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drades-lair · 2 years

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Love can be torture

Fandom: helluva boss

Pairing: Blitzo/Striker, Moxxie/Millie

Rating: T for gore

Millie startled slightly at the loud thud followed by the crashing of trash cans that came from outside their place, looking from Moxxie to the front door. Cautiously the duo moved to the front door with weapons at the ready just in case, Moxxie slowly opened the front door and they exited onto the front steps quickly looking around. Off to the right both saw that several trash cans had been knocked over spilling the contents onto the sidewalk, looking closer there appeared to be a body amongst them…one that had very familiar characteristics. Once again moving cautiously they moved closer quickly confirming that the body was indeed who they thought originally.

“Isn’t that Striker?” Millie asked, kicking some of the trash out of the way.

“I’m pretty sure…he’s not in good shape. We should call Blitz,” Moxxie stated as he knelt beside Striker’s unconscious form. Striker was laying on his side with torn clothing or missing in some cases, blood staining what seemed to be every inch of his body making it difficult for Moxxie to see the full extent of Striker’s injuries. The pale imp was barely breathing which led Moxxie to check for a pulse to make sure he was still alive especially seeing as he was far paler then normal, fortunately there was a faint pulse.

“Right, get him inside then we’ll contact Blitz,” Millie agreed moving to help Moxxie with picking Striker up, a task made difficult due to their height differences, but the two smaller imps managed. Millie grabbed Striker under his arms while Moxxie stood between his legs and lifted Striker up under his knees, leaving a trail of black blood in their wake.

Hauling Striker inside the two small imps placed his unconscious form on their kitchen table with the thought it’d be easier to treat him there. Millie set about contacting Blitz while Moxxie grabbed some supplies from the bathroom in the hopes he could do something to help Striker uncertain if he could save the taller imp at this point. Millie wasn’t surprised by the reaction Blitz responded with on the other end of the phone especially considering how close Blitz had grown to Striker, Millie could only pray once the phone was hung up for anyone on the roads tonight knowing full well Blitz was going to recklessly head to their place in haste. Upon returning Moxxie passed a damp cloth to Millie asking her to assist him in cleaning up some of the blood so he could get a better look at Striker’s injuries, placing the medical supplies he’d gathered on the nearby kitchen counter. Removing what was left of Striker’s black turtleneck shirt along with cleaning away some of the dried blood swiftly revealed Striker had been tortured possibly within an inch of his life and tossed from a vehicle.

Angry bruises covered the imp’s body, several of his ribs were broken along with his wrist on the left side, cuts littered his body ranging from shallow to deep including one on his left temple from a hit of some sort, several of his spines had been yanked from his tail base and his tail itself was missing chunks. All this was bad however Moxxie’s biggest concern was the large gash to Striker’s throat currently spilling blood like a garden hose. Pressing a towel to the wound to quell some of the bleeding allowed Moxxie to see the cut was shallow luckily whomever had done this wasn’t a professional and had misjudged how much pressure you needed to fully slit someone’s throat. Millie assisted Moxxie by handing him materials as needed to stitch the large cut to Striker’s throat and to his temple, just as Moxxie was finishing bandaging both Blitz’s panicked voice started shouting from the other side of the couple’s front door along with frantic banging on it. Millie rolled her eyes as she went to open the door for her boss while Moxxie continued his efforts to save Striker’s life, discovering further injuries like a dislocated left hip, broken Tibia, and fractured clavicle all on the left side more then likely from hitting the ground after being tossed from a vehicle.

Millie opened the front door expecting to be barreled over by Blitz only to be surprised, eyebrows instantly furrowing upwards and her lips forming into a little pouting frown of sympathy. Blitz was looked a mess, wearing only his crimson button down that was untucked from his jeans, bags under his eyes which were glassy, moments away from spilling tears down his cheeks. Blitz bit his lower lip, averting his gaze from Millie clearly trying to keep himself together.

“Where is he?” Blitz finally asked after a long moment of silence

“We have him on the kitchen table, he’s not in good shape B,” Millie quickly explained

“Damn it! I knew I should have gone to find him sooner!” Blitz exclaimed, fisting his hands in front of himself.

“Blitz…?” Millie trailed off reaching a gentle hand towards the distressed imp

“He went off grid about 3 to 4 weeks ago…I should have gone looking for him!” Blitz exclaimed again bringing both hands up to his face.

“Come on Hun, let’s getchya inside…just be prepared to see him,” Millie suggested, gently taking Blitz by the arm to guide him inside. Blitz told himself that he was ready to see Striker…he wasn’t.

“Oh fuck! Striker!?” Blitz exclaimed the moment he laid eyes on the pale imp’s seemingly lifeless form on the kitchen table, blood staining the floor where it had dripped from the table. Blitz moved to Striker’s face gently cupping it in one hand while the other shakily started carding through his hair that was sweat soaked with dirt streaked through it, biting hard on his bottom lip tears finally flowed freely from Blitz’s eyes. Moxxie felt for Blitz unfortunately for the moment he needed to focus on his task at hand namely stopping the bleeding from all the cuts littered around Striker’s body, stitching some while others he simply applied enough pressure till, they clotted. Moxxie became more concerned though as he began to set bones and relocate the dislocated joints with little to no reaction from Striker where there should have been one.

