Weary eyes peer up, glimpsing a pair of shiny black boots, ripped jeans, bronze skin, a red bandanna and a tight package. Blitzo groans eyeing his open jacket.
"Rough night Blitzy?" he hisses from the shadows. "I could watch you all night darlin, what's the matter Bossman plans with prince charming not work out for ya" "Fuck off Cowboy, I'm not in the mood tonight" snarls the Boss imp. "Sorry darlin but Stella wants a word wit ya, you can come quietly Sugar-cube or I could take ya by force" The snake imp warns. his golden tooth glinting in the darkness as he grins down his eyes hidden by his cowboy hat. "I should really give ya a bath come home smelling like a filthy blueblood, he snarls flicking his tongue out. "Is there something you ain't telling me? Blitzy he hisses pulling Blitzo up by his shirt and smashing his mouth against his in a fierce power play for dominance. Leaving Blitzo both stunned and breathless. "Blitzy, your playing with fire, I've warned you about messing thing up for me, Your caught up in a dangerous cat-and mouse game darlin. "By assassinating the prince you gain your freedom the ablity to do what you want when you want, isn't that what you wanted in the first place. "A book, Stolas grimoire nothing more, nothing less- what if I say, I can get it for you, all you have to do is relinquish IMP. "Its the only way we can be together, you should stick to your own kind: your of a superior breed and its time you start acting like it"
Lucky for you I've managed to pull of few strings. By removing you for the city. Blitzo made a move to get up but Striker pushes him back down. "Hear me out Blitzy, I've mended a few fences and earned back some trust on the Ranch, spoke highly of ya to Joe and Lin told them how much you love horses and really worked ya up had Joe practically salivating at the prospect of a new hand on the farm.
"You didn't! I agreed to this arrangement to keep Stolas safe and now, your trying to get rid of me to finish off the job you started back at the Festival! Blitzo accused. As Striker continues on with an edge to his voice.
"They're looking forward to seeing ya again he grits past serrated teeth, "willing to take ya on as their new hired hand his boys will teach ya the ropes." The Cowboy reassured.
"Think about it Blitzy, you've compromised yourself and go to close to the enemy" "He is not the enemy! Blitzo grits. "I have your ticket out of this lifestyle the you've made for yourself and as soon as I'm finished up here I'll meet you back at the farm. By then, I'll have a surprise for ya upon my return.
"Did you not hear me asshole!" Blitzo growls. "Not only will Stella pay handsomely for her husband's demise but she could wipe the slate clean once she see's the mating mark I'm about to give ya" "Take the offer Blitz" Striker snarls winding the rope around his hands. Blitzo growls demonically up at him. "I'm not leaving my employees in your sadistic hands! for starters and two: I have I have too much riding here to even consider running my ass back to wrath. Only to be fucked by an inbred hick!" seethes Blitzo. Ire flickering in his eyes: "So the short answer is no-cowboy and that's final.
"You think I'm giving you a choice Bossman, after everything we've been through Striker growls. "Don't ya care about the trouble your in- what if you get caught in the crossfires, do ya think anyone would miss ya" the snake hisses.
"I don't see your vermin here, if they care about ya they would've been here wit ya" "Heck, they would've stood up to ya back there" says the Wrangler.
"Your acting as if you were there!" Blitzo sneers. accusations flying.
"Trust me, Blitzy if I were there I'd showed everyone in the disease riddled, overpriced playhouse who you truly belonged to, apparently I'm the only one seeing reason tonight"
"The point is Boss, you have no say in the matter you must go where your Alpha goes, Striker hisses backing Blitzo up against the musty couch. Blitzo could feel the heat radiating off of the snake-imp's body. "Hmm, a nice bath ought to also cool ya down a bit" Striker sneers
Blitzo hisses as the cowboy snaps the coiled rope.
"You'll be happier there, once your out of the city your little vermin won't come lookin for ya until the sun rises"
"Snap"
"In a few hours I'll have ya back home tucked neatly away until this whole thing blows over, your vermin will be too late"
"Snap"
"You understand the cost I can't afford to lose you, Blitzy where cut from the same cloth you and I" Striker whispers caressing his face while wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb.
Blitzo leans into the touch: loving those peach-Skinned hand: rough and calloused but warm and tender. As easy as it could've been just to give into the Cowboy's ludicurus demands and let the wrangler do whatever he wanted to him. He couldn't live with himself if something were to happen to Stolas. Octavia would a father, he had already felt immense guilt in the part he played in the affair. But running and hiding wasn't in him.
Okay, that was a bold-faced lie. but, tonight was different.
