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A/N: So I've been sitting on this one for most of two months now, and I'm super nervous to post it because it'll be my first longform fic in over 10 years XD But it's gonna be a WHILE before Season 3 drops, and even though we get shorts, I just want to know what happens to our silly little demon family next. So I made my own and when Spindle finally drops the real thing, I can see what I got right, and where I was trippin' on Delulu Sawce lmao
Gonna be a little slower posting this one, seeing as it's going to be a full-on multi-chapter story fic with an arc and everything(!!), and it'll take me a bit to edit and write each new installment. Probably going to do a weekly, Sunday update schedule, we'll see what Life decides lol
As usual, comments, concrits and feedback always welcome <3
ARCHIVE WARNINGS WILL CHANGE!! So if you're not gonna wanna read canon-typical descriptions of violence, explicit, on-the-page NSWF scenes, and more, this one might not be for you. Don't worry- I'll put all the CW/TWs for heavy stuff at the beginning of every chapter update :) We protecc in this house.
CW: We're comin' in hot this time; Explicit, on-the-page sex, dirty talk, office sex and Stolitz being adorable AF :) NSWF
Chapter One: Set the Stage
Help
That was all it said. A single word, no other context, messaged at 2:13am from-
Blitz squinted down at his phone. Who the fuck was Illiterate Strega? He narrowed his eyes and looked up across his office at the tall, stylishly casual owl prince sitting sprawled across a chair, book in hand, apparently absorbed in Flaming Hearts, another one of the stupid romance novels he loved so much. He had one knee casually, oh-so-deliberately propped up against the front of the desk, and Blitz could read the mischief in the action better than he could any book or text.
He grinned and Stolas’s top eyes met Blitz’s, a slow, impish smirk on the delicate features that Blitz hated to have to ruin. That smile meant his prince was about to say something filthy, and Blitz felt his jeans shrinking at the mere thought of what it might be, but the single word from the strange number had him more than curious.
He was worried, because what if-
“Darling, if you want a kiss all you have to do is sit in my lap.” Stolas invited in the soft, singsongy tease he knew Blitz liked best. “I’ve kept your spot warm for you.”
Blitz shook his head to clear it, eyes dreamy and full of all the love he carried for Stolas, forgetting the urgency of the text for a minute as he simply stared at his warm, happy prince in his new lavender dress shirt, the topmost buttons undone so that his glorious chest fluff could fall gracefully down over the slender front of the rest of him. Stolas had matched the shirt with his tight, cream-couloured fall slacks and his bare feet, leaving no obstacles between the curve of his calf and the beautiful line of his fabric-covered thighs.
The dark grey jacket that went with the outfit was slung carelessly over the back of the chair Stolas occupied, and Blitz couldn’t help but think how the coat would be the perfect cushion against his bird’s back if he climbed over this desk right now and got in between that single raised leg to-
No he told himself firmly. No, we have bigger shit to think about right now!
“Blitz?” Stolas asked with worry in his tones now. “Love, are you alright? Have I said something wrong? Are you with me?”
The knee came down from the desk as Stolas quickly tossed his book to the desktop, scattering a few stray bills in the process, and Blitz startled at how fucking fast his prince could be. It still took him by surprise, even after an entire year of watching Stolas go from a hollowed-out shell to this vibrant, determined man who told Blitz what he wanted in no uncertain terms, and got his hands dirty when the toilet backed up last summer, and learned to cook in less time than it had taken Blitz to teach him the three recipes he’d known.
The damn bird had gone to the public library for Satan’s sake. Checked out cookbooks, and theory books, and shit Blitz didn’t even wanna think about because of all the ten-dollar words n’ bullshit technical terms for things like ‘pan’ and ‘hot stove’. He’d watched Stolas rig an open book to the front of a kitchen cabinet with some rope, one of Loona’s elastic hair wraps and a dishcloth, and hovered anxiously as his prince cracked the first egg he’d ever held into a medium-heat pan and began to work.
