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He wore his nicest suit for the occasion.
It had been made for an awards gala, and was tailored, as all of his suits had were, sleek and black, fitted across his chest and shoulders, and paired with a deep red tie.
It had started a week ago, when he’d received a black envelope in the mail. It had contained a small key, a card, and a number of questionable photographs, and Enji would have discarded them without a second thought but for one of the pictures.
He’d flipped through most of them, impassive, barely glancing at photo after photo of glossy, borderline pornography. The women were clothed, but barely, and the pictures always stopped short of depicting a sexual act. It was nothing at all which interested Enji, and he had very nearly tipped the entire envelope into the garbage when he reached the final photo.
It was different from the others. There were no women, just a pair of men, one straddling the other’s lap. Enji had moved to discard it on the desk, as he had the rest of the photographs, but he could not seem to let go.
It was more than just the two men. It was the way they were posed, the clothes they were wearing. The man in the chair was big, broad, and dressed impeccably, his hand huge against the back of the man in his lap. It was to that man that Enji’s attention was drawn. The strong, slender sweep of his spine, the narrow tightness of his waist. The only thing he wore was a pair of black lace panties which cupped his perfect ass, and Enji realized with a start that he had been stroking the picture, his broad thumb tracing the man’s spine.
Finally, he’d slammed it down on the desk, furious with himself but unable to deny the curiosity that had risen up inside him. He’d glanced at the business card, seen an address, a date and a time. After a moment’s struggle, he’d sent his sidekicks out to check on the address and when they’d returned, reporting that it led only to a locked door in an alleyway, Enji had understood.
There were clubs scattered throughout the city, members only affairs where the rich and powerful could go to indulge proclivities better kept private. Enji had never entertained the thought of joining one, and he should not have been entertaining it then, but his thoughts had continued to circle back to the photograph and the two men in it, and so he found himself standing outside the simple door on the date and time listed on the card.
The alley was empty when he arrived, but the key turned in the lock and Enji stepped into a dimly lit antechamber. It was tastefully but sparsely decorated, with a beautifully made rug on the dark wood floor and a large desk at the other end of the room next to another door.
Frowning, Enji crossed the room, glanced down at the desk. There was a simple domino mask lying on it and a notecard which read, “Welcome. Please keep your mask on at all times. Anonymity is very important to us. You do not know them and they do not know you.”
Enji stared at the card for a long moment, debating. This was the point of no return, and his fingers hovered over the mask, tracing its contours without touching it. Finally, before he could second guess himself further, he snatched up the mask and secured it as he walked through the door and into the club itself.
It was a large room and dimly lit, and Enji paused, letting the door close behind him. There were figures moving through the dark, a bar and couches and flashing lights. He thought he saw a stage, where indistinct outlines gyrated to thumping bass rhythms. What the hell had he been thinking, coming here? He knew, of course, and his mind treacherously reminded him of the photograph, superimposing in flashes the image of Hawks in place of the young, slender man whose pale, arching back had so captured Enji’s attention.
Full of misgivings, Enji made his way through the crowds towards the bar on one end of the room. He settled on a stool and gestured for a drink, then twisted on the barstool, eyes scanning the room, skipping across familiar silhouettes, faces that he recognized even under their masks. He recalled the admonishment that everyone here was anonymous and, as the minutes ticked by without anyone pointing and shouting that the Number One hero had come to a sleazy sex bar, Enji felt some of the tension begin to relax from his neck and shoulders.
He sipped the whiskey, nodded to a few people as they passed. It wasn’t a trap, and for that he was glad, but he was beginning to think that this had all been a mistake. He could not imagine approaching anyone, rendering this entire evening an absolute waste of time. And then he saw it, a flash of red.
He looked towards it automatically, mentally cursing himself for being such a fool. It was just some woman in a dress, he was sure, or a glimpse of some man’s necktie. Nothing worth getting his hopes up, though the thought of Hawks in a place like this, so slim and lovely, was tantalizing in a way that Enji had rarely experienced. He thought of the young hero’s soft golden hair and his warm golden eyes, the way his smile slanted teasingly whenever he looked up at Enji. There was mockery there, yes, but beneath it was such warm regard, such tenderness…
There, again, red shone in the sudden illumination from the flashing lights and all the blood drained from Enji’s face. Those were feathers, crimson and glossy, and that was the graceful arch of a gorgeous wing. He had wanted to touch them so badly, had almost reached out and dragged his fingers along them so many times. Those wings had haunted him, driven him to push himself past his limit in training if only so that he could fall into bed, so exhausted that his dreams had no chance to catch up to him.
