#HelluvaBoss Original Male Character

[drades-lair]

Reconciliation

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairings: Blitzer (Striker/Blitz), Fizzarolli/ Asmodeus

Among all the rings in hell, Lust had to be the most obnoxious of them all thanks to the constant glaring neon and no sleep attitude of the ring’s inhabitants. Dismounting Bombproof Striker looked around nervously, he hated standing out unfortunately a Wrath imp in the middle of the neon sea wasn’t hard to miss. The pale imp jolted when a hand landed on his shoulder causing him to look back only to relax a little upon seeing Calus standing behind him clearly having dismounted Aurora moments after he’d done so with Bombproof.

“You, okay?” Calus asked. 

“Yeah…I’m fine. I’m just not a fan of Lust,” Striker assured his mate.

“Well, we won’t be here for long, Let’s get inside,” Calus stated gesturing towards the odd circus themed palace that lay behind them.

Striker nodded in confirmation then followed Calus inside the palace of Asmodeus where they were greeted by a small female imp with a high-pitched voice. Upon explaining who they were the imp guided the duo towards a waiting area, Striker tucked his hands into his pants pockets while looking around drawing Calus’ attention.

“Are you sure about this?” Calus wondered.

“Hmm? Yeah, I told Ya that I’m fine,” Striker insisted, despite giving off vibes of being utterly uncomfortable.

“Here you are, Asmodeus will be with you shortly,” The female imp declared upon opening a large door then gesturing inside the room on the other side.

“Thank you,” Calus stated as he and Striker strode inside allowing the female imp to close the door behind them.

“Look, I know what happened in the past. You really want to deal with this? I could have just come on my own,” Calus continued once the female imp was gone.

“That was a long time ago, besides I ain’t lettin’ Ya come see this sex obsessed blue blood all on Yer own,” Striker retorted finally pulling his hands from his pockets.

“Ah, so that’s what this is really about…you’re jealous,” Calus smirked with a soft chuckle.

“What!? I am not! I just…figured Ya could use some backup,” Striker exclaimed, face twisting into a pout as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Ha-ha, whatever you say,” Calus chortled before taking a seat on the long bench seat.

Meanwhile…

“Oh, fizzy dear~ could you go get my next appointment please, should be Calus,” Asmodeus chimed to Fizz who was sitting on the edge of the sin’s large desk sipping an energy drink while looking over one of Asmodeus’ blueprints.

 “Oohh~ Sexy Dracony? Yes please,” Fizz retorted with a wide smirk making Asmodeus chuckle while the imp bounded off.

Calus was scrolling on his phone when the door to the waiting area opened drawing his gaze that way revealing Fizz happily skipping in. Calus rolled his eyes so hard it was more then certain the entire palace heard it as he stood up and slid his phone into his back pocket. Striker stood with Calus then came around to stand beside his mate promptly revealing he was there to Fizz who froze mid skip.

“Yikes! Why the fuck are you here?” Fizz jerked in alarm, pointing at Striker accusingly.

“Relax clown, I’m here with Calus,” Striker irritably assured Fizz with a gesture towards Calus.

“What? Seriously? You two working together now?” Fizz wondered, furrowing his brow as he gestured between them.

“Fizz, can we just get going?” Calus interjected.

“I mean…we can…but this isn’t going to go over well with the big guy,” Fizz warned.

“Does he even remember that far back?” Striker asked arching a brow in disbelief.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine, just take us too him,” Calus insisted.

“Your funeral, just keep him far away from me,” Fizz insisted with a shrug.

The trio headed out of the waiting area towards the office with Fizzarolli leading the way. Once they were outside the large ornate double doors Fizz opened them allowing Striker and Calus to walk inside promptly drawing Ozzy’s attention.

“Calus, my favorite dragon for hire~ How are you…? YOU!” Asmodeus’ tone turned so fast it might have made anyone else’s head spin, his usual cheery tone turning dark and menacing in an instant at spotting Striker trailing slightly behind Calus. Striker wasn’t one to normally show fear in the face of well, anyone however in that moment his entire being quivered causing him to recoil. Asmodeus moved around the desk at an astonishing speed seeming to have completely forgotten that Calus was there, getting within a few feet of Striker before being reminded of the Dracony’s presence as he firmly inserted himself between the prince and his mate. Calus took a firm stance with his tail slightly raised showing off the hair like spines on the end, snarling while one hand was raised to show off his claws and the other stretched out to keep Striker behind him.

“Back. Off!” Calus snarled catching Asmodeus off guard.

“Do you even know what he’s done? What he did too Fizzy?” Asmodeus growled back.

“I am aware, Striker has told me what happened. He’s not here for Fizz, he’s here with me,” Calus calmly retorted still holding his stance.

“You? You two are working together? Why in all the rings of hell would you work with a scoundrel like that?” Asmodeus asked, tone calming to a more confused state as he gestured to Striker behind the Dracony. Striker jerked slightly as his tail started to rattle.

“That is my business, just know that he means you nor Fizz any harm,” Calus assured the agitated prince.

“How am I supposed to trust that? You didn’t see the state he left my poor Fizzy in,” Asmodeus angrily growled, glaring at Striker who averted his gaze.

“Enough! Let’s just do business so that the two of us can leave,” Calus persisted, giving another low snarl in warning.

“Humph…fine, you got what I asked you for?” Asmodeus finally conceded, heading back to his desk.

“Yes,” Calus confirmed, relaxing slightly as he followed Asmodeus with Striker keeping himself near the doors to the office. 

Fizz had snuck around the office towards Ozzy’s desk to listen in on the conversation being had between Calus and Asmodeus regarding the pictures he’d been asked to obtain. Calus kept glancing over his shoulder at Striker who settled against the wall beside the doors, arms crossed over his chest as his body remained ridged. They were just finishing up when a tap near the large window behind Ozzy drew everyone’s attention in the room right before the room was filled with the sound of shattering glass combined with gunfire. Everyone hit the floor as bullets whizzed through the room, Calus cursed under his breath as he heaved the large desk onto its side providing cover with Striker crouch running over to him.

“Ya good?” Striker inquired upon reaching his mate.

“Yeah, You good Ozzy?” Calus called over to the prince who was crouched beside a large bookshelf.

“Yes, where’s Fizz?” Asmodeus confirmed although his tone turned to concern upon realizing he couldn’t see Fizz anywhere.

“I’m up here!” Fizz called from the higher shelves of a bookshelf on the opposite side of the room right next to the window.

“Get on the floor and crawl over here!” Calus instructed upon realizing the imp was severely in the open.

“Okay,” Fizz agreed in a shaky voice.

Fizz managed to get down from the bookshelf unfortunately another bullet came through the window startling him, scared Fizz bolted towards Ozzy instead of minding what Calus had instructed him to do. Striker cursed as he shot up from his spot next to Calus to intercept Fizz as another round of bullets came through the window.

“Get down, clown!” Striker growled, tackling Fizz. The duo hit the ground with loud yelps however whereas Fizz’s was from surprise, Striker’s was from pain and Calus heard the difference all too clear.

“Striker!” Calus exclaimed, pulling a gun from his hip holster then peering over the desk in hopes of seeing where all this gunfire was coming from.

“Why did you do that!?” Fizz groused as Striker loomed over him, slowly pushing up using one arm. Fizz’s expression swiftly dropped as he looked up at Striker, the pale imp had a look of agony on his face as he panted heavily, body shaking slightly and there were beads of sweat starting to form on his skin.

“Don’t Ya…ever stop runnin’ Yer mouth…? Ugh!” Striker gritted his teeth as the hand he wasn’t using to hold himself up with came up to grasp his side. Fizz looked down just in time to see a blood stain starting to form on Striker’s clothing, head snapping back up when blood dripped onto Fizz’s chest revealing another blood stain forming between Striker’s shoulder and collarbone. Calus watched as a couple figures scurried off apparently, they’d been on the ledge just below the window, he took a couple shots yet missed regardless he was satisfied there was no longer any threat. Calus holstered his pistol to immediately stand and head over to where Striker was still crouched over Fizz, Asmodeus getting up in turn to follow Calus prompting Striker to shift out of the way so Fizz could get up, practically flying into Ozzy’s arms while Calus reached Striker.

“Oh Fizzy! My precious little imp! Are you alright? Are you bleeding?” Asmodeus cooed, gasping at the sight of blood on Fizz’s chest.

“I’m alright, I’m alright, it’s not…mine…” Fizz assured Asmodeus, looking with concern in Striker’s direction once more. Asmodeus followed Fizz’s gaze to see Calus taking a knee next to Striker with both hands on the other imp’s shoulders, brow furrowed deeply in concern as Striker grunted in pain at every little movement.

“Easy, easy, where are you hit?” Calus asked.

“My…my side…and my shoulder…I think,” Striker stammered out, sitting back on his heels as he removed his hand from his side revealing his hand coated in his blood.

“Okay, relax. Let me see,” Calus encouraged, undoing Striker’s vest then pulling up his shirt revealing the wound to his side wasn’t a bullet wound, but rather a nasty graze.

“Ugh! Fuck!” Striker cursed, hand flying up to the wound he thought had been to his shoulder but was in the space between his collarbone and shoulder.

“Easy babe, let me see,” Calus unconsciously stated, forgetting that they had an audience. Yanking Striker’s hand away Calus could tell this was a bullet wound, he looked over Striker’s shoulder revealing no blood on the back of his jacket meaning the bullet was still inside Striker’s body much to his dismay.

“Let me guess…it’s not a…through and through…” Striker stammered out a guess based on Calus’ face.

“No, I need to get you to the hospital or at least to somewhere I can treat you,” Calus retorted, cupping Striker’s cheek with his brow firmly furrowed in concern for his injured mate.

“You need a place to treat him?” Asmodeus’s voice startled Calus a bit as he’d forgotten where they were for a moment, focusing so hard on Striker in the moment.

“Yes,” Calus simply answered, helping Striker to his feet.

“Alright, follow me,” Asmodeus encouraged, gesturing for Calus to follow him.

Calus did so, helping Striker walk with one of the imp’s arms wrapped around the Dracony’s waist while Calus supported his mate with an arm wrapped around his back. They entered what looked like Ozzy’s workshop area, a large bench sat in the middle of the room with nothing on it allowing Calus to hoist Striker up onto it causing him to groan in agony as he sat on the edge of the bench. Asmodeus set Fizz down to grab the first aid kit he kept in the room, setting it on the bench while Calus worked to remove Striker’s torso clothing to reveal the two wounds. Calus quickly placed his hand over the wound on Striker’s side, that bluish glow of the Dracony’s healing abilities radiating from underneath causing Striker to yelp in pain as his flesh began knitting back together. Fizz’s eyes grew wide with curiosity while Asmodeus noted the obvious bite on the pale imp’s nape that seemed to match Calus’ mouth.

“Easy, easy…breath…breath babe,” Calus encouraged, pulling Striker close till the imp’s forehead tapped against Calus’ shoulder, taking deep breaths through the pain as his hands clenched the edge of the bench.

Asmodeus pretended to not hear the second intimate sentiment as he pulled out some things from the kit then went to grab some cloths and towels. Fizz watched almost in awe as Calus healed Striker’s wound on his side yet also felt a little guilty for having been the cause of the pale imp’s injuries. Upon finishing Calus brought both hands up to cup Striker’s face, gently leaning down to tap their foreheads together.

“Do you want to lay down?” Calus inquired in a quiet tone.

“N-no, just get it over with,” Striker insisted through gritted teeth.

“Okay,��� Calus confirmed.

Ozzy returned with the cloths and towels which he passed to Calus who used them to clean the area around Striker’s second wound before grabbing a pair of forceps from the bench. Striker braced himself as Calus went digging for the bullet, claws splintering the wood of the bench as he exclaimed in agony yet as usual, he endured as Calus swiftly found the wayward bullet, yanking it from the wound then pressed a clean towel to the hole left behind. Striker held the towel in place while Calus let him have a few moments to relax before he went about healing this injury as well.

“Well, at least I understand why you were so protective of him earlier,” Ozzy huffed a laugh.

“What are you talking about?” Calus asked in turn despite knowing exactly what the prince was eluding to.

“I’m talking about the fact you two are an item,” Asmodeus elaborated, driving his point home by gesturing to the bite mark on Striker’s nape that was now on full display.

“We’re mates, so what?” Calus defensively asked, glaring at Asmodeus.

“Calm down, I promise I mean nothing by it…if anything I understand,” Asmodeus stated, holding his hands up in front of himself defensively.

“How are you still conscious? I would’ve been out cold by now,” Fizz questioned, looking over Striker in curious confusion as the pale imp panted softly looking over at the other imp.

“This ain’t nothin’ new…Ya really think this the first time I’ve been shot,” Striker retorted managing a small smirk.

“You are terrifying,” Fizz responded flatly.

“Fizzy, don’t bother him,” Asmodeus gently scolded prompting Fizz to come over to Ozzy’s side.

Calus moved back to Striker who removed the towel allowing Calus to place his hand on the injury, the soft blueish glow once more radiating from his palm as Striker let out a guttural groan from the pain.

“Did you see who was shooting at us?” Asmodeus asked.

“Unfortunately, no, they were hiding on the ledge below the window and scurried off probably once they realize there were too many bodies in the room to deal with,” Calus theorized in response to Ozzy’s question.

“Well, I’ll assure they are found and dealt with,” Asmodeus declared.

“Very well, I’ll leave it in your hands then,” Calus agreed, finishing up with Striker’s wound and stepping back a little.

“Are you alright?” Calus asked Striker who looked haggard.

“Yeah, I’m just exhausted,” Striker assured his mate.

“I’m not surprised, let’s get back to the motel,” Calus suggested with a small, relieved smile.

Striker hopped from the bench, grabbing his long-sleeved shirt off it’s surface to pull it on however before he did it wasn’t lost on the pale imp that Fizz was staring with an impressed expression on his features. A short time later they left the palace to head back to the motel room they were staying in where Striker was out like a light with in a few hours of them getting there. 

[drades-lair]

Striker and Calus cuddling 

[drades-lair]

Greedy Venom

They’d been warned…Asmodeus knew Mammon would use his confession of love to Fizzarolli at some point, they both knew he’d be back in some fashion however they could never have anticipated the sin of Greed picking an all-out fight with Asmodeus. Mammon had gone after Fizzarolli directly trying to take him out for humiliating the greedy bastard at his own event which promptly triggered Asmodeus to defend Fizz who in turn had contacted Striker and Calus. The scene Calus and Striker walked in on was two massive sins dueling it out in the foyer of Asmodeus’s vacation palace, Fizz hiding along side the massive staircase.

“Shit, Ya weren’t kiddin’,” Striker commented as he and Calus came along side Fizzarolli.  

“You came…Please, you have to help him,” Fizz tearfully pleaded, gesturing to Asmodeus’ demon form. Calus followed Fizz’s gesture only to curse under his breath at seeing how beat up Asmodeus appeared, it was painfully clear the sin of Lust was coming up short in this battle.

“Didn’t think that pompous piece of shit had it in him to directly attack one of his fellow sins,” Striker stated with a snarl. 

“One thing Mammon can’t take is humiliation,” Calus added, grimacing because he knew all to well what Mammon was actually capable of.  

In the few moments it took to converse Asmodeus got overpowered by Mammon, one of his spidery legs piercing Asmodeus’ shoulder causing the sin of Lust to cry out in pain. Moments later Mammon used his full weight to shove Ozzy backwards causing the other sin to hit the ground with a grunt, breathing heavily as his demon form shrunk back down to his normal size.

“NO! Ozzy!” Fizz exclaimed, tears running down his face as he broke from Striker and Calus to run over to Asmodeus.

“Shit!” Striker cursed, taking off first after Fizz while Calus’ gaze went straight to Mammon.

“Oz! Hang in there!” Fizzarolli cried out kneeling next to Asmodeus’ unconscious bloodied and battered body.

“Ya got a death wish clown!” Striker exclaimed grabbing hold of Fizz’s arm, but it was too late, Mammon’s shadow stretched over them as he laughed maniacally.

“Ha-ha-ha, no one leaves me Fizzy! NO ONE!” Mammon exclaimed, eyes narrowing as he rose up on two legs.

Striker drew his weapon while gritting his teeth in preparation for whatever was about to happen when Calus came bolting from the shadows, planting himself firmly between the imp’s and Mammon.

“Threatening Fizz is one thing…threatening my mate, is another…” Calus trailed off, energy beginning to surround the Dracony as his eyes glowed crimson.

Striker watched in disbelief as Calus’ form grew, consumed by a silver swirling energy when a pair of leathery wings broke through. A single wing beat blowing the energy away to reveal a large white dragon standing on all fours, snarling angrily towards Mammon who appeared just as surprised as everyone else in the room.

“Calus…” Striker breathed out lowering his weapon.

“What the fuck!” Mammon finally exclaimed.

“Back off, bitch!” Calus retorted, lowering his head to take an attack stance.

“Humph, I’ll end you all,” Mammon threatened with growl, taking his own stance against Calus.

Calus gave another snarl then pounced onto Mammon, grappling with the sin for a few moments before being thrown backwards. Skidding across the glossy floor Calus dug his talons into it, flipping himself back upright for another attack against Mammon. Leaping onto the sins back Calus took a few swipes causing Mammon to scream in pain, bucking like a riding bull in a Wrath saloon attempting to throw Calus off. Calus let out an agonized cry as one of Mammon’s legs managed to catch his right wing, dragging him to the ground promptly allowing Mammon to crawl on top of him resulting in him getting pinned.

“Calus!” Striker called to his mate.

“Get…them out of here!” Calus called back, back claws raking across Mammon’s underside.

Striker considered disobeying the command however it was painfully obvious to the pale imp that there was little he could do beyond what was just asked of him. Swallowing hard Striker had Fizzarolli assist him in dragging Asmodeus towards the staircase only to stop short when Calus screamed in pain, turning in alarm just in time to see Mammon stabbing Calus in his side just below his hide in a soft spot with a stinger at the end of his abdomen. Calus was flung into the staircase with a pained grunt as Mammon started skittering towards the Dracony who groaning managed to stagger back to his feet. Snarling weakly through a pained haze Calus swung his long tail around, hairs upon it turning to barbs as the end slammed into Mammon’s side causing him to cry out as Calus’ barbs embedded themselves. Releasing a shrill cry Calus yanked his tail free leaving the barbs behind in Mammon’s hide then breathing a burst of hell flame towards the Greedy sin resulting in the room catching alight. Sweating and panting Calus limped his way towards the small group huddled by the stairs, gently scooping them up in his massive talons before flying out of the palace.

Calus’ flight began to waver as they came upon Sloth’s hospital, vision blurring from the combination of agony in his side and something else coursing through his veins. Unceremoniously Calus dropped the small group a few feet off the ground before slamming into it himself with a groan, his form shifting back to his original as he lay sprawled on his stomach. Striker tucked and rolled himself however before he could run to Calus a slew of people came running from the hospital, a mass of doctors and nurses running to retrieve Asmodeus. A few caught sights of Calus on the ground prompting them to summon another gurney that they immediately lifted him onto. Striker watched helpless as Calus was whisked away into the hospital along with Asmodeus, mind racing with what he could have done to help when Fizz’s hand landed on his shoulder.

“Come on, there’s nothing else we can do. Let’s go wait inside,” Fizz insisted, gesturing towards the hospital’s sliding double glass doors.

“Yeah…” Striker breathed out with a relenting sigh, moving with Fizzarolli into the hospital.