The dish had been noodles of some kind, which Blitz didn’t even know you could put eggs in, but Stolas had insisted it was fancy and that Blitz would love it, so Blitz had eaten it with enthusiastic praise even though it had too much salt, and some of the cheese was disgusting, and anything called carburetor couldn’t be edible food anyway. Stolas had smiled so anxiously at him when he’d asked if he’d done a good job, his own plate of eggless cheesy noodles in front of him, and Blitz had given an enthusiastic thumbs-up even though he was barely choking down the weird dish.
“Blitz?” Stolas prompted again, this time from directly in front of him, and Blitz jumped a little as he realized he’d been drifting off into his own thoughts.
“That’s why they call it carburetor!” he blurted before he could think. “Cause it tastes like licking the inside of an engine!”
Stolas gave him a flat, suspicious scowl that warned Blitz his prince was about to put him in the bad time-out. “You said you liked my carbonara.” he accused. “The ‘best you ever had’, wasn’t it?”
Blitz waved his hands frantically in a vain hope of clearing his words out of the room. “It was!” he cried with the widest grin he could conjure plastered to his face. “I loved your weird egg n’ cheese thing! I-I was thinkin’ of something else, I swear!”
Stolas crossed his arms and hitched one hip up over the edge of the office desk. “Do tell.” he said with an edge to his words that told Blitz he’d stepped in shit this time and there was nothing he could do about it.
Unless…
Blitz pulled himself up to his full height in his chair, managing to just barely brush the underside of his bird’s chin with the very edges of his horns. “You’re so cute when you’re mad at me.” he said winningly. “Lemme kiss that pout, huh?”
He slid a firm, seeking hand up across Stolas’s chest and buried it in the soft feathers, letting the tips of his clawed fingers drag up the line of Stolas’s clothed body and watching his prince shiver despite himself at the feel of the imp’s touch.
“Only because I’ve spent the last hour waiting for you to notice I had my knee up on your desk for a reason.” Stolas relented. “Come here, you ridiculous idiot.”
Blitz smirked, unreasonably pleased with himself now that he’d deftly hauled his own ass out of the fire and convinced his prince to share delicious kisses with him, and leapt up out of his chair to balance a knee against the desk, pulling himself up high enough that Stolas could lean down and meet him halfway. His prince obliged with a fond, exasperated smile and bowed his head to press his lips to Blitz’s mouth in a low, slow kiss that made the imp melt into him even as one big, careful hand snuck up behind Stolas’s head to draw the owl prince in closer.
“Mmhmm, that’s what I was thinkin’.” Blitz murmured against Stolas’s mouth on his. “Like a little sugar with my afternoon coffee.”
“You don’t have any coffee, Blitz.” Stolas laughed into their next kiss. “You broke the machine yesterday trying to cook ramen in the pot, remember?”
Blitz’s eyes darkened, and he smirked up against his prince’s mouth. “And by ‘coffee’, I obviously mean-”
His phone vibrated in his pocket, and Blitz swore as he remembered the strange text and the single word it had contained. He broke off the kiss Stolas was desperately trying to deepen, pulling an irritated little hoot from his prince as he turned his head away in favor of checking his phone.
“Come back here!” Stolas whined, grabbing for Blitz’s shirtfront even as the imp tossed him a fond, loving smirk back over one shoulder and kept an infuriatingly strong hand pressed into Stolas’s chest to keep the owl prince at bay. “Let me have my kisses, Blitz!”
“Babe you know I’d never tell my bird no, but I gotta take this” Blitz tried to reason, one hand fumbling at the cellphone he’d pulled out, the other trying to manage Stolas while Blitz firmly and sternly ignored the way all this struggling and wiggling did things to him that usually ended with both of them naked and satisfied on Blitz’s couch back home.
