#OwO//Swear To God I Ain’t Ever Gonna Repent Mama Can I Get Another Amen (Nicholas Dickolas)

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Sinfully Undead \\@epilvgue Sinday Meme BS\\

The undead really did try to ignore what was happening, had turned to sharpening his knife despite the grating sound making his teeth grind. But hearing the sound of a body hitting the floor had him looking up. He sighed heavily, standing from where he'd been settled, rubbing at his face until the sound of something else crashing down and no 'I'm okay' being cried out had him climbing the stairs quietly. If the other was having some sort of fit, he wasn't going to let the Plant hide it from him this time. He'd already had the horrific realization that the other was dying. What he didn't expect when throwing open the door, knife in hand just in case there was a threat, was to see what he was shown. The man practically naked, prone with the bare ass in the air. The feathers weren't new, he's seen them countless times during high stress events. So his eyes cast around, before he dared to stab his weapon into the wall, closing and locking the door as he tried to understand what was happening. His nose flared, drinking in the scent before a brow crawled up his forehead to meet his hairline. "I could hear ya from downstairs." it's drawled out, that lazy tint of his Latino accent finding home on his tongue as arms crossed. "Something tells me this ain't the usual call of nature, else I don't think you'd have been so loud... Or destructive." he steps further into the room, nudging a few long feathers with his booted foot, grunting when he nearly tripped over one slithering around. "Geez, Needle-Noggin'! What, are you in heat or somethin'?" the words come when he's forced to stop nearing the other, too much movement around him for him to feel he could approach without stepping on a feather. "Need, like.... A hand or somethin'?" To what he was offering the vampire had no clue, unsure if he was offering sex, companionship, cleaning or assistance to the bathroom. Truthfully, all of the above would be completely fine for the dead man walking.

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Nick groaned as he was pulled, the feather returning to beneath his shirt, burning his iced skin of his hip making him twitch. He's now half under the Plant, legs folded under his frame. He chuckled, carding fingers through the shifting quills, scratching lightly at the man's scalp.

"It's alright. I can try and pick you up. 'Nless you can't wait to move?" He could feel the feathers trying to pry his shirt and jacket off, jerking under their touches repeatedly, breaking from the close kiss to hiss. "Ngh-fuck needle-noggin'." He cursed, hand not in black strands pawing at a feather helplessly, squirming as his jacket is yanked off his shoulders.

Needy. The poor Plant was so ravenous for a partner to take the edge off, he shifts to help the feathers, smiling as he ensures there's a hand in his hair always.

"Tell me what you need, Vash. I don't want to assume anything." He hissed, kissing the man again, slipping ever closer, crooking his own body at an odd angle to accommodate the feral.

Feathers fluffed and spread slightly at the thumb that ran over the feather that refused to leave Nicholas' thigh. The Plant's lashes fluttered. It was an electric sensation, hundreds of thousands of millions of sensitive neurons firing. His eyes were glazed and unfocused as he looked at the undead mercenary yet finally that snaking feather began to retreat as it seemed to have gotten the attention it was after - Nicholas knelt down in front of Vash.

He shivered as a hand touched his cheek and brushed at the soft yet steely feathers that had begun to sprout around his face. Vash's hair, too, fluffed, taking on qualities far more like that of a quill than human hair: tough yet pliable, somewhat soft... Like a Dependent's feathery hair though most never got quite close enough to him to see it.

"I could'a... - Wolfwood..." It was all that he could say. Or rather, all that he managed before he was kissed and aquamarine eyes grew wide. It only took a moment for him to reciprocate, a hand finding its way to the back of Nick's head, fingers gripping his hair. To keep him there.

The feathers puffed up around his cheeks. They began to grow and spread once more in accordance with the Plants emotions and pleasure, his lack of control as he let go somewhat. Feathers filled the space around them, curling around the room. Vash groaned, deep and low at the cool sensation of the former assassins body against his own.

He breathed heavily, eyes lidded and lashes quivering. He wanted to reciprocate the nips with something of his own but it was difficult to muster up the coordination. Instead, the Plant's shoulders rose around his head. Vash twitched slightly, his body on near full display for Wolfwood.

Vash groaned, still on his hands and knees. He kissed at Wolfwood, nearly tugging the other man closer with the hand that was still wrapped in his hair. Their teeth clicked and those newly sharpened teeth of Nick's scraped the Plant's lip.

"I... dunno if I can stand up..."

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The feathers retreating slightly has him easing, especially the tip that had slithered under his shirt. However, the one on his thigh halted by his grip seemed reluctant to go. The moment he had more brain to think, he runs his thumb over the feather, working to breathe as he fell to his knees before the Plant.

"Fuck... Coulda' just asked me." he breathed, a hand finding the other's jaw, his cheek, brushing at the feathery down he found there as breaths writhed in and out of his lungs. "I would'a helped."

A fact he finds settles with a clarity he hadn't felt before his reanimation... And subsequent double homicide before he'd been held and wept over all over again. He supposed Death clears the mind of worries and hesitations. So he moves closer, tipping the other's head and took the frightening plunge that might get him killed again.

