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"Mmm, right there Fizzy~"
"Yeah? That feels good?"
"Soooo fuckin' good, baby...oh yeah, keep doin' that..."
Ozzie let out a sigh and sank into the bed, utterly content. Astride his back Fizzarolli smiled, his strong metal fingers continuing to kneed at a stubborn knot just below the kings shoulder blade. As the knot loosened Asmodeus let out a moan that was downright pornographic "Fuuuck, you're so fuckin' good at this Fizzy...ya shoulda made it your career"
Fizz chuckled "But if I did that then I wouldn't be here to do this for you big guy"
"Hmmm, sure ya would. I woulda found your magic hands in some shitty massage parlour in Greed and stolen you away in the night. Mmm!" Ozzie bit his lip and moaned as Fizz pressed his thumbs into his hip bones, working the tense muscles there. Jeez, Ozzie was carrying a lot of tension in his back today. He liked to joke it was all that work they put in carrying around that massive dick when he wanted to make Ozzie laugh "Fuck, I love it when ya do this for me, baby, nobody else can have this, just me"
Fizz grinned "Covetous bastard"
"I'm a king, I'm supposed to have the best!"
They laughed together before Ozzie closed his eyes and relaxed into his folded arms and Fizz concentrated on easing the tension out of the kings back. Truth be told he was just as eager to give massages as Ozzie was to receive them, not because he was as eager to please his king (although that was a big-ass plus) but because this was the only time he got to see the scars.
Working his hands upwards, he gently parted the feathers of Ozzie's upper back until they were on display, and a sigh left him when he exposed two beautiful shining lines They were roughly six inches each in length, running from the top of Ozzie's shoulder blades down to the bottom. They were old scars and the colour had healed to a lovely periwinkle blue, and when the light hit them they gleamed. Unable to help himself, Fizz ran a finger down the closest one.
Immediately Ozzie tensed, a knee jerk reaction, but Fizz gently shushed him and stroked the scar until Ozzie was relaxed once again, then he resumed his massage, taking extra care to really kneed into the stubborn knots of his shoulder blades in between petting the scars.
After some time, Ozzie sighed "I still don't understand your obsession with them, y'know..."
"You kidding me, Oz? I told ya before, scars are The Shit where I'm from Fizzy stroked them again, enjoying how the black of his metal fingers made the light blue even bolder "And yours are fuckin' beautiful, baby"
It was true. For as long as Fizz had been alive scars had been a prominent fashion statement in imp society, they were a badge of honour, a declaration to all of Hell just how many things had tried to kill you and failed miserably in the attempt. In the Wrath ring there were even some crazy bastards who paid "professionals" to carve them up with intricate patterns, the practice as common as tattooing. Scars meant that you were tough, and in their world tough was sexy as fuck, and the more scars you had, the sexier you were, Fizz had seen that for himself. His first night back on stage after the fire extra security had to be called in just to keep a rings worth of horny fuckers from mobbing him mid-performance.
Fizzarolli loved his scars, he was proud of them, they were a testament to what he had lived through and how he had clawed his way to the top, and when Ozzie ran his hands and mouth over them it made him feel even hotter than Queen Lilith herself. Which was why he didn't understand why Ozzie was so self conscious about his.
Right?! Asmodeus, Self Conscious, talk about your ultimate oxymoron!
And yet he was. The first time Fizz had dared try to touch these two blue lines in bed it had nearly ended their relationship there and then. It wasn't until some time after Fizz had apologised in tears that Ozzie finally called him back into his personal private quarters where he sat him down and told him the story.
He remembered every detail of that night. How he hadn't spoken a word as Ozzie told him his own first hand account of the war on Heaven. How the kings voice had become rough when he spoke of how he had been left for dead on the battlefield by his so-called "Brothers" but was instead dragged before that bastard Archangel Michael who had taken his big fat sword and cut off Asmodeus' wings. According to Ozzie the wounds were still fresh when that same douchebag had plucked him off the ground like a ragdoll and thrown him into Hell.
"These scars are a testament to my weakness, Fizzy" Ozzie said, his voice thick with emotion "Whenever I see them, I am reminded of how afr-of how powerless I was, how foolish I was with my...trust. I can't fucking stand the sight of them"
That broke Fizzarollis heart. Here Ozzie was with two of the most badass scars he had ever seen, and he was ashamed of them. He wished there was something he could do for the big guy, but Ozzie hadn't wanted him to even talk about the scars after that night, so he didn't. Until the day Ozzie got a bad back.
