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

~Bad day~

A/N Remember me saying that i'll finish the book? Prob not anymore, idk. I'll keep thinking about it. Anyways time to fu- I MEAN talk to stolas on chai. CYA!

Stolas sat on the couch in the IMP office, bouncing a crossed leg as he waited for Blitz to see him. He knew the likelihood that Blitz had actual business to attend to was rather low. But Blitzy loved to tease him. The waiting only made him want the little imp more, the anticipation making it all the sweeter when he finally managed to steal a bit of his attention outside of their full moon rendezvous.

"Can I get you something to drink, your highness?" Moxxie asked, clearly nervous in his presence.

Stolas held up a hand in dismissal.

"No, thank you. But if you could check when your boss will be able to see me, I'd appreciate it."

"Yes, sir," Moxxie replied, hurrying off to Blitz's office.

Stolas looked around the office calmly, patiently waiting, and entirely oblivious to the gesturing shadows in the window of the door behind him. Soon, Moxxie returned and cleared his throat.

"He can see you now."

"Thank you."

Stolas stood elegantly and made his way to Blitz's office, closing the door behind him before having a seat across from him. Blitz was on the phone, tapping his fingers on the desk.

"I'm on hold with the power company," he explained. "But since I won't be talking to a living fucking person for the next five years , what do you want?"

Stolas leaned against the desk, chin in hand, as he gave Blitz a seductive look.

"Oh, nothing in particular. I just miss my Blitzy."

Blitz rolled his eyes and rubbed his temples with his free hand.

"I'm trying to run a business here, Stolas!"

"And you do it so well."

Blitz didn't try to hide his offense at the condescending tone.

"Yeah, I do!" he shot back. "I break my god damn back keeping this business going. Especially on the full moon!"

Stolas didn't seem moved by his anger, still making eyes at him.

"You certainly do."

"Listen-!"

Before Blitz could completely lose his temper, the lights suddenly went out.

"Oh are you fucking shitting me!?"

He slammed the phone down, missed the cradle, and just swiped the whole thing off into the floor.

"Now we won't have power until I fix this shit on Monday! Fucking great!"

"Sir," Moxxie began, lightly knocking.

"I KNOW MOXX!! Just go home early!"

"Yes, sir."

Blitz put his head in his hands before slamming them on the desk.

"Well! I have all the time in the goddamn world now, Stolas! What is it?!"

"Perhaps, we should find some light," Stolas suggested gently. "Do you keep any candles?"

He sounded a little concerned, but Blitz just let his head hit the desk. He couldn't deal with this right now.

"I don't know. Go check the break room. Sounds like something Moxxie would keep around."

Stolas stood and left him, returning after a while with the candles. Blitz didn't look up but he could see the light increase as he lit each of them. Blitz sighed heavily as he sat up at last.

"I've had gem of a fucking week. Let's just get this over with."

He started removing his jacket.

"Blitzy, please. I'm not an animal. Well, I'm not always an animal." He smirked for a moment before his face dropped into a concerned expression. "I can see you're having a hard time. Tell me what I can do to fix it."

Blitz let his jacket drop around him and gave him a devious grin.

"I might feel better if you go down to the power company and Medusa the shit out of Markus from customer service."

Stolas gave him an amused look and leaned over the desk again.

"I'll think about it, for you."

Blitz leaned back and stretched before dragging his hands down his face with a groan.

"I don't know. Shit's been all over the place. Fucking up jobs, Loona's not even talking to me, and Moxxie's treating me like a fucking baby."

"He cares about you."

"Who does that?" Blitz scoffed.

Stolas reached across and took Blitz's hand, bringing it up to his beak, kissing it gently.

"I do, Blitzy."

"Oh, great, now you're gonna start."

He jerked his hand back and crossed his arms stubbornly.

"I don't need your pity."

Stolas sighed and stood. He moved around the desk to kneel at Blitz's side, causing him to look down in surprise and turn his chair. Stolas placed his hands on Blitz's knees and turned his red eyes up in adoration.

"It's not pity, Blitz. So many people care for you. Let them. If not me, your friends."

Blitz felt a heat crawling up his cheeks as he stared down at Stolas. The candlelight kissed that pale face of his softly, bringing out the soft curve of his beak. Blitz was stubborn, but he had never lied to himself about how attractive Stolas could be.

And he'd said his name right.

Blitz cupped his mask-like face in thick, calloused hands.

"No," he replied, tone childish and stubborn.

Slender fingers grasped his wrists, thumbs brushing over them. The shadows shifted on Stolas' face as he turned his head slightly into a palm, creating a more sinister appearance.

"Then let me at least relieve some of your tension."

"Oh, yeah, you'll do that just for me." Blitz replied sarcastically.

"I didn't say that," Stolas chuckled. "But what do we have if not a mutually beneficial relationship."

Blitz grinned back and undid his pants with a quirked eyebrow. Okay, he could admit it when Stolas turned him on. And having the royal on his knees begging for a taste of him could be a real high. Especially here in the dark with the candlelight sending flickering shadows over everything. It made things seem intimate and isolated. Like it was okay to just let go and let himself have this one even if it was what Stolas wanted, too.