Blitzo could feel the Cowboy's hard pecs as the assassin crawls onto his lap, the snake imp could feel heat radiating off his mate's body as he slides his leg up and in-between Blitzo's
"We ought to get going partner, miss Stella can get really cranky" spoke the Cowboy in-between kisses. His voice deep and rich, Blitzo felt the tickle of Striker's mustache, the electric touch of his skin. "Darlin-" the snake imp spoke turning the Boss imp's head to the scratched out pictures. "I never want to see, your handsome face scratched out of any more pictures" "you mean more to me than my own brothers do" Blitzo's hisses as Striker buries his snout into Blitzo's neck. The Boss imp gasps as Striker suckles on his neck.
"It would be so easy, to bite you, to fill you up so full of my venom: I could leave you a drooling mess. Before throwing ya over my shoulders."
"What is left for ya here but a dying company and few fleas and a mongrel, who I heard likes chasing married tail. Like Father like daughter I presume" The spell was broken, and Blitzo's senses came rushing back to him at the mention of his daughter. " Get off me!" Blitzo growls throwing the cowboy off him, Blitzo punches him right in the family jewels. The Wrangler's eyes water as he falls to his knees clutching himself making a high-pitched noise. For an intense moment all Striker could see was white blanketed haze. The Cowoboy reaches for Blitzo as the former harlequin slips through his fingers.
"You'll pay for that Blitzy!, Striker snarls recovering enough to leap over the couch, tackling the Boss imp to the ground pinning his shoulders while picking up the blade from the ground. He brings it to the Boss imp's neck.
Blitzo's body stiffens as the snake imp straddles his waist grinding his pelvis into Blitzo's crotch.
"You son of a bitch! snarls Blitzo there is nothing you can do to change my mind, you limp dick snake!"
Blitzo could feel Striker's tail coiling around his neck constricting against him. his tail rattling dangerously. The Harlequin struggles to strain his neck, The outlaw chuckles darkly his hot breath coasting along his mate's slender neck.
A gleam of clear venom shone dripping from Striker's large fangs. Blitzo vigorously struggles pushing against the wrangler, who was laughing in his face. Twisting his body feeling the cool metal of the blade press against his skin. Blitzo let out an irritable hiss as Striker mouth inches closer and closer to his neck.
Blitzo screams as Striker sinks his fangs into the Boss imp's collarbone grinding his pelvis into his stomach. The crimson devils works his arm free gripping the cowboy by the bicep. the scarlet devil could feel the burning friction spike as the cowboy continues to ride him.
Striker growls approvingly feeling Blitzo's nails sink into his skin, the knife Knicks his neck as ruby red droplets fell onto an eager tongue. Blitzo moans closing his eyes as Striker's tongues suckles on his neck.
"Nngh! Striker!, The Cowboy hisses in pain as the Boss imp runs his claws across Striker's face before cracking him hard across the face: his knuckles grind into his face. Blitzo's tail whips out winding around the Cowboy's waist.
"GET OFF ME!" snarls the Boss imp tossing Striker across the room, the ranch hand snarls in pain, his swirling yellow eyes locked onto Blitzo as the imp threw open the door and ran.
Unfortunately before he could make it into the stairwell a heavy lasso ensnares him from behind and with the flick of his wrist the wrangler sends his mark flying back with enough force to give the Omega whiplash.
The scarlet imp smacks into his chest, temporally winding the cowboy, it isn't long before the snake imp is on top of him, wrestling him to the ground, binding his wrists behind his back and dragging him by his feet back into the three bedroom apartment. His fork-tongue flicking out as he drags Blitzo down the narrow corridor and into the bathroom and shuts the door.
Striker pulls off his boots and throws the into the corner. Draping Blitzo over the lip of the tub filling the tub with scolding hot water: the steam rises up tickling his nose as Blitzo continues to struggle.
The Outlaw's tail constricts around Blitzo's legs rendering the imp immobile, the Cowboy stand behind him in nothing but his shorts: which were black and tight seemingly painted on.
" I was a fool for trusting you!, you realize what we hand during the harvest moon festival was nothing but for show! It was a one night only performance Cowboy, you've should've seen your dipshit face! Blitzo cackles.
"Hmm, I'm not the one tied up, Blitzy you've better watch your mouth darlin, before I shove a bar of soap down that pretty little throat of yours" The Serpent purrs.
"A distraction which I welcomed, sugar-cube, while you were gloating I was plotting my next move. "you left the prince unguarded anything could happen to him now and do you think that I'm the only one gunning for that flighty bird?" "What better way to defeat an adversary then sully the name of his love interest"
"you just need a little coaxing, and that ditsy blueblood will be a thing of the past" "That night, if I recall you were my private wet dream come to life, I rode you all night despite the prince getting away. I had you screaming my name as I thrusted deep within you"
"You might've thought I went away empty handed, but I didn't I slipped away knowing I claimed you and I will claim you again if I have to" he says nipping Blitzo's neck to prove a point.
"Its time to cool off, sugar-cube I'm not letting you get away this time" "Tonight, you've got your own Cowboy to keep ya entertained. "The more you smell like me, the better off you'll be" "Then Loan me your cologne! and back the fuck off snarls Blitzo not liking how close Striker was getting.
