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Okay yeah so uh. Here you go. Read it on ao3 or under the cut.

Blitzø had been capitalizing on an adrenaline rush since coming out of his drug-induced trippy nightmare haze. It carried him through the final battle, Stolas’s timely rescue, and even into rewarding Stolas with a very satisfying thank satan we’re not all dead fuck. It had come on so suddenly and lasted so long that Blitzø wasn’t even aware of it- at least not until he orgasmed, and crashed. Hard.

An adrenaline high wasn’t pleasant to come down from suddenly on the best of days, and on this day Blitzø suddenly all at once became blindingly nauseatingly aware of… nausea. And exhaustion. And- had his hands been shaking this whole time?

“Blitzy?” All four of Stolas’s eyes were wide as he leaned over to peer into Blitzø’s face with concern. “Darling, are you alright?” He was somewhat hindered by the restraints- restraints Blitzø had put him in. He should undo them now probably, kink safety and all that. Except he couldn’t seem to move.

Aw fuck, he was a terrible Dom, wasn’t he?

“Blitz.”

Satan damn it, he must really be fucking up if Stolas was using his actual name with no cutesy embellishment on the end.

“S- sorry,” Blitzø managed to get out, and then to his horror, tears began collecting in his eyes.

Stolas snapped his fingers and the restraints disappeared. In an instant he was hovering over Blitzø again uncertainly. “Oh dear,” he said, “I’m- I’ve been doing some reading. Is this Dom drop?”

Was this Dom drop? Blitzø was pretty sure it hadn’t started out that way but maybe it was becoming that. He was supposed to be in control and responsible and here he was, mostly unmoving except now his whole body was trembling and tears were beginning to leak embarrassingly down his cheeks.

At least Stolas seemed to pick up on the fact that Blitzø was having some trouble forming words. Apparently deciding to go with the Dom drop theory, he wiped Blitzø’s tears away with his thumb and gathered him up into his arms so that they were both laying on their sides, Blitzø’s face buried in Stolas’s chest fluff.

A deeply ingrained part of him wanted to protest, push Stolas away, refuse the comfort.

Another part of him found sudden strength to cling to the tall bird tightly, his breaths starting to come out in ragged gasps. What was happening to him?

“You did wonderfully tonight, Blitzy,” Stolas cooed, stroking the skin between Blitzø's horns. “You always know just what I need. I’m always so satisfied by the time you’re finished with me.”

Blitzø supposed if there was any bright spot to this it would be that their scenes almost always ended with Blitzø’s orgasm- and he liked to save that for after Stolas had come at least half a dozen times. At least he hadn’t left Stolas writhing and wanting on top of being tied up.

Thankfully, Stolas didn’t seem to be holding his irresponsibility against him, in regard to both the day’s mishaps and the one that was occurring right now. Blitzø did his best to scrutinize the owl’s tone the best he could to see if it really was okay. It seemed to be. Stolas simply continued saying nice gentle things and petting him. His hand was all over now, tracing down the curve of Blitzø’s horn, pressing in between those sensitive and hard to reach places in between his spines, twining his fingers around Blitzø’s tail. Blitzø decided to just close his eyes and sink into it. There wasn’t much else he could do.

Stolas’s litany of praises was interrupted by a knock at the door. The owl-demon paused. Blitzø chanced a glance up at him and saw that he was frowning- but only slightly, and it wasn’t directed at him.

“One moment Blitzy, I’ll be right back, I promise,” Stolas said. He gave one last pat between Blitzø’s horns and slid out of the bed to crack his door open. “Via? What is it, darling?”

“Loona messaged me on Sinstagram,” Blitzø heard Octavia say, “Those other imps that came to Loo Loo land with us have been trying to reach Blitzø. I think they’re really worried about him.”

Stolas did one of those freaky 180 degree head turns to glance at the half catatonic figure in his bed for a moment before turning back to his daughter. “Thank you starfire,” he said, “I’ll make sure he gets in touch with them. We didn’t disturb you, did we?”

“Nah,” Octavia said. “Night, dad.”

“Good night my sweet owlet.” Stolas shut the door and true to his word, crossed the expanse of his room to rejoin Blitzø as quickly as he could. “It sounds like your friends are concerned about you, my dear. Would it be alright if I called them for you? I can do all the talking.”

He didn’t have friends, Blitzø wanted to protest. Sure, he and Moxxie had talked some shit out today and now had some tentative sort of understanding and maybe(?) mutual respect. But Mox and Mills weren’t his friends, they were his subordinates. He was their asshole boundary-crossing boss.

“Okay,” he heard himself say.

Stolas gave a sigh that sounded a lot like relief. “Thank you. Is your phone where it usually is?”

