Every night on the full moon.
That was the deal, and Blitz was a demon of his word.
Even now, with limbs aching from a rough day on the job and his mind near the brink of exhaustion from several nights of poor sleep, he climbed the side of the palace without fail, entering the bedroom from the balcony doors.
"Ah, there you are, darling."
Blitz followed Stolas's low, sultry voice to the bed where the owl lay stretched out on his side, head propped up on one hand. Hooded ruby eyes glowed in the low-lit room, Stolas's tail fanning out behind him as he slid one of his talons down the length of his stomach, slipping between his now parted thighs.
It almost seemed unfair at times to Blitz that his end of the deal was just a one-night fuck session a month. In the beginning, he had expected it to be a chore despite how well their first sexual encounter had gone- After all, Blitz liked being the one to call the shots, to decide the who and where and when, and yet...the full moon never loomed over him like the obligation it was supposed to be.
Unfortunately... tonight was not his night.
He'd felt relatively fine on the drive there, but now the queasy feeling in his stomach that had been coming and going for the last few days had returned. Blitz was beginning to think he should have canceled- Stolas wouldn't have minded, and they could have always rescheduled, but Blitz was not backing out now- not when the owl was right in front of him looking like... that.
Regardless of the nausea, Blitz felt his pulse quicken, pupils dilating as the sight sent heat spreading from his chest down to his groin.
'I can do this real fast,' he thought, actually meaning it this time.
Despite the usual adventurous nature of their sexual encounters, Blitz knew he'd get no complaints from the Prince for giving it to him fast and hard, even if he happened to doze off afterward before another round. He knew Stolas would join him rather than wake him up, which Blitz was grateful for since he desperately needed a good night's rest, especially if he had any chance of fighting off whatever was making him sick.
Ignoring how rundown he felt, Blitz tossed the book on the dresser and quickly undressed, smiling seductively as he approached and pounced onto the bed. He snatched the owl's wrist, pulling it away to pin it against the mattress, and swung his leg over Stolas's waist, pinning the Prince's other wrist against the opposite side.
"Hey there, Birdie," he leered down at the horny owl, his low, husky voice already making the Prince shiver beneath him, "Daddy's a little impatient tonight."
And that was as good as a warning Blitz would give; the pinprick white pupils in Stolas's lower eyes and how he felt the Prince's pulse quicken from his grip on his wrists felt like permission, as did how slick the owl's cloaca already was as he slid in without much resistance, Stolas moaning his approval.
Before long, they had settled into a steady rhythm, Blitz thrusting in and out of Stolas's warmth as the owl whined and begged, canting his hips up as he pleaded for more, more, more - and Christ on a stick, it felt good!
Just as the pleasure started to reach its peak, though, Blitz felt a non-sexual heat flush through his entire body, his stomach protesting against the movements he was making.
'fuck'
He felt lightheaded now, and his vision was getting blurry, but he managed to disguise his groan as enthusiasm as he tried even harder to please Stolas and not ruin the whole night. His hands moved from the owl's wrists and tightly gripped his waist instead.
Stolas was still lost in the throes of passion, and with his hands now free, he reached down to grab the imp's horns- a common move between them and something Blitz had never minded in the past. However, the following tug threw Blitz completely off balance, and there was no time to call out a warning or even cuss as the room spun and his blurry vision gave way to darkness.
The next thing he realized was that he was lying on his back, with someone gently patting his face and worriedly calling his name.
Not good.
He groaned and blinked his eyes open to see Stolas's anxious face hovering above him.
"Blitz? Oh, thank hell," the owl sighed, shoulders slumping, "I was so worried, Darling. Are you alright?"
When Blitz realized that Stolas had one of his hands gently placed on the side of his face, he instinctively flinched back from the tender display, shifting his weight to try to sit up despite Stolas insisting he remain still and rest.
"Mn... fine," Blitz grunted as he finally got upright. He was glad that the room wasn't spinning anymore and that Stolas didn't look like a blurry mess, but he was annoyed at the lingering queasiness in his guts.
"You fainted, Dear," the owl informed him, "Gave me quite a fright, but you were only out for about a minute."
Blitz rubbed his hands over his face to poorly muffle a loud groan before reaching over to try and push Stolas back against the bed.
"Shit- that was my bad," it was the closest to an apology Blitz could manage at the moment, "Let's just get back to fucking and-"
"No, no, none of that," The bird protested, "You're clearly unwell, Dear."
Blitz scowled.
"I'm fine," He insisted, "Just haven't been sleeping well. Plus, we got a deal, remember?"
Stolas frowned as if he had forgotten why Blitz was there. He was also still staring at the imp as though he was worried—like he actually cared.
"Just stop fucking looking at me like that!" Blitz snapped, spines raising on his back, "I'm not some helpless fuck that you get to pity."
"I'm merely concerned for you," Stolas corrected, brow furrowed, "Are you certain you're up for our usual activities?"
Blitz smirked, eyes narrowed at the challenge.
"What? Worried I can't still get you off?"
Stolas's gaze remained frustratingly soft.
"That's not what I'm worried about, Darling."
