On the way to the next town, Vash gets a strange sensation in his gut. Something is sizzling under his skin, brewing for the better part of the week, making him sweat under his clothes more than usual.
He’s been sluggish the past few days. He almost got shot in the side when he ran into a scuffle with bounty hunters, feeling a wave of dizziness while dodging bullets. Wolfwood had to drag him by the collar, pick him up and carry him like a sack of potatoes. That’s when Vash noticed something was wrong, shuddering at that moment when Wolfwood’s muscles pressed against him. His body would buzz every time he touched Wolfwood. He decides to avoid touch entirely, passing it off as feeling ill. Wolfwood takes his sudden I don’t want to be touched attitude in stride.
In Angelina’s sidecar out in the middle of the desert, Vash is sweaty and miserable. Wolfwood keeps glancing at him in question but Vash ignores him, hiding his face behind the collar of his coat and hugging his middle. They have a ways to go until they reach the nearest town and Vash has to suck it up until then.
Shutting his eyes from the glaring twin suns, Vash mind wonders—they need to stock up on bullets. And food. He rolls a shoulder, muscles protesting from an unexplained soreness. They haven’t done anything strenuous and they’ve been travelling from town to town within a day, sleeping on beds rather than on the desert sand. The only excitement they got this week was the petty bounty hunters picking a fight with them and Vash didn’t do much besides avoiding getting shot. Then getting picked up. Wolfwood did most of the work, effortlessly carrying him and the Punisher and subduing the men. Vash was winded when Wolfwood put down despite doing nothing.
If he was being honest, it was hot.
Vash’s face flushes at his pathetic pining. He shifts in his seat, making wetness drip between his legs and—Oh. He stills, horrified. A match is lit in his gut, causing a wave of heat to spread throughout his nerves. An ache between his legs has him fidgeting in his seat. Fuck. His cunt begs for attention, petals blooming. He grips the edge of the sidecar to pull himself together, holding back on dragging his hand down his body.
Vash shakes his head to clear his mind. He’ll figure this situation out later when he’s not stuck in the sidecar in the middle of the desert, and alone. The question is, will he last until they reach town?
The fire inside him builds. It’s accompanied by pain in his abdomen, growing as he denies any sort of relief. He avoids moving a lot, not wanting Wolfwood to notice his predicament and make a pit stop.
Unfortunately, Wolfwood can sense Vash’s discomfort an ile away. “Something wrong, Spikey?”
“No,” Vash grits, burying his face into the collar of his coat and turns away. His face feels hot, everything feels hot. He closes his eyes again. Maybe a nap will help.
Vash wakes up sometime later, shivering and sweating on the ground. He’s also in his sleeping bag sans his red coat.
Wolfwood comes into view, frowning down at him. “Vash?”
Vash struggles to focus his gaze. “What happened?” He attempts to sit up but fails, muscles weakened. His body pounds with a strong ache. “Fuck,” he hisses.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Wolfwood chews on the cigarette in his mouth. “You looked unwell, shivering up a storm and wouldn’t wake up so I found something to stop for the night. You had me worried there.”
Vash groans. He needs a real bed, the sandy ground is doing nothing for his sore muscles and the innate want within. He also has an urge to hide. “I'm fine. We can get moving.” He makes another attempt to sit up but is pushed down easily by Wolfwood pushing him back down with a finger on his forehead.
“No, you look like shit,” Wolfwood scolds.
Vash grimaces, not having the strength to push back Wolfwood.
Wolfwood lights another cigarette. “Just sleep. No one will find us out here.”
As if on command, his eyes struggle to stay open. Before passing out, somewhere in Vash's mind rings, trying to warn him about his ailment. He needs to warn Wolfwood, he needs a safe space to stay.
He doesn’t hear it nor warn Wolfwood.
Vash is gone before getting a word out.
Overbearing heat consumes his senses along with fear.
He dreams of his first heat, nothing but a short fever while Rem takes care of him. It’s pleasant, he’s safe. Nothing can hurt him.
The dream shifts to him in the middle of the desert, finding a place to stay and hide from humanity as feathers crawl out of his skin. He’s in pain, the throbbing making him stumble as he finds a rock formation that he can barely call a cave—a good enough place to hide out.
As more scars are inflicted on his body over time, the more he writhes. The more humanity thinks he’s a disaster omen of destruction, the more his body suffers in agony as he denies himself relief, a form of punishment.
The vision turns into a nightmare, one that he hopes will never happen: bounty hunters finding him at his most vulnerable. Unable to defend himself, he’s grabbed roughly and pushed around. Somebody notices his flushed face and investigates further, aiming to remove his clothes—
Vash wakes up with a gasp. Another one escapes him as his body feels like it’s on fire, a deep-seated ache overwhelming him. His mind berates him—his heat, it’s his heat. Whimpering, he manages to stand, needing a place to hide. Small wing appendages shift around him as he staggers out of the campsite. He doesn’t get far, only managing to walk behind the rock formation before collapsing on his hands and knees. A whimper leaves his mouth. He wants to be somewhere no one can hurt him.
Footstep nearby puts him on high alert, whipping his head towards the sound, hissing and baring his teeth to scare the person away. Wings and feathers stand up to make himself look bigger. The person near him steps back at his reaction.
“Vash?”
Vash growls in warning.
A shocked expression crosses Wolfwood’s face. It melts away into determination as he crouches down, raising a hand towards him. “It's okay darling, it's just me.”
The pet name causes Vash to lower his stance slightly, wings lowering to press against his body. He recognizes Wolfwood.
