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This was just ridiculous. Even villains had their limits. There were too many informants to see at the hottest time of the day, not that he could reschedule for obnoxious weather. Dabi thinks he might melt and for once it has nothing to do with his quirk. He’s so hot, he’s sure that can’t just be sweat starting to trickle down the back of his neck, pretty sure he burned most of his pours off years ago. He swipes at it irritably hoping it's not blood, barely mindful of the staples. Like hell is he going to try to replace those in this heat. No amount of adjusting his shorts and old battered tank top do anything to help cool him down. Everything seems to stick so damn much like a second skin.
Only a few weeks into spring but it already feels like the height of summer. Inside and outside feel the same, hot and sticky. It doesn’t matter how wide he opens the windows, there’s only more oppressing hot air.
Mid-afternoon and the temperature couldn’t get any higher if he used his quirk. As tempting as it was to cremate the ever-growing paperwork, and the desk it was staked on, the heat was already killing his focus. The papers were all blurring into one. Shigaraki already chewed his ear off this morning and he doesn’t fancy sitting through that again, heat or no heat. Today neither hero or villain had the energy to do anything.
He’s not doing anything but sitting there, spacing out, wondering if he could just get away with setting the shower to cold and camping out in there. He, and by the sounds of the almost constantly running water through the base, the majority of the league has been doing these past few weeks as the temperature slowly crept higher. The only thing going down was Shigarakis level of patience.
He tugs at the neck of his tank in an effort to fan himself and nearly leaps out of his skin at the thunk of his window sliding shut forcefully. Twisting around on his feet, hand out already heating up quickly and producing the signature blue flame. He rights himself just in time to spin round and face Hawks. Hawks is standing there, in his usual summer hero outfit albeit looking a lot more dishevelled than usual. Even a pristine hero image is no match for the weather. Dabi feels like his skin is igniting just looking at all those layers combined with the thought of patrol. Outside. In this weather.
Before Dabi gets a chance to ask what the hell is going on here Hawks is already talking.
“I could feel you all over town this morning,” he growls, ruby feathers ruffling.
Dabi squints back at him, flames extinguishing just as quickly, what does Hawks mean want him to do with that statement. An explanation? An apology? They only saw each other the other week. It's been quite nothing to report.
“And?” Dabi says instead, raising an eyebrow. As with everything else he says around Hawks, seems to be the entirely wrong choice of words.
Hawk's eyes immediately pin and wings twitch dangerously. Dabi has never felt threatened by the hero and could easily torch him and those gorgeous wings given the chance but the look on Hawks face is positively feral.
“Birdie, you got three seconds to explain before I turn those pretty little wings of yours into ash.”
“You need to get away from me Dabi.” Hawks snaps, fangs longer than Dabi has ever seen them and gloveless taloned hands clenched tightly into fists.
Dabi rolls his head on his shoulders. “Has all the flying so close to the sun finally melted your brain? This is my room, and it's too hot for your bullshit pretty bird.”
Hawks’ eyes are glowing almost gold, his crimson feathers restless and puffed out behind him. Thankfully, they weren't sharp, a small mercy. If thinking had been a struggle before Dabi feels like he’s losing right now. He drags himself away from Hawk's face for a brief second, glancing behind him and out the window. There is no movement that he can see from here. Even in whatever this state is, Hawks hasn’t jeopardised the mission and inadvertently revealed the location of the hideout.
“Did your dumb ass get hit by some stupid quirk?”
If yes, that’s kind of a terrifying prospect. He’s never known Hawks to have any trouble on a standard mission or patrol. If it was any speciality mission, he would have been taken back to the commission straight away. Whatever this was would be dealt with internally, far from any media or public eyes. Whatever kind of quirk this is, Dabi is already thinking about what kind of quirk he could deal with and how to take control of the situation—
Hawks is starting to look a little less agitated–though no less predatory. There’s almost a smile on his face as he has Dabi pinned to the spot. The pretty bird is practically preening under all of his attention. Or maybe that’s something else?
“Dabi. I’m going to give you ten seconds.” Hawks is buzzing with barely restrained energy, even more than usual for the hero. “You’ve got ten seconds to get out of this room, to get away from me, or I’m going to fuck you right here. Right now.”
Dabi’s mouth drops open pulling at his staples. Hawk’s gaze drops to his lips, and he takes an aborted half-step forward, breath rasping through his fangs before Dabi snaps his jaw closed with almost an audible click.