“You’re telling me ‘no’ right now!” Stolas wheedled, reaching one long arm up and around Blitz’s smaller form to creep a hand up along his imp’s chest. “Over a phone call? Who could be more important than me, willing to slide across this desk and slip a hand right down the front of those jeans…”
Blitz froze, heat instantly flooding him as Stolas did what he offered and slid himself along the edge of Blitz’s work desk, uncaring that the office door was half-open, focused only on getting to his imp, the soft, heart-shaped face flushed with pink desire as all four red eyes went dark and-
“Nah, you’re right.” Blitz relented, tossing the phone out onto his desktop and pulling his big bird closer. “What the hell was I thinking? C’mere, beautiful. Moxx and Mills aren’t here yet and Loonie’s out at the store. We can get a quick one in.”
Stolas slid his arms up around Blitz’s back as his imp slotted himself nicely in between Stolas’s spread knees and angled his face up to catch the kisses Stolas began to rain down on his imp. “It better not be quick. Make it linger.”
Before he could think, Stolas felt Blitz moving, heard the heavy, eerily precise whump of his book hitting the door squarely above the metal knob, sending the cheap wooden door slamming shut with the sort of finality that sent a thrill of anticipation right through Stolas’s entire body as Blitz raised himself up to the very tips of his toes and dragged his chest directly along the insides of Stolas’s thighs.
“Whatever my baby wants.” Blitz breathed against the underside of his chin, and Stolas absolutely melted, every thought in his head consumed by Blitz and the feel of his imp’s clever hands all over him. “Lean back, pretty bird. Lemme get you started with a quick bite.”
Stolas laughed out loud as Blitz punctuated his stupid joke with a gentle, mischievous nip at his collarbone, and Stolas obediently leaned himself back against the hardwood of the desk and slid himself forward with both knees opened wide for his little lover.
Blitz growled low, hooking a bottom drawer in his desk open with one deft foot and using the drawer as a step stool, bringing his hips almost level with Stolas’s as he pressed kisses to Stolas’s chin and cheeks and neckline. He dragged his sharp little teeth over his prince’s jawline, pulling a reedy groan from Stolas, who slid lower over the lip of the desk and braced himself on one elbow as his free arm wrapped up around Blitz’s lower back and lifted a little, coaxing his imp closer even as Blitz stayed exactly where he was, slipping and sliding his chest against Stolas’s, driving his prince absolutely wild with sharp, pointed kisses and nips at his exposed skin.
Blitz slid a hand down, towards Stolas’s waist and began to creep it up and under the neatly tucked-in line of the lavender dress shirt, and Stolas stopped him, breaking off a kiss with a breathless whine and guiding his imp’s hand back up to the buttons at his chest.
“This is my favourite work shirt, Blitz.” he panted, the words tumbling out all in a rush. “Be careful, it’s made of delicate material.”
Blitz laughed, leaning in closer as Stolas hooked a leg under his office chair and rolled it closer to give Blitz a higher point to straddle and help his imp close the height difference between them. Blitz took the wordless command and deftly sprang to one side, landing with one leg up on the chair and the other one bent at the knee over Stolas’s thigh.
“Mister Preen can’t have a li’l wrinkle in his fancy clothes, huh?” Blitz smirked with a wicked gleam in his dark eyes. “Let’s get it off slow then, hm? Nice and slow.”
He punctuated his words with a teasing, torturously casual glide of his entire body up along the soft, silky cotton of the dress shirt, grin widening as Stolas noticed the rock-hard front of his jeans sliding up his thigh. Stolas lost himself in the feel of his imp, raised both hands up to grab at his horns, and Blitz deftly caught his prince at the shoulders and behind his head to keep the bird from slamming backwards into the desk as gravity did its job.
“Lay back, beautiful.” Blitz instructed. “Put your head down and open wide for Daddy. I’m doin’ all the work today.”
“For a change of pace.” Stolas teased, letting Blitz move them both until he was flat against the messy paperwork all over the desk.
Stolas reached up as Blitz leaned in, raking the wicked curve of his beak up along Blitz’s jaw, ending at the nape of his neck and burying his face there, breathing in the smell of his imp, of gunpowder and spices and hot sauce and flowers.
