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Who: Giles and Kirsty Babcock.
What: Kirsty's gone all Hellish.
When: Backdated to late last month.
Where: Their house.
Rating: Solid NC-17 for weird sex.
Trigger Warnings: Blood.
Status: Complete!



Giles felt a little bad for being so excited. His wife had turned albino, and he was turned on by the idea. Was there something wrong with him? Well, yes, there was plenty wrong with him. But this didn’t feel too wrong. At the back of his mind, there was the fear that he would follow suit and become the self he was in his dreams, but as he pulled into the driveway Babcock was able to put those thoughts aside.

“White girl, you home?” he called in an exaggerated ghetto accent which was as loud as it was ridiculously offensive. He relapsed to his normal voice. “Kirsty? Detective?”

Enjoying the freedom of movement that came with being a demon and able to use demonic pathways that humans couldn’t see, Kirsty appeared behind him. “Shhh, you’re going to get yourself shot.” Kirsty smiled, still appearing as she always had, her brown hair in a low ponytail.

For the first time in his life, he was disappointed to see Kirsty. “If things keep going a certain way, bullets will bounce off me,” he said, walking toward her. “How come you’re...I mean, you’re not white. Did you change back, or something? Is it just something that goes away if you...rest, or take tylenol?”

“Tylenol?” Kirsty laughed. “It’s not cramps, Giles. I don’t have PMS.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “I’m just ... I can look this way. In my dreams, I can look like whoever I choose. Sound like them, too. I can’t do that yet, but I can do this, at least. It makes work easier.”

Closing her eyes, she let herself appear as she truly was. For a moment the air around her was shimmery, blurry, like the air above a hot car hood on a hot day. Then she opened her eyes. They were brown, as ever, but the skin surrounding them was as white as chalk. The pins in her head were shining and pristine, hammered into her skull in a perfect grid. She was wearing a long white kimono with a blood-red obi and her feet were bare. “Tylenol won’t fix this.”

Giles stared forward, his mouth hanging agape slightly. The feeling in the room had changed, like a decrease or increase in atmosphere. It was palpable. Kirsty had always been beautiful; she still drew admiring looks from men (which intensified his insecurity) and woman (which made him want to go for a quiet lie down). But now, he knew he was seeing something very few others were privy to.

Babcock walked toward her, his tentativeness vanishing with each step. She frightened him, just a little. He stopped in front of her, and reached up with fascination to gingerly touch the pins in her head. They were cold enough to burn and sharp enough to draw blood. They hurt. But he kept touching them.

“Kirsty,” he began hesitantly, and then suddenly gripped the back of her head, pins slicing into his palms as he pulled her lips to his. His erection pressed just above her groin, and the other hand snaked around her waist. His tongue was in her mouth, and he was kissing her hard with a kind of viciousness that reminded him of his own true potential for brutality.

When he touched her pins, she wanted to warn him that they were going to hurt him. But when he continued, she knew that was entirely the point. Kissing him, she could feel the taint on him that she’d come to recognize as fallen. She knew that Giles was Hellbound, that he’d be one of hers, and it made her feel all the more fond of him.

“Giles,” she murmured, her voice having taken on an eerie two-tone echo. “Are you sure this is what you want?” She could be his wife - the normal detective he’d fallen in love with. That had never left her, and never would. But if he wanted her to come to him as the High Priestess of The Order of The Gash, she would.

Babcock looked directly into her eyes. "Yeah. All of you," he said, pressing himself against her again and kissing her hard. There was something about her form that both excited and eased him; they were both freaks.

She couldn’t help but respond in kind; pulling him closer. She was stronger now too, and she liked that she was his physical equal. Kirsty lightly tugged at his hair, she bit his lip until she tasted blood.

His own blood didn’t taste like the blood of others; it was flavourless, like his own saliva. His large hands gripped her ass, enjoying the tight firmness where her legs met her back. He lifted her easily enough, and walked forward until they were both against the wall, kissing hungrily even as her pins cut his cheeks.

She was glad she didn’t have any of the other scarifications along her body that her predecessor had had; if only because they wouldn’t hurt her every day. But she sighed contentedly when he picked her up, gasping as they hit the wall. Her pale legs wrapped around his waist.

Giles kept kissing her, the fall of his weight and her powerful legs keeping them upright as one hand slipped inside the white fabric to paw at her breasts. “All day I’ve been thinking about fucking the hell out of you,” he growled.

“Ba dum tiss,” Kirsty grinned. She reached behind her back to undo the knot in her obi. The kimono would fall open without the obi to hold it shut.

A slight laugh was cut off in his throat as her robe opened. He began to kiss down the milky curve of her neck, his hands roaming up and around her, his cock straining up against her.

