(A/N: There's sex in this chapter. You've been warned.)
Eight years had passed since the fateful day Blitzo and Fizzarolli left the circus. Blitzo had matured into a full-fledged adult, his impish nature now complemented by the confidence of experience. He had found a comfortable niche living in his grandmother's newly renovated house in the Pride ring. The lavish surroundings were a testament to his newfound success.
Blitzo now worked alongside Fizzarolli, his boyfriend, in their roles as commercial advertisers for Mammon. They were the faces of the prince of greed's empire, lending their charisma and charm to various products, from cookware to weapons. It was a job that allowed them to enjoy their lavish lifestyle and had certainly taken the couple far from their circus days.
On this particular morning, Blitzo woke up in the opulent surroundings of his Pride ring residence. The sun pierced through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the room. Blitzo stretched and yawned, ready to face another day in Hell.
As he rose from his comfortable bed, Blitzo couldn't help but glance at the picture of himself and Fizzarolli on the nightstand. It was a memento of their journey together, a reminder of how far they had come.
Blitzo dressed for the day and made his way downstairs. The luxury of his new life was something he still marveled at. As he headed out of the house, a sleek limo awaited him outside, ready to take him to a filming set in the Greed ring.
Blitzo stepped into the limo, greeted by its plush interior. It was a far cry from the rickety circus caravans of his past. He settled into the comfortable leather seats and leaned back as the driver began the journey.
The ride was smooth, allowing Blitzo to enjoy a cup of iced coffee to kickstart his day. He couldn't function without caffeine, and the habit had stuck with him throughout the years. He wore a pair of stylish sunglasses, the kind befitting someone of his current stature.
The limo arrived at the bustling filming set in the Greed ring. As the driver opened the door, Blitzo stepped out, ready for another day of work.
Fizzarolli, who had arrived early, greeted him with a teasing smile. "Took you long enough, Blitzo. I've been waiting."
Blitzo chuckled as he walked over to his boyfriend, holding up his iced coffee. "I need my caffeine fix, Fizz. We made a quick stop on the way."
Fizzarolli smirked and sipped his steaming latte. "You and your coffee addiction. Come on, we've got a commercial to shoot."
The two of them bantered playfully as they made their way to the set. Their chemistry was undeniable, not just as partners in work but as a loving couple. The years had brought them closer together, and their shared experiences had strengthened their bond.
As they arrived on set, they were ready to face the cameras, their charismatic presence lighting up the screen as they sold products and brought Mammon's vision to life. They had come a long way from the circus, and life in Hell had taken on a different, more glamorous hue.
The commercial shoot for Mammon's new product, the "Massag-O 400," was in full swing. The two charismatic demons, Blitzo and Fizzarolli, were center stage, ready to work their magic and put their showman skills to the test. The "Massag-O 400" was Mammon's latest creation, a massage chair that promised the world but would eventually cost customers an arm and a leg, just like most of Mammon's products.
The chair came with a plethora of features, each one more alluring than the last. But what the customers didn't know was that, true to Mammon's nature, they'd need to pay extra for every single feature. It was a clever con that the prince of greed had perfected over the years.
The director called for action, and the cameras started rolling. Blitzo and Fizzarolli, wearing their best fake smiles and dressed in sleek attire, faced the sleek massage chair. Blitzo started, "Hey there, folks! We're here to introduce you to the incredible Massag-O 400!"
Fizzarolli chimed in, "That's right! This is no ordinary massage chair. It's got more features than you can shake a pentagram at!"
They both gestured to the chair's controls, a smorgasbord of buttons and dials that seemed almost too good to be true. Blitzo continued, "We're talking Shiatsu massage, deep tissue massage, Swedish massage—you name it, this chair can do it!"
Fizzarolli leaned in, excitement in his voice. "But that's not all! How about a heating function that'll make you feel like you're in the fiery depths of hell itself?"
Blitzo chuckled, "And let's not forget the built-in aroma diffuser. Choose your favorite scent: brimstone, sulfur, or even... cinnamon."
The two demons put on a show, their antics and crude humor deflecting from the fact that every extra feature came with an extra cost. They sold the Massag-O 400 with enthusiasm, masking the truth that it was just another piece of junk designed to swindle consumers out of their hard-earned money.
After the shoot was wrapped, the directors and the crew applauded Blitzo and Fizzarolli for their performance. "Great job, you two! Another fantastic commercial," the director said, genuinely impressed.
Blitzo and Fizzarolli exchanged glances and exchanged high-fives. They had become masters of disguising Mammon's products as irresistible temptations. "Thanks! We had a blast," Blitzo replied, his smile still holding strong.
Fizzarolli added, "Yeah, we're always happy to help Mammy make his products look good."
As they exited the set, they couldn't help but laugh together.
Later, in Blitzo and Fizz's dressing room... the two were having some much needed "downtime".
Blitzo was bent over a couch, his ass in the air as Fizz was currently plowing him hard. The demon's thrusts were fast and rough, causing Blitzo's ass to shake with each movement.