Blitzø thought about it, and nodded. Yeah. it had been digging into him the whole time he’d been tied up. Fucking rectangle.

A moment later Stolas had the phone in hand and it was ringing. Millie picked up.

“Boss! Are you alright? Mox has been having some really awful side effects from whatever those agent assholes drugged y’all with and we realized you’re probably dealing with the same thing.”

Stolas’s head tilted quizzically to the side. “Ah, my apologies, this is Stolas, actually. Blitzø is right here next to me but he’s quite…” the owl hesitated, “...out of it. Sorry, did you say he’d been drugged?”

Well shit. If this conversation had been happening in person Blitzø would have been making frantic cut it motions at her. Or he'd be physically covering her mouth with his hand and if she tried to lick or bite it, he’d turn it into something dirty and flirtatious. At the very least he would interrupt loudly with something rude and crass, maybe a joke about intox play before sending an insult flying towards someone who’d take the bait (Moxxie) and the issue would be lost in the ensuing argument.

Unfortunately in his current state he couldn’t do any of that, and Millie wasn’t actually in the room with them anyways. So there was nothing to keep her from answering Stolas’s concerned query.

“Yeah, he didn’t tell you? He and Moxx got gassed with some kinda truth serum while the agents had them. Hear it was quite a trip. Mox said there was singin’ and everything.”

Stolas was very still, his eyes darting down to Blitzø, to the phone, back to Blitzø again.

“Yer Highness,” Millie added, as if she thought that not using the proper term of address was why he wasn’t responding.

“Um, no. No, he didn’t mention it,” Stolas said finally. “I suppose that explains his current state. I can look after him for you, if that’s alright. He should be quite safe here.”

“Are you sure, yer highness? Moxxie has been puking real bad and he has the shakes and the sweats too. It won’t be pretty.”

Blitzø had to bite back a whimper. The puking, yeah that was gonna come soon, he could feel it. He was already shaking. Excessive sweating didn’t sound too fun either, at least not when it wasn’t coming from far more enjoyable activities that he’d highly prefer to be doing. Moving was not going to be fun. He waited for Stolas to acquiesce, tell Millie to come pick him up so he wouldn’t have to deal with a sickly pathetic imp.

He was instead very surprised when Stolas replied firmly, “Yes, I’m sure. Thank you for going to such lengths to reach him and make sure he was okay. Thank Loona for me as well, please.”

“You got it! Hope the rest of yer night is as good as it can be. G’bye yer highness, night Blitzø.”

The screen went dark, indicating that she’d hung up.

Stolas let the phone drop onto his night table and looked at Blitzø.

“R’ you mad?” Blitzø managed. Shit, maybe he was still being a little too honest.

Stolas sighed. “That’s not important right now, Blitzy. I-”

Blitzø dragged himself up onto his elbows shakily, trying to crawl his way up Stolas’s chest, like he would before pinning the kinky prince down and having his way with him. The nickname was back, which was a good sign, but it wasn’t good enough. “Tell me,” he insisted, but before he could demand anything else or even let Stolas answer, he felt bile rising in his throat and made an awful retching gagging noise.

Calmly but very quickly, Stolas scooped him up and bam, he was in front of a toilet bowl just in time to spew his guts out.

Stolas stooped over to rub comfortingly at his back, though he wrinkled his beak and pointedly looked away from the contents of the toilet while did so. “I’m not angry,” he said, when there was a lull in the heaving, “at least I don’t think I am. I just wish you’d told me.”

“In my defense-” Blitzø gasped, interrupted by another round of puking. When this one was done he spat into the bowl a few times before continuing, “-how was I supposed to know there’d be side effects like this?”

The noise Stolas made was impatient and wordless. “It’s not about the side effects, Blitzø, it’s that you didn’t bother to mention that more happened to you today than just being surrounded at gunpoint by demon-hunting agents.”

“That was already too much for you to know,” Blitzø mumbled, half to himself. He gripped the sides of the toilet as he let out what seemed to be the last bit of contents in his stomach. At least, the nausea was finally lessening. With that out of the way, he could feel the heavy sweat that had broken out across his body, and shivered some more. “Listen Stolas, I obviously appreciate the save today but what I do for work,” he sighed, “I never wanted you all involved in that. I think I’m all done puking, by the way.” He groped for the flusher and pushed it down. He watched the nasty mix of stomach acid and half-digested food swirl away.

“Oh, good.” Stolas let out a breath of relief. “Let me get you something to rinse your mouth out with.”

Blitzø wiped a shaking hand across his clammy forehead as he waited for Stolas to find him a cup to put mouthwash in. Mouthwash. Who the fuck had mouthwash in Hell? Prissy bird. But he was in no position to complain, especially when Stolas returned bearing not only the stuff to rinse his mouth out with, but a cool damp cloth too, which he applied unasked to Blitzø’s overheated skin.