“And here I was scared you’d find me repulsive.” She liked that he even liked her dual-toned voice, that he liked the way from time to time black strands of magical power would shimmer under her skin.

"You? Repulsive?" asked Giles, genuinely confused. He lifted his head for a moment to lock eyes with her. "How could I ever? You're the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. You're a Queen." He kissed her again, one hand gripping her breast. He didn't want to ever leave her side. She was a loving darkness when the light burned away his flesh. And they both knew something about flesh, and the heights that could be reached.

“No matter what happens to you with the Change, Giles - I won’t leave you.” She didn’t want him to feel like his loyalty was repaid with treachery, not with the way he was looking up at her. She stroked his hair for a moment before arching her body into his touch. He was far more sure of himself now than he’d been when they’d first met.

Giles let his forehead rest against hers, the pins still slicing him up. He didn’t care. In fact, he enjoyed it. He suddenly gripped her by the waist, spinning them both around as he kissed her. “Think it would be disrespectful to ask the Queen of Hell to give me a blowjob?” he asked with a sly smirk.

“No. You’re okay with me hurting you?” She grinned, shrugging fully out of her kimono and leaving it on the floor. “I’m going to have to cut you.” She only talked about it because she knew that he liked it; it was her way of teasing.

“Do what you gotta do,” replied Giles, naked lust present on his face. His eyes devoured every single inch of her body, and he was fairly certain his cock was about to blow off and fly around the room. So he had to get his fun in before that happened.

Kirsty smirked and quirked her brow. Red satin, supernaturally strong and taut, wrapped around Giles’ waist and pinned him to the wall. It made things easier for her, made it so he wouldn’t be able to move.

She crouched down, amused that he was so turned on by her new appearance. “Why are you so turned on by me this way?” She didn’t give him time to answer before wrapping her lips around him.

Giles groaned in pleasure, his head lifting a little. “Damn but you’re good at this,” he said, impressed at how she was taking so much of him into her mouth. He placed his hand over her pinned head. “Part of it is just...fucking kinky and dirty, seeing you like this. Bondage Queen of Hell. Another part is….seein’ you like this. Seein’ you bare. Seein’ every side of you is just…like seeing all of you at once. All that power.”

She looked up at him since she wasn’t able to smile. But she would have were she not busy. Kirsty liked his reasons, because they were true. It was ironic: she was her most vulnerable as a priestess of Hell even though she was at her most powerful. But the fact that Giles was attracted to power didn’t go unnoticed within Kirsty. She knew that he was going to end up one of hers, one day, and it was an odd comfort.

His hand was bloody as he gently guided her bobbing head on him. “Fuck,” he growled, knowing he had to hold back and he couldn’t hold back when she still had his cock in her mouth. He stepped away slowly, letting his dick slide out.

She looked up at him with a smirk. “You okay?” Standing up, she looked at his hand, wondering if he healed fast as well.

Damn that smile. "Never better," he promised, holding up his bloodied hand. It was healing only slightly, but faster than was possible for a human. "C,mere, 'my Queen'..."

His hand did worry her, and she looked up at him. “You’re not healing as fast as I thought you would. Should I take it easy on you?”

Giles quickly shook his head. “Absolutely not. I can take anything you throw at me,” he said, advancing closer to her. “I’m Giles Babcock, remember? You haven’t seen my world. But trust me, I fucked it good.”

Normally she’d tell him that was kind of a bad thing, and probably didn’t help him with that whole ‘going directly to Hell, do not pass Go, do not collect any money you asshole this is Hell’ thing. But instead, she just wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him fondly. “I love you anyway.”

He kissed her on the forehead, and then swept her up into his arms with ease. “And I love you. Like, a whole lot,” he said with a grin, walking toward their bedroom like he was carrying her over the threshold again. Knowing she was no delicate flower, he tossed her playfully onto the bed before crawling over her. “You…” he began, kissing along her collarbone and down her chest, interjecting each word with another kiss. “Are….the best….thing….that’s ever….happened to me.”

Laughing, she was amused by just how sweet this whole thing was, by how fond. She wanted to snuggle close to him, to hold him, to keep him safe. It was a nice way for them to forget that Giles couldn’t eat food anymore, that Kirsty could walk through Hell to turn up quickly at any point on Earth. “Likewise,” she murmured.

Giles smiled down at her, crawling up to kiss her again. It was more than a little impossible: the Queen of Hell, a Vampire God. On the other hand, maybe it wasn’t too impossible...perhaps it was the opposite. Perhaps it was impossible for them to be with anyone else.

Kirsty couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. She knew that in her dreams, any man she was with would die. But with Giles, maybe they had a chance to be together. She stroked his cheek gently, knowing that sometimes he needed sweetness more than he knew.