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Stepping through into Fizz and Oz's penthouse home certainly put into perspective just how different things were between the two imp's lives. Where as Blitzø shared a one bedroom apartment with two other people, one of whom had to duck his head to even fit through any of the doors, the size of their entire apartment floor easily fitting in just the entryway of this extravagantly decorated penthouse. Meanwhile Fizz and Oz's home was lush, spacious and reeked of money and finer things. Blitz wasn't bitter however, and in fact it was a testament to one of his good qualities that his thoughts on it were simply pride in his childhood friend managing to climb his way out of the poverty they both originally shared, and in Fizzarolli's ability to make something of himself. It invigorated Blitz, who stared at a very saucy painting of Oz and Fizz together, that one day soon, he'd have his own place just like this, with his own horny paintings of him and Stolas hung up on the walls.
"Mhmm, like that one do you?" Asmodeus teased, leaning down to be more at eye level with the Blitz, observing the piece of art with him. The painting was remarkably lewd, but perhaps that was to be expected from The King of Lust and his tastes. It depicted Oz laying back on fine silks draped over a bed, clad in nothing but Fizzarolli in sheer lingerie, wrapped around the sin's groin, cross legged and looking sultrily towards the observers point of view, artistically framed so that his almost-nude body covered what assuredly had to be quite the gargantuan penis.
"Goddamn it really is like a Kaiju." The Imp says without thinking, lustful thoughts bouncing around in his head.
"That and more baby~" Oz replied with a lustful chuckle.
"Should I give you two some space?" The gravelly voice of Fizzarolli offered, looking at the two of them ogling the painting with crossed cybernetics and a playful smirk. Oz straightened up and coughed a little awkwardly, while Blitz's tail suddenly whipped the Sin in the ankle, turning to greet his best friend with just a hint of blush.
"Y'know, usually people have to pay for this sort of thing" The jester approached and the two Imps embraced, Blitz intending to leave the hug quickly, but Fizz holding him in it further, extending the moment of shared warmth. When they parted, he then socked Blitz in the stomach with a servo-enhanced punch, knocking the wind out of him.
"Gah! Fuck!" He cried, doubling over and down to one knee, holding his stomach, drooling slightly onto the fine silk rug of Oz's foyer. "If you don't want people to look at it, why the fuck is it even hung up there?!" He demanded angrily with a gasping breath, looking up at Fizz from his hunched posture, while Fizz looked at him in return like he was an idiot.
"That's for scaring the shit out of me Asshole! You nearly get fucking executed and all I get is a 'I'm fine' afterwards? What the fuck is that about?!" He demanded in return, and when Blitz didn't have an answer for him, he rolled his eyes and offered him a hand up, which Blitzø took warily, the two on equal footing once more.
"Look, I..I'm sorry, there was a whole lotta shit going on. With Stolas and Loona an-"
"Save it." Fizz cut him off venomously, but a look from Oz let him know he was being a little harsh. He sighed and met Blitz's gaze. "If we're gonna be, cool, again. You gotta talk to me, okay? None of this ghosting bullshit, especially when something happens. Let me... Let us help" He looked up to Oz, who stepped around Blitz to be by his partner's side, massive limb making the journey down to rest on Fizz's shoulder.
Blitz dry swallowed but, ultimately acquiesced. "No, you, you're right. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry, be better" He said with some finality, moving the conversation along from his chastisement. He now also joined them in looking at the painting and pondered for a moment. "Ya think we should do another one Oz? Maybe one that's a little more... romantic?"
"Whatever you want Fizzy, although I hope you aren't suggesting we take this one down. You are looking fine" The embodiment of Lust said, leaning down to scoop the clown into his arms and nuzzling his forehead against him, Fizz returning the gesture with a giggle, arm extending with clickity-clack noises to wrap around his giant boyfriend's neck. Oz began planting a series of little kisses over the jester's neck, Fizz's eyes going a little wide in fluster. "O-ozzy!" He protested with some fluster, Oz having no qualm anymore in showing his affections for the little jester in front of others. Fizz also didn't, but doing it in front of his childhood friend was a little much.
"Do you two want some space?" Blitz said, reminding them he was there with a smug expression of his own now.
"As if you'd give it." Fizz barked back, kissing Oz on the cheek and hopping down out of his arms. He looked up to his big boyfriend. "We'll be back soon! Don't have too much fun without me."
"At these meetings? Impossible." The Sin sighed, always busy with new projects to be working on. He knelt down and took Fizz's hands in his own for a moment."Make sure you stay safe Froggie. You've got your panic button right? In fact, why don't I get you an escort? You can take the limo an-"
"Oz, I'll be fine. I've got it, see?" He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small flat disc with a button atop it, shaking it in his boyfriend's face. "We're just going down the street, there's no need to worry!"
"I know, I know, its just after-"
"It'll be okay. Blitz will be with me, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me. Right?" Fizz nudged Blitz, who was now thrust into this little encounter. He took a second to realize he was being called upon, having gotten distracted looking at the painting again. "Mm? Oh, yeah, totally! Don't you worry about a thing your royal sexyness, I'll have your clussy back safe and sound."
Oz chuckled, putting on a brave face, and then stood back to his full height. "Alright, alright, fair enough. Just make sure you do or I will END you." Blitz slightly shrinks at the sudden intensity of the Sin, his voice shaking the walls of the apartment. He makes to leave, but seeing the concern bunched up in Oz's tails has Fizz reconsider their plans.