"Now I have to wash the stench of blueblood off of ya, before presenting you to Stella" if she catches a whiff of her husband on ya, she shred ya to pieces.
Blitzo groans feeling Striker's knee press into his spine, the snake imp grips Blitzo by the back of the neck and slams his head into the porcelain tub. Blitzo cries out in pain, but Striker is behind him, kneeling on his legs.
But that wasn't all he felt poking him in the back, icy dread settles into his stomach as the Wrangler continued to toy with him. Creating shallow cuts, and Knicks slicing into his skin crating long shallow cuts. Blood pooled around him, and Striker didn't even flinch. The cuts would burn upon impact. the peach-skinned imp held his head. As Blitzo's vision blurred. "I must've mated ya real good partner, heard the midguts chewing your ass about our little romp in the sheets. ya even told the hellhound of yours, she could drive. "must've made one Hellvua first impression. "Did you tell Stolas about us?. didn't think so"
"Truth is darlin you've been fighting me since the moment you submitted, you've been lying to yourself ignoring your own instincts to mate. Pushing away anyone who gets close to ya" "Your body craves my touch every inch of you is burning for me and yet her you are pursuing Stolas! "Open your eyes! Bossman, I thought he was some sort of transactional fuck toy, something to Aleve your aggression and here you are taking him out on dates! "Your spoken for! or have you forgotten!" "Your the same.. same as him, I fuck you to protect Stolas and-"
"He left ya, he has a family to take care of I'm not letting you sell yourself cheap! I am here to collect you! you could be happy, leave all this behind. "We could start a family, just let him go"
The Business agreement is over, Striker says submerging Blitzo into the blistering waters. The Boss imp splutters water as Striker continues to dunk him. Blitzo arms are wrapped around Striker's muscular arm.
"And I'll keep fighting the urge you fucking bastard!" Blitzo cries out. "I don't care how much pain I am in, its nothing compared to tonight" Striker growls punching Blitzo across the face. Pulling Blitzo up out of the tub peeling back his wet jacket and running his claws down the Boss imp's neck.
"If its pain ya want Boss, I can oblige ya"
Blitzo cries out in pain as Striker runs his claws down his neck creating small rivulets of blood which the snake imp chases with his mouth. the hot copper against his forked tongue sent a jolt of pleasure down Striker's spine. "I'll fight you with everything I have" Blitzo says, breathlessly panting. Shivering as Striker unclasps his belt. Blitzo shrinks into a ball. continuing to struggle as Striker pulled down his pants, Blitzo's knees buckle out from underneath him as Striker grips him. "I could fill ya up real good partner, make ya feel real nice" the sound of his voice was like dark honey. Blitzo knew was in trouble.
He could feel Striker's member glide across the mounds of his ass.
The scarlet imp whimpers pitifully a sharp whine in his voice. The friction was intense: Blitzo's blood burns with need. A coil of lust sinks into his abdomen. Striker was driving him wild.
"Striker! ST-stop this!"
Blitzo screams as Striker shoves his full length into his ass. he could feel Striker's teeth graze across his skin as the cowboy continues to thrust. Blitzo's screams falling upon deaf ears. And then it was back into the water: Striker had torn away from Blitzo, harshly forcing Blitzo to his knees. Each thrust was more aggressive then the last.
Blitzo gripped the tub, trying to keep his head afloat. the hot water: was torture. By the time Striker was finished with Blitzo the water had turned tepid.
The Boss imp groans, his eyes opening squinting through the harsh lighting of the bathroom his head flops to the side as he watches as Striker rummages through the cupboards. His mind was jumbled. "It was just one night, one meaningless night"
"how could things have gotten so out of control" "My body hurts, it hurts to think"
"I thought you were the one, the one who could see through me and know- but all you want is your contract. "Your talk of being mates, of having my back its all for show, your nothing but hollow promises and one-night stands, you talk about being with my own kind, don't mingle with the Goeita." "You don't own me, I'm not a plaything!" Blitzo thought. his head throbbing with pain.
"Hey dipshit! Blitzo chokes out. "Whatever your looking for is long gone, trust me"
Just to spite him, Striker shook a few bottles. "Pick your poison Blitzy"
"Please Striker you've made your point, I won't stray!" Blitzo cries.
Blitzo winces as Striker straddles him. He grips Blitzy by the horn and jerks back his head.
"No! NO! keep that thing away from me!" Striker please!"
Blitzo shrinks away with an auditable whimper, its too late he hisses feeling the pinpricks pinch his neck. Suddenly everything went black.
Striker pulls back, emptying a syringe of mixture of rohypnol and Ketamine into Blitzo's neck. "If this is the only way you will be with me, then you leave me with no choice. I'll take care of
ya sugar-cube. now lets finish getting you cleaned up. "I want ya to look nice if we play our cards right than miss Stella might even hook ya up in her country estate"