#DHWeekNSFW24

[vampyrsutton]

Stuffed Bird

Summary:

When Hawks gets stuck in a wall, Dabi offers some fun.

Ao3 Tags:

Stuck in a Wall, Multiple Orgasms, Clones, Clone Sex, multiple rounds, The Turkey Has Been Stuffed, Double Penetration, Spit Roasting, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Little Shit, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, cum stuffing, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings

Notes:

For Day 4 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

NSFW Prompt: Stuck-In-A-Wall

Hawks is officially beyond done with this fucking mission.

Infiltrate the League. They had said. 

It will be easy for someone of your level. They had said. 

Well, what about when he starts catching feelings for the local arsonist and starts to feel at home with the misfits he calls colleges, huh? What then?

He gets thrown through a wall at three in the morning trying to keep Toga safe on a side of town he’s not supposed to be on leaving him unable to radio for help with even his naked wing nubs protruding too much to be able to get himself free. 

Miraculously he wasn’t being crushed, but actually trying to escape threatened that so he was stuck until Toga returns with help. He sighs, watching another dust mote drift around the store room his upper half was stuck in while his feathers remained vigilant protecting his backside that was facing the alley.

Just not vigilant enough apparently, because somehow, like always since he and the arsonist started getting close, Dabi manages to sneak up behind him, making Hawks give a squawk from inside the store room when his lower back is caressed. “Who-” His feathers pick up on the familiar heartbeat. “Dabi! Stop messing with me and help me out, dammit!

Dabi chuckles lowly, fingers heating up slightly to relax the hero. “Calm down, birdie, you know I’m not strong enough to get you out of there. You’re gonna have to wait for Spinner and Twice to come dig you out. I was just nearby so came to keep you company.” 

Hawks curses, trying not to slump and risk his precarious situation changing. “Well, how long will that take?” 

Hawks’s feathers sense Dabi's shrug. “We’re on the other side of the prefecture so probably around two hours, maybe less. It’s hard to say.” It’s Hawks himself that can sense the smirk now. “You’re lucky I was in recruiting in the area. Especially with your back exposed like this. It would be too easy for someone to come and take advantage of your situation.”

“You mean like you’re about to suggest we do?” Hawks deadpans, really not in the mood for Dabi’s dramatics at the moment. “Normal bondage not enough for you?”

“Aw, come on, birdie, what’s got your feathers all ruffled?” Dabi asks as though Hawks isn’t stuck in a wall! 

“Hmmm, I don’t know, Dabi.” Hawks snips sarcastically. “Maybe its the fact that I’m running on four hours of sleep and a coffee, it's a little chilly, and, oh yeah, I. Am. Stuck. In. A. Wall like some doujin or something! Excuse me for not plastering on the PR smile that you can’t see anyway.” He mutters, crossing his arms on the other side. “And my connection is try to use it to act out one of those doujin.”

“Ouch, back down to connection.” Dabi hisses in amusement. “Harsh. And here I was just trying to help you pass the time. Are you not the least bit curious?”

Hawks is silent for a moment.

Well, now he is. 

“Dammit, Dabi,” Hawks mutters, able to sense the smirk grow from the amused hum. “Fine. You have lube?” 

“With how much we fuck in random warehouses?” Dabi snickers and Hawks feathers can hear something uncap. “What kind of amateur do you take me for?”

Hawks mutters just to be pissy before letting a feather slip in the cracks to protect his middle while Dabi gets his flight pants down. He shivers slightly at the sudden chill, but it’s quickly replaced by the sometimes sweltering heat that just comes with being around Dabi in general.

“Your tail feathers are coming back in,” Dabi notes, running a warm finger over a vein in one of the still-small feathers. “They’re cute.”

Hawks flushes on the other side of the wall at how the feathers raise in invitation and tattle about how nice it feels. Hawks had been forced to pluck them for so long that he didn’t remember what they feel like so they’re incredibly sensitive, and the heat of Dabi’s fingers on them might be one of his favourite things if it wouldn’t make the villain so smug. 

“And so responsive.” Dabi drawls, gripping them lightly. “I wonder if I’ll be able to use them like a handle when they’re their full size. Or even…”

Hawks can’t hold back a croon when Dabi drags his warm hand up the feathers like he would Hawks’ sick and it has a similar effect with how sensitive they are. “D-Dabi!”

He was suddenly regretting listening to Spinner’s mutant positivity since it was currently being used against him. 

Dabi hums questioningly, but he knows exactly what he’s doing and they both know it. “Yeah, those are going to be fun.” 

“I will go back to plucking them if you’re going to use them for evil.” Hawks warns only to pout when he is laughed at instead. 

“Probably shouldn’t let a villain fuck you then if you don’t want evil involved.” Dabi points out as Hawks’ feathers pick up the wet sound of lube. “And with such a tempting little toy twitching in front of me? It’d be cruel to both of us to deny myself that.”

Hawks just huffs, swatting at him with one of the feathers he had sent out to guard him and scowling when Dabi just laughs. His scowl very quickly turns to an embarrassed moan when trying to cover Dabi’s mouth with the feather earns him the drag of warm tongue and stitches right along the sensitive vein that makes his wings tremble on the side of the wall that most of him is on. “Fuuu- I’m still killing that doctor if I get my hands on him, but he definitely deserves a thanks for that little enhancement.”

Dabi smirks against the retreating feather, nipping at it before his lube-slicked hand returns to Hawks’ exposed ass. “Haven’t had a complaint yet. Ready?”

Hawks just lets his tail feathers rise more in invitation before shuddering when a warm finger prods his rim before sinking in. “Fuck.”

“Soon.” Dabi agrees, working his finger in slowly and keeping the temperature just right that Hawks can’t seem to help but relax around him. “Good boy. You open up so easily for me now, don’t you?”

Hawks’s face flushes on the other side of the wall as he tries not to squirm and shift the rubble. It was weird not being able to see Dabi. He can feel him—would know those hot fingers anywhere and especially inside him—but not being able to see him creates a weird sort of disconnect that sets off his fight or flight while also being strangely hot. His feathers puff up as another finger is added, beginning to properly work Hawks open, but if Dabi isn’t talking and Hawks ignores the familiar feelings through his feathers, it could be anyone back there and it makes him panic as much as it makes his wings tremble in interest. 

The hot hands and low, mean laugh combined with the distinct sound that his dramatic ass coat made, however, leaves no doubt in his mind who was behind him opening him up to use as a fuck hole and makes him hold in a coo when Dabi crooks his fingers just right to still drag a moan out of him. The villain is quick and efficient as though Hawks is nothing more than a glory hole or a toy, getting him stretched open without any of his usual pretty or mean words, but still using every trick he knows to get Hawks to open up for him with ease and for some reason that has Hawks hotter and more embarrassed than the villain’s dirty talk ever has. He's a top hero dammit, and here he was about to be used like a common whore. 

He hopes Dabi doesn't notice how his cock twitches between his legs or he’ll never hear the end of it. It'll be the topic of back alley tryst for months, whispered about filthily in his ear as he's fucked, and dammit, what has Dabi done to him that the mere thought turns him on so much? 

“For someone who was bitching so much just a few minutes ago, you sure are responsive now.” Dabi smirks as he pulls his fingers out of Hawks and smears the excess lube down the hero's dick just to make him choke on a moan. “Look at how hard you are. And so sensitive too. Tell me, hero, what's got you so worked up?” He asks as he starts undoing his belt and pulls down his zipper, watching Hawks' hole clench around nothing. “It's only been a week, have you really missed me that much?” 

Hawks groans, knowing the silence is too good to be true. “Just get on with it. I wanna get out of this wall and I doubt Spinner and Twice want a show whenever they get here.” 

Dabi just chuckles lowly, squirting more lube over Hawks' hole to make a mess more than anything and smearing some on his pierced cock as he lines up. “I doubt they'd care, and I owe Spinner some scarring for fucking Natsuo on the couch last week.” He hums, only sounding slightly annoyed as he drags his cock over Hawks' puckering hole just to see him shiver and hear him coo. “One of Twice’s voices might even ask to join in and what would you do then, hmm? You're stuck. Stuck in a wall with your ass to the world just begging to be fucked. You mentioned doujin, I think I have a marker somewhere. Can leave tallies on your ass as a little reminder. How does that sound?” 

Hawks tries to ignore how his wings puff in interest. It's not like it’d be the first time he was passed around the League, but unless they spoke, he wouldn't know who was fucking him until they were already inside and something about it sent a shiver through him and made his cock pulse with need. 

“Oh, you like that idea, don't you?” Dabi taunts. “We could make that happen, you know? Let Shiggy disintegrate a hole in the wall to stuff you in. Wonder if we could get a nomu involved? Though that would probably fuck you through the wall and I don't really want my birdie broken either.” Dabi hums in thought, unaware Hawks is definitely putting a pin in that for later. “Oh well.”

That’s all the warning Hawks gets before he chirps as Dabi starts pushing in with a curse, being merciless with each piercing that pops past Hawks' rim and grinds against his prostate. His wings knock shit off of shelves as they fly out and tremble, but Hawks pays it no mind as he's filled, Dabi as big as ever but giving him barely any time to get used to the feeling like back when they first started fucking months before. It burns a bit, both from the too-fast stretch and the heat, but fuck if Hawks hadn't missed it a little. 

“So fucking tight.” He hears Dabi hiss on the other side of the wall as probably his forehead thuds against the bricks. “Only your ass hanging out like this, it's like fucking a sex toy. Like one of those fake asses you can get? Hmm, wonder if you'll last longer than my last one.” He chuckles lowly.

Hawks opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, but Dabi's already pulling his cock back out to slam it back in and Hawks cries out at the feeling. He digs his talons into the bricks around him, moaning as he's taken hard and fast, used like nothing more than a toy without any regard for his own pleasure which really shouldn't be as hot as it is but neither should fucking a villain be. 

“Dabi!” He moans, boots scraping against bricks as he tries to find some sort of leverage to thrust back against him, but that risked knocking bricks loose so he had to just dangle there like a good little fleshlight and take it. “Fuck! Harder!” 

Dabi chuckles meanly, hot hands gripping Hawks' hips almost enough to burn and definitely tight enough to bruise as he chases his own pleasure, squelching and slapping echoing in the alley as he abuses the hero’s lube sloppy hole like it was made for it. He grants his request for harder but does so under the stipulation of avoiding his prostate altogether just to hear Hawks chitter in frustration as Dabi enjoys the power trip. Hawks will use his safe words if there's an actual problem so until then, Dabi doesn't see a problem in having a little fun. It's been a while since he's fucked the blond rough and hard, and the hero knows Dabi will take care of him in the end either way. 

“Shit, birdie, you're squeezing me like you plan to take my dick off. That's not quick release like my mouth, you know?” Dabi chuckles morbidly as he continues pounding into his birdie. “But if you want my cock that badly, I'll be sure to give you Every. Last. Centimetre.” He growls, thrusting harder with each word against Hawks’ prostate before going back to avoiding it.

Hawks chirps and moans, feathers digging into the wall between them as they sharpen along with the ones outside if Dabi’s startled curse is anything to go by. 

“Hey, watch it! I thought I trained you out of trying to slice me to ribbons!” Dabi warns, smacking Hawks’ ass to get another chirp out of him and make him tighten around his cock. “Behave or I actually use you like a cum dump, and don’t let you cum.”

Hawks squawks in outrage, wings flapping against the wall. “Dabi!”

“Are you going to behave?” Dabi asks lowly, having stopped all movement. 

Hawks chitters, trying to squirm for stimulation, but he feels the wall shift around him and decides that’s a bad idea before slumping. “I’ll behave.”

“Good boy,” Dabi smirks before giving his ass another smack before starting to fuck him like he plans to break him. “Keep your word and you might actually get to cum this round.”

Hawks cries out as he’s fucked, feathers needing to fly around to help stabilise the wall even as he manages to snort. “You and what stamina, bacon bits?”

Normally, that would piss Dabi off and get Hawks fucked stupid just to prove a point because despite not being able to run more than a block without needing to find a place to hide and wheeze, Dabi definitely made up for it in the bedroom. Now though? Now he just laughs in a way that makes feathers sharpen again. “I think the ‘and what army’ would have been more accurate, pretty bird.”

Hawks chirps in confusion, too busy getting fucked to really try to piece it together until a hand cards through his hair to make him look up into the familiar turquoise eyes smirking down at him. “What the-”

“Like I said,” the new Dabi smirks, “‘and what army’. Did you forget Twice’s quirk and that Kurogiri exists?” 

Hawks blinks slowly before flushing red because he had, in fact, forgotten both of those things pretty much the second Dabi suggested this. “No?” He lies before realising, “Wait, why the hell am I still in the wall?!”

He can hear both Dabis and several more laughing and his feathers twitch trying to count. “You’re stuck in the perfect position to be our good little fuck toy, and we weren’t supposed to at least try?” The Dabi in front of him laughs. “If you had said no, Kurogiri would have already been portalling you out, but since you said yes~” 

Hawks tries to look away in embarrassment, but the hand in his hair prevents that so he’s stuck looking up at Dabi as he’s fucked hard from behind by possibly a clone of the same man. “So…uh…which one is the real one?” He asks, moaning as Dabi grinds along his prostate again. 

The Dabi in front of him smirks. “Tell you what, birdie.” He starts as he undoes his belt and unzips his pants until his cock can prod Hawks’ lips. “If you can guess, you can cum and rest. If you can’t, then you can still cum, but we keep going until you figure it out or pass out. Whichever comes first.” He tilts his head predatorily as he strokes himself to full hardness. “How does that sound?”

It sounds like a terrible deal is how it sounds. Hawks knows how good Twice is with his quirk, and that every clone will have the same memories as the others up until they’re given autonomy. That’s a game he’s guaranteed to lose. 

Unfortunately, he’s always been too fast for his own good, and that includes his mouth. “Deal.”

Dabi grins like the cat that caught the canary as he pulls blond hair and the Dabi outside thrusts harder to make Hawks cry out. “Don’t even think of backing out, slut. Now open up.”

Hawks shudders, opening his mouth wide to let the villain inside before moaning as his mouth is filled with cock and at the knowledge that Dabi is spit-roasting him by himself. 

Normally he would get to lick and suck some or at least enjoy the weight of his cock and the feel of his piercings, but much like the Dabi outside with his ass, the one in front of him seems to be set on using him and immediately starts fucking Hawks face, only readjusting when he gags a little too hard to be considered sexy, but not once stopping. This leaves Hawks getting brutally fucked and stuffed full at both ends by the same, and fuck, Hawks did not know this was a thing for him but it has his cock aching to be touched as he moans. 

Having already started before the other was even revealed, it doesn’t take much longer for the Dabi outside to start getting sloppy, gripping Hawks’ hips tight and burying himself to the hilt as he cums hard inside the hero. Hawks feels the wall shift slightly when Dabi has to pull his hands away to not burn Hawks, but Hawks can’t really be bothered to care until a feather hears a marker uncap.

…

He feels a line being drawn on his ass. 

…

This fucker did not just put a tally on his ass!

The Dabi in front of him must realise that Hawks figured it out because he laughs at the mortification in Hawks’ eyes. “We told you we brought a marker.” He smirks. He doesn’t bother stopping to let Hawks respond, still fucking Hawks’ throat as another Dabi lines up to push into Hawks’ already sloppy hole and makes him moan around the cock in his mouth. 

Hawks had considered the fact that Twice’s clones were impeccable. He had considered Dabi maybe lying about who was the real one. What he had failed to consider is that he just wouldn’t be given a chance to answer and would instead remain stuck in the wall being used as Dabi’s fuck doll until he passed out or tapped out and he manages an honestly pathetic warble at the realisation. 

“Aww, what’s wrong, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him coos mockingly. “Did you finally realise what you signed up for?”

A choked chirp manages to escape that quickly turns into another moan as his eyes roll back when the new Dabi behind him starts targeting his prostate rather than avoiding it, both Dabi’s laughing at the little display as Hawks tightens around the one in his ass. He hopes Dabi didn’t expect him to hold out because there was no way he was going to last like this. 

Sure enough, it’s not long before Hawks tenses up, his feathers trembling as he tries to hold off on cumming, and manages to focus his eyes enough to see Dabi smirking down at him. “What’s wrong, baby bird? Are you about to cum?” The smirk grows when Hawks makes an affirmative noise. “You haven’t even guessed yet. Hmmm, tell you what. If you can get it right right now, you can cum and we’ll finally get you out. If not, then we get to keep fucking you even after you do. How does that sound?” Just repeating the original deal in slightly different words, knowing Hawks is too desperate to notice.

Hawks groans, knowing he’s being set up but snaps once for yes, gasping when the Dabi in front of him finally pulls out of his throat. He hadn’t even been properly fucking his face, just lazily grinding and making Hawks cock warm him. 

“Well, pretty bird? Who is it?” Dabi hums, leering down at him in amusement. “The first one, me, the second one, or do you think I’m still waiting?”

Hawks coughs, trying to clear his head enough to think with the second Dabi still targeting his prostate, but it was difficult when everything in him was torn between cumming and not cumming, and what was the question again? 

As though to remind him, the Dabi behind him gives another slow grind against his prostate that makes his toes curl in his dangling boots as he croons.

“Well, baby bird?” The Dabi in front of him prods with a wicked smirk. “Who's it gonna be?” 

Hawks groans, shaking his head to try to clear it, but the Dabi outside seems dead set on keeping him cock dumb and he moans instead, making another stupid decision. “I still get to cum if I don't figure it out?” He croaks, voice gravely from being face fucked and used as a cock sleeve.

Dabi grins wickedly, nodding. “As much as you want, but we don't stop until we're done.” He confirms.

Hawks chirps at another deliberate grind against his sensitive bundle of nerves and barely holds off cumming. “First one. Fuck it. Just let me-” 

Dabi’s smirk widens, shaking his head and making a buzzer noise. “EHH! Sorry, birdie, guess you're ours to play with.” He laughs as he grips Hawks’ hair again before going back to bullying his throat. “You can cum now though.” 

That's honestly all Hawks cares about as he moans and warbles around the cock in his mouth and cums hard over his barely pulled-down pants and onto the ground with the next pass over his prostate that leaves his ears ringing with the intensity. 

True to their word, however, the Dabi’s don’t stop. 

None of them do. 

Hawks hasn’t even finished cumming and the Dabi behind him is this fucking him like it’s all Hawks is good for as the one in front of him continues to alternate between fucking his throat and using him as a cock warmer. The approximately three seconds he is allotted for post-nut clarity tells him that he is an idiot, and the one in front of him is probably his, but then the one behind him is adding to the mess the first one already left in his ass and kind of shorts out his brain when he decides to cum right against his prostate. 

Was one of them sucking on a surveillance feather? One was definitely playing with one like a cherry stem sans actually twisting it, but it was mind-numbingly distracting all the same. 

And he had agreed to all of them.

There’s barely a second humiliating tally on his ass before another one is sliding in. The sane part of him really wishes he could concentrate enough to figure out how many were out there, but he’s already having a hard enough time remembering how not to choke on Dabi’s cock so how many times he’s fucked quickly becomes the least of his concerns so long as he gets to cum. They’re leaving tallies anyway, he can just count them later if he remembers how. 

With the ways they’re fucking him though? Yeah, he’ll be lucky if he remembers his old name. 

It’s by the fourth Dabi in his ass that he starts losing track of what’s happening to him. His throat is sore and his ass is aching, but his head is perfectly fuzzy as the Dabi in front of him plays with his nipples, and two of the Dabis behind him are figuring out how to get a boot off of him to be able to spread his legs wider. It’s when the fifth and sixth enter start trying to enter him at the same time that he cries out with another orgasm and loses all sense of time from there. 

They’re so fucking big and stuff him so full. How they’re managing to move him around without affecting the building Hawks doesn’t know but having so many piercings grinding against his sensitive walls so thoroughly has his eyes rolling back on a moan. 

It's hours before they’re finally done with him, and Hawks doesn’t know if it's a continuous stream of different Dabi’s or the same few over and over, but he’s nearly unconscious in the wall and has been coming dry for a while. 

“How you doing, pretty bird?” The Dabi in front of him asks, holding his cheek carefully, running his thumb over the apples.

Hawks blinks at him slowly before smiling goofily in a daze. “You’re my Dabi, aren’t you?” 

Dabi grins wickedly though there is a tone of fondness in bright turquoise eyes. “Took you long enough.” He snickers, leaning forward to kiss Keigo’s dick-swollen lips and teasingly lick up some of the drool to hear him chirp. “Or did you just want fucked stupid?”

Hawks hums, doing his best to nuzzle into the finally gentle touches. “I figured it out a little after my wrong answer.” He admits. “But you changed the rules to one guess.”

Dabi chuckles, kissing Keigo again just to get another chirp. “Catch the did you, birdie? Yeah, thought running a train on you with just me sounded kind of hot.” He shrugs, grinning wolfishly. “I can’t wait to see what state your ass is in. I bet we had to use both cheeks. 

Hawks’ face flames as bright as the wings he suddenly tries to hide in. “Did not!” He squawks, honestly having no clue. “How many of you were there anyway?” 

“Hmmm, eight total, including me.” Dabi hums after a moment of thought. “But who knows how many rounds they went. I couldn’t really count from in here, and you didn’t look like you were keeping track.” He says with a tone of amusement.

Hawks just chuckles breathlessly. “Yeah, counting wasn’t an option. Numbers are imaginary, right?”

Dabi snorts at Hawks’ raspy mumbling, petting through blond hair soothingly to get a chirp. “Ready to get out of the wall, baby bird? Access the damage?”

“There is cum leaking out of my ass, Dabs. I have an idea.” Hawks mumbles. “But yes I want out of the wall. My ribs and stomach hurt.”

“Yeah, I wonder why.” Dabi snickers before standing up, and calling to the other side of the wall as he pulls his phone out to start texting. “If you assholes are done basting the turkey, get his pants pulled up and his belt back on! Kurogiri is on his way.”

Hawks doesn’t know whether to huff about being called a turkey or laugh about Dabi calling himself an asshole, but he does chirp when what he quickly realises is a plug gets shoved in his hole and squirms. “Dabi!”

“Do you want cum leaking in your pants?” Dabi smirks, ruffling Hawks’ hair as the blond pouts and Dabi presses send. It’s just as his belt is being refastened that he hears a familiar sigh from outside. 

“Are you finished defiling our friend here?” Kurogiri asks in his usual even tone. 

“Yup. All wrapped and ready for transport.” A Dabi outside smirks before patting Hawks’ spanked sore rear and making him yelp. 

“Hmm, somehow I doubt there was any wrap involved, but as long as you are both clean, very well.” Kurogiri hums seconds before darkness envelopes Hawks and deposits him on Dabi’s bed with a groan. 

Fuck, he hurt. Just how much did they fuck him?

It takes a few minutes, but eventually, Dabi comes through a portal of his own looking way too smug about the state Hawks is in. “Have fun, pretty bird?”

“My ass hurts and my legs feel like jelly.” Hawks pouts, scowling when Dabi just laughs. 

“Oh, calm down feathers, you knew how to tap out,” Dabi smirks as he comes over to the bed to pet through blond hair and make Hawks trill grumpily. “Want a bath? Twice managed to fix the water heater at this one.”

Hawks hums, his already tired body easily relaxing to Dabi’s warm hands. “Yeah. Some asshole decided to leave tally marks on my ass like some cheap doujin.” He grins fondly.

Dabi just snorts, helping Hawks up and helping support his weight to the bathroom. “Want to see how many, birdie? Waiting through six other clones is plenty of time to recharge after all, and you let us fuck you for hours.”

Hawks’ face flushes a pretty shade of red, but curiosity killed the cat and all that. “...I guess I could peek while you’re helping get your cum out of me…” He mumbles shyly, swatting Dabi with a wing when he laughs. 

“Hey, watch it.” Dabi bats at the wing in fake annoyance. “Keep that up and you can get the cum out yourself.”

They both knew he was full of shit, and he proves it barely ten minutes later when he bends Hawks over in the shower to lick it out of him like a freak. 

Hawks doesn’t even try to look back as he moans and whines. He already saw it in the mirror. 

Twenty-seven fucking tallies, the absolute menaces. 

Or rather, just one menace in particular.

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Bring Me To My Knees

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi chases after his situationship with Talons only to fall right into his clutches.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt One: Yandere

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,275 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2024, yandere, hero!Dabi X villain!Hawks, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, praise k!nk, subt0p Dabi, Power b0ttom Hawks, light dom/sub, n33dles, sedatives for "kidnapping", light bdsm, light angst, making out, no aftercare, doomed lovers, explicit s3xual content

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Pro Hero Dabi curses under his breath as he stares out over the twilight skyline. He’d been trailing his on-again-off-again lover, S-tier villain: Talons, formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks before his defection. He stares out over downtown Musutafu, taking in the way the lights of the city glow and glitter in the darkness, sending shades of neon lights through the inky black and obliterating shadows. He could’ve sworn he saw the familiar figure in the sky, gliding through the cloud cover. He knew the shape of those crimson wings better than the back of his own hands. Touya sighs as he leans against the brick of the rooftop, squinting into the heavens as he chews his bottom lip. He would be in for an earful when he got home tonight; Mirko, his best friend and roommate, was gonna be pissed to no end that she didn’t get invited to go scouting. Something just told Touya that he needed to hunt for Talons tonight; he felt like he’d been being watched all week. He felt the villain’s presence; it was overbearing and unignorable. He needed answers. Talons was insufferable. He was dangerous. Most of all, he was alluring… intoxicating even. They had an unavoidable and undeniable connection…one that Touya loathed with a part of his soul. Talons was…sweet…well…he could be sweet. Touya had experienced real and raw intimacy with the villain…as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was. Keigo Takami had a soft spot for the eldest Todoroki son…at least…that’s what Touya believed. 

“The fuck are you, Takami?” Touya grumbles to himself, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, looking for the shadow of his lover in the gloom. Nothing answers him but the empty silence…at least for a few minutes. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful, firefly?” Talons whispers, lips brushing Dabi’s ear, and the hero freezes up, chills curling in rivers down his spine. He didn’t even hear the villain land behind him, and now, Keigo Takami’s razor-sharp talons are dancing along the fabric at Touya’s hips, fingertips exploring as his hands slowly grip. 

“What the fuck are we doing, Keigo.” Touya’s question sounds like more of a statement, anxiety and uncertainty riddling his tone. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” The villain trills, a wide smirk plastered on his face, highlighting his glinting fangs. Touya feels Keigo’s teeth pressing into his neck and, the moment he gasps, he feels a needle in his arm, slowly pumping a sedative into his veins. Touya panics, realizing that he’s been duped as his vision starts to go blurry; his legs feel like jelly. 

“Let it happen, darling,” Keigo chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around the hero to stop him from falling to his knees. It isn’t long before he goes limp in the villain’s arms. Touya’s eyelids flutter shut, and Keigo clicks his tongue as he peers at his face in the darkness.

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Touya slowly regains consciousness, head spinning and throat dry as he blinks his eyes open. The overpowering smell of Talons’ cologne fills his nostrils, the cinnamon scent coating his lungs and making him wistful. Touya’s hands and feet are tied with red silk rope, keeping him in a starfish position on a king-sized bed. The sheets are smooth and soft, and Touya’s body sinks into the mattress effortlessly. He cranes his neck, attempting to take in his unfamiliar surroundings; usually, they just hook up at Touya’s agency, Touya’s apartment, Talons’ club, or any regular alleyway. This…this place is different. The walls are painted a darkened shade of scarlet with black gothic accents swirling in columns along the corners of the walls. Touya’s blood runs cold when he turns to see Talons at the side of the bed, hovering over him with leering golden eyes. Touya feels like he’s practically undressing him with his intense gaze, staring at him like he’s prey ready to be devoured. 

“You gonna kill me?” Touya snaps, knowing full well he could unleash his Quirk and break free with ease.

“Finally decided to take you home. Felt like you deserved it,” Talons sneers, lips curling as he runs a hand through Touya’s snowy white hair. Touya almost flinches before Keigo gently scratches his scalp, washing relief over his body. Keigo knows all of his weak points, and he only uses them for Touya’s benefit. 

“Y’know kidnapping isn’t exactly romantic,” Touya slurs out, his tongue still feeling heavy from the sedative. 

“It’s not exactly kidnapping if the so-called captor is enjoying it,” Keigo teases, brushing a few strands of hair out of Touya’s face. Touya pulls against the ropes, but Talons tied them purposefully, and a devilish grin slowly spreads across his face. He climbs onto the bed, straddling Touya as he bends down and sweetly connects their lips. Touya’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses his lover back, falling under the villain’s spell almost immediately. 

“Missed you so much, firefly,” Keigo whispers into Touya’s mouth, his voice coming out husky and wanting. Touya’s heartbeat skips in his chest; he knows this is wrong, but he can’t get enough of it. 

“You finally gonna keep your favorite toy locked up?” Touya hums patronizingly, and Keigo runs his tongue around his fangs as he pulls back from the kiss. 

“We both know you can leave any time you want, princess,” Keigo rasps, his hand resting softly against Touya’s neck, thumb rubbing across his jugular. Touya gulps, his pulse drumming against the pads of Keigo’s fingers; Talons, power-drunk and aroused, lightly wraps his hand around Touya’s neck, squeezing just barely. 

“You are mine . My pretty little hero,” Talons croons, taking one of his sharpened claws and tracing Touya’s jawline. Touya practically crumbles, eyes widening and lip trembling. He’s choking on the want boiling in his veins. The first motion of Talons’ hips sends sparks across his vision; the villain drags their clothed cocks together, gently grinding with deliberation. 

“ Fuck ,” Touya groans, cheeks flushing as his erection grows in the pants of his Hero Suit. His body betrays his morals…if only the Commission knew. 

Keigo’s hands find their way to his utility belt, unhooking it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Touya grows desperate, skin smoking as the heat rises up to the surface, threatening to incinerate his bindings. 