Dabi manages to swallow, licking at dry cracked lips. Sure, they have said nothing about their situation or put a label on it. What would you call a double agent hero and villain? Cliche? A disaster? A forbidden love story? He almost gagged at that. He wasn't in some cheesy romcom Twice watches in the living room. Still, that was the most straightforward and demanding that he has ever heard Hawks in the last five-ish months since this whole thing between them started. Sure they flirt, they fight, but they don't just….. Say it. “Seriously pretty bird? You don't top, pillow princess.”
With a low rumbling growl Hawks starts counting.
“Ten. Nine.”
“Really?” Dabi can’t do much more than blink at him brain trying to come up with any plausible explanation for this absurd situation. “You wouldn't dare Hawks.”
“Eight. Seven.”
Hawks is taking a slow breath between each number, like he’s savouring the build-up, tasting it, enjoying each second. Head tilting ever so slightly from left to right.
Dabi’s brain stutters should he be afraid or turned on? Maybe both? This can’t be real. Hawks is just fucking with him. Right? It’s the heat addling his brain. He doesn’t really mean that he’s going to…
“Six. Five.”
This has to be a quirk. Or either this is a joke, isn't it?. If it is a joke and he runs, he’s going to give Hawks something to really laugh about. If it’s not a joke and he runs; he’s going to miss out on the best thing that could have happened today.
“Four. Three.”
If it’s a joke and he stays, he gets to tell Hawks he called his bluff and not give him the satisfaction. If it’s not a joke and he stays… Yeah. Dabi isn’t fucking going anywhere.
“Two.”
Hawks is advancing now, and even though the countdown isn’t yet over, Dabi knows the window to escape has already closed. The safety bar has just lowered on the rollercoaster and the cart is creeping along the track, about to make the clickclickclick of its ascent. He just hopes it really does give him the ride of his life, instead of rolling through a trick door to a disappointing exit.
“One.”
Hawks pounces on him immediately and Dabi is being lifted off the floor and thrown forward like he weighs nothing.
He squeaks out a noise he will never admit to making, arms flailing. “Hawks, what—?”
Dabi slammed against the window face first, just managing to turn his cheek in time to protect his nose. The glass is cool against his heated skin, fogging up where his open mouth pants against it, the cooler temperature and the friction against his hard nipples are sending sparks down to his cock which is suddenly taking an interest, half-hard and starting to tent his shorts.
Wait—when the hell did Hawks get his top off?
“I told you to run babe.” Hawks runs his nose up the back of his neck, wings fluffing up happily and excitedly. All Dabi can focus on is his gold eyes reflecting back at him in the glass.
This is really fucking happening. It wasn’t a joke.
“Just can’t help yourself, can you?” Hawks grits out, hands firm at his hips, the bite of his talons sinking into his skin almost to the point of breaking. “Always so stubborn. Can never just do something without being a brat.” His mouth presses to Dabi’ ear, a cascade of breath over his cheek, fangs dragging along the cartilage. “Drives me fucking crazy.”
The heat disappears from his back and Dabi makes a plaintive noise, but Hawks is back in a second, after the sound of the drawer of Dabi’ nightstand opening. He glimpses a flutter of feathers and something drops in Hawk’s hand; he tries to wiggle to see more and he catches sight of a familiar bottle. Lube.
“I know what you do to yourself when you’re alone thinking no one is in hot stuff.” Hawks’s voice drops to a breath, warm against the back of his neck before nipping hard. “Heard you say my name.”
“Hawks!” Dabi gasps.
He’d been the only one in the hideout that afternoon. Having what he thought to be a private moment where he didn’t have to keep his mouth shut for once while splayed out on the bed. He was covered in lube and imagining it was Hawks’s come, hot and slippery. Imagining his fingers were Hawk’s feeding the come back inside him whenever it tried to escape, imagined it was Hawk’s cock spearing back inside to fill him up again, pump him full of another load—
And he’d come just like that, a choked off cry of Hawk’s name into his pillow, his cock shooting his load untouched all over the sheets.
But that was—that was months ago.
“You saw that?” Dabi asks weakly, suddenly feeling vulnerable. He never noticed, he let his guard down and now Hawks is proudly recalling the event.
“Hmmm. What were you thinking about hot stuff? What were you imagining I was doing to you?” Hawks sounds frenzied, like he is being eaten alive by curiosity all this time.