…

Striker sat with his hat low over his face, arms crossed over his chest in heavy contemplation when a Sloth nurse came out carrying a clip board in one hand. Fizz leapt from his chair while Striker simply lifted his head slightly, dreading what information she was about to give them.

“You two are waiting for lord Asmodeus and Calus, yes?” The nurse inquired; tone gentle as she flipped through the papers on the clip board.

“Yes, how is he, them!?” Fizz asked eagerly.

“Lord Asmodeus is awake and stable…Calus is…” The nurse trialed off clearly having come across Calus’ status on her clip board.

“Calus is what?” Striker interjected in a harsh tone from his seat.  

“He’s…um…still unconscious and his status is…dubious,” The nurse hesitantly revealed.

“C-can we see them?” Fizz wondered, face dropping slightly.

“Yes, I’ve come to take you to them,” The nurse confirmed.

“Humph, well let’s get goin’ then,” Striker added, slowly standing from his seat.

The nurse nodded then guided Striker along with Fizz to the private recovery room where Asmodeus was semi sitting up in his bed with his gaze trained to the other side of the room.

“Ozzy!” Fizz chimed the moment he caught sight of Asmodeus, yanking the sin’s attention from what he’d been solemnly staring at.

“Fizzy?” Asmodeus questioned.

“I-I thought I was going to lose you!” Fizz whimpered, running to Asmodeus’ bedside.

“I’ll be fine Fizzy…ugh! I’ll be fine,” Asmodeus stated with a wince and a warm smile, one hand moving to encompass Fizz’s on the bed. Striker gave a soft huff as a small smile crossed his features at watching Fizz with Asmodeus however upon looking further into the room he froze, eyes growing wide as a lump formed in his throat.

Laying in the second bed was Calus, stripped of his trademark duster as well as his shirt a bandage had been wrapped firmly around his torso, yet blood still soaked through it. Striker swallowed hard around the lump in his throat as he took in the tubes and wires connecting Calus to multiple machines that portrayed his weak heartbeat.

“Calus…” Striker whispered out once his voice decided to work again.

“Huh? Oh…” Fizz finally noticed Calus, smile instantly dropping as Striker started walking slowly towards his mate.

Striker’s hands gripped the sides of the bed Calus was laying on, teeth gritting through the intense urge to just break down sobbing.

“What is wrong wit him?” Striker asked the nurse who’d been quietly waiting in the doorway.

“Poison, Sir Calus was badly poisoned and with the intense exertion it’s spread rapidly,” The nurse explained.  

“Yer treatin’ it though…” it was meant as a statement, but it came out sounding more like a question.

“We’ve administered an antivenom to counter the poison however due to how much venom he took it’s going to take some time and, in the meanwhile…all we can do is keep him comfortable,” The nurse hesitantly replied.

“He’s gonna make it!” Striker snapped with a snarl, grip tightening to the point it snapped the bed rails.

“…It’s not clear at this time,” The nurse responded in a low tone despite it having been a statement rather than a question.  

“I need a smoke,” Striker stated having drew in a deep breath to calm himself before turning to leave the room, tail rattling softly.  

“Striker…” Fizz whispered after the pale imp as he tucked his hands in his pockets and strode out of the infirmary room.

“Leave him be froggy…he needs some time,” Asmodeus implored shooting a solemn look towards Calus’ unconscious form.

“Right…Calus saved us…I hope he’ll be okay,” Fizz hoped, adding his own solemn look towards Calus.

“Calus is strong, and he comes from a royal linage that is also powerful…if anyone can survive Mammon’s venom, it’s him,” Asmodeus stated although his tone was less then convincing.

…

Striker released a puff of smoke as he leaned against the outer wall of the hospital, one leg crooked with his hat pulled low over his face again. A single tear slid down Striker’s cheek causing him to growl while gritting his teeth.

“Fuck…” Striker ground out under his breath, no matter how many holy weapons or bullets he had at his disposal there was nothing he could have done against Mammon’s full demon form. As much as Striker hated to admit it, he was only a small imp who doesn’t stand a chance when it came to royals like the sins. Amidst his self loathing thoughts Striker returned to how Calus had shifted his form, the massive Dragon he’d transformed into although it made him annoyed that Calus hadn’t told him about that skill, he oddly enough found it attractive. Returning to his somber state Striker tipped his head to the cotton candy skies of Sloth.

“Stay wit me…please,” Striker quietly pleaded, hand moving to the aching mating mark on his nape.

…

As the days passed Fizz fussed over Asmodeus, criticizing every little thing the nurses did while the sin of lust watched on with admiration.

“I can’t believe they didn’t add ice to the water, who do they think their serving this too,” Fizz ranted, plopping a full tray of ice into a glass of water on the bedside table causing it to overflow.

“Ha-ha, Fizzy frog, calm down already. It’s not that big of a deal,” Asmodeus insisted with a chuckle.

“I know…but I just want everything to be as stress free as possible while you recover,” Fizz retorted, cleaning up the mess he just made.

“Come here Fizzy, this is all I need,” Asmodeus prompted, patting the bed. Fizz crawling up into Ozzy’s arms.

“Hmm, alright,” Fizz hummed happily, snuggling into Asmodeus’ chest while the sin nuzzled the imp’s temple until a small sound drew their attention to the other side of the room. Striker was still sat in the old worn red chair close to the foot of Calus’ bed, one leg crossed over the other as he scrolled his phone, the noise had simply been him readjusting slightly in the chair. Calus was still unconscious receiving hourly doses of antivenom while his body went through various effects from the venom injected by Mammon. Fizz and Asmodeus looked to one another then back towards Striker with sympathetic frowns on their faces, it wasn’t a secret how much Striker and Calus cared for one another. Fizzarolli slipped from the bed to make his way over to where Striker was sitting, the pale imp sliding his gaze to the other imp without moving.

“Can…I get you anything?” Fizz asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Nah,” Striker simply replied, gaze returning to his phone.

“Oh…okay…well…how are you…” Fizz began only to be cut off by Striker.

“Stop! Just…don’t,” Striker snapped, throwing a hand up as he averted his gaze.

“Look, I know we haven’t exactly seen eye to eye in the past however in this instance I get exactly what you’re going through,” Fizz stated.

“I said zip it, clown!” Striker snarled, claws digging into the arms of the chair he was sitting in. 

“All I mean is that…if you wanna talk…” Fizz persisted.

“I don’t want Yer pity! Leave me the hell alone,” Striker continued to growl, tail beginning to rattle as he stood from his chair.

“I’m not pitying you! I just…understand how scared you are…how worried...” Fizz continued, getting frustrated with Striker’s resistance.

“That’s the same thing…huh?” Striker began when a soft moan came from Calus’ bed immediately causing Striker to perk up.

Fizz also looked towards Calus revealing the Dracony slowly shifting around, another soft moan slipping from him then his eyes fluttered open. Striker instantly broke from the argument with Fizz to hurry to Calus’ bedside, eyes wide with a combination of concern and excitement.

“Calus? Calus? Can Ya hear me?” Striker rapidly questioned.

“S-Striker…? Hey,” Calus hoarsely rasped out with a small smile upon catching sight of his mate.

“F-Fuck…how do you…how are you…I mean…” Striker stumbled over his words uncertain what to ask or how to ask it while trying to hold back tears.

“Humph, I’m tired…but I feel alright,” Calus answered with a soft laugh.

“Do Ya…know what happened?” Striker wondered.

“Yeah…I remember,” Calus confirmed, glancing down the spot Mammon had dug his stinger into on his side.

“Glad to see you awake,” Fizz interjected drawing Calus’ attention to the foot of his bed.

“Fizz? How’s Ozzy?” Calus quarried upon seeing Fizzarolli.

“He’s fine, see for yourself,” Fizz answered gesturing to the other side of the room where Asmodeus had managed to sit on the edge of his bed.

“Ozzy? Ugh! Shit…it’s good to see you’re well,” Calus winced upon trying to move.

“Fuckin’ lay still!” Striker insisted, grabbing Calus’ shoulder.

“Listen to your mate, Calus. Thank you for coming to my aid and for protecting Fizzy for me,” Asmodeus offered with a smile.

“Hmm, it was my pleasure.” Calus responded in a slightly strained tone.

Asmodeus made a move to stand up with the intention of moving to Calus’ bedside however he opted against it when Striker shot him an intense look and his tail lashed behind him while leaning slightly over Calus protectively. Ozzy managed to get Fizz back over with him, closing the curtain that separated the two beds in the process to give a little privacy to Striker and Calus.

“You’ve been here the whole time, haven’t you?” Calus guessed looking over to Striker.

“Of course I have, that bastard’s poison did a number on Ya,” Striker confirmed.

“Yeah, I knew Mammon had poison just didn’t anticipate it to be that potent,” Calus admitted.

“Just like how I didn’t anticipate Ya turnin’ in ta a 20-foot Dragon?” Striker shot back, cocking a brow with a small smirk.

“Huh? Oh…oh…right… honestly, I didn’t expect that either,” Calus admitted.

“Whatchya mean Ya didn’t expect it? Ya sayin’ Ya didn’t know Ya could do that?” Striker quarried further.

“Sort of, look Dracony are a royal linage thus by assumption we should have full demon forms like any other royal linage however I’ve never explored that previously,” Calus explained to the best of his ability.

“So…why did it happen now?” Striker continued to wonder.

“Because you were in danger…and the only way I could protect you…” Calus trailed off, managing a small shrug in the process.  

“Me!? It was…because…of me?” Striker stammered, light blush spreading across his cheeks.

“Of course, you’re my mate,” Calus confirmed with a warm smile, reaching a hand up to caress lightly down Striker’s neck to the mating mark on his nape.

Striker turned bright red with embarrassment, averting his gaze to the side causing Calus to chuckle into a small coughing fit.

…

Asmodeus was released a couple days after Calus awoke however Calus was going to take a while to recover after having his body wrecked by Mammon’s poison. Most other hellions would have been dead by this point luckily with his Dracony lineage Calus was able to use his healing abilities to help recover the damage done by the poison. Striker remained to watch over Calus every step of his healing process and when the time finally came where he could return home to the penthouse, Striker played nurse maid for weeks as Calus steadily recuperated. Even after weeks of recovery Calus was left with a notable scar on his side, a large circular area where his white scales turned black in color.

[drades-lair]

Pharmacy Raid

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC

Note: Plant belongs to the wonderful https://x.com/Exhausted_Plant

Sloth is considered the mildest of hell’s rings, most of the hell born who live within the ring are considered some of the happiest and laid back in all of hell. Plant was no different or at least when it came to being happy, they were a bit of a busy body. Flitting around the pharmacy that by this point she’d pretty much inherited from the owner to do her daily chores including doing restocks. Afternoon brought a comforting glow as the pastel colors of Sloth’s ring gained a warm hue, Plants duties winding down allowing them to take a more casual pace as she went through receipt logs when the pharmacy’s front door dinged indicating someone had entered. Turning with a wide smile Plant prepared to greet whomever it was only to freeze instantly, smile dropping upon seeing the group of Greed sharks standing just inside the door. Four menacing sharks covered in scars carrying weapons of various varieties causing Plant to fearfully step backwards, back hitting the check out desk.

“C-Can I-I help you?” Plant’s voice shook with fear.

“Nah, we’re just gonna help ourselves,” The bulky shark upfront answered with a cruel smirk upon his features, hitting a bat against his hand.

“Our boss Crimson needs more inventory, and we think this little pharmacy can help with the restock, ha-ha!” A tall skinny shark in back laughed, licking a knife.

“P-Please…take whatever you want…just…let me go…” Plant begged shrinking in on herself.

“Sorry, can’t risk Ya sending anyone after us,” A short stalky shark growled.

“N-Noooooo!” Plant shrieked as the sharks bared down on them.

…

Plant’s eyes cracked open to the shadows of early evening falling on the now wrecked pharmacy, all the inventory had been taken and debris littered the ground. Agony pierced Plants small frame as they began to crawl towards their phone which lay partially broken on the tiled flooring a foot in front of them, a trail of blood smearing behind them as she prayed the cracked device would still manage to make a call. Tapping harshly Plant managed to get into their contacts where only two names resided, they tapped the second name then put the phone on speaker as the name ‘Calus’ appeared on the caller ID.

“Hello?” Calus’ voice came across the speaker.

“C-Calus…h-help…p-please…” Plant could barely whisper the words through the agony coursing through her little form.

“Plant? That you? What’s wrong?” Calus questioned.

Plant tried to respond unfortunately her mind was quickly fading causing their vocal cords to stop working, the world around them falling into darkness.

…

Fortunately for Plant, Calus was in the Sloth ring to retrieve payment for a job he’d done with Striker a couple weeks back. Aurora’s hooves pounded the paved roads of Sloth, eerie toxic green flames illuminating the fresh darkness of evening as she carried Calus into Sloth’s main city. Calus was taken aback by the state of the small pharmacy were Plant worked, neon sign broken and hanging from its mounts, windows broken along with the glass doors and debris trailing from inside. Cursing under his breath the Dracony dismounted his hell steed, rushing to the broken glass doors where he grabbed the frame to step half inside, looking around desperately in search of Plant. Calus caught sight of plant laying on the tiled floor a foot from the broken cash desk, blood smeared on the floor behind her. Calus made his way towards the small hybrid causing glass to crunch beneath his feet, taking a knee before gently turning them over, cradling them in the crook of his elbow.

“Plant? Plant? Can you hear me?” Calus asked, gently cupping their cheek with his free hand as he glanced at their blood-stained clothing.

Plant didn’t respond, their breathing shallow as their head lolled into the crook of Calus’ arm sending a wave of concerned panic through the Dracony. Carefully Calus scooped Plant up to take her out to where Aurora was waiting, mounting the steed before pulling out his phone once he was settled with Plant to contact the Sloth hospital and more specifically a friend he had there.

“Raye, I need a backdoor entrance and private treatment room,” Calus spoke into his phone as he gave a flick of Aurora’s reins.

Upon getting to the hospital in all it’s pastel pink glory Calus went around the back on Aurora, dismounting by a set of industrial looking double doors that read ‘emergency’ in black lettering across them. Hurrying inside with Plant in hand Calus was met by one of Sloth’s typical hellions, a goat demon with a candle atop their head that was about half Calus’ height yet was thin and tall with a pink form fitting dress that dawned the upside-down health cross of Sloth’s medical system. A gurney near the goat demon was where Calus quickly deposited Plant’s unconscious body resulting in the medical demon’s demeanour immediately shifting as she slammed the sides on the gurney up.

“Let’s go, Raye!” Calus declared moments before they both took off.

Raye and Calus rushed Plant into a treatment room not far from the back doors, Raye getting instantly to work on gathering medical instruments while Calus shrugged off his duster which he tossed onto a chair in the corner of the room. Lowering the gurney’s sides followed by turning on an overhead light that he promptly pulled down, Calus gently pulled Plant’s baggy T-shirt up to expose her mid torso where immediately it became clear they’d been put through the wringer. Plant’s torso was covered in wounds ranging from bruises to cuts and stabs, it appeared her left arm had been broken as well.

“What do you need me to do?” Raye inquired, pulling over a metal tray on wheels filled with medical equipment.

“Start an IV and get a blood transfusion started as well,” Calus instructed, getting to work identifying what he could heal immediately and what needed to be stitched first.

“Got it,” Raye confirmed, moving to do as instructed.

Plant let out a series of small whimpering cries, coming to semi consciousness from time to time during the treatment process. Calus had brought them through the back emergency entrance along with having a private treatment room set aside because he wasn’t certain if whoever did this to Plant in the first place would come back if they found out she was still alive. Striker had been notified of what was going on along with a special request from Calus to begin hunting down the bastards who did this something the pale imp was happy to oblige. A long two hours worth of treatment later and Calus was satisfied he’d done all he could for Plant at that moment, allowing Raye to transfer the little hybrid to a private recovery room where Calus settled in a large armchair to await either Striker to arrive or call him.

…

Night settled into the Sloth ring, Calus scrolling absently on his phone with one leg crossed over the other casually watching Plant out of the corner of his eye. Around the middle of the night Plant began to stir, head shifting from side to side with a pained moan followed by their eyes fluttering open. Calus stood from the chair he’d been sitting in, sliding his phone into his back pocket as he strode to Plant’s side however, she didn’t focus at first resulting in a fearful gasp escaping her. Plant jerked then cried out in pain just as Calus placed a gentle hand on the hybrid’s shoulder to steady them.

“Easy, easy…it’s Calus,” Calus reassured Plant in a quiet gentle tone.

“C-Calus? You did come…I didn’t think you’d…ugh!” Plant gave a little wary smile before wincing again.

“Take it easy, try to stay still. You were beat up pretty good,” Calus stated, placing his second hand lightly on Plant’s torso to steady her.

“Why did they do this? They didn’t…have to do this…” Plant whimpered out, tears welling up in their eyes.

“Sshh, who did this?” Calus inquired, rubbing the hybrid’s upper arm in a soothing, comforting manner.

“Greed sharks…they said their boss told them to raid…Sloth pharmacy’s…they said mine was an easy target…” Plant sniffled, leaning into the comforting touch from Calus.

“Did they tell you, their boss’s name?” Calus wondered, moving his hand from Plant’s torso to take their hand allowing the little hybrid to squeeze it.

“C-Crimson…I think that’s what they said,” Plant stated.

“Crimson!? That fucker!” Calus growled averting his gaze from Plant for a moment.

“Am…am I gonna die?” Plant stammered out, tears beginning to roll down her cheeks as their big yellow eyes stared up at Calus.

“No, I’ve tended your injuries. It’ll take time to heal but you will heal,” Calus reassured Plant.

“It…it hurts…a lot…” Plant whimpered again.

“I know. I’ll see about getting you another does of pain meds,” Calus stated with a sympathetic look.

“C-Can…I…hug you…?” Plant sniffled out.

“Sure,” Calus gave another sympathetic smile as he sat on the edge of the bed to allow Plant the ability to hug him. The hybrid nuzzled into Calus’ chest with little hiccupping sobs as they sought comfort from the agony their body was in. Calus gently rubbing Plant’s back as he tried to comfort the hybrid as much as possible.

Calus eventually pulled away from Plant to go fetch Raye who promptly retrieved another dose of pain medication, administering it while Calus retrieved a cool cloth that he pressed to Plant’s forehead. Holding Plant’s hand again Calus gently pressed the cloth to her forehead and face until the pain meds took effect allowing the little hybrid to fall back asleep just as Striker came striding into the recovery room. Striker spared a glance over Plant’s bandaged, battered body while moving to Calus’ side with a frown upon his features.

“They did a number on them didn’t they?” Striker commented in a quiet whisper although his tail began to rattle irritably.

“Crimson did it,” Calus responded just as quietly yet there was a growl reverberating in his tone.

“Crimson!? The fuck that prick want wit them?” Striker retorted, snarling under his breath.

“He needed a new drug supply and decided to hit the smaller pharmacies in Sloth…like Plants,” Calus briefly explained, shifting the cool cloth around Plant’s forehead causing her to release a small appreciative moan.

“Son of a bitch! No wonder I couldn’t find anythin’ on who did this,” Striker irritably snarled, tail rattling louder now as his gaze returned to the little hybrid laying in the hospital bed.

“He won’t get away with this, but for now we need to take care of them,” Calus stated pulling the cloth from Plant.

“Agreed,” Striker confirmed.