Blitz gave a low growl as he lunged at the unsuspecting demon, who was far too sentimental at the moment. Using what little strength he had, he pinned the owl down on the bed by his shoulders and felt a surge of excitement when Stolas let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure at being manhandled—this is what they were supposed to be doing, this is what made sense.
"Now, let's-" his stomach turned, and he closed his eyes in frustration, "fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me!"
Blitz pulled away from the owl and scrambled to get off the bed. He ignored the worried cry of his name as he frantically surveyed the room, his gaze darting around until it finally settled on the small wastebasket next to the polished dresser.
Blitz darted forward just in time to fall to his knees and empty the meager contents of his stomach inside, heaving and coughing at the foul taste left behind in his mouth as he tried to catch his breath.
He flinched at the gentle touch on his back as Stolas knelt beside him, wordlessly handing him one of the bottle waters they usually kept nearby. Blitz sighed as he rinsed his mouth and finished the rest of the water before tossing it in the trash can with everything else.
Damn it.
"Are you feeling any better?"
Blitz winced at the gentle question, feeling so unworthy of the kindness in Stolas's voice that the words felt like nails scratching against the chalkboard of his mind.
"This...this doesn't fucking mean anything," he insisted weakly, "I can still-"
"No." came the gentle but firm reply, "You are not well, and we will not continue our usual activities tonight."
Blitz shut his eyes, wishing those words didn't make him feel like an even greater failure. After a moment, he sighed, shoulders slumping in defeat and exhaustion.
"Yeah," he finally agreed, voice low and resigned, "I'll just g-OH!"
He had been completely unprepared for the owl to pick him up, cradling him in his arms like a child or, damn, like a blushing bride.
"What the fuck, Stolas!" he protested, squirming slightly as the Prince carried him over to the bed and gently laid him down, ignoring Blitz's glare as he pulled the cover up past the imp's waist and then placed the back of his hand on the smaller demon's forehead.
"Hmm, you don't seem to be running a fever."
Blitz pouted as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm not sick." he stubbornly denied.
"The contents of my waste basket would say otherwise," Stolas quipped back, one eyebrow raised slightly in a challenge.
Blitz felt his face heat up.
"Yeah, well...I'm fine now," he insisted, "If you don't want me to fuck you, then I should just leave."
"The only thing I want is for you to rest," the owl replied, "Even if you don't feel ill, you are still clearly exhausted, and I wouldn't feel right about you driving yourself home."
"Just open a portal, then," Blitz griped, "I'll come back for the van tomorrow."
This time, Stolas pouted.
"I'd feel better if I could watch over you," he revealed, "Just in case."
Blitz sent the Prince a suspicious look.
"So what? You want me to just sleep over? No sex?"
"That's precisely what I'm proposing, yes." Stolas replied, "Although I'd feel much better if a doctor were to see you as well."
Blitz scoffed.
"Oh fuck that," he said, "No way am I paying some crackpot to tell me I got the Flu or some shit. Waste of fucking time and money."
"I'd be more than happy to cover the bill," The Prince volunteered, "If nothing else than to ease my concerns over the matter."
Blitz narrowed his eyes at Stolas.
"You are not gonna let this go, are you?"
The owl stared right back at him in stubborn silence.
"Fuck! Fine!" Blitz snapped, pulling the cover up to his neck as he twisted to lay on his side, still facing towards the Prince- damn it, why hadn't he turned the other way?
"I'll go tomorrow after work, alright? That good enough for you, your Highness ?"
The owl's expression instantly lightened at the news, not bothered by the imp's moodiness.
"Oh, Blitzy, that would be wonderful."
A sense of relief washed over Stolas even as Blitz closed his eyes, signifying the end of the conversation.
The owl moved to join him on the bed, covering himself as he snuggled down to admire the imp, who appeared to be already fast asleep. Now that Stolas was paying closer attention, he could see the bags under his lover's eyes that spoke of sleepless nights and stress, and he felt himself frowning again.
He wished he could do more than just offer to pay doctor bills and let Blitz sleep in his bed. After all, if Blitz so desired, Stolas would have him share his bed every night- especially now that Stella was out of the picture.
After a few moments of quietly worrying, Stolas reached over and gently ran his fingers down the curve of one of Blitz's horns. However, the imp wasn't as deeply asleep as the Prince had thought, and yellow eyes blinked open to regard him with drowsy confusion.
Stolas immediately pulled his hand back, feeling guilty for disturbing Blitz's much-needed rest, but the smaller demon just let out a short sigh before scooting across the sheets until he was up against the other's chest.
Blitz wrapped his arms loosely around the owl, his tail curling around his waist.
"It's just the flu," he mumbled sleepily into Stolas's feathers, "Stop worrying."
Blitz felt Stolas melt.
The owl wrapped his arms around Blitz and pulled him closer with a happy coo that didn't make the assassin feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"I'll try, my dear." Stolas replied, voice soft and content, "Just rest now."
Blitz closed his eyes with a small exhale, letting himself drift back off to sleep, but not without thinking about how stupid he was for staying in the first place.