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Standing on the roof of a dilapidated five-store building, Dabi checks the time on his phone for the tenth time in two minutes. The sunset’s reflection off the windows of the neighboring buildings makes the LCD screen hard to see, but it's still the same time it was last time he checked. 18:46. Over fifteen minutes past their meeting time. Dabi had been about five minutes late himself, but he has a reputation to uphold. Hawks? Hawks doesn't do "late".
All afternoon, Hawks had been blowing up Dabi's burner cell with cryptic text messages. Saying melodramatic things like, "It's an emergency", and "I don't have much time". Dabi had finally caved and sent a time and location, and now Hawks is late? He'd been sure Hawks was exaggerating, but... Maybe karma had finally caught up. There was no way Hawks could keep playing both sides forever. If Hawks finally got burned, that's not Dabi's problem, is it?
Dabi tells himself the way his heart clenches in worry or guilt or whatever it is, has nothing to do with Hawks.
Then he hears the telltale thump of Hawks landing behind him, and he's annoyed at the relief he feels. He turns around, ready to chew Hawks out for being late, when a husky feminine voice says, "Dabi, I need you to not freak out."
Dabi is throwing fire before conscious thought processes the action. The figure darts inhumanly quick to the side—heteromorphic quirk; wings, looks like—and swears loudly.
"I said don't freak out!" the woman says, looking pissed. The expression looks familiar.
Dabi ignores her and spins up another fireball. As he's about to throw it, something red wraps around his wrist and yanks it up, changing the trajectory. The flames shoot harmlessly into the sky. His wrist is now close enough to his face that he gets a good look at the red thing. It's a feather. One of Hawks' feathers, if he had to guess, but Hawks isn't—
"Goddamn it, Dabi!" growls the winged woman—bright red wings—and the cadence of her annoyance sounds exactly like— "It's me! It's Hawks! Stop trying to set me on fire!"
Dabi squints at the woman claiming to be Hawks. She's a little shorter than Hawks, but the hair is the same cut and color. Her face is rounder, but the deep furrow of her eyebrows in her pissed-off glare is achingly familiar.
"...Hawks?"
The woman throws her hands up in the air, exasperated, and the feather's grip on Dabi's wrist loosens. "Yes! Obviously!"
"'Obviously'," says Dabi doubtfully, glancing meaningfully at Hawks' newly ample chest.
"Ignore those," Hawks(?) says, waving a dismissive hand. The breasts jiggle with the motion of Hawks' arm, and Dabi is unable to follow the advice. "I only have like, ten hours left anyway."
"Okay. Hold on." Dabi takes a moment to wrap his brain around this new development. "Okay, no, wait, so you're—did you get quirked or something and turn into a girl?"
Hawks grimaces and runs a hand through (his? her? God, this is going to be a long day) his hair. His designer jeans jacket slides off one shoulder, too big on his now-smaller frame. He's wearing civilian clothing, which didn't help with the recognition. "Well, you know. Win some, lose some."
Dabi snorts, then remembers the dozens of texts from Hawks on his phone from earlier in the day. "This is your emergency? Why the fuck did you call me out here?"
Hawks' face goes pink and soft and bashful. Dabi has never seen the expression in the entirety of their unfortunate acquaintance. It's incredibly suspicious, especially when Hawks tops it off by fluttering his eyelashes. "Weelllll," says Hawks at length, then spills out, "wanna-have-sex?"
Dabi chokes. "What?"
"You know. Sex." Hawks thrusts his hips suggestively. "With me. Because I'm a girl?"
Dabi wonders if Hawks half his IQ points in the transformation along with the remainder of his shame. "What the hell would that have to do with anything?"
"Uh, everything?" Hawks eyes Dabi suspiciously. "Are you seriously going to turn me down? Look at me." Hawks gestures at his chest, his curves, and Dabi's eyes helplessly follow. "I'm hot." He's not wrong. When Dabi doesn't say anything, Hawks changes tactics and points accusingly at him. "You can't tell me that if you turned into a girl, you wouldn't immediately try out the new plumbing."
Affronted, Dabi scowls. "I wouldn't."
Hawks rolls his eyes. "Yeah. Sure."
"I wouldn't! Why me!?"