Enji slammed the whiskey back and left the glass on the bar. He shouldn’t be doing this. The rules of the club were very simple but they seemed fairly strict. Everyone was supposed to be anonymous. He was not supposed to acknowledge that he knew any of them. But he saw it again, red across the room, and he could not stop his feet from carrying him there.
Hawks was on a couch, bare chested, his narrow hips wrapped snugly in black leather pants. There was someone beneath him, long fingers resting on the small of his back, and Enji’s fingers clenched so hard that his knuckles cracked. Hawks leaned down, whispered something into the other man’s ear, and Enji caught sight of a swoop of blond hair and he almost laughed. Was Hawks really about to fuck Best Jeanist? Ridiculous.
Hawks tossed his hair and laughed, twisting to preen for the slim man, and his golden eyes met Enji’s glowering blue ones. He stopped short, a stricken expression on what Enji could see of his face, and Enji’s momentum through the club slowed. Did Hawks not want to see him here? Had he misread their interactions entirely?
He stopped as Hawks leaned down again, whispered something to Jeanist. The Number Three hero glanced at Enji, his eyes cold behind his black mask. He waved a long, pale hand, the tips of his fingers dragging along Hawks’s lower lip, and then Hawks was off the couch and hurrying through the crowds, arms outstretched to ward Enji away.
A snarl twisted Enji’s lips and he started to turn. This entire night had been an exercise in futility and frustration. He had finally acknowledged his attraction to Hawks, finally resolved to do something about it, and now the infuriating boy was not only here with someone else, but he had abandoned his companion to make sure that Enji did not disturb them.
Hawks reached him before he could fully turn away and Enji stumbled back a little, baffled by the sudden warm weight against his chest. Fingers locked around his neck, red wings curved up and forward to screen them from sight as Hawks pulled himself up Enji’s chest, his eyes hot like liquid gold behind his mask. A surge of lust stabbed through Enji’s guts and he reached down without thinking, one thick arm slipping beneath Hawks’s narrow hips to hold him close.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” Hawks sighed, and his lips were so close, his breath so warm against Enji’s mouth.
“You sent me the key,” Enji said, and it was not a question.
“Yeah, I did.” Their lips brushed, just the barest of touches, but it was electric, and Enji shuddered. Hawks was so small against him, so slim and light and eager, and arousal was beginning to pool in Enji’s belly, a heavy heat that made it difficult to think straight. “I should have just asked, but…”
Enji cut him off, crushing his mouth down against Hawks’, his tongue delving deep. Hawks moaned eagerly and the sound seemed to echo in Enji’s mouth. Guilt rose up in him, a dark weight that threatened to rob him of the pleasure of finally having Hawks in his arms. He tried to shake it off, tried to focus only on the way Hawks moved against him, the sweet, dry scent of his feathers, the plush warmth of his mouth.
He pulled back, met Hawks’ gaze. The young hero’s lips were swollen and flushed, his pupils so dilated that Enji could barely see his golden irises. Slowly, Hawks lowered himself back to the ground, laughing a little breathlessly.
“Wow, Number One,” he teased. “You really know how to make a boy feel special.”
Enji made a noncommittal noise and looked around for an escape. This had been a bad idea. He had never actually expected Hawks to be here, had never considered the implications if he was. All of his little fantasies had been just that - fantasies, never meant to be acted upon or even examined except in the most cursory of ways. Now that he was here, with Hawks in his arms, the guilt and shame and fear of being caught were much more real than the promise that shone in Hawks’ eyes.
“There are rooms towards the back of the club,” Hawks said, crowding up against Enji’s chest. Slim fingers laced with Enji’s own thick ones, and he realized that Hawks had mistaken his desire to leave with the desire for privacy.
He started to speak, but Hawks was already moving, tugging at his hand, and Enji allowed himself to be lead. Better to tell the boy that he wasn’t interested in the privacy of a room. He knew there were people at this place that recognized him, but he hoped that if he made a quiet exit, they would forget all about it. A confrontation with Hawks in the middle of the club could be… problematic.
Hawks led him to the back of the club and through a wooden doorway. There was a short hallway there filled with doors, and Hawks snatched a key off of a pegboard and made a beeline for one of the doors, unlocking it eagerly. The room itself was small, most of its floorspace dominated by a huge bed.
