A/N: I wasn't originally planning on continuing this, but here we are. Hope you enjoy!

Blitzo smirked to himself. Moxxie was moaning louder now, starting to rock his hips back and forth faster as he began to reach his climax. Blitzo reached forward and ran a hand down Moxxie's chest, enjoying the way the smaller Imp looked straddled atop him. Moxxie looked down at Blitzo, his hair was a mess, his brow was beaded with sweat, his face flushed a deep crimson and a look of desperate pleasure across his freckled features.
"Blitz, can I..." Moxxie panted, his rhythm quickening. Blitzo nodded, saying nothing so as to keep Moxxie's moans unobscured to his ears. He grabbed the smaller Imp's waist and began to thrust his own hips in time with Moxxie's. Moxxie's whole body seized up and he let out a loud, whimpering moan of ecstasy. Blitzo felt something warm splash against his chest.

"Blitzy..."

Actually, it was more than warm.

"Blitzy."

It was scalding hot.

"BLITZY!"

"Oh FUCK, that's hot!" Blitzo sat upright in his chair, pulling his now half empty coffee mug away from his chest. He'd been so caught up in his daydream that he'd reclined back too far in his chair, spilling boiling hot coffee all down his front. Grabbing a random bundle of papers from the in tray on his desk, he hastily tried to mop up the spilled coffee and his now stained shirt.
"Blitzy, are you even listening to me?" Stolas whined through the speakerphone on the desk. Blitzo tossed the coffee-soaked papers into the trash can and unbuttoned his shirt, fanning the scalded patch of skin on his chest with his hand.
"Uh...yeah, I'm listening." Blitzo lied. Stolas could read him like a book.
"Then what did I just say?" The Goetian Prince asked, with a wholly audible smirk. Blitzo thought for a few seconds. Stolas had mentioned a job, something Moxxie would be suited for. And then his thoughts had turned completely to Moxxie.
"You mentioned a job that my number one employee would be perfect for!" Blitzo replied smugly, a self satisfied grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. Stolas let out a chuckle.
"Half right, my dear." Stolas chided playfully. "I mentioned that one of my contacts on Earth had a job for you. You were the one who mentioned young Moxxie. You've mentioned his name more than usual recently, Blitzy, is everything alright between you two?"
"He's just having some performance issues at work, Stolas. Y'know, missing targets, metaphorically and literally." Blitzo replied, trying to sound nonchalant as images of his employee sprawled out naked in front of him, beckoning him closer, flashed through his mind. Blitzo dug his nails into the hard wood of his desk, willing the images to leave his mind and for the aching tightness in his pants to dissipate. Stolas said nothing for a few moments and then sighed.
"Alright, I won't pry any further." There was something in his voice that told Blitzo the Goetian Prince knew he wasn't telling the full story. "I'll forward the contract details over in a few moments. But you were right about one thing though, my Crimson Casanova. Moxxie's skill set would come in handy on this job."

"Alexander Baros. Thirty five year old investment banker and philanthropist from Athens. Hosting a charity event for war orphans or some shit." Blitzo muttered, lighting a cigarette and taking a long draw.
Moxxie adjusted the focus on his sniper rifle's scope. A gentle Mediterranean breeze rustled the palm trees in front of the Casino. He would have to compensate for that if the wind picked up.
Blitzo watched as Moxxie lined up possible shots. His ability with a sniper was impeccable. Usually. Moxxie's stance, the way he scanned the crowd, the almost imperceptible muscle movements and aim adjustment to simulate wind compensation. It was like watching a musician tuning up before a concert. Professional. Graceful, in a way.

Lithe.

Supple.

Fervently batting away a mental image of Moxxie's legs wrapped around his waist as he pushed the white-haired Imp up against the wall, Blitzo turned his attention back to the dossier. He could let his mind wander later, once the job was done.
"He's gonna be arriving in a prototype electric Fiorentina, should definitely stand out." Blitzo sighed, taking a final draw from his cigarette and flicking the butt off the side of the building.

Moxxie rested the support stand of his sniper rifle on the wall of the balcony and looked across the street. Luxury cars were rolling up to the Casino. Spotlights threw beams of bright, white light up into the clear night sky and flashes from paparazzi cameras illuminated the numerous celebrities and politicians as they made their way up the red-carpeted steps to the doors of the Casino. Along either side of the street, bright, gaudy neon signs advertised high-class nightclubs, restaurants and live erotic shows. Humans, both drunk and sober, mobbed the sidewalks, laughing, shouting, fighting and vomiting. Sometimes, Moxxie thought, Earth and Hell were more similar than not.
"Charity, environmentalism, advocating for ethical business practices, this dude must have SOME fucking skeletons in his closet. Whaddaya reckon, Moxx?" Blitzo perched on the balcony wall, swinging his legs idly over the fourteen-storey drop.
"Mhmm." Moxxie murmured, concentrating on picking out Baros' vehicle from the procession of cars queuing at the Casino entrance. "And he's absolutely sure that this guy's got to be in front of the cameras when I pull the trigger?"
"Yeah, Stolas was VERY specific about that detail. His contact wants it done in full view of the media or so he says." Blitzo vaulted himself back over onto the balcony terrace in one fluid motion. "My primary concern is getting the paycheck for this gig, fuck knows we need it right now. So you just keep your eyes open and your hand steady, make sure you drop the fucker clean when he turns up." Blitzo walked behind Moxxie and leaned against the wall, folding his arms across his chest, watching closely as his employee scanned the street below for their target.

