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«I need that bitch killed before the end of the month! I can’t have her retiring MY award. She betrayed me!» Stolas sighed, annoyed. All those gala nights with the Goetia hadn’t prepared him for this. The sinners could be so insistent. «As I said, we’ll see what we can do, but as you can see, we are already full of work. Having your target killed before the end of the month will cost you more.» The sinner, who resembled a Ciclide flowerhorn with her enormous forehead and flashing colors, didn’t seem pleased.
«Ugh! Why do I have to talk with you?! I heard what the hellborns tell about you. I want to talk with that little Imp Boss! Why is he not here?» One of Stolas' eyes twitched, and he had to fight the urge to hit his head on the desk. He didn’t understand how Blitz managed to keep his cool, but knowing him… he hadn’t. «He’s out buying mission supplies.» That was when Blitz decided to burst into the office with Millie and a bunch of bags full of clothes.
«We’re back bitches! And we find a lot of cool disguises.» He opened the chest near the entrance with a kick and dropped all the clothes and wigs in there.
«Oh, finally! — The sinner walked before Blitz, arms crossed and a pissed face. — Your damn owl will not listen to me! I need that bitch killed before the end of the month! And I will not pay extra money for that, you have two weeks to kill that bitch! How much time could it take?» Blitz looked her up and down before walking to Stolas. «Who’s her?»
«The eleven o’clock appointment. She refuses to leave. I was about to call Loona.» Blitz nodded — a hand on Stolas' shoulder, his claws sank into his feathers — and turned to the sinner. «Stolas already told you our prices. If you have a problem with that or my secretary, you'd better leave. Or I will call my daughter. She loves taking out the trash.» The menacing smile on his face sent a shiver up Stolas’ back. Blitz at work was always so damn hot. How should he have taken things slowly with Blitz looking like that? He was so fucked.
The sinner reddened, his expression transfigured in contempt and anger, and she started growing and deforming.
«You are just fucking trash! Not even Satan cares about your disgusting race! I need a job done, and you’ll do it!» Blitz didn’t have time to grab his gun; the sinner got caught from behind by Loona and was thrown out the window. The splat and honks following could be heard from the office.
«Loonie, sweety! You always have the best timing. — Blitz jumped to his daughter and hugged her. She rolled her eyes, but Millie and Stolas could see her hand on his shoulder and the slight swoosh of her tail. Seeing Loona warming up with everybody after the trial made him feel warm and happy for Blitz, but also a bit sad. He missed his Via so much, not knowing whether he would be able to adjust things with her was killing him. He knew he fucked up more than enough for one life, but he would never stop trying to make amends for it. He won’t die knowing his little owlet thinks he doesn't love her. — That was the last for this morning, right? Let’s go eat. Millie and I saw a new place coming back.»
«I’m going to get Moxxie!»
«He’s in the meeting room, working on our next mission or something.»
Blitz made his way between Stolas’ legs, leaning on the desk. His hands caressed his face, fixing up some of his feathers messed up by Stolas passing nervously his hands between them.
«Are you ok, feathers? Rough morning?» Stolas leaned on Blitz, his arms around his waist. It still felt so absurd that now he could hug and touch him whenever he wanted. Stolas always dreamed about this, but the reality was so much better. Blitz could be so affectionate and loving, having his undivided attention was so overwhelming in the best way possible.
«Yeah, now I’m fine. Just a bit tired.» The feeling of Blitz's claws scratching his feathers would always be one of his favorite things. Some time ago, he was sure he would never feel good again, not after losing Via and the life he knew, but he found out he could find peace even in the middle of a storm.
«You sure? We can eat something at home if you need a break.» Stolas smiled and left a kiss on Blitz’s forehead. «I’m sure.» Blitz nodded and leaned in for a kiss.
«Come on, lovebirds! We’re waiting just for you.»
«Yeah, Blitz! I’m hungry!» Blitz laughed and opened a portal in the other room.
«Come on, birdie. Let’s go.»
«Ok, guys! For this mission, we’ll need a disguise. Go choose one and wear it.» Blitz kicked the chest out of his office and leaned on Stolas' desk as he watched M&M choose each other's outfits. «What was today’s mission, dear?» Stolas asked, putting apart the files he was working on.
