A/N:

Sweet and spicy one for ya guys.

When Stolas saw the video, his claws nearly broke his phone.

How dare that little imp flaunt about in the human world using his Grimoire? It was obvious from the blurry video that Blitzo had had no care in the world as he meandered around obliviously—for three minutes!

Stolas brought up Blitzo's contact and pressed call. The phone rang for a short while before going to voicemail.

"Little bastard," Stolas growled. He was about to give that imp a piece of his mind.

Stolas' talons tapped a rhythm on the arm of the chair as he waited. He was sitting tensely in the reception area of I.M.P, adamant about having a discussion with its owner. Right then, he could hear Moxxie and Blitzo arguing over something by the door to the latter's office.

"Sir, you can't just not let him in," Moxxie scolded. "He's obviously angry—"

"His needs aren't business!" Blitzo hissed back. He glanced over the shorter imp to see if Stolas had heard.

Oh, Stolas had heard all right. He refrained from saying anything—for now—and instead stayed seated, patience wearing thin.

"Stop being so difficult!" Moxxie snapped.

"I'm not!"

"Boys, if I may interrupt," Stolas said, sick of waiting. He stood to his full height. "Blitzy, you and I are going to have a chat—whether you want to or not."

Blitzo audibly swallowed, shrinking somewhat under the prince's gaze. Moxxie noticed the tension—so thick one could cut it—and was quick to scurry away.

"R-right, come in then," Blitzo said. He left the door open for Stolas to follow behind as the imp retreated to his desk. "So . . . what's the deal?"

"The deal, Blitzo," Stolas began after he'd settled in his seat, "is that you were videoed prancing about in the human world with my Grimoire!"

"Oh. That's all?" Blitzo's tenseness seemed to all but vanish as he leaned back in his chair.

"'That's all?' Listen here, little imp; I have so graciously allowed you access to my book so that you may do your job. I should not be, but because I like you, I have not taken it back. But you are not allowed to be seen in the living world!" Stolas' feathers ruffled in anger.

"Blah, blah, blah—so what? Humans are always catching so called 'cryptids' on camera! Besides, it's such a bad quality shot that it looks completely fake!"

"If word gets out that I'm letting you use the Grimoire, it will not bode well for you nor me!"

"And?"

Stolas' eye twitched before he settled into a deeper glower. "You obviously have no respect for my wishes in this regard, Blitzo. You were being careless, and I cannot allow this to happen again—are you even listening?"

Stolas glared at the imp as he casually pulled out his phone. Blitzo had a bored look on his face as he fiddled with the device. He was even toying with the keys sitting on his desk.

"Blitzo! Could you, for once, take this seriously? Listen to what I'm—"

A shock of pleasure rocketed up Stolas' spine as the vibrator nestled inside of him turned on. His face went bright red, and through his surprise, he could see Blitzo grinning mischievously. The vibration was clicked up a notch, and Stolas couldn't help as his frown slipped into a smile. He sank down in his chair, crossing his legs tighter. His eyes went half lidded in pleasure.

"You were saying?" Blitzo prompted deviously. He tapped his claws on the desk.

Stolas fought off the buzzing sensation and attempted to regain his composure.

"I-I'm serious, Blitzy, you can't just run amuck in the h-human world, it's . . . ah-! N-not safe-!" Stolas found himself squirming in his chair as Blitzo increased the setting again. His legs shook with the effort of not succumbing to the pleasure.

"Mmhmm?" Blitzo's smirk had yet to fade. He lightly brushed his thumb against the button that controlled the settings, teasing the prince with the idea of more.

"Y-you can't just dis-distract me with that-! This is seri . . . ous . . ." Stolas couldn't help the little moan that he let out as the imp ticked the vibration up another level. Impossibly, Blitzo's shit eating grin widened.

"C-can't believe you have that on your k-key ring," Stolas managed to huff out. He gripped the sides of the chair in his claws.

"I think we can both believe it," Blitzo responded. He rested his chin in his hand. "Want more, birdie?"

Stolas nodded despite himself; he knew he'd come here to talk some sense into the foolish imp, but he hadn't actually expected Blitzo to use the remote!

"We're only at level six; hope you're fucking ready." Blitzo was true to his word and dialed up the vibration. Stolas moaned, letting his head fall back. Part of him cursed the fact that he'd slid the sex toy up against the most sensitive part inside him; the other part wished it were bigger.

The setting changed again. Stolas' talons curled at the end of his feet. The next two levels went by fast, Blitzo obviously enjoying the sight of the prince wiggling in his seat.

