After Millie left one afternoon to take care of some family business, Moxxie was left alone to his own devices. Which would be rearranging his weaponry by size and type in his armory down in the wide basement while reading about the history of guns in his casual wear. He listened to Beethoven that played on low volume from his iPod tucked into his pocket so he'd concentrate and listen for intruders. An interesting hobby given his talents, and he doesn't say it lightly. He'll explain each and every bit about all that he knew, using boredom to kill if guns weren't the first to do the job. In terms of facts and opinions. He was fortunate Millie, of all people, was willing to sit through it despite gradually, and sometimes quickly, losing interest over time, and would pretend to listen so she wouldn't hurt his feeling but he's been catching on as of late, and just decided on keeping conversations short and sweet. Wasn't like he could do the same for anyone else, except Striker. ...Striker. Ever since that scenario in Wrath during the harvest festival, Moxxie had secretly planned how he was going to kill the bastard while tending to his wife's injuries. He had a variety of ways instead of just putting a bullet in his skull couple with bashing it in with the butt of the bluntest gun he's currently handling in the shotgun category with shaky hands. He wouldn't need just his weapons for the job but the many fashions of torture garnered towards imps like himself. He'll at least permanently cripple him beforehand so he doesn't get away and start with what hurts the least and work his way towards what hurts the most until he begs for death. But he won't get one when he sees him again. More likely, he'll get the slowest one imaginable, with Millie and/or Blitzo to help along if they so wish. The musical imp hasn't denied not enjoying making someone suffer, which means he'll most likely crack a sadistic grin in the process like he almost did now, thinking he might just go and hunt him down. If not for one small problem. He's fond of the cowboy assassin. It just happened, and Moxxie took time out of his usual activities, and when Mille wasn't around, to see the imp and, call him crazy, get to know him better. He didn't know any better but he never stopped going out to see him in that dirty little hotel he holed up in. They weren't really fast friends but Striker was somehow easy to talk to when he wasn't making fun of his strength and his boss who was Stolas's plaything, even though he agreed with him deep down. And since he had a former personal target to talk with, he let out the whole truth about the struggles in his everyday life. The workload that was a bag of tits, Blitzo being a huge sack of fuck, the occasional targets up top that provided a great challenge to take down that nearly spelled the end of their lives, Millie's sack of crap parents at times, the decision weighing between having a baby or quitting his job and having a baby, and so on. The surprising part of their little conversation came when the cowboy (or cow imp?) suddenly hugs him tightly, quietly telling him to man the fuck up and toughen it out until it gets better, and that he was going to be there for him whenever he needed. And if that wasn't weird enough, he also kisses him on the lips. No hesitation, no forethought. He just... does it. Out of nowhere, and all Moxxie did that night was be a statue with a hell of a hard-on that he promptly takes care of on the way back home, with his wife none the wiser. He spent weeks until now internally fighting with himself over this, using sex when offered some nights to help wash it away, coupled with visits to Striker, who luckily didn't care much about him showing up late. And the best part about it was that he was oddly caring for him regardless of the fact that he almost killed him, Stolas, and injured his wife. How he didn't just decide to finish him the second time they batted eyes was beyond him. The albino sighed deeply at thinking about this, setting down one of the sniper rifles he snatched from the cowboy into the last remaining space on the rack. He ran his fingers along the blessed tip, memories of the festival faint in his mind when he hears a door open and footsteps closing in from behind. Fast. He swiftly drops his stuff and spins around, reaching into his other pocket to pull out his personal pistol to take aim, but was too slow on the draw when the intruder swiped it out of his hand and grabbed him roughly by the neck. He had no time to choke out a curse when he was picked up and tossed into a nearby wall. He got a good look at the fucker when he was pinned there by the neck and his hostile eyes went wide. The bandana and pale red skin gave it away but he knew well enough from how high he was held from the ground that it was Striker of all people. "Hey there, short stuff, you miss me?" The taller imp greeted, wearing an olive long-sleeved shirt with holes in it, exposing bits of his skin, the same pair of pants ripped at the thighs, and cowboy boots that were shorter in length. "Just