«Oh, we have to find out who the guys are who pranked our client during a school trip. They left her on an inflatable mattress in the middle of a lake. The thing broke, and she got stuck in a blanket and drowned.» Stolas let out a sad owl noise at which Blitz smiled. He loved his silly bird noises.
«Oh, poor dear. What a sad way to die.»
«Yeah, she was mad as fuck. And left a puddle on my damn office.» Blitz could swear he could still smell the musty, swampy stench.
«Mmmh… I think this will take some time.»
«Yeah, this is why this is today’s only mission. We’ll take our time. Do you want to go home for the rest of the day? It will be pretty boring here alone.»
«No, I’ll be fine. I’ll try to make sense of your records and receipts in your file cabinet.»
«I’m not sure this is a good idea. That thing is a mess. The only time I tried, I had nightmares for weeks.»
«That’s because you’re a whiny bitch.» Stolas chuckled, watching the two arguing with pupils like hearts. Blitz was always so fascinating for him. Millie rolled up her eyes, tired of those two, and threw a pile of clothes at Blitz, interrupting them. «Wear this, Blitz. We have to go.»
«Ehi, from when did you choose my disguises?»
«From when you waste time flirting with your boyfriend.» Blitz flipped her off and walked to his office.
Millie wore a pair of capri pants, a shirt, and a cute beanie that hid her horns. Moxxie chose a pair of jeans, a baggy hoodie, and a long brown wig. When Loona, who was already in her human disguise, looked at him with a raised eyebrow, he crossed his arms on his chest and stammered: «It seems that in human high schools, the “mysterious and shy style” is fashionable.» Loona snorted and got back to her phone.
«Ok, guys. I’m ready. Let’s go.» A portal opened in the middle of the room as Blitz came out of his office. When Stolas turned to Blitz, he couldn’t help a surprised sound. He could feel his face reddening and his feathers fluffing. The soft laughter was just background noise, like Loona's quiet comment: «Damn, I’m so glad to already be in my human form.»
Blitz was wearing a tiny black skirt, showing his red and white thighs covered in fishnet stockings. His chest was barely covered by a black tank top and a mesh t-shirt. His abs looked directly at him. It had been too long since he had seen so much bare skin on him. When he found the strength to look higher, his heart lost a heartbeat. Blitz was also wearing the cutest, blond wig he had ever seen. It had a side tail and a bunch of fluffy hair that bordered the other side of his face. Blitz was so cute in that, he just wanted to kiss him and then fuck him on that damned desk.
«It’s all right, birdie?» Blitz had gotten near and was watching Stolas with a little tilt of the head and a wicked smile. Stolas barely noticed that the others were leaving through the portal. «Seen something you like?» His tail was swooshing behind him, the skirt moving with it. Stolas found himself rubbing his thighs together, already wet.
«I - I don’t know what you are talking about.» Blitz laughed and managed to come closer.
«Birdie, your pupils are all at heart again. And now I can see exactly where you’re watching.» Stolas instinctively tried to hide his eyes with a hand, but Blitz gently grabbed it. He still hadn’t gotten used to his pupils being constantly visible.
«I like it, remember?» Stolas uttered a little hoot at whom Blitz smiled and pressed his forehead against Stolas’. «Damn, you're so lucky I have to go on a mission because I have the urge to kiss you to death. You stupidly pretty owl.» His tail wrapped around Stolas’ waist. At this, Stolas couldn’t help to grab Blitz and pull him closer, their chests touching. «I don’t think this could be called luck, dear.» Blitz chuckled, his arms reaching for Stolas’ neck feathers, pulling him for a deep kiss. «I promise you I will wear something like this again. I didn’t think you were into this.» Stolass passed a hand on Blitz's back, scratching his spikes, a light purr rewarded him. «Blitz, I’m into everything if it’s with you. You manage to make everything hot.»
«Flatterer.» Blitz was reaching for another kiss, but an annoyed Millie jumped into the portal. «Blitz, come on!» She walked to them, grabbed Blitz, and lifted him. «Sorry, Stolas. We have to steal you’re boyfriend. Later!» Stolas couldn’t help a loud laugh, watching Blitz let Millie carry him around like an overgrown cat.