When the imp finally clicked it to its highest setting, Stolas gasped and arched his back into the chair. He wanted to cum, terribly so, but the vibrator wasn't enough alone to get him there. Then, suddenly, the pleasure stopped. Stolas was yanked back down to reality, his chest heaving and heart fluttering.

"Wh-what? Why'd you stop?" Stolas asked. He blinked wide eyes at Blitzo. The imp still had that smug smile on his face.

"This isn't business," Blitzo replied.

Stolas could have punched the little shit in the face, but he didn't.

"You—y-you're a little tease!"

Blitzo flicked his tail up over his head, elbows on the desk. He stuck his tongue out.

"Maybe I am~"

Stolas barely kept his mouth from falling open. Blitzo was never the one to initiate their sexual encounters; typically, Stolas was the aggressor. And now, having taken the reins, the imp was going to leave him hanging?!

He's so fucking amazing, Stolas thought.

"You're not just going to get me all riled up and then not finish the job, are you, Blitzy?" the prince asked flirtatiously. He finally uncrossed his legs, allowing Blitzo to see between them. "I've made such a mess of myself because of you, and you don't want in?" The crotch of Stolas' pants was visibly wet from how much he was turned on, and Blitzo's eyes widened at the sight.

Got him.

"You know, it's rude to keep a gentleman waiting~" Stolas purred.

Blitzo floundered for a few seconds, mouth opening and closing, before he tossed his keys to the side and swept the several papers and knick-knacks off his desk.

"Get on the desk," Blitzo ordered. He took a step back to allow the bird in.

Stolas immediately obeyed, leaving his hat on the chair, and scurried around the desk. He hopped up and planted his ass on the surface to position himself around Blitzo's waist.

The imp slid between Stolas' thighs and bent down, inhaling deeply and shuddering.

"Fuck, you smell so god damn good," Blitzo groaned. He nuzzled his face into Stolas' wet groin, earning a sharp gasp. He then stood back up and reached forward to tug the prince's pants and underwear down and off his ankles, Stolas helping him by lifting himself up briefly.

"I'll have to go treasure hunting real quick," Blitzo said with a wink as he brushed his fingers lightly against the damp feathers surrounding Stolas' cloaca.

"Come on, Blitzy, enough teasing! Fake one out, real one in!" Stolas whined, rocking his hips into the red hand. Blitzo scoffed in amusement but did as he was told. He slipped two fingers into the prince and took hold of the vibrator. He made quite a show of slowly pulling the sex toy out. Stolas shivered, horny out of his mind, and wished to fill that empty space as soon as possible. Blitzo none too gently dropped the slimy vibrator on the floor. He didn't waste any time after that, unbuckling his pants only enough to slip his cock out of his boxers. He was already hard, evidently having enjoyed his show earlier, so he stepped forward and placed the head of his penis against Stolas' folds.

"Fuck, come on, come on," the prince whimpered. "Fill me with your massive cock!"

Blitzo's dick twitched at the words, and he decided to get the show on the road. He plunged into the waiting bird, earning a loud cry. Immediately, Blitzo shoved a hand over Stolas' mouth.

"No screaming and moaning this time, ya fuck," the imp snapped. "My office ain't exactly sound-proof. We're lucky if they haven't heard already."

Stolas nodded. He wiggled his hips, indicating for Blitzo to get moving. The imp did, beginning with quick, short thrusts. Stolas leaned back on his elbows and wrapped his long legs around his lover's waist. He loved this vantage point of watching himself get plowed.

Blitzo leaned over Stolas' middle and held him by his hips. His breaths came in fast huffs as he thrusted in and out of the prince. The cheap desk shook with the force of their love making, the wood creaking continuously.

Stolas had already been so close, so it was no surprise when he came first. His talons gauged dents into the desk and his back arched, his head thrown back. If he let out the beginnings of a loud cry of pleasure—which he did—it was quickly stopped by Blitzo slapping a large hand over his beak.

"G-god dammit, you cock whore-!" the imp snarled through his pleasure even as he reached his climax because of the way Stolas' heat tightened around his dick. He gasped and tensed, his other hand digging into Stolas' hip.

Both red in the face and panting, the demons sat in silence as they came down from their highs.

"You're lucky you're pretty," Blitzo growled, still holding onto Stolas' face.