Dabi doesn’t answer, and he feels the pressure of Hawks’s fingers against his throat. He’s not squeezing, not even close, but it’s the threat of it, the idea of it, and it has Dabi babbling after a gasp. His voice comes out strangled no matter that Hawk's fingers have no intent behind them.
“Hawks don't.” He warns.
Hawks coos almost soothingly at him running his cheek up and down the side of his neck. His wing beating slightly behind his back.
“You’re not one to be shy, hot stuff. You were every bit as stunning as I imagined.” Dabi bites down harshly on his lip, hardly feeling it through the damaged skin. Gold eye pin down straight to the movement. A talon trails slowly up his neck over his plum bitten lip teasing it out from between its captors.
“Fucker! I was thinking about you. Wanted you fucking it back inside me.” He flails back with his hand to grasp at Hawks’s bare hip–fuck, he’s naked–and tries to pull them flush together, like that will somehow have Hawks buried inside him. Then his mind catches up and he twists his head round, contorting. He wants to see — He needs to see—
Hawk’s cock is perfect, because of course it fucking is. Long, thick, a gentle curve upwards. But it’s his balls which Dabis eyes get drawn to, fat and round and heavy, and Dabi makes a strained sound in the back of his throat. He presses his cheek back to the window, his staples making a small chinking sound, the flash of cold sharpening his focus.
“Fuck.”
Hawks doesn’t waste Dabi’s moment of distraction. With one shove, Dabi’ shorts and boxers hit the floor. Within seconds he’s standing completely naked lit up at the window of his bedroom. With the light, there’s no way anyone will be able to see it’s him. Anyone from the league could walk past or in at any point and see them.
“Hold up birdy,” he tries to protest, trying to push back. He’s not weak, but he’s also not a close combat fighter.
Hawks crowds him against the glass so he can’t get away, pinning him in place with the weight of his chest and wings spread out and forward against the wall. He’s pressed to the window from knees to cheek and he hisses at the flash of cold along the line of his cock, jerking his hips away. It makes his back curve in an obscene arch, popping his ass out, and Hawks makes a chirp of interest. His hips shift and then there’s Hawk’s cock settling in the cleft of his ass, thrusting slowly back and forth. Dabi’ fingers scrabble at the glass, eyes wide, hands landing on either side of the window frame for purchase. The slide is still dry where Hawks is rocking his hips and Dabi can feel the drag of his foreskin catching and pulling back.
A strange noise lodges in Dabi’ throat. He has no idea what it was supposed to be, but he feels a little like his mind is splitting, overwhelmed by every little point of contact between them, each of Hawk's talons, the brush of his thick thighs, his cock. His cock, which is hard, because of him. This is Hawks. Why is this Hawks? Why is Hawks here? Whatever the reason quirk accident or not, Dabi is so fucking grateful.
The slide is getting somewhat wetter, Hawk’s precome easing the way, and then something cold is drizzling over their heated skin and they’re both groaning. Hawk’s hips speed up a little, spreading the lube between them, and Dabi moans and bites at his lip as the increase in speed makes his nipples drag against the glass. Faster still Hawks thrusts, and then the head of Dabi’s cock is bouncing off the window with every forward jerk, little zings of icy pleasure combined with the way his piercings are catching on the glass. Hopefully, the metal won't chip or crack the glass but that’s future Dabi's problem.
Hawks impatience is ratcheting up, pulling back just too far, enough that the head catches on Dabi’s rim, skimming over the tight muscle, and Dabi’s eyes almost roll back. Hawks cock presses against him there with intent, like Hawks has taken himself in hand. Dabi’ eyes flutter shut at the image, of the flushed red head of Hawks’s cock dwarfing the tight little furl of his hole, the knowledge that in a few minutes time that cock is going to be stretching him impossibly wide and filling him up in a way his fingers have never been able to before. He feels his hole flutter, like it’s trying to loosen up enough to welcome Hawks inside then and there. Hawks growls at that, a low rumble deep in his chest. Wings shaking and fluttering as they stretch out.
Dabi turns his head the other way, chilling his other cheek for another flash of clarity. His skin slips against the window, just fogging up with their building body heat. But it’s enough to draw his brain back to the real problem that Hawk's cock against his ass had distracted him from.
“Fuck. Kei-Hawks!”
Hawks chirps and nips at Dabi’ neck again like that’s a fact that he’s very much enjoying–and, hey, Dabi’ isn’t gonna lie, that’s a pretty glorious feeling—but focus here!
“We’re at the goddamn window and the doors unlocked!”