Stolas was sitting in Blitz's office, surrounded by paperwork, for almost an hour, and he couldn’t do any work. On any other day, it would have been an easy task, something he would have enjoyed. But not that day. The only thing on his mind was his adorable boyfriend and the hot outfit he was wearing. Stolas would lie if he said he never thought about Blitz in a dress. He did, like a lot. He had lost count of the times he touched himself thinking about Blitz, under him, all red and devastated from his touch. Such a sublime view.
Stolas stood up, there was no way he would manage to do something constructive. As he walked around the office, his eyes landed on Blitz’s coat lying on the chair. Before he could think it through, he already had it in hand, his face pressed on it. Blitz’s smell pervaded his senses. Gunpowder, sweat, and… his preening oil. A loud moan left his lips as he let himself fall into the chair. Their blended smells were such an aphrodisiac. Stolas strengthened his grip around the coat as his other hand went down, under his pants, finding his entrance wet and pulsing. As his fingers started exploring, images of Blitz filled his mind.
He wanted him there, on his lap. His hands under the skirt, caressing his thighs. Feeling him tremble under his touch. His strong, prideful Blitz, clay in his hands. Blitz’s hands on his chest fluff, his claws sunk in it. Stolas curled up the skirt, now able to see the point of Blitz’s dick popping out of his slit. Cute. Blitz's face reddened as he passed his thumb on the point. A light moan left his lips.
Stolas’ fingers curled inside him, letting another moan out. He needed Blitz. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could have taken things slowly.
Blitz's tail wrapped around his wrist as he kept teasing him. His free hand traveled on Blitz’s chest, playing with his nipples, teasing them through the cloth.
«Stols. Stop playing.» Stolas chuckled, funny said by him.
«I'm not playing, dear. Just taking my time. I waited so long to have you like this.» Blitz rolled his hips against Stolas, searching for some kind of relief. Stolas let him for a brief moment, but soon grabbed him, forcing him to stay still. A disappointed moan left Blitz's lips. Stolas’ hand walked to his back, scratching the base of his tail. He sunk his face into Stolas’ chest fluff as a loud purr came out of him. Stolas hooted delighted, stroking his face against Blitz’s horns. Blitz always refused to purr around him, he was so embarrassed the few times it had happened. «You like it, baby?» He asked, stroking Blitz’s tail. His only response was melting in his arms, his slick slowly leaving a wet spot on Stola’s pants.
The wet sound of his talons moving inside him filled the office. The thought that anyone could enter and hear him was scary but exciting. He couldn’t stop. His slick was staining the chair. He was sure Blitz could have smelled him for weeks.
Stolas’ hand traveled up his tail to his sensitive spade, stroking the middle with his thumb. Blitz arched before biting Stolas’ shoulder. The pain ripped an excited scream from Stolas.
«Fucking Satan, Stolas! If you don’t put your damn talons in me in the next five fucking seconds, I’ll make you regret it.» Stolas grinned, grabbing Blitz’s face. «Dear, don’t threaten me with a good time.» Blitz smiled in response, his tail wriggling in Stolas’ hand.
«You horny bitch.»
«Your horny bitch, sweety.»
«Fucking right.» Blitz pulled him closer in a wet, passionate kiss. Stolas let him take control for a second, enjoying the moment, then he pulled his tail, reminding him who was in charge. Blitz’s loud moan died between his lips. Stolas held him still, kissing him deeply. A hand still on his tail, the other walking down to his previous objective. His talons caressed the edges of his slit, Blitz trembling as his tongue went deeper. Stolas pulled away, a thin line of drool keeping their mouth connected. Blitz’s expression was utterly destroyed. Such a beautiful vision. His talon made its way into him, rubbing his walls and pressing on his cock, still sheathed. Blitz curled against him, his face hidden in Stolas’ neck. His sweet sounds began louder as Stolas' talons entered him one by one. His sharp fingers fucked him so gently that Blitz worried he would never cum. As Blitz started to whine, Stolas grabbed his face. «You’ve been hiding for too long, baby. I want to see your face. You’re so cute all fucked up.» Little tears piled up in Blitz’s eyes. Stolas has never seen him so devastated. «Stols. Fuck, I can’t.» His voice went out cracked. Stolas would never hope to have such an effect on his Blitz.