Stolas' eyes widened immediately; Blitzo had just called him pretty. The word sent warmth to his stomach in a way unassociated with lust. The imp, however, seemed unaware he'd just let the compliment slip and instead remained standing with his eyes closed, chest still rising and falling with deep breaths.

Stolas decided not to mention it. He didn't want to spoil a good thing, even if his heart still fluttered.

"I hope your loud mouth didn't tip everyone off in this fucking building," Blitzo continued griping after he'd regained his composure. He pulled out of Stolas, eyeing the fluids now dripping from the prince's hole onto the floor, and tucked his cock back into his pants.

"Well, it's not exactly my fault you're so good at this, big boy," Stolas cooed. Blitzo groaned, stepping away.

"Will you cut that shit out? 'S weird."

"You seem to like it during~"

"Yeah, when you're getting pounded it's kinda hot. But afterwards, no."

"Fine, fine." Stolas sat up, using his magic to clean the remnants of their little escapade from himself and the surrounding area. He grabbed his pants from the floor and redressed. He also snagged his sex toy and tucked it into a pocket.

"Despite that—which I'm very satisfied with, thank you—I would still like to remind you to be more cautious between worlds in the future, Blitzy," Stolas said as he put his hat on.

"Whatever. Fine. I'll be more careful, if only to get your feathery dick off my ass," Blitzo grouched. He fell back into his chair, scattered papers returned to his hands. "Now, if you don't mind, I was supposed to be planning for a job when you came bitching. Take the walk of shame."

Stolas smirked as he sauntered toward the door. "Of course, Blitzy; except for the shame part, I'm afraid. I'll gladly walk past your little workers—as best I can, anyway." He winked at the imp, earning a flustered huff. "Choi!"

Stolas exited Blitzo's office with a satisfied smile still on his face. The three employees were all in the reception area as he strolled by with a small wave. He knew their eyes were on him even as he left the room.

It sent an exhilarating tingle down his spine at others knowing that Blitzo was his.

Fifteen minutes earlier, at the front desk, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona were arguing about why Stolas was there.

"He was pissed; Blitzo must have done something stupid," Moxxie said.

"He's always doing something stupid," Loona corrected.

"Whatever it's about, I hope it's not too bad. Stolas basically funds this place half the time," Millie said. "We can't afford to lose his business."

"Psh, like that'd happen. That bird bitch is obsessed with Blitzo. I doubt we could get rid of him if we tried."

"Hmm, true. But still, I don't appreciate Blitzo getting in trouble with a demon who could destroy us all in a heartbeat," Moxxie said.

"I don't think we'd ever have to worry about that, Sweetie," Millie said, giving her husband a loving pinch on the cheek. "Prince Stolas seems nicer than most higher up demons."

Loona snorted. "If he's still wasting time messing around with imps, then yeah, I'd say—"

Their conversation was interrupted by a muffled yet loud cry from Blitzo's office. The three employees froze, eyes wide and glued to the door. They dared not even breathe, their ears all straining to listen; Loona's own even swiveled toward the source.

"What the-?" Moxxie asked after several seconds of silence. He took a hesitant step toward the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Loona warned, her face twisted in disgust.

"What? Why?"

"Because, dumbass, they're fucking in there."

Moxxie turned around and gaped at the hellhound, his face turning red.

"H-how do you know that?"

"Because I have, like, super good hearing. Hellhound, remember?" Loona snarked. "I can hear them . . . starting." She looked uncomfortable, shifting in her chair.

Moxxie appeared mortified as Millie held in her laughter.

"That's so inappropriate!" Moxxie sputtered. "I can't believe they're doing that here and now! Do they not realize we're right here!?"

Loona merely shrugged, picking her phone back up and settling down again.

"If I were to guess, I'd say neither of them cares," she responded.

"And really, you can't believe it?" Millie asked. Moxxie couldn't even argue that point because he really could believe it, actually. He dared not listen too closely to any sounds coming from Blitzo's office and settled down instead to sharpen the machete their latest client had asked them to use to murder her father-in-law.

A quarter of an hour later, the door to their boss' office opened, and Stolas appeared, ducking underneath the doorway. The two imps and Loona couldn't help but stare at him as he walked by. He didn't look any different, not a feather out of place on his royal head despite his apparent activities.

Blitzo emerged a few minutes later to a room full of pointed looks.

"Hey, team—" Blitzo froze when he realized what looks he was getting. "You heard that, didn't you." It wasn't a question as much as it was a deadpan statement. Three nods were his response. "I . . . don't have an excuse. I rocked that bird pussy." He thrusted his hips to punctuate his words.