Hawks threw himself onto it, practically vibrating with nervous excitement. Lust flared in Enji’s belly, a bright fire that momentarily banished the oppressive guilt he was feeling. What would it hurt to fuck Hawks just this once? He was gorgeous, so slim and sweet and eager. Enji’s fingers itched to touch him and, indulging himself for once, he reached out and traced the tip of his finger along Hawks’ smooth cheek. Hawks leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering closed, and Enji felt him trembling slightly.
“Hawks,” he murmured. “This isn’t wise.”
Hawks turned, nuzzling his soft cheek against Enji’s palm, and Enji had to push down the urge to slide his hand back and grip Hawks by the hair. How many times had he imagined pushing Hawks to his knees, fingers fisted tight in his messy blond hair, watching as Hawks’ mouth opened eagerly?
“I know,” Hawks said, laughing, breathless. He turned, kissed Enji’s wrist, and even the light touch of his fingertips on the back of Enji’s hand was shaky. Enji realized with a jolt that Hawks, this cocky, teasing, sly boy that had so effortlessly invaded his fantasies, was nervous and, paradoxically, that gave Enji more confidence.
“Look, I get it if you don’t want to,” Hawks continued, dropping his hand and turning away. “It’s… a lot. I’ve just always wanted to, and…” He shrugged, looked up at Enji from the corner of his eye. His smile was sheepish, his cheeks bright pink, and Enji remembered with a pang of guilt just how young Hawks was. Hawks saw his expression change and flushed brighter.
“This was a mistake, I’m sorry,” he said, standing and pushing past Enji. It would have been wiser to let him go, but Enji saw the flash of humiliation in Hawks’ eyes, the tight lines of pain around his mouth, and he put out an arm to catch him.
“Don’t go.” It seemed inadequate but they were the only words that he could muster. Hawks stopped, eyes fixed on the ground, and Enji wrapped his outstretched arm around Hawks’ waist, pulling him close.
“You sure?” Hawks asked, a slight, uncertain smile teasing at the corners of his mouth. In response, Enji tightened his grip, pulled Hawks closer against him. The young hero’s breath hitched and he turned his face up, lips parting in an invitation that Enji eagerly accepted. His tongue pressed deep into Hawks’ mouth and he swallowed the moan that followed it, hand sliding up Hawks’ spine to bend him gently backwards.
When they broke apart, Hawks was flushed and eager once again, his eyes bright, fingers clutching the lapels of Enji’s suit. “Damn, Number One,” he teased, breathless. Enji, for whom the kiss had been more of a happy accident than a deliberate seduction, grunted and released Hawks.
“Man of few words, huh?” Hawks said, settling on the bed and crossing his legs. He was trying desperately to project a casual, unaffected demeanor but Enji could see the lingering nerves in the way he held himself, the stiffness of his shoulders and the brittleness of his smile. “That’s fine, I can talk enough for both of us.”
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Enji said, unbuttoning his suit jacket and carefully draping it over the back of a chair. “Take your clothes off.”
Hawks made a soft noise in the back of his throat and obediently began to undress, carefully folding his clothes as he continued to speak. “I’m into pretty much anything you wanna do rough sex-wise,” he said, and Enji frowned at him. “You know, holding me down, tying me up, biting, spanking, hair pulling.” He smiled, winked. “Wing pulling...”
Hawks paused, glancing at Enji expectantly. He was stripped down to his underwear now, tight low slung briefs that hugged the outline of his ass and strained to contain his erection. Enji couldn’t tear his eyes away from it, imagined cupping it, drawing it out, taking it in his mouth, jacking it as he fucked Hawks from behind, all of the images swirling in a heady, confusing mix inside his head.
He stepped forward, pressing a broad hand to the small of Hawks’ back and pulling him close. Enji had shed all but his pants, and Hawks’ eyes darted eagerly, drinking in the sight of his bare chest, his broad shoulders.
Hawks pressed against him, a worshipful light in those golden eyes, and Enji’s cock ached as slender fingers brushed his chest, skimming over his nipples and sending shocks of pleasure through his body. For the first time he found himself craving sex, needing to experience the ecstasy of release.
“Anyway,” Hawks said, smiling up at him, “my safeword is silver.” He seemed to be waiting for something, some response from Enji, and they stood for a moment in silence, pressed against each other as Enji slowly realized what was happening.
The pictures that he’d received had displayed heavy overtones of BDSM, about which Enji knew little, though even he was familiar with the notion of safewords. Hawks had brought him here, to this room, with the end goal of initiating a sexual encounter with him, and Enji had intended to bluff his way through it, following Hawks’ lead.