«It’s fine, Blitz. You’re doing so good, baby. Just a little more. You’re right here. I got you, dear.» Stolas' thumb stroking his wet point, his arm around Blitz’s waist pulled him closer. His beak gently stroked Blitz’s horns when he started trembling, his moans being a confused whine as his orgasm hit him. His slick wetting Stolas pants and the chair under them. Stolas had seen Blitz cum many times in the past years, but never with such an expression. Lost in the pleasure, riding the moment. For the first time, he let Stolas take care of him.
Stolas’ orgasm hit him with the force of a freight train. His body trembled and collapsed on the chair. His slick came out in torrents, staining the chair and dripping on the floor. He hasn't had an orgasm so strong since the last time he had been with Blitz. Before the disaster at Ozzie’s. He remained still on the wet chair for too long, Blitz’s coat still squeezed between his talons, forgetful of where he was.
When he finally opened his eyes and recognized the office, the awful thought that Blitz wouldn’t be the only one able to smell what had happened hit him.
When the portal opened again in the middle of the main room, Stolas had cleaned Blitz’s office for about an hour and opened all the windows, but he wasn’t sure whether or not the smell could still be felt outside the office. He was sitting at his desk with some paper before him, pretending to have actually tried to tidy up the documents.
M&M entered the portal, followed by Loona, all of them covered in blood and with big, satisfied smiles on their faces.
«Ehi Stolas, we’re back!» Millie jumped around, greeting him, still full of energy. He envied her, he didn’t remember ever having that much energy. «Hi, Millie. How did the mission go? - Stolas looked behind them, noticing someone hadn’t yet passed the portal. - Where is Blitz?»
«Oh, it was good. Easier than expected. Blitz is arriving. He’s a bit upset.» Stolas tilted his head, confused. Why should Blitz have been upset if the mission had gone smoothly? Loona chuckled as she sat on the sofa. If she was laughing, it couldn’t be anything serious, right? His concerns disappeared when Blitz stomped in the portal, pouting and wearing a huge hoodie that covered his figure, almost touching the floor. Surprisingly, he didn’t have a drop of blood on him. Blitz walked directly to him, ignoring the others and mumbling something under his breath. He climbed Stolas like a fucking tree and sat on his lap, curling up on him. Stolas hooted in adoration, instinctively wrapping his arms around him. This close, he could finally hear what Blitz was mumbling about.
«Fucking humans and their fucking, stupid misogynistic rules. I should have killed them. Fucking bastards.» Stolas smiled. Blitz managed to be adorable even when upset.
«Uh, what has happened, dear?» Blitz mumbled and hid more in Stolas' chest, his tail flicking around nervously. Loona let out a little laugh, followed by a «Sorry, Dad.» when Blitz gave her a dirty look. Moxie rolled up his eyes and walked to Stolas’ desk to explain.
«We found out that humans have some particular rules about the appropriate clothing on the school grounds.» Another suffocated laugh left Loona. «Dad was brought into a “detention class” as soon as he entered the school. They said that he couldn’t walk around the school dressed as a hooker.»
«They forced him to wear that hoodie.» Millie said with a gentle smile.
«Those fucking shitholes wouldn’t let me go if I hadn't put this thing on! And they followed us around! Like they don't have bigger problems in that shitty school. I swear I had seen at least five different students with weapons and drugs, but somehow my clothes were their biggest problem!»
«He’s mad because he had to leave us do the work as he distracted the school guards. He likes the hoodie.»
«Shut up, Mox! It’s soft, okay!» Moxxie grinned at him, and Blitz flipped him off.
«Oh, my poor dear. They ruined your fun.» Stolas stroked lovingly his face against Blitz’s. He tightened his grip on him when he purred.
«You two are disgusting. Get a room!» Loona shouted, but there wasn’t any sourness in her voice.
«I’m trying!»
After having sent M&M home with a portal, Blitz walked into his office to grab his coat and go home, but a strange smell was in the air, and the office seemed more… clean? He shrugged it off and grabbed his coat, but as soon as he put it on, a familiar smell hit him. The floral smell of Stolas’ arousal and slick wrapped him. A pool of heat expanded in his lower abdomen as he buried his face in the coat. That fucking horny owl. He needed to find a new apartment.