…

Two weeks in hospital saw Plant back on their feet for the most part however even after returning home once discharged, Calus and Striker stuck around to look after Plant including getting the pharmacy fixed up. Plant hadn’t had a lot of friends especially not ones who’d go to these kinds of lengths for them thus it made them tear up anytime Calus or Striker told her about things they were doing. Two months after everything happened things finally returned to somewhat normalcy with Calus and Striker stating they’d need to return to Pride. More then grateful Plant hugged both Calus and Striker farewell with the reassurance that should they ever need help again that the duo would come back in no time.     

[drades-lair]

Glory Hole

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: M

Pairing(s): Striker/OC, Chaz/OC

Calus released a disgruntled sigh as he shifted into a better sitting position on his king-sized bed, propped up against the headboard in nothing but a pair of loose-fitting gray jogging pants. Muting the TV Calus reached for his phone on the bedside table, opening to his text messages specifically Striker’s texts.

“When are you coming home?”  Calus texted.

“Not for another week, job got extended,” Striker responded.   

“Another week!? I thought you were coming home tomorrow?” Calus retorted irritably, reaching down to readjust himself inside his pants.

“Sorry Calus, like I said job got extended,” Striker answered resulting in a hefty, irritated sigh from Calus.

“Fine, mind if I take a trip to the brothel tonight?” Calus wondered.

“Fine by me after all it’s your rules,” Striker replied with what Calus could only imagine was a laugh on the other end.

Calus finished up by reminding Striker to stay safe then stood up to pull on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt before heading out the door. Amid the various shops in the downtown core of IMP city was one of the better brothel/bar combos, Calus as well as Striker would attend it on occasion when the other was out of town for obvious reasons. Upon entering the facility Calus was met by the familiar neon lighting amid a mostly dark interior including a massive sign that read ‘BAR’ above what was obviously the bar at the back, moving to said bar Calus flagged down the bar tender who was a large burly looking imp casually cleaning a glass.

“Whatchya need?” The imp inquired in a gruff tone.

“I was looking for a quickie,” Calus informed the bar keep.

“Alright, Room or wall?” The bar tender continued to ask.

“Wall is fine,” Calus confirmed pulling out a stack of bills, counting out some before handing them to the bartender. Upon placing the bills in his back pocket, the bartender led Calus behind the bar to an area where a set of five booths sat and unlocked the third one in.

“Alright, supplies are inside,” The bartender stated.

“Sounds good,” Calus retorted moving into the booth then closing the door behind himself.

The booth was exactly what you’d expect, a bench was attached to the wall on Calus’ left with a variety of lubes and condoms on the one side. On the wall straight ahead of Calus was a shelf that had towels on it along with several water bottles then of course on the right wall was the glory hole as well as the worker’s ass he’d soon be fucking. Calus was Pansexual thus it didn’t matter who he was fucking which was why he told the bartender to show him to the first open booth…this ass however looked oddly familiar the more he stared at it. Cocking an eyebrow at the familiar tush Calus moved to get a better look, it was a shark demon that was for sure however as he lingered on the unique tail it finally clicked who it was.

“Chaz?” Calus questioned as the backside in front of him jerked.

“Calus!? What are you doing here?” Chaz’s voice retorted from the other side of the wall.

“I’m in a glory hole booth at a brothel and bar, what do you think I’m doing here?” Calus chuckled pointedly.

“Oh, right…shit, what are the chances you got me?” Chaz retorted, voice taking on an embarrassed quality.

“Why are you working here?” Calus wondered.

“I lost my other bar job and needed to get a new one, this was the only one hiring in the city. Most days I’m a bartender or bar back but here sometimes the bar staff…fill in,” Chaz explained while slightly pressing his legs together.  

“I see, is Moxxie and Millie okay with this?” Calus continued to ask.

“Yes, they understand that I’m just trying to help out,” Chaz confirmed.

“Are you comfortable with me being your client?” Calus quarried further.

“Well…yeah…I guess, aren’t you with Striker though?” Chaz wondered in turn mostly out of fear that Striker might take offense to this situation.

“Me and Striker have our arrangement, as long as no one comes to the penthouse we can indulge ourselves when alone,” Calus briefly explained.

“Oh, okay…well I guess if you want to continue with this…” Chaz trailed off, slightly parting his legs again.

“Yep, I can’t get a refund so might as well get what I came for plus you get paid thus so long as you’re alright with it this could be a win, win for the two of us,” Calus retorted.  

“Sounds good to me,” Chaz agreed although there was still a hint of hesitance in his tone mainly due to the fact this was an unusual situation he’d never thought to find himself in.  

Assured that Chaz was on board with this idea Calus moved forwards to gently grab the sharks’ hips, his tail had been casually secured by a loose rope just above the glory hole. Gingerly Calus spread Chaz’s cheeks to reveal his puckered hole already glistening with lube. Rubbing the pad of his thumb over Chaz’s entrance a couple times Calus got a feel then pressed inwards revealing Chaz was already loose.

“You’re loose, had a few clients already?” Calus inquired.

“Uh-huh, I’ve had five already…sorry,” Chaz apologized.

“Don’t worry about it, we’ll need to loosen you up a bit more then this if you’re going to take me,” Calus chuckled with a smirk on his face.

“Wait, what? Are you serious?” Chaz questioned, body tensing in surprised concern.  

“Relax, I’ll make sure your ready,” Calus assured Chaz, slowly pumping his thumb in and out of Chaz’s hole.

Chaz swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, but he allowed Calus to proceed while trying to relax. After a short time, the shark began to not just relax but also enjoy what Calus was doing prompting the Dracony to pull his thumb out to retrieve one of the provided bottles of lube, drizzling it over Chaz’s entrance to insert two fingers’ moments later. Chaz released a strangled groan as Calus started thrusting his fingers, getting deeper with each thrust till Chaz was taking them to the second knuckle. Closing his eyes Chaz was enjoying the sensations, prep was something he wasn’t used to receiving from clients, so this was a welcomed change however just as he was getting lost in the feeling a yelp of surprise was wrenched from him as a new and sudden sensation spiked from his balls all the way up his spine, the knuckle of one of Calus’ fingers pressing gently yet firmly against his testicular bulge.

“Ugh! Fuck! C-Calus…tha-that’s my…” Chaz stammered through panting breaths trying to explain to Calus what he was touching unfortunately he couldn’t string together a proper sentence.

“I know, it’s your testicles,” Calus interjected continuing to use the knuckle of his pointer finger on his second hand to gently massage right between Chaz’s internal testicles.

“Y-You know…how?” Chaz wondered, starting to moan as his cocks drooled between his legs.

“You really think you’re the first shark I’ve been with?” Calus retorted with a chuckle, pressing a little harder wrenching a loud moan from Chaz and causing his legs to buckle slightly.

“Holy SATAN! Fuck that’s good!” Chaz exclaimed in ecstasy.

“Glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Calus stated, sliding his knuckle along Chaz’s bulge while inserting a third finger.

Chaz was going cross eyed with how good everything was feeling, tongue hanging from his mouth as Calus twisted his fingers inside him. After five clients not paying any attention to his needs Chaz was extremely pent up and now, he was having some of the best sex of his life then Calus leaned down to suck at the base of Chaz’s tail sending further waves of arousal, getting him dangerously close to releasing. Calus chuckled darkly as he stopped everything the moment he noticed Chaz gearing up to cum promptly denying him that satisfaction and causing him to whine loudly in protest.

“No, no, no, no, no, please! Please! Let me cum!” Chaz begged, thrashing slightly in the glory hole from his desperate state.

“Sshh, hush…I promise to take care of you, but I need to take care of myself as well,” Calus assured Chaz, gently holding the sharks’ hips to prevent him from hurting himself.

Chaz released another whimper however he calmed down allowing Calus to drizzle some more lube onto the young shark’s entrance before pulling out his fully erect cock from the confines of his jeans. Applying some of the lube to his cock, Calus stroked himself a few times then lined up with Chaz’s hole and pressed slowly forwards.

“OH FUCK!” Chaz gritted out, hands gripping the table he was laying on as Calus’ cock stretched him further open. Calus’ cock head popped past Chaz’s tight ring of muscle making the shark yelp as the stretching burn spread through him.

“Easy…I’m going to just stay still for a few minutes,” Calus informed Chaz, gently massaging the shark’s hips.

“I-Is that…just the…head?” Chaz panted out, concern lacing his tone.

“Yep,” Calus answered simply, claws gently raking along Chaz’s lower back now.

“S-shit…I don’t…think…you’ll fit…” Chaz panted again, already feeling as if he’d taken a fair sized plug up his ass.

“Don’t worry, you can take it. If Striker can, you can,” Calus assured Chaz.

A little more lube later and Calus was able to bury himself balls deep in Chaz’s ass, his stomach bulging slightly from the Dracony’s massive member inside him. Calus waited a few minutes to stretch Chaz out before pulling back out about halfway then pushing back in, repeating this movement at a smooth pace. Chaz couldn’t believe he’d managed to take the entirety of Calus’ cock, but it felt amazing being fucked so deep by something so thick. Calus’ cock started throbbing inside Chaz as his thrusts picked up in speed then Calus’ hand pressed to the wall and Chaz could hear the Dracony’s heavy, grunting breaths indicating he was getting close to orgasm. Calus changed his thrusts to short, quick ones to stimulate Chaz towards his own release while simultaneously preparing to knot the shark. Gripping Chaz’s hip with one hand while bracing against the wall with his other Calus growled as he shoved forwards making Chaz yelp into a loud cry, orgasm wrenching from the shark to paint the wall and ground below him as Calus’ knot popped into him. Calus bowed his chin to his chest with a growling grunt as his own release spilled into Chaz’s body making the shark whimper at how full he was.

“You okay…kid…?” Calus asked through panting breaths, voice two octaves deeper then previous.

“Y-Yeah…though I…feel like…I’m gonna…explode…” Chaz chuckled in turn.

“Ha-ha…try to stay with it…my knot’s gotta recede before I can…pull out,” Calus retorted, gently massaging Chaz’s hips in a soothing manner while lightly rocking his own to stimulate his knot to release his cum.

Chaz whimpered a little as Calus’ knot continued to spew cum into him, over filling the shark then with a solid pull Calus removed himself from Chaz’s hole. Chaz felt the cum flow from his ass down his legs which were struggling to stay upright luckily Calus wrapped an arm underneath Chaz’s lower half to hold him up.

“Done for the day?” Calus chuckled.

“Yeah…definitely, that was amazing,” Chaz confirmed, exhaustion lacing his tone.

“Here, let me help you,” Calus offered, releasing Chaz’s tail from the loose rope it hung in then assisting Chaz in sliding through the Glory hole.

“Thanks, I’ll see you later,” Chaz retorted once he was able to stand on the other side of the hole.

“Oh no, thank you,” Calus shot back, cleaning himself up then tucking back into his jeans before leaving the booth.

[drades-lair]

Little Helper

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC

Note: Plant is not my OC, they belong to Exhausted Plant on Twitter (https://twitter.com/Exhausted_Plant) they gave me full permission to use them and please visit their etsy as well (https://www.etsy.com/shop/exhaustedplant/?etsrc=sdt)

Out of all the rings in hell Sloth was considered one of the nicest however for Striker it was far too pink, even the fucking crappy motel room he was staying in was bubble gum pink!

“I can’t wait ta get the fuck outta here,” Striker groused into his phone.

“Ha-ha, come now it can’t be that bad,” Calus chuckled on the other end.

“My eyes are already burnin’ from this place,” Striker continued.

“Well, you’re almost done with the job, right? Then you can come home,” Calus encouraged still lightly chuckling.

“Yeah, tracked him down now just gotta take care of the bastard,” Striker confirmed with a huff.

“Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow then,” Calus concluded with a warm smile evident in his voice.

“Yep, talk to Ya tomorrow,” Striker confirmed with a smile of his own.

After hanging up the phone Striker went about meticulously planning how he was going to handle the assassination. Evening brought some relief from the bright colors of Sloth allowing Striker to work a little more efficiently, riding to the outskirts of Sloth’s main city where he’d tracked down his current target. An abandoned rundown house with two hounds sat outside the front door likely guarding Striker’s real target sat in the middle of some nowhere field making it power for the course. Settling on a raised hill not far from the decrepit building Striker slung his gun case from over his shoulder to pull out the sniper rifle from within, laying on his stomach to take aim at the first hell hound. Striker proved his prowess with a firearm by taking out the first hound unfortunately as predicted the second was instantly put on guard making it too difficult for Striker to get a proper beat before the he disappeared into the house. Giving a huff Striker put away his rifle then placed it on bombproof before skulking his way to the house and around the back where he located a large hole allowing him to slip through into an empty decaying room. Wrinkling his nose at the smell of mildew Striker pulled his bandana over his snout before proceeding with revolver drawn. Peering around the corner Striker caught sight of the imp he’d been sent to kill in the room across the hallway conversing with the hound from outside, panic clear on their features.

Aiming carefully Striker was just about to take a shot when he felt someone behind him prompting the pale imp to spin around, expression shifting to surprised horror as he saw a third hell hound with his paw raised. The hound brought his paw down causing his claws to dig deep into Striker’s side resulting in a cry of agony, but he managed to keep his composure just enough to get off a shot in the direction of the target, taking out the second hell hound who’d been standing with said target. Snarling Striker pressed his back to the nearest wall with a hand clamped around his now bleeding side, sizing up the third hound who was standing too close to get a shot off cleanly. Sneakily Striker pulled a knife from his belt using his tail while waiting for the hound to make his move, fortunately after a few moments the hound didn’t disappoint. The hound lunged at Striker with claws and teeth bared only to yelp as he came to a sudden stop, Striker grunting as he plunged the blade into the hounds’ chest with a twist to finish him off. Cursing under his breath Striker relied on his adrenaline to take off after the imp he’d been sent to kill, cocking his pistol as he easily caught up to the short slum lord just outside the house clambering into his fancy car. Taking a breath to steady his hand Striker took aim then shot through the passenger side window straight through the imp’s head. Holstering his pistol Striker quickly got his pictures for his client unfortunately his adrenaline was wearing thin resulting in the pain from his wound getting stronger as he limped off to find Bombproof. Upon finding his steed Striker managed to mount Bombproof despite his growing agony, directing the hell steed towards the city where he hoped to either get back to his motel room where he could treat his wound or find a doctor who’d be willing to work on him anonymously. Striker’s vision began to darken around the edges as he struggled to stay conscious, blood soaking his entire side from the claw wounds left from the hell hound. Just as the city limits came into view the pain and blood loss won out causing Striker to fall unconscious unfortunately this also caused him to fall off bombproof resulting in a sickening crack from his wrist.

Bombproof stopped immediately with a surprised neigh followed by a series of concerned nickers as he moved to Striker’s side, nudging Striker with his nose only to receive no response. Bombproof glanced around clearly seeking help for his injured rider however upon realizing no one was around the hell steed gently picked Striker up by the back of his jacket in hopes of taking him somewhere for help.

…

Several scattered buildings littered the outskirts of Sloths’ main city amongst which was a small pharmacy where a short crimson shark/imp hybrid scurried around trying to stalk shelves. Clambering on to a step stool she started putting bottles filled with pills away on one of the upper shelves, meticulously sorting them when a sudden scream from outside startled them instantly resulting in all the bottles falling to the floor. Fortunately, none of the bottles had spilled or broken but it was still annoying, giving an irritated sigh she climbed carefully down to start picking up the mess of bottles which she placed in a bin for sorting later before going outside to see what had happened. Plant as her name tag stated let out a gasp, hands flying up to cover her snout at the sight that lay just feet from the pharmacy’s front door, laying in the middle of the street with a massive hell steed standing protectively over him was a pale imp covered in blood. Plant’s good-natured instincts propelled her forwards to kneel beside the imp revealing the blood was coming from his right side however that wasn’t all she discovered, this imp had several weapons attached to his belt including two revolvers and a sheath for a knife which was missing. Plant hesitated on helping the imp after all he could mean trouble and she wasn’t equipped for trouble being just a pharmacy assistant, on the other hand they could take him to the hospital within the city however what was to say he wouldn’t be arrested, escape then come after her for doing that. Plant was yanked from her thoughts as the pale imp released a soft pained moan, his face contorted in agony despite being unconscious with sweat rolling down his features.

A sympathetic expression crossed the hybrids features as she looked upon the pale imp, gentle soul overriding their anxious nature prompting her to grab the imp under his arms and haul his limp form into the back of the pharmacy where a couple simple treatment rooms resided. A small struggle got the pale imp on the treatment table and once plant got his jacket as well as his shirt off, she could finally get to work on treating him properly.

…

Calus awoke to the sun of imp city filtering through the curtains of his bedroom window, giving a massive yawn before sitting up. Glancing at his phone Calus found it a little unusual that Striker hadn’t at least sent him a text saying he’d completed his job yet, but it wasn’t too abnormal after all if Striker was tired afterwards, he might have just fallen asleep. Shrugging it off Calus pushed off the bed to get about his day believing that Striker would contact him later on as he always did…except he didn’t, evening was already starting to set in when Calus realized Striker hadn’t contacted him yet. Concern was beginning to churn Calus’ stomach, furrowing his brow the Dracony sent a series of text messages over the next couple hours to no avail. Concern giving way to full on worry now Calus tried to locate Striker’s phone by using the tracker they’d both agreed to install in their phones in case of emergency however the tracker said that either Striker’s phone was turned off or something had happened to the tracker either way that didn’t bode well. Finished with waiting the Dracony quickly packed himself up to hit the road on Aurora headed for Striker’s last location namely Sloth.

…

Evening in Sloth warmed the usual bright pastel colors creating a calming effect over the ring, Plant breathed out while swiping her arm across her sweaty forehead. The pale imp she’d been working on for hours was finally in a semi stable state laying on the treatment table now stained with his black blood. In addition to the claw wounds on his right side the imp also had a broken wrist however the biggest problem was the massive amount of blood he’d lost leaving him extremely anemic, luckily the pharmacy had a small stock of blood bags in the back. Yawning Plant decided there wasn’t anything further she could do for the unusual visitor, his phone was dead thus there was no way to find out who he was until he woke up thus, they proceeded to finish up their tasks around the pharmacy for the evening including closing up shop. Normally Plant would head home once the pharmacy was closed up unfortunately she couldn’t leave her new guest alone as he needed to be monitored thus Plant dug out some blankets and a pillow from the stock area, set herself up in the treatment room next to the pale imp, fed the hell steed that he’d apparently come with then proceeded to get some shut eye.

…

Calus made it to Sloth just as the sun was rising, concern weighing heavily on him for his mate as he searched the city for the imp. Part of the way through Aurora perked to a scent, moving of her own accord towards the outer limits of the city and seeing as the hell horse hadn’t steered Calus astray in the past, he allowed her to lead him. Aurora was validated when in the distance a familiar form started coming into view, bombproof stood outside a pastel purple building with the word ‘Pharmacy’ above it in giant white letters. Bombproof nickered happily upon noticing Aurora as well as Calus moving towards him, nuzzling with Aurora while Calus dismounted the female hell horse.

“Bombproof, hey boy. Where’s Stri…shit!” Calus’ demeanor swiftly dropped when he noticed a patch of black blood staining the concrete a short distance from the pharmacy.

Moving briskly to the blood patch Calus took a knee to examine it, swiping his fingers across the dried patch. Snarling in aggravated concern Calus stood back up to look around the area only to hear Bombproof whinnying promptly getting his attention. The large male hell steed gently pressed his muzzle against the glass doors of the pharmacy peeking Calus’ curiosity, glancing around Calus cocked a brow at what looked like a swipe of black blood on the ground leading into the pharmacy. Reading the ‘hours’ sign on the door it said that the pharmacy would be opening in an hour meaning if nothing else Calus could ask to see if anyone had seen Striker.