Hawks rubs at the back of his neck and looks away. Oh, now he's embarrassed? "Can't you just... count yourself lucky and lend me your dick?" What the hell.
"Oh my God." How is this his life?
"I just want to try it! It'll take, what, 15 minutes tops?"
"Are you saying I can't last 15 minutes?" Dabi says darkly, threat evident in his tone.
Hawks eyes widen. "What? No! I mean. Maybe? Look, I've been experimenting, and I'm not sure I can last much over 10. I was being generous."
'Experimenting', he says, and Dabi can't stop the images that flash through his mind. Hawks, laying on his back, panting, squeezing his own chest. Hawks, hand between his legs and sliding a tentative finger in.
"C'mooonn," Hawks whines, then takes both hands and bounces his boobs up and down. He's not wearing a bra, and Dabi can see the outline of his nipples. "Just look at these!" Dabi can't really look away.
It would be monumentally stupid to have sex with Hawks, a corrupt hero at best, a real hero at worst. But it would be even more stupid of Hawks to have sex with a villain. Something like that could ruin him, and the schadenfreude of it kind of makes Dabi want to do it even more. Unfortunately, neither logic nor spite are what sways him one way or the other.
Dabi's not proud to say his dick makes that decision for him.
Dabi grunts, trying to sound disapproving, but he doesn't think he manages. His heart is hammering in his chest too hard. "Fine, whatever. We can go to my place, it's closer."
Hawks eyes light up. "Really? You mean it?" Dabi rolls his eyes and nods, sighing like this is going to be some great burden when internally he's kind of... really, really taking a shine to the idea of having sex with a hot girl. "Oh, but there's no need to go out of your way, we can just do it here."
Dabi looks around. At the open rooftop in the fading, but still quite bright, sun. He repeats flatly, "Here."
Hawks looks confused. "Yeah. What's wrong with here?"
"Nothing," Dabi agrees, "if you have no standards."
Clutching at his distracting chest, Hawks grins. "You wound me."
Hawks has been in Dabi's apartment once or twice, and he wasn't too much of an asshole about it. So, he both knows the way and knows it's no five-star hotel. Hawks offers to fly them but Dabi laughs in his face. After calling in a teleport from Ujiko, Dabi waits all of ten minutes before Hawks is tapping at his window.
Once Dabi opens the latch for him, Hawks wastes no time in stripping and then goading Dabi into doing the same.
"Come on," Hawks whines, hands on his hips, framing the fine slope of his pelvic bone, "Hurry up." Dabi forces his eyes up from Hawks' hands, but then Hawks' chest is right there and his nipples are... very pink. Dabi's heart rate spikes and he turns his face away so he'll stop staring. The sheer amount of bare skin on display inversely makes him nervous. He's not used to being around people who are comfortable being naked.
Dabi could never imagine taking his clothes off in front of a real girl. But Hawks knows what he's getting into, right? He might not know how extensive the scarring is, but he's seen Dabi's face and neck and arms. He's probably made some pretty accurate guesses. Hawks is a dude, and his mind is still a dude's, maybe the scarring won't bother him as much. Besides, he probably doesn't care about the rest of Dabi, as long as his dick works. And it does work, so they'll be fine. At least, that's what Dabi tells himself and he pulls off his shirt, heart pounding hard in all the unsexy ways.
Hawks is completely unabashed as he throws himself on Dabi's bed, rolls onto his back, and spreads his legs. Mouth suddenly very dry, Dabi looks away. Then he remembers that Hawks asked for this, and makes himself look again.
Hawks is looking down at himself, stroking his hands over his own curves. "My god I'm attractive," he says, voice a mix between fond and awe-struck. Dabi snorts, nerves dissipating. No one will be looking at him through this transaction, and that gives him the courage to shuck his pants. He keeps his boxers on. The idea of Hawks looking at his dick makes Dabi's heart palpitate unreasonably. He figures there's some prep work involved anyway, so it'll be fine. He can take them off later when Hawks is distracted.
