Hot Blooded

for Kinktober2023 by Annika Sage Ellis

contains: blood kink, fingering, cis/trans, angel/demon

dysphoria warning: Pride is a trans man whose genitals are described with the following terms: folds, clit, cunt, hole. Please use discretion if these words will trigger any dysphoria.

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Pride had mixed feelings about losing his powers, having to deal with becoming more human every day. One the one hand, being able to dye away the blond scars in his hair was an impossible dream come true. He felt free of the shackles of his demonic fate, he could be himself now, not just one of God’s failed servants. On the other, it was a shock that he struggled to taste people’s sin when it used to happen whether he wanted to or not. His horns and tail took more effort to summon, and he feared the day when he wouldn’t be able to reach them. And there was the matter of his contract—which he didn’t want to think about.

But the worst thing, the undeniably worst thing about it all, was growing organs. Because centuries ago, when Pride chose his body, he implicitly gave himself the worst organ of all:

The uterus.

Pride curled up on the couch, clutching his gut, and fantasized about killing whoever was responsible for inventing the menstrual cycle. For days, he’d been relegated to a gross discomfort, bouncing from his bed to the couch and back again. When he was forced to shuffle off to the bathroom—another human thing he had to do now—his body spilled scarlet blood and clots so dark they could have been ichor. But no. His ichor was gone. This was the price of his humanity.

“Here we go,” Justice announced, entering the room with a hot water bottle. He knelt by the couch and handed it over. “This is supposed to help, but make sure it doesn’t—”

Pride snatched it and shoved it down his pants immediately. Justice winced.

“Doesn’t touch your skin directly,” he finished.

“I don’t care,” Pride groaned. “I would rather be burning alive right now.”

“The painkillers aren’t working yet?” He shook his head. Justice combed his loose hair sympathetically. “Can I do anything else to help?”

Pride grabbed the front of his shirt. “Tell me who’s responsible for this. Who in Heaven did this to me?”

“We don’t keep an organized list.”

“I bet it was Raphael. I always hated that guy. I’ll kill him first.”

Justice sighed and kissed his forehead. It wasn’t an instant cure, but it did feel good. Pride shut his eyes, stretching in the direction of his lips. Taking the hint, he planted another kiss on his mouth, affectionate lips brushing his own, and everything was okay again.

“Do you need anything besides murder?” Justice asked.

“I don’t know…” Pride admitted.

The hot water bottle was helping already, beating back the cramps that wrung his guts like a towel. The painkillers would kick in eventually. It was technically time for lunch, but the thought of eating made him want to gag.

“Can you sit with me?” he asked.

Justice crossed his legs, making himself comfortable. “Always.”

Pride smiled into the pillow, letting himself relax as much as he was able. Justice continued to card his hand through his hair, untangling snarls he found on the way. Fingers made soft scrapes against his scalp, tugging gently as he worked through knots. Occasional kisses left stamps on his forehead. The dull ghost of pain faded in the face of it.

Between the hot water bottle and the affection, Pride bathed in a soup of delightful warmth. His tired body buzzed from it, tingles racing up and down his spine. And maybe he was biased, but Justice had a very good-looking face to stare into while in pain. Like, really good looking. His hands felt nice too.

Pride grumbled into his pillow. It didn’t take a genius to know where this was going.

“What’s wrong?” Justice asked.

“It’s not fair,” he said, “that I can be horny and in pain at the same time.”

“I thought you liked that.”

“Yeah, but this pain is bad. Doesn’t count.”

Justice laughed behind his smile, scratching his head affectionately. Pride sighed heavily, goosebumps breaking out over his arms. It felt way too good for his current state.

“If you want,” Justice said, lowly, “I can help you fix… one of those things?”

He glanced up, daring to hope. “But I’m all bloody.”

“We can use a toy.”

Pride swallowed thickly. That sounded… “Yeah. Okay.”

Justice gave him a kiss and got to his feet. Pride craned his neck to watch him disappear down the hall. The twist in his gut suddenly wasn’t from pain.

In a bit of a hurry, Pride kicked his pants off, leaving the water bottle exposed on his bare stomach. He thought for a moment about accidentally bleeding on the couch, but forgot about it when Justice came back. In his hands, he had a palm-sized vibrator, a bottle of lube, and a towel.

“Is this one okay?” he asked, holding out the little toy. It was bright blue silicone, tapering to a rounded point. It only had one button, but a dozen settings, each more intense than the last.

“Yeah, it’s fine,” Pride said. His stomach did a backflip.

