F You Very Much

by Sunshinecackle

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 12. Fizzarolli had never known Ozzie even had parents, much less that they'd be leaving Hell to meet them. Maybe he shouldn't have wanted to come so badly.

Title: Fuck You Very Much

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie's House, Beach In The Human World

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie

Characters: Fizzarolli, Asmodeus | Ozzie, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s)

Genre: Angst/Romance/Family

Rating: E

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 4551

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 12 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, AU - Omegaverse, AU - A/B/O, A/B/O Dynamics, Omegaverse Dynamics, Angels And Demons, Ozzie's Parents Suck, Unsanitary, Vomit, Vomiting, Fainting, Sexual Situations, Love Confessions, Angst, Established Relationship, Threats, Fantasy Racism, Religion, Blasphemy

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for Valore and Abstemiounessa.

Summary: Fizzarolli had never known Ozzie even had parents, much less that they'd be leaving Hell to meet them. Maybe he shouldn't have wanted to come so badly.

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!

Alright, so, I've been toying with the idea of Ozzie's Seraphim Royalty parents, since in one classification of demons he, alongside Beelzebub and Leviathan, were Seraphim princes. I have kind of combined a few different ones for the sake of it, to be honest. Demonology has always been a special interest of mine so this is fun for me. Regardless, Abstemiounessa (Ab-Steam-Ee-Oh-Ness-Uh) and Valore (Vale-Ore) are two of my newest OCs.

This is going to be the first fic in a series of two, though I dunno if the second one is going to be a longshot or a chapter fic if I'm honest. At any rate, I love these two even if they're absolutely assholes. They're very pretty assholes.

Fuck You Very Much

"Absolutely fucking not." Ozzie's voice was a loud, commanding growl, but Fizzarolli didn't back down this time. He knew Ozzie would never hurt him, and so he felt comfortable in his defiance, standing his ground on the center island in the kitchen. Extending his legs, he kept himself just slightly lower than Ozzie's eyes, his own cut into glowing slits as he pointed at him with a curved arm and sharp index finger.

"I'm going with you. You can't just go to Earth alone!" Not like this, I don't trust them went unsaid, because that was something wildly inappropriate for their relationship. It wasn't like an imp could withstand a holy weapon; If Ozzie's parents wanted to kill their son, the best Fizzarolli could do was be a demonic meat shield and hope for the best.

Anything for Ozzie.

The removal of his horns, arms, and legs in the name of lust, in the name of Ozzie's pleasure, proved that, if nothing else. His devotion was wholly and intensely dedicated to Asmodeus, King of Lust, the best lay, the demon whose pores oozed sex appeal, the demon that understood him better than anyone. Olli chased any form of gratification, physical or otherwise, and his dogged faithfulness to Ozzie was due in part to that. Once one fucked literal lust himself, that was it. Nothing and nobody else could compare, and Ozzie had been gifted Olli's virginity. He'd never been with anyone else, and he didn't want to be.

"I'll be fine, Olli Baby, it's not that big a–"

"Don't. You. Dare." The authoritative tone from the imp before him took Ozzie aback, and he gazed at him with all three sets of eyes filled with intense scrutiny. Fizzarolli wasn't the type to challenge him very often, he usually stuck to following Ozzie's lead in most things, but if he put his foot down, he meant it, "I'm going with you and that's the fucking end of it."

For a moment, Ozzie simply gawked at him, his lips parted slightly, and it was the bull to move first. He nuzzled Fizzarolli's cheek, followed by the goat head, and finally, the main one followed suit. The kiss he gave his imp was gentle, searching, needing something, some answer to a question malformed and ugly in his head. It lasted too long, made the air polluted by the acrid scent of upset that brought tears to Olli's eyes, and finally, Ozzie pulled back.

"I… I don't wanna see you get hurt." He said this like he knew it was guaranteed that violence would befall them, and Fizzarolli thought he might be sick.

