After Stolas left that night, he noticed a change. Blitzo was no longer as distant and hard to get ahold of as he had been the past two months. Instead of never answering his calls, the imp would at least pick up the phone and say something. He was responding to his texts more regularly again.

But every text, every phone call was blanketed by an underlying sense of tension. Neither of them addressed the obvious elephant in the room, simply going about their conversations with one another as if nothing were wrong. Even if one of them did know how to go about prompting a discussion about it, neither of them were willing to disrupt the shred of normalcy they'd managed to reattain.

Take, for instance, that Stolas had no idea how to brooch the subject. He didn't know what was wrong with them, their relationship. He hadn't the nerve to ask Blitzo, "What are we?" in fear of scaring him off again. It was evident that there was something about the concept of them that unnerved the imp, but would saying that out loud push him further away? Stolas feared the outcome of a conversation and steered clear of it.

Blitzo, on the other hand, thought he knew what was wrong with them. He just didn't want to hear the words. He didn't want to hear that he was a mere fucktoy, and a replaceable one at that. For an imp with few censors, one who typically spoke whatever was on his mind without regards for others, the avoidance of the topic of his and Stolas' relationship was unlike him. He put the thought that he was just being used as far out of his mind as possible and pretended things were fine. He could imagine, at least, that there was no deal, and that life was . . . better than the full moon.

The remainder of the month was filled with Stolas losing himself in texting Blitzo. The imp regularly brushed off his callous flirting with more umph than before, but that was okay with Stolas as long he got a response.

As the moon approached its fullness, Stolas planned their next get together. He called Blitzo the night before.

"Sup?" came the imp's voice. Tired, Stolas noted immediately.

"Hello, Blitzy," Stolas purred in his usual greeting. "I've been thinking—"

"Dangerous."

"—About tomorrow evening," he continued through the snarky comment, amusement clear in his tone. "I was considering doing a bit of . . . roleplaying, hmm? Would you be at all interested in that?"

"Uh . . . what kind?" Blitzo asked slowly.

"Well, I was thinking maybe you come by and . . . deliver your package."

"And by 'package,' I'm sure you're being both literal and metaphorical?"

"Of course! You're so smart, my little imp!"

"Riiiiight," Blitzo said, sounding uncertain. "Look, I know you love this sex machine, but can't we just fuck without all the theatrics and move along? I don't think dragging our night out is gonna do anything."

Stolas recoiled at the response, taken off guard.

"W-what do you mean by that, Blitzy? You don't want to have a little more fun in the bedroom?" the prince asked.

"Not really—"

"You seemed to really enjoy adding toys before." Stolas couldn't help the pout that settled into his voice.

"I mean, I-I guess I did, but—"

"Please, Blitzy, just try it? At least once? If you don't like it, we won't do it again."

There was a sigh over the receiver.

"Fine. Fucking fine. Piss baby," Blitzo grumped after a moment of silence. Stolas perked up again, his smile returning.

"Ooh, thank you, my little imp! I'll have your costume sent over tonight! See you tomorrow~"

I'm really doing this, Blitzo thought dejectedly he opened the gift box that one of Stolas' servant imps had delivered just a few minutes ago. He held up the 'sexy mailman outfit' and just leveled it with a deadpan stare.

It was one thing to follow through with the deal and dick down Stolas, but it was a wholly different issue when Blitzo felt as if it were just a performance.

Well, it kind of was, wasn't it?

Dance, monkey, dance, Blitzo thought with a sigh. He folded the clothes back into the box for now and sat down on the edge of his bed. He crossed one leg over another, placing his foot on the opposite knee, and picked idly at the sole of his riding boot with his claws. In the other hand, he held his chin up.

Talking to Stolas again made him feel better in certain ways. Knowing someone was always thinking about him (even it it was only one part of him) helped him feel more wanted. The other side of the coin, however, was that he knew it was a shallow reason, and thus, he was only useful in one way.

Maybe Blitzo would be excited about roleplaying if it wasn't part of the deal. If, instead of Stolas calling him between full moons, the two of them had finished a casual fuck or something like that, and then the prince had brought it up. As if it were a couple thing instead of an obligatory thing.

Couple thing, Blitzo snorted with a roll of his eyes even as he continued to fiddle with the lining on his boot.

Truthfully, he could have just outright said no to the proposition of roleplaying. But when Blitzo had questioned it, critiqued it, Stolas had audibly deflated on the opposite side of the receiver. The thought of the prince being upset ate at Blitzo's insides just as pervasively as before. He hadn't been able to distress Stolas without feeling guilty at some point, even if that point in time was later.

Blitzo sighed. He was such a fucking idiot for going back. He should have never let Stolas in for the movie, never should have let Stolas in, period. But he'd let his walls come down, and despite his efforts, they were hard to slam back up. Blitzo should have known he couldn't trust anybody because you can't trust even your own blood in Hell, yet . . . here he was, caught up in his fucked over feelings because he'd trusted someone just once.

