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Another day, another show. Fizz did his usual stretches in his balcony, wincing now and then. His joints weren’t doing too great tonight but the pain killers he’d taken were helping a bit and it wasn’t bad enough he wanted to call it off. He just wouldn’t be super mobile tonight, that’s all. Most regulars were used to that happening from time to time anyway.

The clock struck ten. He took a deep breath before launching himself off the balcony, landing on the stage and grabbing his usual mic. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome welcome to Ozzie’s, the lust ring’s number one joint for all kinds of twisted fantasies!” He cackled and tossed the mic around a bit. “I know we’re all excited for the line up tonight, I know I am! We’ve got a famous incubus, Fire Light, here tonight everybody!”

Everyone whooped and cheered as a spotlight fell on said Incubus leaning on the bar, he waved and blew some kisses into the audience. Fizz waited until the spotlight went out before he strutted forward and continued. “Now now, before we begin, I’m doing one last announcement for robo fizz! The Lust rings hottest new sex toy, designed by Asmodeus himself!” He gestured to where his boss usually sat, glad to find he was there tonight.

He’d been iffy on the sex robots but he figured it would help keep people off of him a little more and also the raise he got with it was well worth it. “There’s a pamphlet for them in your menus with the details.” He did his signature cackle. “I certainly hope you buy one for your pleasure at home.”

“We’ve already got three.” Fizz turned to the table on his left, where two demons were sitting and eying him like he was fresh meat. He ignored the way his body wanted to shiver and grinned at them instead.

“Well, good for you! Always nice to meet loyal customers.” He winked at them and strutted off. “Now, as is customary on Friday nights, we’re going to start off with our hanging pole dancers to kick it off, then, right after, we’ve got a little act called the Squirters, fresh off the block!” Everyone whooped and hollered.

He frowned as he heard something off in the audience. Someone was yelling something. He turned to his right to see an imp yelling and pointing at him. He made a face when another table behind them joined in. He put the mic back up to his face. “What-”

Searing hot pain shot through him and he screamed in agony. He didn’t know what was happening, all he knew was the screaming coming out of his lungs and the searing pain shooting through his whole body as he collapsed to the ground. Everyone was screaming now as the whole room shook. 

“HOW DARE YOU!” Asmodeus? Fizz looked up, one eye shut and his entire body trembling in agony. There was blue fire surrounding the King and the power coming from him was suffocating. Fizz was lifted into the air and cradled against Asmodeus’s chest. Fuck, everything hurt. What had they even done? Why couldn’t he move his limbs?

There was a blood curdling scream that was quickly cut off with a juicy crunching sound. That was definitely someone’s skull being crushed. He couldn’t say they hadn’t deserved it. His head hurt so bad, everything was getting fuzzy. He tried to call out for Asmodeus but wasn’t sure anything even came out of him.

Asmodeus said something but he couldn’t understand what the fuck it could have been. He closed his eyes and let the world fade out.

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Fizz felt very fuzzy when he awoke, not quite sure where he was or what was happening. He felt very warm, though. He shifted and felt water on every side. Was he in a bath? He shifted again but it didn’t feel right. Why didn’t he feel right? He opened his eyes, grumbling in confusion as he took in his surroundings.

He didn’t recognize the tile he was looking at, black and purple with a heart pattern in it. Not to mention the tub he was in was huge. He was being held up by Asmodeus’s big hands. Oh, Asmodeus was here. 

“Fizzy,” he was speaking so softly, like Fizz was a scared kitten. “I am very sorry.”

“Hm, why’re you-” Fizz froze, eyes snapping open when he tried to move his arm only to find it wasn’t there. He looked down. None of his limbs were present and there was a decent amount of blood in the tub that had to have come off of him. He screamed and struggled as best he could.

“I know, I know,” Asmodeus cooed, sounding genuinely sad. He lifted Fizz out of the water and wrapped him in a towel as he screamed and sobbed, entire body shaking. Fuck, fuck no. He couldn’t do being a fucking torso again. He felt so weak and helpless and he hated it. 

Asmodeus was quiet as he sobbed into his fur, drying him off with gentle hands. Fizz sniffled, nose clogged now. Fuck he couldn’t even blow it himself. “I’d rather be dead.” That wasn’t meant to be out loud, oh well. 

“Oh, Dollface.” Asmodeus wiped his nose and helped him blow it, which was embarrassing as fuck. “Please don’t say that.”