"So you know you're going to get hurt, and you're going alone anyway," The thought made him gag and he had to take a moment to get himself back under control. Tears dripped down his cheeks that he willed away with all his heart but couldn't stop them despite his best attempt, "And you want to leave me here to worry myself into an early grave."

Those words pulled a loud snarl out of the King, who swiped up his imp into his arms and cradled him close to his face. Fizzarolli curled up against him on reflex, relishing in all three heads nuzzling and pressing close to him, unwilling to leave him be. However, he was still anxious, due to the growling, the dichotomy between the angry sounds and clingy behavior.

"Don't you fucking say that. Don't… Don't say it. Never say that to me ever again." Ozzie was terrified of what would happen to him when his mortal demon died. Eighty, ninety years might seem like a long time to Olli, but to Ozzie, it was the blink of an eye. He didn't want to think about it, and he didn't want to think of the other dying today, "You're not fucking dying on me." Not yet.

Blinking in confusion for a moment, Olli pushed lightly at the other's face, and his little heart broke when he saw tears in Asmodeus' eyes. His lower lip wobbled, and a couple of tears broke free, sliding down his lilac fur, and Olli kissed him again. It was desperate, passionate, an attempt to fix the problem he'd gone and created. Anything for Ozzie. Seeing him so bereaved at the mere thought of him getting hurt had his entire plan melting away from his mind, and for a moment they just sobbed together. Dampening their cheeks, sticking Ozzie's fur to Olli's face, they held on tight to one another with Olli's arms and legs securing them together tightly.

When the crying finally ended, Olli was choking on his own snot, and Ozzie was a fountain of mucus, tears, and saliva. Letting Olli blow his nose, Ozzie didn't dislodge him from his arms, keeping him close to his chest. Tomorrow was going to be a nightmare if Olli wouldn't drop it and went with him, he was going to be a Satan damned mess, but it didn't matter. Apparently, this was a hill he was ready to die on (the thought nearly killed Ozzie on the spot), and Ozzie couldn't fight his whims forever. It was so often that Olli got exactly what he wanted because Ozzie struggled with telling him 'no' for very long.

That night, they went to bed without more than Ozzie gorging himself on Fizzarolli's cock in a way that told Olli he'd upset him. His scent, spiced and warm as it was, was tinged with a damp, almost salty stench that kept making him flag. Somehow, he still racked up eight orgasms before finally falling asleep with a pounding headache. Neither of them was used to crying, which meant they weren't capable of handling this on their own.

Ozzie's need-induced insomnia was a problem he remedied with his pump, inserting his cock into the sleeve attached to the hose with a low moan. He wasn't as interested as he could have been, should have been, but it didn't stop him from sliding the vibrating wand deep inside his pussy and settling it there. His hips rolled up as he turned on both toys, and after a couple of desperately needed orgasms, Ozzie finally fell into a nightmare-plagued sleep. Sometime during the night, Fizzarolli curled up on his chest, and his dreams were batted away by the familiar warmth and weight of him there.

The next morning, neither of them were willing to talk about the overwhelmingly emotional night before, least of all the King himself. Ozzie had been awake for hours before Fizzarolli was, unable to keep himself asleep, and he wasted the time until his lover woke with the smutty novel he'd been reading. If he so much as slightly disturbed the imp asleep on his chest, he felt like he just might lose touch with reality.

Whatever he was feeling was so intense that he knew what it was, and he ached with it. He had tried to fight it, had tried his best to ignore it, to not harsh their vibe, to keep this so far away from Fizzarolli that he would never know about it. The seared wound of his ultimate rejection ripped open on its own like a chasm opened by an intense earthquake, and Ozzie struggled to focus on anything else, much less his book. Could he even keep himself from saying it at this point? Fizzarolli was still intent on going with him, on staying with him while he met with his parents, and he was terrified of it. They wouldn't be happy, which didn't bother him, except that they had a tendency to try and get rid of things they disliked. Ozzie knew that well.