…

Plant startled at the sound of their phone going off, quickly silencing it with a substantial yawn. Sitting up Plant rubbed their eyes, still sleepy from being up most the night checking on the imp in the treatment room next to hers. Slowly walking out into the main area of the pharmacy Plant was immediately surprised to see a large figure sitting on the curb outside the glass windows of the pharmacy along with a beautiful green colored hell steed standing next to the previous red one. Nervously Plant approached the doors eliciting an acknowledging nicker from both hell steeds which prompted the figure to look over his shoulder revealing a hellion Plant was unfamiliar with. Nervously Plant got the doors open apparently prompting the figure to stand up, towering over the shorter hybrid making her even more nervous.

“Uh…um…may I help you?” Plant nervously asked, wringing her hands in front of herself.

“I’m hoping so, I’m looking for someone,” The figure inquired, tone smooth and gentle much to Plants’ surprise.

“Oh? I-I don’t know if I can help…but I can try,” Plant stammered out.

“That’s alright, the hell steed here with the orange flames, you wouldn’t happen to have seen the imp he belongs too?” The figure asked gesturing towards the hell steed Plant had been looking after.

“Wait! You know the pale imp?” Plant questioned, she was shocked to hear this tall hell being knew her latest guest after all what were the chances.  

“So, you have seen him! Where did he go?” The figure raised his voice a little in excitement causing Plant to recoil a little.

“Y-yes…” Plant stammered, voice barely above a whisper as her tail coiled around her legs.

“Hmm, forgive me. I didn’t mean to frighten you. My name’s Calus, please if you have any information on the imp I’d appreciate if you’d tell me,” Calus offered, lowering his tone while taking a step back, hand moving to his chest as he introduced himself.

“Oh…um…it’s okay, I’m just a little…nervous that’s all. I’m Plant and the imp is in the back actually,” Plant revealed, smiling at the gentle nature of Calus.

“Really, could you please show me to him?” Calus pleaded trying to keep his voice low so as to not frighten or startle the nervous little hybrid.  

Plant nodded in confirmation then guided Calus into the back of the pharmacy where the treatment room held the pale imp. Upon entering the room Calus’ expression twisted into one of concerned anguish as he hurried past Plant to the imp’s side.

“Striker! Striker!? Babe, can you hear me?” Calus asked in rapid succession, hand moving to cup the imp’s cheek.

“I…found him outside…there are some nasty claw marks on his right side and his left wrist is broken…I did what I could,” Plant nervously stated moving a little further into the room. The Dracony looked from Plant to Striker’s bandaged side then back with a small smile of appreciation.

“Thank you, his name is Striker. You’ve done a great job, I never did get your name,” Calus stated.

“Oh, my name’s Plant. I’m just glad I could help, he lost a lot of blood,” Plant introduced, gesturing towards the IV hanging beside Striker filled with blood.

“I see, pleasure to meet you. I’m going to have a look at the wounds,” Calus stated with a small nod towards Plant before moving to start undoing the bandages from Striker’s torso.

“No problem. Soooo, what kind of hellion are you anyway?” Plant inquired mostly looking to fill the silence while Calus worked to reveal the claw marks on Striker’s side.

“Hmm, I’m a Dracony,” Calus replied simply, placing the bandages on the counter against the left-hand wall.

“A…Dracony? I’ve never heard of that,” Plant confessed.

“Really? That’s refreshing, in my opinion too many people know what a Dracony is,” Calus chuckled, analyzing Striker’s wounds.

“Seriously? Are Dracony…special or something?” Plant continued to quarry.

“Ha-ha, you could say that. We were the first royal demons in hell,” Calus revealed. Plant went wide eyed at this revelation, stunned that Calus had revealed such a thing so casually as if he were listing off his favorite ice cream flavor.    

“The first…royals…holy shit! I’m so sorry, should I bow, should curtsy…? Do you want me to get you something, anything!?” Plant rambled in rapid succession in a panicked tone.

“No, it’s alright. You can relax, my kin have been extinct for a while now all that remains is the legacy,” Calus chuckled again as he assured Plant there was no need to fuss.

“Huh? Extinct? Does that mean you’re…” Plant trailed off once she’d calmed down a bit.

“Yes, I’m the last of my kind, but enough about that now I’m going to heal Striker and I could use a couple things, would you mind?” Calus retorted.

“Um, yeah…I can absolutely get you whatever you need,” Plant confirmed with a big grin on her face.   

“Alright, could you get me a couple wash cloths and a bowl of warm water?” Calus asked, shrugging off his duster to throw onto the chair in the corner of the room.

“No problem-o,” Plant declared, skittering off to the other treatment room aka their room from last night.  

Gently Calus went about removing the few stitches Plant had used to secure the wounds resulting in Striker groaning in pain, head shifting slightly from one side to the other before blinking his eyes open.

“Easy, it’s me,” Calus reassured his mate.

“C-Calus…fuck!” Striker breathed out, gritting his teeth in pain.

“Relax babe, I’m going to heal you,” Calus encouraged, hovering a hand over Striker’s side.

A soft blue light began to glow beneath Calus’ hand causing Striker to arch off the treatment table, his good hand balling into a fist as he ground out a pained groan. Calus returned his hand to cup Striker’s cheek again while leaning over him, nuzzling lightly at his mate’s snout, eyes hooded as he made soft shushing sounds just as Plant walked in. The little hybrid felt embarrassed for a moment for having walked in on such an intimate moment but then shifted to admiration, giving a silent little ‘aw’ as she moved to place the bowl of water and cloths on the counter against the left-hand wall. A few moments later Calus removed his hand revealing the majority of Striker’s wound having been healed causing the imp to go limp, panting heavily with sweat rolling down his face.

“Rest…rest…I’m done for now,” Calus assured Striker, carding his fingers through Striker’s sweat-soaked hair.

“Um…I brought the water and wash cloths,” Plant offered, gesturing to the bowl on the counter.

“Thank you, could you hand me one?” Calus asked, holding out a hand.

“Mm-hm,” Plant confirmed grabbing a cloth to dip in the bowl of warm water before handing it to Calus.

“Do you have any pain meds?” Calus wondered accepting the damp cloth.

“Yes, give me a moment,” Plant confirmed again hurrying out of the room causing Calus to smile after her.

“W-who is that?” Striker panted out, watching the hybrid flit from the room.

“They’re name is Plant, apparently you were dropped on their doorstep,” Calus answered, gently patting the cloth around Striker’s face.

“Humph, Proof must’ve brought me here,” Striker concluded.

“What happened?” Calus curiously asked.

“I fucked up on the number of henchmen…got ambushed by a third hound…pfft, rookie fuckin’ move,” Striker groused at himself.

“Shit, did you manage to kill the target?” Calus wondered.

“Yeah, I tried ta text Ya, but my phone died shortly after gettin’ the photos for my client…sorry I worried Ya,” Striker apologized, looking up at Calus.

“It’s fine, I’m glad your safe,” Calus retorted, leaning down to nuzzle lightly against Striker’s snout. Striker returned the sentiment, followed by a wince just as Plant returned with a bottle of pills and a cup of water.

Plant handed the water to Calus while undoing the bottle of pills to shake a couple out while Calus assisted Striker in siting up. Plant gave a smile as she handed the two pills to Striker who popped them in his mouth then took the water from Calus to wash them down with.

“Do you mind if we stay here for a bit? Striker isn’t in shape to travel just yet,” Calus asked Plant while gently easing Striker back down.

“Oh, no, not at all,” Plant assured them.

Calus gave a warm smile along with a head nod towards the hybrid before getting comfortable. Plant went about her day as they pretty much ran the pharmacy because the actual pharmacist/owner worked at the hospital full time. Calus remained with Striker most of the day only leaving occasionally to take care of the hell steeds outside who also received snacks from Plant. Impressively Striker managed to get on his feet by early evening with Plant assisting to get the pale imp’s shirt back on before helping secure a sling around his neck to help cradle Striker’s still broken wrist. Plant began rambling about how they should care for Striker’s injuries having warmed up to the duo substantially, Striker becoming irritated by the constant yammering, yet Calus seemed tolerant of the continuous chatter.

“Alright, I think we’ve got it. Honestly though, thank you,” Calus interrupted Plant’s ranting.

“You’re welcome, again I’m just glad I could help,” Plant blushed lightly, hands behind her back as she shuffled her feet.

“Ya did good kid, I owe Ya,” Striker added, leaning on Calus for stability.

“Nah, you don’t owe me anything if anything it was worth it to get to treat that hell steed of yours,” Plant retorted with a small laugh.

“If we need something again, would you mind if we came to you?” Calus wondered curiously.

“Oh…yeah, sure…I can’t guarantee I can help but of course you can always drop by, and I can see what I can do,” Plant responded, surprised as no one had ever asked her for something like that before.

“Sounds good, take care,” Calus stated with a parting head nod as he guided Striker outside then helped him mount Bombproof, mounting Aurora himself moments later.

Plant waved after the duo as they made their way towards home. 

[drades-lair]

Fixing Fizz

It wasn’t lost on Calus how often he was finding himself at Asmodeus’s palace, the prince of Lust calling on the Dracony more and more for things he needed handled. Tonight, the tone Asmodeus gave off said he had a bigger mission for Calus to take on which left the Dracony in an uneasy state namely because he wasn’t sure what to expect.

“Calus~ nice to see you as usual,” Asmodeus chimed, emerging through the double ornate doors of his office.

“Always a pleasure,” Calus greeted in turn, walking past Asmodeus into his office.

“I know I’ve been asking a lot lately…I appreciate you indulging me,” Asmodeus stated, closing the office doors so as they’d not be interrupted.

“Not a problem, you’ve been paying me so it’s not like I’m not getting my worth,” Calus retorted with a chuckle, shrugging off his duster that he hung over the back of a high back chair before settling in it.

“Nonetheless…anyways, as you might have guessed I have something to ask of you once again,” Asmodeus chatted as he moved to the high back chair across from the one Calus sat down in, the flames of the fireplace flitting across the room.  

“I assumed so, yes,” Calus huffed a laugh in turn as Asmodeus sat across from the Dracony.

“I’m not going to waste your time so let me just get right into it, you have healing abilities…could you…say, regrow a limb using them?” Asmodeus inquired appearing a little hesitant in his inquiries.

“Um…well, short answer would be yes…however, it’s not as simple as that. I regrew a hand on someone once, but it took a lot out of me to do it,” Calus responded, arching a brow in suspicious curiosity.

“Alright, here’s the deal, mine and Fizz’s anniversary is coming up…I was hoping to do something unique…personal for him this year,” Asmodeus began to explain.

“And…where do I come in?” Calus wondered, turning his arched brow into a furrow.

“I was hoping that your abilities would allow you to regrow Fizz’s limbs,” Asmodeus bluntly stated, taking Calus off guard.

“Oh…wow…um…okay, that’s an entirely different ball of wax. Where to begin? First, I’ve not regrown entire limbs before using my abilities and even the hand I spoke about had leftover bone to work with not just gone. Second, the amount of time it’ll take to accomplish something like that would be…a year maybe more because I’d have to do segments… if at all,” Calus began to explain, tone slightly exasperated at the very thought.

“Time isn’t an issue, I’m sure Fizz would be fine with any amount of time it would take,” Asmodeus assured Calus.

“It’s not just time Asmodeus…in between segments Fizz will be in immense pain, I’m not just growing flesh and bone…it’s tendons and nerves and once again that’s if I can muster the strength to do it,” Calus continued to explain.

“I see…there’s no way you can do it in one session?” Asmodeus asked, face dropping at the realization.

“I don’t think so…I can do a lot with my abilities but…I can only do so much,” Calus reiterated, a look of sympathy crossing his features.

"I understand...and you're certain Fizzy would suffer intense pain?" Asmodeus checked.

"Yes, no matter what is given for the pain Fizz would still suffer some form of pain, I morally don't want to put him through that," Calus finished.

"Alright, Alright, I get it. Guess I'll go to plan B for a gift. Thank you for indulging me, Calus, and I'm sorry for wasting your time," Asmodeus relented, offering an understanding smile.

"Not a problem, sorry I couldn't help," Calus retorted as they both stood up, Calus grabbing his duster from the chair before heading towards the door with Asmodeus.

The two bid a thoughtful fair well then Calus left, little did he know this wasn't over. Later that evening Fizz returned to the palace to find Asmodeus had set up a romantic evening of wining and dinning. All in all, the evening was amazing as usual however upon returning to the bedroom Fizzarolli remembered he forgot to drop off a manifest from his recent outing to Ozzie's office. Slipping into the office on the way to the bedroom Fizz went straight to the desk where he placed the manifest on the large desks surface resulting in him accidently shuffling some papers around revealing a contract he'd not seen before, pulling the contract out Fizz read through it, eyes growing wide in shock at its contents. Written on the paper was an agreement that Asmodeus would pay a large sum of money along with supply goods to Calus should he agree and accomplish the task of regrowing Fizz's missing limbs. Fizz's heart pounded with disbelieving excitement, was there really a chance to get his arms and legs back? Continuing down the contract Fizz eventually reached the bottom where his heart dropped upon seeing that under Asmodeus's signature it said request refused. Why would Calus refuse? Fizzarolli wondered in his mind after all the Dracony always seemed like a good guy. Glancing around Fizz placed the contract on Asmodeus's desk but located the original on his computer and printed a copy that Fizz then folded to place in his pocket before continuing to the master bedroom where Ozzie was waiting for him.

…

Striker yawned in the process of making his way into the kitchen of the penthouse, stretching over his head. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard he started making a coffee just as Calus strode into the kitchen, coming up behind the imp to place his hands on his hips. Striker threw a sleepy smile over his shoulder at the Dracony before they shared a gentle kiss.

"Sleep well?" Calus inquired, grabbing his own mug.

"Yeah, for the most part," Striker responded.

"Glad to hear it, hmm?" Calus began to respond when the doorbell sounded causing him to glance towards the front door.

"Expectin' someone?" Striker wondered following Calus' gaze.

"No, I'll be back," Calus stated heading towards the front door.

Calus moved to the small white box on the wall next to the door, pressing the button to respond to the bell.

"Hello?" Calus asked into the speaker of the box.

"Um...hi, it's Fizzarolli, may I come up?" Fizz's voice asked over the call box.

"Oh, hello Fizzarolli. Yes, of course you can come up, one moment," Calus assured the imp. Pressing another button, waiting until the elevator light on the white box turned green indicating it would allow Fizz to come up to the penthouse suite. Sure enough after a few minutes there was a knock at the door prompting Calus to answer it.

"Hi Calus, sorry to interrupt your morning like this," Fizz stated as Calus opened the door.

"It's no problem, come on in," Calus acknowledged guiding Fizz inside before shutting the door behind him.

"Thanks, oh! Hi Striker," Fizz waved with a slight blush on his face upon noticing the pale imp standing partially naked in the kitchen making coffee.

"Hey Ya clown," Striker acknowledged, stirring his coffee.

"Um, I was hoping to talk to you about something Calus...alone," Fizz stated turning his attention to Calus who was working his way back into the kitchen.

"Alright...we can go to my office in a minute, would you like a coffee?" Calus offered.

"Sure," Fizz accepted.

Once Calus got them both a coffee, he showed Fizz to his office which was across from the staircase leading up to the pool behind the living area. After they were inside with the door closed Calus sat behind his dark wooden desk while Fizz took a seat in a high back chair on the opposite side. Calus casually sat back with a small huff as Fizz nervously toyed with the coffee in his hands.

"So... what’s this about?" Calus inquired casually taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well...it's about this," Fizz nervously stated, setting his coffee on the desk before pulling the contract from his pocket, unfolding it to place on the desk in front of Calus. Arching a brow curiously Calus set his mug down to pick up the paper, giving it a once over causing his brow to slowly furrow.

"Asmodeus showed you this?" Calus questioned, peering over the top of the paper.

"N-No, I found it last night while I was placing something else on his desk," Fizz explained. Calus pinched the bridge of his nose with an exasperated sigh before placing the contract on his desk again.

"Look Fizz, I know how it sounds but as I discussed with Asmodeus, I'm not morally comfortable performing the procedure on you and that's if I even have the capability of doing it in the first place," Calus briefly explained.

"What do you mean?" Fizz wondered furrowing his brow.

"Fizz, my healing abilities are powerful but performing something as intricate and lengthy as regrowing a limb will take a lot of energy...I'm not certain I have that sort of power in me and even if I did the amount of pain, it would cause you upon waking from the procedure would be...beyond excruciating," Calus explained further.

"Oh please, I was blown up for fucks sake, I'm sure I can handle any amount of pain and how do you know you can't? Have you ever tried?" Fizz shot back waving a dismissive hand at Calus' concern.

"I did regrow a hand once but Fizz we're talking about an entire limb with nothing to start with! I will need to extend the bone from your shoulder to rebuild and that's only after the robotic mechanisms were removed," Calus continued to explain.

"Then you can do it!" Fizz exclaimed seemingly ignoring everything Calus just said.

"Fizz, did you hear anything I just said?" Calus asked.

"I did! I don't care how much pain it causes me or how long it takes, I want you to do this for me! Please!" Fizz insisted slamming a fist on Calus' desk.

"Fizzarolli! For the last time, I won't put you or myself through that," Calus shot back getting an edge to his tone as he sat forwards. For a long moment, they simply stared at one another till eventually Fizz let out a deep sigh, gaze averting to the side.

"I didn't want to do this...but you leave me no choice. I need this...it's the one chance I have to get something back. If you don't agree to do this Calus...I'll expose Striker," Fizz stated, tone deepening to a threatening level.

"What did you just say?" Calus practically snarled, standing up to place both palms on the desk as he slightly leaned Fizz's way.

"You heard me, you have the protection of being royal blooded, but Striker is a wanted fugitive with a lot of enemies...and I have contacts, connections to expose him with," Fizz explained holding his ground as he met Calus’ gaze.

"Threats, blackmail...seriously Fizzarolli?" Calus retorted in a slightly disbelieving tone.

"If that's what it takes...I need this...now sign the contract," Fizz insisted pushing the contract towards Calus who stared for a moment at it. Eventually releasing a breath Calus reluctantly relented, opening a drawer to pull out a pen that he promptly used to sign the contract. Fizz's body relaxed as his face lit up in excitement, the two working out details on when, where, and how this was going to happen afterwards despite Calus’ continued displeasure towards the whole thing.

Calus called Asmodeus to inform the sin he'd changed his mind as well as tell him the procedure would take place in the king of lust’s palace infirmary one week from that day. Asmodeus was thrilled to hear it stating he'd tell Fizz when he returned as he was unaware Fizz was sitting with Calus at that very moment. Calus informed both Fizz and Asmodeus that he'd get Stolas to assist as the prince had a way with politics and herbal remedies for pain. Once everything was settled Fizz left Calus' penthouse. Calus released an exhausted sigh as he sat down next to Striker who eyed his mate suspiciously. Calus gave Striker a false reassuring smile that apparently worked because the imp returned to watching TV, leaving Calus to worry silently about what was to come…this whole thing wasn't going to end well.