thought I'd come say hi once your fling was out." His ivory hair was just as long as the shorter but hung down just above his right eye, he looked almost different if not for those ringed eyes giving him away. Moxxie growled, glaring daggers at him. "What? By trespassing into my home? I could have killed you!" He spat, fighting to loosen Striker's grip on him as he chuckled, patting his head and pinching his cheek, earning him a hiss. "Should have worked your aim a long time ago, little fella. If you hated your fucktoy boss so much, you could have gotten him with me. The bullets in that rifle you got stashed up here penetrate, you know." He has a point. He definitely would have been dead had he not missed the first time, or if Loona didn't intervene at the last second. But still, trespassing in Imp City would earn you a mix between a beatdown and an automatic death sentence. A country bumpkin like Striker was no different but he was a trained assassin so it'd look like burglary by the time he leaves. What confused the imp more than angered him was how he got inside in the first place. "Ugh, the more you learn, I suppose," Moxxie sighed, slightly more relaxed when Striker loosened his grip and let him down, stepping back to give him room. "And how did you get in anyhow? There's like, six locks on the front door-" "Your side window was open." The cowboy interrupted, crossing his arms. Now, he was just flabbergasted at how he's just suddenly leaving open opportunities for strangers and Blitzo to enter his abode uninvited. He could have sworn he was better than that. He sputtered for a bit before he had another thing to ask. "Wha-?! Ah, never mind, I don't care, and what do you want from me?" His eyes darted briefly down to the bulge in Striker's pants. "And y-you're not getting your gun back e-e-either- yipe!" He barely finished before the taller imp lurches forth and grabs him again by the waist and hoists him up again. "H-hey! What're you doi- hmph!" Striker had connected his lips with Moxxie's in a firm, but passionate embrace. He's stiffened up in his grasp and wasn't brought out of it until the assassin was slipping his tongue in and running his hand along his bleached hair, scratching it and stroking it. "Mmmh." His eyes close after Striker's and he relaxes in his grip, returning the kiss and wrapping his arms around his neck. The taller imp moaned softly at him fondling his striped horns as he fought back against his tongue invading his mouth with his own and pinned him against the wall, moaning louder. "Mmhm," The short albino hummed, interlacing his tongue with others as he ruffled his hair that was soft to the touch. Softer than his but he wasn't complaining when the kiss between them was deepened and he moaned louder from the cowboy driving his tongue deeper into his mouth, almost reaching the back of his throat. He held onto him when he broke the kiss and started kissing up and down on his neck, softly purring as he whimpered through clenched teeth. Where did all of this come from? He can't stop. No, he doesn't want to. "Nngh- ah. I, I'm sensitive there," He exhaled heatedly when Striker grinned, snickering, and latched on to his neck, gently sucking on the skin as to not leave a hickey behind. His wife was a feisty one and the still-healing stab wounds on his back coupled with near-sleepless nights afterward served as a reminder. Doing that made the albino let out an arousing sound between a whine and a needy moan that made his erection twitch from underneath his pants. "I know you want me to bite harder, but then your mate for life's gonna have my hide for it," He mumbled into his ear. "And besides, I ain't here to plow you into next week, you ain't my type." The smaller huffed through Striker going to nip at his neck again to say something. "Th-then, wha-what're you he- nnh, here for then?" He finished before shivering in his grasp from the way that warm, long tongue of his slithered up his neck to his cheek. "To try out that smart-ass mouth of yours, Mox," He finished with a hot exhale into his ear before letting him go and sliding him down to where he faced his crotch. His face burned a darker red seeing his hardness outlined within his jeans. "O-oh," Moxxie stuttered. The cowboy's hand tightly gripped his head and brought his face flush to his bulge, making him smell his impliness (manliness) that was barely masked by the cheap cologne he put on before going out. The combination of both had him sniffling harder while hurriedly unzipping his pants with him still holding his head semi-tightly as he snickered. "There you go, shorty, free that dick for me," The taller imp encourage until he sighed, feeling himself be freed from his jeans and looked down to find him staring surprised at the look of his cock that stood erect in his face at a good nine inches. He even swayed it around using his hips, just watching him drool. He was going to have fun with him. "Ya like it? Hmm?" He queried with a lewd grin before hissing when Moxxie's immediate course of action was to grab it with both hands and