Every night on the full moon. That was the deal, and Blitz was a demon of his word. Even now, with limbs aching from a rough day on the job and his mind near the brink of exhaustion from several nights of poor sleep, he climbed the balcony without fail.
Stolas was ready for him, as always, hardly sparing the book a glance as he greeted the imp, slipping the robe off his shoulders to reveal himself fully, his red eyes bright with lust.
To deny that the bird demon was attractive would be a blatant lie on Blitz's part, and he wasn't as good at lying to himself as he'd like to believe. Although their nights together had started as nothing more than an obligation, a means to an end for Blitz, the full moon never loomed over him like the burden he thought it would be in the beginning. No, despite himself, Blitz found he enjoyed the sexual aspect of their deal, though he would never let himself admit it out loud.
Tonight though...was not his night. Not only was he tired and sore, but his stomach had been uneasy for most of the day and was now choosing to make itself known again. He'd already accepted that he may very well be coming down with something, so tonight would not be as enjoyable as usual.
'Just get it over with,' he thought.
So, ignoring his protesting stomach, he forced a sultry smile on his face as he advanced, stripping down and forcing Stolas onto the bed.
Stolas was as excitable as always, hardly caring for the lack of foreplay as Blitz pushed himself inside him.
There would be no elaborate roleplay tonight, no balls, chains, or gags, but that didn't matter. Despite how adventurous their sex could be, Stolas always willing to try anything and everything, the owl was actually incredibly easy to please.
With a predatorial grin, Blitz thrust in and out, Stolas letting out a stream of sensual moans and profanity in response, arching his back to meet each forward buck.
They were getting into a steady rhythm when suddenly Blitz felt his whole body flush with a heat that was not sexual. His stomach rolled in protest to the motions he was making, and he clenched his teeth tight to fight against it.
'Shit. Fuck.'
The room felt suddenly too hot and oppressive, his head becoming fuzzy as his vision blurred and-
'fuck, I'm gonna-'
everything faded to black.
The next thing he realized, he was lying on his back, someone stroking the side of his head and worriedly calling his name. He groaned, blinking his eyes to see Stolas's concerned face above him.
The owl let out a relieved sigh.
"Oh, thank hell. I was so worried, Blitzy. Are you alright?"
There was nothing lustful in the demon's gaze, only worry, and one of his talons was still gently placed on the side of Blitz's face. Blitz instantly, instinctually, recoiled from the tender touch.
"The fuck?" he pushed himself up into a seated position, despite Stolas's insistence to lay back down.
"You fainted, my dear," The owl informed him, "Gave me quite a fright, but you were only out for a moment or two."
Blitz groaned.
"Shit." he rubbed his hands over his face, "Sorry about that," he apologized quickly, reaching out as if to push Stolas back against the bed, "Let's just get back to fucking and-"
"No, no, none of that," The bird protested, "You're clearly unwell."
Blitz let out an annoyed grunt.
"I'm fine," he insisted, "Just haven't been sleeping well, is all. Plus, we got a deal, remember?"
Stolas frowned.
"Blitz.."
Shit. Stolas just used his real name.
"Just stop fucking looking at me like that," the imp snapped, "For fucks sake."
Stolas blinked,
"Like what, My dear?"
"Like I'm some helpless fuck that you pity or-"
"I'm merely concerned for you," Stolas interrupted, "Are you certain you're up for our usual activities?"
"Worried I can't still get you off?" Blitz challenged.
Stolas's gaze remained frustratingly soft.
"Never, my dear," he replied sincerely.
With a determined growl, Blitz rolled over on top of the owl, pinning him down by the shoulders, and was pleased when the owl let out a gasp of pleasure at being manhandled.
"Now, let's- fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me!" he groaned as his stomach protested again.
"Blitzy, what-"
"Gah!" he flung himself off the owl and scrambled out of bed, eyes darting around until they landed on the wastebasket by the dresser.
He darted toward it just in time to empty the meager contents of his stomach.
He heaved and coughed and spat at the foul taste left behind in his mouth.
"Oh, Blitzy.."
Blitz flinched at the gentle touch on his back as Stolas kneeled behind him.
"This...this doesn't fucking mean anything," Blitz insisted weakly, "I can still-"
"No." came the gentle but firm voice behind him, "You are clearly not well, and we will not be continuing our usual activities tonight."
Blitz winced and wondered why that made him feel like such a fucking failure.
Then to add insult to injury, the owl gently lifted him off the floor, carrying him like a child.
"What the fuck, Stolas!" he protested, but the owl simply hushed him.
"Let's get you to bed then," he brought Blitz to the bed and gently laid him down before placing a hand against his forehead.
"Hmm, you don't seem to be running a fever."
Blitz frowned.
"I'm not sick."
"The contents of my waste basket would say otherwise," Stolas quipped back.
"Yeah, well...I'm fine now," Blitz insisted, "We can still finish what we started."
"The only thing I want you to do for me is rest," the owl replied, "Even if you don't feel ill, you are still clearly exhausted."
"I can rest at home," Blitz pointed out.
"I'd feel better if I could watch over you," Stolas revealed, "Just in case."
Again, Blitz shied away from the prince's concern.
"So what? You want me to just sleep over? No sex?"
"That's precisely what I'm proposing, yes." Stolas replied, "Although I'd feel much better if you were seen by a doctor."
"Oh fuck that," Blitz said, "No way am I paying some crackpot to tell me I got the Flu or some shit. Waste of fucking time and money."
"I'd be more than happy to foot the bill," The prince volunteered, "If nothing else than to ease my concerns over the matter."
Blitz groaned.
"You are not gonna let this go, are you?"
The owl simply stared right back at him.
"Fuck! Fine!" Blitz turned on his side, pulling the lush covers over his body and firmly closing his eyes, "I'll go tomorrow after work, alright? That good enough for you?"
"Oh, Blitzy, that would be wonderful," Stolas happily replied.
Blitz grunted, hardly even acknowledging when the owl slipped into the bed beside him.
It was quiet for several moments, and Blitz was almost lulled to sleep when he felt a gentle stroke against one of his horns. He blinked his eyes open, seeing Stolas's tender gaze upon him, and wondered tiredly how anyone could look at him in such a way.
"Stop worrying." Blitz said, scooting closer toward the owl, "It's just the fucking flu."
Stolas carefully put his arms around the imp, pulling him against his feathery chest with a tiny pleased hoot.
"Of course, my dear."