For a long moment, Enji warred with himself. Did he tell Hawks that this was his first time with another man? That skirted dangerously close to admitting weakness, and he had already compromised so much by even coming here. But there was such trust, such foolish admiration shining in Hawks’ eyes that Enji felt a pang of guilt for even contemplating lying to him. He had never experienced this sort of regard before; of course he had his fans, but they all seemed disposed to admire him for his brutal approach to dispatching villains. Hawks was the only person that Enji had ever met who expected something more of him, who truly believed that Enji could be better than he was.
“Wait,” he said, shifting back a little. Hawks’ eyes widened momentarily and then his usual gently sardonic smile slid into place. For a moment, Enji felt the urge to slap it off of his face, but he recognized it for what it was; Hawks had already showed Enji so much of himself, and the smile was an attempt to recover some of his usual armor.
“Before we do this, you need to know,” Enji said, gruff, unable to look Hawks in the eye, “I’ve never done...this. Any of this.”
“Oh,” said Hawks, and then again. “Oh!” His smile eased back into brilliance and he sidled close again, dragging his finger up Enji’s arm. There was a brightness in his eyes now, an eagerness that seemed almost to devour Enji and suddenly he thought he must know how it felt to be consumed by his own flames.
“I’m going to be the first man you fuck?” Hawks stepped forward again and Enji found himself taking an involuntary step back. Hawks smiled, predatory, and Enji’s cock twitched eagerly.
“Yes,” he said, stepping back again as Hawks crowded close. He realized he was being herded and allowed it to happen, moving away from Hawks until his legs struck the edge of the bed. He sat heavily, tipped his head back to gaze up at Hawks.
Hawks smiled, arching his back, stopping just short of the bed. His thumbs hooked in the waistband of his briefs, pulling them down teasingly until Enji could see the base of his cock. Enji growled almost without realizing it and reached out but before he could touch, Hawks slapped his hand away.
“No!” he snapped, though the playful smile did not leave his face. “You don’t touch. You just watch.”
Astonished, Enji withdrew his hand. He had never in his life been spoken to in that way, never had his hand smacked as though he were a misbehaving child. He kept waiting for the anger to rise up in him but the only thing he felt was overwhelming desire. Hawks rocked back on his heels, winked as he slid the briefs slowly down off of his hips.
There was a soft groan and Enji was surprised to realize that it had come from him. Hawks’ cock was perfect, long and thick enough to be a mouthful, exactly the right size to fit neatly in Enji’s fist. Its tip was rosy and beaded with precome and Enji leaned forward, so eager to touch the pale skin that had haunted his fantasies. Still, he remembered Hawks’ admonishment and he kept his hands to himself.
Hawks reached down and began to slowly stroke himself, his wings spreading behind him. The feathers rattled softly as he moaned, tipping his head back to expose his long neck. Enji thought about how that tender flesh would feel under his mouth, between his teeth, and he reached down to palm his own cock, now fully hard and aching.
“Why don’t you get that fat cock out for me,” Hawks purred. Cock still in hand, he moved to the bedside table to peruse the selection of lube. “I wanna know how many fingers to use when I stretch myself.”
Enji bit back another moan as he slipped out of his own underwear. His cock, freed from its prison, bobbed between his legs, thick and heavy and long, and Hawks stared at it with an avid light in his golden eyes. The look on his face restored some of Enji’s equilibrium and he smiled wolfishly, wrapping his fingers around his shaft and stroking slowly.
“Is it just like you imagined, boy?” he teased, his voice a low growl. The blush that rose in Hawks’ cheeks was confirmation enough that he was correct, and he watched as Hawks turned back to the lube, eagerly snatching up a bottle.
“I’ve always wanted to taste it,” he whispered, slowly dropping to his knees. Enji’s mouth went dry at the sight of him there, his beautiful wings curving forward. His lips parted and Enji sucked in a quick breath and then the head of his cock was enveloped in velvety wetness and he lost the ability to process conscious thought.
Hawks’ mouth was perfectly tight and seemingly endless. He moaned as his lips slid down Enji’s thick shaft, stretching to accommodate the width of it. They locked gazes as he took more and more, inch by inch, until his lips sealed around the base of Enji’s cock and his eyes drifted shut. Slowly, carefully, Enji began to roll his hips, his huge hand cupping the back of Hawks’ head, fingers weaving through soft blond hair.