Wolfwood shuffles closer, causing Vash to whine at the proximity, feathers shifting in apprehension. A hand touches the downy on his face. He gives off a rumble, not quite a growl when the hand cups his face.
“Whatcha doing out here, huh?” Wolfwood murmurs.
Vash closes his eyes as a thumb strokes his cheek.
Wolfwood brings his other hand to touch Vash’s face. “You’re still burning up.”
Vash makes another small noise, tears prickling his eyes. The fever is unbearable and he feels uncomfortable in his skin.
“Come here.” Wolfwood wraps his arms around him, pulling him close. Vash all but leans his weight against Wolfwood, tendrils latching onto him. Wolfwood’s here, he’s safe, his touch soothing the pain under his skin. Wolfwood pats Vash’s head. “Okay big guy, let’s find you a place to rest than out here.”
Vash makes a questioning sound before Wolfwood lifts him. He’s carried back to the campsite where he’s seated in Angelina’s sidecar. Wolfwood moves to pull away but Vash’s line-like wings keep him near. Vash complains as Wolfwood unwraps himself from his grasp. He wants him to stay close.
“Give me a minute to pack everything up.” Wolfwood strokes one of the wings. “We should travel while it’s dark so the suns doesn’t make your fever worse and you need a proper bed.”
Vash grumbles but relents. He’ll listen to Wolfwood.
With Wolfwood moving around the campsite to pack their sleeping bags and gear, Vash settles into his seat while he waits, folding his wings close to his body so they won't hang out of the sidecar. Tucking his head to his chest, he closes his eyes. He’s startled when a weight is draped over his shoulders—his coat. Wolfwood also wraps a blanket around him and over his head, securing it around his body and wings.
Wolfwood climbs on Angelina, turning on the engine to start their journey to the nearest town. Vash glances at him. Leaning over, he rests his head on Wolfwood’s thigh. Wolfwood pats his head through the blanket which has Vash tilting his head up towards the touch. Vash dozes off at the humming of the engine.
He wakes up when both suns have risen over the horizon, humming at the feeling of fingers in his hair.
“I’ll get a room,” Wolfwood whispers next to his ear.
Vash keeps his eyes closed while Wolfwood is gone. He’s less crowded in the sidecar, wings having retreated into his body for now. Tiny feathers stubbornly stay scattered across his skin and his fever hasn’t budged.
His heat won’t budge for a while.
Wolfwood comes back with arms around him. Vash doesn’t move when the blanket is pulled over his head again, having fallen during the trip, and he’s gently carried to their room. Vash hopes he asked for multiple nights.
In the room, Wolfwood lays Vash in the middle of the sole bed, big enough for both of them. Vash shivers under his coat and blanket. He feels nausea underneath the lingering soreness in his body plus the remaining clothes he's wearing sticks to his body. A hand touches his forehead, brushing his hair back. He whimpers at the touch, marginally cooler than his fevered skin.
“This isn’t a regular fever, is it?” Wolfwood murmurs.
Since he’s a Plant, no this isn’t a regular fever. He’ll feel like a truck has run over him like a human fever does but he’ll also have the instinct to reproduce, along with being unable to keep a hold of all the feathers and overall Plantness from appearing. How does he explain that to Wolfwood?
“No. I’m going to be like this for a couple of days.” Vash rasps. “Sorry,” he adds.
Wolfwood continues to drag his fingers in his hair. “What do you need?”
He needs Wolfwood, needs him to be the balm to the ache inside him. He can’t ask for that so he goes for something else. “Can you get my boots off?”
Wolfwood moves away to lift the blanket at Vash’s feet. He unbuckles his boots, sliding them off. Vash lets out a sigh of relief.
Wolfwood holds his ankle, brushing a thumb over the bone. “Anything else?”
Vash just wants to sleep. “I’m okay for now,” he mumbles, closing his eyes. He hears Wolfwood walk around the room, rummaging through a bag. Wolfwood comes back to sit next to him on the bed. Vash opens his eyes to see him holding a flask of water and a snack bar.
“Have this before you sleep,” Wolfwood coaxes, holding out the items in his hands.
Vash grumbles weakly but takes the flask. He drinks a few sips before leaving it on the bedside table and grabbing the bar. Vash nibbles on the snack, taking bigger bites realizing how empty his stomach is and eats it all.
Wolfwood rests a hand on his hot nape. “I’m going to get more food and water to last us for a while. Are you going to be okay?”
Vash hums in response, burying himself into the bed, feeling slightly better after having some food and water. He just needs to sleep some more. Wolfwood lets go and makes his way to the door, heading out to do some errands. With him gone, the room is quiet, making Vash’s eyes droop close. He quickly falls asleep.
Vash wakes up sometime later, fever still present and the pain is back. The twin suns have slightly moved up the sky, telling him he has slept for only an hour. Wolfwood isn’t back yet. A good thing because Vash needs to take care of something now that the pain is replaced with an indescribable urge.
Having more energy after his nap, he sits up, taking off his damp shirt and shimming out of his leather pants, leaving him only in his briefs. He leaves his clothes on the floor and his prosthetic on the bedside table. Standing on wobbly feet, he walks towards his and Wolfwood’s travel bags. Vash grabs a clean shirt and underwear. He side-eyes Wolfwood’s bag, pausing as he wrestles with a thought.
Vash snatches one of Wolfwood’s white shirts.
Climbing back on the bed, he dumps his clothes to the side and settles under the bed sheets with Wolfwood’s shirt in hand. With the man who owns the shirt not in the room, Vash buries his face in it and inhales the lingering scent. He sighs at the familiar husky scent, growing heady with it. He can’t ignore the slick wetting his soaking his underwear.