Blitzo gasped and moaned, his claws digging into the fabric of the couch. Fizz's cock was hitting all the right spots, and he couldn't get enough. "Oh fuck, Fizz! Yes, yes, right there! Harder, please," Blitzo cried out.
Fizz smirked, "You like that, huh?" He gave his lover's ass a rough slap, the sound echoing in the room.
"Mhm! I love it," Blitzo moaned.
Fizz increased his pace, thrusting faster and deeper. His cock was buried inside Blitzo's tight hole, and he could feel his orgasm approaching. He reached around and began stroking Blitzo's cock, his hand moving in sync with his hips.
"You want me to cum in your ass?" Fizz growled, his voice low and husky.
"Fuck yes, fill me up, baby," Blitzo responded, his body trembling with pleasure.
With a few more hard thrusts, Fizz came deep inside his boyfriend's ass. Blitzo followed suit, cumming onto the couch beneath him.
As they rode out the waves of their orgasms, Fizz pulled out and collapsed on top of Blitzo, the two panting heavily. They enjoyed the afterglow of their intense session, taking a moment to collect themselves.
"Fuck, that was amazing," Blitzo breathed, his tail wrapping around Fizz's leg.
"You're telling me," Fizz replied, giving Blitzo a kiss on the cheek.
As Blitzo and Fizzarolli went about their everyday lives, there was an underlying strain in their relationship that neither had openly acknowledged. Despite their successful commercial shoots and the short moments of laughter in their dressing rooms, their busy schedules began to take a toll on their bond.
Blitzo, in moments of introspection, couldn't help but feel like he wasn't worthy of Fizzarolli's love and admiration. He saw how beloved and admired Fizzarolli was in the entertainment world, especially when performing at Asmodeus's dinner theater in the Lust ring. Sometimes, Blitzo felt more like a fan with benefits than a true romantic partner. He worried that Fizzarolli deserved someone better, someone who could offer him more.
On the other hand, Fizzarolli saw Blitzo drowning himself in his work, tirelessly building his business and taking on more and more responsibilities. He worried that one day, Blitzo might get so wrapped up in his business ventures that he'd forget about him. Although Fizzarolli understood Blitzo's ambition and drive, he longed for more quality time together, for Blitzo to prioritize their relationship.
While their relationship might have seemed stable on the surface, these underlying issues had slowly started to pull them apart. Their interactions had become more infrequent, their conversations less heartfelt, and their connection less intense.
It was only a matter of time before they would have to address these concerns and decide how to navigate their busy lives while keeping their love alive and strong.
Meanwhile, after another one of Fizzarolli's impressive performances at Ozzie's, Asmodeus, with a warm smile, said, "Fizzarolli, my dear, you've done it again. That was an amazing performance. You truly know how to captivate an audience."
Fizzarolli managed a grateful nod but couldn't hide the vacant look in his eyes. He mumbled, "Thank you, Asmodeus," but it felt empty, even to himself.
As he sat in his dressing room, he took out a list of Asmodeus's daily tasks, which he had dutifully taken on as the king's assistant. He read through the items on the list in an almost robotic manner, his voice void of emotion. "Your appointments for the day include meeting with Lord Lustrean, scheduling the upcoming Lust Festival, and reviewing the invitations for your next soirée," he recited, each word sounding mechanical.
Asmodeus, who had observed Fizzarolli's emotional detachment, couldn't help but acknowledge the turmoil beneath the surface. However, understanding that the moment wasn't right for a deep conversation, he decided to focus on his own responsibilities. He responded to Fizzarolli, "Thank you, my dear. I appreciate your dedication. I have quite a busy day ahead."
Asmodeus had a dozen things on his to-do list, and while he wanted to address Fizzarolli's emotional state, he realized it would have to wait. He couldn't afford to be distracted from his royal duties at the moment, but he made a mental note to talk to Fizzarolli when the time was more suitable.
Meanwhile at Blitzo's mansion, he sat in his office, working on his business. He drummed his fingers on the desk, frustration evident in his expression as he stared at the blank sheet of paper before him. The name of his business weighed heavily on his mind, and the pressure of standing out in a saturated market was getting to him. He muttered to himself, "Assassination businesses are a dime a dozen in Hell. How am I supposed to make mine unique?"
He longed for Fizzarolli's presence, knowing that his boyfriend had a knack for catchy names and innovative ideas. Blitzo shook his head as he considered asking for Fizz's help, realizing that he was alone in the room. He couldn't help but reminisce about the days when Fizzarolli would be right there with him, and they'd work together on projects like this.
Blitzo finally spoke, his voice tinged with melancholy, "Fizz... You were always so good with names. You had a way of making things stand out. I could really use your help right now."
A heavy silence filled the room, and Blitzo had an internal battle with his own thoughts. He knew that he and Fizzarolli were leading increasingly separate lives, and it was taking a toll on their relationship. Those moments of brainstorming, of working together, had become rare occurrences.
As Blitzo sat in the silence, lost in his own thoughts, he realized the truth: he had grown apart from Fizzarolli, and it was affecting him more than he had thought.
Finally, with a deep sigh, he admitted, "I need to clear my head." Blitzo pushed himself up from his chair and decided to step outside, hoping to find inspiration.