“Lemme touch you,” Touya whines, eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Talons. The villain smirks, and, in a single swift motion, slices the ropes with his feathers. Touya practically leaps up, arms wrapping around Keigo as he crashes their lips together in an amorous kiss. The last of the sedative seeps out of his system, processing with his Quirk as the lines in his Hero Suit start to glow brilliant cerulean. Touya’s hands roam Keigo’s back, finding the cutouts in his leotard where the muscles in his shoulder blades practically bulge out, grabbing tense flesh like his life depends on it. Keigo’s fingers find the zipper in Touya’s jacket, yanking it down and exposing his soft pecs. Touya nearly cries out when he feels Keigo’s calloused hands massaging. Who knew a few weeks was enough to make him a sniveling mess for Talons to touch him. A few weeks without feeling his strong embrace. A few weeks without his lips on his skin. A few weeks without his arch nemesis making him see stars. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot,” Talons groans, pulling away from Touya’s spit-slicked lips to drag his tongue down his neck. Touya clings to his lover, mouth hanging open and breaths coming out labored as he focuses on Talons’ fangs sinking into his flesh. His cock throbs, aching as Talons grinds down on him, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat. Feathers swirl and surround them, twisting and curling to pull off their clothes, taking care not to rip like they tend to. Low rumbles vibrate in their throats once the raw sensation of skin-to-skin contact hits the lovers. 

“Want you…,” Touya breathes, pausing before the words leave his lips in a rush, “Wanna be inside you.” 

Talons pulls back from the kiss, eyelids growing heavy before he starts aggressively kissing Touya again. So far, Touya’s been the one getting fucked during their trysts. A change of pace sounds…fun isn’t the right word. Whatever it is, it seems suitable that Keigo’s first time bottoming is in his own bed. He’s already prepped for it, waiting for Touya to make a move. Their hands roughly caress one another and Keigo pushes Touya down onto the bed, hands squeezing his shoulders with more attention than a fuckbuddy but with the hastiness of a hookup. 

Keigo drags his bare erection against Touya’s leaking cock, and the hero’s toes curl, back arching as his hands drop from Keigo’s back, turning to fists in the silk sheets. The villain keeps grinding, dicks sliding against one another, slick and rock-hard as the men pant. Gracefully, Keigo rises up, positioning himself so Touya’s tip lines up with his hole. 

“God, Kei ,” Touya moans lewdly, swallowing the urge to buck his hips and slip inside as feathers squeeze cold lube on his cock. Keigo grins suavely, noting his twitching muscles before he begins to lower himself down. Talons gasps softly as Touya presses inside, eyelids fluttering as Dabi’s length stretches his walls, tenderly working him open. 

The white-haired hero bites his bottom lip, muffled curses threatening to tumble out as Talons takes him all the way inside, sitting fully flush in Touya’s lap.  

Touya sighs, staring up at Talons…at the way the lights halo around him…so sexy and angelic and ethereal as he looms over him. The villain stares at the hero with such reverence it should be blasphemous. 

“Y’know,” Keigo grunts as he bends down so their lips are inches apart, “I’d tear the whole damn world down for you, Touya.”

Touya crumbles; he still can barely handle the feeling of being wanted so viscerally.

Their lips lock, messy and rushed and absolutely over-the-top. It’s like he’s trying to steal the breath from Touya’s lungs as the hero’s hands tangle in dirty blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the soft sounds of lovemaking filter through the air. A thousand unspoken “I love yous” threaten to spill from their lips like forbidden sins, silent and terrified, yet so cacophonous through sounds and actions. Touya breaks the kiss first, head tilting back with a gasp of pleasure as his hands drop down to rest at the villain’s waist. He twitches with a strangled cry as he starts bucking his hips, fucking into Keigo as he bounces up and down; the friction is electric, and Touya knows he’s not gonna last long. 

“Easy,” Talons huffs, hands squeezing Touya’s pecs as subtle wisps of smoke rise from the hero’s body. “Breathe, baby. Don’t catch fire now.”

Touya slows his rhythm, closing his eyes for an embarrassing moment to clear his mind. The last thing he wants is to turn those beautiful wings to ash…or ruin the mood. He feels the flames within ebb and subside, and, before he can open his eyes, Keigo’s mouth is on him once again. Touya hums into the kiss, desperate and deep, focusing on the tight heat of Keigo wrapped around him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Touya,” Keigo mumbles between kisses, making Touya’s eyes roll back into his head at the praise. 

“Such a good boy,” Keigo repeats over and over, letting the words stick in Touya’s head, dragging through and obliterating anything else. Touya’s movements become haphazard as he sloppily thrusts into Keigo’s guts, wanton moans pouring from his mouth, jaw slack and forehead sweaty. It isn’t long before the familiar coils of pleasure stir in the pit of his stomach, but he’s determined to make Keigo break first. Touya sits up, rocking his hips as his hands wrap around the villain’s pulsing cock. Talons swallows a whimper as Touya bites into his neck, and, suddenly, his orgasm comes rushing through his body all at once, painting Touya’s abdomen. The moment Touya feels the warm splash and the spasm of Keigo’s body, his whole body shudders, and he empties into his lover with a low groan. The two cling to one another, the room silent save for their ragged breathing. Touya, as usual, is the one to break the quiet.

“I’d...I’d do anything… for you.”

“Except join the cause,” Keigo bites, bitter even in the afterglow. Touya’s fingers twitch against the crimson feathers. Their bliss is polluted with those damning words…the inexcusable truth. Touya’s heart feels like a stone in his chest, weighing on his soul as he holds the life that he can never allow himself to have. He collapses on his back on the bed, staring up at Talons as the villain slowly lifts off. Keigo sighs as he manages to stagger to his feet to get dressed, climbing off Touya and leaving him feeling empty. Before the hero can say anything else, he tenses up, feeling a needle in his arm once again. Feathers push the sedative back into his system.

“Sorry, babe. But I can’t have you finding me. I’m the one that finds you ,” Talons murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Touya’s broken-hearted expression. The hero can’t speak, and his vision is starting to go in and out. He feels a warm rag cleaning the come off his stomach, and he can barely make out Keigo attempting to dress him through the flashes of his vision. The last thing he remembers is Keigo whispering into his ear:

“We’ll see each other again, firefly. You’re the drug I can’t quit.”

#DabiHawksWeek24 #ao3 writer #my hero academia fanfiction #dabi x hawks #dabihawks #hotwings #toukei #villain hawks #hero dabi #dabi smut #hawks smut #ao3 #mha smut #yandere hawks #touya todoroki #keigo takami #DHWeekDDove24 #DHWeekNSFW24 #DabiHawksweek 2024

[sxpths]

day two of dbhwks week… surely this is what y’all meant by cannibalism/vore right

it’s hard out here for brat tamers

#dhweeknsfw24 #dhweekddove24 #dabihawks #six.art #media: bnha #ch: touya #ch: keigo #ship: dabihawks

[setsunanoroi]

Prompt 3 from the DabiHawksWeek2024! Whoo! I'm a roll here! Hopefully I'll be able to keep up the pace! NSFW again, and feel free to follow the link to give it a read.

#dabihakwsweek24 #dhweeknsfw24 #dabihawks #mha dabi #mha hawks #keigo takami #touya todoroki #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfic writing

[thesakuragarnet]

fixation, psychosis, or a secret third thing (love)

Summary: Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. It’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything…

OR

Dabi ends up falling for a hero…Hawks ends up regretting everything.

DabiHawksWeek 2024: Prompt Seven: Songfic

Inspired by: Far Too Young To Die by Panic! At The Disco

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 5,647 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, songfic, angst, smvt, Dabi-typical body h0rror, vom!ting, a little big of canon divergence, doomed relationship, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeekNSFW24, swearing, s3xual content, bratty b0ttom Dabi, top Hawks, making out, a n a l f!ngering, gay s3x, a n a l s3x, Dabi cries blood, identity reveal on a first name basis, implied past prostitution, Dabi can't feel pain (or anything on the outside but the inside is fair game), Hawks is a master manipulator but it's not his fault bc the HPSC brainwashed him, Dabi has his manga body type, seduction, trust issues, accidental branding

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Dabi stands at the harbor under the moonlight, pressing the pads of his fingers into the scars under his eyelids, blood wetting his fingertips as he tries to stop the bleeding. There are a handful of reasons why he’s crying…well…as much as Dabi is able to cry. Whenever he gets worked up, blood simply leaks from his fucked up tear ducts, threatening to burst the staples and welling up into his eyes until all he can see is crimson. It should be painful…but Dabi hasn’t felt anything in years. Dabi used to feel so much, but, ever since his accident, he hasn’t felt a damn thing. Not genuinely anyway. Not physically. His nerves are fried. His organs barely work. The only thing that still seems to be unwavering is his mind and his heart, ironically, considering the world believes him to be an insane, unfeeling killer. Admittedly, he does believe he’s gone insane, plagued with nightmares of his victim’s families…of what might’ve happened if he stayed in that hospital when he woke up from a coma…of what happened on the mountain that fateful night. Dabi barely slept at all anymore, scared of what might be waiting for him when he slipped into unconsciousness. It was only when his body forcibly shut down…or when he felt himself forcibly shutting down that he would sleep…if you could even call it sleeping. Lately though, his nightmares have changed. Lately, they’ve been filled with a certain pair of red wings…and they might not even be classified as nightmares anymore.

Dabi was, laughably, down bad for quite possibly the first time ever in his life. This meeting in particular had proved it. The rush he got from Hawks pulling the feather blade on him…pressing it neatly against his throat in a way that made Dabi’s skin crawl deliciously. It was a miracle he had kept his cool at all, simply putting up the uncaring front he’d crafted over the years. He found his mask slipping ever so slightly, the flirtatious tone in his voice painfully apparent when he nonchalantly pushed away the sword. He could see it in Hawks’ eyes…something wavered. That airtight hero persona flickered into nothingness for less than a moment. Was it reciprocation? Disgust? Confusion? Dabi didn’t know. He’d learned to not use the word hope anymore, so he couldn’t decide exactly what he thought about it. 

It’s part of the reason why he’s crying. It’s that he feels like…if it is…if it is that word he refuses to think…then he doesn’t deserve it. Besides, what if Hawks really is a scummy double agent, and it would all be for nothing. His paranoia pounds against his skull, wrestling intimately with his heart. Why would Hawks ever be interested in him ? His face looks disgusting. There’s the threat that he’ll burst into flames and kill them both if he gets too worked up. He doesn’t even have any education past middle school. Hawks, on the other hand, has been trained by the Commission for roughly seventy percent of his life up to this point, getting the best education, the best clothes, the best doctors…the best…everything. Dabi hasn’t had a proper checkup in…who knows how long. He knew he was clean and that was enough. The only doctor he could really go to was Ujiko…and he’d rather just die than ask him for anything…not after what he almost did. 

Truly…he feels pathetic. He’s never been good enough for anyone…not for his family…not for himself…not for this rotten society…why would he be good enough for Hawks? Why should he allow any sort of delusion into his life when he’d been carefully constructing his revenge? Why should he leave any room for Hawks to throw a wrench into his plans? 

The cold air whips through Dabi’s inky black hair, and he squints up at the constellations, unable to make anything out through his shitty vision. He takes a deep breath before pulling the microphone in the collar of his jacket up to his mouth.

“Ready, Ujiko,” Dabi sighs, the revolting sensation of black muck pooling in his stomach and surging up his throat. Dabi lurches, the dark ooze pouring out of his mouth and surrounding him. For a few seconds, he’s suffocating, until the murkiness clears and he’s standing in the doctor’s laboratory. 

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Dabi’s alone, sitting on the couch of the League’s temporary hideaway, staring at the ceiling, wishing that a certain Pro Hero was sitting on it with him. He can’t get their warehouse interaction out of his head. Was Hawks really so ignorant as to think that Dabi’s incapable of thinking long-term? That’s been his whole shtick ever since he’d been living on the streets, biding his time and contemplating his vengeance. Hawks was supposed to be one of the top heroes in the nation, just a few points shy of…that thing . Perhaps Dabi really had succeeded with his plan, covering up his emotionally reactive nature with a cold and callous facade. 

BZZT! BZZT!

The burner phone on the table vibrates. Only one person has the number to that phone. A sly smirk spreads across Dabi’s face as he grabs it, accepting the call and holding it to his scarred ear. 

“Crawling back to me so soon?” Dabi sneers, prompting an irritated snort from Hawks on the other end of the phone.

“Just wanted confirmation that you’re not gonna pull a little stunt on me again,” The hero’s voice is low and laced with annoyance; it fills Dabi’s veins with a sick thrill. 

“Live and learn, hero . You never could control me. There was never a point. You’re the one that still needs to prove yourself,” Dabi trills flirtatiously into the phone, the tension so thin you could cut it with a butter knife. “But…what happened the other day was…unfortunate.”

“I understand that plans change…I just would’ve liked a little heads up,” Hawks sighs, but his sudden change in tone sets off Dabi’s paranoia.

“You can’t trace this call,” He spits into the phone, his voice taking on a malicious edge, and Hawks clicks his tongue.

“I’m not…just…waiting to see what your next task for me is. I’m too fast for my own good. You know the slogan. Wanna be on top of this.”

“What, so you can betray me faster?” Dabi snaps. 

The silence is chilling. 

“I want you to trust me, Dabi. I’m genuinely interested. If you’ve done your research you know those bastards got their claws into me early. I started my first agency at eighteen. I could’ve been a normal kid with a normal life. Record-breaking is nice…but it would be nicer to be free.”

“That’s what I’m here for…to complicate and corrupt your little bird brain,” Dabi sneers, still struggling to buy Hawks’ words…but part of him desperately wants to. Hawks could just be whispering sweet nothings to placate him…but…what if… Dabi takes a deep breath. One final task to truly prove himself…Hawks has to take a life for Dabi. 

“I’ve got a job for you alright.”

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The only thing running through Dabi’s mind when he walks off the stage in the basement of the Gunga Mountain Villa is that he wonders if Hawks showed up. Hawks successfully slaughtering Best Jeanist was the hottest thing anyone’s ever done for him…and, if he didn’t think he was attracted to Hawks before, he sure as hell was sure of it now.

The PLF members part, giving Dabi a wide berth as he strides through the crowd, eyeing him warily like he’s a bomb waiting to go off. To be fair, he killed a number of their comrades…but they fucking deserved it. It was kill or be killed…and he just happened to be better at killing. Embarrassingly, Dabi’s eyes light up when he spots a familiar pair of crimson wings through the sea of anarchists. 

‘You’re too attached…’ Dabi’s thoughts degrade himself for allowing his emotions to slip through the cracks. Hawks is schmoozing with a woman…probably a fan with the way she’s acting all giddy. Something in the back of Dabi’s mind tells him to char her where she stands, but he swallows it down. He doesn’t need anyone else to catch on to his thing with Hawks…whatever the thing was…fleeting touches…light flirting…staring a little too long at one another…yet, neither of them had made a real move. 

“You look happy, number two, up to somethin’?” Dabi raises his eyebrow as he approaches the Pro Hero. 

“Nah, man. I was just waitin’ for you,” Hawks chuckles with a bright smile, and Dabi would be lying if he said he wouldn’t burn a thousand innocents to see that stupid smile for the rest of his days. 

“You know…I wasn’t even sure you were gonna show,” Dabi mutters as they make their way through the crowd. Hawks is walking close enough to Dabi that their hands slightly brush against one another, but Dabi barely even registers it. 

“Of course I’d show up for you ,” Hawks smirks, batting his eyelashes enough for Dabi to notice, regrettably making his heart skip a beat. 

“Don’t flatter me,” Dabi mutters tersely as they reach the doors leading to the exit corridor. 

“C’mon, Dabs. You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me?” Hawks whispers, just loud enough for Dabi to hear. “Why don’t we move this conversation to your bedroom?”

Dabi nearly chokes on his own spit, completely caught off guard by Hawks’ forwardness as he stops in his tracks. Sure, Hawks could just be seducing him for intel, but goddamnit if Dabi didn’t want him on top of him right now. Even if he couldn’t physically feel anything…Dabi at least wanted him to try . If he would just try, then it would be enough. It would be more than anyone else had ever done for him. He feels pathetic…pathetic for even letting these types of thoughts enter his brain…pathetic for romanticizing the idea… He’s supposed to be focused on one goal and one goal alone. Hawks isn’t a part of his plan…but…maybe…

“Hello? Dabi?” Hawks chuckles, waving his hand in front of the villain’s face. Dabi blinks, mouth dry and throat scratchy, zoning back into the world. 

“Why?” The word falls from Dabi’s lips, full of confusion and apprehension. Why would Hawks want him if it wasn’t for intel? His body…he hasn’t… Dabi swallows, painfully aware of his own breathing pattern as memories come fluttering back to the front of his brain…memories that he’d pushed down. Before the league…after he woke up…living on the street…what he had to do just to get enough money for food… Sex with Hawks didn’t seem like it would mirror those memories though… Sex with Hawks sounded gentle… It sounded like he wouldn’t be treated like a toy. It sounded like Hawks would take care of him…and…isn’t that really one of the things that he’s always wanted? To be taken care of? For someone to look at him? For someone to make him feel like he’s worth it?

“Because you’ve got a thing for me…and I’ve got a thing for you? Unless I’ve misunderstood something. Thought most of your talk was flirty…even if it was on the meaner side. Why don’t we celebrate your promotion, lieutenant ,” Hawks shrugs with a cheeky smile, and Dabi doesn’t know what to think. Surely, he’s not that easy to read. No one else has managed to see through him…until now. Was he really even trying to hide it? Was he really staring that much? He’d be an idiot not to take this chance. It’s not like anyone else will ever want to be with him anyway…hell…Hawks might change his mind, too. Dabi looks around, making sure that they’re not being watched before grabbing Hawks’ wrist and pulling him behind a pillar.  

“Hawks…I need you to know something…if…if we’re really gonna do this,” Dabi mutters, trying to piece together his thoughts appropriately. 

“Hm?” Hawks hums, raising an eyebrow, waiting for Dabi to continue. 

Dabi speaks incredibly vaguely, omitting names and locations and time frames, giving an extremely watered-down version of the state of his body and why. He also explains that it’ll be a miracle if Hawks will be able to make him feel anything at all...that his inability to feel physical pain also translated to an inability to feel physical pleasure. He hates the look in the hero’s eyes…he doesn’t want pity…but…there’s also clear determination in his gaze.

Before Dabi can open his mouth, Hawks is kissing him. 

It’s such a strange sensation. He can’t feel the kiss…not really . Not the soft, tender kiss that Hawks gently presses to his lips. He can’t feel the hand that’s cupping the side of his face, just a ghost of a sensation that might’ve happened. Dabi’s eyelids flutter closed, and he attempts to kiss Hawks back, moving his lips in a way that he thinks is right…still…he practically feels nothing physically. That is…until Hawks licks deliberately into his mouth. Hawks’ warm tongue meets Dabi’s hot one, and…he can feel it; the villain eagerly jabs his tongue, sliding against Hawks’ and going further into his mouth. Hawks nearly yelps when Dabi starts practically tongue-fucking his mouth, the stitches in his tongue brushing against Hawks’ lip as Dabi traces his molars. Hawks groans…a sound that Dabi immediately becomes addicted to, and Dabi wraps his arms around the hero, grasping at the back of his jacket and pulling him close.

Finally, they both come up for air. 

“Fuck, your tongue’s long,” Hawks snickers, wiping the spit from his lips with the back of his gloved hand, and Dabi swears he feels blood rushing to his cheeks and his groin. Despite his fears, Hawks has at least turned him on…which is a start. He wants more …more of this animalistic sensation that he’s gone his whole life without. He wants the electricity of mutual worship and raw pleasure. 

“Let’s get outta here, birdie.”

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Dabi didn’t care who saw them. Not anymore. He practically dragged Hawks up staircase after staircase, through the halls of villa, eventually through his door before slamming and locking it behind them. 

“Gotta ask. You clean?” Hawks clears his throat as he slips out of his jacket, draping it over the chair at Dabi’s desk. 

“Yeah…you?” Dabi mutters uncomfortably, thankful that he was able to speak truthfully. He follows Hawks’ lead, letting the conductor cuffs of his jacket fall to the floor.

“Course I’m clean. HPSC regulations,” Hawks replies curtly, and, then, he’s all over the villain once again. 

This time, it’s Dabi who moans, wanton and needy as his tongue massages Hawks’, and the two manage to sloppily kick off their shoes as the hero walks the villain backward until they’re both falling onto his bed. Dabi’s fingers run through Hawks’ hair, pulling him as close as humanly possible as Hawks’ hands grip the scars on his shoulders. 

“Lube?” Hawks murmurs breathlessly between kisses.

“Nightstand drawer,” Dabi answers into Hawks’ open mouth, tongues intertwining. Dabi feels the faint wind from Hawks’ feathers, hearing the opening and closing of a drawer in the darkness. 

Dabi sharply inhales when he feels Hawks’ hands at the hem of his shirt. How is Hawks going to react to his patchworked body of skin that doesn’t even belong to him? I mean…yeah, he’s seen his arms…but…the rest of him? Dabi certainly didn’t have Hawks’ body…with all his curves of muscle that Dabi had seen in a swimsuit magazine once. Dabi hated how he looked…he hated seeing himself in the mirror…a modern-day Frankenstein, only recently having enough to eat to put some weight on his formerly skeletal frame. By comparison, Hawks was a Greek god…though compared to anyone , that metaphor would still suffice. He’s so lost in his thoughts that he never noticed Hawks freeze when Dabi flinched. 

“If you’re not comfortable we can stop,” Hawks murmurs reassuringly, letting the pulled fabric fall back on Dabi’s pale lower stomach. The sentence almost makes Dabi sob, the gentleness in Hawks’ voice…it’s almost too much. Dabi isn’t used to anyone being gentle with him. 

“I want this,” Dabi rasps, the dull throbbing under his eyes starting up again, blood threatening to seep through.

Hawks smiles, eyes sultry and seductive. Tenderly, he lifts up Dabi’s shirt, mindful of the staples, avoiding snagging; when the last of it lifts off of Dabi’s head, a few feathers send it over to the chair with Hawks’ jacket. Dabi holds his breath, waiting for Hawks to comment about his body…waiting for his lips to curl and his nose to wrinkle and for him to walk away and pretend this never happened.

Instead, Hawks’ fingertips carefully trace over Dabi’s scars that run between his pecs and stomach, like he’s memorizing a map. 

“You’re beautiful,” The hero whispers, and the muscle beating in Dabi’s chest twists. Dabi reaches around Hawks’ neck, unclasping the button above his wings that holds his top on. Hawks grins before stepping off the bed to unhook his belt and pull off his pants, which is when Dabi realizes that his top has been a leotard this whole time. In his aroused state, he fumbles with his own belt to get his pants and boxers off, and, when he’s finally successful, Hawks is on top of him again. The Pro doesn’t even bat an eye at the obvious skin grafts or the healed stitches on his dick that didn’t need staples…he doesn’t make fun of him when he sees the scars that border stretch marks on his thighs and lead down to his ankles. Hawks’ gaze is full of devotion…full of emotions and words that Dabi doesn’t think he deserves. And yet…here they are…vulnerable…skin-to-skin. Hawks mouths at Dabi’s neck, sinking his teeth hard enough into his skin for Dabi to be aware of it, and the whimper that bursts from his throat is more than embarrassing. Dabi’s face flushes, unable to fully grasp the heat of Hawks’ body pressed against him…unable to sense the way his hands dance up and down his sides…or the way his lips caress the scars. Dabi’s too focused on their staggered breaths to hear the subtle squeeze of lube on Hawks’ fingers.

The moment Hawks slips a finger inside him, Dabi’s putty in his hands, moaning and groaning like a bitch in heat as he flexes against the slow roll of Hawks’ knuckle, trying to get more friction. His insides…there’s sensation there…an overwhelming amount compared to his outsides. He’s inconsolable, mouth agape, blood threatening to spill beneath his eyes as he tries not to cry from the pleasure. He didn’t know sex could feel this good…and fuck did he feel good. It felt personal…it had meaning …things that Dabi desperately craved. 

“You’re so gorgeous like this, Dabi,” Hawks croons, lube dripping from the villain’s hole as the hero continues to pump his finger in and out. The response is only a weak groan that’s halfway between a gasp and a sob as Dabi’s arms grab at Hawks’ neck, pulling him down for a filthy kiss. Hawks’ eyelids flutter shut as he obliges to Dabi’s greedy gesture, slipping his tongue into the villain’s mouth, tracing his scarred bottom lip. Dabi, out of practice and overwhelmed, practically sticks his tongue down Hawks’ throat, whimpering and silently pleading for more. He wanted to feel more. It was heaven to finally feel …and for the sensations to be ecstasy. 

“You want another one?” Hawks whispers, voice sweeter than nectar, and Dabi nods, wincing as the hero coaxes a second finger inside. The stretch is foreign, mildly uncomfortable, but Dabi’s so used to being numb that he doesn’t care. Hawks delicately curls his fingers, the rhythmic motion making heat coil in the pit of Dabi’s stomach…heat that is far different from the fire he’s used to. Dabi cries out as his muscles relax, allowing another finger to disappear inside him. To Dabi, hours have passed, maybe even days, time no longer has any meaning as his tongue swirls around Hawks’, sucking on his bottom lip as their heated breaths fill the night air. Hawks whispers soft praises between slutty lip locks, comforting Dabi all the while until the pain resolves and pleasure pulses through the villain. Hawks takes note of how much the muscle gives and decides to carefully pull his fingers out, leaving Dabi practically writhing beneath him, half-hard for the first time in who knows how long. 

Hawks’ eyes flutter shut, head tilting back and giving Dabi a full view of his pulsing jugular as he smooths lube over his erection. Feathers gently spread Dabi’s legs, pushing them up so Hawks can get a perfect view of his hole as he prepares to slip inside.

“Wait,” Dabi blurts, heart pounding and blood roaring in his ears. 

“Having second thoughts?” Hawks raises his eyebrow.

“Touya.” The name leaves Dabi’s lips before he can take it back. It’s too late. 

Hawks cocks his head, confused. Dabi can’t turn back now. 

“My name…My real name. It’s Touya. You can…you can call me Touya,” Dabi reveals, his voice quivering. 

The corners of Hawks’ eyes…usually so sharp, focused, and calculated, seem to soften. 

“Mine’s Keigo.” Too late for Hawks to take back the secret that the Commission would severely punish him for leaking. It felt…right. It felt right to finally speak it aloud…and it felt right to exchange this secret with Dabi…sanity be damned. 

“Keigo…that’s cute,” Touya smiles, relief washing over him. They’ve both shared something intrinsic. Something precious. It makes Touya feel…safe. He can’t remember the last time he actually felt safe. 

Breath hisses through Touya’s gritted teeth as Keigo’s tip slowly stretches him open, pain mixing with undeniable pleasure. 

“Fuck,” Touya whines, hating how stupid his voice must sound all twisted and submissive, but Keigo is intoxicated by it. Inch by inch, Keigo pushes inside, punching the air from Touya’s lungs until they’re skin-to-skin.

“Just breathe,” Keigo mutters reassuringly, letting the villain’s body get accustomed. Touya feels so… full . That’s the best way he can describe it. He feels…grounded…which is saying a lot considering most days he feels like a vengeful spirit floating through purgatory. At the same time, Keigo tries not to swoon at how hot Dabi’s insides feel wrapped around his cock.

Dabi’s dick twitches, his chest rising and falling, mind numb and yet so alive all at once. His brain is fuzzy, drowning in pleasure as he swallows hard, taking in all of the new ethereal sensations floating through his body, feeling the pain ebb.

“I’m ready,” He rasps, saliva pooling in his mouth as Keigo’s hips rock, and Touya winces at the friction. 

“Easy, baby,” Keigo purrs, and Touya’s brain melts at the pet name. 

“ Keigo ,” He moans his name without thinking, and the hero almost disintegrates from the raw emotions that surge through his body upon hearing that word spoken in that voice. 

“Oh, Touya, ” Keigo groans, his tone mimicking the villain’s as he carefully digs his fingers into Touya’s unscarred hips as he grinds, watching his cock vanish and reappear over and over and over again. His golden eyes lift up, meeting Touya’s glittering turquoise, and, frankly, he thinks Touya looks angelic right now, blissed out with flushed cheeks, sweaty and uncoordinated and…gorgeous. 

Hawks fully assumed this approach to Dabi would end in senseless fucking…chasing pleasure selfishly…but he was eighty-five percent sure they were genuinely making love right now. Dabi desperately grabs for Hawks, fingers finding purchase and sinking fingernails into his thick biceps.

“Can we ~ fuck~ can we kiss - ah- please?” Touya’s broken voice practically begs, and he can’t believe he’s fucking resorted to begging but if he doesn’t taste Hawks’ tongue soon he might just explode. The request makes Hawks’ heart flip in his chest…he’s never reached this level of intimacy with anyone before…and it’s with Dabi of all people? Keigo dips down, never once breaking his sensual rhythm of rolling his hips as his lips meet the villain’s. 

Touya gasps into the kiss, hands reaching up to tangle in Hawks’ blonde locks, holding him so he can’t break free. Touya’s inhumanly long tongue slithers into Hawks’ mouth, tracing his soft palate and massaging his tongue before he pulls away with a cry as Hawks changes the angle. Keigo delicately touches Touya’s prostate with his tip, and Touya’s thighs shake feebly. 

“You feel so good , Touya,” Keigo huffs, face inches away from the villain. They lock eyes once again, the eye contact stabbing through their souls. The praise goes right to Touya’s cock, which would be painfully hard if Touya could even feel it. His insides feel like they’re on fire with desire…ecstasy boiling in his veins like a raging inferno. He didn’t know these types of sensations could even exist…especially for him. He grabs onto Keigo, palms splaying in the space between his wings, fingernails scratching red lines against Hawks’ back. The heat coils in the pit of his stomach…and then…Touya feels his emotions feed into his Quirk. 

“Not safe…gonna… hah~ah! Oh fuck, I’m gonna burn you!” Touya warns, red blurring his vision as he feels the flames prickling beneath his skin. 

In Hawks’ mind, he has to let him do it. If he wants Dabi to trust him, he has to let him do it. His Achilles’ heel…this is quite possibly the most dangerous thing he’s ever done. He’s going to risk his wings catching on fire…all to ease the process of getting as much intel as possible. After this, he doubts Dabi will let him out of his sight much. Not that Hawks wasn’t enjoying this. Dabi was attractive…to Hawks at least. Even if the majority of it was for show, Hawks was into Dabi…at least a little bit. Enough for him to feel like he's fucking with feelings involved...enough for him to tell him his first name. 

“It’s fine,” Hawks chokes out, his languid thrusts rhythmically slamming into Dabi. 

“Don’t wanna hurt you,” Touya sobs into his ear, and he can’t even believe those words are coming out of his mouth after everything he’s done. He can’t fathom the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt Hawks. The hero blinks, abruptly taken aback; if anything, he’d assumed Dabi was a sadist. 