He flips to his side, keeping his face buried in the shirt. With his single hand free, he slides it down his body, reaching under his briefs. A finger brushes his bud and he shivers, rubbing with two fingers. His heat has made him sensitive.
Vash bites Wolfwood’s shirt as he moves further down. He ignores his blooming petals and goes straight to sliding a finger inside his cunt. Thrusting his finger, he moans into the fabric, finally scratching the itch he felt since his heat started when he was in the sidecar. Slick drips down his hand, making it easy to add a second finger. Curling them, he whines when he finds the spot that makes him jolt. He moves his hips while he strokes his walls unabashed.
He slips a third finger, needing the stretch, searching for the feeling of being full. It’s not enough, it won’t be enough without Wolfwood satisfying him with his fingers instead, thicker than his own. Or his dick. Vash wishes it was Wolfwood taking care of him.
Twisting to lay on his front, he draws his legs up, spreading them wide as he thrusts his hips down on his fingers. He hides the whimpers in Wolfwood’s shirt, pin feathers breaking through his skin as he chases the building pleasure.
His thumb brushes his clit at the same time he grinds on his fingers, the angle hitting deep inside his cunt that has him spilling over. Larger feathers sprout from his skin as slick gushes out, soiling the inside of his briefs and hand. He keeps his fingers inside, walls fluttering around them as he rides out his orgasm.
Spent and panting, Vash lowers his hips to the bed. He got some relief but only for a little while. Removing his sticky fingers from his cunt, he sits up, cringing at his wet briefs sticking to his skin. He decides to take them off, standing up on shaky legs as he hides the fabric in a bag of dirty clothes, left to be dealt with later. He shuffles to the bathroom to clean himself and heads back to bed, slipping on a new pair of briefs and a shirt. He drinks the rest of the water by the bedside table and goes back to sleep within minutes, exhausted and sore from his heat and his little escapade.
Around dusk, the sound of the room door opening rouses Vash. He hears Wolfwood drop bags on the table, supplies for the next few days. Footsteps come near the bed beside him.
Wolfwood touches his forehead to gauge his temperature. “Sorry I took so long, had to help around for some extra cash. How’re you feeling, Needles?”
Vash pushes his head against the hand. “Like shit,” he groans. His body aches and he’s still wet.
Wolfwood huffs in amusement at his choice of words. “Go back to sleep, I’ll be right here.”
Vash falls asleep again after Wolfwood forces him to eat and drink something.
He doesn’t know how to tell Wolfwood about his dilemma without embarrassing himself. Hey, I need you to fuck me to make me feel better. The best option is to not say anything more than his fever. Though, It will be difficult to hide his horniness from Wolfwood, the ache driving him. He’ll suck it up and ignore the ever-present wetness between his legs. It can’t be too hard, right?
He barely lasts a day.
Vash wakes up groggily late in the morning from his cunt pulsing and the sensation of his underwear sticking to him like glue, debauched from his slick. His heat never woke him up like this before but maybe some things have changed since he had it years ago—many things.
He hides a moan into the pillow while he weakly grinds his hips into the mattress to get some friction. It’s not enough. He switches to lying on his side and squeezes his thighs together. While lowering a hand down his body, his fingers brush against something solid next to him. He shuffles closer to it. Looking for relief, he hikes a leg over the solid muscles and grinds his cunt against it through the fabric of his underwear. He moans at how good it feels.
“Spikey?”
Vash freezes, reality washing away the drowsiness. He was rutting against Wolfwood. “Sorry!” he yelps. He pulls the blanket over his head, hiding away from embarrassment and Wolfwood’s reaction. He can’t believe he just did that.
Vash hides his face with a hand as Wolfwood lifts the blanket to peer at him. “Is everything alright?”
“Yes!” Vash shrills with humiliation.
Wolfwood takes a moment to choose his next words. “Do you need help?
“No!” Vash squeaks. “Actually, I need to go to the bathroom—” And take care of his problem. Alone. He gets as far as dragging his legs over the edge of the bed before he is pulled back by strong arms, making him gasp. The touch on his naked body fuels the fire inside him and makes his cunt hurt. He squirms in Wolfwood’s arms.
“Vash.”
Vash stops struggling at the hard tone of Wolfwood’s voice. He lets Wolfwood lay him back down on his back, face red while looking up at him with a mix of shame and fear.
Wolfwood leans over him with concern rather than disgust. “Is this ‘cause of your fever?”
If this means his libido is higher than ever, then yes. Wolfwood, the object of his pining, being around doesn’t help it. Vash doesn’t want to jump his bones—he almost did.
Vash looks away from Wolfwood’s gaze. “Yes.”
“Does it hurt?”
Only his cunt hurts but he can deal with that but it will uncomfortable levels if he doesn’t take care of himself. Past heats left him writhing in pain and anxiety, unable to be vulnerable because of being an outlaw and his bounty. Any release he got felt miserable but it made the ache bearable. Now, he has a sense of security through Wolfwood and his body is more than willing to reap the benefits.
Vash just needs to come and he’ll be okay. He doesn’t know how to say that to Wolfwood without keeping his dignity.
Vash hunches his shoulders to his ears. “Sometimes.” He keeps it vague. “Can I go now?”
“Fine, last question.” Wolfwood glances down at the wet patch on his briefs before he lifts his gaze back up. “Do you need help?”
Vash flushes. He’s offering? He can’t use Wolfwood for something like this. Plus, he has a loose grasp on his body with feathers and wings threatening to break free. If Wolfwood helps him, he going to see everything. Including his blooming petals.
