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Initially, none of them knew how their relationship would progress afterward, it was extremely awkward for everyone the following morning. Yes, even Asmodeus.
Blitzo and Stolas were wriggling out of the bed together, the imp nearly collapsing to the floor when part of a blanket got wrapped around his leg and had to signal the royal over to assist him, both trying to stay as silent as possible to not wake the other two. Once his leg was released, he righted himself and dusted off his clothes, looking behind him at Fizzarolli and Asmodeus still cuddled up. Nudging Stolas with his elbow, he tilts his head sharply with a tut, gesturing out with his hand in front of them.
The Owl nods and with a wave of his hand, the portal opens up, swirling loudly. They both flinch and Blitzo swears, quickly stepping forward towards the portal in an attempt to escape. Fortunately, he doesn't make it very far because someone loudly clears their throat, freezing him with half his body through the opening.
The pair turns, met with the sight of a pouting Fizz and a disgruntled Ozzie. Said imp is sitting up on the demon's lap, arms crossed and tail flicking dangerously.
“And where... do you think you two are going?” He hisses between his teeth, offering them a passive-aggressive glare, his grip on his arms tightening with a creak.
It's Stolas who tries to save their skin, stammering like his brain had just blue-screened, hands nervously fiddling with his clothes. “We- we were just going to head home! We- I do not wish to intrude any longer and I'm sure Blitzo thinks the same!”
Laughing awkwardly, he readjusts the collar of his shirt, feeling the burning gaze of petulance from Blitzo, who sighs and rubs the space between his eyes. Asmodeus rises from the bed, part of his robe slipping down his shoulder and causing Stolas and Blitzo to look away in embarrassment, flushes on their faces. Fizzarolli clambers onto his shoulder, using his arms to support himself as he continues to give judging glances in their direction.
Ozzie hums and turns around, Fizz leaning into his space. Then the sound of hushed arguing just barely reaches them, whispers growing in volume as the imp seems to get agitated. It suddenly comes to a grinding halt when Fizzarolli grumbles and angrily slithers over, hands clenched in fists.
“We are all going on a date right this second to sort out whatever fucking tension is going on between us, then we are going to have a long-”
“Absolutely not.”
He continues talking, undisturbed by Blitzo's harsh rejection, who raises a brow in irritation at being ignored, lips pulled in a frown.
“-conversation about our feelings. Sound good? Good! Let's go!” Looping an arm each in theirs, he yanks them towards the door, Ozzie following with a fond chuckle.
“Fizzie, I think you're forgetting something.” He purrs, pointing down at their pyjamas when Fizzarolli twists around in confusion.
Eventually, after they all had haphazardly got dressed in the bathroom that could barely fit all four of them, they stood in front of a pleasant little diner. If you dismissed all the freaks having threeways in the bathroom and hallways then it's as close as you can get to paradise.
Due to it being in the lust ring, Asmodeus had been able to reserve them a private room on such short notice, allowing them to hide from prying eyes. Stolas was gazing at the establishment with elation, pure unbridled enamour in his expression. One that made Blitzo choke up with guilt and shuffle backwards, shoulders hitched up.
Fizzarolli passively looked over them in thought, then grabbed both their hands (his tail wrapped around Ozzie's wrist) in his and dragged them through the entrance and up the stairs, Asmodeus fumbling to check in with the employees who watched on in astonishment.
Barreling in their private room, he fans away the curtain and shoves everyone in their seats at the table, limbs whirring as he does.
“So...” Stolas starts, losing confidence and shrivelling down in his chair when the others look at him. Everyone stays silent.
It's Ozzie who breaks the air, raising a hand and calling over a waiter, whispering in their ear and sitting back with a satisfied grin when they nod and leave.
“We could start talking about our feelings.” He states, resting his arms on the table and leaning forward in Blitzo's space, causing him to stammer awkwardly. Thankfully, the waiter comes back with a couple glasses of liquor on a tray and Fizz stretches an arm over in glee and snatches one right up, guzzling it down.
So they spend the evening taking drinks and laughing at each other's loopy voices, shoving and bickering loudly over the sound of the restaurant's sensual music. And then when Stolas and Blitzo go unconscious, with Blitzo's head nuzzled in the bird's shoulder, the remaining two decide it's time to head out.
They chuckle and mumble warmly, Fizz holding Blitzo over his shoulder and Ozzie holding Stolas safely in his arms. Asmodeus agrees to take them all back to his, but then the owl huffs sleepily and drops a key into Fizzarolli's hand before promptly knocking back out, soft hoots starting up. Snorting loudly, they turn around and unexpectedly find themselves falling, looking up to see the purple glow of the portal snap close.
Thankfully neither of them had woken up from the brief tumble, still snoring their heads off. Both of them crawl into bed, placing who they were carrying between them. Fizz presses an attentive kiss to the base of Blitzo's horn, making him stir before he settles down again with a smile, tail wrapping around the owl's leg beside him.
Ozzie does the same, kissing each of them on the forehead and then laying over them once again, like he did last night. Both imps purr loudly, cuddled up in warmth.
“Can we have steamy sex in the morning?”
“Blitzo!”