Helluva Deal

21. Thunder In Your Head

Someone is hugging his chest and it's not Stolas. Blitz knows this even before his mind fully awakes from his sleep. Just like somebody else's head nuzzling against his shoulder. Also not the owl-demon.

Blitz hasn't ever really been the type for gangbangs. Too stressful.

So he excludes this option pretty fast. Just like a random threesome or whatever-some.

No. He wouldn't do that to Stolas, he knows that much. Although he can't really recall why exactly left alone the thought of sleeping with anybody else but the demon prince has bile rising up in his throat. Literally so.

He sits up, retching weakly, gasping for air.

„Blitz!"

He vaguely realizes that the voice of the person who hugged him belongs to a very worried Moxxie. And hearing it is an incredible relief for him for some reason.

„Mo-," he breaks up in another retch.

„Easy, Love, easy."

Stolas. Blitz' rapidly beating heart calms down a little immediately at hearing the soft voice. But his head still is spinning with confusion; 'Love'?

A light appears in front of the imp in the otherwise stark dark room. A light in a feathered hand, in front of a softly, but worriedly smiling Stolas, sitting on the bed at his feet.

„By the way, you know you look damn hot when you conjure magic like that, Sto. It's the complete counterpart to your demon form and yet I find both likewise attractive..."

Blitz gasps out at the sudden jolt of memory and holds his head, squeezing his eyes shut.

„Blitz, talk to us! What is wrong?!" Moxxie gently touches his right arm.

Blitz shrinks together at the touch, expecting pain for some reason, but it doesn't set in.

„It's all right. I already healed your broken bone, Darling," assures the voice of the person who has just been snuggling with his shoulder when he woke up gently.

Blitz' head jolts up, „Alastor!" he turns to him and pulls him into a tight hug, closing his eyes.

The radio demon returns the hug just as tightly but gently, then he murmurs, „I'm all right, Blitz. Here, let me lift this fog off your mind for you..."

For a few seconds, a green light envelopes both of them and Blitz gasps out when he finally has access to all parts of his memories again and they return to him far gentler than before. It's a good feeling...until grief and pain set in again as well.

„Ace..." he pulls back, looking the radio demon over, who's smiling softly, sadly at him, „Alastor... Are you... Is he... Are you okay? I mean..."

„I do feel that there is something missing, yes..." Alastor gently cups Blitz' cheek, wiping the first tear away for him, „And I am so sorry you had...have to go through this pain, Blitz. When I came by about a day ago myself, I was completely confused and disoriented and crying for a reason I couldn't understand myself. Stolas then filled me in on what happened..." he now nods to Blitz' boyfriend, „He was completely devastated after having to watch you writhe and cry in your sleep for over one day. Grief, panic and pain taking its toll on you so badly, you couldn't recover, not even in this unconscious sleep you fell in, shortly after Moxxie and I were out of danger. So I first healed your arm as soon as I was able to and then blocked out a great part of your memories to finally let you rest. You needed that so badly... Sorry if this had you confused when you just woke up."

„Well, it worked apparently, so thank you for that. But... Hold on. Did you just say... I've been sleeping...for two days?!" Blitz stares at him in disbelief, then his hands dart to his stomach.