“I can take care of myself,” Vash mumbles.
Wolfwood frowns. “That wasn’t my question.”
Vash bites his lip. He wants Wolfwood but the fearful part of his brain is uneasy at the thought of showing this side of him, scared of being too vulnerable. Wolfwood doesn’t know what he’s in for.
Wolfwood sees the distracted look on his face and places a hand on his cheek to grab his attention. “Hey.”
Vash meets Wolfwood’s gaze.
“If you don’t want me to help that’s okay. But if you’re saying no for my sake then you’re an idiot.”
Vash pouts, offended. “I’m not an idiot.” He looks off to the side. “I don’t want to force you to deal with me.”
“If dealing means helping then I want to.”
“My body isn’t normal,” Vash argues back.
“I’ve seen your feathers. You won’t scare me away,” Wolfwood stresses. “So what will it be?”
Vash fidgets. Wolfwood knows he’s different—has seen the scars and wings sprouting—showing this other side of him won’t hurt. “Yes.”
“Great.” Wolfwood shifts, swinging a leg between Vash’s thighs that brushes against his petals.
Vash chokes on a gasp, bucking at the pressure on his cunt without thinking, grabbing onto Wolfwood’s arm for purchase. He glares at the grinning man hovering above him. “Warn a guy would you?” he pants.
Wolfwood’s cheeky smile lingers before his eyes soften. “Just tell me if something doesn’t feel good.” He drags a hand down from Vash’s cheek to his chest, dragging his shirt up to graze his sensitive right nipple with a thumb, making him squirm. Wolfwood presses his thigh purposely against his cunt, pinning him down before leaning down next to his ear. “Let me take care of you,” he whispers.
Vash’s breath hitches when Wolfwood rests his other hand on his hip, encouraging him to move. He tentatively grinds on the muscle of Wolfwood’s thigh. The warmth of Wolfwood’s body fuels him to pick up the pace. Wolfwood hums in encouragement while his hand grazes his nipple, smoothing his balm over his scars with reverence. Vash gasps when Wolfwood kisses up his neck, placing a hard one on his jaw to work a bruise on his skin. He bears his skin to give him more room. The fabric of his briefs is chafing him but he doesn’t care as he cants his hips to find release with the help of Wolfwood’s grip, rubbing his throbbing cunt on hard muscle. He can feel Wolfwood’s hardness poking his leg, making him clench down nothing.
His hips start to burn and slows down his movements. He whines in frustration. “Wolfwood.” Vash rasps. Tears sting his eyes as pulls on Wolfwood’s shirt to get his attention. “It’s not enough. It’s not—”
Wolfwood kisses his cheek, making the feathers there perk up. “I got you.” The hand on his hip trails down, sliding under his briefs. His fingers graze his clit as he moves past it to pet his blooming core.
Vash comes just from Wolfwood’s fingers stroking his petals. He cries out, rocking his cunt against the ridges of the fingers continuing to tease him, slick further wetting his briefs and leaving a damp patch on Wolfwood’s pants. More pin feathers break through his skin as he loses himself.
Haze dissipating, he comes back to Wolfwood nuzzling the feathers on his neck.
“Good?” Wolfwood coos.
Vash hums pleasantly, eyes closed.
Wolfwood moves away, making Vash whine and wrap an arm around him to get him to stay, not wanting him to leave just yet. He wraps his legs around Wolfwood’s waist and forces him down onto his lower body. His cunt is still pulsing, asking for more. Wolfwood’s eyes widen.
Vash grips Wolfwood's shirt. “I’m sorry, I need—”
Wolfwood kisses his cheek to hush him which leaves Vash blushing. “Shh, it’s okay.”
He hushes another whine from Vash as he removes Vash’s soiled briefs, leaving them on the floor. Wolfwood shifts to lie on his side, bringing Vash close with a hand on his waist. Vash reddens from being exposed, the subject of Wolfwood’s gaze as he drips between his legs, his petals flushed and swollen. He presses his legs together but it doesn’t the mess.
The hand on his waist moves down to brush the sensitive tendrils on his thighs, causing Vash to tremble. Wolfwood lifts his thigh and drapes it over his own to expose his petals and hole. If Wolfwood is weirded out by how his cunt looks not human, he doesn’t voice it nor does he look repulsed. He lets out a hushed pretty as he stares hungrily at it. Vash reddens at the compliment.
Wolfwood brushes a thumb over Vash’s red cheek. “Feeling shy all of a sudden?”
Vash huffs, thighs twitching in annoyance. “Don’t be mean.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Not wasting any time, Wolfwood drags his hand from Vash’s thigh to between his legs to stroke his clit.
The agitation in Vash melts away as he lets out a moan and moves his hips.
“Good?” Wolfwood whispers next to him.
Vash nods, hiking his leg further up to encourage Wolfwood to move down where he needs him the most. Wolfwood follows, moving down to his petals. He plays with a petal between two fingers that has Vash squirming and leaking more slick on his hand. Enough indulging, Wolfwood dips a finger into his cunt with little resistance. Vash groans, grinding down on the thick finger impatiently.
Wolfwood thrusts his finger a few times before easily burying another inside, making Vash moan and clench around the thickness of the digits. He leans down to pants into Wolfwood’s neck as he matches the pace of the fingers fucking faster into him. Wolfwood slides a hand to the back of Vash's neck, scraping his nape with nails. Vash whines as the nails ignite his nerves and send sharp tingles down his back.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Vash babbles.