“Okay?” Hawks says immediately. His voice deepens, perilous. “Let them see that you’re mine.”
Hawk’s now-talon less finger is dragging through the mess of lube covering his ass and sliding straight inside him. Dabi’s spine stiffens, ass clenching down in shock, and a strangled groan leaps out of his throat at having something to tighten around. His eyelids flutter and he really thinks he might just come.
Dabi’s toes curl in the beaten up carpet, forehead against the glass, chest heaving for breath.
The air has gone so fucking thin, all that spring heat locked in here with the heat getting churned out by their arousal and not doubt his quirk. He’d been sticky with sweat before, but now it’s a sheen, all over him and Hawks. And Hawks’s finger is still inside him. He knows Hawk’s fingers aren’t quite as thick as his own, and had done little tests like gauge how far round Hawk’s fingers had clasped when he picked up a bottle of water. They’re longer though, like every single part of Hawks, which he can definitely feel right now, somehow every single nerve ending in his body is suddenly connected to the rim of his asshole. They’re not as thick, he knows they aren’t, but this lone finger is somehow reaching a place even deeper inside than his own have ever been able to go.
Hawks drags the digit back out to the tip and then thrusts it back in, and Dabi eyes snap open, throat squeezing out another moan, rising into a whine as he catches sight of a string of precome stretching out between the head of his cock and the window. He can see the sun slowly descending in the horizon.
He’s fucking ruined. No other sexual experience is ever going to come close to topping this and they haven’t even gotten to the main event. They’re not even past one finger and he’s done for.
Hawks freakish senses or those damn wings must hear his thoughts somehow because he starts to work a second finger beside the first, adding more lube, thrusting and thrusting and thrusting. It’s gentle compared to all of Hawk’s other movements so far, taking his time. Either to be careful with Dabi or, more likely, to enjoy the sight of Dabi’s ass opening up to take more and more of him. It seems to take an age, Hawk’s fingers twisting and crooking and spreading until Dabi is crying out as they graze something deep inside him and is starting to bounce back on the thick digits. The tip of a third joins in then and the process starts all over again, stretching him wider than he’s ever been stretched before.
Dabi’s cock is dripping and he can’t take it anymore, lets go of the window frame to give himself a stroke, just one, something to take the edge off—
But Hawks snatches his arm by the wrist and holds it back to the window.
“Birdy, Hawks, please. Just give me something—”
“Soon,” Hawks promises, and then he’s tucking the tip of his little finger in alongside the other three and Dabi’ knees are trembling, about to give out.
“Hawks, I can’t, you’ve gotta—”
Hawks chirps sharply, and then his fingers disappear from inside him, replaced in moments by the pressure of the blunt head of his cock. It—It feels huge.
“Fuck. Right, okay, okay,” Dabi mutters to himself as he breathes deep. This is happening.
Hawks rubs the slick head of his cock against his entrance until Dabi relaxes enough that his clenching hole opens back up and then he's pressing inside him until the head of his cock pops past the tight ring of muscle. It punches the breath from Dabi’ lungs and pins him there, unable to focus on anything but the way Hawks moves inside him, inch by careful inch, the fullness, pulling back only to press a little deeper. He has no idea how long it takes until Hawks is fully sheathed inside him, losing all sense of time and even where he is, until he feels the brush of the hair at the base of Hawks's cock against his ass.
A broken sound spills from his lips, his throat going tight. Hawks starts to move again but Dabi slaps at him.
“Fucking shit birdy! I can’t breathe.” It’s like Hawks’s cock has taken up the space he needs for his lungs to expand for breath and the stifling heat in the room only works against him.
“Shhh,” Hawks coos at his ear, pressing his chest to Dabi’ back and a hand sliding to the top of his stomach. Hawks breathes deeply into his ear and Dabi follows the rhythm of his expanding chest at his back, the breath juddering back out of him on the exhale. The window is almost completely fogged at this point, the gold pinpricks of Hawk’s eyes cloudy in the dulled reflection.
They breathe together, and then Hawks is drawing his hips back and sliding back in deep and Dabi’ eyes glaze over.
“Hawks." Even Dabi can hear how reverent he sounds, like having Hawk’s cock inside him is a religious experience.
“So good for me, Dabi. Good boy.”
