Prison Sentence

by Sunshinecackle

30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 6. Nobody could do that around Ozzie and keep his attention. Nobody, thy name is Fizzarolli.

Title: Prison Sentence

Author: Keith

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Setting: Ozzie's House

Pairing: Fizzarolli/Asmodeus | Ozzie, Asmodeus | Ozzie/Fizzarolli/RoboFizz

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

Genre: Romance/Drama/Hurt/Comfort

Rating: M

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: 1992

Type Of Work: One-Shot, Day 6 Of 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie

Status: Complete

Warnings: Gay, Slash, Yaoi, MLM, Insomnia, Sexual Themes, Emytophilia Mention, Choking Hazard, Choking, This Fic Had A Serious Identity Crisis And Made It My Problem

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Brick and the RoboFizzes.

Summary: Nobody could do that around Ozzie and keep his attention. Nobody, thy name is Fizzarolli.

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've been doing well enough to get these done and edited before sleeping and then looking at them and getting them posted later that day. I've been sick the last couple of days, though, so I'm moving a lot slower than I like to admit to. At any rate, I'm still pecking at things and trying to get these fics out, so here's hoping that I can keep going.

This is a direct continuation of day 5! It is also roughly two and a half years after Fizzarolli and Ozzie met.

Prison Sentence

If at any point in time, for any reason, someone started crying when they saw Ozzie, he was more likely to turn tail and bolt than he was to even debate getting closer to them. This had been the norm for his entire fallen life, from the moment he'd landed on his face in Hell up until about two years previous. There had been one demon in the entirety of Hell, one being across the fabric of all space and time, that was allowed to cry for him if it wasn't due to something sexual.

(How many of his partners had he promised to give head until they cried? How many had he succeeded in bringing to tears?)

But when Fizzarolli's large glowing eyes turned to crescents in his face, his lower lip drew up and wobbled, and a torrent of salty tears poured down his cheeks, Ozzie didn't want to run. In fact, the anger that burned in his chest wasn't directed at the imp he scooped protectively into his arms at all. His eyes did cut to dangerous slits as he took in the lack of anyone else in the foyer of his home, Most likely, Brick and the RoboFizzes hadn't done anything, it was a safe bet that Nikiva and Chastity were innocent, but that didn't mean anyone was off the hook immediately.

"Olli Baby," Ozzie began, his voice gentle and undercut with a soft succession of gentle coos, "What's wrong?"

The question only made Fizzarolli sob harder, burying his face in the beautiful cyan mane that housed Ozzie's other heads. The goat lifted just enough to let the imp nuzzle beneath him, resting his chin on his head as he turned wide eyes on Ozzie. For a moment, the bull tried to peer over from beneath Ozzie's chin, before simply swapping sides to try and help in comforting Olli.

Brick, as he grabbed his keys off the table by the door, shot one last look over his shoulder at the pair before shaking his head and leaving them to themselves.

If only Fizzarolli realized how isolated of an incident Ozzie's entire treatment of him was, maybe he wouldn't be so… Like that. Maybe the incubus hadn't been with Ozzie from day one, but he'd been around long enough to see that nobody else got the same kind of consideration. Not a single demon in Hell had ever been allowed to live with him for more than a week without getting booted out on their ear, and yet that little mess and a half had been living there for two and a half years.

Some part of Brick wondered just how much of their relationship they even noticed because they treated everything like it was normal, a natural progression to things. Maybe it was, it always had been, though it was still so funny that they both had a tendency to deny it if asked. Olli, he figured, could be doing it for Ozzie's benefit, or to stay in his good graces (not that Brick thought Olli could lose those), but Ozzie…

Well, Asmodeus had always been a creature of desire, it was his biggest strength and weakness in even measure.

Fizzarolli had wormed his way so deeply into that desire that there was likely no dislodging him. Brick had even tried to. He had been more than too suspicious of some silly little imp coming off of Mammon's employment and into Asmodeus' house. There had been some kind of preoccupation there, sure, but he never expected it to last for more than a few days. Asmodeus, at his core, had never loved anything or anymore more than he loved to give and receive raw, no-strings sex. Apparently 'never' had had an expiration date.

A lot of things that Ozzie thought about himself, love, and his capacity for it had had an expiration date of sorts. Brick had seen him change in three months more than he had in the ten years he'd known him before that.

It took an entire trip from the living room to their bedroom, and then to the massive en suite bathroom before Olli could pull his face out of Ozzie's neck, and it wasn't because he was ready to leave. Gently set down on the little stool afforded to him on his lover's bathroom countertop, and a box of tissues found its way into his hands. Ozzie didn't speak, but he didn't look disgusted. Olli liked to think he just didn't know what to say because he'd never known Ozzie to handle tough emotions well. The man was a walking, talking advocate for 'good vibes only,' and that wasn't just because it was a slogan for one of his businesses.

"Baby," Ozzie finally sighed after the growing pile of used tissues climbing up Fizzarolli's ankles seemed to be getting concerning, "If something happened you can tell me."

The realization hit him that if he didn't keep crying and finally got a handle on himself then he'd have to tell Ozzie what was wrong, and it curdled his stomach. Gagging on another glob of snot in his throat, he pitched over at the lip of the sink on his hands and knees. Hacking up the mess, a small, weak, appreciative hum left him when Asmodeus turned the sink on for him. Really, the King wasn't sure he was equipped for something like this, because the sight of his silly little guy crying this hard was intensely uncomfortable. He wanted to fix it, and the intensity with which he wanted to fix it almost scared him.