“I am involved,” Stolas said gently, kneeling behind Blitzø to wipe sweat off the imp’s back as he swished minty liquid around his mouth, erasing all traces of sourness. “It is my grimoire you're using. As I said earlier, if you get in trouble, so do I.” He clicked his beak in a frustrated manner. “But more importantly, I don’t want you to feel that you have to hide things from me. I lo- that is to say, you mean a lot to me, Blitzy.”

Ugh. Sure, it was totally Blitzø that meant a lot to him, not just his huge dick and the admittedly incredible sex they had. The words from their first sexual encounter played in his head. “I've ever had anyone want me this way!” Stolas didn’t care about him at all, he just liked the way he perceived that Blitzø wanted him. Which he didn’t, obviously. Even if yeah, the sex was really good.

Guilt twisted in Blitzø’s gut but he ignored it. “Yeah, whatever,” he said finally, “I can tell you more things if it’ll make you happy, featherbrain.” Never mind that Blitzø would never actually make Stolas happy. Not even if he wanted to. Which he didn’t. He twisted around, slumping his forehead back into Stolas’s chest feathers, so the owl wouldn't be able to see his face. “Can we go back to bed? I think I really need to lay down.”

“Of course, Blitzy.”

To the imp’s disappointment Stolas didn’t try to pick him up again. Instead he stood and helped Blitzø to his feet as well, seeming unbothered by his sweaty grasp. To be fair they’d been covered in each other’s bodily fluids countless times before. Sweat was pretty tame, really.

Stolas held his hand as Blitzø took shaky steps back towards the bedroom. If he was holding on a little tighter than he had to, it was just because he felt unsteady. No other reason, no sirree.

When they finally made it back to the bed, another surge of guilt, bordering on panic, hit Blitzø like a truck- but this was one he couldn’t ignore. “Shit, I really fucked up on aftercare,” he whispered. Then louder, “check in with me birdy, you okay?”

Stolas smiled at him softly, and Blitzø’s traitorous heart gave a twinge. “I’m perfectly alright, my dear. Even with-” he waved a hand indicatively, “-I had a wonderful time, as always.”

“If I’d known this was gonna happen I never would have offered to do a scene,” Blitzø said insistently, because it was important to him that Stolas knew that. “It wasn’t right of me to leave you hanging like that.”

“It’s really alright,” Stolas assured him. “I promise I can take far more than you might think. Goetias are quite tough you know.”

Blitzø flashed back to the true demon form Stolas had taken earlier when saving I.M.P’s sorry asses, the havoc and destruction he had wreaked. He believed it, but- “Still,” he said, “it was irresponsible. Sex hurts can be uh, trickier than fight hurts.” He pressed on, clearing his throat before Stolas could answer or reassure him again, because that was supposed to be his job, dammit. “You did really good though, when you thought it was Dom drop.” His throat closed around the next words and they came out a little hoarse, “You were perfect.”

Stolas let out a pleased little hoot, and the knot in Blitzø’s chest lessened. Finally, he was saying the right things.

“I’m glad.” Stolas smiled, a bit bashfully. “Truthfully, it’s rather nice to be the one taking care of you for once. Can I get you anything while you rest? Water, or perhaps an anti-nausea potion? I have a few on hand already so I wouldn't even need to go whip one up.”

Silly beautiful bird and his potions. “Yeah,” Blitzø said, “yeah that would be great. Thanks.”

Stolas trilled, seeming pleased to be of use. The solemn heaviness that had been surrounding him since the call with Millie seemed to have disappeared. “Coming right up!

Blitzø watched him go, and felt a strange hollowness spread throughout his body. He tried ignoring it, like he did most bodily sensation, curling up under the ridiculously fluffy covers, doing his best not to succumb to the thoughts whispering that this was temporary, he’d have to leave and someday Stolas wouldn’t want him to come back.

I already know, he told the thoughts, but it didn’t help.

When Stolas returned he pretended he’d fallen asleep already, hoping the tremors that were still rocking his frame wouldn’t give him away. People could shake in their sleep, right?

Whether he was fooled or not, Stolas said nothing. Blitzø heard him placing a glass of water and the potion on the nightstand. The bed dipped as Stolas rejoined him.

“Sweet dreams, Blitzy,” the prince whispered, “I do hope you feel better in the morning.”

Blitzø hoped so too. But the strange ache growing in his chest, well. He was pretty sure that was only going to get worse.

Oh no no no I want to write a missing scene between Stolitz after Stolas rescues I.M.P from the living realm where Blitzø is still having after effects from being drugged and it hits him after they finish fucking (or maybe during?) I just think it could be cool.

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