even look at the elder demon, waving him off with his secondary hands, "Hit me up if you need another fix, doll."
Ozzie didn't bother gratifying that with a response, and the couple parted ways without preamble. Their relationship was strictly professional (if one could call Valentino that), and Ozzie was happy to be left alone with his thoughts. Nobody seemed capable of getting that priest to sin, but he figured that the King of Lust himself was probably overkill and a half.
Poor thing was going to suffer if he didn't visit from time to time.
Maybe he'd have to make excuses to check on him as often as he pleased because it wasn't like he was going to seek out other partners. It was more than frowned upon, as well as he'd never find anyone else as skilled and perfect as Asmodeus.
AN: I told myself that this one would be shorter than yesterday's. I wrote them one after the other, and I had in mind something like 1.5k or less. And here we are, over 3.5k. Shorter, I guess, but not as much shorter as I had wanted. Regardless, I went right back on my bullshit pretty much immediately.
Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 13 - Human