…

One-week later Calus made his way to Asmodeus’ palace, moving straight to the basement where the infirmary was located. Fizz sat waiting on the treatment table clad in a pair of black shorts to keep his torso naked, the plan was to do his left arm this time thus Asmodeus was preparing to remove the mechanical attachments he’d originally installed once Fizz was put under then Calus would come in immediately afterwards to start regrowing the limb. Stolas was also present, busily preparing his various potions although he looked uncertain, Calus hang his duster up on a coat rack near the door, a pensive expression upon his features.

“Now, you’re certain you want this Fizzy Frog? I-I don’t like the idea of you being in pain,” Asmodeus asked, tone thick with concern.

“Yes, Ozz, I want this…I need this…I lost so much in that fire…” Fizz assured Asmodeus, hanging his head towards the end as he stared at his mechanical hand.

“Alright, as long as you’re prepared,” Asmodeus stated, continuing to get things prepared.

“Calus, might I have a word?” Stolas inquired walking up to the Dracony while Asmodeus was distracted by Fizz.  

“Sure,” Calus agreed, walking with Stolas out of the infirmary to the hallway.

“Calus, are you certain about this?” Stolas asked once they were alone in the hallway, expression one of concern.  

“Yes, we’ll get this over with hopefully in two sessions,” Calus flatly stated, attempting to hide his uncertainties behind his usual confident stoic nature.  

“Hmm, shouldn’t you take at least a day in between to rest?” Stolas wondered, his look of concern knitting its way deeper onto his features.

“I’ll be fine,” Calus once again flatly stated, grabbing the door handle to return into the infirmary.

“Are we ready to begin?” Asmodeus asked once Calus returned.

“Yeah, let’s get this going,” Calus confirmed with Stolas following behind him.  

Stolas grabbed a bottle that he handed to Fizz with the instruction to drink the whole thing which he did with a gagging noise. Taking back the bottle Stolas gestured for Fizz to lay down on the treatment table which again he obeyed, there was already an IV hooked up to Fizz’s collar bone along with monitors that gave off steady beeping noises. Stolas injected a substance into the IV line that moments later resulted in Fizz falling asleep promptly allowing Asmodeus to start his portion of the procedure while Calus waited in the wings, grimacing at this entire concept, however if it meant protecting Striker then so be it. They’d started early in the morning however by the time Calus was able to step in for his part it was early afternoon, at first Calus easily rebuilt Fizz’s limb but, as he neared Fizz’s elbow area which was the finishing spot for the day he was beginning to struggle. Finishing the procedure in the late evening, Calus pulled his hands from Fizz’s arm after making certain to seal the end, panting slightly with sweat trickling down his temples and his legs shook slightly causing him to hold onto the table for a moment before managing the strength to head for the infirmary doors.

“Calus? Are you alright?” Stolas asked after the Dracony as Asmodeus moved to bandage Fizz’s new limb.

“I’m fine…I just need to rest before tomorrow’s session,” Calus responded, putting on a façade of confidence, managing a small reassuring smile over his shoulder before leaving the infirmary.

“Hmm,” Stolas could tell something was up with Calus however if the Dracony wasn’t willing to tell him then there was nothing he could do for him other then what he was brought to Asmodeus’ palace to do. Turning around he moved to assist Asmodeus with Fizz’s aftercare.

…

The instant Calus was in his guest room he plopped onto the bed and passed out; his energy had been drained significantly as he’d predicted. Ideally Stolas was correct, Calus should take a day or two between sessions to recover unfortunately knowing the pain that the procedure was going to cause to Fizz… he had no choice but to do them back-to-back. The next morning Calus drug himself into the infirmary where Fizz was waiting although he looked absolutely wrecked, wreathing in pain on the table as Asmodeus tried to tend him with concern on his face.

“Rough night?” Calus inquired.

“Yes, the potions didn’t work really well,” Stolas informed Calus.

“As I figured…the quicker we get this finished the quicker he’ll find ease,” Calus stated, wearily moving towards the treatment table.

With that statement Stolas proceeded to put Fizz back asleep promptly allowing the Dracony to immediately start the second session however all too quickly it became clear that ten hours of rest wasn’t enough to recharge Calus’ strength even remotely. Calus’ vision began to blur causing him to shake his head in hopes of clearing it away, his hands began to shake as well till eventually the bluish glow faded from under his hands and he swayed before grabbing the tables edge to stabilize himself. Stolas immediately ran to Calus’ side, placing a hand on the Dracony’s shoulder as Calus brought a hand over half his face, panting heavily while a trickle of blood trailed from his nose.

“Calus!? Are you alright?” Stolas asked in alarm.

“I…I can’t finish it…not today…I…I need to sit down…” Calus stammered, staggering away from the treatment table.

“Asmodeus, stitch up Fizzarolli’s wound while I take care of Calus,” Stolas instructed earning him a nod of understanding from Asmodeus.

Calus made it a mere two steps from the treatment table before his leg’s gave way sending him towards the ground. Stolas cursed under his breath as Calus hit the floor unconscious, he was barely breathing, pulse weak, Calus had pushed himself beyond his limits which could spell death for the Dracony. Stolas worked to stabilize Calus as much as possible on the floor till Asmodeus was able to help him move the Dracony to one of the recovery beds across the room, stripping him of his shirt to allow for easier treatment…what little they could provide. Calus was beyond exhausted having pushed himself past his limits which for a Dracony was dangerous considering their magic came from their soul unlike others like Stolas or Asmodeus who pull from the environment of hell itself as well as their individual specializations. Short of giving Calus some life support there was little that could be done all Stolas could hope for was that Calus could rest and regain his strength. Sighing heavily Stolas took out his phone in preparation to call Striker to inform him of what happened unaware the imp wasn’t informed of everything regarding the situation. Striker was understandably upset declaring he was on the way immediately leaving Stolas nothing further to do except help Asmodeus tend to Fizz while they wait.

…

A couple hours later Striker arrived at Asmodeus’s palace, fuming as he stormed to the infirmary promptly flinging the doors open upon arriving.

“Where the fuck is he!?” Striker exclaimed causing Stolas and Asmodeus to jerk towards the infirmary doors.

“Take it easy Striker,” Stolas gently tried to calm the imp, moving closer to him with his hands raised in a submissive manner.

“Take it easy my fuckin’ ass! What happened?” Striker barked.

“Calus overexerted himself and collapsed…he’s over there,” Stolas explained, gesturing towards the left side of the room where a series of recovery beds were lined up against the wall with partitions separating them and one that wrapped around the entire bed. Through the partitions thin cloth Striker could make out a figure on the bed.

Striker’s expression immediately shifted to concern as he rushed towards the bed in question, moving around the partition where he stopped short upon seeing Calus. Striker tried to draw breath into his lungs, but they refused to accept the gesture, his mate lay on the stark white bed with a mask over his face providing oxygen, an IV line in one arm and a series of monitors that set Striker’s anxiety a blaze.

“Is he gonna be alright?” Striker asked in a quiet tone, a hand reaching out to gently lay on Calus’s shoulder.

“Depends…when Dracony use their abilities it’s not like traditional magic, it comes directly from their souls. All we can do is wait to see if his soul can recover from such a severe drain,” Stolas explained with a look of sympathy upon his features.

“Why would he do this? Surely Calus knew,” Striker questioned, brow furrowing as he looked over Calus.

“I’m not certain, something seemed…off, before we started the procedure,” Stolas admitted.

“So, where’s the clown?” Striker wondered noticing Fizz was no where in the room.

“He was taken to their private quarters so Asmodeus could easily help him through recovery while I remained to take care of Calus,” Stolas explained.

“Humph, Ya mean so I didn’t rip him a new one,” Striker corrected with a small snarl.

“That was a secondary reason,” Stolas admitted with a little chuckle.

…

Meanwhile up in the private master suite Fizz started to come around only to be surprised at having no hand yet, the pain was still intense however it seemed to have eased up a bit now that he had more of his arm back. Asmodeus comforted the imp as he managed to sit up with a pained groan.  

“Why…why don’t I have a hand yet?” Fizz wondered.

“There was…complications, Fizz, Calus collapsed and is now unconscious in the infirmary,” Asmodeus informed the imp who suddenly grew quiet with a shocked look on his features. Fizz recalled in that moment what Calus had tried to tell him about potentially not having the ability to complete the procedures.

“Is…he, okay?” Fizz wondered, hanging his head slightly upon realizing this was more then likely his fault.

“We’re not certain, he’s not doing well at the moment,” Asmodeus answered causing Fizz’s expression to drop even further as he realized his tunnel vision might have gotten Calus seriously hurt.

“Shit, Ozzie…I have to tell you something,” Fizz stated, tone hesitant.

“Hmm? What is it Fizzy Frog?” Asmodeus asked in turn, arching a brow in confusion.

Fizzarolli went about explaining everything that took place between the imp and Calus over a week ago including how he blackmailed Calus with Striker. Asmodeus listen tentatively to Fizz’s story, eyes growing wide with realization and shock.

“Fizz…why would you...?” Asmodeus stammered for a moment once the imp went silent.

“Because Oz…I lost so much in that fire…this was my one chance to get just a little of it back, but I didn’t listen to Calus, I got too hyper focused on my own selfish reasons,” Fizz continued, tears pricking the corners of his eyes as he gave a small sniffle.  

“Okay, okay, do you still have the contract?” Asmodeus inquired.

“Yeah, it’s in my safe,” Fizz stated pointing to his little safe under his vanity across the master bedroom.

Asmodeus went to the safe, punching in the code to open it allowing the sin to retrieve the contract which he quickly looked over before releasing a relieved sigh.

“You never got my physical signature on this,” Asmodeus pointed out.

“No, I thought the digital one was enough,” Fizz retorted with a confused furrow of his brow.

“No Fizzy, my digital signature can stand in temporarily, but I must physically sign for a contract to be binding. This is a good thing though as it means Calus is under no obligation,” Asmodeus explained.

“That’s good…I mean it, but…do you think he’d be able to eventually finish just this arm?” Fizz wondered looking honestly relieved to hear he’d not locked Calus into this.

“I’m…not sure…first he needs to recover,” Asmodeus reminded Fizz, who gave a small understanding nod.

“In the meantime, you’ll stay in here, Striker is in the infirmary with Calus and from what I understand he is…unimpressed to say the least,” Asmodeus informed Fizz causing the imp to swallow hard.

…

One week after everything went to shit Striker sat on the medical bed beside the one Calus was laying on, flipping through his phone with one eye continuously on Calus. The sound of the double ornate doors to the infirmary opening catching his attention momentarily, revealing Fizz entering through them with a sorrowful look upon his features. Striker had one leg crooked upwards that he draped the arm that was holding his phone over, scowling at the clown imp as he approached even starting to subtly rattle his tail the closer Fizz got. Fizz swallowed around the lump in his throat, despite Striker not having his signature hat nor jacket on he still somehow looked intimidating, glowing yellow eyes narrowing towards the other imp.  

“How is Calus?” Fizz hesitantly asked stopping at the foot of Calus’ bed.

“Humph, still unconscious and weak,” Striker retorted, glancing over at his mate briefly before returning his disgruntled gaze to Fizz.  

“I- I came to apologize, I’m so sorry for what happened to Calus…this is all my fault,” Fizz apologized, hanging his head, averting his gaze from Striker’s intense one.

“I appreciate the apology but, as much as I’d like ta blame Ya for all this… in the end Calus agreed ta do it,” Striker stated with a growl that faded into a small sigh.

“You don’t understand…it IS all my fault, you see I…” Fizz began explaining what he’d done to Striker whose tail began to rattle ferociously as he clenched his claws and clenched his teeth in anger.

“Ya did what!?” Striker exclaimed, snarling in anger as he stood from where he was sitting with hands clenching into fists.

“Like I said I’m really, really sorry…I don’t expect you to forgive me or anything…AH!” Fizz exclaimed as he hit the ground, Striker looming over top of him with a death grip on the other imp’s arms.

“You little attention whore! How fuckin’ dare Ya!?” Striker growled out, grip getting tighter causing Fizz to whimper.

“I-I’m sorry…” Fizz apologized again, looking away.

“S-Striker…” Calus’ quiet tone drew both imp’s attention instantly however it caused Striker’s demeanour to change as if someone flipped a switch. 

“Calus!?” Striker exclaimed, abandoning Fizz on the floor to immediately run to Calus’ side, one hand landing on the Dracony’s shoulder. Calus shifted his head to the side to look at Striker with a small acknowledging smile on his face.

“H-how long have I been out?” Calus wondered, clearing his throat a bit.  

“Over a week, try ta rest,” Striker encouraged, tone gentle.

“A week…shit…” Calus breathed out, seeming to struggle with each word.

“It’s fine, I’m just glad Yer awake,” Striker stated returning the smile till that is Fizz managed to stand back up, entering Calus’ line of sight.  

“Fizz…?” Calus questioned moments before Striker snarled.

“Get out!” Striker exclaimed in a low possessive growl.

Fizz took the warning to heart, backing up slowly till he could leave the infirmary while Striker continued to hiss with his tail rattling when a gentle hand cupped his cheek. Striker jerked slightly in surprise, looking down at Calus and instantly settling as his expression softened.

“Hush Striker…what did I miss?” Calus encouraged.

“Fizz told me everythin’…what he made Ya do...,” Striker briefly explained, tone growing more aggravated by the second.

“Hmm…he did, did he…then you know I’m bound by contract to full fill the procedure…I just…don’t know when I’ll be able to try again,” Calus admitted, rubbing Striker’s cheek with his thumb.

“Don’t fuckin’ worry about that right now…just…get better…” Striker insisted, placing his hand over Calus’, brow furrowing upwards in a combination of relief and concern.

Calus continued to nap on and off for the rest of the day, waking from one just as Asmodeus was walking into the infirmary with Stolas.

“Good to see you’re awake Calus,” Stolas stated walking over to the Dracony’s bedside while Striker kept an eye on them from the other bed, his possessive protective nature running in overdrive by this point.

“Hmm, I’m sorry I couldn’t finish the procedure Oz…once I’m able too I’ll finish it,” Calus stated with a groan as he attempted to sit up.  

“Nah, Calus! Don’t!” Striker exclaimed, beginning to move off the bed only to stop when Asmodeus beat him to it.

“Relax…there’s no need, if you feel capable and wish too then you can however the contract is nonbinding,” Asmodeus assured Calus resulting in a stunned expression to cross the Dracony’s face as the Lustful sin gently laid a hand on his shoulder to encourage him to remain laying down.  

“What do you mean? I signed a contract agreeing to do this…” Calus reiterated, furrowing his brow in confusion.  

“The contract wasn’t properly signed by me thus you have no obligation,” Asmodeus reassured the Dracony.

“Really? Well, that’s good…what about Striker? I’m going to take it Fizz told you everything,” Calus inquired, concern seeping its way into his tone.  

“No harm will come to either of you and yes, me and Fizzy had a long conversation about all this…for what it’s worth I’m sorry this happened,” Asmodeus offered, glancing over at Striker momentarily.

“That’s good, I appreciate the…apology,” Calus stated, voice growing weary as he laid back allowing Stolas to check a few things.

“Alright, you should get some more rest I’ll return later to check again on you,” Stolas stated with a nod which Calus returned.

Calus didn’t fight Stolas on the suggestion simply allowing himself to fall back asleep, mind too exhausted to stay awake any longer. Fizz opted to avoid the infirmary or more accurately avoided Striker for the rest of the time he was in the palace waiting for Calus to recuperate, a three-week process that barely saw the Dracony back on his feet. The duo managed to leave the palace unfortunately Calus couldn’t return to work for a further two weeks when he started feeling remotely like himself again. Much to Striker’s displeasure after six long months of recovering Calus did return to Asmodeus’ palace to complete the regrowth of Fizz’s left limb, afterwards making it perfectly clear he’d be unable to do any more. Fizz was grateful to have at least one of his arms back assuring Calus he’d not be calling on him to do anything further much to everyone’s relief.   

[drades-lair]

Rescuing Fizz

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Ozzie/Fizz, Striker/OC

"Did Ya see this?" Striker inquired, tipping his newspaper towards Calus.

"Hmm?" Calus cocked a curious eyebrow mid sip of coffee, looking over at the newspaper. The duo were casually relaxing on the white leather couch in Calus' penthouse, enjoying the early morning rays that filtered in through the windows.

"Those two are headin' off on vacation," Striker chuckled pointing at an article that revealed Asmodeus and Fizzarollie were going off on a vacation in Sloth.

"Good for them," Calus chuckled in turn.

"Yeah, they deserve it," Striker agreed.

"I'm glad to see them doing well," Calus added.

"Ya got a soft spot for 'em," Striker returned.

"Can't help it, Asmodeus is one of the better sins and Fizz isn't so bad, annoying on occasion but not bad. Plus, I was there when Ozzie found Fizz," Calus explained with a soft chuckle, one arm draping over the back of the couch behind Striker's shoulders.

"Wait, what?" Striker retorted in shocked surprise.

"Yeah, you didn't know that?" Calus shot back.

"Nah, Ya helped find the clown?" Striker clarified.

"Not quite, Asmodeus heard about a massive fire and went to investigate as none of the other sins could and he asked if I could accompany him," Calus began explaining.

Years earlier....

"This the spot?" Calus inquired, glancing around the scorched landscape that he and Asmodeus had arrived at. Remnants of the circus that used to be there scattered around, hell steed hoof prints littering the ground where fire had not reached. 

"Yes, thank you again for accompanying me," Asmodeus offered in confirmation.

"No problem, what are we looking for?" Calus questioned kneeling to smear his fingers across the burnt ground causing the soot to rub onto his fingers.

"Nothing in particular, just making sure nothing untoward has happened past the claim of an accident," Asmodeus casually explained.

"Got it," Calus flippantly stated standing back up so they could split up.

Thirty to forty minutes later their investigation had turned up nothing beyond the claim of an accidental fire. Satisfied they met back up in preparation to leave when a sound caught both their attention causing them to both turn around.

"What was that?" Asmodeus asked, turning at the same time Calus did to scan the burnt, rubble riddled landscape.

"Not sure," Calus retorted.

"...h-help..." came a very muffled, gravelly voice.

"Over there!" Calus exclaimed, pointing towards a large pile of rubble that was covered by the side piece of what used to be a circus cart.

Calus hurried to the pile with Asmodeus close behind, crouching down to slide his hands under the large charred wooden piece. Grunting Calus managed to lift the piece, tossing it to the side promptly revealing the horrific sight beneath, a half-buried imp in the ash and dirt laying on his stomach or...what was left of an imp. The imp had been maimed horribly, limps scorched by hell fire causing bone to show past scraps of skin, his face was charred, and his horns were nearly gone. Calus knelt beside the imp thinking there was no way this was the imp who had called out, there was no way this imp was even alive...until he opened his eyes.

"What!? He is alive!" Calus exclaimed, gingerly reaching for the injured imp.

"P... please...help..." the imp rasped before coughing up blood.

"Easy, easy young one. I am going to help you," Calus assured the imp, gently rolling him onto his back.

Looking over the imp, Calus swiftly determined there was no saving his limbs even with the Dracony's healing abilities. Asmodeus made a call to the sloth medical center in hopes they'd get there quickly thanks to him making the call. Calus gave a shrill whistle promptly summoning his hell steed Aurora who came straight to his side allowing Calus to retrieve his medical kit from her saddle bags. Carefully Calus tended the imp's injuries unfortunately without knowing the full extent of the imp's wounds he couldn't use his healing in case he caused more damage. Asmodeus watched on in concern, wondering how an imp could survive such damage.

"Stay with me kid, what's your name?" Calus asked as the imp cried in agony.