After all, he'd been barely sleeping the last few days thanks to that stupid fucking conference, but he was sort of used to that by now. He always had to leave when he should be sleeping, and the sexlessness that it brought him always meant that he had this awful insomnia until he got home and was able to remedy it. None of the kings were able to indulge in their sins for whatever reason Lucifer thought to give them, and it drove every last one of them nuts. Somehow, they never did manage to call it off, even if they would talk about it, bitch about it, and ultimately do nothing.

Oddly enough, he found himself willing to push off his need to indulge in his sin just a little longer to make sure that Fizzarolli was okay. Some part of him remembered being told that it was impolite to have a boner in front of a crying person, but he figured that didn't count if he could more or less ignore it. Fizzarolli wouldn't hold it against him, he was pretty well always hard as it was. The fact that he wasn't soft and dry right now was enough to prove to him that he didn't find Fizzarolli disgusting like this.

Finally, Fizzarolli sat on his knees, clutching the edge of the sink as he panted and coughed, spitting up mucus and leaving Ozzie's nose curled. He had to admit, this was one of the least sexy kinds of puke there was, and he was an expert on that. After all, several years back he'd been interviewed for some magazine or another and asked his opinion on emytophilia and what types of vomit were sexiest. Ozzie was as surprised by his long answer as everyone else had been.

"...You have it for a minute, Olli?" The lack of a 'baby' at the end of that sunk the imp's stomach, but he nodded, watching with wet eyes as Ozzie turned and sauntered out of the room. There were a few thunks and a clattering sound, some heavy steps, and the door to the closet opening, but none of this really told him anything. Hushed tones and robotic humming told him that Asmodeus had spoken to the RoboFizzes and sent them off to perform whatever task.

It felt like he spent eight lifetimes just sitting there, straining his ears against the running water beside him in hopes that he could catch anything happening. If he had just stuck to the script and welcomed Ozzie home with low bows and promises of pleasure he'd waited three whole days for, maybe things wouldn't have gone south so fast. He'd made it weird, his chest hurt, and he just wanted to curl up and cry some more.

At least, he had until he heard the water cut and somewhat registered his mostly limp body being hefted off the counter and into the other's large hand. When had he laid down? Ozzie's guess was as good as his. It had been hard being away from Ozzie, and it was hard watching him come home to see how pathetic he had become when he'd been gone. Between one slow blink and the next, Olli found the locale changed more than anything else, except when he felt them sink into bed.

The lights dimmed around them, and slowly the whirring of the Robos' joints filled the room as they returned with their treasure. Notably, drinks and snacks that Olli liked, plenty of sports drink for both of them, and an obscene amount of small, individually wrapped milk candies that Ozzie could eat by the pound. All four robots filed into bed as well, curling against Ozzie's sides and thighs, hands and heads resting against both demons until they were a pile of comfortable, warm spare parts.

When Fizzarolli pulled his eyes open, he lay curled into Ozzie's chest, the robots curled up with him, and the big guy pressed 'play' on whatever was on the TV. After a moment, he grinned as he realized just what they were watching, scooching up and around until he could watch more comfortably. If Ozzie knew one quick way to cheering him up, it was these stupid infomercials.

"Oh no, it's always such a hassle trying to search for your spices in the cabinet!" A demon on-screen opened a cabinet only to face a sudden tidal wave of glass and plastic containers, presumably filled with spices. Fizzarolli's favorite part was the four arms shoving more bottles out at the tail end that was likely meant to be cut out in post and had been neglected, "We've all been there!"

"No, we really haven't, Brad," Olli told the TV with a little laugh, enjoying the purring that thrummed to life beneath him as he sassed the TV, "Literally nobody has had that happen." A chorus of robotic 'yeah's filled the room, and Ozzie finally relaxed beneath his little lover as he felt him join the group in their giggling.

The crinkling of those tiny wrappers above Olli's head took his attention from the commercial for whatever-the-fuck spice rack that was being proffered to them, and Olli tipped his head back. For a demon that knew he was absolutely huge, Ozzie sure liked things that were impossibly small. Without thinking about it, Olli's arms shot out to take the candy and tore into the package a lot easier.

"Say 'aaaah,' Babe." Olli's eyes shifted back to the TV after a second, and he managed to drop the creamy sweet onto the other's tongue when he heard the telltale 'bleeeeeeeh.' He knew he'd be at this all night, somehow, but the idea that Ozzie was okay just resting when he was feeling so puny warmed his heart. Nobody could drag it out of him, not even Ozzie himself, but he was more than elated by the simple discovery.

Dozing in and out, he was only somewhat aware when the RoboFizzes began to vibrate and move around, above, and beneath him. The four of them shushed one another with little giggles and occasional 'no, you!'s as they started the rescue operation for Ozzie's sex-induced insomnia. Once Fizzarolli had rested off his tears, he'd be just as ready to help, like he had originally been wanting to.

Sometimes it was a group effort.

AN: I feel like it is absolutely obvious that I felt like shit while writing this because I don't know if it makes a damn lick of sense and it is absolutely not what it was supposed to be. At all. Anyway, I do hope that someone enjoyed it, at least.

Prompt: 30 Days Of Fizzarozzie Day 6 - Comfort