Stolitz - Alternate Endings -

"We could talk. Or watch a movie. Or... maybe cuddle?"

"Stolas, don't act like what we have is anything but..." Blitzo struggled to find the words as he stared at Stolas. His voice left him. The biting retort wasn't coming out and it was scaring him to heaven. Yet as he gathered his words, the distinct lack of horniness in Stolas's luminous eyes stopped him.

Stolas was being genuine about it. There was not a shred of eye fucking coming from the owl prince. A true rarity. It didn't make up for how he was basically abandoned by the prince in the club. Blitzo sighed and clenched his jaw, "I'll join you but if you try anything, I will rip all four of your eyes out of their sockets."

A smile spread across Stolas's face. He raised one hand and crossed his heart with the other, "Hope to die, Blitzy."

Blitzo hopped out of the van and passed Stolas. Happily, the owl followed in suit, already beginning to discard his flowing cape. As they walked through the doorway, he set it on a tiny imp who was practically crushed beneath it's luxury fabric.

Blitzo made his way to the couch and sat on the far end. He picked up the remote and turned on the T.V. switching it through the various channels until he got to an action movie. Looked like plenty of fighting and blood. Perfect to keep things non-romantic.

Stolas wanted to sit as close as he could without bothering the already irritated imp. So he chose to sit on the other end. The loud machine guns and flying limbs were a bit much for the prince. It seemed that Blitzo was happier with this distraction so he kept quiet.

After a few minutes of that, the T.V. muted. Confused, Stolas looked at Blitzo. The smaller imp gestured towards the television, "Do you want to change it?"

"Oh! No, Blitzy it's quite alright, I promise."

"You're a fuckin' terrible liar, y'know?" Blitzo tossed the remote at him, "You were making weird faces at the movie."

"I'm sorry if I ruined it again, I truly-"

"Stolas. Shut up and pick something before I change my mind."

Stolas picked up the remote and slowly switched the channel until landing on Hell's very own soap opera channel. He was nervous to see Blitzo's reaction. Yet, to his surprise, the imp's eyebrows perked just slightly. Did...he like soap operas?

As it began to play, Stolas scooted just millimeters closer to Blitzo. Trying to not be noticed by him. The show descended into chaos. It was an episode where Gabriella chased after Alejandro in the rain. The male character was insistent on leaving Gabriella to pursue another woman.

"Fuckin' idiot.." Blitzo murmured under his breath, hoping Stolas didn't hear.

Unfortunately for him, Stolas has the ears of an owl. "I know right?! She's clearly so much better for Alejandro." He gasped loudly as Alejandro pushed Gabriella into a puddle.

"THAT ASSHOLE" Blitzo yelled and slammed a fist on the arm of the couch, "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS SHIT" He gestured angrily at the screen.

"The audacity! She's done so much for him, why cant he just let her down lightly. I mean in season 5, episode 15-"

"Oh that fuckin episode, dont even get me STARTED" The imp groaned, "That was his grandfather's watch, for god's sake!"

"He didn't even say thank you! He's absolutely heartless." Stolas was getting very excited about discussing the show. He moved a little closer, now facing Blitzo, his legs now under him. The movement seemed to jerk Blitzo back into the moment.

He froze and stared at Stolas. "What are you doing." His defenses were back up again.

"I'm just...I was just excited to talk to you. I don't get to talk about this show very often." Stolas's hands gripped his knees. So tight that he felt like he was leaving bruises on them.

A pang of regret snuck it's way into Blitzo's defenses. "Ah. Right."

They went back to watching silence.

An hour went by. Then another. At this point, the show was some weird Hellmark romance movie. It was entertaining in it's bad acting fortunately. For the entirety of these two hours, Blitzo's thoughts were racing. Wondering if he should make a casual move to make this awkward situation a little better.

His black clawed hand reached out as he feigned it as switching sitting positions. It brushed against Stolas's hand. Stolas froze up, not expecting the touch. From the movement though, it was a mistake.

Again, the imp's hand brushed against his and he finally looked down. Blitzo was almost right next to him now. A deep blush hit his cheeks and he looked away. He felt so silly for being so awkward. As the actors in the show kissed, he felt Blitzo rest his hand over Stolas's.

Despite the amount of transactional fucking they'd done up to this point. This was the most intimate that Stolas has ever been with the short imp. In a little moment of bravery, he scooted a little closer. At this point, they were now rubbing shoulders. While awkwardly staring at the weirdly long makeout sesh the demons were having on screen.

God this is fuckin' awkward. Blitzo was desperately trying not to show Stolas how much he was freaking out. He red cheeks were a dead giveaway. Now shoulder to shoulder, Blitzo made the executive decision to lean on Stolas's arm a little.

Stolas hesitantly lifted his arm and put it around the red imp. Lightly resting his hand on Blitzo's arm. True to Blitzo's nature he couldn't keep his mouth shut, "I'm not made of fuckin' glass, Stolas, don't treat me like it."

It was just a defense for this extremely vulnerable position he put himself in. Stolas's arm relaxed. The weight unexpectedly pulled Blitzo into his chest. The smell was..so nice. It wasn't really identifiable but it relaxed him. The movie was no longer important and the credits were rolling now.

"I'm sorry, Blitzo. I know you don't like this...emotional sort of talk but I have to say it." He squeezed the imp's arm lightly, "I'm sorry I didn't defend us. It was inexcusable."

Blitzo did not expect an apology but...he appreciated it. "Yeah..thanks." He contemplated on making his own apology but didn't want to accidentally start crying. Not now.

"Would you like to stay the night? We won't do any fornication, just a cuddle and a good nights rest."

Blitzo considered this offer. It was sweet, for sure. He didn't know if he was ready to continue this vulnerability with Stolas.

Ah, fuck it.

"Alright you convinced me. Asshole." He threw an insult in there for good measure.

In a gentle swooping motion, he was picked up and carried to the lavish master bedroom. The glowing side lamps were just bright enough to see where the bed was. Setting Blitzo down, he crawled over and laid down.

As Stolas slowly drifted off, Blitzo scooted into his chest. Facing away and waiting for the long bird arms to wrap him up. The warmth enveloped him and he began to get a little choked up. Apparently Stolas noticed and hugged him tighter. "Goodnight darling Blitzy."

"Goodnight Stolas."

The bedside lamps faded to black.