Dabi squirms. How the fuck is he supposed to cope with Hawks saying shit like that? The comment has Dabi’s skin flushing impossibly hotter, his now pink dusted skin contrasting against the burnt skin. The praise has Dabi arching his back, lifting his ass to give Hawks better access, revelling in the slide and stretch with the slowly increasing strength of Hawks’s thrusts. He loses himself in the movements, in the bounce of his heavy cock between his thighs, in and out, his laboured breaths rasping in his ears.
“That’s it, baby,” Hawks whispers, his fingers tweaking Dabi’ tight nipples and pulling slightly at the piercings, Dabi gasps. His eyes flutter open where they’d fallen shut without him noticing, realising that it’s not Hawks moving right now. It’s him. Hawk’s hands might be playing with his nipples but his hips are practically still, holding himself in place as Dabi rolls his hips back and fucks himself on Hawk’s cock, while Hawks just stands there and watches intently. Dabi’ hips stutter. How long has this been going on? What must he look like, moaning and writhing, totally gone on the feel of Hawks’s cock inside him? His cheeks burn, and Hawks’s arms come around him, tightening.
“Easy baby. Don't stop, good boy.” Hawks’s hips rock again, coaxing Dabi to continue, but that endearment keeps playing in his mind over and over, the sudden tenderness making his head spin. He’s barely able to make a mental note with the sudden realisation that he may just have a praise kink. Let's not look too closely into that.
“Hawks, I-I can’t—”
“Yes, you can, Dabi. Just do what makes you feel good. Do what you imagined.”
Dabi pushes himself back again hearing the small happy, proud chirp, meeting all of Hawk's thrusts, their combined effort making the movements harder, more powerful. After not even a minute, Dabi’s entire body quivers, his knees going weak, head starting to go fuzzy.
“Pretty Bird, I—” he tries again, and this time, Hawks must sense he’s reached his limit.
A few feathers hook behind his right knee and lifts it up as high as it will go. Dabi cries out feeling the pull in his stitches, hands scrabbling at the glass again as he's spread wide, pulled up onto his tiptoes on his one foot still on the floor and sinking what feels like another two inches down Hawk's cock.
One hand ends up braced against the top of the window frame, the other reaching back to clutch at the back of Hawk’s neck. He can’t do anything in this position but relax into Hawks immovable strength and take it, take every inch of Hawks making a space inside him, let himself be used. His jaw is slack, no strength to keep it closed and bite down on a rising string of ah’s, yes, there, fuck, getting punched out of him with every thrust. Hawks rumbles and just fucks him harder, making Dabi’s eyes roll back. He needs something more to hold on to, his hand still on the window frame reaching back to grab at Hawks too, tangling in his hair.
He’s so exposed like this, the position of his arms making his back arch, cock jutting out so it starts to hit the window again barely registering the noise as the piercings clinking against the glass. Then Hawk's hand wraps around his cock and Dabi knows it’s just seconds until this will all be over.
One, two, three strokes and his body goes taut like a bowstring. He jerks in Hawk’s grip with a sob, fucking forward into his fist and back onto his cock as every single spurt of his come streaks against the window.
Hawks makes what sounds like a screech, frantic, his hips jerking erratically until he’s slamming inside one last time.
Dabi’s eyes glaze over on a keening whine, his cock dribbling out another pulse of come at the sensation of heat flooding inside him. Hawk’s come. Hawk’s inflated load of come.
“Oh, fuck.” he groans.
Hawks calls out a high pitched shrill screech, then one continuous sound rumbling in his chest as he circles his hips and keeps coming, lifting Dabi knee impossibly higher, like he’s trying to pump him full off every last drop as deep as he can possibly get it.
Dabi’ neck goes limp and drops his head back on Hawks’s shoulder, trying and failing to catch his breath while his vision swims. Hawks nips him again, nibbling softly at his neck and hairline.
Something tickles the inside of his thigh, and he manages to lift his head to stare. Hawks’ come is oozing out around the base of his cock where he’s still deep inside, a rivulet trickling down his leg still on the ground.
“Shit.” he says this time in a rough whisper.
With one last grind of his hips, Hawks lowers Dabi’s other leg back down and then lifts him up to carry him to the bed, still connected.
He doesn’t think any explanation Hawks gives could make sense of what just happened between them. What made Hawks appear in his room? What had him so riled up, a strange quirk? Dabi fucking prays this wasn’t some crazy fuck or die situation, that Hawks really was in control of his faculties. Even as a villain he still has some morals and limits.