“Why the fuck not?” Fizz snapped, glaring at him. “I fucking hate it here! I hate everyone looking at me like meat on a stick, including you! Those assholes probably did what they did because they were into it or some shit! Probably why they had to buy three of the fucking things!”

“I know,” Asmodues said softly, tossing the towel in a hamper and wrapping Fizz in a soft robe before picking him up. “But I took care of them.”

“That isn’t the point! ” 

“Then what is?” 

“Bitch I barely leave my fucking apartment! I think the only time I’ve ever been somewhere other than there and work was when James insisted on dragging me out for drinks a few months ago! And this shit is why! Handling muggers n shit in greed was one thing! This shit is demented!” 

“You really hate it here?”

“YES! ” 

Silence.

Fiiz breathed heavily, entire body shaking as Asmodeus began to carry him out. He started to panic. Fuck he was just going to drop him off, wasn’t he? This was it, he’d finally pushed the wrong button.

Fizz peeked out when he heard a door open and shut. He looked out fully when he realized this must be Asmodeus’s room. The ceiling was covered in twinkle lights, which were partially hidden by translucent purple fabric, which casted the whole room in a dark purple light. The lights cascaded down the walls, each of them in various shapes.

The bed was large, not that he was surprised, with a canopy with purple curtains and sheets that looked softer than anything he’d ever seen. There was a velvet couch placed in front of a flatscreen tv, attached to the wall, and a large desk with papers strewn about. There was also two shelves absolutely filled with various sex toys kept behind glass.

“Is this, your room?” Fizz asked, a little in awe at it. 

“It is.” Asmodeus went over to the bed, settling Fizz against the pillows. “You’re going to need cared for until they finish the repairs, and I don’t trust anyone else with you.”

“You, don’t?” Fizz looked up at him, watching as he got changed into more comfortable clothing. 

“No.” Asmodeus finished changing before heading back over, scooping Fizz up and holding him close as he settled against the bedding. “Do you...do you want to leave?”

Fizz shook his head. “No, no that’s not what I meant, I...I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry that happened and I assure you precautions will be taken.” Asmodeus paused, gently petting his head. “If, you decide to stay, that is.” 

“I thought I was forbidden from leaving?” Fizz grumbled.

Asmodeus sighed. “Yes, but if you are truly that miserable, I won’t force you.” Fizz looked up at him. Asmodeus was staring into the distance as he petted him idly, looking tired and sad. Fizz sighed and leaned back against his chest, already tired from making himself sit up like that. 

“I’ll stay,” he said quietly, as he nuzzled his fur. He didn’t tack on the thought that he’d rather suffer that again if it meant he got to see Asmodeus every day. Fuck, he’d come to enjoy his company. Not just the after work fucks either. They chatted, often. Asmodeus was charming as all fuck and Fizz actually enjoyed talking to him.

“Alright.” Asmodeus nuzzled him. “Are you hungry? You’ve been out for a while.” Fizz considered a moment before nodding slowly. “Very well.” He stood up, propping Fizz up against the pillows again. “Stay here, I’ll be back.”

Fizz made a face. “Yeah, sure, I’ll resist the urge to get up and walk away while you’re gone.”

Asmodeus laughed lightly and gave his head a pat. “Silly little imp.” He left the room, closing the door behind him. Fizz took a longer look around the room. There were photos on the walls of Asmodeus with various people, mostly other royalty, but a few with his employees and a few people he assumed were sexual partners, given the way they were posing.

The sex shelves were different. One was various dildos, vibrators, and other things to use for genitals. The other was ropes, gags, cuffs, and everything else you could use to tie someone up. There was no way Asmodeus didn’t have a sex dungeon in his house. If he didn’t, Fizz would be absolutely floored.

He was bored now. He looked around, wondering if there was a way he could fuck with Asmodeus when he came back. He grinned wickedly and threw his weight forward, grunting when he landed face first on the bed. This would hurt a little but it would totally be worth it.

Fizz shifted his weight to roll off the bed, grunting when he hit the floor. There was a rug there at least, so it didn’t hurt too bad. Asmodeus also seemed to keep his place pretty clean, so that was another bonus. He perked when he heard heavy footsteps, he better get a move on. He rolled himself under the bed just in time for the door to open.