The flowers were because of Stolas, and the way they shared showers often enough that Blitz couldn’t help but smell of lavender and peonies under his own duskier scents, but somehow knowing his lover was covered so completely by their union that even his clothes and skin had Stolas’s claim on them made it all the more endearing. Hotter and sexier, and so achingly romantic that Stolas had never encountered the idea in any of his cheesy romance novels or hellanovellas.
The novelty of it was intoxicating, and he kept his face buried in Blitz’s neck for the time it took his imp to begin thumbing open delicate buttons and gingerly pulling his shirt open, stopping only when he got to the firm line of tapered feathers that led the last few inches to Stolas’s waistband.
“You want it all, or you want my mouth?” Blitz asked as he crept his way back up the line of Stolas’s body with kisses. “We only got time for one or the other unless you wanna play sexy chicken and see who makes it first; Us, or one of the crew.”
Stolas blushed deeper, his heart racing, his breathing coming in hard and fast as he was sharply reminded that this was a working office and the others could arrive at any moment. He lay there too flustered to think for a slow handful of seconds, then Blitz shifted his hips against his thigh and everything including basic modesty flew right out the window.
“Ride me hard, cowboy.” he demanded, eyes dark and focused on Blitz’s cocky smirk. “Show me that wild mustang love.”
Even Blitz made a face at the ridiculous line, laughing warmly as he slid his hands down through the open front of Stolas's prized shirt and expertly handled the last three buttons, spreading the fabric open beneath his prince like a blanket before trailing his hand to the zippered pants without hesitation.
“We’ve gotta get you some better dirty talk, pretty bird.” Blitz laughed. “Good thing I ain’t too picky.”
His hands teased at the zipper, feigned pulling the metal tie down and Stolas watched hungrily as Blitz moved. The four wide, wine-dark eyes narrowed as Blitz whispered his claws up and over the neat little button right at Stolas’s hipline and utterly ignored it.
“Blitz…” Stolas warned in a low growl.
Blitz smirked up at him and slid both hands up either side of Stolas’s naked sides. “Gotta keep that shirt clean, don’t we?” he breathed in a low purr that rumbled all the way through Stolas’s chest and across his stomach. “C’mere beautiful. Gimme an arm.”
He picked up Stolas’s still-sleeved elbow with one hand, and slipped a gentle hand up under the prince’s inner arm through the open end of the sleeve. Stolas let Blitz move him without resistance, the feel of his imp’s hot, careful hands along the most sensitive areas of his body sending him absolutely aflame with arousal.
“Nice n’ easy, baby.” Blitz coaxed, tugging ever-so-gently at Stolas’s arm in an effort to extract it from the flowing sleeve. “Take all the time you need, I got you. Daddy’s here.”
Stolas allowed his imp to believe he was wholly in charge for as long as it took to languidly, maddeningly, achingly slowly extract his left arm from his shirtsleeve, then swiftly wrapped his free arm up around the small of Blitz’s back and jerked his forearm hard against the sturdy work shirt.
The movement forced the imp forward, making Blitz stumble just a little as his soft, submissive prince changed his mind mid-scene and took them firmly into mutual exchange territory. Blitz let himself tumble expertly down exactly between Stolas’s spread legs, the knee that had been braced across his prince’s thigh sliding over the old desktop and allowing Blitz to press all of his appreciation directly up against Stolas’s thigh while the rest of him landed with a gentle pressure and a cheeky little flick of his hips right over Stolas’s most sensitive area.
“Thought you wanted it slow n’ good?” Blitz teased. “Change your mind once I got my hands on you, pretty bird?”
Stolas drew Blitz’s eyes up to meet his across the fluffy rise of Stolas’s chest feathers between them. “I said make it last, not make me beg.”
Blitz grinned like a wolf at him. “What if I want both?” he challenged, his body moving in a teasing, easy motion over Stolas’s.
Blitz’s thigh was rocking right up against the still-clothed softness between his prince’s legs, and Stolas was beginning to breathe hard, cheeks pinking as Blitz kept his eyes on his prince’s and continued to do nothing more than hold on at Stolas’s sides.