"If it'll make you feel better Ozzy, we can, order in. Plus all the good coffee is here anyway." Fizz offers with a forced smile, Oz turning back to him. "I'm not gonna stop you from going out babe! Don't let me being concerned prevent you from having a good time." He kneels back down once more, and Fizz feels especially small for his next words. "Its fine, its fine. And..."He glances to Blitz, a little awkward this conversation is happening in front of him, but is reassured by Oz's hand at his back. "I think I might actually, want to stay inside..."
As confident as Fizz appeared, being kidnapped, ransomed and then having a creep invade his dressing room at Mammon's clown pageant. It all had quite the effect on him, and most certainly had something to do with his retirement from the public eye. And while the idea of going out to eat with Blitz had been fine when suggested, now that it was here, those fears were all the more real. He did want to return, but, maybe it was still too soon. And judging from the way his tail anxiously started to curl himself, Oz had figured as much.
"Its up to you Froggie, I'll support your choice. You know that." He nuzzles him once more, pressing his massive, flame-collared head against Fizz's. Fizz kissed him, as Blitz looked on in awe that their ability to communicate. Seeing how understanding they were of each other, and their ability to talk about a problem with such little roadblocks in the way. In that moment he was incredibly jealous of what they had and what he didn't, unable to watch further as envy ate away at him.
"We'll order something here!" The clown decided, Oz nodding. "Well, I'll be back soon, unless you want me to stay? I can easily push this back another few hours, take care of it later." Oz offered, regaining his stature once more.
"Nah, Blitz won't be able to talk about his love life if you're around." Fizz teased, now looking to him, confidence reacquired. It was as he said, he bounced back quickly.
"The fuck? Hey! Don't bring me into yo-" Blitz tried to hide his feelings on the matter, annoyed that Fizz knew that's exactly what he was here to talk about. To be fair, it wasn't hard to piece together.
"See? He's already falling apart. You better go before he starts crying."
"Oh fuck off."
Oz laughed at their antics, offering a farewell to his Fizzy and making his way back to the elevator as Fizz then began leading Blitz to their living room. He plopped himself down on the couch, his bells jingling as he got comfortable. He pulled his phone out and got to messaging the kitchen staff of the palace with their lunch order. Blitz was easy to please, getting himself something simple, while Fizz put in a very complicated, very over-stacked request for a monstrosity of a burger. When it was done, he put it away and turned to Blitz.
"Alright, real talk. No more bullshit. Whats up?" Fizzarolli rested one arm on the couchback, offering Blitzø his undivided attention.
"Not much, y'know just uhhhh. Fuckin', busy with work and shit." Blitz replied, dancing around the issue as usual. He rubbed one thumb over the other in discomfort.
"Really? You came all this way to tell me your busy with work? Shit, we could have just had a phone call. Want me to call you a cab home? Can get your food to-go." Fizz teased, trying to lighten some of the tension that was clearly hitching a ride on his friend's back.
"Fuck off, you know this shit... you know its never been easy for me."
"Which part? Talking about you feelings? Romance? Connecting with another living being? Not being an asshole?"
"Oh Ha Ha. For 'real talk' you sure are making a lot of fuckin' jokes Fizz."
"I'm a fucking clown, what do you expect?" He replies, before sighing and offering a little push. "I want to help you Blitz but unless you open up, at least a little, we're not gonna get anywhere. Is the only way you can be real if we're in the middle of a fuckin, life or death escape or some shit?" He recalled that the entire reason they were talking and even friends again was because of their emotional, high tension conversation during their terrifying adventure in Greed. Blitz finds that, strangely, Fizz had a point. Most of his semi-recent progress in the relationships of his life had been happening during moments of danger. The trial, hunting that ghost with Millie, saving Stolas at his former mansion..."I guess its easier when... not all the focus is on me? I don't fuckin' know..." Blitz looked at his boots, while Fizz waited patiently for him to continue, extending a limb over to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"I... I like, Stolas." He eventually offers, holding his hands together and staring at the floor.
"Noooo, really?" Fizz starts, about to continue with more teasing, but the sudden look of... anguish? Behind Blitz's eyes curtails that. Okay, maybe this was real talk time. "Alright, you like Stolas. We... know that. Whats different?"
"I... I really like him. A lot. I... He's done, so much, for me, and now everything's all fucked up with us and weird and I... I just want to make it better."
"Well... what do you need me for? It sounds like you need to go talk to him."
"I want to go on a date, with him. A real one. And... You and Oz, have this whole, fuckin, domestic thing locked down pretty tight. I thought maybe you could help me... figure it out, plan shit and make it fuckin... good. Something he deserves."
Fizz looked at the heartache clear as day presented on Blitz's face and he knew that this was indeed serious. He'd had an inkling of course, from the way he'd talk about him before and how he'd so quickly jumped to providing for the prince after his banishment, but this was a side of his friend he'd never seen before, and there was a real, genuine opportunity for growth here. Not just in his relationship with Stolas, but in Blitzø as a person entirely.
Their food arrived by one of the many staff under Oz's employ, Fizz handing Blitz his food and taking his gargantuan, scooby-doo-ass burger in both hands, practically having to unhinge his jaw to be able even fit half of the damn thing in his mouth. Blitz thought that perhaps his relationship with Oz had given him finer control and expertise with his mouth.
"Alright, lets talk deetz, we're gonna make that prince's royal dick explode with how good this is going to be."
"Cloaca."
"What?"
"He has a... Nevermind. Doesn't matter" He took a bite of burger, the two beginning to ruminate on potential date ideas, their lunch finally getting somewhere productive.