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A deal struck

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Blitz stared up at the far too cliché motel sign, leave it to Striker to choose a place that was straight out of some fucking spaghetti western to meet. Blitz wasn’t an idiot either he had his flint lock pistol primed at his hip just in case this was a trap in Blitz’s free hand he held a brown envelope containing the main reason he was here. Moving to room 69’s door (again what the fuck? Seriously that number?) Blitz rapped on the splintering wooden surface with his knuckles when a familiar southern drawl came from inside.

“It’s open…Blitz,” Striker’s tone was same as it had been when Blitz last saw him

Pushing the door open Blitz casually made his way inside revealing Striker was also just as dramatic as Blitz remembered, lights off excluding a shitty small one on the bedside table barely giving off a faint yellow glow. Striker sat on the bed with one leg crooked up onto the mattress while the other one dangled lazily off the edge, arm resting casually over the crooked leg with a tumbler of whiskey in hand, but it was what was in his other hand which was supporting him that had Blitz’s attention, a blessing tipped pistol clearly loaded. Blitz cautiously entered the room keeping his one hand on the hilt of his pistol earning him a huffed laugh from the other party.

“Ya don’t trust me?” Striker scoffed

“Not a bit,” Blitz confirmed

“Got what we discussed?” Striker inquired

“Yep, right here,” Blitz held up the brown envelope

“Bring it here,” Striker instructed, lightly tapping the muzzle of his pistol on the mattress while swirling the ember liquid in his glass. Blitz gingerly approached unable to help looking the cowboy head to toe then watched as Striker placed his pistol on the bedside table to take the envelop.

“It’s all in there,” Blitz assured Striker while backing away slightly. The cowboy outlaw shifted to sit fully on the edge of the bed, taking a swig of his drink then setting it down on the bedside table next to his pistol. Pulling open the envelope Striker pulled out several stacks of cash.

“I believe you...” Striker assured Blitz, yellow gaze shifting upwards to lock onto Blitz.

“So…that’s it, right? Stolas is off limits now,” Blitz asked wanting to hear Striker confirm what he’d promised.

“That’s the idea…pleasure doing business wit’ Ya, Boss man,” Striker smirked once again picking up his drink, tipping it towards Blitz then swigging the rest down. Blitz shuddered cause FUCK! That was hot. Apparently, Striker hadn’t missed this reaction.

“Unless you’d like to stay a little longer,” Striker suggested placing his empty glass back where it came from then pushed off the mattress. Blitz instantly tensed with his hand death gripping the hilt of his pistol but at the same time he was certainly turned on just as he’d been in the farmhouse back during the Harvest Moon Festival. Striker wasn’t wearing his jacket, hat nor bandana and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows making Blitz feel all the hotter and more bothered.

“Why would I want to stay in this shit hole?” Blitz retorted slowly backing up

“Come now…we both know what was goin’ on back on the ranch…” Striker trailed off in a low chittering hiss. Blitz did release his pistol slightly upon noticing that Striker had left his own on the bedside table however he still didn’t trust the outlaw which is why Blitz jumped when the door slammed behind him. Spinning around the city imp saw that Striker had used his tail to close the door to the motel room before pressing Blitz to it.

“Shit!” Blitz cursed under his breath

“Relax…I ain’t gonna hurt Ya…I’m a man of my word after all,” Striker assured Blitz, voice dropping an octave. Deja vu filled Blitz’s mind as Striker pressed two hands to the door on either side of Blitz’s head except this time Blitz was face first against the door. Blitz could feel Striker press close, breath ghosting over the back of Blitz’ neck and he could practically feel that trade marked smirk plastered firmly on the other imp’s face.

Blitz shoved off the door in one fluid movement, flipping himself around then pressed his lips to Striker’s apparently surprising the other imp if the surprised sound he made into Blitz’s mouth was anything to go by. Striker recovered quickly as he pressed back even bringing a knee up to rest between Blitz’s thighs while Blitz’s hands moved to unbutton Striker’s vest followed by his shirt. Growling slightly Striker reached a hand to Blitz’s pants easily undoing them with skilled fingers before shoving a hand inside to palm at what he found there. Blitz returned Striker’s growl as he shrugged off his trench, batting Striker’s hand out of his pants once the piece of clothing hit the ground.

“Hmm…what the fuck?” Striker cursed in confusion finally breaking their kiss when Blitz swatted his hand out of his pants. Blitz simply smirked then yanked Striker by his one wrist to flip their positions, the pale imp’s chest pressing against the same door he’d just had Blitz up against, arm pinned behind his back now as Blitz nuzzled into the nape of the other imp’s neck.

Blitz released a deep low rumbling sound that shot straight through Striker quickly sending everything south of his boarder. Blitz used his free hand to caress along Striker’s hip, sliding casually around to the front of his pants as he sucked a hickey in to the nape of Striker’s neck eliciting a deep moan from the imp beneath. Blitz had gotten so distracted he had forgotten about Striker’s tail that is until something wrapped around his waist then yanked him backwards with a surprised yelp before hitting the bed on his back. Striker gave a snarling hiss as he turned around to face Blitz, strutting over to where Blitz now lay on the bed bringing one knee up to rest beside Blitz’s left hip while planting both hands firmly on either side of his shoulders making the shitty motel bed creak loudly. Striker pressed hot sloppy kisses to Blitz’s lips and down his neck while bringing one hand to start undoing the buttons on the city imp’s shirt.

Blitz undid Striker’s pants then caressed both hands up the other imp’s torso till they rested on his shoulders. Once the last button on Blitz’s shirt was undone Striker gave a surprised grunt, Blitz had flipped them once more now with a mischievous grin plastered all over his face. Striker tried to regain the upper hand only to find himself chest down on the bed right before being yanked halfway off the bed, both arms swiftly being pulled behind his back. Blitz looked around for a moment only to find what he was looking for, rope.