Maybe he had slept funny or maybe a new sex position had pulled something out of joint, whatever it was it had been driving Ozzie nuts all night. In the end Fizz had thrown out the suggestion of a backrub which Ozzie had vehemently denied, nobody saw his back, ever! But Fizz, ever the risk taker, hadn't given up.
"If ya don't wanna bring in a professional I could always do it for ya. Everybody says the One and Only Fizzarolli's got magic hands!"
"No way, Fizzy"
"Come on! Look if it's about the scars you don't need to worry, I've already seen them haven't I?"
"Fizz."
"Look, you've been in a bitchy mood all day and it's time to put and end to that crap because I don't wanna fuck a guy who winces every time he pounds into me, okay?"
Ozzie looked at his jester, exasperated, but finally his shoulders sagged in defeat "Fine. But no touching them, okay?"
Fizz managed to wrestle the victorious beam his mouth wanted to make down into an understanding nod "Of course, Your Majesty"
And so it began. At first Fizzarolli kept his word, never so much as brushing against a scar no matter how much his hands screamed for it, taking his pleasure from just looking at them and listening to Ozzie's noises as his tension was finally eased. Fizz put every skill he knew into that one back-rub and it paid off. Over the next few months Ozzie requested them more and more, and Fizz was happy to oblige, hoping it would eventually lead the king into becoming more comfortable with him and his own back.
And several months later, it finally happened:
"Why do you like looking at the scars, Fizzarolli?"
Fizz paused. The question had come out of nowhere and he was momentarily floored on how to respond "I uh..."
"Is it a sex thing? Does lookin' at the scars get you off? Do ya go home after rubbin' my back and tug your dick to the memory of being so close to touching them?"
Now the imp hesitated. On paper, it almost sounded like Ozzie was trying to seduce him mid-massage (yes it had happened before, duh!) but his voice was all wrong. He sounded stiff, tense, an underlaying tone of disgust and even resentment colouring his buttery voice.
Fizz was at a loss. Sure if it was anyone else's scars, he would've rubbed his dick raw every night thinking about such beauties, they were scars from the War On Heaven for fuck sake, who wouldn't get a chub on just thinking about them?! But this was different. Ozzie was so sad when he talked about how he got them, the way his voice broke when he told Fizz what he saw when he looked at them...it just didn't feel right to pleasure himself to the things that caused that.
But he still couldnt help but get excited every time he looked at them. And now it seemed the time to tell Ozzie why.
"No. Don't get me wrong, I think scars are sexy as fuck" Ozzie tensed "But when I look at yours, I don't feel horny, I feel something different"
"...Different how?"
Fizz stopped massaging him and travelled up Asmodeus' back until he was straddling his shoulders, he then leaned in until his lips were brushing the soft feathers beside his lovers ear, he wanted him to hear every word he had to say.
"It's different because when I see your scars, I think about what you went through when ya got 'em. I think about the pain you felt, and the pain ya still feel whenever you look at them, and it breaks my...it makes me hurt for ya. But I also...shit, I don't know how to say it really, but...fuck it. When I see your scars I feel proud"
"Proud?"
"Proud of you. You fought in the biggest war in Hell's history, you were betrayed by your own brothers, you were hurt by them, those fuckers even had the gall to toss your sexy ass out of Heaven but despite that, you're still here. Shit, not only are ya here, but you're fuckin' thriving.
"Asmodeus', the embodiment of Lust, a king of Hell, one of the most powerful beings ever to exist with armies of simps ready to throw themselves into the fire for your entertainment-myself included, obviously" he chuckled, and swore he saw Ozzie's cheekbones lift in a small smile in return. Warmth bloomed in his chest and he leaned closer, brushing his lips across a feathered cheek, delighting in Ozzie's shiver of enjoyment.
"You have the power to do whatever you want, fuck anyone you want, be whatever the fuck you want...and your scars are a part of that.
"I know the choices you made back then had some pretty shitty results, but if you hadn't made them, you wouldn't have become a King of Hell. You are as powerful and incredible and adored as you are now because of those choices. And...and they also let ya meet me."
Woah, running into dangerous territory there, Fizz! Backtrack, moron, backtrack!
"Th-thats what makes me proud of ya, Ozzie. I see these scars and I see a man who hit rock bottom, and used that to turn himself into a fucking King"
Asmodeus' head turned and for a moment he panicked, thinking he had gone too far, but when Ozzie's eyes met his they weren't scornful or angry, they were soft, glowing a gentle green of openness and, perhaps, even vulnerability.
