Once a month, on the full moon - that was the deal.
In the beginning, Blitz had expected it to become a chore despite how well his and Stolas's first sexual encounter had gone. After all, the imp liked being the one to call the shots- to decide the where, when, and who. To his surprise, though, the full moon never loomed over him like the obligation it was meant to be, and he found himself anticipating these visits more and more.
Unfortunately, tonight was not his night.
Blitz hoisted himself over the balcony, staggering a bit when his feet hit the ground, Stolas's fancy magic book clenched between his teeth.
The imp knew he was allowed to use the front entrance, but he had already gotten way too comfortable around Stolas, and walking into the Prince's home as though he were a guest instead of whatever he really was would have just complicated things further. So, when Blitz's usual method of carrying the book with his tail had made his lower back start to cramp, the assassin had to improvise.
He took the book from his mouth and tucked it under his arm, annoyed that he had to catch his breath from a climb he'd made over a dozen times before. Even worse, the queasy feeling in his stomach that had been coming and going for the last few days had returned. The imp was starting to wish he had canceled. Stolas wouldn't have minded, and they could have easily rescheduled, but it was too late to back out now.
Instead, Blitz took a moment to compose himself before pushing the bedroom doors open and stepping inside.
"Ah, there you are, darling."
The imp 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.
Despite his exhaustion, Blitz felt his pulse quicken, and his pupils dilate; the sight of the owl teasing himself sent heat spreading from the imp's chest down to his groin, and his resolve strengthened.
'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 feel like shit.
So Blitz focused on the growing need between his legs as he tossed the book on the dresser and quickly undressed, spurred on by Stolas's breathy exhales as the owl continued to touch himself.
The Prince keened at the sight of the imp's naked body, and Blitz wore a seductive smile as he approached, their eyes locked as he pounced onto the bed. He snatched the owl's wrist, ending the self-pleasure as he pinned it against the mattress. Then he 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 other demon 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 tight 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, the smaller demon felt a non-sexual heat flush through his entire body, his stomach protesting against the movements he was making as his vision blurred around the edges.
Fuck.
The Prince was lost in the throes of passion, unaware of his lover's predicament as he begged, pleaded, and writhed under the imp. Blitz moved his hands from the owl's wrists to tightly grip the taller demon's waist before increasing his speed, glad his following groan could easily be mistaken for enthusiasm.
Now that the Prince's hands were free, he reached down to grab the imp's horns—a common move between them that Blitz had never minded in the past. However, the forceful tug that followed was too much for the already lightheaded assassin, and the room spun in a dizzy blur before his eyes rolled back, and everything faded to black.
When Blitz came to, he was on his back, someone gently but urgently patting his cheek and a worried voice saying his name.
Not good.
Blitz groaned as he forced his heavy eyelids to open, blinking at Stolas's anxious face above him. Any relief the imp might have felt at the Prince no longer looking like a blurry mess was immediately eclipsed by the realization of what had just happened.
"Fuck."
The single curse from the imp had the owl sighing in relief.
"Oh, thank Lucifer," Stolas's shoulders sagged. "I was so worried, Darling. Are you alright?"
Blitz pulled away from the hand still on the side of his face, ignoring the Prince's warning to take it easy as he pushed his tired body to sit up. The imp was relieved that neither the room nor his head was spinning, but the queasiness in his stomach lingered, as did the concern on Stolas's face.
"You fainted, Dear," the owl informed him, "gave me quite a fright, but you were only out for about a minute."
Blitz covered his face with both hands to poorly muffle a loud groan because hearing he 'fainted' made the assassin feel like a much bigger pussy than if the Prince had told him he'd 'passed out'.
"Fuck- that was my bad," it was the closest to an apology Blitz could manage as he turned to try and push Stolas back down on the mattress, "Let's just get back to fucking and-"
"No, no, none of that," the bird protested. "You're clearly not feeling well."
Blitz scowled.
"I'm fine," the imp insisted. "Work was just shit today, and I haven't been sleeping well," he tried to excuse. "Plus, we got a deal, remember?"
Stolas frowned as if he actually had forgotten why Blitz was there. He was also still staring at the imp as though he was worried—like he actually cared.
"Fuck, just stop 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, "Perhaps we should reschedule tonight's activities."
Blitz scoffed.
"What? Worried I can't still get you off?" he asked, narrowing his eyes at the perceived challenge.
Stolas's gaze remained frustratingly soft.
"That's not what I'm worried about, Darling."
Blitz couldn't handle it.