A third finger is added and Vash’s movements stutter, cunt pulsing around the digits at the stretch. Croaking his fingers, Wolfwood grinds deep inside Vash while his palm rubs at his bud. Too sharp teeth bite down on Wolfwood’s shoulder as Vash comes. He makes a mess on Wolfwood’s hand and his thighs again with some dripping on the sheets. Longer feathers erupt from his skin, bearing small wings and tendrils that flutter about with his shivers.
Wolfwood plays with his cunt into overstimulation, making Vash whine and nip his neck. He huffs as he removes his fingers. Vash whines again at the emptiness.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Wolfwood coos.
Vash puts up a fuss when Wolfwood moves away. Wolfwood shushes him with a kiss on the forehead and leaves the bed to grab a towel. He cleans Vash’s thighs and makes a short attempt at cleaning the bedsheet before tossing the towel into the bathroom. Vash grumbles when Wolfwood doesn’t come back to bed and strolls toward the items he left on the table.
“You gotta eat or else you’re gonna wither away. You still have a fever,” Wolfwood scolds.
He’s right. Vash would forgo eating during his heat sometimes. The pain and the aching need would overwhelm his hunger.
Wolfwood sits beside him on the bed to pass him a sandwich. Vash gingerly sits up to eat, nibbling on the food while Wolfwood eats his own. He startles when a hand touches a particular long tendril on his shoulder.
“Angel,” Wolfwood grins.
Vash flushes at the well-put nickname. He can’t argue back given his appearance with all the wings or the glee on Wolfwood’s face.
The rest of the day has Vash sleeping, only waking up when Wolfwood deems enough time has passed for him to eat or drink. Wolfwood cycles between lounging on the bed next to him, reading one of Vash’s old books, or leaving for a short smoke break. Vash cozies up next to him at every chance, wings reaching to wrap around him that seem to grow bigger as his heat progresses. He sleeps the day away hoping the lust disappears faster.
Vash ends up waking up in the middle of the night panting and sweating. He twists and turns, wings flopping around as he tries to find a comfortable position and go back to sleep. He can’t when his cunt throbs for attention. Slumping on his side, tears gather in his eyes out of frustration.
Before Vash listens to the whims of his body, Wolfwood rouses behind him. “Vash?”
Vash whines at having woken up Wolfwood. Arms wrap around his middle, dragging him to settle his back against Wolfwood’s chest.
“What’s wrong, angel?” Wolfwood mumbles into his nape.
Vash shakes at the feeling of Wolfwood touching his burning skin, pressing his legs together.
Wolfwood immediately knows what he needs, kissing his neck. “I got it.”
He holds Vash’s thigh and pulls it back, hooking it over his. Vash stays put as Wolfwood drags his hand up the inside of his thigh towards his petals. He slides two fingers inside his cunt. Vash gasps, clenching around the fingers. Moans spill out of him as Wolfwood thrusts his fingers, hips bearing down so they can reach deeper. Wolfwood other hand settles on his clit just as he adds a third finger into his hole. He sets a fast pace to give Vash the release he needs.
With both hands touching the right places, Vash doesn’t last long. He cries out, drenching both of Wolfwood’s hands. Fingers massage his walls until his heart stops racing. Vash sinks into the bed, mind drifting away as the heat subsides to a pleasant warmth. A rumbling sound escapes him.
He doesn’t notice the fingers slipping out of him or Wolfwood cleaning him with a towel, savouring the relief now that the heat has died down from his release. Arms come around him again and pull him towards a warm body. Vash purrs, rolling over to press his face into Wolfwood’s chest.
“Wake me up if you need anything, okay?” Wolfwood utters into his hair.
Vash whirs on, rubbing his face against Wolfwood with wings rustling around him. The sounds die down as he drifts off to sleep.
The second day has him slipping in and out of consciousness, struggling to stay lucid with the heat weighing his head down. Wolfwood continues to pass him food and water, helping him stay upright so he doesn’t fall over.
His heat spikes late mid-day. He grunts into the pillow as his groin throbs, too exhausted to do anything.
Wolfwood hears his muffled noises across the room. “Spikey?”
Vash lets out another pathetic noise into the pillow. Wolfwood walks over to investigate, dropping a hand into his hair. Vash immediately pushes up to the hand.
Wolfwood pets his hair to soothe him. “Need me to help?”
“Yeah,” Vash croaks.
Wolfwood pulls back the sheets draped over Vash’s wings and back. He turns Vash around to face him, seeing the flush painting his skin behind the feathers, and settles between his legs. Wolfwood rubs his hands down his thighs and looks down at the sopping cunt before him. Vash weakly bucks his hips, shamelessness gone in the face of his heat and Wolfwood’s attention.
“Let’s try something,” Wolfwood says to himself. “Tell me if you don’t like it.”
Vash’s muddled brain is confused. He’d like anything Wolfwood would give him. Before he can ask, a wet muscle brushes his clit, making him jolt. Vash looks down to see Wolfwood’s face hovering between his legs. Wolfwood meets his gaze.
“Okay?” Wolfwood asks, hot breath tickling his petals.
Vash groans. “Yes, please.”
Wolfwood spreads his legs, holding him down with hands gripping his thighs, and leans down to lap at his bud. Vash writhes, growing hotter from Wolfwood’s tongue stroking the most intimate part of him while his scruff tickles his petals. The muscle moves down, licking his petals before Wolfwood takes one into his mouth, playing with it. Vash drops a hand to grip Wolfwood’s hair for leverage as he keens. Wolfwood treats each delicate petal with care that has his cunt clenching and asking for the same attention.
Vash lifts his hips but Wolfwood holds him still. “Wolfwood, please,” he whimpers, tugging black hair with his hand.