He bit his lip, trying not to laugh when he heard the confused squawk, body shaking with the repressed laughter.

“Dollface?” Asmodeus went over to the bed, feet by Fizz’s face as he heard him moving the bedding around. “Fizzy!?” Fizz shifted his weight, rolling his face out from under the bed to see Asmodeus looking around with worry. The faces in his mane were crying.

He bursts out laughing, making him jump and look down. “Oh man! I got you good! Oh, that was golden!” He cackled loudly as Asmodeus picked him up, giving him a scolding look. “C’mon! That was funny and you know it!” 

Asmodeus’s frown faded and he giggled, hugging Fizz close. “Okay, it was, but I could have stepped on you, you silly little imp!” Fizz cackled a little. “Don’t do that again.”

“I make absolutely no promises.” Fizz grinned at him as Asmodeus shook his head, grabbing a plate he had set on the bedside table. Fizz craned his head to try and see what it was because it smelled wonderful. Asmodeus walked over to the velvet couch and sat down, placing Fizz in his lap and pulling a small table out in front of them to set the food on.

Oh for fucks sake, it was on a damn golden tray. “You are one rich fuckhead.” Asmodeus snorted. “You also got boney knees.” Fizz grinned at the laugh that got him. Asmodeus grabbed a pillow and set it between Fizz and his lap.

“Better, you little brat?”

“Much, thank you.” Fizz nuzzled Asmodeus’s hand. He was feeling extra affectionate. Whether that had anything to do with how he had been hurt or not he wasn’t sure, he just knew he wanted attention bad right now. He looked at the food, finally. There were two plates of some fancy looking dish, it was some kind of meat he did not recognize. There was also mashed potatoes with gravy and a pile of mixed veggies. There were also two glasses, it looked like wine? It was not in a wine glass though.

“It’s just juice,” Asmodeus answered his silent question. “And that’s fish, from earth.” Fizz’s eyes widened. He had never had earth food before. He wasn’t even aware they were capable of eating earth food. Asmodeus chuckled. “Are you alright?”

“No bitch! What kind of fancy rich shit is this!?” Asmodeus full on laughed at that. “Can I even digest that shit? I didn’t know we were able to eat that!”

“Yes, you can,” Asmodeus assured him, gently rubbing over one of his horn stubs. “So long as you aren’t allergic to fish.”

“How the fuck would I know? I’ve never had it!” 

Asmodeus shrugged and turned on the tv. “Guess it’s time to find out, isn’t it?”

Fizz just grumbled, leaning back against him. “The fuck we watching?”

“I had a movie I saw the other day I thought you may enjoy, it had your sense of humor.” Fizz blushed. Asmodeus thought of him when he was at home? In his everyday life? What the actual fuck was happening here? 

“Oh, okay, sounds good.” Fizz winced when his stomach gurgled, feeling it twist. “Ow.” He watched Asmodeus grab a fork and cut off a piece of the fish, offering it to him. Damn this was pathetic. “Thanks.” He bit it off the fork, chewing it. Holy fuck, this was amazing. Did he just whine?

“Like it?” Asmodeus cooed, getting him another piece. Fizz just nodded, eagerly biting off the next piece. “Good.” He nuzzled the top of Fizz’s head as he selected the movie from voxflix. Fizz relaxed against him, watching as the movie started.

He actually did enjoy the movie quite a bit, it was very funny. Asmodeus alternated between feeding himself and feeding Fizz. It didn’t take long for the embarrassment to be forgotten as he simply enjoyed being in his company. By the time the movie ended he was no longer hungry and was instead very tired.

He looked up as he heard Asmodeus yawn. “Looks like I’m not the only one ready for bed.” Fizz yawned as well, giving his head a little shake after. Asmodues turned the tv off and got up, setting Fizz on the bed. He went back to grab the tray of food and set it just outside the door. Fizz assumed someone would come grab it later or something.

Asmodeus headed back into the room, removing all clothing but his boxers. Fizz tilted his head. “Wait, am I sleeping in here?” Asmodeus looked over at him like he was crazy. “What? I’m serious!”

“Fizzy,” Asmodeus said it like he was a child who said something stupid. “You have no limbs. What happens if you need something in the middle of the night and you’re all alone?” That was a good point. He made a face as he realized he was going to need help going to the bathroom. At the hospital they just gave him a catheter, but that wasn’t really an option here. “What is it?”