"F-fizz...Fizza...rollie..." the imp whimpered before coughing up more blood causing Calus to furrow his brow in concerned confusion.

"Fizzarolli, alright. Do me a favor Fizzarolli and open your mouth for me," Calus requested.

Fizz did as Calus requested revealing what the Dracony suspected, Fizz's throat was in tatters. Glancing around Calus noticed a large blast pattern a few feet from there current location along with very faint remnants from what he could tell were fireworks. Putting together the puzzle pieces Calus wondered how in the whole of hell this young imp had survived such an incident.

"Do you think he'll survive?" Asmodeus asked from behind Calus.

"I'm not sure, he's in rough shape," Calus responded before explaining his theory to the Lustful sin who recoiled slightly in shock.

"He's survived all that..." Asmodeus trailed off giving Fizz a look of sympathy but also a look of being impressed at the imp's durability.

"Finally," Calus commented as a helicopter approached a short distance away.

The Dracony sprung to his feet, running to the medical staff as they got off the chopper. Asmodeus leaned down while Calus was explaining the situation to the medical staff, scooped Fizz gently up and started towards the helicopter. After Fizz was on a gurney the staff set about getting him transported to the hospital while Calus mounted Aurora and Asmodeus climbed into his limo.

Calus took a little to get to Sloth's hospital as he needed to check out of his hotel first. Upon arriving the Dracony asked the front desk about Fizzarolli at which point they guided Calus to the second floor where the ICU was located. Heading down the hallway Calus spotted the familiar form of Asmodeus which surprised him as it had been almost ten hours since Fizz had arrived at the hospital.

"Asmodeus?" Calus questioned, walking up to the sin who'd turned to acknowledge the Dracony.

"Calus, glad you came to check on Fizzarolli," Asmodeus stated.

"No problem, a little surprised to see you still here," Calus admitted.

"Yes, I wanted to make sure he survived. They just got him out of surgery," Asmodeus explained.

"Humph, everything I anticipated?" Calus inquired.

"Yes, he's going to have a long road ahead of him," Asmodeus answered, looking into the room in front of them.

Through the massive window Calus could see Fizz laying in a bed with his arms clearly amputated, hooked up to machines through tubes and wires, bandages wrapped around his body.

"He seems tough, not everyday you meet someone who’s survived taking several fireworks to the face," Calus smirked slightly.

"Yes," Asmodeus agreed.

Present day...

"And that's how it happened, Fizz slowly recuperated with Asmodeus's help and he offered Fizz to move into the palace shortly after and as they say the rest is history," Calus finished his story.

"Wow, that's impressive," Striker commented.

"Yep," Calus agreed simply.

[drades-lair]

Poison

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Striker/OC, Stolitz

Calus slammed the door to the motel room behind him as Striker walked ahead, grousing the entire way while they both brushed dirt from their persons.

“That was a ruff one,” Calus grumbled.

“No shit, good thing we got the next couple days off,” Striker retorted, pulling off his hat to brush the dirt off it.

“How’s about you take first shower while I order us some well-deserved pizza,” Calus offered shooting a wary smile in Striker’s direction.

“Sounds good ta me,” Striker agreed heading straight into the washroom with his duffle.

Striker shut the bathroom door, dumped his duffle on the floor then proceeded to remove his clothing from the upper portion of his body first. Tossing his garments to the ground Striker winced upon discovering a shallow gash on his side, examining the wound closer he determined it wasn’t anything drastic and wouldn’t even need stitches. The buzzing from the bathroom lights began to get louder as Striker’s head began to throb, a blur beginning to coat his vision with an unusual feeling of anger beginning to rise inside him. Uncertain what was happening Striker decided to leave the bathroom, coming out to find Calus in the middle of the hotel room just finishing up on the phone with the pizza place after having obviously stripped down to just his own jeans.

“Calus…” Striker trailed off; voice scratchy as he held his head in one hand.

“Hmm? Done already?” Calus asked arching a brow in curious confusion as he turned to regard Striker.

“Nah…I-I’m feelin’ strange…” Striker stated, holding onto the wall with his other hand for balance.

“Hm? Strange? How?” Calus inquired, voice changing to carry a tone of concern to it as he moved closer to Striker.

“Strange…not myself…ugh!” Striker gritted his teeth as his head pounded causing his vison to fade further then the gash on his side began to ache.

“Striker!? Easy,” Calus exclaimed moving quickly to help support Striker with a hand on his shoulder and one on his side. Briefly Calus caught sight of the gash on Striker’s side causing him to furrow his brow down at it only to be caught off guard by the imp growling then lunging at him. Calus was flung backwards onto the ground with Striker on top of him, snarling savagely inches from Calus’ face, their hands locked together so the Dracony could hold the pale imp at bay. Striker’s eyes were wild looking with a sickly green glow to them and his complexion was paler then normal.

“Striker! What in the whole of hell is wrong with you!?” Calus exclaimed back, voice straining from struggling to hold the imp back.

Striker was growling and snarling instead of speaking, snapping towards Calus’ throat like some sort of wild animal. Calus grunted then managed to heave Striker off to the side, flipping them so Calus was on top now promptly pinning Striker’s wrists to the floor resulting in a dark chuckle followed by a wide malicious grin from the pale imp. Calus had only moments to contemplate what was going through his mate’s head before there was a searing pain in his side causing him to cry out, head turning to regard where the pain was originating from revealing Striker’s tail spade firmly jabbed into the Dracony’s side just below where his scales were.

“What the fuck!? What is happening to you!?” Calus gritted out earning only another dark chuckle for an answer.

Fortunately, Calus’ magic had come a long way allowing him to use it to restrain Striker to the ground while he yanked the imp’s tail spade from his side followed by pinning it to the floor as well. Cussing under his breath Calus moved to his duffle to retrieve some rope he kept inside, restraining Striker with it upon placing him in a chair. Striker continued to act feral, snapping at Calus every chance he got resulting in the eventual application of a muzzle to allow Calus to look over the gash on Striker’s side. Blood seeped from the wound as expected however what was unexpected was the slight green sheen the blood carried with it. Unfamiliar with such a thing Calus got on his cell phone whilst treating the stab in his own side from Striker’s tail spade eventually getting in touch with Stolas to explain what was going on to the best of his ability. After a brief exchange with Stolas, Calus was encouraged to bring Striker as soon as possible to the palace, although the tone the prince took did nothing to ease Calus’ already anxious mind. Once off the phone Calus slung his duster on not bothering to put a shirt underneath then with some degree of difficulty, he managed to sling Striker over his shoulder still tied up.

It took a while for Calus to make it to the Goetia palace however once there Stolas greeted Calus at the large ornate double doors, ushering him in. Calus plopped Striker into a chair in the foyer, the imp continuing to struggle with feral snarls and growls behind the makeshift muzzle around his snout.

“How long ago did he start behaving like this and when did he receive the wound?” Stolas asked noting Striker’s condition.

“He got the wound I would assume on our job today…maybe 10 hours ago and he started doing this maybe two hours ago,” Calus answered in an exhausted tone.

“Alright, we’ll get him into the infirmary downstairs where I can access my herbs,” Stolas declared gesturing for Calus to retrieve Striker. Unfortunately, while the duo were discussing matters Striker managed to break his binds lunging just as Calus was turning to retrieve him promptly sending the Dracony backwards onto the marbled palace floor with a thud followed by a pained grunt. Striker snapped a couple times inches from Calus’ face, one of the Dracony’s hands holding Striker at bay by the throat while the other one grasped the pale imp’s left hand. Stolas gasped in surprise, head whirling around in search of something to use when Calus shrieked in pain as Striker’s right hand swiped across his chest leaving deep claw marks behind followed by another swipe to the Dracony’s face resulting in three marks across his cheek. Calus growled baring his teeth just before a book was thrust against the back of Striker’s head instantly causing the imp to go limp, falling forwards over Calus unconscious. Looking up Calus could see Stolas now standing with a large book in both hands that he had clearly just hit across the back of Striker’s head.

“Sorry about that,” Stolas offered setting the book on the round table in the center of the foyer.

“No problem,” Calus retorted, maneuvering Striker with him till he could drape the imp’s limp body over his shoulder while standing back up.

Calus followed Stolas into the infirmary in the basement of the palace where he laid Striker on the metal table in the middle of the room, concern lacing his features as he looked over his unconscious mate. Stolas swiftly opened cupboards along the left wall, pulling jar after jar from them while Calus watched over Striker, noting the wound on his side was now a dark green color.

“So, what’s wrong with him?” Calus wondered, glancing over at Stolas who was now pulling out a mortar and pestle along with several vials.

“It’s a form of poison, I’ve not seen too many cases of this particular poison, but it originated in the Greed ring. Essentially the victim loses all their common sense to blind rage, and they simply lash out at anyone within attack range,” Stolas explained, opening the jars he’d pulled from the cupboard moments ago to pour their contents into the mortar before beginning to mix them using the pestle.

“I’m going to take it you know a cure,” Calus stated although there was the under tone of a question there as he looked at the mortar currently full of ingredients.

“Fortunately, I do however it’s time sensitive, the antidote must be administered within 24 hours of the initial infection or else it’ll have no effect,” Stolas answered, pouring the ingredients from the mortar into the vial.

“How long is it going to take to make the antidote?” Calus inquired, worry growing thicker in his tone.

“Eight hours…give or take,” Stolas stated, placing the vial over a flame in a holder after adding a small amount of water to it.

“That’s going to be cutting it close,” Calus worriedly pointed out.

“I know, this is all I can do though,” Stolas retorted.

Releasing a breath Calus went about getting Striker secured to the table using the built in straps to hopefully keep him in place should the imp wake up. Waiting was painful, Calus sat in a chair beside the table Striker was strapped too, healing the wounds Striker had left on him while Stolas kept watch over the antidote brewing on the counter a short distance away. A couple hours in Striker’s body began to shake and sweat began to bead across his skin instantly concerning Calus who brought the symptoms to Stolas’ attention.

“What’s wrong with him? Is this part of the poison?” Calus inquired, placing a hand gently on Striker’s burning forehead.

“Yes, this is the progression of the poison. I’ll get him something to take the fever down and hook up an IV to keep him hydrated,” Stolas explained, hurrying back to the same cabinets from earlier except this time he opened the bottom cupboards.

“Bring the items and I’ll help you,” Calus stated, cupping Striker’s cheek as his thumb gently rubbed across the imp’s cheek bone.

Calus helped Stolas apply the IV then allowed the prince to inject two separate substances, one that would take the fever down and the other that would hopefully calm Striker should he awaken. Calus applied a cold compress to the lump on the back of Striker’s head from where Stolas had knocked him unconscious to take down the swelling. Once they were only a couple hours from the antidote’s completion Striker began to stir with a soft moan however when his eyes blinked open despite still having that sickly green tinge to them, he seemed more aware with less rage to his demeanour as he focused in on Calus.

“C-Calus…I-I…I’m so sorry…” Striker apologized catching Calus off guard.

“Sorry? For what?” Calus inquired, furrowing his brow.

“For…hurting you…” Striker croaked out.

“Oh, don’t worry about it,” Calus chuckled slightly as the damage Striker had done was minor at best.

“I-I could see…but I couldn’t control myself…” Striker explained, softly panting.

“Hey, it’s fine. Stolas is going to give you an antidote and everything will be fine,” Calus explained, leaning in closer to Striker.

“Here Calus, you can begin cleaning the wound on his side while I proceed with the final steps of the antidote,” Stolas stated bringing over a metal tray on wheels with medical equipment on its surface.

“Alright, try to hold still,” Calus retorted, pulling the cold compress from Striker’s head to place it on the tray.

Calus grabbed a cloth out of the stainless-steel bowl filled with warm water to start cleaning the gash on Striker’s side causing the imp to wince with a pained growl. Calus gently placed a hand on Striker’s chest to hold him steady while he gingerly cleansed the wound, Stolas preparing the antidote in the background while Striker struggled through the effects of the poison. A short time later Calus finished up Striker’s wound just as Stolas was finished with the antidote, coming over with a syringe full of the purple liquid that he immediately administered into the IV line leading into Striker’s forearm.

“AH! Fuck, that burns!” Striker exclaimed, jerking against the restraints still holding him to the table, eyes squeezing closed.  

“Easy, easy…I got you,” Calus stated, gently cupping Striker’s cheek while his other hand rubbed lightly along Striker’s forearm opposite the one Stolas was injecting the antidote into.

“Alright, the antidote is fully administered. We just need to wait till it takes full effect,” Stolas explained.

“Thank you, Stolas,” Calus offered feeling relief wash over him.

“Of course, I’m going to go retrieve some things,” Stolas announced, putting the used syringe on the counter then headed out of the infirmary promptly leaving Calus with Striker alone.   

“Did the burning subside?” Calus quietly asked, carding his fingers lightly through Striker’s white hair.

“Y-yeah…Calus?” Striker quietly retorted, eyes averting from his mate.

“Hmm? Are you alright?” Calus responded, concern briefly rising in his stomach.

“I’m fine…I just…this scared me more then anythin’ I’ve ever done,” Striker explained in a bashful tone.

“Scared? Why were you scared?” Calus wondered as Striker didn’t exactly fear for his life even under the direst of circumstances.

“I…was scared of doin’ somethin’ horrible ta Ya,” Striker confessed.

“What? Really?” Calus chuckled softly; it was oddly endearing that Striker’s concern lay with hurting him.

“I…couldn’t live wit myself if I hurt Ya…” Striker admitted finally locking his gaze back with Calus’.

“Relax, I’m fine. I wouldn’t let you do too much damage against me,” Calus chuckled again, leaning in closer to nuzzle against Striker’s muzzle before sharing a kiss with the pale imp.

A short time later Striker’s eyes began to lose the sickly green glow, returning to his normal brilliant yellow while the wound on his side lost the ugly green coloration as well. Once Calus was certain Striker was mostly back to normal, he removed the restraints then assisted his mate in sitting up although he swayed upon doing so with a hand moving to grasp his head. Huffing a smile Calus gently pulled Striker into his torso so the imp could lay against his mate’s firm chest just as Stolas returned carrying a blanket as well as a tray of food. Stolas placed the food on the table next to Striker then wrapped the blanket around Striker’s shoulders while Calus grabbed an apple from the tray to offer to Striker as encouragement to eat something. Striker ate the apple slower then normal in his exhausted state, fully laying against Calus as he did so. Eventually the food was gone, and Stolas was confident that Striker was cured of the poison thus he detached the IV then told Calus that he was free to take Striker home or back to the hotel they were staying in. Understandably Calus said fuck the hotel room, he’d call the desk clerk later to arrange the return of their items or he’d arrange to go retrieve them either way he scooped Striker off the table bridal style as the imp dosed between consciousness and unconsciousness to take him home.

Striker was mostly back to himself in the coming days besides being utterly exhausted from the whole ordeal, sleeping most of the time until he got back on his feet.

[drades-lair]

When Striker is in heat Calus is too happy to help.

[drades-lair]

Raising Auric

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Rating: T

Pairing: Striker x OC

Striker pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, his head was pounding as the first few rays of sun started streaming into the penthouse suite. Auric was still crying as he’d been all night, Striker tried everything he could think of to get the little shark to settle down, yet he simply refused, and Striker was quickly coming to his breaking point of tolerance. Striker had put a pair of baby gloves over Auric’s hands because he’d insisted on clawing at his face and now, he was pawing at his face as his crying picked up intensity.

“Enough! Stop cryin’! I don’t know what wrong wit Ya, but Ya need ta stop cryin’ and buck up!” Striker barked angrily at the little shark. Auric blinked for a few moments at the sudden outburst from Striker then wailed now upset from whatever had been going on previously and from Striker yelling at him. At this moment Calus came from down the hallway just in time to witness the exchange.

“Whoa, whoa, easy Striker. What’s going on?” Calus calmly interjected walking over to the kitchen where Striker had Auric in his highchair.

“He won’t shut up,” Striker growled making the situation worse as Auric turned to Calus with big tear-filled eyes and lifted his mitten covered hands in a gesture to be picked up.

“Okay, relax…have you been up all night? Come here Auric,” Calus asked gently picking Auric out of the highchair.

“Yes! I’ve tried everythin’, he’s not hungry, he’s not thirsty, he’s been changed a lot,” Striker rambled.

“Oh…hmm? Why didn’t you wake me up?” Calus wondered, bouncing Auric gently in his arms as the little one sobbed softly into his chest.

“Ya spent the last two nights wit him…this is as much my responsibility as it is Yer’s…ugh…I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have yelled,” Striker apologized after taking a few moments to collect himself.

“Hey, it’s fine. Now what exactly has been going on?” Calus asked, pulling Striker close to nuzzle him on the temple.

“It’s just like I said, he doesn’t wanna eat or drink and I had ta put the mittens on because he kept clawing at his face,” Striker explained.

“Huh? Is that so…come here little one, open your mouth up for me,” Calus stated gently prying Auric’s mouth open revealing his gums were inflamed with a couple little bumps all the way around.

“What are Ya doin’?” Striker wondered arching a brow in curious confusion to what Calus was doing.

“I think…he might be teething,” Calus explained pulling his fingers free of Auric’s mouth.

“Teethin’…I didn’t think a that,” Striker felt a little twinge of guilt at not having thought about Auric teething.

“Listen, go get a little sleep while I take care of Auric and I have an idea of who to talk to about this,” Calus explained.

“Ya sure?” Striker asked.

“Yes, go get some sleep,” Calus softly chuckled, pecking Striker on the forehead.

Striker conceded eventually to go take a nap while Calus was left alone with the baby however looking after Auric wasn’t all that he did. Upon waking from his nap Striker found Calus sitting in the living area with Chaz of all people who was holding Auric on his lap.

“What’s goin’ on out here?” Striker groggily asked, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Ah, feeling better babe,” Calus asked looking over to his mate.  

“Yeah, good ta see Ya fish,” Striker greeted Chaz as he walked into the living area.

“Lookin’ good Strikes,” Chaz chimed looking Striker from head to toe earning him a small scowl from the pale imp in response to the nickname.

“Anyway, what Ya two talkin’ about?” Striker wondered curiously.

“Chaz has been filling me in on some information regarding shark pups,” Calus briefly explained.

“Oh, guess that makes sense,” Striker acknowledged.

“Yeah, little guy is definitely teething luckily once we sharks start it gets over with in about a week,” Chaz added.

“Any other insight?” Striker asked with a huff as he sat down.

“Lots, Chaz has been a wealth of information,” Calus answered with a chuckle.

“Hey, I’m just telling you what I know from growing up,” Chaz shyly stated.

“Anything helps though, we don’t know anything about raising a shark pup,” Calus stated.

“Basically, we grow fast, learn from those around us and have great survival instincts,” Chaz retorted, bouncing Auric again as the little one cooed happily.

“Great,” Striker smiled warmly at seeing Auric happy however as he got closer Auric suddenly started reaching for Calus, squirming incessantly with a series of distressed little coos. Striker stopped where he was, a frown forming on his features at seeing the little one’s reaction to him.

“Op, okay there you go. I should get back anyways,” Chaz stated having not noticed the interaction that just transgressed between Striker and Auric, handing the little one to Calus.

“Alright, thanks for coming Chaz,” Calus stated as Chaz stood up to head for the front door, Striker offering to let him out if Calus stayed with Auric.

Once Chaz was gone Striker went to the kitchen to get a coffee before returning to the living area where Calus was cradling Auric. Striker sat next to Calus causing Auric to immediately start fussing, whimpering little cries coming from the little shark as he squirmed almost sounding like he’s saying ‘no’ repeatedly.