Hawks lays them down gently, Dabi facing the wall with Hawks pressed all along his back, still inside him but going down. He doesn’t even want to know what his sheets are going to look like in the morning. His lower back twinges and he won’t be surprised if he wakes up to a permanent kink in it after the way he’d been arched for the past who knows how long. He doesn’t want to acknowledge what his body looks like now; he’s probably bleeding where he’s popped more than a few staples.
“Sleep.” Hawks coos, and Dabi is too exhausted to do anything else.
*
When he wakes up, the room is flooded by the very early grey-blue light of dawn. Hawks is on his feet, standing at the window in all his naked glory and Dabi takes a moment to appreciate the magnificent ass he didn’t get to see last night. He marvels that Hawks is still even here. He would have expected him to have slipped out while Dabi was still sleeping, leaving him to march over to Hawk’s apartment and force answers out of him somehow.
He looks softer in the dawn light, a sharp contrast to how he’d been yesterday afternoon. Less animalistic and predatory. Back to the regular playful number 2 hero golden boy.
Hawks opens the window a few inches, finally letting in a welcome cool breeze that causes his ruby feathers to sway and flutter. It looks like the heat of the past few days has finally broken.
I could feel you all over town.
“Fuck and run Birdy?” Dabi asks, voice low, gravely and quiet in the hush. Hawks is still naked but Dabi is expecting him to jump and gather his clothes and hop out of the window he’s just opened, to not even look at him when he’s realised whats happened. Hawks comes back to the bed instead, climbing on with him and gathering him into his arms.
A car rumbles a few streets over, birds singing, most of the surrounding neighbourhood still asleep. He hasn’t heard or seen anything of the league either.
Dabi swallows dryly, feeling slightly strange at this turn of events, “So, what was that?” He hates how fragile he sounds, how unsure. What happened last night was confusing to say the least.
Hawks is quiet for a moment, his voice grave when he speaks. “A mistake.”
Dabi’ body jerks like he’s been stabbed right through the chest, and he slaps at Hawk’s torso, shoving, rearing up in a sudden bout of fury, like he can’t stand to feel Hawks’ touch against his skin, wants him out of here. He’s had his fair share of one-night stands but this hurts more than he thought it would.
Hawks grabs at his hands ignoring the overly hot to the touch skin, anguish on his face as they finally look at each other. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“The fuck did you mean?” Dabi’s voice has gone embarrassingly thick. The prick of sensation in his eyes that would water if he still had tear ducts as that initial stab turns to a miserable ache.
“It’s you.You drive me crazy.”
Dabi stares back at him, full of suspicion. Seconds away from just igniting his quirk.
“I would have chased and caught you last night no matter where you ran. All this time I—I’ve been holding back. I’ve been so careful.” He rubs a hand down his face, pulling at his hair in frustration. “I’ve been feeling you all over town, my feathers know you, know how you feel, could pick you out in a city this size, they were practically vibrating. Always pulling me in your direction. My instincts were screaming and taking me to you.” He bites out a self-deprecating laugh. “I couldn't take fighting it anymore. I let them.”
Dabi was trembling, every word out of Hawks’s mouth, too much to take in. “Holding back, why?”
“Urg. Well, we both know that quirks aren't perfect hot stuff, they all come with downsides.” Hawks left the ‘you most of all’ unsaid between them. “And... well, it's spring.” Hawks shrugged.
“I’m sorry, what?” Dabi stutters his brain struggling to put the pieces together.
Hawks avoids his gaze, like he’s said too much a pretty blush across his cheekbones. “We didn’t know each other last spring. I don’t get involved with anyone for a reason. Keeping you at arm’s length was easier but clearly that didn’t work out.”
“Hawks spit it out!” He snapped, losing his patience. The blush darkens covering Hawks cheeks and feathers twitched restlessly against the bed fluffing up and then relaxing repeatedly.
“Mating season. Red-tailed hawks mate in spring. Spring for me is when the more animal instincts from my quirk are the hardest to control. The need to mate has never been so strong that I had to actively seek someone out. They’ve been there, just more of an annoyance than anything. But I couldn’t ignore them when every part of my instincts here screaming at me to find you. Mate you. Claim you.”
Dabi had always thought Hawks couldn’t stand him in the beginning until it became a grudging tolerance of Dabi’s unavoidable presence in his life. Hawks’ way into becoming part of the league of villains. However, that never explained how he’d always turn to Dabi whenever he needed help or how he’d not so secretly always put protecting Dabi above his own wellbeing. Even if that meant getting a few feathers singed in the process.