“How long will the repairs take?” 

“Five days is what he told me.” Asmodeus got into bed beside him. “I couldn’t scare him into fixing it any faster Fizzy, sorry.”

“Hm,” was all he could think to say. He could probably not shit for five days, right? That totally wouldn’t have medical repercussions. Peeing would be different though, he couldn’t avoid that. He’d had a uti once and he wouldn’t like to repeat the experience. 

“What the hell are you thinking about?” Asmodeus asked, giggling a little. “You look so intense.”

Fizz huffed. “Just, I’m going to need help going to the bathroom, that’s all.”

Asmodeus hummed. “Indeed. Well, it’s either that or diapers.” Fizz made a face and Asmodeus laughed. “Helping you it is.” Asmodeus got under the covers, moving Fizz around a bit until he seemed comfortable. “Wake me, if you need something.”

“Are you a hard sleeper?”

“Kind of, screaming should work though.”

“Sounds fun.”

“Goodnight, Dollface.” Asmodeus nuzzled him before settling into bed.

Fizz sighed softly, closing his eyes. “Night.”

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Two more days until he got his limbs back. It felt like forever since the incident but he’d be lying if he said a part of him wasn’t enjoying it a little. Not being limbless, obviously, but being with Asmodeus was enjoyable to say the least. Not spending every night alone, usually drunk or high off his ass, was a nice change of pace.

At first he hadn’t thought about having sex at all, he was far too distraught and angry. Now though, three days later, he was getting uncomfortably horny. He hadn’t even realized how much his body craved sex since it had become a regular thing but now that he didn’t have it, it was all he thought about. 

He had thought about mentioning it once or twice but he felt awkward actually asking. He’d never asked Asmodeus to fuck him, his boss just did it. How the fuck were you supposed to ask for sex anyway? Did it have to be sexy? God damn it, he really didn’t know shit about this.

“Dollface, why the scowl?” Fizz looked over from where he was on the bed. Asmodeus was leaning over the back of his desk chair, twirling a fancy feather pen between his fingers. Fizz just grumbled and threw his weight around until he was facing away from Asmodeus. He was very uncomfortable now but it was his own fault. Asmodeus rose from his chair. “Fizzy, what’s the matter?” 

Asmodeus picked him up, cradling him against his chest. “I don’t wanna talk about it,” Fizz grumbled. Asmodeus rubbed over one of his horn stubs and Fizz couldn’t help but whine as he pressed into it. Asmodeus hummed thoughtfully, then lightly dragged his talons across Fizz’s sides. Fizz gasped and arched into it.

“I see,” Asmodeus said teasingly. “You could’ve just said so, dollface.” Fizz squeaked as Asmodeus practically flopped onto the bed, settling against the pillows as he shifted Fizz around. “What would you like, Fizzy?” Fizz bit his lip, he wasn’t entirely certain what he wanted, he just wanted to be fucked. “No ideas?”

“Not really,” he muttered. He felt ridiculous with Asmodeus indulging him like this. It wasn’t like him being a fucking torso was attractive in any way, if anything it must be off-putting as hell. He shuddered when he felt a hot breath on his neck.

“Y’know,” Asmodeus whispered in his ear, running a talon along his side. “With your legs off, I could probably fit your entire self in my mouth.” Fizz could feel his face going dark red at the idea of how deep his tongue could reach that way, of feeling the inside of his mouth all around him. Did he just whimper? 

Asmodeus chuckled and turned Fizz around to face him, a devious smile on his face. He pulled him forward to kiss and nip over his chest, giant teeth catching on his skin in all the right ways. Fizz pressed into the touches with a whine, glancing down as Asmodeus removed his boxers. The two rarely wore more than underwear in each other’s presence since he’d been staying here.

“Tell me you want it,” Asmodeus rumbled against his chest, talons running just along the rim of Fizz’s folds. He rolled his hips absentmindedly with a desperate sound.

“P-Please, daddy, I want it,” he whined. He’d discovered how much Asmodeus liked being called that not long ago and used it to his advantage as much as possible. Asmodeus growled and leaned back, opening his mouth wide and setting Fizz’s entire lower half inside. Holy fuck, it was warm. “O-Oh fuck.”

Asmodeus hummed, tongue swirling all around him. He swallowed and Fizz yelped at the sensation. It wasn’t bad, it was just, not something he expected. Asmodeus did it again, this time getting a moan from Fizz. He squirmed as best he could, wanting that tongue in him so bad.

