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Fizzarolli worked hard putting together a nightclub act worthy of Ozzie"s. Then he spent weeks rehearsing it. He wanted it to be perfect. Not only because he was performing for Asmodeus and the Lust Ring crowd, but because it was his first gig since the fire. He needed to prove to himself that his whole career hadn"t gone up in flames.
Being a performer was who he was. It was in his marrow. Yet, he found himself staring absently in the mirror of the dressing room on his first night. He stared at his reflection. That face was foreign to him. That colouring. The chalky whiteness of his face would take forever to get used to. And that wasn"t the only issue...
"What"s the matter, Fizzy Frog?" Asmodeus asked when he poked his head in the door. They locked eyes and he saw Fizzarolli"s fear for the first time in a long time. "I thought you would be excited to get back on the stage."
"I thought I would too. But how can I go out there like this?"
Asmodeus looked him over. He wasn"t sure what the imp was insecure about. Nothing stood out. He was getting comfortable with his burn scars. Getting comfortable with his make-up and wardrobe experiments. The robotic limbs were in perfect condition and he had been adapting to them exceptionally well. Asmodeus was at a loss.
"I don"t see any reason why you shouldn"t."
"My voice..." Fizzarolli confessed shyly.
"What"s wrong with your voice?"
"It"s nothing like it used to be. It"s so harsh. I used to bring joy to the crowd with my songs and my jokes. Now I sound like this."
"You sound sexy as hell, Fizz."
"You"re the embodiment of lust! Of course you think I sound sexy. You find everything sexy!"
"Because everything is sexy," Asmodeus said in a serious tone. It was so stern, so authoritative and comforting to the imp. "Don"t you realize what I am?"
"A horny ringleader with a massive cock?"
"I mean, obviously I am that too."
"Sorry," Fizzarolli hugged himself and looked down sheepishly. "Resorting to jokes is an old clown habit. Ignore me."
"I"m not going to ignore the fact that you"re nervous." The enormous hand suddenly stroking Fizzarolli"s cheek was warm and he nuzzled into it. "You said it yourself: I am the embodiment of lust. Desire. Longing. I am kink and fetish and fucking. I am that stirring of excitement in your groin. That delicious curiosity when you find something irresistibly hot. I am the capacity to find anything hot in the first place. Your voice is sexy because everything is sexy. Because everything has the capacity to arouse."
Fizzarolli felt a tug in the pit of his stomach. A tightening. It left him breathless for a moment. The heat of Asmodeus and their skin to skin contact.
He made a sound. Something like a chirp. Only, through his scorched vocal chords, it came out smoky and jagged. The sound embarrassed him. It didn"t properly convey how cute and cozy Asmodeus"s attention made him feel. But he tried to take what Asmodeus was imparting to him seriously. To own this voice. To feel at home with it.
"Beautiful," Asmodeus grinned. He leaned in to rub Fizzarolli"s cheek with his own.
"I guess I do sound pretty sexy like this."
"Very sexy, my little Fizzy Frog."
"Yours," Fizzarolli sighed.
It was becoming a strange relationship. Everything and everyone belonged to Asmodeus in the Lust Ring. Yet, at the same time, no one was truly his. Not like this. Not in the way that Fizzarolli felt he was.
Fucking was one thing. He could be a ringleader"s pampered sex slave for all eternity. Not a creature in hell would bat an eye. But to belong to Asmodeus; heart and soul, as well as body? To have Asmodeus tending to him as he was, treating and observing and experimenting so lovingly throughout this recovery period? That would be unheard of.
Still, it felt like Asmodeus didn"t care. In fact, he knew that Asmodeus didn"t care, when that deep, intoxicating voice grumbled back in response. One word. And Fizzarolli melted in his arms.
"Mine."