When Fizzarolli began to stir against his chest, he took a deep breath. The words were on his tongue already, but he didn't know what was going to come out due to the jumble of emotions in his chest. He'd been thinking about it while trying to focus on what he was reading, and it just wasn't working. A soft smile worked onto his face, but it looked pained, and Olli yawned behind one of his hands, twisting his neck until he heard a few satisfying cracks.

"Somethin' wro– Wrong, Babe?" Olli asked on another yawn, repeating himself after a second as he stretched his back out, lifting his ass into the air and shaking it a little. Maybe he was showing off, hoping that Ozzie would feel better if they replaced all those hard feelings with sex. That was usually how the elder coped with things, he did so much better if he could just get in a couple good fucks while talking about serious topics. Otherwise, he got flighty and uncomfortable, and it was just another thing that Olli found endearing about him.

Ozzie tried to be a strong, powerful demon but emotions were his kryptonite.

"I've just been… Thinking." Ozzie replied, placing the bookmark back in the same place it had been when he'd picked the book up. Setting it aside, he closed his eyes, the bull and goat at the sides of his head nuzzling against his own neck. He was going to die for this, wasn't he? Somehow it didn't feel as bad as the idea that Fizzarolli would die if he took him to see his parents.

"What's up?" If Ozzie was this stiff and uncomfortable, then that meant it was Olli's job to try and help him. Glancing over at the other's crotch, he bit his lip, but Ozzie drew his face back to look at him with a light pinch to his chin.

"I…" The words tried to march out of his mouth, but every last one got caught in the dry, cracked desert that was his tongue and perished. For a moment he looked like he might vomit, and Fizzarolli rose to sit up on his hip, both hands buried in the other's chest fluff, "I just… I…"

"Babe, it's okay," Fizzarolli began, extending one arm to pet his face gently, a soft, genuine smile on his face that set Ozzie's heart to fluttering and plummeting into his feet simultaneously, "Whatever it is, just tell me. I won't judge you."

But you so will Ozzie thought dimly, sighing in a put upon away as he finally shifted a bit. Fizz could hear his pump adjusting and he glanced over at the enclosed vats at the side of the bed. Part of him wondered if he should go ahead and try to turn him on again, but he didn't know if now was the time. Ozzie just looked so grim, and Fizz had never seen him like that before, even when he'd been upset in the past. There was something different about this, and he didn't know what it was, but he was desperate to fix it.

"I… Need to tell you something important. And… When I say it… If… If you need to leave just do it quick."

Leave? This had Fizzarolli sitting up fully, furrowing his brow as he regarded his lover. It might be too early for this kind of thing, but it was surprisingly sobering to see the other behaving like this.

"I'm not going anywhere," Fizzarolli promised, his expression serious as he looked between each of Ozzie's ashamed faces. That wasn't right, Ozzie never accepted shame in his life, and whatever had him so fucked up was about to turn the pacifist into a warrior.

Yeah, fucking right. Ozzie didn't see a way out of this that wasn't going to kill him.

"I think… I think I'm in…" 'I think' didn't feel like it still went that, "I'minlovewithyou." He couldn't separate the words, if he didn't vomit them up then they'd never come out.

Stunned where he sat, Fizzarolli stared at him with wide pink eyes glowing dimly in the bedroom's low light. Ozzie's eyes shifted and none of his heads could look at Fizzarolli, his heart hammering in his chest making the silence feel deafening. Finally, Olli started to sit up, and instead of getting off of Ozzie, the imp let himself tumble into the other's lap.

Still silent, Olli watched in slow motion as Ozzie lifted him and set him down on the silky teal pillow beside the one he always used. The blanket was removed from the Sin's hips, and he turned off his pump with a sigh, then another one, and he flinched. Removing the toy and the sleeve from himself, he set them aside for cleaning and threw his legs over the side of the bed. Holding onto the mattress tight enough they both heard a distinct rip, he heaved another sigh, closing his eyes to fight the tears welling in them again. Crying again wasn't high on his list of desires right now, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice, now.

