Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Comfort~

A/N Another short one sorry, I'm thinking of ending the book, It's become difficult writing nowdays so i'll probably take a break. Maybe 4-3 chapters more and i'll leave it there for now :)

Blitz always felt a little weirder about coming in through the front door of the Goetia Palace whenever Stella wasn't around. It didn't seem right. The servant imps all stared or pointedly ignored him. They all knew why he was there. And honestly, it took longer to go through the damn palace than it did to climb the balcony.

He felt like he'd walked miles by the time he got to Stolas' bedroom door, book tucked under his arm. He pushed the door open slowly, finding Stolas sitting on the bed, back to the door. Something seemed off. Blitz put the book down on the nearest piece of furniture that would hold it as he studied Stolas' curved back.

When Stolas was upset, he somehow managed to look even more fragile. Like you could snap him if you touched him. Blitz rounded the bed, swinging around to face him with a sultry grin in an attempt to cheer him up.

"Someone here order the hottest ass in Hell?"

Stolas looked up and smiled lightly, but there were tears in his eyes. Blitz dropped the act immediately.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's nothing, really." Stolas dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief and tried to look excited to see him.

But his whole body still drooped like a limp noodle and Blitz couldn't see this night going well with him like that. He already had to do all the work most of the time, but if Stolas couldn't even hold himself up they weren't gonna get anywhere.

He plopped down on the bed next to the feathery sad sack. Better get straight to the point here or Stolas would dance around it all night.

"Don't give me that bullshit. Is it the bitch?"

"No. It's not Stella." Stolas sighed deeply. "It's nothing to concern yourself with."

"Well, I'm concerning...me...with...I'm concerned!"

Stolas looked surprised.

"That's right. I said it. Now spit it out."

"Very well," Stolas consented. "I'm...well, I suppose I'm suffering a bit of depression. Concerning my future."

"Your future?"

What the hell did Stolas have to be concerned about? He had money and power. Nothing in Hell could touch the man.

"I don't know what it looks like at this point or what it should look like. Oh, I have an idea of the bigger picture," he said with a dismissive wave of the hand. "But personal matters are a different story."

Blitz swallowed, very aware he had to be included in those worries. Stolas slid a hand over his to confirm that further.

"How will Octavia feel about me as she grows? About the choices I choose or decline to make? Where will those choices lead me and can I ever be brave enough to make them?"

Blitz slipped his hand from Stolas' but only to get a better hold on it, lacing their fingers.

"That's some pretty deep shit."

"I'm sorry. Perhaps we should reschedule our rendezvous."

"Yeah, we don't need sad sex. Trust me, I know."

Blitz made a face and Stolas smiled sadly again.

"Well, I suppose you'll want to be on your way, then."

Stolas attempted to remove his hand, but Blitz held onto it.

"I'm already here. And it's like fifty fuckin miles back to the front door. Mind if I stay a while?"

Stolas' fingers squeezed his and a more genuine smile spread over his face.

"If that's what you want."

Blitz gave him a rare soft smile before releasing his hand and crawling up to the top of the huge bed. He flopped back onto a pile of pillows and gave him another exaggeratedly seductive look.

"Come and get it."

Stolas laughed before slinking up beside him and cuddling up to his side, arms snaking around his waist. Blitz put his arm around his thin shoulders, letting him tuck his head under his chin.

"Thank you, Blitzy. You don't have to do this."

Blitz shrugged and pulled him closer.

"Hey, it's less work than what I came here for."

Stolas played with the buttons on Blitz's shirt absently as Blitz's hand ran up and down his arm in a soothing motion. Stolas wasn't so bad to hold. He tried not to let him know that, but he was soft and warm. Blitz let his face rest against the top of Stolas' head and let himself enjoy the comfortable silence.