swallow two inches of it past the tip and suck on it with no hesitation in his movements. Chuckling, he ruffled his hair, humming from the wet warmth of Moxxie's mouth on him. "'Course you do." "Iff foe wig..." His voice was muffled with as much cock as he was taking down further into his mouth with each bob of his head. The imp above him let out a soft airy moan feeling his tongue slide continuously under his cock the more of it he took into his mouth. He let out a louder one when he then started stroking his length with both hands in tandem with tonguing his head and sucking it, staring with lidded eyes up at him. Striker couldn't help but move his hips forward at the look he gave him, sending another inch deeper, and gaining another noise out of the little imp. "Ooh, attaboy, get on that dick." He panted softly, grabbing onto his horn and pushing himself deeper into his mouth, hearing him gag and watching his tail swish. "Get on that dick." He repeated quieter, grabbing the other horn and going a little faster. "Ah..." That maneuver had his tip touching the back of Moxxie's throat and were he more concerned, he would have tried sucking that way but because of the taller imp's scent mixed in with the cologne and the sexual tension from a heated make out, he was more than eager to take the whole nine inches down his throat if he wanted to. Because he's definitely going to, and the assassin pushing into his mouth served as motivation. Without needing his movement, Moxxie gripped the base with both hands and, with determination, swallowed down more of his cock than he could, slowing down the further he went. "Wow," Striker whispered, watching the little gremlin choke down almost all nine inches and go back up to the tip, visibly impressed. He briefly swirled his tongue around it before going back down, making these erotic choking noises before reaching his hands, shedding tears, and trying futilely to control his gag reflex. The taller stood there and let him repeat his little pattern as he moaned, patting his head and rubbing both horns, encouraging Moxxie to go faster. He held his hips and started swallowing his imp meat all the way down to the very end, breathing deeply out of his nose. He was halfway up when Striker had enough of letting him suck at his own pace and grabbed a fistful of his hair with both hands and pinned him by the head against the wall, breathing shakily from the sensation of his mouth still trying to suck on him like that. Moxxie gave him a look from his position mixed between confusion and suspicion. "Hmm?" Striker grinned, snickering down at the lesser of his kind that was right where he wanted him. "Sorry in advance, little fella." Then he tightens his grip and thrusts his hips forward, driving his dick all the way down Moxxie's throat to where his balls tapped against his chin and his hot throat squeezed his length. The sudden sensation had him shivering a moan while the albino below him gagged wetly on him. "Fuck yeah," He grit out, never holding back in fucking his mouth and forcing the little imp to choke on every single inch. He felt his hands tighten on his hips and hold on as his throat was plunged into without pause, nor mercy. His balls smacking against his chin become audible along with the wet sounds of a throat getting fucked that filled the basement mixed with Striker's grunts and shaky moans. It was even better fucking the imp's mouth when he was still trying to put his tongue to use, progressively getting more and more saliva on his cock with each push. He found it hot as hell- well, hotter than hell for that matter. "Get all that spit all over my cock." He breathed, his thrusts slower and smoother but deep all the same, allowing for the imp on him to use his tongue. He doesn't pull off when he does but swirls it around the shaft up to the tip the further Striker pulled out. He hocked up some spit with what his abused throat could allow and slathered it onto his cock when he pushed back in, moaning louder from the additional wetness added. "There you go, drool all over it. Drool all over that cock, show me how much you love it." He muttered, losing himself and thrusting back into Moxxie's mouth almost as fast as last time, his tongue hanging out and his eyes half-lidded with his pupils shaped into hearts. Moxxie was enjoying this as well, turned on greatly by the feel of his thick meat pumping his throat and just barely stretching his jaw. It was overwhelming at first but he powered through and now had his mouth used to his would-be lover's content. All he could do was try to drool all over his meat as he requested while sliding his sweatpants down to free his weeping cock and jerk it with one hand since he had no underwear on underneath. "Yes..." He heard the other albino sigh huskily as he started fucking his mouth faster, growing louder in his noises, telegramming to Moxxie that he was getting close. "I love yer fuckin' mouth, Moxxie, it's so goddamn good to me." He went on, listening to him gurgle and choke erotically on him with a section of his face around