“It’s okay,” Keigo grunts, and that’s all Dabi needs to hear before he’s uncontrollably “crying”, rivers of red pouring from his lower eyelids and out from underneath the scars in his eyes. The smell of blood catches Hawks off guard, but Dabi had warned him about this…about the state of his body. 

Touya completely loses his composure when he comes, hips stuttering, legs clamping tightly against Hawks’ waist, palms igniting in searing heat in the space between Keigo’s wings. Dabi gasps, trying his best to turn the heat down and quiet his Quirk, more bloody tears streaking down his face when he hears Keigo stifling anguished curses. 

Keigo keeps going, fucking Touya through his orgasm, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat until the climax shoots lightning down his spine and into the villain. 

The fire stops...the sound of sizzling skin fills the air. 

When Hawks pulls out, the emptiness almost throws Touya into a pit of despair, and blood seeps out of his eyes for the millionth time that night. He shudders, feeling like that lost little kid on the streets again…alone. Almost immediately, Hawks' wings come cascading over the two of them, encasing Dabi in a crimson cocoon…safe…and intimate. His heart stills…the memories drift away…his mind settles. The sudden calm he’s experiencing…merely at his touch…There’s no other possible explanation. Dabi’s in love…with a hero . 

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Four months later, Keigo Takami finds himself unable to sleep. Ironically, he’d been sleeping in Dabi’s bed just fine, vulnerable next to one of Japan’s most wanted. It felt…wrong. What he is doing is wrong. He knows it in his heart and his gut…but…he can’t turn back now. Killing Twice is going to be the second hardest thing Keigo will ever have to do…the first will be betraying Dabi’s trust. Trust that was so painstakingly hard to earn…trust that Dabi probably would never have in anyone else again…and it would be all Keigo’s fault. 

His duty is more important than such trivial things like feelings…that’s what the HPSC has taught him. But…a part of him…a part of him has grown soft. It was what he had silently been afraid of, though the Commission leader reassured him that they thought he was the one person who could do it. They told him to get information and trust by any means necessary…even if it meant sleeping with Dabi. After all, he was one of the only people they couldn’t find any intel on…what better way to get closer ? 

Originally, Hawks was disturbed by the thought. The idea of sleeping with a villain …someone who’s stolen innocent lives for his own sick and twisted ideals…ideals that solely focused on burning everything Hawks stood for to the ground. But…as time went on…he felt like he got to know Dabi better...especially once the dam broke, and Dabi spilled. Unconsciously, he was humanized in Hawks’ mind…no… Keigo’s mind. Keigo knew bits and pieces of his past…and Keigo knew his first name. The only leads he had to go on…but…he hadn’t shared them yet. It felt…wrong. Once again. On the other side of the coin. It would be wrong for him to divulge intricate pieces of information that weren’t pertinent to his mission. Keigo’s morals tended to get the best of him when he found loopholes. Because he also knew Dabi as a person now. He knew he hated fish. He knew what side of the bed he preferred to sleep on. He knew what his favorite constellation was. He knew the villain intimately…which he had never planned on. 

Keigo sits up in bed, turning to look at Dabi’s sleeping form. He’d found it was easy to tire Dabi out after an orgasm or two; Dabi even said it made him less likely to have nightmares, but that might’ve just been bullshit. 

Tomorrow…the war begins. Tomorrow…he has to break Dabi’s heart. Keigo feels his chest tighten and his throat close. Oh, he’s in too deep. He’s proving the Commission leader wrong…he isn’t perfect. 

Dabi stirs, grumbling curses as he sleepily blinks awake, roused by Keigo’s soft stifled sobs. Keigo hurriedly starts wiping away tears; he can’t be weak in front of Dabi . Especially if they’re going to potentially kill each other tomorrow. Oh God…the thought of killing Touya ? Tears silently stream down the hero’s face. 

“Are you…are you crying?” 

The question cuts through the air like a knife. 

“Bad dream.”

You could hear a pin drop in Dabi’s bedroom. Keigo thumbs away his tears, but they keep coming. The hero pulls his knees to his chest, putting his head down. 

“Hey, uh…I don’t give a shit if you cry…I used to be a big crybaby before my tear ducts got fucked up,” Dabi scoffs, using self-deprecation to ease the tension as he props himself up on his elbows, trying to catch Keigo’s silhouette in the thin rays of moonlight that pour in through the window. Touya takes a deep breath, sitting up beside Keigo before apprehensively putting the palm of his hand in the space between Keigo’s wings, rubbing the scarred shape of his handprint from their first time. It felt disgusting to care, but Dabi couldn’t ignore it anymore.

The motion of Touya rubbing his back almost makes Keigo cry even harder. He’s going to lose this forever. He’s going to absolutely destroy Touya. He has to. He has no choice; he doesn’t want that bright future he’s always envisioned to be snuffed out by the PLF’s plans. If he doesn’t kill Twice…so many lives will be lost…so many innocents…Keigo’s heart isn’t worth that price. Keigo isn’t worth that price. Keigo can’t see through the tears and the shadows, and he doesn’t know how he’s not openly losing it. He’s sitting there like a statue…eerily still. 

Touya, half-asleep and completely out of his fucking mind, decides the best way to distract Keigo is to say:

“Hey…uh…this might be a bad time…but…I want you to know…that…I lo-”

'Fuck .'

That does it. Hawks has to completely shut Keigo down. The tears stop flowing. He can’t let his mission be compromised. He has to stick to his guns…stick to everything the Commission has driven into him since he was a child. Before Dabi can finish his sentence, Hawks turns to face him…and kisses him. 

For once …Dabi feels everything. Touya feels the passion in the kiss. He feels how desperately Hawks clings to him, sucking on the unburned flesh of his top lip, gently tracing Dabi’s tongue with his own, teeth clicking together. Touya kisses him back, fingers fluttering through feathers, and they fall back onto the pillows. 

One last kiss…one last kiss while they’re far too young to die…but they just might kill each other in the morning…

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[vampyrsutton]

Fuck Away the Pain

Summary:

On the anniversary of his "death", Dabi wants nothing more than to get absolutely wasted to not think about it. "Unfortunately" for him, previous thinking about it had led to him drunkenly telling Hawks about it the week prior, and like hell Hawks is going to leave him alone like that. More "unfortunately", however, Hawks isn't any better at emotions so offers his body instead.

Ao3 Tags:

Songfic, Song Lyrics, Branding, Marking, Mating Bites, Alcohol, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is a Mess, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has PTSD, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has Genital Piercings, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Has a Big Dick, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Near Death Experiences, Anniversary of Dabi | Todoroki Touya's Death, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Bad at Feelings, Takami Keigo | Hawks is Bad At Feelings, Why Deal With Trauma When You Can Fuck About It, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Biting, Panic Attacks

Notes:

For Day 7 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

SFW Prompt: Songfic

NSFW Prompt: Branded/Collared/Marked

Sometimes he still felt like Touya, but Touya was long gone. He wasn’t Touya. He wasn’t even a Todoroki. He was just Dabi.

Usually, he was completely numb. Somehow today was different. It was more involved. He felt his skin burning in a way he didn’t like. There was no flame. Just pain. But barely even pain. There was an ache he could barely feel and an itch he couldn’t scratch, and a bloody tinge filled his mouth with an ashy aftertaste.

He catches a flash of white in the mirror when he’s pulling his shirt on and sees him. That scared thirteen-year-old little boy desperate for even a scrap of his father’s attention. For the man to look at him, actually look at him with something other than disappointment and disgust. The screaming barely teenager who burned to death in his own flames atop Sekoto Peak a little of a decade ago, lamenting why he was even born. Who would wake up from a coma three years later at the age of sixteen, covered in grafts and barely human, but with the only thought of seeing his family again. 

The same family that only got worse in his absence. 

He may never want a relationship with his brother again, but the sound of his father’s hand across that child’s face and the kid’s sobs will probably haunt him until he burns again.

Some stupid pop song blares from his burner phone on the bathroom sink and he sighs, picking it up simply to watch it go to voice mail once again. 

‘Ah,’ He thinks as the call finally stops and the date flashes just above sixteen missed calls. ‘So it’s today.’

Eleven years ago, when he still had any sort of purpose that wasn’t fueled by hatred, he had invited his dad up to Sekoto Peak so he could finally prove to the bastard that he wasn’t a waste. That he had a purpose. Now, eleven years to the day later, he has scars all over his body to prove why that wasn’t the case. 

One thing was for sure, however, that both he and Endeavor got what they always wanted. He was no longer that weak little boy who cried about the pain. Now he couldn’t even cry and he’s pretty sure he’d have to be dying at this point to feel anything let alone pain. 

His reflection was beginning to glow as if it was burning which, he realises with a smoke-filled growl, was because it was so he got away from it quickly, and, after finding his usual disguise, storms out of the base to not be left alone with his thoughts. After mowing around different ideas for a bit of something to do, he decides old reliable is probably his best bet, and, at two in the afternoon, heads to what is basically a villains-only bar to drown his demons and hope they forget how to swim. He feels his phone vibrate and play that god-awful tune again, but he just turns it on silent while signalling to the bartender. 

The bird can wait. 

He has a bottle of vodka to attend to that if he was feeling particularly stupid later, would create flames nearly as blue as his when exposed to enough heat with just as much bite as his charming personality on the way down. Did it taste great? No, Shigaraki couldn’t afford to pay them at all right now, let alone enough for something that would taste good. Would it get the job done? Only one way to find out. 

He never drinks for fun, of course. Hates not being in control, and doesn’t trust anyone enough if he were to get shit-faced, but sometimes…sometimes he needs to forget some things. 

“Hey, bartender. Give me another one. This one’s empty” He glares with the intensity expected of patrons of this kind of joint even as his grin starts to calm. The bartender has, of course, dealt with enough villains to understand what a threat looks like though so he doesn’t even bat an eye as he gets Dabi his next drink. Appearing to have some sort of alcohol-based quirk, Dabi was shocked the guy was even working here and not some fancy bar raking in cash, but they all had their baggage.

When the bartender brings over the bottle Dabi grabs it, holding his hand hostage. “Hey, bartender…” He leers dangerously, his shitty mental state starting to shine through. “Don’t put it on my tab. I’ll get it next time.” 

The bartender just raises an eyebrow, silently freeing himself before returning to cleaning glasses and bottles. He was not getting paid enough to care about some guy throwing a tantrum, nor to risk his neck for a booze the place doesn’t even need to purchase during his shifts. 

Dabi’s phone vibrates again. 

He ignores it. Again.

The second bottle burns just as well as the first and he sighs, hoping it will make his skin stop crawling with imaginary flames soon. When he starts getting to the point of knowing he won’t be able to defend himself soon, he starts standing up to leave only to feel a taloned hand on his shoulder. Normally, he’d recognise that hand anywhere, but with alcohol clouding his mind and flashbacks threatening to overtake him if he let his guard down for even a second, his reflexes take over and there’s a too-hot hand around the unlucky bastard's throat before either of them can say anything.

Hawks stands there calmly in disguise with his hands up which, honestly, the calm part should have told Dabi something was up. 

“What the fuck are you doing here, birdie?” Dabi growls as he lets the hero go, watching him grimace at the warm handprint around his throat. It wasn’t enough to scar, but it couldn’t feel great. “Blowing up my phone wasn’t enough? You had to come squawk at me in person?”

“Very funny.” Hawks rolls his eyes as he crosses his arms. It always surprises Dabi how much smaller he looks without his wings, but he’s sure there are feathers lining the entirety of that, for once, normal-looking jacket. “No, jackass, Rumi wanted extra hours to get her girlfriend something so I have the day off.”

“And that’s supposed to mean something to me because…?” Dabi prods with a raise of his eyebrow. 

“Because, as you love to point out, I work pretty much non-stop so don’t know what the hell to do with having free time.” Hawks shrugs before smirking. “Figured I’d come bother my favourite pyro.”

“Alright, then new question,” Dabi asks as he narrows his nearly glowing turquoise eyes. “How the hell did you even find me here? How did you even get in?”

Hawks just shrugs with a little smirk that Dabi is just tipsy…drunk…not sober enough to not know if he wants to punch, burn, or smack it off the hero’s face. “Let’s just say I’m fairly good at my job, alright?”

Hawks totally didn’t abuse having Eraserhead’s number to ask about bars like this since alcohol was what led to Hawks finding out about today in the first place. No, not at all. And if Tokoyami was texting him to ask what sorcery he performed to purge even a little of the darkness from Shoto’s mind after said phone call led to a student-teacher meeting and Shoto not needing to go home when Endeavor summons him then that’s completely unrelated, but Hawks never harassed Eraserhead to begin with. He simply…filled him in on what might be going on with his student’s home life then asked for the information after Eraserhead planned to carefully prod and was immediately trauma dumped on. 

How did he know about that or to come here? Well, he either needs to never let Dabi drink again or get him plastered way more often, and that will entirely hinge on if the investigation he’s started with the information he already knows leads to him properly switching. He has been working on this infiltration for months, but one night of Dabi being so absolutely pissed that he’s not entirely sure Dabi even remembers being at Hawks’ house since he woke up in his own bed gave Hawks Dabi’s entire backstory and made him actually sick to his stomach. If he ends up switching sides for real though, he’ll be coming with another nice chunk of money from selling all his Endeavor merch because who in the fuck puts children through that and still calls themselves a father let alone a hero. He’s still grateful to the man for putting his own piece of shit father behind bars, but the irony is unbelievable. 

That was just Dabi realising the day was coming up too. Now, however, was the actual anniversary of that death and Dabi was—despite supposedly usually only drinking to numb physical pain when it occasionally arose—probably trying to get plastered at now three in the afternoon, and putting off way more heat than was probably safe for anybody in a mile radius if the crazed look in Dabi’s eyes was anything to go off of. 

Dabi just squints at him before tsking and flopping back in his seat to wave over another drink despite having been about to leave. “Whatever. Join me for a drink at least before you give me a headache.”

“Shochu if you have any.” Hawks sighs to the suspicious-looking bartender, figuring a drink might make his plan easier. Trying to force Dabi to swallow a quirk suppressant to not burn alive a second time without risking the villain coming to kill him if he woke up with a cuff had been hell, so he definitely wasn’t letting his contact know that he was more than slightly fond of spending today alone. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?” He asks the villain once he has the fruity bottle. 

“I was busy,” Dabi grunts as he starts his next drink

“Yeah, you look real busy,” Hawks hums, eyeing Dabi's current situation. He looks… uncharacteristically small. And slightly more feral. Like a half-drowned kitten that you find in an alley and you know it’s going to claw the shit out of you, but you can’t help but want to save it. 

Or maybe Hawks was just down bad. The jury’s still out. 

(The jury had voted guilty a while ago, but Hawks is claiming contempt of court or whatever would mean he doesn’t like the answer.)

Dabi smirks. “Very busy bee. In the name after all.” He snickers, and ah, so he was already drunk then.

“Oh my god,” Hawks groans after a moment. “How much have you already drank?”

“What?” Dabi sighs, not even needing to look at the hero to see the exasperation on the blond’s face. 

“I didn’t say anything,” Hawks replies innocently into his drink. 

“I know that look. You’re trying to be a hero, and I hate heroes.” The arsonist mutters. 

“And with good reason.” Hawks mutters in return, too quietly for Dabi to hear. “I wouldn’t exactly call myself a hero in a place like this.” Is what he lets Dabi hear. 

Dabi sighs. “Why are you here then?”

Hawks shrugs. “I figured you might want to see me.”

An eyebrow raises. “What about ignoring you gave you that impression?”

“Because you don’t…” Hawks sighs. “You don’t…usually do that.”

“Huh?” Dabi sneers, eyebrows scrunched in thought…it had been a while hadn’t it?

Hawks is silent for a moment before downing his drink to come clean.  “I was worried about you…I didn’t want you to be alone today.”

Dabi laughs. “Birdie, I've always been alone!”

“That’s not true-”

But Dabi doesn’t hear him. Despite how quickly his quirk burns through alcohol, he’s had enough that he just continues to laugh until it doesn’t feel good anymore. He still has too much pride to sob like his body craves, and it would only make his eyes bleed anyway, but whatever brief moment of sadness he had was quickly replaced with a stinging sensation in his entire body. 

He can feel himself heating up.

There are no flames this time because this time he realises what’s going on. He was remembering what it felt like to be burned, not in general, but back then.

He curses as he starts to relive the time in the woods, the very thing he came drinking to avoid but apparently hadn’t drunk fast enough to outrun. He was alone. Hopeful. Scared. His good memories were contorted and spliced with memories of his skin burning and peeling off of him in splats, never even making it to the forest floor with how quickly it turned to ash. He remembered the desperation of trying to please his father. The abuse to his mother and siblings. He didn’t have breakfast that day. When the woods caught on fire all he could really do was burn with them. No one was there to save him. His father was supposed to be and he had thought, had hoped he would be, but a part of him had also known even back then that he wouldn’t be. His skin began to burn more and his heart began to hurt from more than just emotions as the fire tried to reach it.

He remembered escaping the fucked up orphanage he woke up from a coma in. Going home to find things had only gotten worse, so trying to survive on his own the first time. It wasn't easy. There were people who wouldn’t even look at him. He stole, he cheated, he did whatever he needed to survive. He slept amongst the garbage that first because it was warmer than being out in the cold. He remembered that day and how his flames grew so hot even they began to feel cold, but based on how he looks now…it just felt that way.

When Dabi looks up again, he can see Hawks’ face is uncharacteristically expressive, and what he was expressing seems to Dabi to be unfiltered fury with maybe just a little sadness. He sees talons digging into the bar and a moist shine to gold eyes like he wants to cry, but his quirk won’t let him. Dabi knows that feeling well, but he also realises what is happening. Dabi didn’t just have a vivid flashback, he must have spoken it out loud. Hawks got to experience everything second-hand.

Dabi feels a wave of panic and prays to whatever god may be left that he didn’t say his name as his usual calm, uncaring demeanour slips into place. “Forget you heard any of that, birdie, it’s no big deal. Just another villain origin story and we both know how much heroes love to ignore those.”

Hawks flinches, knowing that if it were anyone else other than Dabi, the villain would probably be right. Hawks is still going through files of past cases to see who he needs to call a retrial for because before learning all of this and an even more drunken Dabi saying the same thing a week ago, that’s exactly what Hawks would do. Exactly what he had been trained to do. To—despite his own origins and how he could have ended up if the Commission never purchased him—ignore whatever “sob” story the villain tried to give and just make the arrest, even using excessive force if necessary. 

And going off the pile that was sitting on Hawks’ desk back at his agency, waiting for his return…yeah, Dabi has a point.

“It is a big deal, Tou-” He holds up his hands in surrender when burning blue eyes flick to him with murderous intent. “Dabi. Got it. But it is important, and I didn’t ignore it the first time, I’m not going to ignore it now. 

Cyan eyes narrow. “The first time?”

Hawks grimaces. Of course, that would be what Dabi picks up on. “Do you remember waking up with a probably killer hangover last week?”

“Yeah…I ‘borrowed’ some of Kurogiri’s strong stuff, and drank most of it.” Dabi huffs, grimacing himself at the memory. “What of it?”

“I used your phone to call the League to get you home, but…uh…this isn’t the first time you’ve told me all of that, though it’s just as infuriating the second time,” Hawks explains awkwardly. 

Dabi blinks slowly, before standing up to leave. “Lose my number and don’t ever contact us again. If you try to protect my target, I won’t hesitate to incinerate you, too.”

“Wha-Dabi, wait!” Hawks squawks, throwing a big bill on the counter before running after the villain. “Wait!”

“Nope, nuh uh. I am not doing this, birdbrain. I have spent now over a decade running from that, you are not dragging me back so you can feel like a hero.” Dabi growls in an eerily low voice. “Fuck off, and I’ll inevi-table…inevitable…inevitably! There! Fuck! Inevitably see you on the other side of some war that’s bound to happen. Dammit, why didn’t I just say it like that?” He curses, raising his body temperature to try to burn through the booze faster. This would probably be easier if he had actually gotten the quirk his dad wanted so he could make water to chug at the same time, but his body just loved continuing to tell him to go fuck himself, didn’t it? 

“I’m not trying to drag you back!” Hawks insists, trying to grab Dabi’s arm only to get himself slammed against a wall by a definitely spiralling villain. “Okay, yeah, that was stupid of me, my bad, but I want to help!”

“Help?” Dabi laughs. “Do I look like someone who can be fucking helped? If you wanna help then next time tell me you’re going to bring the number one fucking hero to a nomu fight, and I’ll make sure to bring something that I know will kill him.” He sneers, pressing a too-hot forearm more against the hero’s neck. “But you’d never do that to your idol, would you, birdie.”

“He’s not my idol.” Hawks decides to start with, figuring the shock will at least get his airway some room and gasping in relief when it does…for about five seconds before it comes back with a vengeance. 

“Bullshit, I’ve seen how much obscure merch you have of him,” Dabi says with a piercing glare. “I’m drunk, not stupid.”

“And you were drunk last week, too.” Hawks wheezes. “Far too drunk to be lying with that much detail.” He gasps again when Dabi lets up. “Had a feather swipe a keycard the next day, and fuck that was fucked. I wasn’t even with the Commission yet when most of it was happening, and would probably barely be able to do anything even now so I’m not going to do the sorry bullshit that you don’t want to hear, but that should have never happened to you.” Hawks says, serious gold eyes meeting suspicious turquoise. “To any of you.”

Dabi’s eyes are still narrowed and his guard is still up, but he finally lets Hawks breathe properly to which he takes in as much air as possible. “I can’t help you kill him either, though. A few good hits, sure, even get you some openings, but if you kill him right now, he dies a hero and none of you get justice. I’m not trying to save you per se since you’re probably getting jail time no matter what if the League fails, but maybe I can at least keep you out of Tartatus or make sure you get to meet him there. That’s the most I can hope for in terms of saving you if it all goes to shit. ”

Blue eyes narrow further as Dabi crosses his arms, but the bird sounds like he’s at least trying to be realistic so Dabi is willing to hear him out. “None of that has been doable in the last twenty years. What are you planning to do in a day?”

Gold eyes narrow now as well, but Hawks’ is way more mischievous than Dabi’s glare as he finally stands up fully from coughing to give Dabi one of the looks they’ve shared in way too many back alleys for Dabi to not know what it means. “Today, I’m here to distract you. People say you shouldn’t spend your birthday alone, but that should probably apply to your death day as well, right?”

Dabi blinks and then blinks again, unsure if he had heard the hero correctly as he slowly lowers his arms. “You…You came to distract me? …Why?”

“Like I said,” Hawks shrugs as he takes off the jacket to let his wings return and finally feels less naked in this situation, “I want to help, and given how literally explosively you reacted last week when it all got to be too much, I figured you could use some support the day of.” He rubs the back of his head. “But I also figured you’d char me for offering support, and I’m not really good at emotions to begin with so distraction it is.”

There’s a moment of silence before another slow blink that Hawks hopes is similar to the cats he always mentally compares Dabi to because he’s pretty sure that’s a good thing, so waits patiently for Dabi to turn it over in his head a few more times. 

Dabi doesn’t know if he’s really drunk, or just really desperate to not feel things but he finally sighs. “...What did you have in mind?”

Hawks perks up, his wings puffing happily before forcing himself back to nonchalance when the villain’s eyes narrow again. “Sorry, I was still expecting to be told to fuck off. Was hoping to catch you before you started drinking, but start with sobering you up and making sure you don’t get as bad of a hangover as you probably did last week.” Hawks starts with a chuckle, the grimace on the other’s scarred face telling him all he needs to know about that. “Then I don’t actually know. I wasn’t lying about having no clue what to do on a day off. If you end up telling me to get lost then I was probably just going to head back to office and finish seeing what arrest I owe an apology to.”

Dabi doesn’t think he’s blinked in surprise so much in his life as he has in the past few minutes. “Owe an apology to?”

Hawks rubs the back of his already messy hair sheepishly. “You said the thing about heroes not listening to back stories last week too, and I’ll be honest man, your entire almost literal meltdown ruffled enough feathers for me to take some of it seriously.” Hawks grimaces. “I almost regret having the arrest record I do.”

Dabi can’t help but snort now, shaking his head in amusement. “So, you were going to distract me with what? Your shiny rock collection and hope my brain is as easily entertained as your bird brain?”

Hawks pouts a little but shrugs. “I could probably borrow Rumi’s Netflix, but I have a feeling you want to not be able to get lost in your head, right?”

Dabi grimaces, a haunted look crossing his features as he nods. “Yeah…not thinking would probably be best.”

“Thought so,” Hawks hums with a nod of his own before that look from before is back. “Wellll, I know one thing that usually distracts you, Hot Stuff.”

Dabi just stares at him deadpan for a moment. “I’m thirty seconds from burning down half a city, and you want to have sex. Do you have a death wish, birdie?”

Hawks just shrugs with an easy smile that makes Dabi question which one of them is actually the insane one. “Hey better than bar hopping, right? You think your life is done, and Endeavor took it all with him before you were even born, then your flames took the rest, right? So, you’re out here trying to drink enough for it to wash away the sins.” Hawks sighs as he slowly backs Dabi against the opposite wall. “It was such a shitty thing he did. He didn’t even say goodbye that day.” An unusually taloned hand cups an overly heated cheek, brushing his thumb between healthy and scarred skin like Dabi is something precious as he smirks again. “You can take it out on me if you like.”

“Wha- Hawks, are you fucking insane?” Dabi scoffs, a little startled when Hawks just laughs. 

“Maybe.” Hawks hums in amusement as he moves back to give Dabi some space. “Taking it out on a hero in some way might help, right?”

The next blink is in utter bewilderment now. “You want me to take my literally burning hatred of my dad and abandonment issues out on your literal ass?”

Hawks was well aware of how insane he sounded but unable to think of any other options, he decided to use the only method that he was confident in and that was his body. Normally, it would be in a fight, but he had been trained on both ends of a honeypot mission, too, so he could handle this. 

It also helps that he and Dabi had already hooked up multiple times before, and not only does he know he’s in for a good night, but he’s going to have to tentatively accept that his bird may have claimed Dabi as his mate. “Fucking away the pain might erase him from your brain for a few hours at least, and there’s an extra step that could offer a few extra legal protections should you want them.”

Heteromorph laws may be absolute shit, but due to the physiological response of mating bites, there were at least laws for that, and if it would keep Dabi out of Tartarus should things go…sideways, then Hawks is willing to do it. 

…Okay, fine, Hawks has recognised the crispy husk of walking bacon as his mate too. It’s not just his bird but shut up. 

Dabi’s eyes narrow again. “Like what?”

“Mating bites.” Hawks chirps, opening his mouth to reveal teeth made for tearing flesh that he was supposed to keep filed, but had been carefully hiding from his handlers since Dabi decided to drunkenly destroy his worldview. “It would give us certain legal rights, like the ability to see each other in the hospital or in prison, and basically all the same privileges as a married couple, but given our statuses and my specific morph mating for life, a few other strings may be able to be pulled to just get you house arrest with me should things not go as planned.”

And those beautiful blues are back to distrusting slits. “So you’d be able to trap me just like Endeavor did to mom?”

Hawks grimaces, realising that it does sound like that. “Unless the bond is significantly strong, it won’t affect the non-heteromorph in the case of a mixed quirk bond so you would still be able to incinerate me if I cross any lines.”

Dabi tilts his head in thought, and Hawks can tell he’s running out of time to convince him civilly based on how his eyes are quickly losing their drunken haze. “What’s to stop you from slapping a quirk cuff on me? If your side won, you’d probably get the quirk erasing bullets, and what then?”

Hawks hadn’t thought of any of that, and his bird can’t help but croon at how smart his mate is even if it comes from a place of paranoia. “I won’t. I’ve spent long enough in a pretty cage to know how awful it is, but I understand not wanting to take my word on it so we don’t have to do the bites if you don’t want to.” He concedes, before leering seductively at Dabi again, “But for tonight, you can fake it like you love me.” He coos, making Dabi’s eyes widen since Hawks usually keep those sounds under careful wraps. “Come on, Dabi baby, touch me.”

Dabi backs up slightly, metaphorical hackles raised in suspicion. “Do you actually want to help, or is heat an actual thing?”

“Not until next month,” Hawks promises, taking a few steps back to let the fire user breathe. “I just genuinely don’t know what else to offer for a distraction other than my body.” He admits. 

Dabi squints for a moment before sighing, smoke leaving his nose. “I'm probably not going to be able to be gentle. If I have a flashback, you are going to get hurt.”

Hawks just shrugs. “Hey,  if you wanna use me up and leave me in the bed, it’s no big deal. If that's what you need, then go right ahead, Hot Stuff.”

Dabi’s face scrunches in utter disdain. “I’d be no better than him if I did that.”

“Which is why I trust you if you need to.” Hawks smiles almost softly despite the subject matter. “You’re mother, I’m sorry to say, was a slave to him, but with me, there doesn’t need to be any strings attached if you don’t want there to be.”

“2000 degrees, Hawks. If I go off, I only have to touch you for a second and you’ll have deep, permanent burns on my hands wherever I am touching. Do you understand that?” Dabi urges. He’s pissed and scarred and fucking traumatized, so especially tonight, he will not be like his father no matter who it is offering to put up with it. “It’s a fucking curse at this point. He only taught me how to burn, never how to turn down the heat, and this shit is connected directly to my emotions which are pretty fucking fried today.”

Wings flutter and fine, fuck it. Hawks as a person is fucking gone for this crisp of a man who is currently showing him more care and consideration than he’s even allowed to show himself. 

“You have any other suggestions?” Hawks offers. “Because all you have to do is tell me no, and I’ll go find the hardest puzzle or something that I can to keep that busy brain of yours occupied until you stop feeling like you’re going to combust.”

Dabi pauses at this, not really expecting an alternative to be presented either since that certainly hadn’t been an option before. Either perform this impossible feat or fuck off have always been his only options from the time his quirk came in up until thirty seconds ago when the words left Hawks’ mouth. “No?”

“Was that your answer or a question?” Hawks asks patiently, and the lack of nicknames is as unnerving as it is affirming that the hero is actually serious. 

“I-...I don’t know…I’m not familiar with not having an alternative other than the person fucking off.” Dabi admits, the remaining alcohol that his quirk hasn’t burned through yet loosening his lips. “I’m waiting for the shoe to drop.”

“Hmmm, if it helps, this is the first time I’m initiating because I have an actual interest. Usually, this shit is for honeypot or to blow off more metaphorical steam without me actually caring about the other side, but this time…” Hawks feels his wings puffing up and shaking behind him. “As I said, bites aren’t required and you can leave whatever marks you want, but I wouldn’t be opposed to leaving this with a reason to leave the Commission.” He offers, not realising his slip-up. 