“Hey, Auric, what’s wrong?” Calus gently inquired trying to rock the little one.

“It’s me,” Striker sighed out, brow furrowing upwards.

“Huh? What do you mean?” Calus wondered arching a curious eyebrow.

“He’s scared of me…probably because I yelled at him,” Striker explained setting his coffee on the coffee table in front of him.

“Then you should hold him,” Calus insisted taking Striker by surprise.

“What!? Calus, no. This is exactly the reason I told Ya I didn’t want ta raise a kid…I’m not…I’m too gruff,” Striker explained, growing solemn in the process.

“Striker…you’re fine, you were just tired. Here, prove to him that you didn’t mean it,” Calus insisted, handing Auric towards Striker despite the little shark’s squirming protests.

Striker gave a defeated sigh taking the little one from Calus to hold him close trying to remain calm, gently rocking the tiny shark. Auric continued to struggle for a few more moments till Striker offered a bottle from the coffee table, finally calming in Striker’s arms seeming to have forgiven him for having yelled earlier causing a smile to settle on the pale imp’s features. Auric went down for a nap a short time later allowing Calus and Striker to have a few moments with one another in the living room while the little one slumbered in his crib in the spare bedroom. Almost an hour later Auric started crying at an extremely loud volume causing Calus to get up in alarm to hurry into the spare bedroom with Striker following close behind only to stop in the doorway for a moment to absorb what they were seeing. Blood stained the crib’s bedding as well as Auric’s face, hands, and front area while he cried loudly in distress which eventually prompted Calus to go to the little one. Calus scooped the little shark up, quickly looking him over to determine where the blood had come from eventually discovering that it was coming from Auric’s mouth and the six-brand new, sharp teeth that sat inside.

“Is he alright?” Striker wondered; concern deeply seated in his tone as he came along side Calus.

“Yeah, six of his teeth just broke through. Hush little one, I know it’s scary but it’s all over now,” Calus cooed to the little one who started to calm down.

“That’s good, why don’t Ya clean him up and I’ll clean the crib up,” Striker offered with a sigh of relief.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Calus agreed already heading out of the room with Auric.

Calus bathed the little shark in the sink of the bathroom down the hallway, wrapped him in a warm blanket then used his abilities to heal Auric’s irritated gums around his new teeth. Returning to the spare bedroom just as Striker finished changing the crib Calus gently laid the sleepy little shark back into his bed, eyes drooping from exhaustion as Calus grabbed several pillows along with an extra blanket earning him a curious eyebrow raise from Striker that didn’t go unnoticed by the Dracony.

“According to Chaz, placing pillows around him will provide comfort because shark pups are used to being in pods that sleep in piles together,” Calus explained, laying a blanket over Auric once the pillows surrounded the little one.

“Humph, go figure,” Striker huffed as the little one fell asleep almost instantly, clearly comforted by the fort of pillows surrounding him.  

“Well crisis averted, shall we go get some sleep before he wakes up again,” Calus suggested with a soft chuckle.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Striker agreed.

The duo turned out the lights in the spare bedroom then headed to their own bedroom for a well-deserved nap.    

[drades-lair]

Milking

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/Original male character

Rating: M

Note: This was inspired by the post by Twiggietime on twitter https://twitter.com/Twiggietime/status/1717403420758274216

"Why are we here?" Striker groused, halting Bombproof along side Calus and Aurora.

"I told you, we're here to do some chores," Calus chuckled, dismounting Aurora.

"I know that I meant why are we doin' farm chores?" Striker corrected, dismounting Bombproof as well.

"Because this is what we were hired to do, you know I do a little of everything," Calus explained, guiding Aurora to a pasture where they were told to put their hell steeds.

"Fine, what are we doin'?" Striker asked with a conceded eyeroll.

"Fence mending, feeding, hell steed brushing, finally we gotta clean up the barn," Calus revealed.

"Guess I'll take the steeds while Ya do the fences then we can feed the animals before cleanin' the barn together," Striker suggested.

Calus agreed allowing them to get started, everything going smoothly as both lost clothing along the way leaving the duo shirtless as they cleaned the barn. Cleaning the one corner Striker's rake hit a small metal bottle he recognized as a milking machine.

"They have hell cows at one point?" Striker inquired with a chuckle as he lightly kicked the bottle like machine.

"Yeah, they had a couple a little while ago," Calus confirmed, turning to look at what Striker was referring to.

Continuing their work, the barn started getting hot in more ways than one as the duo started checking one another out. Once they were mostly finished Calus checked the time on his phone revealing they were a couple hours ahead of schedule. Smirking the Dracony crept up behind Striker, playfully grabbing the imp from behind, securing his arms behind his back. Striker yelped in surprise at first then chuckled while playfully struggling against Calus' grip. Guiding Striker to a bale of hay Calus pressed Striker to his knees then bent him over it, stealing the rope on Striker's belt to secure the imp's hands behind his back. Striker chuckled into a moan as the Dracony's mouth nipped along his shoulder blades to his neck, tongue lathing at the mating mark in his nape. Calus reached a hand underneath Striker to undo the imp's jeans allowing him to pull them down to his mid thighs, massaging gingerly at his firm ass while continuing to mouth down the centre of Striker's back. Striker hummed in approval, back arching up against Calus like a cat while his tail wrapped around the Dracony's waist.

Calus rubbed his hand along Striker's cheeks, slipping between his legs to gingerly squeeze at the imp's hanging balls. Striker's breathing started to pick up, moans flowing freely as Calus worked him up little by little however just as he was feeling that tension in his lower abdomen grow Calus stopped having gotten an idea. Striker turned his head to see what Calus was doing only to become further confused by the Dracony grabbing the milking machine from earlier.

"What Ya think Ya doin'?" Striker inquired with a hint of nervousness in his tone.

"Relax, I've got an idea," Calus smirked placing the machine by Striker's hip. Striker shuddered a little as Calus grabbed the base of his cock then he watched as Calus grabbed the cup on the end of the hose leading to the milking machine.

"Calus? What the fuck...are Ya...yikes!" Striker yelped mid sentence as Calus slid the cup over Striker's cock, impressed it fit over the imp's spines.

"I said relax, I've seen this done before," Calus assured his mate right before turning on the milking machine. Striker gave a yelping groan as the machine started to suck at his cock in an alternating fashion, thighs quivering.

“That feel good, Babe?” Calus asked, rubbing the pads of his fingers over Striker’s entrance as he took a knee beside his trembling mate.

“Oh fuck! Y-Yes…Ugh!” Striker panted out, tail rattling intensely.

“Sshh…breath babe…breath, that’s it…” Calus calmly whispered, rimming Striker’s hole slowly as the imp’s hips started rocking.

Striker bit down on his bottom lip with a series of whimpering moans when his orgasm was wrenched from his body causing him to release a high-pitched whine. Calus switched off the milking machine but had to leave the cup on Striker till the imp’s spines relaxed, releasing his mate’s arms in the meanwhile to allow him to get more comfortable. Once the cup was removed Striker pulled his pants back up only to turn around to see Calus resting on another bale of hay, pants open with his hard cock out. Striker took the hint, crawling over to settle between Calus’ thighs, hands resting on them as he sized the Dracony’s cock up. A moment later Striker wrapped a hand around the base of Calus’ cock giving it a firm stroke upwards, twisting his wrist near the head before smoothing back down his shaft eliciting a throaty, humming moan from the Dracony who leaned back on his hands to allow Striker to just do what he wanted too. Striker licked a strip up the underside of Calus’ cock to the head where he slid his mouth over it, the imp had a sensitive gag reflex which prevented him from giving a full blow job, but he could still give partial ones. Striker massaged Calus’ shaft near the base till his knot popped free allowing him to knead the Dracony’s balls while sucking the head of his cock, drawing out soft moans from his mate who looked down at the imp through hooded eyes.

“Fu-ck…Striker…I’m…close…” Calus warned, breath hitching between words.

Striker pulled off the head of Calus’ cock to start rapidly stroking his shaft while wrapping his tail around the base just above Calus’ knot, rattling steadily causing Calus to groan loudly. Moments later Calus came, spurts of cum splashing up onto his stomach only to ooze down over Striker’s hand as well as his tail, continuing to knead the Dracony’s knot to encourage it to release the rest of Calus’ load over the next few minutes. Once the duo were finished cleaning up they finished their job in the barn, put their shirts, jackets and hats back on, got paid then took off for home where perhaps a milking machine might be on the purchase list in the foreseeable future.     

[drades-lair]

Striker is Stuck

Fandom: helluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/OC

Rating: M

NOTES: This was inspired by the twitter posts located here

https://twitter.com/kkcQ20YK0dB5maK/status/1441023064343470085/photo/1 - Original

https://twitter.com/kkcQ20YK0dB5maK/status/1684968674023677952/photo/1 - second piece

How in all the rings of hell did Striker always manage to get himself into this shit? A rundown house in the middle of Wrath was a good hide out unfortunately it was clear this place was abandoned. Considering how long Striker and Calus took to track down this place he decided to head in to see if he could find any loot. Shoving the wooden door open a bit Striker was literally in the middle of slipping through it when it slammed shut again, luckily there was a hole in the wooden doors side however unluckily it was too small to slide through the rest of the way. Striker squirmed, clawed, and shoved unfortunately he resigned to the fact he was stuck, releasing an irritated huff as he crossed his arms over his chest.

Calus stocked around the building towards the front casually looking for anything of value when he discovered an unusual sight. Taken aback slightly Calus snorted a laugh unintentionally upon seeing Striker's ass sticking from the front door. Calus took a glance around the scene revealing that the door had snapped shut due to a large beam of wood that fell against it.

"You stuck?" Calus chuckled causing Striker to stiffen, his tail going ridged at the voice.

"Piece of shit slammed closed on me and now I can't get free," Striker groused from the other side of the door.

"I can see that..." Calus trailed off admiring Striker's ass.

"Shut up, just get me out of here," Striker growled starting to squirm again.

"In a minute," Calus smirked, walking up behind his mate, gingerly taking both his round globes in hand.

"Yikes! Calus! Are Ya serious right now?" Striker exclaimed in an irritated tone.

"You really think I'm going to pass this up?" Calus smugly asked, kneading Striker's ass cheeks.

"Ugh! S-shit! Calu-Ah!" Striker shrieked as Calus reached his hand between Striker's legs to grope him through his jeans. Between how tight his jeans had become from his fussing to get free and Calus' hand groping him, Striker could feel himself getting hard, tail moving to coil around the Dracony's forearm.

"Ha-ha, that feel good?" Calus chuckled, cupping Striker's balls in his hand, lightly squeezing and releasing.

"Ugh! Fuck! Yes..."Striker confirmed breathily although Calus didn't need the confirmation as Striker's spreading legs and increasing bulge was enough.

Calus slid his hand up to undo Striker's fly followed by popping the button allowing him to pull Striker's pants down to his thighs causing Calus to huff a laugh again at how the imp closed his legs upon feeling the air hit his bits. Calus slid his hand back between Striker's legs, caressing his hand along the imp's balls up along the underside of his cock eliciting a loud groan from Striker as Calus gently rubbed his other hand along his tail base causing him to struggle again only to yelp in surprise as Calus pressed a single finger against the imp’s entrance. Calus reached into the back of his jeans pocket to retrieve the lube packet he had there, taring it open with his teeth to apply it to Striker’s entrance allowing the Dracony to slide his finger in easily, quickly finding Striker’s prostate causing the imp to release a whinny moan as his tail tightened around Calus’ forearm. Calus gingerly massaged the sensitive area inside Striker, thrusting his fingers at a stable rhythm while wrapping his hand around the imp’s cock making sure to place Striker’s spines between his fingers to allow him to stroke. Precum drooled from Striker’s cock as his thighs started to quiver, Calus shifted his hand that had been stroking Striker’s cock to hold the imp’s torso to support him considering his legs were starting to give way.

“You gonna cum?” Calus purred still relentlessly massaging Striker’s prostate.

“Y-Yes…ugh! I’m close,” Striker groaned, hips thrusting backwards into Calus’ movements.

“Good…just relax…” Calus encouraged, rubbing the thumb of his hand holding Striker’s torso in circles while picking up the pace of his thrusting fingers.

Striker released a high-pitched moan moments later as he released onto the ground between his legs, but instead of stopping Calus continued to thrust his fingers. Striker squirmed making further open-mouthed moans that had turned incredibly whinny before Cumming a second time, moans turning into a deep guttural groan as he spilled one final massive load onto the ground. Striker’s body went limp while Calus pulled his fingers free making the imp whimper a little at the loss, yet he hummed as Calus kissed along his spine, moving the clothing still on his torso up to do so.

“Good job now let’s get you loose,” Calus whispered with a smile on his face that Striker could feel against his skin.

Gently Calus let Striker stand on his own then moved to heave the massive beam that was currently holding the door shut. Once the beam was gone it was easy for Striker to get free, his legs still quivering luckily Calus came behind him to help support the imp. Calus helped clean Striker up a bit before yanking the imp’s jeans back up allowing them to finally leave the area.     

[drades-lair]

Father Pt3

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Pairings: Striker / Original male character, Blitzo/Stolas

Rating: T

Striker woke up to the warmth of sun beams on his skin filtering through the tall, rounded glass windows. Groaning irritably, he ran a hand over his face then sat up only now realizing that Calus was missing. Frowning slightly Striker slid out of bed to head to the bathroom for a quick shower before dressing to join everybody downstairs. Striker smiled slightly upon seeing Calus sitting downstairs in the banquet in the kitchen holding a mug of coffee while Stolas was standing at the counter preparing a kettle. Blitz sat across from Calus also sipping a mug of coffee as he watched Stolas like a hawk and a glance outside revealed Hexas sitting under the large tree in the garden, cigarette in one hand while the other was holding a mug of coffee. Striker let out a huffed breath then went to get a mug of coffee for himself, Calus watched over the lip of his mug as Striker pensively poured himself a coffee, he could tell his mate was lost in his thoughts. A look spread across Striker's face of determination as he headed for the double French glass doors. Calus smiled behind his mug as Striker headed over to Hexas clearly ready to talk things over with the older imp.

"So how longs it been since Striker saw his father last?" Stolas wondered curiously, walking over to join Blitz and Calus at the table with the banquet.

"I'm not sure, he was 16 when everything happened, so...30 odd years," Calus guessed.

"Wow, in all that time they never ran into one another till now?" Blitz interjected curiously raising an eyebrow.

"Nope," Calus confirmed simply, placing his mug down on the table.

"Striker had a good relationship with his father, right?" Stolas inquired.

"As far as I know," Calus once again confirmed.

"Then why the weird tension?" Blitz asked in turn, gesturing absently with his free hand.

"I think Strikers just uncertain what to say or do. Having been separated for so long... I mean Striker thought his father was dead." Calus explained with a soft smile.

Striker managed to start a conversation with Hexas eventually explaining everything about his life from the time he disappeared. Hexas felt a slew of emotions over the course of Striker's story, anger, sorrow, anguish, pride, relief, even happiness especially when he watched a genuine smile cross Striker’s face when he described his relationship with Calus. Hexas explained his own story although it was much shorter mostly consisting of him wondering hells rings, by the end of it all noon had rolled around leading to Stolas calling them for lunch. Wondering back inside Striker was greeted by Calus who smiled at him.

"Everything okay?" Calus gently asked as Striker walked over to him.

"Yeah, everythin' is fine," Striker confirmed.

"Alright, lets go have lunch," Calus encouraged with a soft chuckle.

Hexas followed behind the rest watching as Striker coiled his tail around Calus' eliciting a smile from the older imp. After eating Hexas was sitting for a few moments reading a paper that had been nearby when his wrists started to ache again, Calus had healed them but there was still some damage. Ignoring the pain was simple however the sudden head rush was harder to ignore, shaking his head slightly Hexas tried to figure out why he was feeling so off suddenly. Hexas stood from table with one hand on its surface while the other moved to his throbbing head.

"Hmm? Dad?" Striker asked furrowing his brow.

"Hexas?" Calus asked in turn already pushing up from his chair.

"I'm fine...I'm just gonna go lay down for a bit," Hexas stated trying desperately to hide his discomfort only to stumble when he attempted to take a step, grabbing the table to stay upright.

"Whoa! Easy," Calus exclaimed managing to come up behind Hexas just in time, wrapping his hands around the older imp's upper arms to help hold him up.

"Dad!? What's goin' on?" Striker questioned; concern clearly laced in his tone as he came along side his father.

"Ugh...I don't know..." Hexas groaned out as he clamped a hand to his head, eyes closed to block out some of the pain.

"Alright, try to relax. The sitting room is just over there, let's take and get you settled on the couch," Calus suggested gesturing to a doorway off the dinning area.

Hexas allowed Calus to assist him in getting to the sitting room where he sat on the couch, head still throbbing as his heart seemed to race.

"Ok, what are you feeling? Tell me your symptoms," Calus insisted.

"My head is throbbin', my heart feels like its gonna burst outta my chest, my wrists are achin’, and I feel like I'm on fire, that about cover it?" Hexas growled slightly.

"Let me see your wrists," Calus instructed, holding out his hands. Hexas presented one of his bandaged wrists which Calus unwrapped revealing the small amount of damage he'd left had spread and reopened. Calus could smell something odd coming from the injuries, something sweet yet with a tail end of sour to it.

"Do you have any other wounds?" Calus asked, tone taking on a hurried quality to it.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I have a cut on my side...but its nothin'" Hexas revealed.

"Show me!" Calus demanded.

Hexas cocked a confused eyebrow for a moment but pulled up his shirt regardless, revealing a nasty cut on his right side. The cut was crudely bandaged yet Calus could already see the irritated red flesh poking from around the bandage. Gently Calus removed the makeshift bandage revealing the full cut, it was deep red in color with the same smell coming from it as Hexas's wrists and it was weeping with infection.

"When did Ya get that?" Striker insisted.

"A couple weeks back...after bein' thrown in that dungeon," Hexas answered with a grunt as he winced in pain.

"Why didn't Ya tell us yesterday?" Striker demanded out of concerned frustration.

"I didn't think it was...this bad," Hexas retorted.

"It's infected but I think you've been poisoned as well," Calus revealed.

"Poisoned? Then why now? Why am I only feelin' the effects now," Hexas wondered in disbelief.

"Probably because you were stationary in the dungeon, calm, but when we freed you and started moving you around it caused the poison to work around your blood stream," Calus answered simply, still having a closer look at the cut on Hexas's side.

"What do we do?" Striker wondered.

"I'll talk to Stolas about getting an antidote and I'll ask the servants to get me somethings from the infirmary. In the meantime, we'll take you to your room and get you settled," Calus stated already standing up.

Calus helped Hexas stand next then assisted him to the guest room where he let Striker get him settled while Calus spoke with Stolas and the servants. Once Calus returned Striker was standing beside Hexas, gingerly patting a cool cloth around his face. Calus gently started assessing Hexas's wounds both on his wrists as well as the cut to his side, grabbing another cloth from the washroom to start cleaning the injuries. Eventually the servants brought everything Calus had requested allowing him to start treatment, Hexas grunted in agony as Calus thoroughly cleaned the wounds with antiseptic then stitched them before bandaging. Till an antidote could be used for the poison Calus didn't want to heal the wounds with his magic as it might trap it inside.

"Feathers gonna be able ta make an antidote?" Striker wondered, a thick layer of concern underlying his tone.