"Stop!"

"Sir, please!"

"Shut up!"

Stolas sat next to his rotary telephone, one claw lazily pulling at the wheel. Blitzo still wasn't answering his calls. Yesterday, he'd tried the imp's personal number several times: all went to voicemail. Today, he'd phoned I.M.P, only for Loona to tell him that Blitzo hadn't come home last night and had yet to be seen.

It was a routine; for the last few weeks, Stolas and Blitzo talked on the phone for fifteen minutes. For that reason alone, it was unusual for the imp to miss his calls.

But Blitzo having not been seen in the past twenty-four hours? That made Stolas nervous. Loona not knowing where he is was even more nerve wracking.

A third day with no sign of hide nor horn of Blitzo, and Stolas was ready to launch an imp hunt. He'd spoken to all the I.M.P workers; none of them knew where their boss was, and they were all worried. Stolas took one of his and Blitzo's photos and made missing demon posters. He distributed them to the others to hang up.

Four days. Stolas could scream. He didn't know what to do. He'd sent out a few spies to gather information, but no response from them yet. He was constantly checking his phone for a text from anyone telling him that they'd found Blitzo, that Blitzo was okay. Apparently, his anxiety was obvious because he soon found Octavia nudging him in the side. Stolas was ripped from his clouded thoughts.

"Wha—oh, Octavia! Did you need something?" Stolas asked.

"Uh, no, but you're molting like crazy. Are you okay?" his daughter asked with a raised eyebrow. Stolas looked down at himself; she was right. Tiny feathers clung to his clothes and littered the floor around his lounge. "You're upset about something, I can tell."

"I . . ." Did he explain to her? Would she understand?

"What?"

"I, well, it's—" Stolas found himself stuttering. His voice was raspy and strained. "It's . . . Blitzo. He hasn't been seen in days, and I'm so worried something bad has happened to him."

Octavia recoiled, her eyes full of worry. "Whoa, Dad, it's okay. You don't need to cry." She put a hand on his shoulder.

Stolas blinked, unaware of how close he'd been to losing it until he'd had to verbalize his worry. But now the dam was broken, and he felt tears running down his face.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"

"Dad, it's fine! I-it's fine, calm down, okay?"

"I'm just so worried and you don't want to hear this and—"

Once again, she cut him off. "Dad, seriously, calm down. I get it." Octavia's voice was gentle, and the arm she she now rubbed up and down her dad's back was, too. She gave him a small smile. "I already know you like Blitzo."

Stolas sniffed, wiping his eyes with the heels of his hands. He couldn't believe Octavia was here comforting him, the one who was crying over his affair against her mother. She truly was the best thing he'd ever done.

"Thank you, Via. I'm . . . just feeling a bit overwhelmed right now," Stolas admitted.

"Yeah, I could tell," Octavia responded with a brief laugh. "But really, I'm sure they'll find that little weirdo."

Stolas glanced down at his phone's dark screen, his melancholy and tired reflection peering back at him.

"I certainly hope so."

They found him.

They found him.

THEY FOUND HIM.

Stolas immediately opened a portal into Blitzo's apartment. Slumped on the couch was said imp looking ragged and exhausted, but alive. He was surrounded by his coworkers, who parted from around him to let the owl though. As soon as Stolas appeared, Blitzo smiled up at him.

That smile brought sudden tears to the prince's eyes, and he had to refrain from latching onto the imp and never letting go. But he did, in fact, throw himself at the bedraggled Blitzo with an embrace tight enough to knock the air out of his lungs. He released him and quickly began fussing over the imp, looking him over for injuries. There were dark circles under the imp's eyes, and he had some scratches on his face.

"Oh, Blitzy! I'm so glad you're alright; I was so afraid! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need anything? Do you need to go to the hosp—"

Blitzo grabbed Stolas' beak, effectively shutting him up.

"I'm fine, Stolas. Just tired," Blitzo responded wearily. "Don't cry, big guy." With a claw, the imp wiped away a tear from Stolas' cheek, surprising him. Before the prince could get another word in, Moxxie cleared his throat, breaking up the moment.

"I think," Moxxie said, interjecting, "we should let Blitzo rest." He glanced quickly between Stolas and Blitzo. "Your Majesty."

"Honestly, yeah, I'm . . . so fucking exhausted right now. I really wanna pass out," Blitzo said.

Stolas reluctantly removed his hands from Blitzo's person.