Wolfwood stops his ministrations, letting out a, “You taste good.”
Vash doesn’t know what to do with that information besides growing wetter and panting in response.
Wolfwood at least listens to his plead when he drops his tongue over his cunt, licking up the slick and mouthing along his slit. He slides his tongue inside that has Vash biting back a moan. He can’t help but clamp down while Wolfwood massages his walls.
The heat of Wolfwood’s mouth brings him close to his peak. He snivels, tears collecting in his eyes. “I’m close, I’m—”
Wolfwood lets out a hum that vibrates directly into his cunt. Vash blanks out and comes. Wolfwood releases his legs, allowing Vash to wrap them around him and use the grip on his hair to bury his face further into his cunt. Vash rocks against Wolfwood’s mouth, soaking his face with his slick. Wolfwood continues rumbling into him through the waves of pleasure until Vash lies boneless on the bed.
Vash’s mind slows down, awareness slipping away. The heat between his legs leaves which has him letting out a sound of complaint, wanting the touch back, wanting Wolfwood. A hand touches his face, caressing a small wing there. He nuzzles into the palm, purring at the contact. The hand soon leaves and Vash grumbles waiting for it to come back.
Cloth touches his face instead, wiping his face from the tears that have escaped his eyes, then at the mess he made with his slick. Vash chirps at being cleaned, thankful. A weight settles beside him and Vash seeks the warmth of another body. He presses his face into Wolfwood’s neck, rumbling away.
Wolfwood brings him into an embrace, hands smoothing out the wings on his back. “How do you feel?”
He feels warm, the uncomfortable heat long gone. Vash answers with a hum amongst the rumbling noises his body is making. Searching for Wolfwood’s pulse point, he rests his ear against it and dozes off.
Vash is more coherent the next time he wakes up at dusk, which has Wolfwood deciding the bedsheets need to be changed. He protests about that, having to get up, but Wolfwood appeases him by picking him up and seating him on a chair by the table in front of the food. Vash realizes he’s starving so he eats without further complaint while Wolfwood goes about his task, dumping the dirty sheets in the bathroom and replacing the bed with new ones.
Vash comfortably rests on clean sheets afterwards, no longer lying in his dried sweat. Wolfwood sits on the floor with the Punisher disassembled, back facing him. He’s doing his routine checkup. Or he’s antsy.
With the heat currently not obscuring his head, Vash thinks about the last couple of days. He flushes at the multiple times Wolfwood has ‘helped’ him. Not once did he ask for something back or chase his own release while getting him off, seemingly content with ignoring his hardness. Maybe just an automatic response to helping him get off? Is he releasing aphrodisiacs without knowing? Or maybe Wolfwood doesn’t want him and is doing this out of the goodness of his heart. Something heavy sits in Vash’s stomach.
“Wolfwood.”
Wolfwood hums in response, distracted by his task.
Vash takes a deep breath. “I want to say thank you. And sorry you have to put up with this. It should be over soon.”
Wolfwood tsks, not putting up with his apology. “I offered so it’s all good.”
Vash pulls a face. “But you’re not getting anything out of it…” he mumbles.
“Not getting anything out of it?” Wolfwood repeats. “What do you mean by that?”
He wasn't supposed to hear that.
“You never…came,” Vash puts it lamely.
Wolfwood chokes. Vash’s face burns while Wolfwood gets his bearings. He braces for getting laughed at or rejected.
“Uh,” Wolfwood clears his throat. “I took care of it myself while you slept. Multiple times.”
Oh.
Vash sits up, feathers bristling. “I could’ve helped!”
“Not while you’re sick!” Wolfwood turns around, face red.
“The sickness is wanting to be fucked!” Vash blushes furiously. “By you,” he adds, feeling the need to clarify. He doesn’t trust anyone else, doesn’t want anyone else.
Wolfwood stares at him before turning back around. “I see.”
Vash lays back down, pulling the covers over his head to hide his red face. He hears Wolfwood mumble something, scrambling to put the Punisher together before standing. Vash tenses as Wolfwood walks over to the bed. The bed dips, Wolfwood climbing on to lie beside him. He pulls the sheet down to look at Vash with a soft smile.
“What’re you hiding for?” Wolfwood teases.
Vash’s eyes dart down. “Don’t tease a sick person.”
Wolfwood cups his cheeks to make him look up. “I meant what I said and I don’t regret helping.”
“I don’t want you forcing yourself.”
“I’m not, silly,” Wolfwood leans his forehead against his. Vash’s breath hitches. “I want to take care of you.”
Vash reddens at the sincerity of his words.
“Also, I like you but you’re too dense to figure that out even after I fingered you.”
Vash squawks. “How am I supposed to know?!”
Wolfwood rolls his eyes. “I don’t think many people help a buddy get off just for the hell of it, let alone help someone who’s in a heat like a Thoma.”
“I’m not a Thoma!” Vash glowers.
“You have feathers.”
“That’s not the point!”
Vash glares at Wolfwood’s shit-eating grin, wanting to wipe it off his face. So, he decides to kiss him. Wolfwood is shocked for a few seconds before he melts into it, moving his lips against his. Taking it further, he brings a hand to Vash’s nape and licks into his mouth, tongue brushing his own. Vash grips Wolfwood’s as he loses air as the kiss turns heated. Wolfwood keeps his head steady while he tastes Vash, tongue mapping out the inside of his mouth. Vash lets out a whine from the back of his throat in warning that he needs to tap out. He’s also growing wet from it without his heat coming after him.
Wolfwood releases him and wipes the spit from his lips with a broad smile. “Sorry, couldn’t resist.”