“Daddy, please!” Asmodeus chuckled softly before shoving his whole tongue inside of him. Fizz threw his head back with a scream. It definitely went deeper this time. Holy fucking shit. He rolled his hips as best he could as Asmodeus fucked him thoroughly with his tongue. “Ozzie! Fuck, fuck it’s so good!” 

A hand reached up to play with a horn stub while the other held Fizz steady. Fizz was a mess, he was certain he was drooling as he moaned uncontrollably. Oh fuck, he was already about to cum. “O-Ozzie, I’m gonna cum!” 

Fizz cried out in surprise and frustration when he was pulled out of Asmodeus’s mouth. He shrieked as he was practically thrown down onto the bed, going dark red as Asmodeus crawled over him, kicking his own boxers off. Fizz looked down at his hard on. Okay, so maybe him missing his limbs wasn’t as much of a deal breaker as he had originally thought.

“Fuck, Fizzy,” Asmodeus rumbled, lifting him up by the hips and entering him slowly. Fizz whined and arched his back, shuddering. “Do you even know what you do to me?” Fizz whimpered, shaking as Asmodeus moved so damn slow. 

“N-No?” Fizz said, uncertain if he was supposed to respond. 

“These three days have driven me mad, dollface,” Asmodeus whispered in his ear, fingers playing with the base of his tail. Fizz moaned. “Having you here all fucking day? Holding you all the time? Carrying you everywhere?” He gave a hard thrust that made Fizz scream. “I want you in every fucking way I can, Fizzy.” 

“P-Please,” Fizz whimpered, locking eyes with him. There were bits of blue flame licking the edges of his mane, showing how intense he was feeling the words he was saying.

“Please what, Fizzy?”

“Please, fuck me, use me! M-Make me yours! Please, daddy!” Asmodeus growled, lifting Fizz up for a deeper angle before thrusting as fast and hard as he could. Fizz cried out as he came on the spot, tears burning his eyes at the overstimulation. 

“So fucking good for me,” Asmodeus was growling in his ear, the heat from his flames warming Fizz. It was touching him, he could feel it, but it didn’t burn. It was so pleasant. “Only for me.”

“Y-Yes, you, only for you, Ozzie!” Fizz’s entire body trembled as he felt a second orgasm building up. “Oh fuck, don’t stop! Please, please Ozzie! FUCK, ASMODEUS!” Fizz screamed as he came again, his throat burning from it. He heard Asmodeus crying out as he came as well, his cum making Fizz feel so full and warm on the inside. 

“Good boy,” Asmodeus rumbled, nuzzling him.

“D-Daddy,” Fizz whimpered, nuzzling back. He felt different but he wasn’t entirely sure how. He felt soft and light, like he might break down if Asmodeus let go of him. He needed his touch. Asmodeus cooed, his smaller faces kissing over his face and neck. Fizz groaned when Asmodeus pulled out, whimpering at the feeling of the cum leaking out. He usually liked that but right now he did not.

“Hold on, dollface.” Asmodeus rose from the bed, letting Fizz go. On instinct he tried to grab for Asmodeus and panic filled him when he remembered his lack of limbs. A sound came out of him, a desperate cry as he shifted. In a second Asmodeus had lifted him up into his arms. “Fizzy, what’s the matter?”

“Don’t, don’t l-leave me!” Why did he feel this way? Asmodeus pet his head and headed for the bathroom.

“Why don’t we shower, baby?” Asmodeus said, his voice soft as one of his smaller faces kissed his face. Fizz whined and nodded. That sounded really nice. “Okay, Fizzy Baby.” He nuzzled Asmodeus’s chest fur as the water was turned on, listening to the hum vibrate his chest. 

He squeaked when the water suddenly hit him from behind, head lifting from its place against Asmodeus’s chest. “Are you alright?” Fizz nodded, blinking away the water that tried to get into his eyes. He purred as Asmodeus began to wash him gently, eyes closing as he relaxed under the attention. 

Fizz jolted when he felt a towel plop down on his head. Had he fallen asleep in the shower? Asmodeus laughed a little as he rubbed him dry. “Good morning.” Yeah, he must have fallen asleep. He blushed when he remembered how he acted. Fuck. “Something the matter?”