Dabi, on the other hand, is only tipsy by now and hanging on Hawks’ every word to not think about the ones in his head so catches the slip immediately and narrows his eyes again. “Finally done playing spy then?”

Hawks frowns in confusion before mulling over his words makes him wince. “Sharp as ever, even when reeking of vodka.” Hawks sighs before shrugging. “What can I say, you’re very persuasive.”

Dabi grunts a little, not believing that for a second, but gives his own sigh. “What happens if this all goes to shit, and you do end up needing to go back? I’m not expecting to make it out of this alive, you know?” He’s not as down bad as Hawks apparently is, but he has still developed a certain level of attraction to the hero that warrants him caring about backup plans. 

“Bird brain.” Hawks shrugs. “I’ll just say my bird imprinted on you as a mate, and I’ll be cleared. Almost like temporary insanity.”

Dabi frowns now, not liking that either. “Is it like that?”

Hawks smirks a little. “Only during mating season, but for once, fortunately, they keep letting non-heteromorphs make heteromorph laws, so as far as they know…”

Dabi hums in thought, studying Hawks for a moment. “So you’ve had a week after me no doubt almost burning down your apartment, and your solution for preventing a repeat was to make me more likely to explode from up close and personal? That was really the best you could come up with?”

If Hawks shrugs one more time Dabi is going to strangle him, but that’s exactly what he does. “The imprinting thing wasn’t a lie. My potential mate needs to be distracted, and the only method I have to offer that I have any confidence in is sex so I offered, but really whatever you think will help.” He finally admits now that he and his bird are on the same page. 

Dabi is silent for a moment now, thinking.

“Or if me fucking you would be better.” Hawks offers. “Fuck your brains out and all that. And no need to be ashamed if you wanna scream my name while I fuck away the pain. I was trained in both.”

Dabi looks at him in confusion before the meaning catches up with him. “Honeypot…oh my fucking god…when-”

“They waited until what we think is my 18th birthday,” Hawks assures, but Dabi only gapes more.

“What you think?!”

Hawks actually smirks a little. “They purchased me August 27th. You can get me drunk next time for my traumatic backstory.” 

Dabi blinks rapidly, obviously trying to wrap his drunken mind around what he’s just learned. He finally settles on turning up the heat to burn away the rest of the alcohol so he can think. 

Unfortunately, this allows him to think, and oh boy is that a bad idea. 

“I’ll top.” He decides quickly. “I’ll have more control and can fuck off if I’m about to barbeque us both.”

“I have quirk bracelets, too.” Hawks offers, only to hold up his hands in surrender when Dabi actually bares his teeth now. “Don’t take away the defence. Gotcha.”

Dabi nods, relaxing a bit again with Hawks’ understanding. “You’re leaving this with marks whether that be my hands or this bite you mentioned. Will that do anything to me?”

Hawks shrugs sheepishly now. “I…haven’t been allowed to acknowledge my bird since I was purchased.” He admits. “I know nothing about any of it beyond the legal benefits I looked up this week, and whatever questions I could think you might ask, but didn’t think of things as a whole.”

“Of course, you didn’t,” Dabi sighs as he whips out his burner. 

A very awkward call to Spinner later has them back on track and Dabi sighs as he rubs his temples.

“...Fine. I’ll admit, having something not traumatic to associate with the day might be nice, and I’ll at least get off either way so fuck it! Sure! Because why the fuck not!” He mutters, more out of embarrassment than annoyance. “Your place then?”

Hawks perks up with a chirp that is going to take Dabi some getting used to as the hero has to hold himself back from just swooping him away. “Too bugged, but there is a safe house they don’t know about twenty-ish minutes away. Five by wings, but I learned new insults last time I tried that.” He laughs easily.

“And you’ll learn even more if you ever try that again.” Dabi snarls before gesturing to the end of the alley. “Lead the way, birdie.”

This threat in mind and another rambling flashback in a different alleyway later leads to it actually taking an hour and several burned feathers to get to the safehouse, but, despite his earlier reservations, Dabi is on Hawks before he even gets to close the door, desperate to feel anything other than the inferno beneath his skin and hopes he can make Hawks moan loud enough to drown out his own screams. 

“Fuu- Dabi, wait-” Hawks gasps as hot lips start trailing down his neck. “The door.”

Dabi kicks it shut as he kicks off one of his boots, humming in amusement when he feels red feathers helping him with the other. “That desperate to get me naked, birdie?”

“To get you relaxed,” Hawks corrects with a breathy sound as Dabi’s lips return to his neck and rough hands start trying to figure out how the hell to get his shirt off around his wings. “Seeing you naked is just an added bonus.”

Dabi snorts, nipping at Hawks’ neck just to hear him chirp. “You don’t have to flatter me, but thanks I guess.”

Hawks sighs as his feathers take away the villain’s coat and undo the snaps of his own shirt. “Is it still flattery if it’s true?”

“If you’re delusional.” Dabi quips, starting to move down to Hawks’ collarbone now to suck dark marks. “Now where’s the bedroom in this one?”

Hawks sighs again, deciding a bit of confidence is his first order of business for Dabi as he uses a beat of his wings to push away from the wall and start leading Dabi down the hall by his shirt collar. “Guess I’m crazy then. Better fuck some sense into me.” 

Dabi smirks now, chuckling lowly as he wraps his too-warm arms around Hawks’ waist to follow him to the bedroom. “Birdie, if you have any sense after this, I didn’t do a good enough job!” He all but growls in Hawks’ ear, making his feathers puff in interest. “Now why don’t you be a good little bird, and get yourself open for me while I see if you’ve got burn stuff.”

“Should be some in the bathroom.” Hawks offers as he makes his way to the oversized bed purchased specifically for how much space his wings take up which hold a few twitching feathers as the only indication that the hero is nervous at all. They’ve slept together before, sure, but that was with no strings attached, and Dabi had agreed to the mating bites back in that alley to allow Hawks an out. He had long resigned himself to the fact that he’d never get to indulge his inner bird, and here he was about to make an ultimate commitment for some pretty eyes, mean smile, shiny staples, warm hands, soft or possessive touches, biting remarks, a genuine but unhinged laugh so full of life…

Why was he nervous again?

God, he was fucked whether he got Dabi’s dick in him or not, wasn’t he?

Speaking of which, thank fuck he had been to this safehouse recently because he had completely forgotten about lube, but there was a thankfully a little bottle in the drawer that he uses to make quick work of getting himself ready for Dabi. Was he slightly regretting not trimming his talons for once? A little. Was that going to stop him from bagging the villain currently riffling around in his bathroom? Absolutely not. 

He’s already managed two careful fingers by the time Dabi dumps an armful of medical supplies on the side table, and Dabi’s near-glowing eyes and smouldering once over have him willing to risk a third if it will get Dabi in him faster. 

“So too fast for your own good applies here too, huh?” Dabi teases, crawling onto the bed until he can loom over the hero and distract both of them by kissing Hawks until he coos, and ohhh, Dabi’s going to get addicted to that. “Can’t believe I’ve been fucking your brains out for months, and you’ve been hiding such pretty bird song from me. You’re already a far worse villain than I could ever be for that alone.” 

Hawks snorts, nipping playfully at Dabi’s nose for being a dork. He’s tempted to point out Dabi’s killed people, but so has Hawks so he guesses he doesn’t really have a leg to stand on there. “Wasn’t allowed to.” He pants instead.

Dabi scowls at this, hating each new tidbit he learns tonight. “Make sure to give names when I burn it down, pretty bird.” He decides, smirking victoriously when the nickname makes feathers puff in delight again. “Oh? Did you like being called a pretty bird?”

Hawks feels his face heat a little, but that could easily be blamed on the amount of heat Dabi is putting out right now anyway. “I like you calling me pretty bird.” He corrects with a small whine as he manages to work a third finger in himself. “It’s annoying when other people do it, but I know you’d just as easily call a dumb pigeon, so it feels more real.” 

Dabi hums, titling his head in thought as he looks down at the hero like a predator with new prey. “That does sound like me, doesn’t it?” He chuckles as he sits back to take in the view of Hawks panting beneath him with sweat-glistened skin and three fingers buried in his perky, toned little ass to get him ready to take Dabi’s cock. 

A cock that was currently straining against the staples holding his pants together, and he decides to let out just for the ego boost of seeing Hawks’ usual awe, and this time isn’t any different if maybe a little more expressive. “Like what you see, birdie?”

“Always,” Hawks’ admits easily for once, making a dark eyebrow raise into dyed-black bangs. He must really be trying to distract the villain from his own bullshit. “Want it inside me.”

“Oh, really?” Dabi smirks, trying to get himself into the right head space for this. “You want my cock, pretty bird? Wanna feel my piercings stretching you open and tugging on your rim as I fuck you full?”

Hawks nods quickly, making Dabi curse when sneaky feathers suddenly push him forward until strong legs can lock around bony, scarred hips and a taloned hand can tangle in dark hair to pull him down. “Make sure nothing ever makes me feel full again.”

Oh. Well, that was one way to do that.

Dabi grins manically as he’s finally let up before crashing their lips together in a heated kiss. It’s way more tongue and teeth than he intended but gives him the time to shoo Hawks’ fingers from himself before using the leftover lube and his own fingers to make sure his birdie is ready. 

“Fuck, Hawks. You’re gonna feel amazing wrapped around my cock. Working with talons and already so open for me.” Dabi nearly growls into Hawks’ mouth. 

Hawks shudders, the action reverberating through his wings as he reaches for the villain, far more agreeable than he usually is. “Please… Dabi…”

“Haven’t even gotten in you, and you’re already begging so pretty.” Dabi chuckles, cutting the hero off as he sits back with the lube to slick his cock with a groan before he lines up. “Really know how to ground a guy, huh?” Because that’s what this really was. Grounding. Using intense or steady sensations to keep Dabi in the present, and, based on past experiences, being in Hawks’ ass definitely counts as an intense experience. “Wanna make sure there’s not a thought in my head besides fucking every thought out of yours?”

Hawks does blush a little now but still nods as he tries to impale himself. “Exactly, Hot Stuff so if you’d just-” He starts getting huffy when warm hands just pin his hips in place. “Dabi!”

Dabi chuckles lowly, leaning down to kiss the hero so he can swallow the moan that escapes when he finally pushes in and catches feathers fluttering out of the corners of his eyes with each barbel that enters the blond. “There you go, birdie. This want you wanted?” He whispers against panting lips as he pushes another inside to make Hawks chirp.

“Yes…fuck, would be even better with you moving though.” Hawks groans as Dabi finally works himself into the base. “Fuck~”

“Patience, birdie,” Dabi smirks as he looms over the hero beneath him before groaning when he grinds his hip. “Fuck, you're still so tight.”

“Guess you better get to stretching me out then- Nngn~” Hawks moans when Dabi starts moving, biting his lip to maintain some of his pride despite already being very open about how much he wants the villain. 

“Nuh uh uh~” Dabi tuts, leaning down to bite at Hawks’ neck to make him gasp before sticking his fingers inside to hold it open. “What happened to not needing to be ashamed about screaming each other’s names, hero? Goes both ways, pretty bird and I want to hear you sing for me.” He orders with a hard thrust that manages to grind his Prince Albert against Hawks’ prostate. 

Hawks moans, wings shuddering next to him before puffing up with a louder moan when Dabi finally starts fucking into him properly. “Da-i~!” He cries out around the fingers in his mouth. 

“That’s better,” Dabi hums, stroking along Hawks’ tongue and pulling meanly to make him wine before removing his fingers and smearing the spit on the hero’s chest when he feels himself heating back up. He squeezes his eyes shut as his fingers unconsciously dig into a freckled hip before he pulls his hands away altogether when he accidentally sears Hawks, making the hero cry out. “Fuck, aloe.” He mutters, relieved when a feather is already dropping it next to his hand. 

“Shit, birdie, I thought it’d take longer than-” he notices Hawks’ hand gripping the base of his dick and trembling feathers and raises an eyebrow. “Did you just almost cum from me burning the shit out of you.”

“Shut up,” Hawks groans, starting to move his hand up and down his shaft now. “Just fuck me already.”

Dabi just looks at him in stunned silence before throwing his head back in a deranged cackle. “Oh my god. Isn’t fire one of your biggest weaknesses? And here you are trying to get off to-” A feather being slapped over his mouth just makes the villain laugh harder before he blows air almost hot enough to burn against it and licks along the vein with a searing tongue, grinning like a maniac when the actions make Hawks moan like a whore. “Oh, I’m going to have fun with this. Hopefully, it’ll be harder to panic if you actually want me to burn you, huh, birdie.” 

“Told- fuck, that hurts- Told you I’d be fine.” Hawks moans when Dabi finally starts moving again and the skin of his new handprint-shaped burn pulls. “Fuck! Dabi~!”

Dabi curses, gripping the sheets next to Hawks' head this time to start fucking him hard and fast how he knows the hero loves. “You’re just fucking perfect, aren’t you, pretty bird? Look at you, taking my cock and my fire like you were fucking made for it. Could sear my name right across your ass and you’d cum on the spot, wouldn’t you? My hand around your throat? Let all of Japan know who you belong to?” He barks out an annoyed laugh. “I could get you begging for that on camera though with your consent in writing and still get slapped with an abuse charge unlike him.”

Hawks chitters angrily, talons tangling in dyed hair to pull the villain down for a kiss that leaves his lips red and breath stuttered from the heat. “Erase him from your brain, Dabs. The bites are going to be pretty fucking noticeable if you manage to break skin, but I will deal with that.” He says with a sound that almost sounds like a growl. “Now fuck away the pain. Fake it like you love me if you have to, but just keep touching me so you have to focus to not cause actual damage, okay?”

Dabi curses against Hawks’ mouth, licking the tender flesh to feel feathers puff against his wrists before he nods. “Right…yeah…yeah, I’ll do that.” He groans as he tries to ignore the warning bells that go off in his head at the love part as he fucks the hero harder. 

Hawks moans, gripping dark hair tighter before forcing himself to grip the sheets instead before his talons can draw blood. “Good, just take it out on mE- Ahhh~” He chirps, needing to squeeze the base of his cock again to not cum when Dabi decides to focus on nailing his prostate. “Fuck! There! There! Wait! Ahhh~ If you keep doing that I’ll-”

“Yeah? Come on then, birdie,” Dabi grunts as he keeps fucking the blond. “Cum for me. Wanna feel you fall apart on my cock.”

“Mmmn~ But-Ah! But you-”

“Oh, don’t you worry, I’ll take care of myself, too.” Dabi smirks, hot mouth starting to bite along Hawks’ throat to make him chirp and coo. “It’s been a few weeks and I’ve been your only target, right? We both know you’ve got more than one in you.”

Hawks moans louder, so close. “Touch…Dabi, touch me, please…”

“That’s gonna hurt,” He points out, sure even the hero’s less-than-stellar nose can smell the sheets burning next to his face. 

“Don’t care, please, Dabi, wanna-AHH!”

Dabi, despite Hawks literally begging for it, still winces hearing Hawks scream when Dabi rests his hand on a toned pec for maybe two seconds, but for some reason, the old routine of quickly smearing aloe on the burn does calm him down. Maybe it's some old desire for someone to have cared enough to do the same for him, but he doesn’t get any hotter so that’s what he’s focusing on rather than unpacking more shit. That and the sound of Hawks moaning in his ear as he cums hard between them is enough to almost make him cum as well. 

“Fuck, Hawks, you-” He quickly realises he forgot about the mating bites when he feels raptor-like teeth actually manage to bite through the scar tissue on his neck enough to draw blood. 

Ah, so that’s his thing then. 

Dabi’s hips stutter as the feeling of Hawks claiming him makes him see stars as he cums hard inside the hero, moaning just as loud before also clamping his jaw when talons force his mouth to the juncture of Hawks’ neck and shoulder to do the same. 

Fuck, he doesn’t know if he’s ever cum that hard in his life, but that mating-for-life thing might not be too bad if he gets to do it again. 

When his ears finally stop ringing, it’s to the sound of contented chirping as Hawks happily licks at the bite and nuzzles Dabi’s chin. Trying to pull back at all gets him snapped at with a chitter, but also lets Dabi see how strung out Hawks looks on whatever that just did to the avian side of his quirk.

“Shit…” Is all Dabi can think to say at first as he returns his face to Hawks’ neck with a laugh of disbelief. “Is that always that intense?”

Hawks just coos, lightly headbutting Dabi’s jaw and making the villain snort. “You’re completely gone, aren’t you birdie?” He sighs as he gives his own bite a lick like Hawks had been doing to him and gets another happy chirp. “Think we can figure out a bath? Maybe get me cooled down?”

Hawks chirps angrily at the thought of moving and actually squawks when Dabi pulls out, but the villain switching to caring for the new burns seems to sate him enough to not complain. 

“Ah, I see what your real plan was, birdie,” Dabi smirks as he examines the kinda bad one on the hero's hip. “You just wanted taken care of, hmm?”

Hawks manages to laugh, grinning up at Dabi as though in a happy haze. “Better?” He manages though it sounds slurred. 

Dabi will deny how his face softens for a while more as he leans down to kiss tender lips. “Yeah, birdie, I’m a little better…thanks, I guess.”

Hawks wings puff up happily and he headbutts again before wrapping his arms around Dabi when prompted for the villain to carry him to the bathroom with its oversized tub to get them cleaned up so he can properly dress the hero’s new marks. 

Dabi may be one of Japan’s top villains now, but he still spent half of his life wanting to be a hero, and apparently a traumatic “death” doesn’t just burn that out of a person much to his annoyance the next morning when he realises how well that had worked at distracting him. It still takes a few days for Dabi to level out completely, still rather volatile and emotional, but fortunately unfortunately Hawks tattled to the League who suddenly have a million and one distractions ready by the time he returns and Toga is over the moon to learn that focusing on someone else helps him. 

If she and Magne end up with pretty ringlets in their hair from dragging him into a Girls' Night, he will deny it to his dying day. 

“So,” Hawks hums as he lays across Dabi’s chest a week later, carefully tracing a seam with a talon, “Did it work?”

Dabi hums, half asleep from the warm cocoon the hero’s wings create. “Better than a shot of whiskey or any pill I could’ve taken.” He admits.

Hawks chirp happily, nuzzling closer with a grin. “Happy to help then.” 

A bright turquoise eye peaks open to land on the bite next to where he was absently stroking Hawks’ wings. He hates admitting to himself how much it calms him, knowing there’s finally someone who won’t abandon him. “More than you know, birdie.” He sighs as he kisses fluffy blond hair. 

More than you know. 

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #dhweeknsfw24 #dabihawksweek24 #bnha smut

[thesakuragarnet]

But What If You Were Mine Until Our Breaths Gave Out

Summary: After successfully closing one of his cases at work, Touya Todoroki comes home to find his partner recovering after being hit with a lust Quirk.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Six: Multiple (rounds)

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 3,334 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, multiple rounds, smvt, DHWeekNSFW24, DabiHawksWeek2024, swearing, s3xual content, switch DabiHawks, multiple 0rgasms, lust Quirk, Civilian Social Worker Toya X Pro Hero Hawks, making out, over$timulation, aftercare, a n a l s3x, gay s3x,

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Touya Todoroki feels like oxygen is filling his lungs for the first time in his twenty-six-year-old life as he walks out of the Musutafu Child Safety Services Agency. This case has taken months for him to fully tie together, but, once again, he’s gotten a child out of an abusive situation and into a much more loving environment. For most of his childhood, Touya was in a darkly similar situation, being a witness to horrific violence against his mother and youngest brother. After his dream of being a Hero was shut down when his parents had him prescribed medication to quell his Quirk, Touya chose another path…social work. He studied his ass off, and it took years of grueling courses, but he did it. He’s been in the field since he was twenty-two years old, and he wouldn’t change anything. Most certainly…he wouldn’t change anything…because then…he might not have met his partner…Wing Hero: Hawks. If he hadn’t been up late working, he wouldn’t have almost gotten mugged in that alleyway taking shortcuts to his apartment in the city…until a certain winged Hero came to the rescue. Whether it was to Touya’s rescue or the mugger’s could be argued…considering that was a day Touya missed a dose of his meds. 

He and Pro Hero Hawks had recently gone public, staying out of the eyes of the press for the early parts of their romantic relationship after being friends for a year. Touya still wasn’t used to having all of the paparazzi outside of the courtrooms whenever he testified. They dogged him with questions he didn’t care about answering…he wished they would ask him about his role in his work rather than “why did Hawks choose you ”. The only backlash has been Hawks’ fanbase…which was to be expected. Whenever they went anywhere out in public, Touya always felt eyes boring into him…jealous and analytical. Hawks, on the other hand, wasn’t fazed whatsoever. Hell, he’d reassert his love for Touya with subtle squeezes of his hand, chaste kisses on the cheek, and sweet whispers. 

In truth…their relationship has been…utterly wonderful. Recently, Hawks moved into Touya’s apartment with permission from his handler at the HPSC under the condition that he would report weekly. Finally, after years of being touch-starved, Touya didn’t spend night after night alone…even when they both worked late, eventually, he could find peace with the fact that he would never go without seeing his partner for too long. 

Touya can’t wait to see Keigo. Kei had been working an overnight mission, and he didn’t come back from work until after Touya had already left this morning…which probably means he’s been bored out of his mind, lazily scrolling through Touya’s Netflix account that he shares with his siblings. Touya flips through his phone as he walks to the bus stop, waiting for his ride to the apartment complex. He leans against the pole beside the bench before he presses Kei’s contact information, and the phone starts to ring. 

“Heyyo,” Keigo Takami’s syrupy sweet voice sings through Touya’s speaker, making his heart flutter. 

“Hey, Kei. Everything’s wrapped up on the Kaneda case today. The twins are back with their biological mother,” Touya recounts as the bus pulls up. He promptly boards it, sitting in one of the unoccupied seats after giving the driver his change. 

“That’s awesome, T! I’m so damn proud of you,” Keigo grins into the phone, and, once again, Touya feels his heart soar. Touya thrives on praise…emotionally and sexually. He was a shining example of the burned-out-gifted-kid-to-praise-kink pipeline, and Keigo unintentionally took advantage of that. He was always complimenting Touya, adoring the blush that would rise into his pale cheeks and the way he would shuffle his feet. 

“Thank you,” Touya whispers, genuinely appreciative of the recognition he barely gets from anyone else. “What have you been up to all day?”

“Oh, y’know. The usual. Lounging around, waiting for my beautiful boy to get home. Can’t get you outta my mind today,” Hawks trills with a mischievous smirk on his face. Touya rolls his eyes. 

“You could always go out and do something,” Touya points out, watching the trees whizz by the windows. 

“Oh, I’m gonna do something alright. Just waiting for you to get home,” Keigo sneers breathlessly, making Touya raise his eyebrow as the bus rolls to a stop. He nods to the driver as he steps off and walks into the apartment complex. He walks up the stairs, listening to the suspicious silence on the other end of the phone line.

“You still there?”

“ Yeah ,” Hawks’ voice sounds strained through the speaker. “How far away are you?”

Touya promptly puts his keys into the lock of his apartment, and the line goes dead as he walks inside, closing the door behind him as he slips off his shoes. 

“Kei?” Touya calls into the darkened apartment, taking note of the dimmed lighting cautiously as he walks toward the bedroom. 

“Oh… oh ,” Touya’s cheeks flush beet red as he stands in the open bedroom door, taking in the sight before him. 

“Hey, baby,” Keigo sighs, covered in sweat, spread-eagled and naked on the bed, propped up at an angle sitting up against the pillows. His hand is lazily wrapped around his cock, fully erect and gushing. 

“You didn’t sound like you were jerking off,” Touya murmurs; this is a first for him to come home to. 

“You know I’m trained to keep cool under pressure,” Hawks winks with a sarcastic chuckle, and Touya would’ve rolled his eyes for the eighteenth time today if he wasn’t hypnotized by Keigo’s inhuman erection. He looks painfully hard, and it’s glistening with precome. 

“ Fuck. I’ve never been this horny in my life . Villain last night had some sort of lust Quirk…got hit with it. My HPSC doc said it should wear off by tomorrow,” Keigo grunts, tears welling up at the corners of his eyes as he bites his bottom lip. “I wanna fuck your brains out, Touya,” Keigo uncharacteristically moans, “I know you just got off work but I need you…so bad .”

Touya gulps, sweat beading at the back of his neck. He can’t help but think this is attractive…how blatantly Keigo craves him…it’s mesmerizing. Sure, their intimacy is usually supercharged, but this…this carnal need that’s pulsing through Keigo’s veins…it’s different. It’s animal. It’s…unbelievably sexy. Touya’s dick twitches half-hard in his pants, arousal slowly growing the longer he stares at his partner. An orgasm or two doesn’t sound like a bad way to end the day, especially when he’s already on a dopamine high from his success at work. Touya starts unbuttoning his shirt, and Keigo’s pupils practically swallow his irises, a lewd groan leaving Keigo’s lips as his eyes drag down his partner’s body. Touya’s build is average, going from in and out of shape due to his lackluster routine, scrawny in some places and softer in others, but Keigo has always thought he’s gorgeous. The winged Pro almost moans when Touya’s belt and pants hit the floor, giving him a full view of the tent in his boxers. It isn’t long before Touya’s completely naked, crawling into bed.

As soon as Touya’s within reach, Hawks pounces , overcome with desire. The breath is knocked from Touya’s lungs as the Pro grabs him by the shoulders and rolls, pinning him to the bed and looming over him. Before he can blink, their lips are crashing together, desperate and messy, Keigo’s tongue exploring Touya’s mouth. Touya gasps into the kiss, eyelids fluttering, hands roaming Keigo’s muscled form as he succumbs to his lover’s barrage. 

“Gonna make you see stars , baby,” Keigo chuckles darkly between sloppy kisses. Touya gasps again when he feels cold, lubed fingers prodding against his hole, gently massaging and kneading the tight ring of muscle. Touya hums in pleasure, muscles tensing as Keigo keeps whispering in his ear for him to relax. Keigo leans back from pinning Touya to the bed, taking his unlubed hand to massage Touya’s ass cheek as the other slowly presses a finger inside. Touya’s back arches ever so slightly as one finger turns into three, gently scissoring him open to Keigo’s delight. It isn’t long before his fingers are replaced with Keigo’s throbbing, hot tip, catching Touya off guard as it catches on his rim. 

“ Shit , Kei,” Touya hisses through gritted teeth as the winged Pro slowly pushes in inch by glorious inch until they’re skin-to-skin. Keigo feels like he’s on fire, the greedy lust surging through his body and mind from the after-effects of the lust Quirk. He wants nothing more than to just fuck Touya senseless, but his resolve and concern for Touya are stronger than whatever spell he’s been put under; he doesn’t want to hurt him…not unless he explicitly wanted it. 

Touya sighs and curses as Hawks slowly begins rocking his hips, the soft sounds of lovemaking echoing off the walls. Keigo’s panting hard , breaths coming out hot and heavy and strained…like he’s clawing at the walls for more friction. Each thrust is that much harder…that much deeper…that much faster…until he’s bucking his hips at a brutal pace. Touya’s whole body rocks back and forth, the sheets bunching underneath the small of his back and his head just barely avoiding hitting the headboard. Hawks looks like an angel above the white-haired man, wings spread out, feathers curling, the dimmed light of the bedroom enveloping him in a halo. The view for Hawks is almost as captivating, watching the sweat bead on Touya’s brow…the way his face contorts into pure ecstasy…the way his muscles twitch with every touch. It’s too much. Keigo’s gonna come early.

“ Fuck ,” Hawks’ voice cracks as his vision blurs and he comes… hard . Touya groans at the feeling of the hot ropes coating his insides, whimpering as Keigo continues grinding, cock still massaging his walls. Keigo carefully slips out with a whine, cock still rock-hard to Touya’s shock, smeared in white. Before Touya can complain, Hawks speaks up. 

“Touya,” He whimpers pitifully, which takes the white-haired man aback. Usually, he’s the one who’s submissive during sex. Yet, it seems like Keigo’s walls have suddenly crumbled to the ground in such a way that he’s pleading.

“Fuck me… please ,” Keigo begs like a bitch in heat, and it awakens something deep in Touya’s gut. 

“You…hah…want me to top?” Touya stammers, catching his breath from the rampant sex session. Keigo nods vigorously…embarrassingly needy. 

“Please,” Keigo mumbles, cheeks flushed and eyes wide. 

“Will it…will it hurt you?” Touya speaks slowly, the thought of burying himself inside Keigo sounding remarkably thrilling…and his body is still screaming for release, muscles twitching. 

“I’ve done it before, and I fingered myself earlier. I’ll be fine,” Keigo hurriedly blurts, seemingly impatient. Touya gulps, trying to process what he’s about to do. He’s blushing like a virgin, which isn’t anything new considering Keigo was the one who took his virginity. 

“Okay,” Touya grunts, “On your back. I wanna look at you.”

Keigo complies before grabbing his ankles and spreading his legs, making the heat rush to Touya’s cheeks as he sees his lover in such a vulnerable position. Touya swallows hard once more as he grabs the bottle of lube from the nightstand, wincing from the motion. His ass is still sore, and he can feel the cum leaking between his legs. He shakes the thought away; they can wash the sheets in the morning. He shudders as he fists his dripping cock with the lube, prepping himself to fuck Hawks into next week. The Pro Hero waits, saliva pooling on his tongue at the thought. Touya inhales sharply when his tip tenderly rubs against Hawks’ hole, and a long, low moan bursts from his lips when he slips inside almost effortlessly. It feels so fucking good. Definitely better than Hawks’ mouth or his hand. Keigo clenches down deliberately, squeezing Touya’s dick in a way that makes him groan, and he squirms to get deeper inside. Keigo pushes back down against Touya’s cock, helping him plunge further into his guts. 

“Fffuck…you feel good, Kei,” Touya whimpers before he starts languidly thrusting. Each movement is like a lightning strike through Touya’s cock…he’s not gonna last long either.

"Yeah…hah…fuck me like you mean it, T,” Keigo groans, laughs bubbling between lewd sighs as his cock bounces against his abs. Touya doesn’t need any more encouragement before his hips snap against Keigo’s ass. Touya’s chest heaves like he’s running a marathon, jackhammering wildly into his lover.

“Yes…yes… yes, Kei~fuck !” Touya comes with a choked sob, the climax wracking his brain as his hips stutter; Hawks writhes beneath him, whimpering as he attempts to get more friction. 