Vash hides his face in the pillow, red down his shoulders, grumbling but he’s happy despite Wolfwood being a bastard. Not forgetting Wolfwood's words moments earlier, he mumbles, “I like you too.”
Wolfwood laughs at his shyness, patting his head.
They settle on the bed after some time, once the teasing dies down. With Wolfwood beside him, Vash rests his head on his shoulder with a smile and falls asleep.
The third morning hits Vash the hardest.
Vash wakes up early in a heat-induced haze with his cunt pulsing and clenching around nothing. The emptiness almost hurts, making him cringe—the worst part of his heat. He shoves three fingers into his cunt, hoping it calms him. It doesn’t. It won’t now that his body prefers Wolfwood.
The man in question is sleeping beside him, dead to the world and to his problem. Vash gazes at him with want, looking between his face, hands, and crotch.
Wolfwood’s fingers and mouth get the job done but he needs something more.
With nothing but want driving him, Vash pulls off the covers and straddles Wolfwood. He pulls down both of Wolfwood’s pants and boxers in one go to reveal his soft dick. Wolfwood sighs in his sleep, none the wiser.
Vash shuffles upwards and spreads his legs to brush his slit against Wolfwood’s cock. He groans, rocking his hips and coating Wolfwood with his slick. Wolfwood lets out his own groan in his sleep and Vash feels him getting hard underneath him as he slides up and down, clenching around him. Petals loosely wrap around Wolfwood’s cock, a mind of their own as they guide him where Vash wants him the most. The head of Wolfwood’s cock catches on to Vash's entrance, making him grunt. He teases himself with it against his cunt before it breaches past his hole. The stretch makes him arch, wings fanning outwards as he sinks further down. Bottoming out, he lets out a low moan as his walls spasm around the hot length, the head of Wolfwood’s cock hitting him deep inside. The desperation of being filled is sated.
Vash lowers a hand to where he’s stretched, petals snugged around Wolfwood. A deep rumble emits from his chest and he comes at the feeling of being full. Slick spurts out of him, matting the hair on Wolfwood’s abdomen as he rides out his orgasm with a slow rock of his hips while his feathers quiver at his movements.
Slowing down after the pleasure subsides, he doesn’t move away. He stays seated, soaking in the heat of Wolfwood buried inside, keeping him full. He moves his hips again, searching for another high.
Vash opens his eyes to find Wolfwood staring at him.
He stills as realization creeps into his fuzzy brain, forcibly pushing back the heat that's clouding his thoughts. A sense of unease follows, making his eyes widen—he should’ve woken up Wolfwood but he was too impatient. He took what he wanted without Wolfwood offering.
“Sorry—” he moves to get off, limbs and wings shaking from the weight of his underhanded actions.
Hands grab his waist to keep him firmly in place. “Hey, hey.” Wolfwood sits up, sensing the waves of tension coming off of him. He kisses the feathers on Vash’s temple. “No need to get your feathers in a twist,” he whispers against his skin.
It takes a couple of seconds for Vash to get the joke, panic fading away. He settles down and leans his head on Wolfwood’s shoulder. “I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Wolfwood drags his hands down his thighs, making the feathers there stand up. “It was a nice wake-up call.”
Vash flushes, becoming aware of the throbbing length buried inside him. He squirms, making Wolfwood groan and grip his thighs harder.
“What do you need?” Wolfwood grunts in his ear.
Vash swallows. “I need you to fuck me.”
Wolfwood kisses jaw. “Sure thing.” He pulls out to flip them and takes off the rest of his clothes.
Vash whines at feeling empty. It’s cut short when Wolfwood spreads his thighs and thrusts back inside his cunt. He grips Wolfwood’s shoulder for leverage, arching when his cock slams into him where his fingers couldn’t reach. He clenches around Wolfwood, his length filling him up nicely, making him purr. Some feathers wrap themselves around Wolfwood. The headiness of his heat gradually takes control of his mind.
Wolfwood grunts from his walls clenching around him. He leans down to brush his lips against Vash’s panting mouth. “Relax.”
Vash tries to relax but the insatiable part of him is rearing its head again. He lets out a weak, “Please.”
Wolfwood brushes a hand on his cheek. “I’ll take care of you.”
Planting an arm on the bed, Wolfwood grinds his cock inside him, making Vash writhe. Then he snaps his hips at a harder pace and Vash sobs, taking what Wolfwood will give him. Kisses are dropped across his face and down his neck, over his feathers that make him tremble, soothing him when he keens.
It doesn’t take him long to get close to the edge. He digs his nails into Wolfwood’s skin.
“Nick!” Vash gasps. He starts putting up a fuss, wings flailing close to his release.
The arm on the bed moves to pin a wing down while the other slides from Vash’s hip to rub his clit with a thumb. Vash lurches, coming with a cry and spilling slick on Wolfwood’s cock and between their bodies. Wolfwood fucks him through it, drawing out the pleasure, pulling out more sounds from him.
Wolfwood stills when Vash melts down on the bed. Vash's heat-filled brain waits for Wolfwood to do the same but nothing happens. He’s not satisfied without Wolfwood coming.
Vash clenches around the still throbbing length inside him, tears prickle his eyes. “You too,” he pleads, rocking himself against Wolfwood’s cock. He shivers at the overstimulation.
Wolfwood groans, sweat collecting on his forehead from holding back his own pleasure. He grabs his hips to stop his movements, kissing the sob threatening to leave Vash’s mouth. “I know sweetheart but I want more. Can you do that for me?”
Vash looks at him dazed. Yes, he can do more. He wants to be good for Wolfwood.
