The Pompous and The Prick

Chapter 10: Meddlers

Spoilers for season 2 episode 6 Oops

The rain poured out of the sky as the windshield wipers beat against the tune coming from the radio. The announcer had called the song "Bye Bye Blackbird" and it sounded like it was coming right from a phonograph, rather than the state of the art audio system that was in the limo. Fizz sighed as he stared out the window at the bright lights and apartment buildings. " . . . We've arrived at the penthouse. Aren't you going in?" One of the hellhounds said from the front. They had been parked outside for a minute and Fizz had made no signs of leaving.

He sighed again, "Yeah . . . I am."

The elevator rose higher and higher, and Fizz couldn't help feeling nervous. More than anything, he wanted to see Ozzie; just cuddle him in their big bed together and forget this night ever happened, but he knew there were questions he'd need to answer first . . . and Oz might tell him to go sleep somewhere else, after. Maybe permanently . . .

Ozzie turned around to see the glass elevator arrive, Fizzarolli inside, looking down, "Fizzy! You're back! What took you so long, babe? Why did you stop answering my texts? Are you hurt anywhere?" Fizz let him inspect his arms, legs and body. Ever since the incident, he'd gotten even more overprotective of him.

"Hi, Asmodeus . . . I'm fine." Fizz said, looking away from him.

"Oh, sh*t. Something serious happen?" Oz turned his chin to look him in the eyes.

Fizz couldn't help it, he started crying, "I-I f**ked up, Ozzy. . . I f**ked up bad. Please don't hate me."

Well, that was concerning, but he was home safe and whatever it was, he clearly already regretted it. Asmodeus sighed, and scooped him up into his arms, a relieved and empathetic look on his face, "I could never hate you, Fizzy frog, come here. It's late and we should both get some sleep."

Once in their room with the door closed, Ozzy set Fizz down on the bed. He grabbed some tissues, and knelt on the floor, and holding Fizz's face, dabbed the tears and snot off. Fizz leaned into the giant blue hand, and kissed it, looking up at Oz shyly.

"I need to tell you what happened. And it's okay if you want to kick me out after. I-I'd understand." Fizz sniffled.

"D*mn girl, what has got you this upset?" Ozzy said, sitting on the bed next to him.

"You know h-how, when we started dating . . . we agreed this was an open relationship, mostly so you could keep up appearances of being the great 'Lord of Lust', big daddy to many, not just me, right?" Fizz started.

". . . Uh-huh." Ozzy did not like where this was going.

"And I told you that I never expected you to have romantic feelings for me, like at all, let alone a monogamous relationship, so I was fine sharing you with however many people it took, as long as we were together." He fidgeted with his hoodie.

"Uh-huh." Oz tried his best to keep a neutral face.

"And I also said that while I appreciated the permission to go fooling around if I wanted, I didn't really need it, because no one could satisfy me the way you could anyway, right. You remember that?" Fizz peaked up at Ozzy.

Asmodeus, trying to hold back tears, squeaked, " . . . Uh-huh. . ."

"Ozzy . . . are you okay?" Fizz put a mechanical hand on his knee.

Oz burst into tears, "You're leaving me aren't you?!" He sobbed.

Fizz was taken aback, "What?! NO! F**k no! Never!"

"I sent you off on a date to get the press off our backs, and you met someone you can love publicly, and now you're leaving me!!!" Oz put his face in his hands.