Blitz didn’t say much while Moxxie worked simply continuing to lightly caress Striker’s face as if he were seeking the slightest indicators that Striker was still with him. Once Moxxie declared his part finished the two small imps suggested Blitz help them move Striker into the guest bedroom which he agreed, gently picking Striker off the kitchen table bridal style. Settling Striker on the guest bed in nothing except his boxers now Blitz covered the pale imp with the blankets just as Millie brought in a wet washcloth, handing it to Blitz to cool off Striker’s heated flesh. Gingerly Blitz pressed the cloth along Striker’s face when Moxxie entered the room carrying a syringe with a bottle that had the label saying ‘Morphine’ on it, administering a fair dose to Striker before leaving. Blitz finished tending to Striker then crawled onto the bed on the opposite side to watch over the pale imp, they’d gotten close perhaps closer than Blitz would ever admit and to see Striker in such a state wasn’t just unusual, but also frightening. Anger quickly boiled in Blitz’s veins towards whomever had done this to Striker, swearing he’d find them then put as many holes in the bastards as he could.

Two days went by with little change in Striker’s condition, Moxxie tended Striker’s wounds making sure they were healing normally. Blitz’s anxiety continued to rise the longer Striker was unconscious which is why on the third day when Striker gave an audible groan Blitz nearly leapt out of his skin with excitement. Striker’s eyes opened halfway with another moan followed swiftly by a pained grunt despite having only moved a few inches to get a better look at Blitz who was looming over him prompting the crimson imp to instantly place a gentle hand on the other imp’s shoulder.

“Ugh…Blitz…?” Striker asked, voice raspy as he was sent into a coughing fit.

“Hey, try to take it easy. Here,” Blitz slid one arm behind Striker’s shoulders to gently ease him into a slight sitting position then grabbed a glass of water from the bedside table with his other hand, offering it to Striker. The pale imp accepted the offered water letting Blitz feed it to him before leaning against the crimson imp’s shoulder, taking deep breaths through gritted teeth as he tried to push down the agonizing pain coursing through him. Blitz didn’t move till Striker did easing him back into a laying position, seeing Striker so weak was a foreign concept to Blitz.

“S-sorry…I worried Ya…” Striker winced out

“What? No, you don’t have anything to be fucking sorry for! I’m just glad you’re awake,” Blitz stated

Striker shot a small smile to Blitz, but his façade was not there, he looked exhausted with pain laced in between. Moxxie came in a couple hours after Striker awoke to look after his wounds as well as give another dose of Morphine in hopes to keep the worst of the pain at bay, Striker got his first look at the extent of the damage done to his body. A small snarl was the first ‘normal’ thing Striker did since Blitz had seen him 3 days earlier making him smile a bit because it meant there was hope for Striker to recover.

For about a week Blitz had to do just about everything for Striker as the pale imp didn’t have the strength to do much for himself, fortunately Millie and Moxxie were great in letting them remain. On Day seven Blitz was bringing lunch into Striker as he normally had only to find he wasn’t in bed much to the crimson imp’s confusion until he heard the bathroom door open drawing his attention in that direction. Steam bellowed out of the bathroom as Striker stood in the doorway shirtless, wearing a pair of loose fitting jogging pants while using the doorframe for support, drying his hair with a towel using his free hand. Moving from the doorway Striker limped slightly however other then that he seemed pretty much back to normal if it weren’t for the wounds still healing on his body that is. Blitz set the food down on the bed to go get the kit Moxxie had been using while Striker sat down on the edge of the bed to finish drying himself completely. Upon returning Blitz gingerly started tending to the remaining wounds on Striker’s body, the worst still being the cut across his neck. Blitz gingerly bandaged the cut keeping his gaze from Strikers own as he’d done for most of the week, apparently that hadn’t gone unnoticed either.

“Ya been awful quiet this week…Ya alright Boss man?” Striker wondered causing Blitz to suddenly still, entire body going ridged.

“I-Is that a serious question?” Blitz whispered in a barely audible tone after a long few minutes just standing next to Striker, head down staring at the open kit on the bed.

“Huh?” Striker arched an eyebrow in confusion to the response, turning slightly to look at Blitz.

“Because the answer is no, NO! I’m not fucking alright!” Blitz exclaimed seeming out of nowhere catching the pale imp off guard especially with Blitz turning to face him with glassy eyes.

“Blitz…what the fuck?” Striker was so taken aback by Blitz’s outburst he really didn’t know how to respond.

“Do you even realize how close you came to dying? How close I came to…to losing you?” Blitz continued

“Trust me, Ya don’t have ta tell me how close I came,” Striker assured Blitz

“Exactly! And I should have gone after you,” Blitz added, head lowering to avert his gaze to the floor.

“Blitz, there was nothin’ Ya coulda done. I was taken captive durin’ my hit, normally I’m careful but it is an occupational hazard. This wasn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last,” Striker assured Blitz in such a casual way it only made Blitz more irritated.

“You make that sound like your life doesn’t matter! That if you fucking die that’s…what? Oh well?” Blitz growled slightly in irritation, gaze shooting back up to Striker’s.

“It’s not that I don’t appreciate my life Blitz, I’m just realistic. Being a hitman isn’t exactly risk free and I knew that when I took on this lifestyle.” Striker corrected Blitz

“That’s not the point! Don’t you get it? I’m saying I don’t want you to die!” Blitz exclaimed

Striker recoiled slightly at those words because although it hadn’t exactly been subtle that the two of them had gotten closer over the last little while it was still a shock to finally hear even a version of it said aloud.

“I can’t lose you…I’ve already lost too many people…” Blitz trailed off closing the gap between them.

“I can’t promise nothin’ Darlin’,” Striker stated in an apologetic tone.

“I know…” Blitz whispered right before pressing their lips together

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