“Don’t worry,” Touya gasps, “I’m gonna make you fucking come.” 

Touya takes deep breaths, bending down to kiss Keigo as his cock twitches, slowly rehardening inside him. The winged Pro melts beneath his touch. In one burst of strength, Touya pulls out and flips Keigo, grabbing his hips and jerking them, slipping inside him once again. Keigo yelps, facedown in the pillow as Touya traces his hands up his back, fingering through the feathers in his wings and stimulating him. Keigo’s muffled wail of pleasure is music to Touya’s ears, and he reaches around to wrap his hand around Keigo’s throbbing dick. 

“ Touya ~ ah !” Hawks moans, drooling onto the pillow as Touya starts rutting his hips and jerking him off simultaneously. The lovers groan and pant, heat coiling in the pits of their stomachs as they’re overcome with pleasure. Touya shivers at the overstimulation, gritting his teeth as it overloads his senses. Hawks can’t take it anymore. It’s all so much all at once.

“I’m-I’m-I’m~” Hawks stutters, voice pitching higher and higher as his cock twitches, and Touya cuts him off with a breathy “me too” before abruptly leaning forward and latching his teeth onto Keigo’s neck. Hawks comes all over the comforter, cock convulsing in Touya’s hand, and Touya grunts as his own orgasm floods his senses. He bites hard enough to bruise, teeth sinking into Keigo’s flesh, and Keigo mumbles something unintelligible as Touya releases his grip, pulling out his flagging erection. He collapses on the bed beside Keigo, who shudders, feathers flexing as he attempts to sit up. 

Touya’s out of breath, staring up at his lover with a bleary-eyed expression, overwhelmed and overflowing with the orgasmic high. However, he sees the guttural need in Keigo’s eyes, and realizes that he’s still raring to go another round. 

“ Fuck , man,” Touya sighs, exhausted and yet confusingly aroused at the thought of being enough for Keigo to be absorbed in his libido.

“One more, baby… please …just one more I promise. Lemme fuck you. You can just lay back and feel good,” Hawks croons, tracing Touya’s jawline with one hand and cupping the side of his face lovingly. He bends down, pausing inches away from Touya’s lips…and Touya’s psyche practically implodes, overcome with nothing but desire as he grabs Keigo’s face, colliding their lips together. Keigo moans Touya’s name into his mouth, tasting sweeter than honey on Touya’s tongue.   

“I want you.” The words rumble in Keigo’s throat as he breaks the kiss, staring into Touya’s eyes with pure worship.

“Do your worst, Daddy,” Touya snickers mockingly, eyes flirtatious and full of the azure flames being held back. Hawks’ face contorts into a sultry smile as he grabs hold of Touya’s calves, pushing his legs up and out, pressing his knees to his chest.

Keigo pushes into Touya’s hole, swollen and still leaking cum from the first round, but Touya doesn’t seem to mind. Especially with the way he cries out, toes curling and legs quivering. 

Touya can see the bulge from Keigo fucking him, and it makes his cock twitch that much more as he leans his head back into the pillow. 

“Last one, baby. Fuck , last one,” Keigo pants, breath hitching and voice pitching higher and higher as he pounds into his partner. Touya’s screaming Keigo’s name now, pain and pleasure mixing so beautifully, forgetting for a moment that he has neighbors. 

“ Touya …oh fuck…oh fuck , fuck, fuck !” Keigo wails, balls slapping against Touya’s ass faster and faster with every rock of his hips as his arousal consumes him. Touya’s cock bounces pitifully against his stomach, reddening into a purple as wanton moans are punched from his lungs. The sounds of the lovers echo through Touya’s apartment, sounding like a porno connecting to a Bluetooth speaker. Touya’s crying now, emotions absolutely destroying him, and, if he wasn’t medicated, he’d be bursting into flames. He’s crying from the pleasure, crying from the pain, crying from the overstimulation…but he doesn’t want it to stop. Not yet. Not until they’ve both reached the earth-shattering high that they’re chasing so intensely. 

“Fuck me, Keigo , fuck me~!” Touya slurs, mouth hanging open, each exhale releasing as a lewd whimper. Hawks’ wings flex behind him, feathers puffing up as heat coils in the pit of his stomach, tremors rolling through his body. 

“Take it, baby. Take it all. Take all of my fucking seed, baby,” Hawks hisses fervently, nails digging into Touya’s calves as he keeps his legs pinned to his chest, up and apart so he can reach the deepest parts of his lover.

Hawks comes with a sudden cry out, panting and groaning as he keeps fucking Touya through his own orgasm, painting his insides white. The sensation sends Touya over the edge, and he gasps, choking on his own sobs as he comes so hard that some of it hits his chest. The air is thick with their huffs and puffs of air, gasping for breath after drowning in pure pleasure. Their chests rise and fall as Touya’s hands weakly grasp for Keigo, who immediately slides his hands to Touya’s shoulders and presses a deep, longing kiss to his spit-slicked lips. Touya whimpers pathetically into Keigo’s mouth, arms shaking and draping around the back of the hero’s neck as they embrace. 

After everything, Keigo’s finally blissed out, balls empty and aching.

“Gonna pull out,” He whispers as he breaks the kiss, and Touya nods, sniffling from the tears that are still making their way down his flushed and sweaty face. Tenderly, Hawks pulls out of Touya, sighing in relief before he presses his lips to Touya’s forehead. Feathers swirl, haphazard and slightly uncoordinated as they go into Touya’s bathroom and bring back warm rags. Hawks helps Touya sit up, both of the lovers quivering and sore and out of breath as they each take a rag and gently start to dab at one another’s skin. Keigo blots away the tears streaking down Touya’s face. Touya wipes at the bruise he made from biting into Keigo’s neck. They finally clean the come off of each other before the feathers throw the rags into the laundry basket in the corner of the room. Keigo wraps his wings around his partner, pulling him close as Touya draws the covers over the both of them. They indulge in the feeling of one another’s warmth, skin still buzzing from the overstimulating orgasms, oxytocin and dopamine still pumping through their veins. The relief is palpable. Their love pollutes the air…pollutes their souls…they’re drowning in devotion for one another as they hold each other. Touya’s ear is against Keigo’s chest, listening to the steady thump of his heartbeat. 

“That was…something,” Touya laughs sleepily, yawning as his eyelids grow heavy from the sensual workout. 

“Mmmhm,” Keigo hums sweetly, running his fingers through Touya’s fluffy white locks. 

“I love you, Keigo,” Touya murmurs, catching a final glimpse of the hero’s gorgeous golden eyes as he closes his ocean blues.

“I love you too, darling…Get some good rest,” Keigo whispers, nuzzling into his forehead as they both drift into dreams.

#my hero academia fanfiction #dhweeknsfw24 #dabihawksweek24 #dabi x hawks #dabihawks #dabi smut #hawks smut #civilian x hero #civilian dabi #dabi #hotwings #toukei #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 writer #keigo takami #touya todoroki smut #dabihawks smut #dabihawks week #dabihawksweek 2024

[vampyrsutton]

Do You Hear What I Hear?

Summary:

When Hawks passes out on patrol and is forced by Rumi to take a break, she is less than thrilled to find out he has no interests or hobbies so insists he at least get some in some capacity. This is how she ends up making him an account on a cam site, but in a world where when you hear your soulmate's voice, they can hear everything you do, what is Hawks supposed to do when the pretty scarred boy starts hearing an echo of his stream on stream?

Ao3 Tags:

Sex Work, Sex Cam Worker Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Dabi | Todoroki Touya is Not a Villain, League of Villains Are Not Villains (My Hero Academia), Repressed Takami Keigo | Hawks, Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Hikiishi Kenji | Magne Lives, Switch Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Protective Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Hero Public Safety Commission's Bad Parenting (My Hero Academia), Background Relationships, How Did That Plot Get There?, blood mention, Dabi | Todoroki Touya Needs a Hug, Takami Keigo | Hawks Needs a Hug, Sex Toys, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Crack Treated Seriously

Notes:

For Day 3 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

NSFW Prompt: Sex Work

“Stupid fucking Shie Hassaikai,” Hawks mutters to himself as he flies to his office again after he was supposed to have finally clocked out. 

This is the third time tonight he’s been called in to help assess possible leads, and he doesn’t even want to try counting what time this week. All he knows is that he hasn’t slept in three…four? He hasn’t slept more than maybe two hours in days and this intern is about to get fired if he doesn’t learn to use his damn brain and read. He swears if this is another mixed-up file, he’s joining the enemy or at the very least getting ahold of one of the quirk-erasing bullets they’re hunting so he can finally get some damn sleep. 

He forces himself to plaster on another picture-perfect smile as he flies over some fans snapping pictures and goes to do a flip in the sky, but that proves to be a horrible idea when being horizontal for even a second makes the world spin and his wings refuse to take him another centimetre. 

‘Dammit,’ He thinks as he plummets to the ground, getting his feathers to at least make sure he won’t die. ‘This is gonna be so much paperwork..and extra training.’

He hears the fans scream and one talking on the phone, hopefully calling for help, but that’s all he gets out of it before his eyes refuse to open and his body’s demand for sleep finally wins. 

When he comes to who knows how long later, it is once again to the sounds of someone on the phone, but this time instead of a teenager, it's a rabbit hero, and she is pissed. 

“I don’t give a rat's ass how many photoshoots or hours you think he has, I already found people to cover his shifts and will be covering multiple myself! He is not leaving this hospital until he is discharged, and he is not putting on that tacky-ass suit until the doctors clear him! If he does either even a second before he’s allowed to, I will make Kamino look like a fucking joke, do you hear me, you old hag?!” Mirko—or he guesses Rumi based on the casual clothing—yells down the line with her foot threatening to stomp a hole in the floor. “You don’t think I will?! How about this? Someone had to go get clothes for him and I don’t have a handler making me trim my claws!”

Hawks pales, looking at Rumi in horror at what she’s insinuating she now knows. “Rumi, don’t-”

“Oh, he’s awake.” Rumi grins like she didn’t just put a target on her back before growling into the phone again. “Don’t even think of sending a hitman. Not only would I love to see them try, but I’ve already put nets in place in case they succeed so don’t bother, and fuck off. I have a friend to check on.” 

“Rumi, what did you-” This time Hawks is cut off by a coughing fit. Shit, how long was he out?

Rumi just brings him some water. “So, wanna tell me the last slept, or am I becoming public enemy number one?”

“Like you aren’t already,” Hawks mutters once his throat doesn’t feel like sandpaper. "I think I got like two hours on Saturday surprisingly?"

"Hawks! It was Tuesday!" Rumi scoffs, stomping her foot in outrage. 

"Yeah? And?" Hawks tilts his head like it really is no big deal. “Wait, was? What day is it now?”

"And?! What do you mean and?! Is this normal for you?!" She demands, completely ignoring his other question.

Hawks just shrugs like she’s the one being unreasonable. "Uh, yeah? I’m the number two hero. I don't have time."

Rumi makes a low bunny sound that he hasn’t even heard in battle. "Hawks you need sleep, you dumbass!" 

Hawks scowls, feeling she’s over reacting. "Well, I can't just take time off! People need me!"

"Oh, yes you can! And you will! I already publically recorded and cussed out the Commission bitch trying to get you out of here and back to work before the doctor approved it, and you heard me on the phone just now!” She thumps again in irritation. “You have all of next week off. You're welcome." 

"Rumi!” Hawks squawks, still too tired to hold it in and making her eyes widen. No one has ever heard bird sounds out of him since his debut. “Why would you do that?! What the hell am I supposed to do for a week?!"

"Uh, whatever you do on your days off?" Rumi answers like he’s stupid.

There’s silence.

Rumi narrows her eyes. 

"Hawks… when was the last time you had a day off?" She asks evenly. 

"Uh...I had a week off in the spring?"

"In the spri- Hawks it's fall and speaking from experience, mating season doesn't fucking count, you birdbrain!” And she’s back to yelling, her ears twitching as though trying to shake out the excess rage. “What about before that? And I swear to god if you say last spring I will find the Meta Liberation Army and tell them how to take down the Commission myself!"

More silence.

Rumi glares. "You're kidding me.”

Continued silence, Hawks’ brain too sleep-deprived to think of anything. 

Rumi sighs, gritting her teeth as she pinches the bridge of her nose. "Goddammit Hawks. Just- Just go home and relax. Maybe get laid or something I don't fucking know. Hell, when was the last time you even did that?"

Who knew silence could be so deafening?

"Okay fuck the Liberation, Im committing arson myself!” Rumi stomps. “What the actual fuck?"

"I don't have time for a relationship, and a hookup could ruin my image,” Hawks shrugs, for some reason sheepish about this part. “Plus my species of hawk kind of mates for life.”

"Oh, for fuck’s sake, no wonder you’re such a bitch after your week off," Rumi grumbles, running a hand down her face. “What about your soulmate? Have you tried finding them yet?” 

Hawks just blinks at her in confusion. “Aren’t those a fairy tale?”

Rumi blinks back before nodding slowly. “Yup. I’m stomping a bitch in a suit." She decides,  taking out her phone and typing furiously "Do you like guys, girls, both, or yes?" 

Hawks blinks in bewilderment now instead. "Uh, why?" 

Rumi grimaces, "Yeah, srorry,  that's a weird question, but just answer it. I won't tell and will love and support you no matter what. Lesbian's honour." 

"...I believe you,” Hawks finally relents, “and, uh, ditto I guess? I like guys, but why are you asking?"

“You’ll see in a second.” She mumbles, still typing furiously. “Check your phone." She orders, finally handing it to him off the nightstand where she had it charging. “Don’t worry, the Commission is blocked.”

Hawks sighs in acceptance, unlocking his phone when an email comes in. There on his phone, a link pops up to a cam site with an account already made and awaiting email confirmation.

Hawks' entire face goes red "R-rumi! Why?!" 

"Thank me later.” She says as she snatches his back to confirm the email before he can delete it. “There. It's set up and I gave you 50 tokens so use it during your week off. It's anonymous and they never have to know who you are." She smirks before heading to the door. "I’ll go let the doctor know you're awake." 

Hawks face is about as red as his feathers, and all he can do is stutter as she walks out, but he has to worry about convincing the doctor he’s fine so tries to force it form his mind. Unfortunately, the nurse with the doctor has a quirk that lets him read vitals like video game stats so Hawks doesn’t stand a chance at going back to work for the next week apparently. He does, however, get released to go home at least where he tries to push the site from his mind.

That was Thursday morning. 

He makes it to Friday evening before total and complete boredom and maybe a little bit of curiosity gets the better of him.

"Dammit Rumi. Why? Just why? And how does she know what I usually make my password?" He mutters as he changes it and changes the display name from ChickenWingz69—the smart ass—to HotWingz. 

Once he's set up, he sighs and accepts his fate before starting to scroll. 

Or, at least, he plans to before he refreshes his page and a blur of purple and silver catches his eye. 

Hawks hovers over the thumbnail to enlarge it and his breath catches when striking turquoise eyes stare into his soul and promise to call him a million and one names that are guaranteed to make his wings quiver. Framing the pretty eyes is soft looking, spiky black hair that is dyed based on the shock of white Hawks can see lower down, but does this guy dye his eyebrows too? Anyway, besides thick lashes, his eyes are also framed by some rougher-looking, pinkish skin under his eyes in half moons and pretty pale skin. His lower jaw, neck, and continuing onto his right arm until his wrist has the same faded pinkish-red, but his left arm from wrist to mid-bicep and in a band around his stomach and lower pecs has a deep purple scar tissue that Hawks realises are grafts that are being held on buy silver staples. 

He probably turns the more judgemental or insecure off, but Hawks is captivated. 

Hawks finally clicks to join the stream. 

DabiinFlames

He must have just started because he’s still wearing tight leather pants that do nothing to hide the monster pressed against his thigh, and he appears to be talking, letting Hawks take in the piercings on his also pinkish ears, the three studs forming a triangle in his right nostril, what Google calls K9 piercings, and barbell in his healthy right nipple, all in silver. 

Hawks didn't think someone so perfect could exist, but then he greats Hawk’ screen name and Hawks is done for.

"I see we have a new viewer.” Drawls a low, smoke-worn voice that explains the grafts and makes Hawks’ wings puff and flutter. “Welcome HotWingz. Sorry for the weird echo. Let me just fix that real quick." Dabi hums before fiddling with something off-screen that Hawks assumes is a mic.

'Echo?’ Hawks manages to think as he tries to get the rest of his brain back online despite his blood suddenly being in the wrong head. ‘I don't hear an echo?' 

He decides to type as much.

[Hotwingz: Hey! Glad to be here! I dont hear an echo tho???]

"Huh? Well, that's weird. Anyone else?" Dabi checks in.

The chat sounds their lack of echo and Dabi looks really confused before his eyes widen "Shit. Is there anyone else new in the chat?" He asks, hand out of frame to scroll 

A few people seem to catch on and the chat loses it.

[DustyHandHeld: What the fuck? Whats this guy's deal coming in here and stealing Dabi from us?!]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: Oh! Congrats! Not what I was expecting of my fun time, but go off I guess]

[AppleBottomJeanz: @DustyHandHeld Don't be an incel.]

[Deadpool: Oh my god! Congrats!] 

[~So am I not getting off tonight?]

"What are they talking about?" Hawks wonders aloud before typing in chat.

[Hotwingz: Uhhh? What's everyone talking about? Is there something wrong with the stream?]]

"Well fuck. This is not how I expected this show or that meeting to go.” Dabi snorts, pushing his hair back from his face in amusement. “Here, let me spell it out for you, Wingz. I'm gonna turn on music then mute myself guys, hold on." 

[DustyHandHeld: This idiot needs it spelled out? Dabi shouldnt even waste his time]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: Extra Crusty aren't we tonight Dusty?]

[Deadpool: Thanks for the warning Dabi!] 

[~Don't be a dick Dusty]

"Not a problem, Deadpool.” Dabi waves off. “You mentioned on the server that sudden loud sounds set you off, and while being a dick might be part of my charm, I'm not a complete asshole.” He says with a smirk that does horrible things to Hawks’ heart before pretty eyes narrow in a way that makes Hawks sit up up straighter. “And he's right, Dusty. Behave. We've talked about this.'' Dabi drawls as he finally picks a song on his phone. Something hot and sexy. "Hope you don't mind the choice, Birdie, but I do still have bills. Muting now, guys." Dabi warns before the music suddenly sounds like it's underwater to Hawks as Dabi starts slowly teasing those damn pants off to the music.

[Hotwingz: Uh it didn't mute?] 

[DustyHandHeld: Is this guy fucking serious?]

[AppleBottomJeanz: @Hotwingz Oh hun.]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: @Hotwingz The rest of us can't hear it bud.]

[IveLostMyMarbles: @Hotwingz Does the music by chance sound like its underwater?]

Hawks is so distracted by the sight on his screen that he doesn’t bother reading the chat for a moment despite the pinging. There are more of the darker scars on Dabi’s left calve and making a mid-thigh to ankle stocking on the right with more staples, but Hawks is more focused on what has to be eight inches of thick cock coming from the shock of neatly trimmed white pubes and lined with a Jacob’s Ladder of piercings and…another Google search says a Prince Albert. 

Ah, so this is how people end up spending their life savings on cam sites because Hawks doesn’t think he can entirely blame his bird brain following the shinies on his urge to give this man anything he asks. 

It’s not until the third consecutive ping from his laptop that he finally reads Marble's message, and listens for a second.

[Hotwingz: Woah how did you know???]

[DustyHandHeld: I- I'm gonna scream]

[AppleBottomJeanz: ...I can't argue for once] 

[Deadpool: Hotwingz... 

[~Is this guys for real?! ]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: Oooh! Soulmates! How romantic!]

“Soulmates?” Hawks mutters, remembering the conversation with Rumi where he had asked if they were fairy tales because, despite all the hype, that’s what they might as well be to him.

There’s no fucking way. Rumi will never let him live this down if they’re right.

[Hotwingz: Huh? Soulmates? What does that have to do with anything?]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: ...]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: You do know what a Soulmate is, right?]

Hawks sighs because, obviously, he knows what they are. It's all anyone ever talks about after all, but he doesn’t have time for that stuff and avoids it in interviews to the point that people have finally stopped asking. To be honest he doesn't even remember how one went about finding theirs anymore. 

[Hotwingz: Well yeah...I just don't remember how you know...?]

[AppleBottomJeanz: …If I may before Knives hits us with a wall of caplock]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: Please!]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: You’re no fun]

[AppleBottomJeanz: Very well. Do you mind if I DM you so the others can enjoy the show, and Dabi can make some money.]

[Hotwingz: Sure.]

It takes seconds for Hawks to get a DM that he eventually figures out how to open in a new window so that he doesn’t have to leave the stream while he reads it. 

[AppleBottomJeanz: Hello. First, I feel I should ask, you are over the age of 18, correct?]

[Hotwingz: Im 22]

[AppleBottomJeanz: Just checking. Are you in a situation you need help out of?]

Hawks sighs, starting to believe it the more he’s asked. 

[Hotwings: No]

[Yes?]

[I don’t know anymore, but it /is/ mostly just my schedule.]

[AppleBottomJeanz: Understood, feel free to reach out if you end up needing the assistance. This site may not be very heroic, but I am a hero and will offer my help if yo]

[chara limit- u need it.]

Hawks snorts. Oh, if only this guy knew. 

…though that user is a little suspicious, but also way too silly so there’s no way. 

[Hotwingz: Thanks. Ill let you know]

[Now about the soulmates? Because if you all are right, mine is hot and I wanna go back to watching him]

Somewhere in Japan, a different hero snorts into his denim pajamas. 

[AppleBottomJeanz: Very well. So, as you have noticed, once Dabi started talking after you joined the stream, as in when /you/ first heard /his/ voice, Dabi started hear]

[chara limit- hearing an echo and things he was hearing sounded underwater to you. I imagine before tonight, there was a loud white noise in the back o]

[of your mind. It should be gone now or at least quieter if you have multiple. Is it gone?]

Ignoring that white noise had been part of his earliest training but now that AppleBottomJeanz mentioned it…

[Hotwingz: Hey its gone!]

[Oh]

Oh.

[OH!]

[AppleBottomJeanz: It will complete when you meet and he hears your voice. You’ll be able to hear everything the other does.]

Hawks suddenly understands why his voice being slightly altered was part of his contracts, and—despite not caring about soulmates twenty minutes ago—knowing Dabi was his, he was now furious.

Maybe he could let Rumi commit an atrocity.

[Hotwingz: Thank you!]

[AppleBottomJeanz: Happy to help.]

Hawks returns to the stream now and curses as he returns to the view of Dabi stroking his absolutely perfect cock with a sinful groan that goes right to Hawks’ dick and makes Dabi chuckle. 

“Welcome back, Wingz.” Dabi smirks, looking down his nose at the camera with sinful eyes that make Hawks chirp and Dabi curse. “Fuck, he chirps, guys. Should I call you ‘Pretty Bird’ then?”

Hawks will claim his dick types the next part. 

[Hotwingz: Fuck man if you keep saying it like that, you can call me a whore for all I care]

[I am so sorry my goldfish typed that]

Dabi’s laugh is the final nail in Hawks’ coffin. 

“Nice to meet you, too. It’s a shame, I can’t make you work to see the goods, but ain’t no rest for the wicked, right?” Dabi smirks in amusement before moaning when his thumb teases his Prince Albert. “Fuck, you caught up now, pretty bird?” He asks before his smirk turns wicked when he can hear Hawks coo again. “You like that, don’t you?”

[Magnetizing: Well @Hotwingz? You caught up or are we getting cucked until you are?]

Hawks drags his talons through his hair in embarrassment despite being alone before sighing.

[Hotwingz: Yeah.. AppleBottomJeanz filled me in]

[...hi Dabi]

[Deadpool: There we go!]

[~He finally gets it!]

Hawks had looked away from the show for only a few seconds to read chat, but a hiss draws his attention back only for his mouth to go dry at the sight of Dabi starting to finger himself open, head thrown back in a moan.

Fuck.

[Hotwingz: Fuck. Yeah, Im caught up and just so everyone knows, God is real and I'm petitioning for Lust to be taken out of the sins. Holy shit that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen]

Dabi must glance at the chat again because that sinful laugh sounds through Hawks’ speakers once more to wrap around his dick and make him groan, finally getting his hand on himself. He did have a purpose in coming here after all. 

[Hotwingz: Im closing the petition. That was illegal]

Dabi’s laugh filters through his speakers again before being cut off in a moan when Dabi seems to hit his prostate. "Thanks for helping him figure it out, Jeanz. Hope you don't mind if I finish the show, birdie?" 

[several people are typing...] 

[DustyHandHeld: Dammit! What the hell?]

[AppleBottomJeanz: Behave. We dont mind. Wingz is more important]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: It'd be a shame, but we'd understand.]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: Eeeee! I'm just happy to witness this!]

[IveLostMyMarbles: It's quite alright you two]

[Magnetizing: It was fun while it lasted. Farewell big tittied emo boy]

[Deadpool: This is so cute!]

[~Wholesome? In my fap session?]

Dabi laughs at the last comment from Deadpool as he removes his fingers and reaches for something off-screen. His eyes pierce the camera as he smirks while pulling what appears to be a fucking machine with a sizeable dildo attached into frame, and Hawks swears Dabi is staring directly at him. "Well, pretty birdie? Up to you?" 

Hawks doesn’t hesitate.

[Hotwingz has donated 20 token] 

[Hotwingz: I'd be upset if you /Stopped/! I came here to get off just like everyone else]

[Hotwingz: I mean only continue if you want of course but /please/ continue]

Dabi chuckles before lubing up the dildo, "Fuck, birdie, that's kinda hot. Well, you heard 'em guys. The show must go on."

[DustyHandHeld: Thank God!]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: I second that]

[OrigamiDom✅: Third]

[Deadpool: Fourth! 

[~The cryptid speaks!]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: Ok but Magne-chan had a point. /Does/ this count as cucking?] 

[AppleBottomJeanz: Knives? What the fuck?]

[IveLostMyMarbles: No, Knives has a point]

[Hotwingz: @Knives ...Lets not unpack that right now] 

Hawks turns his attention back to the show to watch his soulmate be fucked by the machine. It doesn’t take long for him to realise that along with the dildo being rather big, the machine’s power and speed appear to be connected to donations because the scarred man curses and moans when Dusty donates ten. 

"D-damn... You all are ruthless tonight huh?" He pants as he adds a cockring after a goal is met that Hawks finally notices on the sidebar. "Shows gonna be over too fast if you keep thIIIs u-up! Fuck!"

[KnivesOutforHarambe donated 5 tokens]

[KnivesOutforHarambe: Might as well give your Birdie a show!]

[NotTheTurtleMaster donated 8 tokens]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: It's the least we can do to thank you both for the continued show]

Hawks can't say he minds as he purchases more tokens and donates 15 to watch the man about fold in half as he arches off the bed, cock twitching helplessly as an orgasm is stopped. 

"Fuck!" Dabi whimpers, making Hawks curse and need to squeeze his dick not to cum with him. "Tha-That was just mea-” He finally sees who sent it and glares, but it’s softened by his lip just barely jutting out. “Of course, my soulmate's as much of a dick as I am!" 

[DustyHandHeld: Thank you for this visual meal]

Hawks smirks at getting a positive reaction out of Dusty and feels a little daring. 

[Hotwingz: Maybe you can do that to me when we meet]

The shudder that wracks Dabi’s body is visible when he reads that. "Bet you won't be that cocky when there's not a screen to protect yoOu~ Ahhh!"

[Hotwingz donated 10 tokens]

"F-fuck you." Dabi growls, the panting not making it as threatening.

[Hotwingz: That is what I was implying yes. Try to keep up]

[Deadpool: I like this guy!]

[~Stop making me laugh! Im tryna get off!]

"Asshole," Dabi mutters as he begins matching the machine’s thrusts. 

[Hotwingz: Your asshole apparently]

This makes Dabi snort again, shaking his head before it falls back in a moan when OrigamiDom donates 20 tokens to make Dabi arch and wither. 

[OrigamiDom✅: Both of you shut up. As hot as his laugh is, it should be moaning like a good boy, not back talking]

Hawks grimaces, but based on the reactions in the chat, this guy talking at all is an event.

[Hotwingz: Yes sir :( ]

[OrigamiDom✅: That’s a good boy. Thank you again for letting us continue]

Hawks blames his already hard dick on why that makes him blush before Origami donates another 20 and Dabi whines when the machine starts thrusting harder. 

“Fuck! No more instigating, birdie. He’s rich and it’s mY- mnmm ass that gets the pounding. Not yours.” Dabi moans, playing with the healthy nipple and making a breathy sound.

Hawks considers this and chooses violence. 

[Hotwingz donated 50 coins]

Dabi jerks, withering on the bed as that apparently takes the stream to a new donation goal and the ring starts vibrating. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Wait- Ahhhh~”

Hawks smirks. He was expecting a Dom when he clicked on the stream, but he can work with this. 

“What’s wrong, baby? Sensitive? Fuck, I hope you make these noises for me, too.” Hawks groans loud enough Dabi will be able to hear him through the link. 

Sharp turquoise eyes flick to the screen and Hawks’ bird instincts scream danger. “You wish.” He practically growls. “I’ll fucking ruin you. The piercings aren’t just for show, you know?”

Hawks chirps, the sudden tone change making his cock throb as he curses, and Dabi chuckles dangerously. 

Where were the donations when Hawks’ sanity needed them? Did the machine slow down actually?

“You showed up for a requested show,” Dabi explains with a low moan. “You’re singing so pretty for me now? Imagine my piercings splitting you open one by one…” He drawls, slowly dragging a finger along his shaft and up his stomach so Hawks has to take in how deeply Dabi would fuck him. You can try to fuck me, but whatever they give me tonight?” Dabi’s smirk turns evil and he glances at the chat bar like he’s issuing a challenge. “I’ll give you you tenfold.”

The chat is quiet for a moment. 

[DustyHandHeld: Fuck thst waz hopt]

[@NotTheTurtleMaster wwe can waity to buy theat game rightt]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: I suddenly don’t know of any games]

The chat explodes. 

Dabi screams. 

Hawks curses.

He has to watch the donations coming in like crazy, some lurkers even getting involved as Dabi moans and withers on the bed, the machine at full speed now and making. 

“Fuck! Guys! Mnmm~ Please! The ring! Fuck!” Dabi moans eventually, looking at the camera pleadingly. “You want me to break him?”

Hawks doesn’t remember making the next donation. 