Blitzo fell backwards on his bed, uncurling from his hunched over position. He laid spread out, arms at his sides, and simply stared at the ceiling. The static fogging his mind threatened to overtake him.

Better not let myself drown tonight, Blitzo told himself wearily. He rolled over and pushed himself to his feet. He lazily discarded his boots, shirt, and pants before slipping into bed. He hoped he didn't have another nightmare.

Blitzo clambered up the side of the palace as he usually did. He slipped onto the balcony, a cardboard box containing the Grimoire tucked into his tail's grip. The curtains were open, and the room was lit by a moderate showing of candles. The imp couldn't see Stolas quite yet, but he was no doubt around a corner just waiting to hungrily pounce.

Blitzo padded into the warmth of the bedroom and hefted the box atop his shoulder. He glanced toward the bathroom, expecting to see Stolas sashaying out of there, but was met with a dark space.

"Oh, Blitzy~" came Stolas' singsong call, and Blitzo jerked his attention back toward the bed.

"How did you—"

"Don't worry about that, my darling little delivery imp~" Stolas was laying on the comforter completely naked except for the smattering of envelopes and stamps taped to his feathers, his legs crossed. "You have a package for me, I see?"

Blitzo narrowed his eyes in confusion. "What . . . what are you supposed to be? Why did you tape stamps to yourself?"

"Because I'm an envelope, Blitzy! And you're the delivery man." Stolas beamed at the imp, his eyes glowing.

Blitzo stared. "Right."

Stolas put a hand to his forehead and sighed dramatically, his four eyes closing. He sunk into the pillows. "I wish for my package to be delivered! But alas, it seems I have yet to receive any mail . . ." One of his eyes cracked open to peer inquisitively at Blitzo. A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Oh, so we're going now.

Blitzo puffed his chest out and slapped the side of the box he shouldered.

"Got a package for the Prince?" Blitzo asked.

"Oh, yes, that's me," Stolas replied with a grin.

"Gonna need that postal. Shit ain't free." Blitzo put his free hand on his hip and cocked an eyebrow at the owl demon. Stolas let out a soft trill, his feathers ruffling.

"Well, I'm afraid my money is in this sealed envelope." Stolas uncrossed his legs and spread them wide. Blitzo nearly laughed at the envelope taped right above his crotch that covered the intimate part from sight. Instead, the imp somehow composed himself and gave Stolas a long look up and down.

"Gonna unseal it?" Blitzo asked.

"Can't do it myself, unfortunately . . . maybe a handsome delivery imp could help me?" Stolas ran a hand lightly across his lower abdomen before trailing it up his body. Blitzo watched, hopelessly enamored with the motion. His cock stiffened in his pants.

"I think I can do that."

Stolas' tail twitched as a small shiver ran down his spine. He said, in a seductive voice, "Come and get it then, Blitzy~"

Blitzo dropped the package from his shoulder into his arms and then onto the floor. He approached the bed casually, tail flicking behind him. Stolas watched him with eyes half lidded as he crawled over the mattress and settled between his open legs.

Blitzo lifted his hand and gently stroked the envelope covering Stolas' cloaca. This earned a slight twitch from the bird. With an exaggerated flourish, Blitzo pulled the envelope off and held it in front of his face.

"That wasn't so hard," the imp said smugly, putting his chin in his hand and gazing up at Stolas.

"Oh, come now, Blitzy, quit teasing me," Stolas pretend pouted.

"It's so much fun, though." Blitzo smirked, showing off a sharp tooth, and then lowered his snout to press against Stolas' warmth. He inhaled deeply; the scent of the prince's arousal was intoxicating. Stolas' body trembled lightly, tensed and yearning.

Slowly, Blitzo opened his mouth and dragged his tongue across the quivering folds of Stolas' cloaca. The motion was rewarded with a sharp intake of breath. Stolas tasted just as Blitzo remembered from their first night together, and that thought sent all the blood immediately rushing south.

Ignoring his pants that were nearly bursting at the seams, Blitzo focused all his attention back on his work. He started slow, dragging his tongue in long, languid strokes along the inner edge of Stolas' cloaca. He just barely let the forked end flick inside with each lick.

Long fingers grabbed hold of Blitzo's horns and pushed his face down. Stolas let out a needy whine and wrapped his legs around the imp's shoulders. Blitzo refrained from a cheeky remark and pushed the owl's hips into the bed, spreading his thighs farther apart.

Supposing he'd give Stolas what he wanted, Blitzo slipped his tongue inside and lapped along his sensitive upper wall. He found that sweet spot and showered it with attention. His dexterous tongue stroked roughly along its ridges, dumping all his focus into tending to its stimulation.

Blitzo's strategy was evidently working if the prince's reaction was anything to go off. Stolas was gasping and squirming underneath his attention, his back arching off the bed. His muscles twitched beneath Blitzo's hands keeping his legs open.