Dabi looks down at Hawk's arms around him now. “I can't- no I don't go back to that. What we had at the start. Before us.” Hawks mumbles into Dabi’s abdomen. Dabi draws him closer like he's suddenly scared Hawks will thrust him back to arm’s length and keep him there, keeping his eyes on Hawk's face like this whole thing might slip through his fingers.
Dabi laughs darkly. “And you think I can?” Hawk's face softens as he looks up at Dabi hovering over him, and then his fingers are grazing his cheek and his lips are brushing Dabi’s own. It’s gentle, soft, and tentative, in such stark contrast to the lust of last night and it steals Dabi’s breath. He’s never done soft and gentle. Until Hawks.
He ends up on his back, Hawks lazily coaxing his mouth open with his tongue and Dabi gladly lets him in.
“Can I taste you?” Hawks breathes into the kiss, and Dabi is thinking he already is until Hawks’s fingers loosely grasp his erection.
"What are you waiting for pretty bird?" he gasps out, unable to close his mouth as he watches Hawks descend his body.
In a few strokes of Hawk’s hand, he’s at full hardness, and then Hawk’s tongue is darting out to lap at the head tracing those shiny piercings. Dabi is soon a moaning mess of limbs, fingers clamped over his mouth, a knuckle between his teeth.
He’s torn between wanting to watch every single moment of this and being unable to support his head, the soft, wet ring of Hawks’s lips an almost hypnotic drag up and down, the gentle suction curling his toes and sending warmth shivering under his skin.
Hawks is quiet as he explores Dabi cock, finds out what makes him whine (the barest graze of teeth), what makes his entire body vibrate like he’s being pumped with a thousand volts (digging the pointed tip of his tongue into his slit or under the head).
Dabi is gasping, conscious of the open window as he tries to contain his noises, but it soon grows to be too much.
“Hawks, I’m gonna—”
Hawks doesn’t stop, just keeps bobbing his head and working the base with his hand, and Dabi’s heaving breaths crescendo in a single cry as he comes down Hawks’s throat. Every tensed muscle goes limp, head packed with cotton wool as his ears start to ring.
He gulps down air like he’d been drowning, blinking hard, only coming back to himself when Hawks chirps and starts climbing up his body. He starts to reach for Hawks’s cock, eager to return the favour, but Hawks is still soft. Hawks' lips twitch with amusement at whatever expression is on Dabi’s face.
“Hng.”
Hawks pulls back to stare at him with a raised eyebrow, and maybe the beginnings of a blush in his cheeks. “Do you really like the idea of my come that much?”
Dabi winces knowing his natural skin will be blushed pink. “Maybe?”
Hawk’s eyes glitter in the low light. “Then I’ll make sure not to waste a drop from now on.”
“Fuck.” Dabi groans at the promise, going boneless, much to Hawks’s amusement. This is going to happen again. Many many many times.
He turns his face away, needing to breathe, and looks at the window instead. The light slanting in is starting to turn golden with the rising sun.
“I can’t believe you fucked me against the window.” He groans, rubbing at his face. “What if someone saw? That would look great in the papers. Number 2 Hero caught fucking a villain.”
“Yeah, that was another mistake,” Hawks agrees, wryly. “We might have a problem if some little old busybody across the street saw me pounding into you. I mean even if it's practically dead around here you can't be too careful.”
Dabi’ mouth goes dry. Pounding is exactly what Hawks had been doing, splitting him open, so fucking deep.
Hawks’s nostrils flare and wings open and close reflexively at a scent he must catch and he rubs a hand over his face. “Dabi.”
“What?” he asks, smirking.
“You can’t keep getting like that when I can’t take care of you properly.”
“You took care of me pretty well with your mouth just now,” he points out with a shit-eating grin. He walks two fingers teasingly up Hawk’s bare chest, aiming for nonchalance. “Do you have any idea when you will be able to take care of me ‘properly’?”
Hawks tilts his head down to stare between his legs with a frown like he’s willing himself to get hard. He heaves a sigh and drops his head to Dabi’ shoulder in defeat.
Dabi laughs, feeling lighter than air. “You really want me that much?”
Hawks lifts his head to look at him. “I always want you,” he says flatly. “And now I get to have you, I can’t have you how I want.” He shakes his head. “Do you have any idea how close I got to breaking in here that time I heard you moan my name?” he asks, and Dabi’ brain short-circuits. “You were so wet. I could hear it. I could have just gotten behind you and slid straight in before you even realised I was in the room.”