"Just… I'll send your stuff wherever you want me to, it's still all yours. We can find you an apartment, and you can still work at the club. …Or we can move you to a different one. Just… Be gone when I get back. I need–" His voice cracked and Olli's eyes went wide, immediately heartsick, "I need to be alone."

Stooping to open the metal and glass top of the pump's containment unit, he lifted out one full, heavy glass tank, then the other. Fizzarolli hesitated again, before biting his lip. Did Ozzie really mean that? All of it? He was kicking him out over this? All of his prosthetics shot out to wrap around one of Ozzie's large upper arms and he lurched forward to cling to him, nuzzling his face into his fur.

"You want me to go 'cause you're in love with me?" Fizz finally asked, muffled by his face smooshed against him, closing his eye as he pressed his cheek into the other's bicep after a second, "I don't want to go. I'm just… Shocked, I guess. Didn't think you could love something like me."

All he could think of was every time someone had been thrown out for saying they loved Ozzie, and here he was, confessing to the feelings he so often claimed to hate. It almost hurt that Ozzie thought he was rejecting him because he'd never do that, it was so far from his mind he hadn't even thought of it.

Olli calling himself something kept bothering Ozzie, though, and he finally reached over to pry Olli off of him and cradle him in his arms instead, pressing their foreheads together.

"You aren't just some thing. I… I don't think I could go on without you." The admission actually surprised him and he blinked a couple of times, unsure of if he should have said it. He'd have to learn to move on eventually, but he couldn't lose him, now, it was way too soon, "You've completed me for eleven years, now. It took some time but I…" Trailing off, he finally shook his head, rubbing their faces together, "That's why I can't take you with me today."

"We already talked about this," Olli growled, "I'm going with you because I love you, too. I don't want you to go alone, I want to be there in case you need me to back you up."

As if Fizzarolli could really do anything against angelic royalty.

"Do you really think you could help…?" Ozzie questioned, his heads tilting a little bit as he finally let Olli move to become his cuddly scarf. Taking his vats one by one to the bathroom and dumping them, he didn't mind when Fizzarolli scooped his hands into one of them to steal some cum to drink. Honestly, they could both probably use some stress relief, and he considered their options absentmindedly.

"I can at least be a supportive scarf." He explained, "I know you're nervous, and if you think there's going to be a fight…" Fizzarolli trailed off to take another pull from his cupped hands, relishing in the cum sliding down his throat, "I don't want you to be injured with no one there to help you." Even if blood made him intensely sick and dizzy, he could at least call for Brick.

Ozzie's expression softened and he nodded finally, dumping the last of his cum out and washing it down the drain. Much as he thought it was a waste, Fizzarolli knew he couldn't drink all of what Ozzie produced in a night. He could barely handle drinking down one orgasm at a time, but a lot of that had to do with the speed at which it came out usually.

"If you're not going to drop it I guess I don't have a choice, do I?" He asked absently, thoughtful as he finally straightened up to wash out the large glass jars, "We'd better shower and… I think I could go for giving you a blowjob or eight... And eat your ass until you cry."

"You really want me to cry again?" Fizz laughed, and Ozzie snickered a little, carrying Olli to the large shower stall. The rainfall shower-head cascaded over Ozzie as he laid his lover down on the large stone bench built into the wall, licking his chops as he gazed at his newly bared form. In a matter of minutes, Ozzie was pulling moans and orgasms out of his imp to try and return to some semblance of normalcy. By the time they were finally out of the shower, the water ran cold and they were running late on getting ready to go.

Ozzie couldn't stop appreciating the purple laces on the rainbow-striped bellbottom pants Fizzarolli wore, and he licked his lips. The sparkly, pastel rainbow platform boots were strappy in all the right places but only peeked out from beneath his pants. Perhaps both of their favorite part was the black hoodie that looked plain until you saw it from the back. 'GAY SEX PREVENTS ABORTIONS SUCK A COCK FOR JESUS' glared out at the world in white letters, and Ozzie thought it was perfect for meeting his parents.