Dabi shuffles onto his own bed, more tentative than he's felt in years. He crawls in between Hawks' naked legs, careful not to brush against any part of Hawks' skin. He knows he should, he knows that's why they're here, but it seems like too much, too fast. Hawks makes an encouraging noise and Dabi finds himself flushing. As he settles, Hawks props himself up on one arm and grabs Dabi by the wrist. Dabi lets Hawks tug his hand towards his slender waist, and then his palm is ghosting against smooth skin and Hawks' hand is on top of his, holding it there. It's unfair that Hawks still has abs like this. As Hawks leans back again and the muscles ripple under Dabi's fingers, it feels very much like Hawks could still beat him in a physical fight. Dabi tells himself that's not hot. His dick disagrees.
With Hawks' guidance, Dabi pushes his hands up Hawks' torso, bumping over his ribcage until his fingertips brush the swell of Hawks' breast. He squeezes it lightly, trying not to come off as tentative. Hawks doesn't protest, so he does it a little harder. The nipple ends up pinched between his fingers, and Hawks inhales sharply in response. When Dabi glances up at his face to make sure he hasn't done something wrong, Hawks' cheeks are pink and his mouth is drooped open slightly. So, not something wrong; something right? Dabi squeezes again, pinches on purpose this time, and Hawks makes that same little sound again. His grip on the back of Dabi's hand tightens.
(Dabi wonders if Hawks' nipples are always this sensitive, but that feels like an oddly inappropriate thought to be having. He pushes it aside.)
Dabi feels like he's on the edge of a discovery, like if he could just say or do the right thing at this very moment, Hawks would open up and... Dabi's not sure. And he's not sure what he'd do, even if he managed it. He abandons his ministrations of Hawks' chest and trails his hand down that tapered waist to the sharp jut of pelvic bone. He steals a glance down at the mound of curly blond pubic hair thinks, unbidden: My dick is going in there. It's an exciting, terrifying, confusing thought. It's weird as hell that he's doing this with Hawks, but when else is he gonna get the chance?
The back of Dabi's hand brushes the inside of Hawks' thigh, and Hawks says, "Oh hell yes," a little breathless. Hawks grabs Dabi's hand and shoves it between his own legs, all impatient urgency and no shame. Dabi falters, balking at the forgein genitalia. Then he figures, well, what the hell? and starts prodding his fingers around. It's warm and a little moist and something near the top makes Hawks gasp, his legs straining and bumping against Dabi's side. Dabi grins and pushes a little harder in his next pass, drawing another gasp out of Hawks'. Despite the positive response, he hesitates at the yielding entrance.
Glancing up at Hawks, Dabi asks, "Yeah?" His voice croaks like he hasn't spoken in years.
Hawks nods almost violently, and Dabi might laugh if he weren't so nervous about the next step. Just going for it seems like the best way to tackle his nerves, and Dabi presses one finger in. It's... squishy. The pressure around him is gentle, not unyielding like he'd expected. He slides in his middle finger next to his pointer finger, carefully watching Hawks' face for any sign of discomfort.
"You think you're... technically a virgin?" Dabi asks, fingers sliding in and out slowly, then scissoring open like he's seen in porn. It doesn't feel like he expected it to feel. It's a lot more... gummy? Wet? Well, a lot more warm, for one thing.
Hawks stomach muscles tense in laughter, and the warm, wet flesh engulfing Dabi's fingers clamps down. Dabi's pupils blow wide.
"I don't know, maybe you'll be able to tell if I feel like one."
Dabi thinks he means by how tight or loose the area is, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself by asking. "Fuck if I'd know."
Hawks' eyes flick from Dabi's hand up to his face. His gaze is hazy and his breath comes a little fast. "What d'you mean?"
"Uh." Dabi's face goes red. Fuck, why did he say that?
"Dabi," Hawks says, tone serious. He grabs the hand Dabi's been resting on Hawks' knee and Dabi stills. "Dabi, are you...?" Dabi doesn't answer, doesn't look Hawks in the eye, and Hawks sucks in a breath loudly. "Do you not want to...?"
Dabi glares and shakes Hawks' hand off. "What, you suddenly don't want to anymore? Just because I'm," he doesn't want to say it.
"No! I," Hawks bites his lip. "I didn't know. I don't want to... pressure you into anything. If I did, I'm sorry."
Dabi snorts but doesn't give a verbal reply. Instead, he stretches his fingers out as wide as he can. Hawks' spine arches. He half buries his head in a pillow and gurgles something unintelligible, and that's that.