[Hotwingz donated 100 tokens]

Dabi’s eyes widen almost comically before some new pattern kicks in and he cries out, cumming hard despite the ring before collapsing against the sheets, body twitching with aftershocks and whimpering when the machine doesn’t care that he just came. “Please.” He pants, an arm over his eyes. 

Hawks curses, stroking himself faster and cumming hard into a tissue moments later with a moan, wings puffing behind him, and nearly blacking out if he didn’t know any better. 

Which he really doesn’t know with how his ears ring and his balls ache. 

“Fuck.” Hawks curses, sinking back into the pillows behind him and letting a feather put his laptop on his chest. 

“Don’t cover your face, baby. Wanna see your eyes.” Hawks actually slurs a little. 

“Can’t,” Dabi pants, the machine having finally turned off though not removed yet as he comes down. “ToS doesn’t like blood.”

Hawks blinks in confusion, but Marbles is kind enough to explain about Dabi’s tear ducts in chat, and how it’s the next surgery on Dabi’s list.

“What whoever that was said so thanks for funding it, birdie.” Dabi chuckles breathlessly before groaning when he finally starts getting the dildo out of him. “Fuck, you guys are assholes.” He mutters as he grabs a towel from the floor out of frame. He glares at the camera once he’s sure he won’t get flagged though his eyes aren’t quite as sharp as earlier. “That good enough, Jeans?”

[AppleBottomJeanz donated 100 tokens]

[AppleBottomJeanz: That was perfect, Dabi. My partner and I enjoyed it greatly, thank you.]

 “Anytime.” Dabi sighs, lying back again with a groan and resting for just a moment before his eyes flick to the camera. “Which there will be a next time, birdie. Not many people hire human bacon.”

[Hotwingz: Can I watch live next time?] 

Dabi barks out a tired laugh, shaking his head in amusement. “Oh, thank fuck. You dropped that hundred token and I thought we’d have to fight.”

[Hotwingz: When you figure out who I am, you will have too much power for me to be able to say shit even if I wanted to] Hawks admits, his brain not back online yet. 

Dabi looks at the chat confused but shrugs. “Guess I’ll figure that out soon. I’ll DM you after I shower. Anyone else have any easy requests before I end stream? You guys gave me a pretty tall promise to fulfil after all.”

Hawks chirps, having thought that was just dirty talk. 

He had tipped 100 to being broken.

Well…he did have a week off. 

[Magnetizing donated three tokens]

[Magnetizing: Get some water dear.]

[IveLostMyMarbles donated three tokens]

[IveLostMyMarbles: And a snack. Someone better take someone out to dinner obviously, but we did abuse our power a little.]

“You guys are so weird.” Dabi snorts, reaching out of frame again for a water bottle. “And no shit you abused your power. Assholes. The lot of you.”

This gets a stream of heart reactions that makes Dabi roll his eyes and shake his head. “Whatever, degenerates. Kurogiri should be putting a poll in the server tomorrow for the next show. Dusty, we still filming next week or has that second soulmate shut us down?]

[DustyHandHeld: Uhhhh about that…]

Dabi raises an eyebrow. 

[DustyHandHeld: Yourbrotherdoes’twanttosharewithyou.]

[DustyHandHeld has left the stream]

[NotTheTurtleMaster: Oi! Don’t just leave me here!]

[NotTheTurtleMaster has left the stream]

Dabi’s eye twitches as he looks at the ceiling. “You avoided villainy. You avoided villainy. You avoided villain- I’m killing them.”

[OrigamiDom✅: 😶‍🌫️🤐]

[OrigamiDom✅ has left the stream]

[AppleBottomJeanz: 😬🤐]

[@Hotwingz, remember my DMs are open if you need help with that thing]

[Hotwingz: 😶🤐]

[@AppleBottomJeanz🫡]

[AppleBottomJeanz has left the stream]

Hawks can’t help but laugh at the thought of his coworkers deciding they suddenly do not see just to continue getting their rocks off to one hot edge lord, but can’t say he blames them.

[Hotwingz: Talk to you soon.]

“Later, pretty bird.” Dabi smiles crookedly, giving a little wave. “Alright, guys that’s all tonight. I’ve got a bird to stuff. Stay nasty. It helps pay my bills.” He smirks wickedly before the stream ends and Hawks swears he can still see those eyes burned into his screen. 

Hawks sighs, flopping his laptop to the side as post-nut clarity starts sinking in. 

What the fuck?

He groans, dragging a hand down his face before grimacing when he smears cum on his face. 

Dabi would DM him after his shower. 

Hawks apparently needs one too. 

But first, as though sensing his dilemma, some American female country song blasts form his phone, making him squawk then groan again. 

Maybe Rumi would know what to do. 

“Whaaat?” Hawks groans before wincing, not meaning for it to come out that way. 

“Well fuck you, too.” Rumi laugh. “Put on something fun. I’m dragging you and the string bean sticks in the mud to the club. I’ve decided no more heroes are being left alone and introversion is not to be trusted.”

Hawks blinks at his phone. “Who?”

“Jeanist and Edge, duh.” Rumi laughs. “Partially cause they were the only ones who had the night off who I’ve said anything to, but you vibe with Jeanist, right?”

Another blink before he nods despite Rumi not being able to see him. “Uhh, yeah…but I kinda might have a date tonight.”

“You what?!” Rumi yells and he hears something crash. 

Hawks’ face burns as he groans. “I found my soulmate. I’ll hopefully be meeting him tonight.”

“Meeting him? How the hell have you found him, but not met him?” Rumi asks suspiciously. “Are you being scammed? Is someone trying to trick you? I’ll kill them if they-”

“No! I-”

“Then how?”

Hawks’ face burns, but he knows she will hunt him down if he doesn’t have a good enough explanation. “You know that cam site you signed me up for…?”

“Yeah, what abo-” He can practically hear her feral grin. “You did not! Hawks!”

“Shut up!” He groans, hiding in a pillow now, and groaning again when he remembers the cum he smeared on his face. “This is embarrassing enough.”

“Oh my god, you have to bring him with you.” And she really doesn’t need to sound that giddy. “Ohhh, I guess this means I get to find out what kind of porn you wat-”

“Rumi!” He squawks. “Absolutely not! ‘Hey, I know we met when I was trying to jerk off and you were trying to get others off for money, but wanna come meet my coworkers before we even properly meet?’ No, fuck that.”

Rumi just cackles. “Either bring him, or I drag the boys into following you. We have to make sure the top ten’s baby isn’t meeting a gold digger after all.”

Hawks chitters angrily at the insinuation before wincing. “Sorry…there was another hero in his chat dropping a lot of tokens…and he said he was going to fight me about continuing if I tried to stop him so he seems to want to be independent…”

“Does he know you’re a hero?” She asks much calmer than she’s been. “The number two at that?”

“...No.” Hawks sighs. 

“Then please?” Rumi prods. “You can fuck off to a dark corner after, just let us vet him.”

Hawks worries his lip before sighing again. “Fine…I’ll ask. Let me take him out to dinner first though.”

“Deal.” She agrees. “Go get ready and wear the dark skinny jeans. If I see a single thread of khaki on you or god forbid that eye strain jacket, I’m kicking you into the next prefecture, and I think Jeanist would help me.”

Hawks snorts, finally getting up to shower. “Fine, I’ll find something else. Though if he can still stand me with the eye strain…”

“He’d have to be a gold digger. No amount of soulmate shit and pretty face is getting you laid in that otherwise.” Rumi deadpans without hesitation. “Text me when you have a time.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Hawks snickers. “See ya.”

It doesn’t take him long to shower and get presentable after that, and soon, he’s pacing in front of his laptop, waiting for a message from Dabi_Touyaroki✅ and desperately trying to remind himself that the man had a very big dildo in his ass and was probably sixty per cent scar tissue so probably needed some extra time. 

This doesn’t stop Hawks from diving for his laptop with a squawk when it chimes. 

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Hey pretty bird

Soooo did you two forget that I can now /clearly/ hear everything you do? 🤨

Hawks winces. He had forgotten that. He doesn’t know about Rumi.

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Thanks for standing up for me though I guess

Youre right. I dont want your money and if you could actually tell me who the other hero is so i can kick him? 

Wait, that’s why Jeanz and Origami dipped, isn’t it?

Whatever.

One hero fucking with my life is enough. /You’re/ lucky I’m curious

And hungry. Does food count as gold digging?

Hawks makes a sad croon. Frowning at the sudden tone change.

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

…

Ugh! Don’t make that sound, I feel bad now >:( 

I still want to meet you. I’m just a little pissy that I can’t seem to escape number two heroes but your actual public relations are leagues higher than his so I’ll give it a shot

Tell the Boomer to change his passwords by the way. I burned at 13, I shouldn’t still be able to find out this info about you

Hawks frowns, tilting his head. “What do you mean you can’t escape number two heroes?”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Please tell me you’re not a bird brain

Eh, granted, they /did/ cover my “death” pretty well

How many kids does the former number two have?

“Uh, three living, and the top ten of the time as well as Commission associates were invited to the funeral of the eldest,” Hawks answers out loud.

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Yeah, a jaw isn’t a corpse. I was in a hospital

Huh, does topping the new number two count as surpassing him?

Hey birdie >:)

Hawks just blinks but public relations numbers aren’t public, only popularity…oh my god the screen name. “I don’t know whether you’re morbid or an edge lord. So, what do I call you then?”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Dabi. I don’t use that old one

Can I ask your real one or will you have to kill me like trying to find is doing to my computer?

Hawks snorts. “It’s Keigo.”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Keigoooo???

Hawks grimaces, but Dabi had aired his skeletons. “...Takami.”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Oh shit! So my dad arrested yours!

…

Uh sorry?

Hawks laughs again. “It’s fine. He was an asshole. So about dinner and getting interrogated by numbers three to five?”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Dabi_Touyaroki✅ has sent an address

Dabi_Touyaroki✅ has sent an address

First one is my apartment. Second is a restaurant that ik won’t fuck with my stomach. I get motion sickness so we probably can’t fly to the club so hopefully its close or you’re not getting any tonight

…

I swear I don’t usually put out on the first date but you are really hot and according to fate or the universe or whatever I am stuck with you so might as well

Well not /stuck/ with you I guess

Wait. Hero. That TBD

Hawks can’t help but smile. “I’ll be there in ten. Twenty if I get stuck behind a particularly slow pigeon.”

That apparently makes Dabi laugh loud enough to make it through the underwater sounds. 

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

See you soon Pretty Bird

And I agree with carrots

I will burn that jacket if I see it and you wont get so much as a kiss

Hawks laughs again, already smitten. “Fineeeee. I’ll wear the leather one.”

Dabi_Touyaroki✅

Good boy

See you soon

Dabi_Touyaroki is offline

Hawks smiles stupidly before going to his wardrobe to grab the mentioned jacket and jumps off the balcony soon after, doing several loops above his apartment building before heading to his soulmate’s.

His soulmate. 

To think he didn’t care just a few hours ago. 

And now he’s taking him to dinner! 

Hopefully, he doesn’t find Hawks’ actual voice annoying. 

He manages to make it in eight minutes and chooses to take the actual entrance to give him time to fix his hair before knocking on the door and hopping on the ‘Fuck Off’ mat anxiously. 

His photos were usually photoshopped to hell and interviews could be excused as hero grime. What if Dabi didn’t like his natural face either?

He doesn’t even notice the door has opened until a low voice speaks. 

“I can practically hear you overthinking, birdie. Do you need to trauma dump, too?”

Hawks’ head shoots up and his eyes pin as he stares in awe, and fuck, he’s even prettier in person. His hair looks even softer than on camera and he looks like he’s wearing eyeliner on his upper lids. A few of the fresher grafts are slightly shiny, probably with some sort of cream or gel to help them, and his piercings catch the light in a way that’s horribly distracting to Hawks’ bird brain. He already knows what’s happening under Dabi’s clothes, but the clothes look really good on him too with a deep purple shirt of something similar to silk, and tight, black leather pants that hug everything. It’s finished off with black skate shoes that probably had the club in mind and Hawks trills before slapping a hand over his mouth and looking around in panic. He’s not supposed to make those sounds in public. 

“Relax, birdie. No one here gives a shit.” Dabi chuckles, running a hand through his hair and making Hawks notice the rings on his fingers and fuck did he need to be this effortlessly hot? “Soooo, you gonna say anything and complete the link orrrr?”

Hawks flushes in embarrassment, his feather trembling behind him with nerves. “Right, um, hi? Nice to meet you.”

Just like that, Hawks can hear the echo too and his eyes widen before he grins. “Huh.”

“Yeah,” Dabi smiles, his eyes shining with amusement. “Your ears are sensitive as shit, aren’t they?”

Hawks grins giddily up at Dabi who is a good probably eight centimetres taller than him. “And yours kinda suck.”

“Hmm, dying in your own flames will do that to you.” Dabi hums, his amusement never leaving his face so as to not make Hawks fear he said something wrong as he closes the door behind him and locks it. “Shall we go, birdie? I was promised dinner before my interrogation.”

Hawks chuckles, nodding. “Yeah, let's go.” He agrees, falling into step with Dabi. “And it’s not an interrogation.”

Dabi snorts now. “First time having friends? Soulmate or not, I’m about to get the shovel talk.”

Hawks just can’t stop smiling. “Eh, more like threats of being kicked really fucking hard.”

“I’ve seen what she does to buildings. I wonder what I’d need to frame you for to not die.” Dabi hums as they make their way out of the building. 

“Well, hopefully not the double murder you premeditated earlier.” Hawks jokes.

Dabi grimaces, glaring at a door they pass. “No promises. Fucker. I introduced them in case a graft got infected again so they could call someone, specifically with some medical knowledge. They weren’t supposed to fuck my brother.”

Hawks can’t help, but laugh, finding it ridiculous. “Small world?” 

“You’re telling me,” Dabi mutters, before huffing. “Anyway.”

They spend the rest of the walk talking back and forth, either sharing stories or trading insults after Dabi asks if Hawks has a life outside of hero work half way through dinner. 

“I’m mostly joking.” Dabi hums, taking another bite. “Mostly. I will say right now, I’m not gonna be a constant second fiddle to hero work again. That’s what contributed to my death the first time was Endeavor dropping a goal of surpassing All Might on me the second my quirk came in, and then abandoning me once my quirk started hurting me. Training was the only time he looked at me though so obviously I didn’t stop when he told me.” Familiar but much brighter turquoise eyes bore into Hawks’ old as though bored though Hawks’ feathers can hear his heartbeat hiking. “I know we just met and I’m not saying me or hero work, but if I’m just going to get abandoned again, I’d rather leave now before we can get attached.”

Hawks bites back a sad croon at the thought of Dabi leaving, but can understand where he’s coming from so puts his fork down to consider. “...For reasons, I can’t answer that yet.” He admits but quickly continues when hurt flashes across Dabi’s face. “Tonight was my first time having an account on a cam site. Rumi made me get it while I was in the hospital due to passing out from exhaustion after working on a few hours of sleep for four days, and Rumi had to threaten people to get me time off. I haven’t had more than heat leave since I was eleven in terms of time off, and as you’ve already learned, I have no hobbies or anything really.” Hawks sighs sadly, finally starting to realize how fucked that sounded. He wasn’t just ‘doing his job’ he was a fucking slave. “You were rght that Jeanz is apparently a hero, and he offered help since me not knowing how soulmates work set off alarm bells. I know it won’t be right away, but I would like to start getting some sort of balance, especially if you’re going to be on one side of the scale.” 

Dabi stares at him in consideration before finally nodding. “Okay…fine. We finish tonight, and you find me when you can have a life. That sound reasonable?”

Hawks perks up, having half expecting to be told to fuck off. “More than I was expecting. I’ll make any wait worth it.”

“And I’m still filming either way.” Dabi reiterates from earlier.

Hawks just laughs. “Can I at least buy you a better camera then?”

Dabi hesitates for a moment, finally lowering his spoon. “Wait, for real? Wait no- you’re not buying me more than dinner.”

Hawks can’t help but smirk. “Like two hundred tokens says otherwise.”

Dabi grimaces. “You make if sound like you got me off the corner…to be fair if it had been two years ago…”

“Wait, what?”

Eventually, they make it to the club where Rumi pulls Hawks into a noogy for taking so long before immediately laying into interrogating Dabi about his intentions for their baby bird. 

Dabi is upfront about the conversation at the restaurant and Rumi grins, now considering him an accomplice in the breech of labor laws that is Hawks’ existence. “Perfect answer.” She snickers conspiratorially before dragging Dabi away to the bar to pester him further. 

Hawks just sighs since he can still hear everything being said to Dabi, and turns to the other heroes that we dragged out. “Hey, Jeanist! How the hell did she- Jeanist?”

Jeanist is, for once, not in head-to-toe denim but some weird mix between a Poindexter and a nomad or something. Whatever it is, it makes Keigo’s closet look a little more normal and he’s surprised Rumi didn’t force the taller man to go change. That’s not the weird part though as he is staring at Dabi like he’s seen a ghost, and glancing at Edgeshot for some explanation, the Ninja Hero isn’t looking much better. 

“Uhhh, guys?” Hawks prods. 

“Hotwingz?” Jeanist whispers in horror, making Dabi choke on whatever drink he was given across the bar. 

It’s Hawks’ turn to pale. “Jeanz?” He gulps, eyes drifting to Edgeshot next at Jeanist uncomfortable nod. “Origami?” Another nod and Hawks wheezes. “You have a check mark.”

“I wear a mask in my hero costume and civilian wear,” Edgeshot answers, indeed wearing an outfit that still looks like a ninja, but covers even his hair now. “Taking it off and wearing mostly leather confuses people.”

“One second, carrots.” He hears Dabi through their bond before he sees the cam star moving away more. “Oh my god, I’ve let fucking Edgshot dom me,” Dabi says like he’s freaking out so Hawks can hear. “I’ve let Edgeshot fuck me. I just did a show for Best Jeanist. Is being a gold digger still an option, birdie? I would like to stop existing and being a house husband suddenly sounds great.”

Hawks can’t help a shocked laugh as he looks at his fellow heroes. “You’ve fucked my soulmate?” He wheezes.

Edgeshot shrugs. “Of course. Good boys get fucked.” And Hawks never thought he’d see amusement in the normally serious heroes eyes. “Weren’t you, Dabi.”

There’s more choking across the bar and Hawks’ face flushes, having just spent multiple hours losing any chance of seeing Dabi as any more than a brat at best. He was definitely Dom leaning and did not seem to not like having control. 

Was that just a Hawks thing? 

“Umm, anyway, so about helping me with the Hero Commission then?” Hawks asks, looking to Jeanists to end this horrid conversation. 

Jeanists eyes widen then narrow. “They’re the situation?” He asks before sighing as Hawks’ nods. “Very well. Rumi! We’ll be heading up to the private rooms to discuss Hawks’ issue.”

“Fuck, yeah! More allies!” Rumi grins, rabid as she drags Dabi after her for this meeting, ordering for drinks to be brought immediately. 

Hawks really doesn’t remember much after that, having never drank in his life and making the horrible decision to accept whatever cocktail Rumi handed him. By morning, there is a note shoved in his pocket that a plan was made, but he has no idea what it was or how he got home, but some picture on his phone tell him he had fun finally getting to have fun.

…

He gets a picture from Rumi of a very drunk Hawks tryign to dance with Dabi who is laughing and looking at the mess of a hero so fondly that it’s sickening. 

They’ve known each other one night. 

He doesn’t want to lose him.

AppleBootomJeanzzzz Message (1)

[Good morning, Hawks. I hope you are feeling well and will once again consider changing my name on your phone or at least spelling it right. Any way. Are you ready to be free?]

Hawks looks at the picture again when another comes in of them actually kissing, and the untamed joy the Hawks has never seen on his own face and the softness in Dabi’s makes up his mind.

[No to the name. Yes to the freedom]

[Very well.]

It takes months and a lot of lawyers and hits on all three heroes, but, eventually, Hawks reclaims his freedom and gets his abusers put behind bars. 

The first thing he does with it?

Fly full speed to a small apartment he hasn’t been to in months to practically tackle Dabi the second he opens the door. 

“We did it.” Hawks breathes, squeezing the other man and chirping since he can now. “We did it.”

Dabi wheezes slightly form the tight hug, but chuckles, ruffling wind-mused hair. “That you did, pretty bird. That you did.” He hums, pulling Hawks up for a kiss he’ll actually remember this time. “Welcome back, birdie.”

Hawks grins, kissing back eagerly. “I’m back.”

“I think this calls for celebration,” Dabi smirks against his mouth, not caring they’re in the hallway. “I think I promised to give you my stream tenfold that first time?”

Hawks flushes but smirks. “Pretty sure I donated 100 tokens to be broken.”

Dabi grins wickedly now. “I think I remember something like that.” He snickers before yanking Hawks fully into his apartment. “Ever done this though?”

Hawks shakes his head as he follows Dabi to what he finds is the bedroom. “With what time?”

Dabi hums, but Hawks’ feathers can feel his heartbeat spike. “I’ll need to take my time with you then.”

And take his time he does. 

By the time Dabi is easing his way into Hawks to loud, chittering moans, Hawks has already cum once and his hole is drenched in spit and lube from Dabi eating him out like a man crazed. Thank something Hawks had decided to clean up this morning just in case they won because that was a glorious way to find out Dabi’s tongue is stitched longer and pierced. 

Now, though, Hawks is trying not to mess up Dabi’s grafts with his talons as he’s seemingly split in half, each barbell along Dabi’s shaft catching on Hawks’ rim and making him chirp. When the Prince Albert alone finds his prostate Hawks sees stars and he warbles when the runs of the Ladder are allowed to grind against there. “Dabiiii~!” He moans. 

“Easy, pretty bird. I’ve got you.” Dabi chuckles, looming over him as he eases in centimetres at a time. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

Hawks moans as he’s speared open, sure the words aren’t helping the tightness as his body reacts to every little pet name and praise, his wings fluffing behind him. “Big…” He manages to chirp out. 

Dabi smirks against Hawks’ throat, kissing every freckle his shitty eyesight can find as he eases into the base. “And you’re doing so good taking it.” He praises, groaning slightly as he finally bottoms out. “See? It’s all in.”

Hawks shudders, squeezing around Dabi experimentally and making them both curse. “Heh, you weren’t kidding about ruining me, huh?”

“I like to keep my promises.” Dabi agrees with a hum. “Tell me when I can…I’ve seen you on the news. I’ll choose when to move.”

Hawks huffs, muttering that he knows his limits, but then Dabi starts nibbling along his neck and it makes something in his bird brain shut off so he croons. 

“Good boy,” Dabi chuckles, continuing like this until he feels Hawks relax enough to feel comfortable moving, pulling out slowly to hear him croon again before thrusting back in to get a chirp, trill, or moan. 

“Dabiii~!” Hawks moans. “Move! Please!”

After his victory today, who was Dabi to deny him?

Dabi gives one more tester thrust before leaning back to plant his hands for leverage and starting to fulfil the promise he made all those months ago, making Hawks really sing, every moan music to Dabi’s ears as he fucks the hero. 

“Been waiting for this haven’t you, baby bird?” Dabi grunts as he fucks Hawks. “Saw some pretty metal on a thick cock and decided to overthrow your abusers just to get it in you. That desperate to not think, huh? Want fucked stupid that bad? I could bend you in half right now and give it to you like you made to machine fuck me.” Dabi smirks before cursing when Hawks squeezes around him. “Fuck. Like that idea, don’t you? Want me to ruin you for anyone else?”

Hawks moans, clinging to whatever parts of Dabi he can reach as his back arches, making him cry out when this gives Dabi a new angle to abuse. “Dabiiii~”

Dabi chuckles lowly, taking that as his cue to go harder, fucking and grinding into Hawks as hard and fast as his beat-up body will allow him, and drinking in every sound like praise that encourages him to work harder, reaching under Hawks to pinch a nipple and hear him coo. 

It’s not long until Hawks is begging Dabi to touch him, saying that he’s so close, Dabi, please. 

And who is Dabi to deny him? 

Dabi spit into his palm before moving it down to stroke Hawks and let him thrust into it and…

Oh?

He barely had to touch the little hero to get something between a caw and a moan and feel warm cum spurting over his hand.

“You weren’t kidding about being close, huh, birdie?” Dabi smirks as he licks his hand clean. “Too bad I’m not.”

Hawks warbles, but doesn’t try to tell him to stop, just whining softly as his sensitive hole is fucked right through the aftershocks of his orgasm that leave him boneless. “Dabi…”

Dabi coos teasingly but takes pity, manoeuvring his thrusts how he knows will feel good and cumming inside the birdie with a groan not long after, draping himself over Hawks’ back as he pants and nipping lightly at his neck like he’s seen a few different heteromorphs do with their partners.

Hawks chirps, wings puffing up at the bites, but eventually groans. “Either break skin or stop that, you’re confusing my bird brain.” 

Dabi hums in consideration, but just places a last kiss for now, pulling out to pull Hawks to the side and hold him close. “Sorry, baby. Saw it in porn.”

Hawks snorts, cuddling close and nuzzling Dabi. “Well my species of bird isn’t as casual as others so maybe talk that over first.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Dabi smirks, kissing Hawks’ hair. “Sooo? Did I live up to my promise?”

Hawks hums, smirking in turn. “Hmmm, I don’t know. I can still feel my legs and that doesn’t seem 100 tokens worth of broken.”

Dabi rolls his eyes, but his smirk never falters. “We’ll have to fix that then, won’t we, pretty bird.”

“Hmm, sounds like we will,” Hawks chuckles before he’s pulled into another kiss that makes him moan. 

And now, he finally has the time to.

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Lick Your Wounds

Summary: When Dabi arrives at Hawks’ apartment after a failed recruitment attempt, he quickly learns that the Commission has made the hero hide his true colors.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Three: Bl00dplay

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Word Count: 2,022 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, bl00dplay, smvt, dead dove: do not eat, bl00d and injury, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeek24NSFW, swearing, s3xual content, oral fixaiton, tongue f*cking a wound, t0p dabi, b0ttom hawks

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Dabi loves Hawks’ bed. It doesn’t creak. It’s big enough for Hawks to completely spread his wings when he’s lying down on his back. It’s soft and comfortable. It’s all the things that his cramped room at the villains’ hideout doesn’t have to offer. The sheets feel nice against his skin; they aren’t scratchy and thin and snagging against his staples. In short, it’s perfect, and Dabi finds it increasingly harder to get out of after each late-night “interrogation” with the hero. 

However, it’s the first thing that enters Dabi’s brain when he gets stabbed in the forearm, ripping through his scarred skin and revealing the flesh and blood beneath. It was just a low-level criminal that he’d tried to recruit for the Paranormal Liberation Front…now he’s nothing more than ashes in the alleyway. He wants nothing more than to sleep in Hawks’ bed. He craves comfort…and the last thing he wants is Ujiko offering any services…services that might end up turning him into more of a monster than he already is. 

So, Dabi is climbing up the fire escape that leads to one of Hawks’ secret Commission apartments; he just hoped that this was the one Hawks was using tonight. It wouldn’t be a big deal if he wasn’t there; after all, Dabi just wants to patch up his wound and get a good night’s sleep. Still, he wouldn’t complain if he could get said good night’s sleep after fucking Hawks’ brains out. 

Dabi fishes into the pocket of his pants, wincing with every movement from the dull throbbing in his arm as blood slowly drips on his shoes. His fingers manage to wrap around the copied key in his pocket as he scrambles onto Hawks’ balcony, and he shoves it into the lock, turning it and flinging the door open with a grunt. 

SHIIK!

Dabi gulps when he feels the feather blade pressing against the nape of his neck the moment he steps inside; two golden eyes gleam in the darkness, but they seem to soften when they meet the glowing cerulean of the villain. 

“Oh…Dabi. You didn’t call,” Hawks mutters, eyes narrowed at the uninvited guest.

“Didn’t have the time,” Dabi shrugs, pushing the blade away with two fingers, and he straightens up his posture. “Need your med kit.”

Hawks sniffs…and then goes rigid as Dabi closes the door behind him. 

Hawks is a bird of prey. There’s no doubt about it…especially with the way he’s eyeing the gaping wound on Dabi’s arm. It isn’t exactly a “gaping wound”, but, to Hawks, it might as well be. The way the blood subtly pours out. The need to suckle and lick and bite bubbles in Hawks’ brain. The blood…it smells so good… and Hawks just knows it tastes even better. Hawks is a heteromorph… a mutant as his HPSC handler used to call him. He had animalistic cravings that resulted from his bird-like Quirk. There was a reason his moniker was Hawks . 

“ Fuck ,” Hawks moans under his breath, pupils turning to slits as his pulse quickens, hunger flaring and talons unsheathing. Part of him wants to rip the wound open and drink Dabi dry…to let the crimson rivers run until there’s nothing left. Even more specifically…because it’s Dabi’s blood. His soulmate. His lover. It smells sweet… delicious even… erotic .

‘NO.’ The Commission leader’s threatening voice cuts through Keigo’s psyche, and he straightens up, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth and adjusting his posture. 

Dabi blinks, confused. His vision is shit, but he can vaguely make out Hawks’ movements in the dim shadows of the apartment. Hawks isn’t breathing…or at least he’s breathing so shallowly that it’s impossible to tell. Hawks steps to the side, nodding his head curtly toward the master bedroom, and Dabi hesitantly walks by him in the darkness. Hawks knows he should stay put. He knows he shouldn’t follow Dabi…he shouldn’t risk it…but…he can’t help it. His feet move with a mind of their own, stalking Dabi as he walks into the bedroom and to the connected bathroom. Dabi switches on the light, and Hawks gasps, covering his mouth before he can sigh like a porn star. The crimson oozes out of Dabi’s arm in a thin rivulet, tantalizing and captivating and making Hawks’ heartbeat throb in his ears. The gasp was enough for Hawks to get the scent of Dabi’s blood raw in his veins…and it’s overwhelming. Hawks grabs the frame of the door, gripping tight enough to make it creak as he stands on shaky legs. His basic instincts are telling him to pounce…to suck the scarlet out of his lover until he’s had his fill. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” Dabi grunts as he looks for the medkit in Hawks’ bathroom cabinets. Hawks mumbles something unintelligible, his voice strained and his gaze distant. 

“Huh?” Dabi blurts, raising an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder at Hawks. 

“Don’t…cover…it up,” Hawks whispers, “Please.”

Dabi stops his search for the medkit, brain reeling from how his composed pet Pro is suddenly losing his goddamn mind over a freshly bleeding gash. He slowly turns around to face the hero, thoroughly unsettled and irritated. 