“No,” Fizz grumbled, looking away from him.

“Don’t lie to me, dollface,” Asmodeus’s tone was gentle but firm. 

Fizz sighed. “I don’t know what the fuck was up with me afterwards, that’s all.”

Asmodeus chuckled, tossing the towel in the hamper. “Sweetheart, you just slipped into a subspace, that’s all.” Fizz made a face. “Oh don’t look like that, it’s perfectly normal, most people have some sort of headspace related to sex.” 

“Are there a lot of them?” Asmodeus wrapped himself in a robe, then wrapped Fizz in one. He picked Fizz up and headed back into the room. The sheets had been changed, they were a different shade of purple now. 

“Oh yes, lots of headspaces. Sub, dom, daddy or mommy, basic caretaker, pet, etc.” Asmodeus sat down on the bed, getting comfortable with Fizz on his chest. 

“How the fuck is there so much involved in sex,” Fizz muttered. He jumped when Asmodeus laughed loudly. “What!?”

“I’m sorry, it’s just been my whole life, it’s so odd to see someone who knows almost nothing about the kink world.” Asmodeus gave him a soft look that made Fizz blush again. He ran a finger along the rim of one of his horn stubs. “You’re so fresh to it all, still learning, and I am quite enjoying showing you all it has to offer.”

Fizz looked away as he muttered, “I’m, enjoying having you teach me.” Asmodeus cooed and nuzzled him.

“Glad to hear it, dollface. Now, what sounds good for dinner? I am starving after that wonderful fuck.”

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Fizz groaned as he awoke, curled up in Asmodeus’s bedding. He yawned and stretched. His eyes snapped open. He stretched. He let out a shriek of joy as he bounded out of the bed, using his stretchy limbs to go halfway across the room. He bounced in place, satisfied with how they were calibrated. 

“Easy, Fizzy, you only just had them put back on,” Asmodeus scolded gently, though his laughter betrayed him. Fizz waved him off and began bounding around the room, cackling all the way. He grunted when Asmodeus grabbed him around the waist and pulled him to his chest. “What did I just say, dollface?” 

“Leggooooo!” Fizz screeched, wiggling in his grasp. “I’ve been unable to move on my own for almost a week, I wanna go ham!” He grabbed onto the bed frame and tried to yank himself out of Asmodeus’s grasp, to no avail. “If they break here, it’s your fau-AH!” Asmodeus let go, letting Fizz ram right into the pole of the canopy. He hit the ground and groaned in pain. 

“Fizzy!” Asmodeus picked him up. “Are you alright?” Fizz shook his head to clear it, then rubbed where he hit the pole. 

“Ugh, yeah, m’fine,” he muttered. Asmodeus set him back down on the floor. Fizz stood there a moment, looking around the room, taking it in. 

“Is something the matter?” Fizz just shook his head, launching himself back onto the bed and rolling himself up like a burrito in the blankets. He was dreading going back to his apartment. Spending the days with Asmodeus had been very enjoyable. Going back to being alone every night did not sound appealing, not to mention he didn’t even feel completely safe there anyway. Someone could absolutely follow him home. “Fizzy.”

“Hm?” He poked his head out, looking over as Asmodeus sat on the edge of the bed. His expression was soft, his faces looking almost sad for some reason. Fizz frowned. “Why are your mane faces sad?” Asmodeus blinked and went to touch one of them, frowning slightly. Fizz snorted. “Don’t tell me you’re sad I’m leavin’?”

“I am.” Fizz blinked. He hadn’t expected that. Had he actually meant what he had said? About loving him being here? He thought that had been an intense moment kind of thing. “But I know you don’t-”

“I do,” Fizz said hurriedly, trying to get it out before he lost any nerve he had. He slinked over to Asmodeus’s side, pressing into it. “Fuck, Ozzie, I hate that damn apartment. It’s fucking huge and I live all by myself, and I’m always terrified someone is gonna follow me home when I leave work.” He rubbed against Asmodeus’s side, purring loudly.

Asmodues picked him up by the sides like he was a doll, making him squeak. “Oh Fizzy, won’t you stay with me?” He was grinning at him, not the kind he had when he was thinking about fucking him either. Genuine and happy. Fizz blushed.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” Asmodues pulled him forward and placed a careful kiss on his lips. Kissing was a little too difficult for them, given the size difference, but that was oddly nice. Asmodues set Fizz on the bed and sauntered over to his dresser.