Hawks lets Dabi continue the prep work for a little longer, but it's clear from the minute rocking of his hips that he's getting impatient. Dabi's worked his way up to three fingers and is considering a fourth, when Hawks says, "Not that this isn't nice and all, but d'you mind if we skip to the main event? I think I'm good."
Well, Hawks would probably know best. Dabi nods and carefully extracts his fingers. His hand is all wet and gross, and Dabi finds himself grimacing as he wipes it on the sheets. He'll have to wash them later, but he feels better once his hand is clean.
"Condom?" Dabi asks, and Hawks snorts. Dabi narrows his eyes. "What?"
"Just never thought you'd be the one pressing for a condom."
Theoretically, it makes the experience less intense. Dabi would never admit that he's afraid of how long he'll be able to last, but he'd be a fool to turn down a handicap. Still, he deflects.
"Not worried about getting knocked up?"
Hawks groans. "Come on dude, it's a 24 hour hour quirk, it'll be fine."
Dabi raises an eyebrow. "You really want to take that chance?"
Hawks hesitates, then relents. "Okay, okay, fine." A feather flits across the room to the pile of Hawks' clothes. On its return, it deposits a single condom into the bed next to Dabi before reattaching to Hawks' back.
Of course Hawks has a condom. Of course he does. Probably keeps it in his back pocket at all times, just in case, and he probably needs it more often than not. Lucky bastard. Dabi tries not to think about the obvious difference in experience between them. Hawks being a girl practically wipes the experience slate clean. Probably.
It takes less time than Dabi feared to figure out the condom and slide it on. Hawks doesn't offer to help, which is good. Dabi's pride has already taken some heavy blows today. When he's done, he leans over and braces himself on one elbow while his other hand lines up his dick in front of Hawks' entrance. His face is distractingly close to Hawks' chest and when he exhales, Hawks' shivers. Distracting for both of them, then. Good to know. Hawks' fingers wrap around his shoulder. Dabi doesn't bother stopping to ask for permission this time and pushes in.
Hawks makes a noise halfway between a hiss and a groan and his nails bite bluntly into Dabi's skin. And Dabi is— dealing. He keeps pushing further in because that's what you're supposed to do, he's pretty sure, but it's so tight. The sensation reminds him of pleasure if it were stretched too thin. After a small eternity, Dabi bottoms out and realizes he hasn't been breathing. He glances at Hawks to see if he's faring any better and finds his eyes shut tight and his mouth half open.
"Oh crap," wheezes Hawks, not opening his eyes. "That's, uh. That's a lot."
Concerned, Dabi asks, "You want me to pull out?" Is he already doing this wrong? Shit.
Hawks shakes his head vigorously. "Just, uh. Give me a minute."
Hawks shifts and tenses, and the wet heat clamps down around Dabi. Dabi groans.
"Oh, sorry, I'm just trying to... get used to it?"
"'S fine," Dabi mutters tightly. "Jus' lemme know when." He thinks he could come without even moving.
It hits him all at once that he's inside Hawks. and that's... pretty hot, actually. Hawks is always such a cocky bastard, always with a quip or a clever response, always sure of himself. To see him like this, panting, face red, eyes a little wet...
"You are extremely polite in bed, for a villain. Why are you never this nice to me normally? Is it because I'm a girl now? Are you a misandrist?" And there it is.
"My mistake," Dabi grumbles. "I momentarily forgot how annoying you are when you open your mouth."
Hawks grins and reaches up to tug Dabi down to his level by the hair. For a second, Dabi thinks he's going to be kissed. The back of his mind flashes, That's pretty gay, bro, in a voice that sounds a lot like Twice. Dabi doesn't disagree, exactly, but. If kissing Hawks is 'pretty gay', where does fucking him fall? Sure, his body's a girl's right now, so why does kissing him feel so different from having sex with him? And they are having sex. His dick is literally inside Hawks' body. If that doesn't count, Dabi doesn't know what does.
Kissing him feels more significant. More purposeful. Less like something he can blame on his libido.
But Hawks is still pulling him down and Dabi's still following and— you know what? If Hawks wants to make-out—
Hawks puts his lips against Dabi's ear and murmurs, "If you're saying you like me better speechless... Then you better get to work." Or that. Dabi can 100% get behind that.