“You want me to stand here and let it get infected? You’ve seen my body, birdshit, I can’t do that,” Dabi snaps, annoyed. Hawks looks pale in the bathroom light, sweat beading on his forehead as he swallows thickly. 

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a stab wound before,” Dabi scoffs at the twisted fascination on Hawks’ face.

“I’m…I’m not allowed around trauma calls. Can’t be around blood,” Hawks rasps, voice low and husky; his happy-go-lucky tone has completely vanished. 

“You were around blood in Kyushu,” Dabi retorts, and Hawks subtly shakes his head.

“Sometimes it’s unavoidable,” Hawks replies, still soft.

“You were fine, then,” Dabi snorts, and Hawks takes a deep breath.

“I was fine because…it wasn’t yours ,” Hawks murmurs, and the wheels in Dabi’s head start turning. The calculating, hypnotic stare, the wet corners of Hawks’ mouth, and the trembling in his voice point to one thing.

“God…you’re actually turned on right now,” Dabi chuckles, his face contorting from disturbed to amused as a sly grin spreads across his scar-laden mug. Hawks seems to squirm in place, unable to refute the claim.

“You sick motherfucker,” Dabi sneers, taking a step closer to Hawks, who goes completely rigid once more, eyes trained on Dabi’s exposed flesh. The blood’s already started to coagulate…but that doesn’t matter. Hawks still wants to lick the wound clean. 

“Awww, what’s wrong, birdie? Commission says you can’t have a little taste?” He teases, waving his arm closer, and Hawks feels like he’s going to explode. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Hawks says through gritted teeth.

“I’d turn you into fried chicken if you hurt me,” Dabi huffs matter-of-factly. “Nothing wrong with a little consensual blood play. C’mon. Live a little. You can betray those bastards…for me .” 

Dabi holds his arm out toward the Pro Hero once more, watching him wrestle with his inner demons and instincts. Sure, it might be a little unconventional, but Dabi was anything but conventional. If having him lap at his blood was enough for Hawks to disobey the HPSC, it was enough for Dabi. It was part of the sick thrill of corrupting his new toy. 

A few moments of silence pass…and then…the tension snaps. Hawks grabs the villain’s hand, breathing hard and eyes locked on his target. Dabi flinches at the sudden movement, the thought passing through his head that this might have been a terrible idea…until Hawks begins gently kissing up his hand. Dabi’s expression softens. The winged Pro’s lips travel up Dabi’s wrist, the kisses growing slower and more intentional as it gets to the trail of blood leading to the wound. Dabi inhales sharply when Hawks moans against his skin, his tongue lapping at the dried blood until his scarred skin is spotless, leading to the open slit of skin. Dabi gently bites his bottom lip, swallowing the urge to sigh. He’s much more into this than he thought he’d be. Right before Hawks can reach the gash, Dabi pulls his arm away, making the hero whimper and practically crumble into the ground. Dabi clicks his tongue, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. 

“Let’s move this to the bed.”

…

…

Dabi shudders as he presses inside Hawks, positioning his forearm beside Hawks’ head. The hero promptly latches on, moaning like a bitch in heat as he suckles the wound, licking it clean. Hawks never slashes. He never chews. He simply traces his tongue in the wound, indulging in the taste of Dabi’s blood. He doesn’t want to hurt him, and this…this is enough. It’s enough to satiate the instinctual drive within him that the HPSC spent years locking down and hiding away. Hawks simply stares up at Dabi, eyes wide yet predatory as he flicks his tongue. Dabi, whose nerves have long been fried, can’t feel the obvious pain. It’s not visceral enough…if anything, it just tickles. Whatever it’s making him feel, part of it is arousal. Hawks has never stared at him this way before. No one has. It makes him feel wanted…no… needed .

“Fuck, baby,” Dabi groans, gently rocking his hips as he ruts up into Hawks. The hero doesn’t even flinch, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he continues to lap at Dabi’s injury.

“Taste so good, Dabs,” Hawks slurs, pulling back to cry out when Dabi hits the right spot deep inside. The tips of his fangs gently press into Dabi’s wrist, biting tenderly to leave an impression in his flesh as drool dips down his chin. Dabi pants, steam rising from his body as his Quirk sets into overdrive with his emotions, threatening to burst free. Dabi doesn’t know how Hawks hasn’t come all over his own stomach yet; he’s never seen the Pro this goddamn hard before. Hawks’ cock bounces idly, untouched, somewhere between red and purple, stiff and covered in precome. Hawks groans, drunk on pleasure as he repeats Dabi’s name over and over. He’s never felt such a euphoric high before…one that the Commission would surely disapprove of. They could go to hell. In this moment…his walls are down…his blood is boiling…he’s in heaven . The taste of Dabi is potent on his tongue, filling his lungs, his mind, and his soul. It’s so toxically intoxicating and overwhelming…he’s obsessed . 

“Gonna come,” Hawks whines pathetically, stuttering as he stares up at his lover, focusing on the ecstasy pumping through his body. Soft “ ah~ah~ah’s ” trickle down from Keigo’s lips as he tenses up, and Dabi fucks him through his orgasm as come spatters across his abdomen. 

“ Shit ,” Dabi moans, his gravelly voice leveling off in an uncharacteristically high pitch as he paints Hawks’ insides white, hips stilling only when his balls are empty. 

Hawks and Dabi stare at each other, panting as the smell of sex sifts through the air. The villain sees the crimson smeared across the hero’s mouth, tainting his sun-kissed skin. It’s such a sadistically beautiful display, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy. Dabi bends down, tasting his own blood on the hero’s lips as he passionately kisses him. Hawks groans, hands rising up to rest at the back of Dabi’s neck as he deepens the kiss, flicking his tongue into his mouth. Dabi’s gash throbs, the dull pain suddenly becoming very visceral in the afterglow. He’s definitely going to need to clean it up. Hawks disconnects their lips, pulling back and admiring his lover looming over him. 

“You’re too good to me,” Dabi mumbles, shaking his head as he cups the side of Hawks’ face, rubbing his thumb along his cheek. 

“Think I came so hard I blacked out for a bit,” Hawks chuckles, letting the waves of the afterglow wash over him.

“Listen. I still need that medkit,” Dabi huffs, and Hawks grins, his bloodthirst temporarily satiated. 

“I'm good now. Let’s get you patched up.”

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[vampyrsutton]

I'll Be Your Executioner

Summary:

The more time Hawks is forced to spend with Dabi for this stupid mission, the less forced it feels and the less he can keep pretending that the villain or his friends are wrong. Very "Cool motive. Still murder."

Like he was any better.

Doesn't help that his inner bird Will. Not. Shut. UP!

Ao3 Tags:

Forbidden Love, Mild Blood, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Mess, League of Villains as Family (My Hero Academia), Sex Worker Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Alcohol, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Murder, The Hero Public Safety Commission Was the Real Villain All Along (My Hero Academia), Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Notes:

For Day 5 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

SFW Prompt: Forbidden Love

NSFW Prompt: In Public (eventually)

Dead Dove (not used for DD): "I'll be your executioner."

Due to being a chaptered idea that has been waiting in my drafts since 2020:

#dabihawks #hotwings #hotwingz #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #todoroki touya #takami keigo #bnha #dabi #hawks #mha smut #dhweeknsfw24 #dabihawksweek24

[thesakuragarnet]

Feel The Music (PHOENIX Oneshot) (December 28, 2121)

Summary: With their relationship still a secret kept from the public, Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks decide to take a big risk and get frisky at the Musutafu Karaoke Bar. (referenced at their Bachelor Party in the main fic)

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Five: In public

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

Word Count: 2,084 words

AO3 link

Tags: DabiHawks, from my PHOENIX AU, established relationship, Hero!Dabi, drunk s3x, public sex/exhibitionism, making out, swearing, a n a l sex, facef*cking, bl0wjobs, c0me eating, DabiHawksWeek2024, p0rn without pl0t, t0p Dabi, b0ttom Hawks, explicit s3xual content

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The neon lights in the private karaoke room set the mood as Pro Heroes Third-Degree and Hawks finish their fourth round of drinks for Keigo’s twentieth birthday. Mirko and Ryukyu had left the party already, leaving the two lovers by themselves in the VIP room. Keigo’s only drank a few times before, but, considering now he can legally drink, Rumi had convinced him to splurge. As a result, he and Toya are tipsily giggling away as they cuddle on the leather wraparound couch. 

“Enjoying your birthday, birdie?” Toya slurs with a sly grin as he stretches to nonchalantly drape his arm over Keigo’s shoulder, pulling him into an awkward and sloppy side hug. 

“Oh, I definitely enjoyed your god-awful singing,” Keigo chuckles, nuzzling into Toya’s neck and pressing a few soft kisses to his jawline. 

“Hey! Rumi was so much worse,” Toya retorts, half-kidding-half-not, “I thought I did okay on ‘fleabag’.”

“That’s because that’s the only one you did in your range,” Keigo sighs, and Toya blinks at him through his blurred vision. 

“What are you a fucking glee club coach?” Toya snorts, and Keigo shrugs with a playful smile, making Toya unceremoniously shove him away. Unfortunately, with his drunken strength, he accidentally shoves Keigo all the way to the other end of the couch. 

“Awww…c’mon, Toya,” Keigo whines patronizingly, crawling on all fours across the couch to his boyfriend. Toya rolls his eyes, leaning forward to grab the remote when Keigo unceremoniously pounces on him, knocking him on his side on the couch. Toya blinks, looking up through the darkness and the oscillating rainbow LEDs to see Keigo poised over him, hands gripping his shoulders with a devilish smirk on his face. 

“Fuck,” Toya mutters under his breath as he reaches up to cup the side of Keigo’s face, thumb tracing the stubble at his chin. His hand suddenly moves to grab a fistful of fabric at the neck of Keigo’s athletic compression shirt, yanking him down as he smashes their lips together. Hawks moans into the kiss, immediately melting, and Touya groans as he feels his partner’s entire weight settle on top of him.

“God, Kei,” Toya huffs as they grind against one another. “Door locked?”

Keigo’s feathers swirl, moving one of the chairs to prop up against the door handle, keeping it tightly closed. This way, they won’t be interrupted. 

“It is now,” Keigo chuckles darkly under his breath between passionate kisses. Toya’s tongue eagerly slips into Keigo’s mouth when their lips reconnect, the BlueFlame hero’s tongue piercing grazing the roof of the winged Pro’s mouth. Keigo almost gasps at the sensation, his own tongue desperately intertwining with his boyfriend’s. Their hearts pound, both men panting between longing kisses, each one more charged than the last. Toya reaches up, running his fingers through Keigo’s crimson feathers, and he tenses up with a sharp intake of breath, breaking the kiss and shuddering. Toya’s cerulean eyes glow in the shadows, peering behind a heavy-lidded gaze and thick lashes as he pulls Keigo closer once more.

“Wanna fuck you so bad,” Toya moans like a whore on Keigo’s tongue as their open-mouthed kisses become sloppy and passionate, lengthening with every lock of their lips. Their clothed erections rut against one another, getting harder by the second with every additional touch. 

“God, Toya,” Keigo groans, his voice lilting into a breathy whisper as the tips of his teeth graze the skin on Toya’s neck. Toya gasps, eyelids fluttering as Keigo tightly grips his shoulders, kissing his neck intently, dragging his tongue delicately across his skin. His hands grab at the bottom of Toya’s hoodie, pulling it up and over his head before Toya scrambles to get Keigo’s shirt off. 

“We’re really doing this?” Toya pants breathlessly with a tipsy smirk as he somewhat grasps the situation. Keigo, significantly more intoxicated, doesn’t seem to care. Instead, his response is:

“Facefuck me.”

“Are…are you sure?” Toya stammers, taken aback by Keigo’s straightforwardness. 

“Yeah, I’m sure,” Keigo sneers. In his drunken stupor, Keigo nearly slips and falls as he drops to his knees to unbutton and unzip Toya’s jeans. He pulls them down, wadding them up around his ankles before freeing Toya from his boxers, and, immediately, Keigo is grasping at Toya’s rapidly hardening cock. The white-haired hero’s back arches, and his mind swims with lust and alcohol as he spreads his legs. 

“Use me up, baby,” Keigo sneers, batting his golden eyes up at Toya with such sickeningly fake innocence it sends a chill down his spine. He opens his mouth, expectantly, tongue flat and out, mere millimeters away from the tip. Toya can feel his hot breath, staggered and teasing. He swallows a hiccup as he tentatively reaches down, running his fingers through Keigo’s tangled blonde hair. Keigo practically purrs at the gesture, rising up to ever so slightly lean into the touch. 

“Y-you lemme know if it gettssss uncomfortable,” Toya mumbles, trying to still cling on to any sort of sense left in his drunk brain. As much as he’d just love to go at it, he doesn’t want to do anything that Keigo will regret. Keigo blinks up at him like he’s impatient and wants Toya to get on with it. 

Toya takes a deep breath before he gently guides his head, and he gasps when Keigo wraps his mouth around his tip, gently suckling. 

“Fuck,” He sighs, his eyelids fluttering as he balls his fingers into a fist, carefully gripping the hair at the back of Keigo’s head as he forces him to take more of him, and Keigo whimpers; the vibrations feel so fucking good. A low moan falls from Toya’s lips as Keigo’s tongue tastes, and he steals a glance to see tears welling up in the winged Pro’s eyes as his nose presses into his pelvis. Toya’s eyes widen when he realizes he’s taking his dick all the way; he’s never done that before. Goosebumps trickle all over Toya’s skin as Keigo sucks, and he twitches when he feels the muscles in the back of his lover’s throat. He’s gonna ruin that seamless winged eyeliner that Keigo wears religiously. 

“You-fuck-you ready?” Toya whispers, and Keigo subtly nods. Carefully, Toya rocks his hips, gently fucking Hawks’ throat. His mouth hangs open, jaw slack and brows raising as he focuses on the sensation and the soft sounds of Keigo sucking. It feels so good…sex with Keigo always feels so good. No matter what they’re doing, it’s always so ethereal…pleasure enhanced by the raw intimacy and passion that they have with one another. Even when they’re not sober, Toya can still feel the connection, keeping him grounded to the world when his mind threatens to fade away into nothingness.

“That’s it, Kei,” Toya rasps, tenderly rutting into his mouth, warm and wet and fucking perfect. Tears drip down Keigo’s nose, eyeliner streaming down his face as he fights his gag reflex. Toya’s hips jolt when Keigo swirls his tongue just the right way, sending shivers down Toya’s spine. After a few minutes of agonizing pleasure, Keigo pulls back, lips slick and swollen, a string of drool still connecting his lips with Toya’s cock before he wipes it away with the back of his hand. He pushes himself to his feet before pulling off his pants and boxers. 

“Let’s do it. I’m gonna sit in your lap and ride you,” Keigo grins confidently, definitely more eager than he would’ve been sober. His walls are down, and he’s unashamed of everything.  

“Whoa-wait-no lube?” Toya blurts, sober enough to know that he doesn’t want to risk hurting Keigo. 

Keigo pauses before rummaging in the pockets of his discarded khakis. He pulls out a small, travel-size bottle with a sly smirk. 

“Pocket lube?” Toya snorts, amused. 

“Pocket lube,” Keigo grins, trying not to laugh and spoil the mood; it wouldn’t be the first time they’ve laughed during sex, but they’re trying to be discreet. The mood is promptly reignited when Keigo starts massaging the cold lube over Toya’s erection. 

Toya has to bite his lip to keep from moaning his boyfriend’s name as Keigo lowers himself down to Toya’s hilt, bottoming out. Toya leans forward, burying his face in the back of Keigo’s neck, chest pressing against Keigo’s wings. He runs his fingers atop the crimson arches, grabbing the tips of them as he stays flattened against Keigo’s back. The moment he starts rolling his hips, Keigo gasps.

“Shhhh. Not too loud, birdie,” Toya whispers, clasping his hand over Hawks’ mouth as his lover dissolves into pleasure, moans vibrating against his hand. Keigo starts bouncing on Toya’s cock, increasing the pleasure tenfold and making Toya curse under his breath. Keigo’s wings droop as he leans back, forcing Toya to recline against the couch cushion, moving himself so their heads are beside each other. Keigo reaches with one arm around the back of Toya’s head, making it so his hand snakes around to cover Toya’s mouth just as tightly as Toya covers his. The lovers muffle each other’s cries of pleasure; the only sounds permeating the air are the karaoke menu and the soft sounds of skin slapping against skin. Sweat beads on their foreheads as they become absorbed in it, indulging in the warmth of each other. The intimacy is electric, the skin-to-skin contact setting their nerves on fire. They muffle each other’s strangled noises, writhing against one another in sync. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

Keigo goes rigid, and Toya cranes his neck so his boyfriend’s hand falls from his mouth. 

“Still working on our last song choice!” Toya calls, trying not to give them away and hoping he doesn't sound as breathless as he feels; if they were back at the Agency, they wouldn’t be holding back. This…this is like a secret that the both of them are struggling to keep under wraps, the pleasure threatening to make the both of them boil over in ecstasy. 

“Ten minutes left! Then your timeslot is over!” The worker shouts in an irritated voice on the other side of the door. 

“Oh we’ll finish sooner than ten minutes,” Toya chuckles to himself, and Keigo rolls his eyes before deliberately rolling his hips. A low groan bursts from Toya’s lips, and he harshly bites his lip to try to be quiet as he grabs Keigo’s hip, brutally thrusting up into his guts. 

“Toya~,” Keigo clearly cries out from under Toya’s hand, and the way he says his name makes Toya’s cock throb. 

“Gonna come, Kei,” Toya pants, dangerously close, “inside?”

Keigo nods, and that’s all the confirmation Toya needs before he’s sailing over the edge, hips stuttering with each pump of come that paints Keigo’s insides. His toes curl, and his hand drops from Keigo’s mouth to wrap around his twitching cock. Keigo gasps, breath sharp and short, inhaling and exhaling through gritted teeth as he teeters to his own precarious climax. It only takes a few expert thrusts of Toya’s fist before the winged Pro crumbles. 

“Damn,” Keigo sighs, cheeks flushed and feathers puffed up. Toya promptly lets go of Keigo’s flagging erection, lewdly sucking the cum off his hand from Keigo’s orgasm. 

“Gross,” Keigo makes a face, and Toya rolls his eyes.

“It came out of you,” He flicks his boyfriend off, “Now…get off me before I get hard again.”

…

The two heroes left the private karaoke room, slipping out before they could be seen by the antsy staff, looking flustered and frazzled and thoroughly blissed-out, guilty smiles flashing. Once their Uber arrives in front of their Agency, Toya and Keigo stumble into the lobby, holding hands like honeymooners as they walk to the elevator. As soon as they reach the Penthouse, Toya grabs Keigo, rubbing his fist on the top of his head to muss up his hair. Keigo yelps, effortlessly shoving Toya away before sprinting to the bedroom. The fiery Pro follows, vaulting to tackle Keigo, and they both go sailing onto the bed. 

“Y’know we broke the law. On your birthday. Usually that’s a my birthday kinda thing,” Toya teases, and Keigo rolls his eyes as he squirms out of Toya’s grip. 

“Don’t act like you didn’t like it,” Keigo winks.

“Oh, I loved it,” Toya sneers before pressing a soft kiss to Keigo’s lips. Keigo gently kisses him back, cupping the side of Toya’s face as he deepens the kiss. 

“I love you,” Keigo whispers against Toya’s mouth, and Toya’s heart flutters.

“I love you, too, Kei.”

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[vampyrsutton]

Infect Me With Your Love

Summary:

Keigo's crew is supposed to investigate an alien planet to see if it is colonizable, but decides to go exploring alone. Instead what he finds is an alien that's taken an interest in him and wants him to stay. A charming personality and a glance down is all the convincing he needs.

Ao3 Tags:

Alternate Universe - Science Fiction, Alternate Universe - Aliens, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Background Relationships, Alien Cultural Differences, Alien Planet, Alien Biology, Alien Sex, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating Bites, Tentacle Dick, Xenophilia, Anal Sex, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Consensual Drug Use

Notes:

For Day 1 of @dabihawksweeks 2024!

SFW: Sci-fi

NSFW Prompt: Omegaverse

“Uhh, President…Are you sure about this?” Keigo asks over comms as he double-checks the atmospheric readings and pears out to the new planet once more. “It’s looking pretty barren.”

{Yes, Takami. The atmosphere is the same as ours so if it can be colonized we can handle the rest. Just gather your crew, put on your protective gear, take your comms, and go explore.} The president of the Commission orders him through comms. 

‘There’s literally nothing out there. Surely I don’t need to wake the others.’ He thinks foolishly. 

“Right away, ma’am.” Keigo smiles easily before soon hanging up.

These orders are what half an hour later brings his sturdy, weighted boot to the almost sandy ground to wander alone for a while. As long as there was nothing hostile, they could start sending people to build and eventually live here. 

Securing the strap to the taser rod in his hand around his wrist, he is completely unaware that he’s already being watched by nearly glowing turquoise eyes that are tracking his every move. 

The same turquoise eyes that have been tracking the ship since it entered the atmosphere, recognizing it as an Earthling ship and set on destroying it before it could try destroying this home too. But they are now dead set on the little space scout. He is definitely much shorter than the creature and will probably only reach to his chest in his normal hunched posture. Wild blond hair seems determined to be at least partially in his face in the weirdest of ways, and his choice of facial hair intrigues the creature. Looking down more shows strong muscles even through the ugly khaki-colored space suit, and the creature nods, making up his mind. 

Yes, he’ll be keeping that one. Maybe they can even trade him for the safety of the ship.

With this in mind, the creature begins his hunt, being sure to make just enough harmless sounds that the Earthling’s curiosity will be piqued and lead him further away from his ship and right into a cave. 

Perfect. 

With a flick of his strong tail, the creature topples the entrance, trapping the Earthling in there with him as he scuttles up the wall before the startled scout can find his flashlight. 

“What the hell? Hello?” Keigo calls out, gripping his teaser rod and flicking the switch so it can charge up. “Is someone or something there?”

The creature tilts his head, clicking quietly as he decides how to approach. “Human.” He eventually hisses. 

Keigo jolts, spinning towards the sound and twirling the rod with impressive speed, making the creature purr. Yes, he’ll be perfect.

“Who or what is there?” Keigo asks again, shining his light carefully.

The creature clicks again to let Keigo find him, smirking with a wide, almost serpentine mouth when the light finds him and makes his glowing, completely aqua eyes appear to be on fire. He tilts his head, giving Keigo a better view of what appears to be unnatural mobility but is actually stunted for his species.  If Keigo is correct about what he is, his dark purple skin should be smooth rather than rough and leathery looking. He hisses just to test Keigo’s reaction, opening his jaw unnaturally wide and showing off jagged fangs and a long, forked tongue that seems to be as long as one of his long, clawed hands. The action also makes his body react and glow a brilliant blue along his spine and ribs and under his chin as though there is fire burning under his skin which just might be the case with how the cramped space heats up. Following the fire, he shows off a tail that’s as smooth as the rest of him is probably supposed to be and ends like a scorpion tail. 

Keigo gulps, lifting his watch and speaking into it. “Vrirrein.”

A hologram of the creature floats above the watch and starts rattling off information that makes the creature chuckle. 

“Not bad, little Earthling.” He hums with a lot of accent that makes it obvious this is not his native tongue in a deep, raspy rumbling voice that further supports the fire suspicion with how it sounds so smoke-worn. “But you could just ask me, you know? I’m not going to bite until you beg me to.”

Keigo blinks, cheeks flushing pink at what he thinks the Vrirrein is insinuating. “What do you mean? Are you why the entrance collapsed?” He asks, eyes glancing at the flicking tail. 

The Vrirrein tilts his head and Keigo swears he rolled his eyes if they weren’t just completely blue. “Earthlings, always so quick to accuse.” He smirks again. “But yes. I wanted an opening to talk with you without you uselessly zapping me or running.”

Keigo wilts a little at learning his taser won’t work and turns it off to save charge. “So you are a heat type? The communicator just said most heat Vrirreins are immune to electricity too.”

Instead of answering like a normal person, the Vrirrein decides to burst into blue flames that make Keigo have to quickly move back before readjusting his light when the Vrirrein is no longer on the wall. “Right you are.” He chuckles.

Keigo quickly moves the light down to a creature still much taller than him but slightly more humanoid with the purple now only covering under his eyes, along and down his still very split jaw to his chest and continuing down his right arm as well as what looks like a compression sleeve to mid bicep on his left arm. Moving down shows it to also be in a band around his stomach, covering his right calf, and acting as a stocking on the left leg. Scars maybe? His tail and claws have turned as white as what Keigo assumes is his healthy skin so maybe. The question must be evident on his face because the Vrirrein smirks, mouth still too wide and showing still jagged teeth with amusement evident in still glowing azure eyes that now have black sclera. 

Keigo is in the process of wondering if that’s hair or fur on top of his head to avoid looking lower again since clothes apparently aren’t a thing when a clawed hand enters his field of vision and the Vrirrein tilts his head. “Call me Dabi.”

Keigo blinks, not knowing what to do with this, making the Vrirrein laugh. “Earthlings shake hands when meeting each other, right?”

Keigo relaxes. “Right, sorry. A little on edge with being trapped and all.” He laughs nervously before taking Dabi’s hand. “Keigo.” He gets out before turning red when instead of shaking his hand, Dabi turns it to kiss the back, bright eyes locked on gold. “What-”

“And kiss the hand of someone who catches their eye?” Dabi asks innocently enough, though the amusement is still there.

“In, uh, some cultures.” Keigo gulps, taking his hand back carefully, gratefully when the Vrirrein lets him go. “How long were you following me to know you even wanted to kiss my hand?” He asks, figuring he might as well since he hadn’t been hurt yet. 

“Since your ship,” Dabi admits with a shrug, a hiss to his S’s. “My pod and I were going to destroy your ship and kill you all before you could destroy another planet, but you in particular caught my attention so the others are hanging back to see what happens.”

Keigo pales, stepping back as his hand flies to his comms. He could understand the reasoning since destroying their current planet is what has sent scouts out in the first place, but he couldn’t just let his crew die. “What happens with what?”

Dabi’s hand flies out, a claw easily slicing the band as his tail whips out to catch the watch. “None of that now. We’re willing to settle this peacefully.”

“How?” Keigo immediately asks, face filled with determination even as he glares a little for his Comms being so easily stolen. “If I can do it, I will.”

Dabi’s eyes shine with pride and he makes a sound that Keigo thinks is probably good. “I knew you were smart. You have three options then.” He hisses, holding up three long fingers. “First is telling your people to fuck off, this planet is not up for destruction.”

Keigo can’t help but snort, not expecting a curse word in his own tongue, but shakes his head. “That’s out of our pay grade, we’re the expendables.”

Dabi snarls, lowering a finger. “That makes two difficult then, but it was my main reason for following you so I will still voice it. I would prefer to go through the usual customs to get your attention, but given species differences, flat out saying it would probably be best.”

Keigo tilts his head curiously, waiting for him to continue which gets an almost purr form the Vrirrein. “Well?”

“Two is you become my mate, accept my bite, and stay here and bear my young.” Dabi says bluntly. “Neither you nor your crew will be harmed, and if they wish to leave, we will help them craft a story so you can be remembered as a hero who died protecting them.” He tilts his head before making a high-frequency sound that even Keigo can tell is annoyed before Dabi even rolls his eyes. “And any crew members that may catch my pod’s interest also stay as mates, but you’re the only one I actually care about that stays. Four of us just all smelled at least one scent of interest on that ship when you opened the hatch.”

Keigo blinks slowly, trying to process what he’s just been told before his face turns red. “You want me to...us to…to be-?”

Dabi chuckles, leaning forward to cup Keigo’s cheek gently with a clawed hand. “I’ll be sure to you’re treated with the utmost care and I know my pod will do the same with any who stay.”

Keigo can’t bring himself to meet burning blue eyes as he tries to gather his thoughts. “But young? I’m a human male. I can’t-”

Dabi opens his maw to show off his fangs better and Keigo is shown that not only could his whole head probably fit in there, but the longer ones are dripping some sort of venom before Dabi closes his mouth again.  “So far, our venom is able to create the same reaction in most creature that it does in our carriers and allow viable offspring in most cases regardless of usual carrying ability.” The Vrirrein explains before taking note of the horror on Keigo’s face. “Though I will not force you to carry either. We have preventative methods as well until you are ready if you ever are.”

Keigo swallows the lump in his throat, but can’t help finally letting his earlier curiosity win as he looks down, making the Vrirrein rumble. Dabi was naked and propositioning him after all, why shouldn’t he see what might go in hi-?

First of all, it was huge. He was going to need so much lube to get that in him with the thickest part probably being as thick as his forearm and the entire thing being almost as long as said forearm. Maybe three quarters? Second of all, the red bumps and ridges all along the white shaft to the tapered tip? Keigo is pretty sure he’d have to pay close to, if not over 10,000 yen for that back on Earth and here it was being offered to him for free? With earnestness?

…

A test run never hurt anyone, right?

“I still want to hear three, but are you a mate for life type deal orrrr…?” Keigo asks.

Dabi smirks as though able to read the dirty thoughts on Keigo’s face which with how hot the blond’s face feels, he can probably take a guess. “Only if I bite you when I cum. If I bite you at the beginning, it will help your body accommodate me easier, but the hormones of release change the composition and will bind you to me permanently.”

Keigo nods, trying to consider his current situation with the head on his shoulders. “...And option number three?”

Dabi doesn’t put the second finger down, giving Keigo a knowing smirk as he wiggles the third. “We help you come up with a story of why the colony is unable to be colonized, and you go home.”

Keigo looks up in shock. “Seriously?! That easily?! Wasn’t Plan A killing us?!”

Dabi shrugs. “Consider this your chance at pretty privilege and showing up during the rut and heat season.”

Keigo is getting really sick of the yo-yo routine the blood in his body is doing as it shoots back up from his dick to his face. Maybe he should have socialized more as a teenager. “Wait so all of you…?”

“Are ready to fuck the next thing we see? Yes.” Dabi admits easily, gesturing down. “This is usually in a slitlike your reptiles.”

Keigo nods slowly, thinking. “...Can I have my Comms back so I can discuss with my crew? The medic we picked up on your original planet is probably awake by now and pissed at me for going out alone, and our pilot, if she’s even still on the ship, is probably only there because our mechanic is keeping her calm.” 

Dabi growls at the mention of his planet, his temperature spiking, but he does hand the watch back. “Of course.”

