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Stolas looked up as he heard a thud- Blitzo had crawled over the balcony and fallen on his face before scrambling up to try and lean on the wall, legs shaking. He wore only a black coat and boxers, and fresh bruises littered his body. His skin was also a good two shades paler than usual.
“Blitz?” Stolas’s eyes were wide before he swooped in closer. “What happened?”
“ ’M fine, don’t worry your bird-brain about it,” Blitzo muttered, shooting off a weak finger gun. “Just… wanted to say hi. Long day, figured it’d be better to hug some sweet soft ass instead of bothering Loonie after-”
“Never mind that, where did this come from?” He knelt down, grimacing at the stench of the coat hanging over Blitzo’s shoulders. It stank of body spray and sweat and cum and blood. This close, the bruises were even clearer.
“Oh, this? Some dipshit who couldn’t… fuck his way out of a paper bag,” Blitzo said with a yawn, trying to take a step back when Stolas reached forward but nearly falling flat on his back. “He’s probably dead now, saving poor defenseless asses all over.”
“Did he…” Stolas glanced down, eyes tracing over ragged scratches and bruises with blood starting to scab over between the imp’s legs. His fingers curled into fists. “If he isn’t dead already…”
Blitzo snorted. “Pssh, with what I told mob-daddy before we left? He’ll be lucky to just have his head mounted on the wall.”
“Mob- where have you been?” Stolas grabbed at his arm, and Blitzo groaned at the sudden motion.
“Had a deal in Greed that fell through. Got fucked, literally, and he wasn’t even good. Fuckin’ waste. My ass hurts.” He froze, lips pursing before lunging forward and reaching for the wastebasket by the side of the bed, losing something purple and black into it. Stolas followed, kneeling down again and setting a hand on his back.
“You’ve clearly been drugged.”
“Mhm,” Blitzo muttered in agreement. “Needle. Fuck, shoulda been able to shake this off by now…”
“You were drugged, and then had bad sex.” Stolas could feel fire bubbling beneath his skin as a growl started. “Who did this to you?”
“Nah, nah, nah.” Blitzo waggled a finger. “Had bad sex, then started snooping around and got drugged. I was sober during the sex part. Fuck, wish I hadn’t been though. That guy didn’t know anything except ‘in and out’, fucking amateur.” Stolas’s fingers tightened on Blitzo’s back as he gagged again before his forehead rested on the rim of the can. “I dunno what he mixed in.” It was said so quietly Stolas wasn’t sure he was supposed to hear it.
“…Are you sure?”
“Yeah, ’m sure.” Blitzo paused for long enough that Stolas wasn’t sure he hadn’t passed out. He had to be smelling his own vomit, but he didn’t make any motion to move. “Moxx kicked him out. Millie kicked him out. I was the last option to get his dick wet, figured… he said he’d tell me what they liked. Fuckin’ liar, I’ve seen 'em fuck enough times to know that’s a crock'a shit, but you tell that to the guy using you like a fleshlight. Figured it’d be easier to let him just finish off, I...” He trailed off before gagging again, back shaking. "If I get something from this, I'm gonna plug 'em myself. Fucker."
Something heavy and thick swirled in Stolas’s stomach. Jealousy? Worry? Fear, for how casually Blitzo was brushing this off? He’d had sex with someone else. Stolas knew he didn't... they weren't... whatever they had, it hurt to imagine, but seeing Blitzo drowning in the rank coat covered in bones, smelling of vomit and blood and murmuring curses to some nameless beast…
He could deal with the emotions slinking through later. For now, he opened a portal to the kitchen and prepared a glass of water with magic, offering it to the imp.
“I believe you said you wanted some soft ass. I’ll advise you to have some water first.”
Blitzo blinked, looking up at the cup, then gave a lopsided smile before burying his face in Stolas’s chest.