“I’d have to be quite firm with you.” Stolas panted as Blitz flicked his hips and electric heat absolutely raced up his spine into every feather on his body. “Blitz, please! At least get these pants off me!”
“See? That so hard?” Blitz smirked as he moved one hand down the front of Stolas’s body and under his. “Ask me nicer, maybe I’ll give you what you want.”
Stolas swore, his eyes flashed wicked glee for a second, then he hooked both thumbs up under the cute little suspenders Blitz had on over his old work button-up. His imp sucked in a hard gasp, growling low as Stolas’s smirk widened and he drew out the act of sliding his hands up the line of the suspenders towards Blitz’s shoulders.
“Please, Blitzy?” Stolas singsonged with a pout in his voice and a coy catch of his lower lip aimed directly at Blitz’s wide amber eyes. “I know you want it. Take it, lover. Take everything. I’m yours.”
“Oh fuck…” Blitz breathed as he felt his heart begin to hammer and his vision blurring out. “Stols, y-you can’t-”
“I can’t what, Blitzy?” Stolas asked entirely too innocently, hands sliding first one suspender strap, then the other down across Blitz’s broad shoulders. “I can’t persuade you to take me right here, on this desk? Get you to do the job?”
Blitz felt himself beginning to sweat as Stolas slowly stripped him, getting the suspenders out of the way before moving to deftly thumb open the three buttons on his shirt Stolas had access to without Blitz having to separate their bodies at all.
“Stols, I-I’m not gonna make it.” Blitz breathed against the prince’s naked chest, face dipping down into the soft feathers and kisses tumbling from Blitz’s lips as he pinned his bird’s hand up under his chest. “I’m not gonna make it if you keep talking to me like that…”
Stolas’s grin widened further, and he gave his hips a single, commanding flick upwards into that delicious hardness pressed into his leg and Blitz’s thigh just brushing up between his open legs.
“Take your pants off for me, I’ll help you finish the job.” he purred. “Then you can reward me for a job well done, hm?”
Blitz stared for a moment, seemingly stalled out in the middle of moving his hand down towards the top of Stolas’s grey work pants, then growled low in his throat and rolled them both against the desk. Stolas yelped, taken utterly off-guard as his long, elegant tail swept some small, heavy object off the desk and it landed noisily on the office floor.
“Blitz!” he cried out as Blitz faced him and dropped one hand to free the button on Stolas’s pants at last. “Blitzy, yes!”
“Good boy.” Blitz panted as he thumbed open the fancy zipper and slid his hand right down the front of his prince’s pants. “Say my name. I wanna hear you scream.”
Stolas began to writhe and arch his hips up into the expert hand working him, and he fumbled to grab hold of Blitz’s belt without seeing what he was doing. “H-Help me, Blitz- Please!” he begged. “I need you, Daddy. I need you buried inside me!”
Blitz’s signature cocky smirk moved in as the imp drew his prince closer with his free hand and stretched up to kiss the open mouth. “Hold it.” Blitz commanded fiercely. “You come when I let you, right babe? Ain’t that what you like?”
Stolas nodded frantically, eyes gone practically midnight red with raw need. “Y-Yessir…” he agreed instantly. “When you let me, yes.”
Blitz nodded into another deep, hungry kiss between them. “And when I say the pants come off, they will.” he went on between hard little nips at his prince’s lower lip. “I tell you, don’t I, beautiful? Daddy’s in charge, isn’t he?”
Stolas nodded again, squirming and struggling to keep his attention on Blitz’s voice rather than the feel of those unholy fingers tracing pure lightning into his sensitive skin, rolling the little bundle of his most sensitive parts, hanging Stolas on the absolute edges of release the way only Blitz could ever give-
The hand withdrew, and Stolas almost whined his objection into Blitz’s mouth as the imp broke off their latest kiss and began to kiss down along Stolas’s neckline.
“Blitz!” Stolas howled in dismay. “Get back here! I was almost there, you complete motherfucker!”