Asmodeus. Vulnerable. Heh, that was an oxymoron!
"That's the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard in my life"
Fizz' jaw dropped. Oh no he did NOT! "Well fuck you, asshole, you're the one who asked for it!"
"So you actually believe that load of crap you just spewed out?"
"Damn right I do, and I'll even post it on my Hellface page if you're gonna keep bein' such a dick about it!"
Ozzie stared at him, his expression unreadable due to Fizzarollis anger. Yet when he spoke again, his voice was hushed.
"You truly believe all'a that, don't you?"
Fizz rolled his eyes, nodded and kissed his cheek.
Ozzie turned away from him, and it was a long time before he spoke again.
"Fizzarolli" he said "You can touch the scars"
It was like being hit in the face by a diamond hard dildo. Fizzarollis jaw literally dropped like a cheesy cartoon and he swore that for a second his heart stopped beating "Are...are you sure?"
"Don't make me repeat myself, Fizz"
He didn't.
That night Fizzarolli finally got to touch what he was longing for and he sure as shit didn't take it for granted, touching Asmodeus' gorgeous scars with the utmost care, each caress as soft and light as a whisper, he treated the scars as he would a cherished lover, touching these precious testaments to Ozzies journey with tenderness and adoration, stroking their full length slowly, but always keeping it light, gentle, so as not to disturb the man they belonged to.
It didn't last long, Ozzie calling him off after barely a full minute of touching but he didn't complain. Afterwards Ozzie turned onto his back and they fucked like rabbits until the hellish sun was high in the sky.
That night kicked off the turning point in their relationship. While Ozzie didn't go around exposing his back like a Pride Ring supermodel, he no longer hid from Fizz. Often he would walk shirtless around the penthouse or allow Fizz to scrub his back in the shower, and when he requested a massage Fizz would make it a point to rub over his scars, waxing lyrical about how beautiful they were, how strong they made him look, and over time Ozzie started to stop tensing as much whever he felt Fizz touch them.
Naturally the scars became apart of their sex lives, too. Ozzie had always enjoyed worshipping Fizzarollis scars in bed, but now Fizz got to do it to, extending his arms so that he could trace his fingers over the periwinkle blue lines as Ozzie stroked his brilliant white patches. The first time he had done it after Ozzie had given him permission the Lust King had stopped, locking eyes with the imp, and they hung there together in that suspended moment of time, neither saying a word as they looked into eachothers eyes, Fizzarolli's asking the silent question which Ozzie has answered with a roll of his shoulders.
"Keep going"
That brought about the best sex Fizz had had in his life, the trust that Ozzie showed him and his willingness to share the most intimate part of himself with him brought Fizz to such an Earth shattering climax he almost passed out. Ozzie followed behind him, coming inside him hard with a shout before he flopped on top of the imp, panting hard with Fizzarollis hands still on his scars. They fell asleep like that, and to this day the memory still made him smile.
"Fizzy? You fall asleep back there?"
"Huh?" Ozzies voice brought him back to the present and he realised that he had stopped massaging his king. Shaking his head, he resumed working the knots around his shoulders "Sorry Oz, got a little lost in thought there"
"Oh yeah? What're ya thinkin' about, baby? Oh fuck Fizzy yes!"
The imp grinned as he finally loosened a particularly stubborn knot at the base of Ozzies shoulder, "About how hot you are when ya make noises like that, Big Daddy~"
Ozzie chuckled, the sound low and contented, succumbing to his imps ministrations once again.
"Actually I was thinking about the first time I gave you one of these. When you first let me touch your scars" he lovingly stroked one as he spoke, enjoying the smoothness against his prosthetic nerves. He felt Ozzie sigh beneath him and shuffled down so he was laying against the kings great back, idly stroking his palm against the two silky lines "I'll never forget the day you first let me touch these beauties, when you finally started to see them as I do"
"...I don't. I still hate them, Fizz"
Fizzarollis smile fell and crashed and burned. He opened his mouth to protest, but was stopped when Ozzie reached back one large hand to find the one that had stilled on his back. He wrapped his fingers around the imps and held it where it lay over his scars.
"But when you talk about them, like they're the best things you've ever seen, it makes me hate 'em a little less"
Ozzie squeezed him, and Fizz found his smile again as he squeezed him back, curling up in his feathers and nuzzling his brave, flawless king.
"I guess I'll just have to keep trying, then"