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It had been days since Jesus had been resurrected and reunited with his lovers in heaven. They had been apart for barely a blink of time in the presence of eternity, yet it had felt like forever. Forever was not enough with their Jesus, and they had been eager for his return.
Although, with a human body came certain needs. It was not a need to eat or drink, but of lust. A heat.
Jesus was in heat. God and The Holy Spirit didn't know what to make of it.
Everyone credited them towards the creation of humanity, but really, it was the work of low-level angels. Who would waste time creating something when you could just take credit for another's work? Right?
So, the idea of omegas was entirely new to the pair.
The air stunk with a thick smell, flooding the air. Immediately upon stepping into Jesus's room, they were hit with it, along with the sight of the destroyed room.
The blankets had been torn off the bed, covering the floor, along with any and all clothes. It was a mess of fabrics and in the center was Jesus.
His hair stuck to his forehead and the back of his neck. Sweat dripped down his skin, glistening in the sun.
"Jesus? What is wrong?" The Holy Spirit questioned, approached the panting omega.
Their form was everything but nothing at all. All knowledge, all life, in one.
Jesus just groaned, slumping even deeper into his nest.
The shapeless nothing brushed the hair from his face.
"He's clearly ill. Probably caught some damn bird-flu from the angels." God's voice filled the room. It would have shattered the windows, had the glass been glass at all.
His heavenly body was like sunlight, His presence flooding every space it went. Enormous in it's entirety.
"I'm... I'm fine..." Jesus groaned. "It's just a heat."
God looked around the room, observing the mess. "A heat?"
"Yeah, y'know..."
"Of course." He did not know.
"How can we help?" The Holy Spirit questioned again, voice speaking directly into Jesus's mind. It was melodic, an orchestra that only the heavenly trinity could understand.
Zir form hovering around, almost flickering in it's concern.
"Can you... touch me?"
"Touch you?" God's heavenly body flickered, confused.
"Yeah, I just- ngh, please..."
"We do not-" "We can do that." God cut The Holy Spirit off, approaching the nest.
"Please..." Fresh sweat dripped anew down his face, his clothes sticking to his body. He tried to pull himself up on shaky arms, but failed.
Jesus presented eagerly, baring his throat, practically begging for any possible touch. His hips ground down against nothing.
"How?" The Holy Spirit patted Jesus's neck, looking for any sign that they were doing it properly.
"Just.. ugh." He couldn't find the words, with his head as foggy as it was.
"Ooh you need to be 'touched by The Holy Spirit', as humans say."
The Holy Spirit flooded into him, filling his soul. They speared him, their bodies flowing into one. The light blinded Jesus, flooding the room.
The grandeur of their shared form was breathtaking, and entirely overwhelming to Jesus's human body. To be filled in every crevice, his mind could do little more than ride along the wave of pleasure.
His body shuddered, and involuntarily, his bladder loosened.
The Holy Spirit tasted it, as it tasted everything, along with Jesus's sweat. The taste bloomed across it's senses, salty with a hint of spice.
It was pleasurable, if ze even knew what that was.
"He needs to be...what is the word...fucked." God's form, more humanoid than that of the former, settled at Jesus's side. One of His fingers reached out, hovered around, before poking his belly button.
"Is this acceptable?" The Holy Spirit flitted around the room, filling the space. It felt the weight behind Jesus's ragged breaths and the need pulsing through his body.
"Not really."
"Perhaps you should do it again, God."
He did. No change.
Really, it didn't feel like anything. Just a finger in his belly button.
"Is it...I think that's the wrong hole." Ze chirped, still flitting around. For what reason? We don't know.
"Wrong? I'm never wrong." God's finger pumped in and out of Jesus's bellybutton. Still nothing.
Jesus's face burned. He didn't know how to correct God, or really, himself. Instead, he just laid there. Any arousal had dissipated, leaving him with a limp dick.
At least he felt somewhat normal again.
"See? It worked."
"Was that good?" The Holy Spirit asked, voice lilting excitedly. Ze observed every angle of Jesus's expression,
"I think so." God affirmed.
"Good!"
"It was...good. Of course." There was a faint throbbing at his temples, a promise of a migraine. His thighs and back ached, his scent glands still longing for a bite.
His lovers saw it all.
"Maybe the angels could make us human bodies? That would soothe you, yes?"
"But that defeats the point of him, doesn't it?" God sniffed. The humans had taken to the resurrection and The Holy Spirit far better than expected.
More than any of God's works, the ungrateful sods.
"I suppose...but then, what do we do?"
"We're God. We do whatever we want."
"Yessss...but what?"
By now, Jesus had a full blown migraine.
The Holy Spirit shut the curtains, blocking all light. A glass of water and a delightful human thing called 'aspirin'.
"Ass-aspir? In."
"It's aspirin. Even I know that and it hasn't been invented yet."
"Oh."
Jesus readily took it, popping the pill dry. It thankfully worked fast, fending off the worst of the migraine. Now, he just wanted to rest near his lovers.
"C'mere."
They both did, eagerly resting near his side.