Likewise, Olli kept running his hands over the lilac fishnet reaching out from beneath the cropped turtleneck that Ozzie wore. The tight black shirt stretched down his arms but bared everything from just under his pecs down to the thick, shiny leather waistband clinging to his hips. It showed off his Adonis belt, and only had a simple, thick strip of leather that wasn't see-through in the front. Two belts kept the sheer material strapped to his thighs, while the back was entirely the shiny pleather. It vacuum-sealed to Ozzie's ass and dick just right, and even in his human disguise showed off just how toned he was.

Those ugly-ass shoes set off the outfit in a way that would be impossible for anyone else. Platforms with a chunky heel coated in sequins that could change colors by being rubbed were complete with a sneaker sole underneath the toes. It went from black to a sharp pink strip, then into yellow stripes to hold the laces in place. Shiny blue sparkles crawled from beneath the laces out to swirl around the front of the shoe to the back, dropping down to the dark purple heel. Gold separated the pink, heel, and blue from one another, shimmering more than the rest of the sparkly leather and plastic. Olli had changed the heel from dark purple to lavender four times since they arrived on Earth, probably somewhat from nerves.

On anyone else, that would have been hideous, but Ozzie worked anything that he wore like it was made for him. Absolutely anything. Ozzie could make a garbage bag look elegant.

The thick fur on his arms, chest, and sideburns (there was no way that that was just hair) guided the eye to the goatee on Ozzie's handsome face. His olive skin set off the dark brown hair that was nearly black, and his easy grins and flirtatious smiles charmed anyone that looked at him. Conversely, Fizzarolli was a thin little thing with long red hair pulled into low pigtails on either shoulder, braided carefully on their way up to Earth. While Ozzie was still a fairly tall man, he was closer to Fizzarolli's size, able to wrap his arm around him for once.

"...There they are." Ozzie sighed, gesturing to the boardwalk ahead of them.

Standing at the railing were two tall, olive-skinned people speaking quietly amongst themselves. They gestured out to the ocean and pointed things out to their other half, and Ozzie gulped softly at the sight of them. The woman had impossibly long, wavy white-blonde hair and a delicate face with high cheekbones. Ozzie's father had sharp, chiseled features and broad shoulders like his son, standing with his hand around his wife's waist. Their clothes were opulent, matching, and white with gold trim, and clearly something Ozzie would never be caught dead in.

Fizzarolli tried to imagine him in something draped over him like that, with a high collar and fancy, detailed stitching.

Upon finally approaching them, Ozzie took a deep breath through his mouth and let it out through his nose before clearing his throat; Ozzie struggled with and ultimately failed not to flinch when the couple turned around to regard them. His mother's striking amethyst eyes had him looking down at her mouth, up at her forehead, anything but those eyes, and his father's chartreuse eyes nearly bore holes through him. It wasn't until their attention shifted to the imp at Ozzie's side that Olli found his eyes on the ground, too.

Ozzie had every right to be worried about his parents. They were beautiful, sure, but Olli could feel the power dripping from their every pore, and as they gazed at him, he could tell he wasn't welcome here.

"What is that?" His mother asked, lip drawn up in disgust as she gestured to Fizzarolli, taking a step back and smoothing her soft, shimmering gown over her stomach. For a second, Olli thought she was convinced he might give her a disease just by looking at her.

"Mother," Ozzie growled, holding Olli closer, "This is Fizzarolli. He's a full-time companion of mine." Yeah, that wasn't a lie, but it was at the same time, "Fizzarolli," His parents didn't get to hear his nicknames, "Abstemiounessa and Valore. Mother, Father, my…" Hesitating for a couple seconds, he finally spoke the word into being, cementing what he thought about his lover in a definitive tone, "Boyfriend."