“Fuck…let me up…” Striker snarled through panting breaths

“Nope,” Blitz simply retorted using his tail to grab the rope that clearly had been Strikers, wrapping it around Striker’s wrists to secure them in place once he had hold of it.

“Hey! This ain’t funny Blitz! I don’t fuckin’ take dick!” Striker growled struggling against the binds just put in place.

“You will tonight,” Blitz’s voice was far lower then normal as he whispered into Striker’s ear sending a shiver down his spine causing a bright blush to spread across Striker’s face.

Blitz used a knee to spread Striker’s legs before yanking the pale imp’s pants down to his own knees revealing that round firm ass he’d imagined. Using his tail again Blitz dragged his trench coat over, one hand pressed to Striker’s back to further immobilize the struggling imp while his other hand riffled through the trench’s pockets until he found the bottle of lube he kept. Striker stilled slightly prompting Blitz to look up instantly feeling his hard on throb at what he saw, Striker was currently glancing over his own shoulder, panting heavily with a fully red flush across his cheeks, eyes half lidded. Blitz popped the lid on the lube, drizzling it down the crack of Striker’s ass which elicited a hiss from the other imp followed by further struggling.

“Hold the fuck still damn it! I don’t want to hurt you,” Blitz groused trailing two fingers through the lube between Striker’s ass cheeks and across his entrance.

“Fuck you! I told Ya…I don’t ta~ Shit!” Striker jerked as Blitz pressed a single finger into him causing a little burning sensation.

Blitz pulled Striker’s shirt up so he could plant kisses along his lower back just above the base of Striker’s tail, slowly working the pale imp open using one finger then two…three…soon Striker was slowly thrusting his hips forwards in search of friction. Blitz pulled from Striker’s ass and for just a moment he could have sworn the outlaw whimpered in disappointment a fact that made Blitz smile wider while taking out his own dick, slicking it with more lube. Blitz moved right behind Striker grabbing one hip with one hand while guiding his cock with the other to between Striker’s cheeks.

“Oh…Fuck! Blitz…” Striker growled as Blitz managed to press the head of his cock into Striker’s tight entrance.

“Shit! Your fucking tight…” Blitz cursed under his breath

“B-Blitz…Shit…I can’t…” Striker stammered out through clenched teeth as his breathing became extremely ragged.

“Hey, hey, hey, easy…easy…hush.” Blitz shushed as he gently caressed the hand on Striker’s hip up to his back where he rubbed small circles with his thumb at the base of Striker’s tail while simply sitting still. A few moments passed and Striker’s breathing evened out while his muscles relaxed allowing Blitz to slide little by little into him.

Taking another moment to adjust Blitz slid slowly out before pressing just as slowly back in only to repeat this rhythm. Striker was moaning softly making Blitz huff a small laugh after all for someone who apparently doesn’t take it Striker sure was enjoying taking his but he would be an ass about that later. Over time Blitz sped up his pace noting how Striker started straining against his binds again with deep grunts and groans now spilling from his chest telling Blitz that the pale imp beneath him was close. Repositioning ever so slightly Blitz snaked his hand down underneath Striker’s body to wrap around the neglected member hanging there slicked with pre-cum, jerking in rhythm with his hips Blitz pulled out some louder delicious groaning moans from Striker.

“Fu-ck…Blitz…I-I’m…” Striker managed to pant out

“Yep, me too,” Blitz retorted still going at a steady pace till Striker stiffened then shuddered, cum spilling all over Blitz’s hand. Blitz only took a few more moments after that to finish as well making a point to shove into Striker before releasing, head dipping to the nape of Striker’s neck where he bit down hard causing Striker to breathlessly cry out.

“Blitz…shit!” Striker cursed under his breath

“Yeah, that’s…what…they all…say…” Blitz smugly panted as he slid out, undoing Striker’s wrists before getting up on unsteady legs to get to the bed, falling backwards onto it.

“Shut…the fuck up,” Striker breathed out pushing up only to fall onto the bed on his back next to Blitz.

Ten minutes passed before both parties had regained their senses, crawling sorely up the bed till they both sat against the headboard. Blitz pulled out a pack of cigarettes from his pants pocket along with a lighter then tapped out one, tipping the package towards Striker afterwards who accepted one. They both lit their cigarettes while relishing in their post sex highs.

“You know for someone whose never bottomed you seem to have enjoyed it,” Blitz smirked with a deep exhale of smoke.

“Fuck off! Don’t think it’ll happen again…I won’t be able to sit for a week,” Striker groused also exhaling a puff of smoke.

“That was the idea, and you won’t be able to forget who did it to you either,” Blitz’s smirk grew ten-fold as he gestured to the nape of his own neck.

“Wha… No! You fuckin’…BLITZ!” Striker barked out as he managed to push up on his elbows just enough to see himself in the vanity mirror that sat across from the bed revealing a lovely red bite mark firmly planted in his nape.

“You deserved it,” Blitz snickered

“This isn’t gonna fade for weeks! People are gonna think I’m some submissive lil’ bitch!” Striker fumed

“Aren’t you?” Blitz teased again

“Augh! For fuck’s sake! Ya really are a piece of shit,” Striker growled as he settled back down with another long drag from his cigarette.

Blitz laughed aloud again then reached over to caress his fingers over the fresh bite he’d left, reveling in the shudder it elicited from Striker. The two stayed for hours on the bed mostly in silence only making the odd snarky remark towards one another until morning began to break at which point Blitz got cleaned up, dressed and saluted as he left the motel leaving Striker with a snarky smirk on his face and a pain literally in his ass.

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