his mouth soaked in his saliva. "It feels so much like a pussy. A hot, slimy, fuckable pussy. I bet you love taking cock down your throat even if it's your first." Moxxie jerked off faster hearing him talk so undignified at him like this, more turned on than ever, especially with him groaning in between words. "I knew what your mouth felt like ever since that night when I kissed your weak little face... then I started jerking off thinking about how it would feel to dip into it. I didn't wanna think about you like that because I wasn't interested in short-stack expendables like you, but I couldn't help it." "Mmmh!" Those words, despite being cold, brought Moxxie to his orgasm. His seed spilled over his fingers and onto the floor. He must've been pent up from a blowjob as rough and hot as this. "I just couldn't. The fantasies got to be too much for me..." He panted, stopping for a brief moment to look down on the imp in between his legs that had the expression of being well-fucked even though he hasn't been yet. Yet. "That's why I came. Because I wanted in that fucking mouth. Ahh, yours was as good as I was ever going to get for a while." His thrusts were faster now. "Until I come back for more." That much Moxxie will be counting on. "Until then, I just wanna, urgh, bust in that pretty little mouth you got here. Won't be too long now, just keep using that tongue." He does not hesitate in doing so. Tears rolled down his face from the agony of choking on a cock huger than his but he powered through it to have his tongue swirl all over the cowboy's length sliding into his mouth down his throat at a near-rapid pace. If his tongue wasn't enough, he'd try sucking harder. He'd do it even if his cock was pulling out to push back in and the drawn-out moans from above told him it was working well. He kept it up, fighting against Striker's grip on his head to meet his thrusts, taking him in his mouth halfway through his thrusts, hearing his noises become louder. He wasn't paying attention anymore, he wanted that cum out of Striker and he was going to get every single drop out of him. His hands come into play, twisting up and down what little of his length he could get ahold of. He doesn't even acknowledge Striker ceasing in abusing his throat because of the lust in his system that ruled over his every action as he started sucking and tonguing the head, never holding back. The taller imp couldn't believe the head he was getting from a weakling he almost took out because all he could do was stand there and take it by leaning against the wall by his forearms, watching him have at his cock like no tomorrow as he neared his release even faster now. "Ha-aah, ahh! Gk- shit!" He could barely place together any words from the insane sensation stroking his cockhead until he couldn't take it anymore and his legs buckled underneath him. "Fuck-!" He just about screamed in ecstasy when he came. Hard. He didn't even hold Moxxie down and just leaned onto the wall for support as his cock spilled thick spunk like a water hose down the albino's gullet, groaning shakily and uncontrollably. He was not prepared for this kind of pleasure to hit him hard like this at all. Moxxie moaned, drinking down as much of Striker's hot cum as he could get, feeling it slide down his fucked throat like a dream as the rest dribbled down the sides of his mouth, still sucking hard to get more out. The taste of his cum was nothing he had been curious about from his wife's view. It wasn't super sweet like she said but was a little salty and tasted good on his tongue. He doesn't let the assassin go for a while after he was done, listening to him pant heavily and almost whimper until he released from him with a nice, wet pop, now panting himself. "Holy fuck," Striker breathed, still trying to catch his breath when he twitched from the smaller imp kissing his softening length before coughing and looking up again, bearing a relieved smile despite his well-done hair being ruffled and pulled on with the area around his mouth wet with saliva and cum. "I know, right?" He croaked, internally struggling to keep from suddenly vomiting out the contents of the cowboy's spunk. "It's the first time I've ever tasted something like that." He took time out of catching his breath to chuckle dryly. "Heh, since you sucked dick like you've done it before, vermin." He bent down to ruffle his hair while tucking himself away. "Or have you?" Moxxie blushed madly, looking away from the taller with a huff, crossing his arms. "No! I had a mouthful of pussy though, unlike you." Another round of laughter from the assassin before he was yanked up by his horns, yelping in the process, and pulled into a constricting, but comfortable hug, along with him grooming his head and purring louder. "True, but I got to feel a mouth for my first time." He retorted, nuzzling into his cheek and giving it a kiss. "Vermin." "Whatever." He huffed a laugh and let him go before departing out the way he came, leaving the smaller imp to lay against the wall and sigh, wondering how he was going to make this work.