Keigo takes it back gratefully but winces when he sees sixteen messages. “Looks like I’m fucked no matter what.”

Dabi barks out a crackling cackle as Keigo just goes ahead and calls to get it over with. “Takami to Beta Xi.”

“Keigo, you Celestia damned idiot!” A voice yells that makes Dabi seemingly choke on his tongue. “You are so lucky you’re alive, or I’d kill you myself! You worried us half to death!”

Keigo looks at Dabi in confusion as he sighs. “Hey, Natsuo. Yeah, sorry. The Commission wanted the land searched and it didn’t seem worth waking everyone.”

“That’s what you said on Bettledrich and there were giant sandworms!” A girl yells, making another croaking voice urge her to calm down. Ochako just mutters but does take a breath. 

Keigo sighs again, dragging his hand down his face. “I know, but the sonar-”

“Where are you?” The mechanic, Tsuyu, finally chimes in before anyone else can start yelling. 

“I’m trapped in a cave.” Keigo admits. “A…local wanted a word that needs to be run by the rest of you.”

“A local?!” Rumi chimes in. “There’s not supposed to be anything on this damn planet! That’s why Natsuo and Fuyu-”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me.” Dabi groans to the side. “Of fucking course they’re both here. What’s next, $#o!o? My carrier? Actually no, if |\|@!$uo and /-u\/u|\/|1 are here, those two had better be too.”

“Uhhh, one sec, Rumi.” Keigo frowns, muting himself. “The hell are you on about?”

Dabi just looks at him in sudden exhaustion. “It is deeper, but I would know that click anywhere and Fuyumi sounds very similar to  /-u\/u|\/|1. Why the fuck is my blood on your ship?”

Keigo blinks, slowly unmuting himself. “Hey, Natsuo…why did you guys want to leave Vrirre again?” 

“What does that have to do with you having no preservation?” Natsuo trills angrily.

“Just answer for my friend here.” Keigo sighs.

Natsuo licks but huffs. “Not that it's relevant, but to get away from our tyrant spawner and try to find our brother. 3|\|-|1 said he was dead, but all evidence said otherwise.”

“Rightttt, well, uh, one sec.” Keigo mutes again. “!ou\/@?” He asks Dabi, sure he butchered the pronunciation since he can’t make some of the sounds.

“Technically,” Dabi mutters. “I don’t go by that anymore though.” 

“Noted, but for simplicity's sake…” He unmutes himself. “Yeah, Natsuo? I found him. He wants me as a mate, and- wait! Is that why Rumi wanted a room change?!”

“Do you want to hear me fucking my hot alien gf?” Rumi barks out a laugh. 

“Oh my god-”

“Wait, you found !ou\/@ ?!” Natsuo yells. “Where?!”

Keigo sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Dabi now, but guess who trapped me in the cave with him?”

“Dabi? Ugh, fine. Whatever. Sure, Dabi. And he’s trying to mate you?” Natsuo sighs with a clicking noise. 

“Yup.” Keigo sighs, jolting a little when rough skin is suddenly nuzzling his neck as though seeking comfort. A low rumble against his back reminds him of a cat and makes him think that might be exactly it so he lets him. “He and his pod were planning to destroy the ship and kill us, but your darling captain is just too charming and convinced him otherwise with my looks alone.” Keigo laughs. “And a few of you from scent so we were given, ehh, three point five options.”

“Which are?” Ochako speaks back up.

“First is out of our pay grade, but was telling the Commission to leave the planet alone,” Keigo explains, looking at Dabi when he feels sucking on his neck. “Skipping to the third real quick is they help us make up a reason the planet is unable to be colonized and we leave.”

“That sounds reasonable.” Tsuyu croaks. “What is the second?”

Keigo flushes again, but powers on. “The second—which I haven’t agreed to dude so chill—is, uh, well, apparently Dabi isn’t the only one in his pod that smelled a mate. Four of you-”

“Three. Two of mine are already mated but smelled a third.” Dabi corrects, going back to nuzzling. 

“Gotcha. So one of you gets two for the price of one if you agree, but three of you also stay here as their mates and they help craft a story of heroism to send home as to why the planet is uninhabitable.” Keigo finishes.

“‘Also’ he says.” And Keigo can hear Rumi’s smirk. “Well, how do we know who is potentially staying?” 

“Leave the ship. We will approach who we want and will not attack…Who you can call Tomura for now until you learn his name might if someone gets in the way, but it’s instinct and his mate should keep him in line.” Dabi answers, chuffing along Keigo’s neck. “Does ‘also’ mean you’ll stay, sweet?”

Keigo flushes as Natsuo gags at the nickname. “...Only if I can go to them to make sure no one feels pressured.”

Dabi purrs happily. “Deal,” he nodded before returning to his full height and then his original form before crouching on all fours and folding the spines along his spine that Keigo hadn’t noticed before. “Climb on, love. I’ll take us out through the roof.”

Keigo climbs on hesitantly, holding on tight to Dabi’s long neck as he makes a high-pitched whirring sound and tilts his head as though listening and making an outraged chitter. “Tell Natsuo and my carrier to stay on that fucking ship!”

Natsuo is already cackling over Comms, able to hear the same frequencies. “No. Fuck off. Celestia herself is not keeping me on this ship and our carrier deserves a good mate. If they’re reacting to her scent, they can break 3|\|-|1’s bond so you can fuck off.” He laughs before making a sound that they associate with him or Fuyumi calling for their carrier. 

Dabi curses in a language Keigo understands and then probably continues to curse in his native tongue as his tail wraps around Keigo like a seatbelt, and he starts running up the wall and into a tunnel system in the roof like it wasn't a nearly vertical wall and upside down. “I swear to fucking Celestia-” 

Keigo can't help but hide his face in what he can now tell from up close is a fluffy mane of black fur to help hide his laughter that he is failing miserably at stopping. He had been terrified when the entrance suddenly collapsed and a creature twice his size appeared before him, but oh my stars, he's a dork. 

“Shut up back there or I say fuck it, and go back to Plan A!” Dabi creaks, tail tightening slightly before he jumps nearly 30 meters and finally pops back out on the surface. “You don’t even know where you are.”

Keigo opens his mouth to object, but he had just been following what sounded like water and looking around, realizes that everything on the lavender-coloured planet looks the same for as far as his eyes can see. “...I wasn’t following water, was I?”

Dabi turns his head almost 180 so Keigo can see his smirk as he makes the same sound Keigo had been following. “It’s usually used for hunting, but courting works too.”

Keigo finally hangs up his Comms when Natsuo starts laughing again and sighs. “Well, at least you don’t want to eat me.”

“Mmm, not in a way that will kill you.” Dabi snickers before his tail tightens again and he takes off running.

Keigo mutters about the Vrirrein being a perv as he hides in the mane once more. “Asshole, I’m picking option three.”

Dabi just hums, obviously not believing him as he continues running. Had Keigo really wandered this far? Whatever, if the Vrirrein was going to kill him, he would have done so already so Keigo just continues to ignore his Comms and enjoy the ride until the spaceship comes back into view and he sighs in relief. 

“I’ll call mine out then?” Keigo hums as he sits back up and answers to the newest call on his Comm, watching Dabi nod and make a new sound that Keigo can barely hear. 

“Well, good to know he’s doing well if he feels comfortable saying that to people.” Natsuo snorts. “You guys back?” 

“Few hundred meters so suit up,” Keigo confirms, hearing Rumi start barking orders.

“You’re coming on the ship first to get checked. Especially if you’ve been trapped with !ou- sorry Dabi. His element’s always been a little…touchy.” Natsuo decides to go with. 

Dabi makes an annoyed click. “I wouldn’t have bothered asking him if I was going to fry him!” 

“So you’re completely under control?” Natsuo asks calmly and non-accusatory. 

“He hasn’t been burned and I’m taking him to the pools!” Dabi snaps still, stopping outside the lowering hatch. “I’m not a welp!” 

“Still have the temper of one.” Fuyumi chides as the first out of the hatch since she doesn’t need a suit, and waits only long enough for Keigo to dismount before tackling her annoyed brother. “I’m glad you’re alive.” 

Dabi makes multiple annoyed noises, trying to struggle away, but females of his species are bigger in their true forms so he eventually just has to huff and accept he’s being coddled, and grunts when Natsuo leaps on the pile too. They make a purring noise that the rest know to be a happy one and eventually Dabi calms. 

“...You can get off of me…I’m not gonna vanish.” Dabi sighs, avoiding looking at the snow white and red and white Vrirreins waiting patiently, if awkwardly by the hatch. He says something else in their mother tongue that finally makes the two let him up before he darts over to the other two like he’s afraid affection will be forced upon him again. 

Keigo has no clue what is said after that because of the language barrier so just sneaks back onto the ship to see who all is coming. He finds Ochako and Tsuyu already waiting, Tsuyu having apparently sensed something along with their record keeper, Midoriya, probably waiting to interrogate Dabi and his pod, his personal mentee, Tokoyami and the weird little bird creature that had decided to cling to him when they had made a stop on his and Keigo’s planet, and finally, Rumi hovering by the door probably waiting to see if Fuyumi is okay. 

“Midoriya, you might want to wait this out. It’s apparently mating season for most of them, and I doubt they’re going to be too talkative right now.” Keigo chuckles nervously, pointedly avoiding looking at Rumi who has now trained amused red eyes on him. “I’ll see about the ship staying until after though. Everyone else ready?”

He gets nods and at the same time one of Rumi’s tall ears twitches and she nods as well. “You’re new boy toy is getting fussy, so time to head down.” 

Keigo tries to hide his embarrassment behind a laugh. “Oh, shut up. We kidnapped a princess and her family because of you.”

“And you’re about to fuck the prince. Your point?” Rumi grins fiercely, getting her shooed out the hatch and making her laugh more. 

“Go before I finally write you up!” Keigo squawks before clearing his throat, not ready to reveal that to his potential mate yet. “Everyone who is leaving, ou-”

“You’re the only one stalling.” Tokoyami voices from the hatch before climbing down.

Keigo flushes, muttering about his crew never letting him be cool before he follows his mentee down and yelps when he’s yoinked before his feet can even touch the ground. 

“You didn’t tell me you were leaving.” Dabi rumbles in his hair before Keigo can go on the defensive. “Ready to meet your new pod?”

“I technically haven’t said yes,” Keigo mutters but nods. “Call ‘em out. And shrink again will ya? You’re getting in my hair at this height.”

Dabi chuckles lowly but backs up, bursting into flames again until he’s only a head taller and makes a purring noise again when he realizes he can more easily drape his arms over Keigo’s shoulders like a vibrating backpack. Once he’s content with the amount of contact, he gives a grating whistle and almost immediately a yellow-haired Chameleous melts into existence next to Ochako, making her squeak. 

“You’re mine!” The new girl says with a low hoot before tilting her head with a frown. “But you have a mate?”

Ochako nods slowly and Keigo can’t help a snicker, used to seeing her ready to kick ass, not flustered. “I’m with Tsuyu.” She answers, tilting her head towards Tsuyu who steps forward. 

“Is it only her that smells of mate?” Tsuyu croaks easily, dropping her human camouflage in hopes of putting the other at ease. “If she decides she likes you too, I am okay with sharing.”

“What?!” Ochako shrieks before turning more flustered when a fanged grin is suddenly talking a thousand miles an hour in her space. “Tsuuuu you gave me heightened senses!”

Keigo chuckles again, assuming that’s going well then and looks to the rest of his crew only to start laughing uncontrollably to see Natsuo being circled and nuzzled but a Disagrause and a Grekkan, knowing the exact moment Dabi sees it too by how his hold on Keigo tightens.

“Oi! Scales! Duster! Away from the brother!” Dabi clacks, just getting three amused looks before Natsuo points their attention elsewhere. 

“Sorry, bro. Looks like you’re not getting rid of me a second time. Or |\/|o|\/| for that matter” Natsuo smirks.

Keigo does have to squirm away with a hiss now when Dabi sees his carrier locked in a dance with another one of his pod and his temperature spikes with his growl. “Dabi! Cool it. I’m not fireproof.”

Keigo can feel him making an effort to cool off, but he, thankfully, quickly decides to untangle himself from Keigo and stalks away a few feet to bury himself in the sand to try and cool himself.

“Huh, so he has improved.” Fuyumi hums on her way back into the ship with Rumi in tow. “Give him twenty and I’m sure he’ll be ready to whisk you away.” 

Keigo looks at the barely visible lump in the sand in concern but chooses to trust her. “Is it safe to sit by him?”

“If the sand starts turning to glass you should probably move, otherwise, you’re probably fine.” She nods before tugging Rumi again and making a low snuffling noise. “Hurt him, we kill you, yada yada, come onnnn!”

Keigo blinks, wondering how in the hell he’s meant to hurt something usually twice his size to begin with but quickly makes his way over to the lump anyway, not wanting to risk hearing whatever Rumi is grinning about. “Right.”

Thankfully, Keigo only has to wait ten minutes before a puff of white hair and Dabi’s mismatched face finally pops back out of the sand, shaking any remaining sand free with a trill. “Did I hurt you?” He asks, eyes no longer looking like they’re burning. 

Keigo shakes his head, ruffling the fur affectionately. “Just a little sweaty now.”

“Hmm, good.” Dabi purrs, allowing the touch. “So will you stay? Become mate?”

Keigo hums, looking at his crew and Dabi’s family getting along with Dabi’s pod and nods. “I am curious.” He admits. 

Dabi crackles happily. “Put up your head shield.”

Keigo tilts his head but does as he’s told, pressing a button that activates his helmet before yelping when he’s suddenly dragged beneath the sand into darkness and tries to struggle. 

Is this it? Was he actually going to die? Was he tricked? Fuck, his crew. He had to escape and get up there. He had to-

“Relax,” Dabi croons, still pulling him through the sand until they fall through the ceiling of a cave and into a lake. “I said I would take you in a pool to avoid burning you, remember?”

Keigo’s eyes dart around as he swims to the shore, releasing his helmet. He did remember now that he was reminded, but… “Warn a guy, will you? This is the second time today you’ve trapped me in a cave. What happened to Hi? Hello? How are you?”

Dabi makes a low croon as he pulls Keigo back into the water to hold him. “Sorry, this method was faster to get you to the pools. I’m seriously close to losing control. Can I bite you, o|\/|3/-@? So you can start making slick?”

“So I can start what?” Keigo blanches, suddenly realizing he should have asked more questions. “What is that bite going to do?” 

“It will make you an o|\/|3/-@ for as long as my venom is in your system or permanently if you let me claim you. You will be able to produce slick to take my cock and knot, your senses will heighten as well as speed, and you’ll be able to bear my young. You’ll also have smaller fangs and claws. Possibly a temporary element for protecting offspring, but as long as nothing takes, even if you get an element, it will fade.”

Keigo blinks, face flushing. “You mentioned preventatives back in the other cave?”

Dabi makes a sad sound but nods. “Another reason I wanted to bring you to the pools.” He admits before diving under the water and reemerging a few minutes later with a wiggly-looking creature that he quickly cooks to jerky before holding it out for Keigo. “Eat.”

Keigo grimaces, but takes it from the Vrirrein, swallowing it and only gagging a little. “That is vile.”

“So are welps.” Dabi chuckles, once again in Keigo’s space. “Now can I?”

Keigo flushes but nods, rolling over to get to the zipper on his suit. “I’d be pissed if I just swallowed that for nothing.” He mutters, fidgeting when Dabi starts helping him with the zipper. He knows the exact moment Dabi sees it because the zipper stops as though stuck. 

“You’re not an Earthling.” Dabi hums, and Keigo finally lets himself chirp when a clawed hand carefully brushes over a feather. 

“Was raised there from an egg so might as well be.” Keigo shrugs, reaching back to pull the zipper the rest of the way. “Most of the feathers are in my room on the ship.”

Dabi blinks slowly, watching Keigo’s compacted wings fluff out before taking note of the talons when he takes his space gloves off. Now that they’re surrounded by glow moss and Dabi doesn’t have a flashlight being shined in his eyes, he can notice gold crest feathers blending into Keigo’s hair. Moving back to let him step out of the suit reveals red tail feathers and feet made for landing that Dabi had chalked up to weird space boots. What he thought was eyeliner is probably actually eye markings and a yawn reveals teeth made for tearing flesh that make Dabi trill, getting one in response that makes his tail vibrate. “Avirath?”

“I assume so.” Keigo shrugs again as he straightens a few feathers. “I was dumped with the government so my parents could fuck off on Earth as far as I know. I usually don’t look this avian, but a few months of “broken video” lets you get away with not plucking.”

Dabi growls, getting in Keigo’s space again to pull him close. “You’re staying. No one deforms what is mine.” 

Keigo coos, wings fluttering now that they’re free. “Guess Tokoyami has to stay too. He’s been teaching me about what we assume is also my home.”

“Fine. We’ll arrange a cave for him. Now can I make sure you won’t leave?” Dabi chitters, pleased when he gets one in return. 

“Yeah…can I bite first?” Keigo asks with a tilt of his head. “Something about blood.”

Dabi nods, kneeling in the pond so Keigo has skin to choose from. “If you can get through the scar-fuck!”

Keigo strikes fast, having already pointed the healthy part on his left bicep and his wings puff up, trilling before he licks the spot in apology. “Toko- mmm- Tokoyami said something about talons and teeth usually causing a lot of bloodshed so it’s just kind of become part of our shit to determine mates by blood.” He explains, pupils pinned now. “I’m staying.”

Dabi growls happily, surging down to kiss his little mate breathless, the tentacle-like appendage between his legs stiffening at the taste of his own blood on Keigo’s tongue, rumbling about a strong mate. “Bite?”

Keigo nods before shrieking from the pain of the sudden bite to his shoulder which quickly turns to a moan as his world seems to tilt and he grows dizzy. “Dabi…”

“Shhh… just let it work through you.” Dabi hushes with a chuff, nuzzling Keigo’s cheek. “I’ll take care of you.”

Keigo warbles, realizing it’s less dizzy so much as foggy and is quickly making his body feel hot and light. He clings to Dabi, his legs feeling weak in the water, and he chirps when he’s lifted onto the bank so Dabi can gauge his reactions properly. “Hot. I want back in the water.”

“I know, birdie.” Dabi rumbles, licking the wound from his bite to soothe it. “But I don’t have a complete humanoid form because of botched genetics and can’t retract my claws to get you ready so you need the slick.”

Keigo chitters in annoyance, starting to file his own talons on the rocks. “Awfully cocky aren’t you?” Trying to get himself at least dragged into the water to ease the heat before an empty feeling starts growing in his lower abdomen and he decides it’s about to get fucked too. 

Dabi raises what Keigo assumes would be an eyebrow on a human face before turquoise eyes dart down to what is supposed to fit in Keigo. “Did you forget I mentioned a knot too? The tip alone is a little over half the size of your wrist.”

Keigo had, in fact, skipped over the part about the knot, but that sounded so good right now that he croons before chirping in surprise when what he assumes is the slick starts gathering between his legs. He guess he’s supposed to handle prep then, rig-

He squawks when reaching between his legs gets him pinned by a rumbling Vrirrein who reminds Keigo of his split mouth and long forked tongue. 

“What do you think you’re doing, birdie?” Dabi smirks, moving down the Avirath’s body until he can prop sunkissed calves on his shoulders and settle his head between strong thighs. “I want the first taste.”

Keigo whines, wanting something in him now and not understanding why he was stopped until it finally occurs to him what Dabi is doing when the tip of the forked tongue flicks over his hole and he chirps and moans when it teases in slightly, encouraging more slick. 

“Understand now, pretty bird?” Dabi snickers before going back in.

Keigo’s wings puff at the nickname and he trills, getting one in response before Dabi starts actually licking and sucking at his hole to get it to open up for him. Keigo warbles when the fork properly slips inside, and digs his talons into the fur on top of Dabi’s head to try to grind down, chittering angrily when claws on his hips won’t let him. “Dabi!” 

Dabi just hums, slowly working his tongue in more until he can actually fuck Keigo with it and make him trill again. He moans at the first propper rush of slick tastes of things Dabi’s never tasted, probably due to not being native to his planet, but tastes divine anyway and makes Dabi growl and lick more. He hears Keigo squawk when his back is lifted off the rock in Dabi’s eagerness. He needed every last drop. 

“Da- Dabi~!” Keigo moans, thighs clamping around Dabi’s head when he’s lifted like he weighs nothing. 

Mate. Strong mate. Fuck. Breed. Need bred. Want mate to breed me. Strong eggs. Will be strong. 

Keigo warbles, chirping pathetically when Dabi’s tongue starts torturing his prostate. It reaches deep, but it’s not thick enough to prep him and he whines at the thought of having to wait longer to do it himself. His body felt like it was on fire and there was a scent coming from somewhere that was making his brain foggier, and he felt so empty. 

“Dabi~ Please~ Need you in me!” Keigo whines, trilling when the scent gets stronger.

Forest fire, blizzard, and something vegetative that Keigo isn’t familiar with, but smells kind of like cedar. It should probably be making him panic given the danger in there, but instead, it makes his head spin and he coos, feeling drunk the thicker the scent gets.

Thank fuck the Vrirrein talked first instead of just biting him because it almost feels like he’s been drugged, but now he doesn’t care one bit. “Morreeee!”

Dabi growls against Keigo’s hole, eventually pulling his tongue out. “Fuck, you taste amazing. Gonna need your fingers down here though, you were right.”

Keigo groans at being empty again but then that long tongue is in his mouth, and fuck he’s never been so hard in his life and keens, shoving his hand between his legs. Is that what he tastes like? What his slick tastes like? He understands why Dabi was down there so long if so. He tastes like grapefruit, an Avirathian honey Tokoyami had him try, and salted caramel and he coos as Dabi practically tongue fucks his mouth too. It’s a little awkward due to the wide nature of Dabi’s mouth but he’s so drunk on Dabi’s bite that he decides to tease him about it later, wanting something much bigger than his own uncoordinated fingers in him. 

“Dabi~ please!” He moans when he’s given room to breathe. “Need you in me! Please!”

Dabi growls a low croaking sound, having to snap his fangs to the side to not bite again before getting himself to look down. “This is still going to be tight.”

“Don’t care.” Keigo pants, feathers shooting off to take Dabi by surprise and push him forward. “In me. Now. If I don’t get fucked soon I’m losing my damn mind and I had to pay off a psychologist to be allowed into space.”

Dabi snorts in surprise, face splitting in an amused grin. “Fuck, birdie, never thought I’d have someone this eager for my dick. Don’t complain if you can’t walk.” He warns before using the slick on Keigo’s hand to slick up his dick and slowly starts to push the tentacle-like appendage inside. 

Keigo gives a startled chirp, the stretch definitely much more than he was ready for and he grips the Vrirrein’s arms to ground himself in some way even as his body makes a new purr-like noise. “Fuhhh–”

“I wanted you~” Dabi chuckles, holding on enough to take his time, but also just enjoying the sight of pretty gold eyes rolling back in their sockets once the head is inside and the bumps and ridges start almost immediately to stimulate his currently extra sensitive walls. “How you feeling?”

Keigo twitters and croons before shaking his head, trying to figure out a shared language. “Full…fuck…more, please~”

Dabi smirks, slowly starting work more inside the Avirath’s tight hole, taking full advantage of the slick his venom helps Keigo produce to make the glide easier, and he knows he’s found his birdie’s prostate again when wings puff up and talons dig into his arms with a new chitter. “Oh?” He drawls. “Is that a good spot?”

Keigo shakes his head, looking delirious. “If a single ridge… touches there…I will lose it…” He pants out despite his hole practically dragging Dabi against that spot with how it’s sucking him in. 

“A ridge?” Dabi hums, face split into a grin that spells trouble for Keigo. “You mean like these?”

Keigo’s wings puff up and shoot out with a croon, eyes rolling back as he moans. “Dabiii~!”

Dabi chuckles, officially finding his new favorite toy and deciding to abuse it, pulling back a little bit before grinding down again. “Sorry, birdie~ I know my venom is making you crave my knot and if you want it in you…”

Keigo groans, legs locking around Dabi’s hips as though trying to pull him in “Knot. Please Fuck. In. Now. Ple-ase~Mnmm~”

Dabi rumbles and chuffs, thrusting his hips probably a little more than Keigo was ready for, but he was taking him surprisingly well. Maybe a reaction with his Avirath biology, who knows, but Dabi was almost in. “Just a little-Fuck!” 

Its Dabi’s turn to curse and moan when he realizes he forgot about the stupid feathers that push him in the rest of the way and make him have to hiss out an apology when his claws draw blood. “Shit, sorry, bir-”

His apology is cut short as Keigo’s body decides to remind him that blood is just part of the mating process by tensing up and cumming untouched with little chirps and moans that go right to Dabi’s dick. 

Oh. So that’s not a problem then. 

Dabi takes advantage of his weirdly bendy body and ridiculously long tongue to lick the lines of cum off of Keigo’s torso, and try to give them both a second to adjust, but Dabi apparently bit a masochist because it’s not long before Keigo starts squirming as though trying to fuck himself on Dabi’s cock. 

It appears biting this particular bird was a double-edged sword because now he had the slick and adaptability to not get hurt too bad, but he certainly seemed to be trying. 

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this is your first time dealing with mating hormones.” Dabi jokes, trying to hold Keigo still since Dabi’s apparently the only one that needs to adjust to the tight heat trying to suffocate his dick.

“Space Commission has suppressants for most creatures.” Keigo manages to pant out, still trying to squirm. “Dabi, please~”

Turquoise eyes widen then seem to burn with fire that makes him need to pull Keigo into the water some to not burn him even as a part of him purrs about being Keigo’s first heat because that means someone was hurting his mate. He doesn’t realize his own croaking growl until Keigo whimpers and bares his throat in submission. 

“Dabiii~ Move~!” Keigo whines pathetically. “Need you! Hot! Everything is too hot! Please! Fuck me! Please!” He begs, about ready to figure out if he can flip if he doesn’t get what he needs soon. 

Dabi clicks when Keigo squirms again, giving a small thrust and muttering something Keigo can’t understand before starting to move finally and getting a moan out of Keigo that grows in volume the harder and faster he goes. It aches and burns, Keigo definitely not ready to take the Vrirrein, but he is far from caring as it soothes the heat under his skin and drags chirps out of him with every grind of ridges over his prostate. Fuck, this could get addicting, especially with the extra endorphins every returned sound sends through his system. 

Yeah, this was no longer a test run. He was keeping this Vrirrein if it was the last thing he ever did, and the next targeted grind of ridges against his prostate confirms it. “Mnnn~ Fu-” Keigo chitters in annoyance at being unable to figure out words before finally just grabbing the arm he’s already clawing the shit out of and now holding it in his fangs possessively. “Mine.”

Dabi hisses at the sudden pain, but rumbles happily, eyes glowing brighter in pride and arousal. “Does this mean I can bite you when I fill you, pretty bird?”

Keigo’s wings puff again at the nickname and he nods. “Yes,” he gets out before squawking in outrage when Dabi has to pull out to flip Keigo onto his stomach, but quickly trilling again when he’s just as soon filled again. 

“Don’t worry, birdie. I’m not going anywhere.” Dabi growls, covering Keigo with his body now as he properly pistons into him, drinking in the bird song that tells him exactly how much Keigo is enjoying himself and making Dabi rumble in pride as his spines twitch along his back and his tail whips in the water behind him. “And I’ll make sure you don’t either.”

Keigo’s wings flutter at the words, more than happy with this turn of events as his back arches to take Dabi deeper and make Keigo moan. He was just supposed to check out this planet to have something to bring back to the Commission, and here he was getting his insides rearranged and agree to what is genetic modification the more that he thinks about it, but his whole crew now had some reason or other to stay as well so it was looking like the Commission can assume him dead with as many fucks as he currently gives.

Which is none. 

But he is taking a hell of one. 

Keigo moans loudly as the new angle lets Dabi absolutely abuse his prostate with every bump and ridge along his shaft and has him hurtling to the edge what should probably be embarrassingly fast, but is so overwhelmed that he doesn’t care. “Dabiiii~! Cumming!”

Dabi rumbles, mouth practically glued to an unusually sensitive area on the back of Keigo’s neck as he chuffs and clicks, his thrusts starting to get sloppy. “Right behind you, birdie.” He grits out.

Keigo chitters, wings involuntarily sharpening behind him and puffing, cutting Dabi in a few places but not stopping either of them. In fact, Dabi just grunts and thrusts faster until Keigo actually caws and croons, cumming hard into the water and clamping down on Dabi as his hole spasms, making Dabi growl. It’s not until Keigo is falling boneless that he notices something bulbous starting to inflate at the base of Dabi’s cock that he remembers something. 

His knot.

Fuck, this was going to get bigger. 

Keigo whines in sensitivity now, needing a break but quietly cursing the original bite that’s telling him he needs that in him to finally be satisfied. “Dabi~!”

“Al-most…” Dabi snarls, adjusting his angle until the gush of slick polling from Keigo’s ass form cumming finally lets the knot pop in to start catching and making Dabi his and groan. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Keigo keens, his abused hole stretched even more and making him whine in sensitivity when it finally catches. “Dabi…”

Dabi says something in a language Keigo doesn’t know when his head isn’t full of cotton but definitely doesn’t know now as he grinds into Keigo a few more times before finally biting down on that spot on Keigo’s neck and oh. Oh fuck.

He doesn’t even notice way too much cum being pumped into him as he seemingly ascends. All he knows is that if he thought he was sensitive before, he was a fucking idiot.

“Dabi~!” Keigo moans, wings shuddering behind him as the fire that spreads through his veins actually pushes a sad attempt at another orgasm out of him and he coos. He practically melts beneath the Vrirrein now, boneless as Dabi finishes cumming with a snarl, not letting go of Keigo’s neck until he is done and licking the no-doubt deep mark with an apologetic trill that gets a happy coo from Keigo. 

“Fuck…” Dabi eventually pants, pulling Keigo back against him so they can float in the pool and Dabi doesn’t have to hold himself up. “You okay, birdie?” 

Keigo just croons, fucked out and drunk on whatever overhaul that last bite is doing to his body as his scent shifts a little so the salted caramel smells a little burnt. He at least manages to nod.

Dabi chuckles, resting a clawed hand across Keigo’s back to stroke along his spine comfortingly. “You’re aware you’re not leaving, right?”

Even if it got him accidentally dunked when Dabi jerked, Keigo thinks his possessive bite was an appropriate response to such a stupid question. 

Obviously, he wasn’t leaving. 

Dabi couldn’t get rid of him if he tried. 

Not if Keigo had anything to say about it.

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