Blitz laughed as he slid in closer to his bird and wriggled his hand up and under Stolas’s hip to move the soft grey pants completely out of his way. “Mmhm, talk nice to me baby bird. Show me who’s a good boy. Who’s my pretty bird?”
“It better be me.” Stolas shot back petulantly, the words only catching twice as Blitz slipped his pants down to his knees and moved in even closer. “Nobody else can have my sexy little Blitzy.”
Blitz smirked like a hunter up at him. “All yours, beautiful.” he confirmed a little breathlessly. “Come take my belt off. Or don’t you want this gorgeous cock inside you?”
“Yes please.” Stolas responded so quickly that Blitz couldn’t help but laugh. “Start the end for me, I need help.”
Blitz shook his head and took Stolas’s hand up in his. “Work for your reward, Stols. Nothin’ comes free in this world, especially not the boss.”
“But I thought I was your favourite employee?” Stolas teased back, moving Blitz’s hand with his down to the offending belt. “Am I not your top performer anymore?”
“Fuck you’re so hot right now.” Blitz groaned, almost breaking character but not quite. “Right here on my desk n’ all…”
Blitz let Stolas move his own hand over the belt buckle at his waist, using a thumb to pull the end of the belt out from its loops for his prince. Stolas grasped the end of the belt and tugged it once, firmly and deftly, and Blitz moaned into his prince’s chest as the action tightened his jeans up against the painful hardness of his rockhard cock.
“Stolas!” he gasped as the stupid bird shook with a wicked laugh, undid the belt and went straight for the button and zipper.
“Don’t be so mean next time.” Stolas chided loftily. “Making me see absolute galaxies and stopping me right on the edge like that.” He kissed his imp soundly, slid the zipper on the jeans down and slipped a seeking hand down under the tented boxers to cup his imp’s ass. “You complete and utter asshole.”
Blitz mirrored his prince and grabbed a handful of both feathered thighs in either hand, pulling their bodies closer as Stolas ground his hips up to meet Blitz’s. “If I’m such an asshole, maybe I’ll leave you like this.” Blitz mused in a clear bluff. “Let you spend the rest of this day wound up and frustrated, huh? What about that?”
Stolas moved like lightning and curled one long, strong leg up over Blitz’s calf, jerking the imp nearly flush against his naked body and tightened his grip on Blitz’s cock in his hand. Not enough to be painful, not enough to push his imp too close to the ending Blitz was so damn good at delaying.
But just enough. Enough to tease and command, and tell- not ask- for what he wanted.
Blitz nearly went boneless, his entire body arching up into Stolas’s chest, sliding over the lanky front, pressing his mostly-clothed hips up to meet his prince’s freely offered body.
“S-Stolas!” Blitz spat like a curse even as his hands grabbed at the owl prince’s hips and tried to line them up more perfectly. “Fuck me! You can’t do that! I-I’m gonna-”
“Going to tell me you’re sorry?” Stolas asked sweetly, his hand down Blitz’s pants everything but. “Going to be nicer to me because I’m your delicate flower and you’re my tender keeper?”
Blitz growled low and deep, the feel of his imp’s voice vibrating through Stolas like waves of pure agony as the prince struggled to hold still and keep his haughty, bratty mask on. Blitz’s hands snapped from Stolas’s hips to his own, wrenching down his jeans and boxers in one half-feral movement that expertly used Stolas’s hand around him as foreplay, pulling the throbbing cock straight through the long fingers and slamming it back into Stolas’s palm as Blitz finally shed the last of his clothes and fixed hard, hungry amber eyes on his prince.
“Oh I’ll keep you alright.” Blitz swore in a throaty whisper. “Keep you begging and squirming ‘til I tell you to stop. Gonna keep you breathless so you can’t talk back at me, princess. How’s that for delicate flower?”
“Make me scream, Daddy.” Stolas smirked. “Make this whole damn building hear me call your name.”
And Blitz wasted no time doing exactly what his bratty prince asked him for.