"Fuck, Blitzy, you're so good at this; th-that mouth of yours-!" Stolas sputtered semi coherently. He jerked his hips as much as he could into Blitzo's mouth in need of more. His arms were crossed over his chest, hands gripping onto his shoulder plumage. Blitzo merely hummed into the prince's crotch, the sensation sending a pleasant shock to his core.

"Blitzy, please, I-I'm so close, I need you!"

"Seal almost broken?" Blitzo asked between sloppy cloacal kisses. He made eye contact with Stolas, and the image of the imp's wet face—erotic and filthy at the same time—between his legs sent an electric pulse through his body. Stolas came, talons digging into his skin and back arching off the bed. Blitzo swiftly brought a hand up to finger the prince as he rode through his orgasm, milking the wave until Stolas began to come down.

When Blitzo sat up and crept forward, it was only after Stolas was relaxed and limp in the bed, his chest rising and falling steadily, and eyes closed. Feathers were sprinkled over the blankets, one even sticking to the imp's forehead. Most of the stamps and envelopes had fallen off because of their owner's groping as well.

"Mm, Blitzy, it's such a treat to see you in action," Stolas purred, his eyes opening marginally to look at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "I think, after that, the package is deliverable?"

Blitzo perked up, his mind immediately going to the tightness of his pants. His tail flicked over his head.

"Because you're looking so excited, my little imp~"

Blitzo jerked his hips into Stolas' hand as the prince reached forward to palm his cock through his pants. The pressure on his groin was enormous, and Stolas touching him through a layer of fabric only exacerbated that. Blitzo growled softly in demand.

Stolas shot him a smug yet sultry look through half lidded eyes. The hand that wasn't teasing his cock came up to the side of his face, his thumb stroking underneath an eye.

"My handsome little Blitzy," Stolas purred before leaning forward and slotting their mouths together. There was a brief moment where Blitzo didn't reciprocate, but he eventually did, pushing back with fervor into Stolas' beak. The prince's hand was still busy; Blitzo's fly came down, and his cock sprang free not a moment too soon.

"Fuck, Stolas," the imp breathed roughly, breaking away from the kiss. He thrusted his hips forward into Stolas' stroking hand. Suddenly, the touch on his cock was gone, and instead now both hands were on his hips. Blitzo was yanked downwards, his erection bumping messily into Stolas' entrance. The touch made them both tremble in anticipation.

"Give me your big package, Blitzy! I want it," Stolas demanded, his legs coming up to ensnare Blitzo in their grasp.

"Ha, don't have to tell me twice."

With that, Blitzo lined up and slammed in. His claws fisted into the comforter as he unleashed his bottled-up excitement. He wasn't sure what about tonight was driving him absolutely insane—they'd fucked like this before—but he didn't care to give it much thought. All he wanted was to pound Stolas into the next week.

Stolas grabbed onto Blitzo's horns desperately, inadvertently tugging his head downwards. The imp bared his teeth in a soundless snarl as he rawed the prince as hard as he could.

Neither of them lasted for long at that furious pace. Each one of Blitzo's strokes was slamming right into Stolas' g-spot, earning a cacophony of lewd moans and praises along with the yanking of horns. Blitzo finished with a low growl, cock shoved as far inside the prince as he could go. His hips flexed, tail taut behind him, claws digging into the bed. Blitzo watched Stolas' face contort into a beautiful look of genuine pleasure as he came again.

Both of the owl's hands were now on Blitzo's face, curled around his cheeks and eyes. The tips of his talons pressed dangerously into his red skin, not enough to break but enough to feel the pinpricks.

As they both wound down from their highs, Blitzo felt Stolas' thumbs gently running over his eyebrows. The touch was nice—domestic—a hint of that authentic care that Blitzo realized he'd been chasing. With a sigh, the imp relaxed, splaying over Stolas tiredly. He kept his head forward, allowing for more of the caresses, and rested his chin on the bird's ribs. He snorted softly to dispel a stray feather from his nose. His eyes went partially closed.

"Delivered," Blitzo murmured wearily, a cheeky grin sneaking across his face. Stolas responded with an amused trill.

"My baby," Stolas said sweetly. Blitzo's heart jumped at the word; his body tensed up slightly, and his eyes snapped open to meet the bird's gaze. He examined Stolas' expression as subtlety as he could, hoping his frenetic glance wasn't giving his alarm away.

Baby. His baby, Blitzo thought. He couldn't see any teasing or flirting in Stolas' eyes. How real is this?

"Do you like this?" Stolas was referring to the massage-like ministrations his thumbs were still repeating.

Blitzo, mouth dry, managed to croak out a small, "Yeh." He hoped Stolas couldn't feel his heart thumping against his ribcage. Warmth spread across his body, unrelated to lust. His fingers felt as if they were going numb.

"I'm glad. I've noticed you've been stressed lately."

It was the closest they were about to get to even acknowledging the past two months.

"Stay the night?" Stolas asked after a pause.

"Okay."

A/N: you can't tell me these idiots roleplay better than that lmao