Wolfwood pulls out and replaces his cock with three fingers. Vash inhales sharply at the digits filling him, tightening around them, making slick drip past them and down to the sheets. A thumb caresses his swollen bud. Vash closes his eyes, mind blank while Wolfwood fingers him at a languid pace.
“Look at me, angel.”
Vash opens his eyes, seeing Wolfwood gazing at him with adoration. He brings a hand around Wolfwood’s nape and draws him close to press his lips against his. Wolfwood indulges him, slipping his tongue inside his mouth while he fucks him with his fingers. Vash moans into the kiss.
With another thrust, Vash shudders into his orgasm, not as strong as the previous but it leaves his mind floating, boneless on the bed.
Removing his wet fingers from his cunt, Wolfwood gently lifts him back to his lap, letting him lean on his front while he cools down. Vash trills when he pets his sides.
Wolfwood noses his head. “Are you okay?”
Vash hums happily, body thrumming with contentment. “Want you inside.” He nuzzles into Wolfwood’s neck—Wolfwood did a good job at making him less frantic.
Wolfwood kisses his temple with a, “Of course,” before raising his hips. The head of his cock nudges Vash’s entrance before sliding in. Vash sighs when Wolfwood slides home, cunt fluttering and full again.
Wolfwood slides his hands down his thighs, then back up to his sides, leaving goosebumps and feathers rippling. “Feeling good?”
Vash chirps as he wiggles his hips, nibbling into the skin between Wolfwood’s neck and shoulder. They don’t move, savouring a quiet moment. Wolfwood continues to drag his hands across Vash’s body—his legs, sides, back, over his scars. He dips down between their bodies, teasing his on of his petals. Vash grunts, biting into Wolfwood’s shoulder while bucking towards the fingers. He braces himself on Wolfwood's shoulder and grinds down, rocking back and forth on Wolfwood’s cock.
Wolfwood squeezes his sides. “Ready?”
“Yes, want you, please—”
Vash raises his hips while Wolfwood holds him, leaving the tip of his cock inside before slamming down. Vash arches, sighing at the feeling of getting filled repeatedly. Wolfwood fits perfectly inside him. He spreads his legs wider and fucks himself on Wolfwood’s cock.
Wolfwood mouths along his bare neck. “That’s it, take what you want.”
Vash sniffles—he wants all of him. Tears leave his eyes. He redoubles his efforts, clumsily meeting Wolfwood’s thrust, trying to milk his release with walls spasming around his cock. He needs it, he needs Wolfwood to give him everything he has.
With his orgasm approaching, desperation kicks in again, thighs burning from bouncing. He needs Wolfwood to come first. Vash slings an arm around Wolfwood, wings following to wrap him in an embrace. “Wolfwood, I need you—Ah!” A sharp thrust from Wolfwood hits him and throws him off-kilter.
Wolfwood moans at the tight heat around him. He slides a hand behind Vash, tugging one of his wings, making him cry out. “Tell me.”
“Inside,” Vash gasps. “Come inside me.”
Wolfwood's cock twitches inside him from his words. With a bruising grasp on his thighs, Wolfwood thrusts up into Vash’s cunt a few times before coming, growling into his ear.
Vash heaves at the overwhelming heat spreading inside him along with Wolfwood’s cock pulsing. With the warmth of his release and the need to be bred finally satisfied, Vash tips over the edge. He bites into Wolfwood’s shoulder, muffling his groans as pleasure overcomes his senses. Hot slick gushes out of cunt, further messing their bodies. Possessive hands move across his body and sensitive feathers, exciting his nerves further. He rocks his hips until the pleasure turns into overstimulation. Exhausted and satisfied, Vash collapses onto Wolfwood.
Vash's consciousness slips into a pleasant daze. He hardly registers the hands on him, more soothing than possessive this time, caressing and ruffling his skin and plumage. Lips accompany the hands as they brush his sweaty nape. Vash rumbles at the tingling sensation, purring under Wolfwood’s care.
Hands hold his face, drawing him back. Vash looks at Wolfwood blearily through the haze.
Wolfwood brushes a thumb over his mole. “How’re you holding up?”
Vash hums with a sleepy smile, words far away as he pushes through the hands to rub his face into Wolfwood’s neck. A huff escapes Wolfwood.
Vash makes a sad noise when Wolfwood moves, slipping out of him. Fluids drip out of him and he fusses with a flap of his wings. Wolfwood appeases him with a kiss on the head as he’s laid down, making Vash settle down so he can leave for a moment. The thirty seconds without Wolfwood has Vash falling into a light doze.
He twitches when fabric touches him between the legs, wiping up the mess they made. Once cleaned, strong arms lift and carry him somewhere.
When Vash comes back to awareness, he finds himself sitting in a bathtub with warm water up to his chest. The same arms that carried him are around his middle while the man behind him noses his temple.
Vash turns, reciprocating by pushing his face into Wolfwood’s cheek.
“Welcome back,” Wolfwood chuckles
Vash hums, content with rubbing his face against Wolfwood, his body still letting out a rumbling sound.
Wolfwood pets his back. “Your wings are gone.”
Vash pauses—his wings are indeed gone, no longer hanging behind him. There are still leftover patches of feathers across his skin but not as much as earlier. “My heat is going away.”
“I miss them,” Wolfwood says forlornly.
Vash ignores him in favour of leaning back and soaking in the warmth of the bath and Wolfwood’s body. He'll relax a few more minutes before washing up.
Wolfwood has other plans. After a beat of silence, he adds, “So you do call it a heat.”
Vash sighs—Wolfwood is lucky that he likes him.