"You know I can do this alone, Sir." Moxxie stated flatly, not turning from his work. "I don't need you here watching over my shoulder."
"Hah!" Blitzo snorted. "Moxx, I can think of a million things I'd rather be doing right now than babysitting your ass on a basic shoot n' scoot, but with you missing your last three targets, I can't take the risk. We need the cash and I need to make sure this guy gets clapped. And if YOU can't do that, I will."
Moxxie said nothing. That worried Blitzo. Usually Moxxie would turn straight around and make some overly wordy statement about Blitzo's ineptitude as a boss, the company he kept, his behaviour toward his employees, that sort of thing. Missing three targets in a row was completely unlike Moxxie. Missing ANY targets was unlike him. Maybe there was actually something wrong with him.
"Moxx? You okay?" Blitzo asked, trying to sound as serious as he could. "You'd usually come back at me with some long-winded rebuke, what's the matter with you?"
"I'm okay." Moxxie replied.
"You sure?" Blitzo quizzed, walking over beside Moxxie and leaning against the balcony wall. "Because it certainly doesn't feel like you're okay."
"I'm fine!" Moxxie snarled, gritting his pointed teeth. "Just let me do my fucking job, Blitz!" Blitzo bit back the urge to open his mouth and give Moxxie a full-frontal verbal assault.

The pair stood in silence for a while. Moxxie scanned the crowd below for their target, Blitzo smoked three cigarettes and tapped away on his phone. The crowd gathered around the Casino steps roared and cheered as celebrities and dignitaries arrived one after the other. Loud music blared away into the night.
Moxxie sighed and lowered his rifle. Blitzo looked at him, expectantly.
"I've been having these...dreams for a couple weeks now." Moxxie croaked. He looked up at the taller Imp. Blitzo only now realised how tired Moxxie looked. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days. "They start off the same way. I'm standing in your office. You're there. You start getting mad at me, I get mad back, one of us says something stupid and it ends with us nearly killing each other or..." He trailed off.
"...Or?" Blitzo pressed. He had a gut feeling that he knew what Moxxie was getting at.
"Or...you and me...look, we end up-" Moxxie stopped abruptly. A combination of embarrassment, shame and fear lingered across his features. Blitzo could have sworn that Moxxie's cheeks were turning a darker shade of red. The smaller Imp looked away quickly, raising his rifle once again, trying to focus on the mission.
"We end up what?" Blitzo probed, willing Moxxie to continue. "You can't just leave me hangin' in suspense, Moxx. Moxx?"
"I see the car." Moxxie replied, his tone flat and emotionless.
"Come on, Moxxie, tell me!" Blitzo whined. He forgot the mission as burning curiosity took over and clouded his judgement.
"Car's pulling up to the Casino. Cameras are turning." Moxxie replied, moving as he followed the target through the rifle's scope. "Sir, please, I need to focus!"

"Moxxie."

"Baros is getting out of the car. He's waving to the crowd. I need quiet, Sir!"

"Do we end up fucking?"

"ALRIGHT, YES!" Moxxie exploded, tearing his head away from the scope to glare at Blitzo. "YES, WE END UP FUCKING!" And then, without looking away from the taller Imp, he squeezed the trigger.
The sniper rifle coughed, muffled by the silencer but completely inaudible against the commotion and music below.

Three seconds passed.

The roar of the crowd fell silent.

There was a scream.

Then more screaming.

And then, absolute chaos erupted in the streets.

"Holy shit, Moxx." Blitzo breathed, staring down at the shitstorm as medical teams rushed in and civilians surged forward to gawk or ran for cover. "You didn't even look..."
"You're INCESSANT!" Moxxie raged, pulling the rifle back from the balcony edge, snapping the safety into place and roughly propping it up against the wall. "You're childish and you're puerile and you're-"
"Treating you like the bottom bitch you are in your dreams?" Blitzo finished smugly, a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Oh, here we go." Moxxie sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He'd never hear the end of this now. This was going to be Blitzo's talking point for the next month.

A/N: I just had to do a second chapter, I had too many ideas going through my head. And it's been just over a year since I published this story, so I guess that's somewhat fitting. I've got a third chapter in the works and I'll try and get that done before the second anniversary of this story. I hope you've enjoyed reading it and if you'd like to leave a review, please do.