The Art of Deception

Blitzo stumbles backward, his back pressing into a rugged corner of a dresser. His heart is thrumming in his chest as the Albino cowboy traps him between the dresser and a western-style bed. Swirling green eyes entrance him with their hypnotic glow.

There was nowhere left to run.

Where do you think you're going? His tail rattles as he keeps to the shadows.

Blitzo whirls around upon hearing something scrape against the floor.

Sugar-cube quit being a cock-tease. He hisses, You know the two of us are superior to the most of our kind.

Seal the deal with a kiss, or I go back to that windowsill and wedge a bullet into the overlord's feeble brain. As Striker says this, he places a gloved hand upon Blitzo's cheek, pulling the boss imp closer and closer until their breaths intermingle. His tail curls around Blitzo's leg, slithering its way up to his thigh and squeezes

Through the fever haze that spread through his body, twisting his guts. As want and need battles with reason.

He reaches for his gun, his hand slipping into his vest.

The fizzing sound makes Blitzo freeze as the tip of Striker's tail caresses the side of his face. Striker's fingers wrap around his wrist, pulling his arm away, capturing both wrists. He leans in, his swirling green eyes locked upon Blitzo.

Hook, line, and sinker. The Ranch- hand could see the hesitation, feel the tangible trepidation radiating off the city imp. Could almost taste the raw, untapped prowess that simmered beneath smoldering amber eyes.

He would be the one to shepherd in Blitzo's full potential as he wrung out every ounce of desire in that crimson body of his. His eyes rake over the city imp.

His wet dream was a breath away.

We could be the most dangerous beings in hell, Blitz.

I have the keys to your cage. Choose me and be set free.

Lose the Vermin- and ride with me.

The city imp lifted an eyebrow, knowing that Striker and Moxie didn't get along. But since Striker had taken Moxie out of the picture, he had to think of something fast or risk, losing Stolas and his golden ticket to the human world.

The crimson imp swallows as he tries to speak. That's a tempting offer, Cowboy, but I have a few conditions that need to be heard out. The Boss gets out through shuddering moans as Striker nips at his neck, Blitzo closes his eyes as another trill of liquid pleasure shivers down his back, tearing a groan of gratification from his mouth.

Blitzo grips Striker's waist with his tail, throwing the dazed cowboy onto the bed before straddling his hips. Striker raises his body to the challenge, his tail winding around Blitzo's body.

I'm Listening Darlin" his voice was low and heady as he hissed Blitzo's name, thrusting up the tip of his tail, traces circles on the small of his back. His deep southern drawl resonates within Blitzo. Blitzo spares one last look at the door.

His heart pounded in his chest as his eyes locked onto Striker. I'll phrase this so you can understand.

Those Vermin are off-limits, harm a single hair on their head, and I rip your heart out and feed it to you.

The Rouge answers by rattling his tail.

Is that all? You're willing to leave everything else behind? your rigged job serving those bitter sinners, the family you formed and that wretched Blueblood.

Striker grins into Blitzo's exposed neck. His teeth grazes along his collarbone as Blitzo's voice vibrates in his mouth as a clawed hand came up to stroke his neck.

No, ah no! I'm not finished, Blitzo says, trying to form a coherent thought.

But his senses are on fire, his mind was racing.

Only to be silenced with a kiss.

Blitzo's tail curls as Striker kissess him.

Forbidden, a technique that is said to bind one fevered soul to another.

A cunning maneuver: A cruel trick Striker now employs.

used once, by an abusive Overlord. who likes to brand his property with a golden tooth.

Blitzo didn't need to know the full truth, and Striker had no plans on telling him.

It was the art of deception.

Blitzo's mind clouds. The words he was about to say dissipate all that matters now, were the searing touch of the Cowboy's deft fingers, the taste of skin, and the friction.

That's right; take it!, he groans as Blitzo grinds into him. His tail tightens as he reaches up to unbutton Blitzo's pants. Thrusting up, he ensnares Blitzo into another kiss. His claws scrape across red flesh, goosebumps trailing behind. His pants slide. As a hand cups Blitzo's firm ass, he forces Blitzo into a deeper thrust before flipping him over. Positioned himself just right, he grinds down; feeling Blitzo's claws dig deep, he thrusts. His clawed hand splayed out across a naked chest littered with scars.

Striker leans over, his tongue swirls across a pert nipple. His claws dig into Blitzo's abdomen as Blitzo thrusts upward to meet Striker's pace with the ferocity of a feral.

Causing Striker to groan and writhe above.

Blitzo could feel the vibrating thrum run through his body.

A name eludes him as an image came to mind

The tall and regal form of an owl demon, with a piercing red gaze pierces his mind.

A burning thrust tore through his body as a forked tongue slithers into his mouth. Striker rears up, his teeth sinking deep into Blitzo's shoulder blade.

The sharp, agitated sound of a fizzing rattle buzzes like a gnat inside Blitzo's head. As Blitzo rushes to crush his lips against the Cowboy.

Striker felt the heat sear through his blood as he buries his claws into him.

Told ya I was the superior being, Blitz, better than that royal pain in the ass

Blitzo gave a sharp thrust into Striker's touch.

The infection spreads.

Shut the fuck up and finish this! I need this, just as much as you, He growls, twisting the sheets in his claws. He could feel the width of Striker penetrate him.

The sharp, agile thrusts.

The intoxicating rhythm.

Striker licked a bead of sweat that dripped down the curve of his back

Blitzo's body jerks from another wicked thrust.

Hissing as Striker's hot seed fills him.

The thrum vibrated through his body as they lay twisted in the sheets.

entangled in each other's limbs.

Blitzo stirs as the harvest moon's light filters through the curtains Striker pulls him closer, nuzzling the crook of his neck.

A single owl feather rests on the windowsill.

Blitzo's eyes widened in horror what the fuck had he done