"He should be able too, I gave him a blood sample from Hexas," Calus confirmed.

"Humph...just my luck...ta get poisoned..." Hexas huffed a laugh through pained winces.

"Try to remain still and calm, I've done all I can for the moment but hopefully Stolas will have an antidote soon," Calus explained.

"Don't worry...about me...I'll be fine," Hexas huffed another laugh despite wincing from the pain.

"Shut the fuck up already, you've been poisoned! Can Ya at least take it seriously?" Striker implored showing more emotion than he intended in the moment.

"Striker, believe it or not this ain't the first time I've been poisoned," Hexas flatly informed his son.

"That's not comforting," Striker retorted pulling back on his emotions.

Hexas pushed himself into a sitting position, draping one arm over his thigh while crooking the other leg and draping his other arm over his knee. Striker took the cloth he'd been using back to the washroom to refresh it while Hexas brought a hand up to rub over his face with a groan.

"He always like that?" Hexas wondered absently to Calus who had watched Striker leave.

"For the most part...although I will tell you that he's not normally that concerned about someone," Calus stated.

"Hmm, I appreciate it...but I don't deserve it," Hexas mumbled under his breath.

"Personally, I think you don't give yourself enough credit," Calus offered.

Striker returned with the cloth having cooled it down again. Hexas watched as Striker placed the cloth on the back of his neck, appreciating the coolness against his heated skin before giving a small nod to Striker. True to his word Hexas was able to maintain himself till Stolas came to the room with a vial in one hand and a syringe in the other.

"That the antidote?" Calus asked.

"Yes, fortunately the poison is a mild one," Stolas retorted moving along side the bed next to Hexas.

"What Ya need from me?" Hexas asked.

"Just lay down then I'll inject the antidote you may feel a slight burning pain and the symptoms may get worse for a short time," Stolas warned filling the syringe with the contents of the vial.

Hexas nodded his understanding as he laid down in a comfortable position. Stolas set the empty vial on the bedside table then gently pushed Hexas's head to the side before injecting the substance into his neck. Hexas winced slightly, catching sight of Striker watching from behind Stolas with a worried expression on his face. Calus moved to Striker's side, a hand coming to lightly rest on the small of the pale imp's back as he leaned down to nuzzle briefly at his mate's temple.

"You should rest, we can come check on you in a little while," Stolas suggested.

"Alright, that's a good idea. Come on Striker," Calus agreed, guiding Striker gingerly towards the door.

Striker did follow Calus out of the room however it was reluctant as he looked back one last time at Hexas with a worried frown on his features. Back in their guest room Striker immediately headed out to the patio, planting both hands on the stone railing with a small snarl of frustration while Calus watched from inside the room, releasing an exasperated sigh. Striker stared off into the horizon as memories moved to the forefront of his mind that he’d not thought of for years.

Memory…

Hexas stared down at a very small, much younger Striker who was flushed in the face laying in a metal frame bed under a large quilt. Striker’s white hair was sticking around his paler than normal face as he panted softly with little whimpering moans, a damp cloth on his forehead as Hexas frowned deeply before leaving the room. Shouting could be heard from the room over between Hexas and Striker’s mother.

“He needs a doctor!” Hexas barked.

“Then fucking take him too one, I’m too busy!” Striker’s mother barked back angrily.

“I…I don’t have enough money, please Vanity…I’ll pay you back with interest,” Hexas begged, tone softening in his desperation.

“Ugh! Seriously!? I didn’t even want that little brat! Now you expect me to give up my hard-earned money just because he’s got a little cold?” Vanity groused in a whinny tone.

“Yes! Yer his mother for fuck’s sake!” Hexas retorted getting irritable again.

“And you’re his father, seriously Hexas…I should have never married you! You’re useless!” Vanity retorted angrily.

“Are Ya serious? I’ve done everythin’ for Ya! I pay the bills, pay for Striker’s schoolin’, his cloths, anythin’ he needs, I also pay for yer ticket to lust and back every damn day! What do you spend yer money on?” Hexas demanded.

“Important things, like my nails, my hair, my…body,” Vanity responded cupping her breasts with a smirk and a slight chuckle.

“More important than me or yer son?” Hexas retorted with a scowl.

“Like I said, I never wanted the little brat, but whatever if it’ll make you happy here. A hundred dollars however you better pay me back 200 when your good crop gets sold,” Vanity scoffed handing over a hundred-dollar bill to Hexas who reluctantly took it. 

“Fine,” Hexas agreed clearly feeling disgust as he accepted the money.

Vanity left moments later and Hexas hurried to Striker, scooping him up as his expression turned to a concerned sorrowful one.

Present day…

Striker didn’t remember much about that incident only bits however his father had told him when he was a little older about what happened. Suddenly a hand gently placed itself on his shoulder drawing the pale imp’s attention back to reality, to Calus who softly smiled down at him.

“You, okay?” Calus inquired gently.

“Uh…yeah…just, memories,” Striker retorted returning his gaze to the horizon.

“Of?” Calus prompted, draping his arms over the stone railing as he stood next to Striker.

“Of the day my father decided to end it with my good for nothin’ whore of a mother,” Striker answered.

“Ah, I see.” Calus retorted, already knowing how Striker felt about his mother.

“I was sick according to my dad; he couldn’t afford to take me to the doctor because his crop wasn’t good at that time and Satan forbid my mother ever had to share her money. My father begged her to give him some money to get me help, she eventually agreed but made him promise to pay her back for it…pay her back for helping her own son…my father agreed, took me to the critical care facility a town over where they said if he’d not brought me when he did…I’d only lasted a few more days,” Striker began to explain.

“Your mother is where you get your incubus side from right?” Calus inquired curiously.

“Yeah, she’s a succubus who worked in lust. Once I was better my father saved enough money to pay her back then he ended it with her,” Striker finished explaining.

“He’ll make it,” Calus offered quietly, leaning in to nuzzle Striker’s temple which the imp leaned into with his eyes closing as he accepted the comfort from his mate.

The next day…

Calus joined Striker to visit Hexas who they were relieved to see was clearly feeling better as he was sitting up enjoying a coffee in the guest bedroom bed. Calus hung back by the door while Striker moved to Hexas’ side, the older imp placing his mug on the bedside table in preparation to greet Striker. Striker’s lack of sleep coupled with a night of anxiety apparently won over in this moment prompting the younger imp to wrap his arms around Hexas in a warm embrace taking Hexas off guard for a moment before he returned the gesture with a warm smile on his features. Calus approached once Striker pulled back, checking the older imp’s wounds before suggesting he heal them fully now that the poison was gone which Hexas agreed.

Over the next few days Hexas got back to his normal self unfortunately that lead to the inevitability of him needing to move on. Hexas hugged Striker goodbye however before he left Striker and Calus insisted on trading numbers with the older imp that way, they could stay in touch a lot easier or if he needed anything he could contact them. After agreeing Hexas implored Calus to watch over his son and treat him well then he left, luckily the duo were positive this wasn’t the last time they’d see him.   

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Calus and Striker having some night antics.

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[drades-lair]

A Royal Night

Fandom: HelluvaBoss

Pairing: Striker/OC, Stella/OC

Rating: M

"Calus, what are these messages?" Striker inquired holding up the Dracony's phone that he'd lent the imp.

"Hmm?" Calus hummed, furrowing his brow as he looked up from the book he'd been reading. On the screen was a series of messages with none other then Stella's name on top.

"I didn't know Ya did business with the harpy as well," Striker continued with a smirk.

"Shit, I forgot about that," Calus groused, rubbing a hand over his face in exasperation.

"She ask Ya ta kill Stolas too?" Striker chuckled, putting his mate's phone to sleep then handing it back.

"No, that was before she got into the whole 'I want my husband dead' thing," Calus briefly explained taking his phone back.

"Really? Then why did she contact Ya?" Striker persisted, arching a brow in confused curiosity.

"You sure you wanna know?" Calus checked, arching a brow back.

"Now I'm not so sure," Striker shot back, smirk dropping slightly.

"Guess cats outta the bag anyways...I had sex with her," Calus bluntly stated instantly earning him a surprised, shocked look from Striker. The pale imp's brows flew up at this admittance, a small twist forming in his gut from the instant jealousy that settled there.

"Ya fucked her. Why?" Striker continued to ask trying to remain calm.

"Yes, you see..." Calus sighed out in preparation to tell the story.

...several years previous...

Calus strode into the Goetia Autumn palace, it had only two floors with 20 rooms total which made it a lot smaller than the main palace in Imp City. Duffle slung over his shoulder the Dracony made his way to the master bedroom where he'd been told to meet with his latest client. Most would find it unusual to meet a client in the bedroom but in a palace like this sometimes the elite had their office in the master or their personal papers. Upon reaching the ornate double doors of the master Calus knocked using the backs of his knuckles resulting in a female voice permitting him entry from the other side. Letting himself in Calus was greeted by the form of Stella Goetia whom he'd seen many images of over the years since she'd married the Goetia prince, Stolas. Stella stood by the balcony doors clad in a red robe that draped along her figure to about mid thigh.

"Stella Goetia?" Calus asked.

"Yes, you must be the Dracony," Stella smoothly answered, turning around to walk closer to Calus.

"I am, what is it I can do for you?" Calus inquired, casually tipping his hat in greeting.

"I won't beat around the bush, I want you to have sex with me," Stella bluntly stated catching Calus off guard.

"Pardon? I'm not a prostitute, ma'am," Calus retorted, furrowing his brow deeply.

"I'm aware, your advertisement says that you'll do anything though," Stella shot back.

"Within reason, I'm a handy man." Calus clarified.

"I don't see why that makes a difference," Stella irritably stated, coming to stand a couple feet from Calus.

"Ma'am, I suggest you hire a Lust incubus if that's what you need," Calus persisted, turning slightly in preparation to leave when Stella grabbed his sleeve of the duster he was wearing, a little haste evident in her action.

"Wait! Look...the truth is...I just want some decent sex. I... have standards that won't allow me to hire an incubus from Lust not to mention the fact I’m a royal Goetia who must protect the family name. Since I got married, I haven't had...good sex...please, you're a Dracony, a royal..." Stella trailed off upon realizing she was rambling, one hand coming up to rub at her upper arm on the opposite side in an awkward gesture.

"Sounds like you need to talk to prince Stolas about that," Calus insisted, this wasn’t the first time the Dracony had been asked to sleep with a client nor would it probably be the last however he tried to keep business and pleasure separate in order to avoid unpleasant situations.

"I already have...I don't want to go into detail...please, please, I just want to experience one night," Stella continued to plead in a desperate tone.

Calus inhaled deeply before releasing a sigh of defeat, royals slept around all the time, so he wasn't concerned with that, and Stella seemed desperate which was an oddity from what little Calus knew about the Goetia princess. Walking off to the side Calus removed his hat while tossing his duffle on the ground next to a high back chair, placing his hat on said chair before removing his duster to place on the chair next. Stella locked the bedroom doors then turned to Calus just as the Dracony was pulling off the black T-shirt he wore, if they were going to do this he might as well commit fully. The female Goetia inhaled sharply through her nose as her eyes looked Calus from head to toe, subtly pressing her thighs together as a tingling sensation reverberated between her legs in a way she'd not felt in a long time if not ever.

"Very well, what do you want of me?" Calus gently inquired walking right up to Stella.

"I want...my first night back...I want to experience what I never got to," Stella explained in a quiet almost mournful tone.

"Are you alright with me leading?" Calus inquired, reaching a hand up to tap the knuckle of his index finger under Stella's chin.

"Yes," Stella permitted in a breathy tone, inches from Calus' face.

"Very well," Calus confirmed, leaning in to press a gentle yet firm kiss to Stella's lips.

Calus slid his hand from Stella's chin into her hair feathers while his other hand moved around the Goetia's waist promptly pulling her against his body. Stella's hands moved to caress lightly along the expanse of muscle that was the Dracony's exposed torso. Calus deepened the kiss by sliding his tongue into Stella's mouth causing her to release a breathy moan into it as Calus slid his hand from her waist to her covered ass, kneading gingerly at it causing her to start rocking her hips against Calus'. Calus pulled the robe up that Stella was wearing revealing she was commando underneath, sliding to fingers downwards he pressed them into her already wet cunt from behind. Stella shuddered as she grabbed Calus' waist and pulled back with a breathy moan from the kiss.

"You must be pent up to be so wet from just seeing me shirtless and a little kissing," Calus coyly stated with a small smirk. Stella bit down on her lower lip as she squeezed her eyes shut, Calus' fingers shallowly thrusting at a slow pace.

Using this opportunity Calus slid his other hand from Stella's feathers to the belt of the robe, easily undoing it causing the robe to fall open. Calus pulled his fingers free to allow them to part slightly causing the robe to fall from around Stella's body, sliding down her arms from where it had sat on her shoulders till it pooled in the crooks of her elbows. Gingerly Calus maneuvered Stella around so her back was to the bed, pressing her back till her legs lightly bumped the mattress edge. Arching a brow Calus smirked as he glanced down at Stella's perky, firm breasts with their pink nipples and areola. Stella flushed, averting her gaze as she crossed her arms over her exposed chest in a shy manner that was more indicative of a virgin then a married woman with a two-year-old child.

"Relax...," Calus breathed, caressing his hands along her sides as he gently pressed her back as a prompt for the female Goetia to get on the bed.

Catching the hint Stella did so, crawling into the middle of the bed where she laid on her back still trying to somewhat cover herself by crossing her legs. Calus followed Stella up the bed where he settled on the right of her legs, gingerly caressing along her calves to her thighs with feather light touches. Leaning up Calus mouthed along Stella's abdomen up to between her breasts. Gently the Dracony brushed Stella’s hands away allowing him to cup her one breast while balancing with his free hand, kneading gingerly in a slow circular motion while occasionally taking her hardening nipple between his fingers. Once soft moans started escaping the Goetia, Calus leaned his head down to flick his tongue against Stella's other nipple before pulling it into his mouth. Stella started squirming a little as Calus sucked liberally on her one breast, other hand massaging gingerly at the opposite.

"Ready to show me more?" Calus inquired, pulling off Stella's breast.

"O-okay..." Stella agreed through panting breaths, face flushed bright pink with her hands tangled in the bedding.

Calus pulled back to rest on his heels, gingerly pushing Stella's legs till she began to part them. Stella once more averted her gaze at being completely on display for Calus now eliciting a soft chuckle from the Dracony. Once settled between the princess’ Calus made soothing little sounds as he placed his hands on her hips, caressing lightly up then back down, following the lines of her pelvis. Stella trembled slightly in anticipation when Calus caressed a cupped hand over her vagina, rubbing a few times before allowing his middle finger to dip barely between her wet folds. Calus continued his pattern till he allowed his ring finger to join his middle finger and applied the slightest amount of pressure. Stella released an irritated moan causing him to chuckle again in amusement, leaning over her a little to get a better angle at which point he slid his fingers to her vaginal opening and pressed inside gently earning him a groan this time from the Goetia princess.

Using the knowledge from having various partners Calus quickly located Stella’s G-spot, setting up a steady pace, rubbing his fingertips against that one spot with each thrust. Stella started open mouth moaning almost sounding a little confused in her euphoric state, but once her head started falling backwards with ragged breaths Calus used his other hands thumb to start circling her clit. Clutching at the bedding Stella exclaimed loudly as she lost control, orgasm wrenching through her body as she shook. Calus continued stimulating Stella making her squirm till a second wave crashed over her except this time Calus pulled his fingers free just as she orgasmed causing her fluids to spill free. Stella fell limply to the mattress, sweating while trying to catch her breath, still trembling when Calus leaned over her. True to fashion the Dracony was lightly caressing his hands over Stella's body in various spots, making soothing noises as she came down a little.

"Are you alright to continue?" Calus asked in a husky low tone after giving Stella a little time to relax.

"Y-Yes..." Stella confirmed through panting breaths.

"Okay," Calus simply agreed.

Sitting back on his heels again Calus undid his jeans, pulling the stiff material down just past his hips. Stella watched in excited anticipation as her eyes stared directly at the Dracony's bulging boxer briefs, eyes growing wider as he pulled free the impressive length from inside. Calus reached into his back pocket for the condom he kept there, undoing it's packaging with his teeth. Smoothly Calus applied the condom over his length then moved forwards to lean once more over Stella, positioning the head of his cock to stella's opening.

"Take a breath," Calus encouraged.

Stella inhaled only to release it with a whimpering moan as Calus pressed inside her. Like everything he'd done thus far Calus remained gentle, pressing inch by inch into the Goetia to allow her to adjust along the way to his girth. Once settled Calus hoisted Stella's legs up under her thighs, setting up a steady pace. Confusion briefly crossed Stella’s face as she felt something bulbous and firm hitting her folds with every thrust, glancing down she could see Calus had a knot at the base of his cock. Thoughts of that knot going inside her caused her to moan loudly, clenching slightly around Calus in anticipation eliciting a grunting groan from Calus.

"Do you...wanna...ugh! Take my knot?" Calus asked, having assumed that was why Stella had suddenly moaned.

"Yes, oh fuck yes! Please knot me!" Stella begged completely letting go of her regal prestige.

Calus nodded in understanding then pressed Stella's legs further up and apart allowing him to lean over her. Stella cried out as Calus thrust deeply into her sopping wet cunt, applying further pressure each time he pressed in till there was a wet pop and Stella shrieked as she orgasmed around the thick knot now settled in her. Calus groaned gutturally as he too fell over the edge, spilling into the condom inside Stella.

After regaining his composure Calus gently eased Stella's legs down making certain to be mindful of his knot still seated inside the Goetia. Waiting for his knot to recede Calus massaged Stella's thighs and hips to help her relax as she panted through the orgasmic high still running through her body. A short time later Calus pulled himself free with another wet pop and a small whimpering moan from Stella. Getting off the bed the Dracony tossed the condom away on the way to the bathroom where he returned with a washcloth that he used to clean Stella up with then returned to the bathroom to clean himself up. Stella basked in the after glow of what was possibly the best night of her life while Calus got dressed.

“I’m gonna take it we’re done here?” Calus chuckled softly, slinging his duffle back over his shoulder.

“Yes, payment is ready for you on the way out,” Stella confirmed from where she lay on her side on the bed, lightly covered by a sheet and a massive grin on her features.

“Fair well, madam,” Calus stated tipping his hat to Stella before exiting the bedroom.

…current day…

“That was it, I collected my money then left. Keep in mind this was before I knew anything about Stella or Stolas,” Calus finished explaining, leaning against the kitchen counter as he sipped his coffee.

“Humph, shit. Guess I can’t hold it against Ya, she does have looks,” Striker admitted, from where he was sitting on the kitchen island also sipping a coffee.

“Like I said this was before I knew anything about either of them,” Calus reiterated.

“Can’t deny I’m a little jealous hearin’ about Yer past exploits especially with that screechin’ harpy,” Striker continued to admit.

“Hmm, really? Didn’t think it was that easy to get you jealous,” Calus smirked coyly, pushing off the counter to walk across the kitchen to the island to stand in front of Striker.

“It isn’t, but I’m also no royal,” Striker briefly explained.

“Perhaps not, neither am I though.” Calus lightly chuckled, bringing a hand up to tap his index finger’s knuckle underneath Striker’s chin, rubbing his thumb gently along the imp’s bottom lip. Moments later Calus leaned forwards to capture Striker’s mouth in a passionate kiss which the imp returned. Setting down their coffee mugs Calus scooped Striker off the island to carry his mate towards the bedroom.