He grips Hawks' hips to help pull himself most of the way out and takes a moment to breathe. Hawks' hips are plush instead of lean and muscular, and the skin gives pleasantly under his fingers. It makes Dabi feel weirdly powerful. He focuses on not getting overwhelmed but as he pushes back in, the soft keening coming from Hawks makes that very, very difficult. He thrusts again, finding the motion easier this time, more natural, and Hawks groans.
Dabi starts up a rhythm and Hawks angles his hips to meet Dabi's thrusts. When Hawks wraps his legs around Dabi to pull him in deeper, the sensation leaves Dabi unable to breathe or move for several seconds. He'd figured sex would be good, but he hadn't figured on it being so intense.
Between the friction and pressure and heat and Hawks egging him on, ("Yeah, just like that, c'mon, oh god, right there,") Dabi loses track of reality and gives in to feeling. All too soon he feels his balls tightening and the tension in his gut reaching a peak. He's not sure what else he's supposed to do, he doesn't know how to make this good for Hawks. Hawks might regret this in the morning, but Dabi will be damned before he lets that regret have anything to do with his own performance.
Slowing, then stopping, he exhales shakily. He leans so far over Hawks that their chests are touching, and Hawks, ("No, shit, don't stop, Dabi, god dammit, come on,") throws his arms around Dabi's torso and squeezes their bodies together. His hips try to writhe on Dabi's cock but Dabi holds them steady, grimacing with the effort of holding back his own climax. Not yet.
Chest to chest, both breathing hard, Dabi leans in to whisper in Hawks' ear just like Hawks had whispered into his. "Are you close?"
Hawks nods frantically, still trying to buck his hips. Meaningless commentary still falls out of his mouth. "Yeah, yes, so come on, come on, please." God, Hawks is pretty when he begs. And really, who is Dabi to deny him?
Dabi holds his orgasm off through sheer spiteful need to make Hawks cum first. Suddenly, Hawks gasps. His his fingernails dig into Dabi's back and his flesh clenches down, pulsating around Dabi's cock—and everything is perfect.
Dabi isn't sure why he does what he does next. Maybe it's the lack of oxygen. Maybe it's the near insanity that comes with the edge of orgasm. Or maybe it's just because he wants to—but Dabi grips Hawks by the hair to tilt his face up and smashes their mouths together. Hawks groans against his mouth and then moves his lips against Dabi's and Dabi's vision goes white.
He finishes with an aborted moan and collapses onto Hawks in a sweaty heap. He lays on top of Hawks for perhaps longer than is socially acceptable, but Hawks breathes deep, in and out, and traces patterns on Dabi's back with light touches of his fingertips. In the soft, tingly afterglow, he's barely bothered by how uncomfortably tender it is.
Dabi starts to drift, but Hawks smacks his shoulder. "Don't fall asleep on me, you're too bony for that, Jesus, get off. You'll leave bruises." Hawks shoves and complains until Dabi rolls over, grumbling with sleepy annoyance.
Dabi lays on his back next to Hawks and as he falls asleep he wonders if he'd imagined the hint of fondness in Hawks' exasperated expression.
Light from the window hits his face and Dabi wakes up with the singular thought of, I just had sex with Hawks, followed quickly by, Ha! Yeah, right. That never happened. Then he opens his eyes and sees red wings and bare skin and smoldering golden eyes. Oh fuck, Hawks is not only in his bed, Hawks is awake.
Dabi bolts upright and a second later notices how appallingly naked he is. Well, of course he is. That's because he had sex. With Hawks, his hysteric brain adds unhelpfully.
The sheets over his legs shift. Dabi looks over to see Hawks stretching in place, making a show of extending the lines of his arms and wings. That's distracting enough by itself, and then the sheets slip away from Hawks' naked torso.
"You're still a girl," blurts Dabi.
"Observant, aren't you," Hawks says dryly, then looks fondly down at his own chest. He cups his boobs and squeezes them together. Dabi has to look quickly away before he has a very visible problem underneath the very thin sheets.
As he stares out the window and tries to calm down, an uncomfortable thought surfaces to the forefront of his mind. Now that he's no longer letting his dick do the thinking, last night makes no sense. Hawks is attractive and he knows it. Even like this, trapped as a girl, he's fully confident in his looks and his charm. He could have had any man he wanted for his little 'experiment' last night. And he'd chosen Dabi? No. Something doesn't add up.