Dabi's turquoise eyes glaze over at that thought, that image, the way his mouth would have dropped open, eyes rolling back as that entire length sheathed inside him. Dabi whines. “I wouldn’t have stopped you.”
“You wouldn’t have been able to.”
Dabi’ heart skips a beat at that, Hawks’s gaze flickering down to his chest, and he shakes his head. “No sense of danger,” he huffs. “I could have hurt you.”
Dabi rolls his eyes. “I doubt it but you didn’t. You didn’t come in and you didn’t force yourself on me, I never said no. Ever the hero. I don’t normally say sappy shit but you made sure I was ready and went slow and even stopped to help me breathe even though you probably wanted nothing more than to start pounding away.” Hawks’s lips twitch at that, ducking his head. “I fucking hate it but I trust you. If you knew you were in any danger of hurting me, I know you’d stop. If not, I would have lit this place on fire.” He reaches up to tilt Hawk’s face back up so he’s looking at him, stroking his cheek, frowning. “Give us both more credit.”
Hawk’s stares back at him, for some reason looking kind of amazed. He takes Dabi’s hand and kisses his fingertips, reverently.
Dabi groans, watching each press of Hawk’s lips. “I was worried that—I don’t know. That you weren’t in control of yourself because your dumb ass got hit by a stupid quirk. I may be a villain but we still have some morals and lines we don’t even cross, I thought that maybe I should have stopped you.”
“Like I said,” Hawks sighs, “You wouldn’t have been able to. Save for blowing the building up with me in it.” He strokes Dabi’s cheek, mindful of the staples. “But no. No stray quirks. Just my own lust and stupid mating instincts.”
That word makes Dabi’s stomach swoop, a feeling he hasn’t felt in years. How could he possibly be responsible for any sort of lust in anyone, let alone Hawks? He turns his head to kiss Hawk’s fingertips just as he’d done to him and Hawks smiles, small and shy. He presses one gentle kiss to Dabi’s lips before rolling off of him and climbing from the bed.
“Come on. You need to get ready, and I need to get out of here before the commission starts looking for me.”
Dabi groans, stretching out to the full length of the bed in a mini tantrum. How is he supposed to walk after what happened last night? He also needs to shower, urgently.
He reaches out with his leg to nudge at Hawk's ass with his foot where he’s locating his boxers on the floor beside the bed.
“You’re not leaving yet. You’re cleaning up your mess!” he orders.
Dabi’s now dry come is still streaking the window and he doesn’t want to look at the carpet, let alone the state of his bedsheets. Hawks huffs a laugh, sitting heavily on the edge of the mattress to cast his gaze about the room at the damage. Dabi spots his t-shirt on the floor, completely shredded. So that’s how Hawks got it off without him realising. The resulting situation was so great he can’t muster any annoyance over it.
“I’m gonna need to leave my window open all day.”
Hawks’s eyelids flutter shut as he takes a deep breath through his nose like he’s savouring the smell of the two of them together. Hawks and Dabi. Dabi and Hawks. It’s going to take a while for it to sink in that that’s maybe kind of a thing now.
He slaps Hawks on the chest to hide how pleased it makes him. “You sick freak.”
Hawks laughs, opening his eyes to look down at him, amber and gold shining in the light of the sun now starting to beam in through the windows. His smile is carefree and happy in a way Dabi doesn’t think he’s ever seen before. He knows for sure that it's not the fake one he plasters on in front of the cameras. It makes Dabi’ heart do something funny in his chest, and he knows this isn’t something he can ignore. He swallows hard, nerves coiling in his gut as he prepares to speak.
“Last night, you said you wanted to show everyone that I’m yours. As in—?”
“As in, we date and go out to eat and spend time together and see where it goes from there. Obviously in somewhat secrecy given its us but you get the point.”
Dabi knows fuck all about the mating habits of birds, but he knows Hawks is trying to protect them. Giving them a chance in this fucked up world. Right now, there is nothing but the two of them. No war, no league, no commission. He feels happy and thinks about what it's like to be in love, he doesn’t tell Hawks that though. Not yet.
Dabi cups his cheek instead, sweeping his thumb along the line of a cut on his cheekbone. He kisses him carefully, chastely, just once.
“Fuck it. Okay.” It might sound like an agreement, but Dabi means it as a promise. From the look of wonder on Hawk’s face, Dabi knows he understands.