Valore's expression fell flat for a moment as he looked over the couple, sniffing the air to catch the Alpha's scent. Put off by it, he had to take a second before finally devolving into a deep, loud belly laugh. It even seemed to shock his wife, who looked at him like he was growing a second head and hadn't noticed

"Very, very funny son," The dark-haired man wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, "Be serious. It's a servant, right?"

"It?" Ozzie's expression was flat and he rose a brow, his eyes nearly glowing with the amount of unhappiness in it, "He is mine, and he's not a servant."

His scent tinted with displeasure, and Olli couldn't help but purr at his side, rubbing his scent gland against the other's shoulder in an attempt to appease his bad mood. The absentminded grooming had his mother stumbling back a little bit, her expression one of shock and dismay as she gripped the railing with a soft gag. Turning slightly, she pulled her hair back and over one shoulder in an attempt to keep it safe if she did vomit.

"You're making your poor mother sick. You? Dating a… A pest like that?" The sneer on his father's face made Ozzie's eyes narrow and his words came out on a subvocal growl.

"Fuck off with that bullshit." He hadn't been in love for over two thousand years, but what he had with Fizzarolli had snuck up on him. If it had been a serpent, it would have bit him. Still, it didn't end the low snarling that vibrated his chest, despite Olli's best attempts at comforting him, "Did you want to talk to me, or did you want to see us for a few minutes and leave before I can give you your usual 'no?'"

Abstemiounessa went stiff, narrowing her eyes as she took in the slim, potentially very breakable Alpha at her son's side. Her eyes danced with a mischievous flame that Ozzie didn't like, and he stepped in front of Olli until he was almost completely hidden behind him.

"Why would you ignore us, my son?" She asked, her voice lofty as she raised a delicate hand like she might touch his cheek. About a foot away from him, she shook her head, hair flowing in a beautiful cascade of white waves down her back, hand falling back to her side, "We just want what is best for you."

"You've never cared before." Their invested interest in forcing him to return to Heaven to grovel at the feet of the first being to ever break his heart was an entirely selfish one. When he wasn't in their presence but thought of them, he thought that Levi would be proud of them, maybe Lucifer, too. Ozzie disliked selfishness in almost every situation, and his own parents disgusted him, "I've slept with more people than I could count on every hand in Hell. I don't see why you think it's so bad that I've started dating. I thought you preferred monogamy."

Not that he was particularly monogamous, even still.

Every time he mentioned dating, or being Fizzarolli's boyfriend, the imp thought he might pass out. It was so overwhelming, the amount of joy that he felt over just hearing this, and he couldn't stop purring and gazing adoringly at his lover. It was going to make the Angelic Royalty puke, and Valore kept glancing at his wife like he was afraid she would faint.

"Dear," Abstemiounessa began, her voice poisoned honey as she ran a dainty hand over her forehead, the other one wrapped around the railing behind her, "We love yo–"

"We're leaving." Ozzie wasn't above dragging Olli to an alleyway and back home, because he was done before their guilt-tripping had even started. The angels stood there, watching their son leave with frustrated sighs and upset clucks.

"It's going to be harder to convince him, now," Valore stated, his eyes narrowing as he watched them disappear into a portal back to Hell.

"We'll get him." Abstemiounessa replied flippantly, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she started for a building behind the boardwalk, "It shouldn't be too hard despite this… Unfortunate development. If he feels anything for the vermin attached to his hip, he'll listen the next time we see him."

Interested, her husband followed along behind her, entering the portal she opened in the back of a shop they often used for this sort of thing. Ozzie always chose to meet in the human world, as they couldn't openly show who they were and it guaranteed more safety for him. At least, it usually did. The next time they met up, Valore and Abstemiounessa would be prepared, and Ozzie wouldn't know what hit him.

AN: Ope, that one ended up so much longer than I thought it would. Buuuut I had a lot of fun with it, even if a lot of it made me cry. I love the premise of this, and I have a follow-up fic that will be coming… Eventually. I might look into it more after September is over, since I don't have a lot of time outside of working on these right now.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 12 - Family