"Why the fuck did we do that?" Dabi asks incredulously, turning back to stare at Hawks.
Hawks stills. "You said it was okay. It's a little late to back out now." His voice is guarded and sarcastic. It's clear Dabi's missing something, but he can't figure out what it is.
"I mean why me? You go out of your way to call me up, come to my apartment... Why?"
"Ohh," Hawks says, relaxing. He shrugs, and his expression goes a little smug. "Just thought you might be open to it, for once. Since, you know, you're not into guys."
Dabi has just about as much experience with guys as he has girls, and this romp with Hawks hasn't cleared that up one bit. Theoretically, Dabi isn't super into guys. But once in a blue moon Dabi will run into a man, and he's not saying that it's Hawks, but he is saying he would pay good money to—wait. "I'm—what?"
Hawks sits straight up in the bed, still shockingly naked as the sheets fall away entirely from his female form. He squints suspiciously at Dabi. "Are you messing with me?"
Dabi does his best to stay focused and not stare at Hawks' thighs. "What are you talking about?"
"Have you somehow not noticed I've been flirting with you for months?"
Hawks thighs are suddenly no longer a problem. "What."
Hawks looks confused and slightly pissed. "You can't be serious."
"Are you trying to tell me you've wanted to tap this," Dabi gestures angrily at his face, "for months?"
"Uh, yes? I thought that was obvious."
Dabi can find no words in the human language to explain emphatically enough that it was not. "Why?"
Hawks brow furrows. "Because you're... hot?"
It takes less than half a second for Dabi to process that. "Did you just pun at me?"
Hawks waves his arms in front of his face in an apologetic panic. "Kind of! Not on purpose!" Hawks pauses for a moment before admitting, "Okay kind of on purpose." Dabi throws a pillow at him, and is pissed off when Hawks catches it effortlessly.
"What part of this," Dabi gestures to all of him, "is attractive to you?!"
Hawks honest to god blushes.
"I'd rather not go into it." Dabi stares, dumbfounded, and Hawks' face goes smooth. Expressionless. Defensive? Goddammit, why can't Dabi stop fucking this up?
Like the coward he is, Hawks forces a laugh and changes the topic. "Any chance I could get a shower before you kick me out?"
Dabi doesn't know what to do except nod. Hawks' reflexive smile is grateful, if a little tense. He turns away, pushing himself off the bed and heading towards the bathroom. Dabi tries not to stare as he walks away, and fails.
The door shuts and the shower starts running, and Dabi figures he's got about 10 minutes to collect himself. He starts by pulling some clean clothes on, and then—doesn't know what to do. Does he wash the sheets? Does he make breakfast? Porn always ends after all involved parties have orgasmed. What's the protocol when you find out your literal model of one-night-stand was into you before the temporary magic sex change? Shit, he should have watched those stupid romcoms with Toga.
The water shuts off, and Dabi's out of time. God dammit, 'fastest man alive'. Dabi should have known he'd take offensively short showers.
As Dabi's trying to remember if there are any clean towels in the bathroom, he hears a clatter and a bang. Hawks shouts, "Ow!", followed by a pained hiss. It sounds kind of like he stubbed his toe and is being a baby about it, but Dabi goes to check anyway.
Hawks is naked, and also man again. He gropes at his own chest looking forlorn. Dabi crosses his arms, disgusted. Hawks looks up, sad. "They were fun while they lasted."
Dabi snorts and rolls his eyes.
Hawks looks down at his naked crotch and then back up at Dabi. He raises both eyebrows. "...Round two?"
Dabi cannot believe this man. "Is your libido endless? Do you even stop to eat?"
Hawks thinks about this. "Breakfast and then round two?" He hesitates. "Or I could just, uh, go, y'know, if you're not into," Hawks gestures at his dick.
Dabi hesitates. Hawks wilts a little, wings curling defensively over his shoulders. Shit. This is going get really fucking gay.
Bizarrely, Dabi's looking forward to it.
"Breakfast and then I'll think about it," Dabi warns, uncrossing his arms.
Hawks grins.