The cushion dipped when Justice sat down, parting his legs to make room. He slipped the towel under his hips to catch any mess, and spread Pride out, propping one of his legs up on the back of the couch. Pride let his other leg fall over the side, dizzy with anticipation.

“I’ll start slow,” Justice told him. “In case it hurts.”

The cramps were the least of his worries right now, but he nodded. Justice popped the lube open, spread some on the end of the vibrator, and pressed it against his clit. Pride caught his breath, more sensitive than he expected. Watching him carefully, Justice pressed the button.

Pride gasped as soon as the vibrations started, buzzing against his clit on the lowest setting. A cracked moan slipped from his mouth, so affected it was as if they’d been going at it for the last hour. Justice looked as surprised as he felt. Usually the lowest setting didn’t do more than tease him, but now he whined for it, arching off the couch. The gushing from his cunt could have been blood or wetness, but he didn’t care.

“Fuck, fuck, hah…” he moaned, scrabbling for the pillow under his head.

“Is it too much?” Justice asked.

“N-no, no it’s good.”

Justice rubbed him gently with the soft end. Pride whined, biting his lip. The moving vibrations sent equivalent firecrackers up and down his spine, and he bucked his hips into it. He hadn’t been nearly this desperate before, but now it was all he could think about, head rattling with lust.

“More, more,” he moaned.

“Okay, hold on,” Justice soothed, reaching for the lube again.

He squirmed against the vibrator impatiently. His clit ached for attention, begging for it. Pride almost reached down and pressed the button himself.

All his haste dissolved when a slick finger pressed inside his hole. Pride gasped, clenching the pillow so hard his fists shook, as Justice pushed inside him. He clicked the vibrator, and the buzz heightened.

Pride curled his toes, gaping at the ceiling. He barely registered the world around him, totally focused on the sensations in and against his cunt. Justice pumped in and out of him, rubbing the fast-moving vibrator up and down gently. He writhed and moaned, thrusting against it.

“F-fuck,” he stammered. “Fuck, fuck, I love it.”

He gasped again when Justice pushed a second finger in alongside the first, stretching him just a little, but he felt it tenfold. Pride lifted his hips to every drive of his hand, vibrator rubbing hard against his clit at the same time. Lava bubbled in his blood, thick and hot and clouding thoughts with nothing but a desperate urge for more.

Something heavy landed on the carpet with a plap. They both stopped, shocked out of the mood.

“Oh no,” Justice said, looking over the couch. “You dropped your hot water bottle.”

“Don’t care,” Pride mumbled, but followed his gaze. The red bottle crumpled sadly on the ground, thrown off in his frenzy.

“I’ll get it, then.” Justice pulled his fingers out and took the vibrator away. Pride whined a complaint, very briefly, because what he saw next drove his lust into overdrive.

Dark red blood coasted Justice’s fingers, down to the very last knuckle. The pale underside of his hand showed it off plainly, the rest blending darkly into his brown skin. Strings of bloody wetness hung between his fingers.

“Justice,” Pride breathed, all he could say.

“What?” he asked, then noticed the mess. “Oh. On second thought, maybe it can stay there.”

Pride bucked his hips urgently. “Please come back.”

Justice hushed him by doing as he asked, putting the buzzing vibrator back against his clit, and clicking it up another setting. Pride moaned wantonly, doing everything he could do to watch as Justice put his fingers back inside him. The pump and stretch, and even the high buzz of the vibrator, didn’t matter anymore. Visions of blood dripping down his hand raced through his mind. Justice would be getting covered in more of it now, on purpose, bathing his hands in it, just to please him.

His thighs quaked. He warbled, wordless expressions of lust pouring from his mouth. Justice rubbed him with the vibrator, pumped in and out of his bloody cunt­—somuchblood—

Pride’s hips snapped and he came with a long moan, clamping around Justice’s fingers. The vibrator tossed him high into the clouds, body humming at the same frequency all through his orgasm.

When he came down, panting, Justice had turned the vibrator off. Pride watched him with heavy-lidded eyes as he cleaned his hand on the towel.

“How was that?” Justice asked, smiling at him.

“Good,” he mumbled. “Really, really good.”

“Are you feeling any better?”

Now that he thought about it, Pride barely felt any pain. The cramps weren’t threatening to turn him inside out anymore, reduced to a dull ache. “Better, yeah,” he answered.

“Oh, that’s good. The painkillers must have kicked in.”

“Orrr you gave me an orgasm with healing powers.”

Justice snorted, rolling his eyes. “Sure, maybe.”

Pride snickered with the last of his energy, limp and floppy on the couch. He’d have to ask Justice to do this more often.

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