"O-of course, Blitzy. I'm just glad you're okay," Stolas said. He wiped his face with the back of a hand and stood. "But you can bet I'll be back here later."

"I'm counting on it," Blitzo replied with a soft smile. Stolas gazed at the imp for a long moment, flushing lightly, before he moved.

"Okay. You guys can, like, leave now," Loona deadpanned.

Three days passed before Stolas saw Blitzo again. In that time, they'd messaged back and forth, the prince constantly asking if Blitzo needed anything. It was always a no.

But Stolas wouldn't take no for an answer. He sketched in his free time, making a drawing of Blitzo and his horse—also his savior from the kidnapper. It turned out pretty good, if he did say so himself. Stolas was planning on giving it to his little imp. The thing he wasn't planning on, however, was Blitzo showing up at the palace late at night.

"Hey, Stolas," came the imp's voice from behind him. Stolas jumped, startled, and turned around to face the source. Sitting crisscross on the open balcony was Blitzo, his hands grabbing his feet and tail swinging behind him.

"Blitzy! I had no idea you would be coming over," Stolas said, a smile breaking out on his face. "Did you get the package I sent you?"

Blitzo nodded, hopping off the balcony railing and walking inside the bedroom. His eyes seemed to look everywhere but Stolas' robe clad form.

"Excellent! I do hope you liked it. Our kitchen makes wonderful food."

"Ye, it was good." Blitzo sauntered around the room, hands tucked into his pockets. Stolas raised an eyebrow at the behavior.

"Is everything alright, Blitzy?"

Blitzo didn't answer. His back was to the prince as he seemed to stare at the bookshelf.

Stolas approached the imp, concerned, and said, "Blitzo?"

". . . Is it okay if I stay here tonight?" the imp whispered.

Stolas was taken aback. "As if you even have to ask! Of course you can, my dear."

It was then that Blitzo turned around. His eyes were watery, lips pulled back in a grimace, fists clenched at his sides. Stolas' eyes went wide and full of worry.

"Blitzy?"

"I-I just want someone t-to tell me it's alright," Blitzo whimpered. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, and he brought up a fist to wipe across his eyes. He let out a hiccup, and it was downhill from there.

"Come here, Blitzy; tell me what's wrong," Stolas said, scooping the imp up in his arms. Desperate hands clung to his robe, pulling the two demons closer. Stolas sat down on the bed and held the other, rocking slightly back and forth as if he were soothing a child.

"It's about what happened, isn't it?" Stolas asked softly. Blitzo's face was buried in his chest plumage, and the prince could feel wetness beginning to seep into his feathers. The imp nodded.

"Would you like to talk about it?"

Blitzo didn't answer, his shoulders instead shuddering with a silent sob. Stolas smiled in sympathy. He decided to take a different approach.

"I was very worried about you, Blitzy," he began, "you know that, right? We all were. It goes to show that you have people who care about you; I care about you. Very deeply, in fact."

Blitzo slowly lifted his face away from Stolas' chest with a sniffle. He blinked tearily, eyes red. He looked up at the prince, who smiled down at him.

"I'm beyond thrilled you're alright. If you hadn't been . . . well, let's just say some poor soul would be getting ripped apart limb by limb."

Blitzo got a small chuff of laughter out of that. He wiped his nose with the back of a hand and rested his head on Stolas' chest.

"Did they hurt you?"

Blitzo tensed but shook his head. "No, just knocked me out an' . . . chained me up." A pause. "Dunno if they wanted to kill me."

"They didn't. And now you're okay. You're safe here, with me." Stolas held the imp a little tighter.

"Y-yeah?"

"Yes." Stolas leaned down and kissed the top of Blitzo's head. "I promise."

Blitzo sniffled. "Th-thanks. I . . . I feel better with you." The words came out as barely a whisper.

"I'm so very glad to hear that, Blitzy." Stolas was on the verge of tears for the third time in a week just hearing those words. "I feel better with you here as well."

Blitzo merely hummed and fell quiet. His head still rested on Stolas' chest, arms in his lap, and tail curled gently around one of the prince's forearms. Stolas continued rocking, the soothing motion soon lulling Blitzo to sleep. He was aware of soft purring emanating from the imp, a sound that stoked a loving burn in Stolas' heart. He stood, walked around the side of the bed, and gently laid the sleeping imp down. He removed his boots and coat before tucking him under the blankets. Stolas then curled into bed next to Blitzo, wrapping his arms tenderly around him.

This, the prince thought as he drifted off, is perfect.