“I wasn’t sure if I was actually going to give this to you, but if you’re going to live with me, I think it’s appropriate.” Fizz watched as Asmodeus pulled a black box out of his top drawer then headed back over with it. The fuck could it possibly be? Asmodues sat back down, setting the box in his lap. “Go on.”

Fizz opened the box, blinking at the choker inside. No, that was definitely a collar, not a choker. It was a soft, black fabric with a white pattern. In the center there was a golden lock shaped like a heart. There was a key sitting in another spot in the box, tucked into the packaging. Fizz pulled the tag attached to the lock forward and blushed darkly as he read it. Property of Ozzie. Fitting, he supposed. 

“Do you know what that is?” 

“Uh, a collar?” Fizz looked up at him.

“Yes, but do you know what this type of collar means?”

“Uhh, no, no I do not.” Fizz picked it up and ran his fingers over it, the texture was very nice.

“A locked collar is a contract between a dom and a sub.” Fizz stopped his movements at that. “If you accept, we will sit and have a nice, long chat about what that contract entails, what it means for us in particular. The only point I refuse to budge on are that you cannot have sex with anyone but me.”

Fizz tried to say something but all that came out was a squeak. Asmodeus wanted Fizz to belong to him? And only him? He wanted him to live with him, only have sex with him, and to set up a fucking contract? What the fuck. He didn’t know how to process that.

“I keep the key and only I can take the collar off.” Fizz half registered what he just said as he stared at the collar. He was mulling it all over in his head, everything Asmodeus said about it and what that might entail. “Dollface?”

“Yes.” He said it with more certainty than he felt, if he were honest. He was terrified at the idea of this, because he knew what a contract with a demon king could mean, what breaking it would do. He was putting his life on the line if he took this deal, he knew that for certain. And yet, the idea of not taking it made him feel sick to his stomach. He looked over at him. “Let’s draw up a contract.”

They spent the next hour or so sitting across from each other on the floor, a piece of paper between them as they discussed their contract. Fizz had expected to have almost no control in what was put on there but Asmodeus took his input very seriously. When they had finished, Asmodeus handed Fizz the contract to look over.

This contract states at FizzaRolli of the Greed ring, hereby signs himself over to Asmodues, King of Lust, as his sub and nesting partner. The rules below must be adhered to by both parties or face the consequences. Rules are subject to change and addition.

Asmodeus must remain FizzaRolli’s sole sexual partner, unless approved by Asmodues. Exemptions include: if the sex occurs under diress

FizzaRolli must wear his provided collar at all times, unless approved upon by Asmodeus. Exemptions include: collar breaking, being torn off, or otherwise damaged outside of FizzaRolli’s control

Asmodeus will provide care for FizzaRolli, both physically and financially, FizzaRolli must obey any of Admodeus’s commands regarding said care. Exemptions include: if said commands will do more harm than good or if FizzaRolli is incapable of following them for any reason

FizzaRolli must be with Asmodeus at all times, unless otherwise required or requested

Previously consented upon punishment is allowed whenever Asmodeus feels it is needed

They hadn’t decided upon many rules but Asmodeus had told him it was normal to add more or correct old ones as time went on and they figured things out. He swallowed thickly and held out a hand, which was quickly supplied with a pen. He hesitated only a moment before signing his name right next to Asmodeus’s at the bottom. The ink flashed a dark purple and he saw the collar do the same out of the corner of his eye.

Wordlessly, Asmodeus lifted him into his lap, grabbing the collar and unlocking it. Fizz lifted his chin, watching as it was placed around his neck. He heard the lock snap into place and he shuddered a little, watching Asmodeus put the key away somewhere he couldn’t see. He imagined it was somewhere on his person, at least.

He reached up and touched the collar. The weight of it was oddly pleasant and comforting. He squeaked as he was spun around and lifted up, Asmodeus kissing him quickly with a light laugh. Fizz couldn’t help but smile a little, wiggling like a happy cat. 

“Now, dollface,” Asmodeus stood, cradling Fizz against his chest. “What do you say we go have a night on the town with your freshly repaired limbs?” He flicked the collar a little. “And show off your bling? Make the entirety of this ring know you’re mine.” Fizz shivered at how he said that.

“Oh hell yes, daddy.” He had a feeling this was going to be very interesting.