He growled as he lunged at the unsuspecting demon and used what little strength he had to pin the owl down on the bed. Stolas let out a gasp of surprise and pleasure at being manhandled, and the imp smirked.
This is what they were supposed to be doing.
This is what made sense.
"Now, let's-" his stomach churned, and Blitz shut his eyes in frustration, "fucking hell, you have got to be kidding me!"
He pulled away from the owl and scrambled to get off the bed, ignoring the worried cry of his name as he frantically surveyed the room, gaze darting around until it finally settled on the small wastebasket next to the polished dresser. Blitz darted forward and dropped to his knees just in time to start heaving, emptying the meager contents of his stomach and coughing at the foul taste left behind in his mouth.
He stared down into the trashcan as he caught his breath, trying not to flinch at the gentle touch just beneath the spines on his back as Stolas knelt beside him. The owl offered one of the bottled waters they kept nearby and the smaller demon silently accepted, rinsing his mouth out and then finishing the rest of the water off before tossing the empty bottle in the trash.
"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 the words didn't make him feel like an even greater failure, but knowing the owl was right. The mood was ruined, and there was no salvaging it. Even with his stomach beginning to settle, the imp was too tired to make any more attempts.
"Yeah," he quietly relented, opening his eyes but still too ashamed to look at Stolas. "I'll just get dressed and g-OH!"
The imp was completely caught off guard as the owl swiftly lifted him into his arms.
"What the fuck, Stolas!"
He squirmed as the prince carried him over to the bed and gently placed him down, tucking the blanket over the imp's waist. He ignored Blitz's glare as he pressed the back of his hand to the smaller demon's forehead, humming thoughtfully.
"You don't seem to be running a fever."
Blitz scowled and leaned away from the touch.
"I'm not sick," he stubbornly replied.
"The contents of my waste basket would say otherwise," Stolas retorted, causing the imp's face to flush with heat.
"Yeah, well... I'm fine now," Blitz sulked, arms crossed over his chest. "If you don't want me to fuck you, then I should just go."
For some reason, this seemed to sadden the owl.
"The only thing I want is for you to rest," he corrected, "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, although he still made no effort to get up, "I'll come back for the van tomorrow."
Stolas fidgeted, appearing unsure.
"I'd feel better if I can keep an eye on you," he confessed at last. "Just in case."
Blitz regarded the Prince with suspicion.
"So, what? You want me to spend the night? No sex?"
The owl nodded without hesitation.
"That's precisely what I'm suggesting, yes," he replied, pausing for a moment before adding in a more thoughtful tone, "Although I would 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 offered, gazing down at the imp with a pleading expression. "If nothing else, it would ease my concerns over the matter."
Blitz let out a sigh and then narrowed his eyes at Stolas.
"You're not going to let this go, are you?"
The owl met his gaze with stubborn silence.
Frustrated, Blitz let out a groan and, too exhausted to argue further, relented.
"Ugh, fine!" he said, falling back onto the bed and pulling the covers up to his neck as he lay on his side.
When Blitz realized he was still facing the Prince, he inwardly cursed himself for not turning the other way.
"I'll go tomorrow after work," he declared. "Is that okay with you, Your Highness?"
The owl's demeanor immediately brightened upon hearing the news, seemingly unaffected by the other demon's moodiness.
"Oh, Blitzy, that would be wonderful."
The imp huffed, not sure how to handle Stolas's obvious relief.
"Stop being weird and get your feathered ass in bed," he muttered, effectively ending the conversation as he closed his eyes.
Stolas quickly joined him, pulling the cover over himself as he snuggled down to admire the imp, whose breathing was already evening out in sleep. Now that he was paying closer attention, the Prince could see the bags under his lover's eyes that spoke of restless nights and stress, and he couldn't help but feel his worry return.
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 quiet concern, Stolas gave into the temptation to reach over and gently run his fingers down the curve of one of Blitz's horns.
When 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. Yet, the smaller demon merely gazed with drooping eyes, sighed softly, and shuffled across the sheets to nestle against the owl, draping an arm over him and allowing his tail to wind loosely around Stolas's leg.
"It's just the flu," Blitz mumbled sleepily into a feathered chest. "Stop worrying."
The owl melted, heart so full that he couldn't help but pull the imp closer and nuzzle the space between his horns.
"I'll try, my dear." Stolas replied, voice soft and content now, "Just rest."
Blitz tried not to dwell on how little he minded the snuggling, even though he had only initiated it to wipe that look off the prince's face. He also ignored the warm and fuzzy feeling that the happy coo from the owl stirred in him.
He let out a soft sigh and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift back to sleep, but not before thinking how stupid he was for staying in the first place.