He rocks forward, stealing the other's lips in a fevered kiss as fingers slip into blackened locks. He moaned, low in his chest as he finally felt the touch he'd longed for. It was sweeter than he'd thought, warm and surprisingly soft, though he shouldn't have expected any less.

The heat from the other's form was more than normal, a vibrant powerhouse of energy thrumming right under the surface. It tickled, prickling his skin wherever they touched, be it skin or feather, it all burned hot in his gut and pushed him over any barrier he'd tried to build. He licks at the lips before nipping them, careful not to break skin or inject venom, just enough to ignite the frayed nerves.

"I've got you, Vash."

Although the feathers were an extension of the Plant, Vash had little control over them and he shivered again as he felt the feathers continue to grope at Nick, finding their way to snake to the cool skin, as though that would help Vash's own overheating body.

Aahh! No! No... C'mon, come back - Embarrassment made Vash flush as he tried to will them to stop, tried to gain control of his power once more. He really was starting to feel a bit better, but trying to wrangle the overstimulated extensions of himself was proving far more difficult than he had ever anticipate. It was true that he could get quite feathery during intimate moments, but it had never been anything quite like this. Was it because of how it had happened.

...And then he felt his heart jump as he suddenly heard Wolfwood groan. He watched with slowly dawning clarity as the former priest threw his head back and asked him a question he hardly processed before answering, "...P-Probably...? I - I really am feelin' a lil' better now... 'm sorry, I'm tryin' to get them to stop -"

Another shudder as strong fingers dug into one of those steely yet soft feathers that had crept a bit too far. His lashes fluttered and everything faded out for a moment - He hadn't know his feathers could be that sensitive. And that growl in Wolfwood's voice, the hiss and snarl of something suppressed and bubbling just below the surface -

No. No. He had to try and concentrate.

Help… help…

"...Yeah..." He swallowed yet his throat felt dry, eyes wavering as he looked at Wolfwood. Slowly, the feathers were beginning to draw back, the growths receding and loosening their hold on both men. Just slightly. "I - I could use some help..."

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The feathers grabbing at him was once again, both new and familiar, if only for the radiating heat burning through his clothes from the very simple contact. He wondered if it was just because his body ran far colder now than before his death. Who knew.

The moment soft plush fluff managed to wriggle under his pant leg his body shuddered from foot to hair cap. The heat burned through long since half dead veins, lighting them up like a live wire until he groaned, deep and hungered. He locked his jaw, head tilting sharp enough to crack his neck as he wrenched himself back to the present. Even with this, his eyes glowed a vibrant red beneath the ever present veil of blackened violet, nostrils flaring as he tried desperately to control himself from the animal within. "Fuck, blondie. This what you feelin'?" he couldn't stop himself from asking, adjusting himself as he felt his body eagerly react to the shared sensation. A hand moved to the feathers that had found his thigh, touching them to try and cease their progress higher lest he truly lose any and all sense of control. He felt the feather fight until he buried his fingers into the plush tendril to hold it in place, careful not to be rough. The last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt the Plant. "Fuck, Vash. Don't pull some 'high and mighty' shit with me." his voice couldn't help but dip into a low growl, pupils blowing wide before snapping to thin little slits as his breaths sharpened with the shared desperation. "I'm gonna ask again, seein' as you're falling. A lot." he takes a breath, piercing his lip at the feathers pawing at his limbs until he too was trembling. "Do you need help?"

He lay there just trying to catch his breath. Trying to get some feeling back into his limbs. When he heard the door bang open, he looked up to see that Wolfwood had entered. His vision was still hazy as he watched the man stab his knife into the wall. He wanted to say something about needing to pay for damages but all he could manage was: “W-Wolfwood…?”

He could hear him downstairs…? And destructive? He glanced over and saw that the feathers filling the room had knocked over a lamp. Feeling Nick’s boot nudge at a few feathers made the Plant shiver again. And he was suddenly very aware and embarrassed over being almost completely naked and prone before his…reanimated friend. He fought to swallow another groan as a jolt passed through his oversensitive body.

The feathers stretched and reached, not wanting to return. They lapped at the other man’s legs and curled around them. Softly. Tenderly. Attempting to offload some of the overwhelming sensation and emotion - the overactive lust and abrupt wave of need. The high that was slowly fading but still ever so sensitive —

Vash struggled to try and push himself to his hands and knees but he felt like jelly. “N… No… n-nothin’ like that. It was…real slow but then it just —” It had turned into something uncontrollable. And now he felt numb and unable to move.

The feathers continued to reach and stretch. He couldn’t make them retract, couldn’t get them to ease up. Then again, he had never had very good control of his power to begin with, even less in a state like this as the tendril-like feathers slowly tried to climb the former priests legs.

“S-Sorry…” All he could do was apologize faintly, now trying to push himself up onto his elbows once again. Then he glanced up at the man standing so close yet so far from him, unable to approach as the feathers created a barrier between them. The open ended offer with so manny possibilities was tempting but eventually Vash shook his head. “Jus - Just lemme try an’ get it together for a sec…”

Yet after a moment - “A cold shower would be great…”

Maybe cold water would make this all go away.