The push and pull between the sweet suction of Hawks’ mouth and the slow rocking of Enji’s hips was hypnotic, and Enji soon found himself in a daze of pleasure and lust. It felt as though they had always done this and simultaneously that it was the first sensation that Enji had ever experienced. Sex for him had always been a necessity, almost a chore, but Enji never wanted this to stop, never wanted to not feel the hot waves of pleasure that chased through his body with every pass of Hawks’ lips.
And then the sensation changed suddenly and Enji realized that Hawks was moaning, fucking two fingers in and out of his own ass, and the ecstasy building in Enji’s belly took on a new dimension. His fingers tightened in Hawks’ hair and he pulled him forward, forcing his cock hard down the young hero’s throat. Hawks gagged at the sudden movement, eyes flying open, and the wild lust there was all the permission that Enji needed to keep going.
His grip was firm now, his movements sure as he fucked deep into Hawks’ throat. Saliva ran down Hawks’ chin and he stared up at Enji, worshipful. “Good boy,” Enji said, his voice rough with need. He watched Hawks for another moment, pulling him in close so that his cock was fully in Hawks’ throat and only releasing him when Hawks began to gag and pull back.
Hawks laughed as he rocked back on his heels, hand rising to wipe the saliva from his chin. His cheeks were red, his eyes bright, and he moaned as he slipped his fingers out of himself and lifted them to stroke Enji’s spit-slick cock. “I’m gonna be talking funny for a while,” he teased, his voice raspy.
“Good,” Enji growled, stroking a thumb across Hawks’ swollen lips. “Want everyone to know I’ve been inside you.”
Hawks’ eyes opened wide and he breathed out a soft gust of air that sounded suspiciously like ‘fuck’. Before Enji had a chance to react, Hawks was on his feet, his wings snapping out to either side. There was a blur of red and then feathers slammed into Enji’s wrists, wrapping tight around them and forcing him back. He didn’t fight it, too shocked by the suddenness and too addled by his own lust, and he found himself on his back, arms pinned above him.
Then Hawks was astride his hips, breathless and flushed, his eyes hungry. “Is this okay?” he asked. His hands trembled against Enji’s chest.
“Yes,” Enji breathed. “Please.” This was not what he’d expected. He had wanted to own Hawks, to hold him down and fuck him and make him scream, and now he was the one on his back, he was the one who was helpless and desperate.
Hawks moaned, reached behind him to grip Enji’s slick cock. He rolled his hips as he rubbed the head against his tight hole and Enji could only watch as he pushed down, his mouth opening in a silent ‘o’ as the flared tip of Enji’s thick cock finally slid up inside him.
Enji closed his eyes tight as Hawks fucked himself down, the velvet heat of his ass engulfing Enji’s cock until he was fully seated and panting softly, his hands splayed desperately on Enji’s broad chest. They sat like that for a long moment, both of them adjusting to this new tangle of sensations, and then Hawks began to move and Enji was lost.
Pleasure crashed through him as Hawks rode his cock, his hips thrusting up in rhythm as he desperately sought the sweet tightness of Hawks’ ass. Enji, by virtue of his Quirk, had never been susceptible to heat, but the warmth of Hawks’ body seemed to scald him, burning away everything but the ecstasy building deep in his belly.
He lost track of all time, of all thought, of all sense. All he heard were the soft curses that fell from Hawks’ lips, all he tasted was the salt of his own sweat and and a lingering hint of sweetness from Hawks’ mouth. He was entirely lost, entirely subservient to the desires of the gorgeous boy in his lap.
As he grew closer and closer to the inevitability of his climax, Enji strained against the feathers that held him pinned to the bed. He wanted desperately to touch Hawks, to dig his fingers into the meat of the sweet ass that held him so tight.
“Hawks,” he snarled, the tendons in his neck standing out as he struggled to lift his arms. “Let me up.”
The pressure around his wrists lessened, and though the feathers did not fall away, he was able now to lift his arms, to sit up and wrap a massive arm around Hawks’ waist. Hawks cried out as he moved, as Enji lifted him, slammed him back down. The angle had changed, Hawks felt tighter now and Enji’s cock was plunging deeper with every thrust until their hips were slamming together with bruising intensity and Enji could feel himself tipping over the edge into the frantic heat of his own pleasure.
He came blindingly hard, hips jerking erratically as he spilled himself into Hawks’ perfect tight body. Ecstasy flooded through him, holding him tight in its grip; his teeth ground as his muscles seized and twitched. It was like nothing he’d ever felt before, pleasure so intense that it bordered on pain.
Warmth blossomed against his belly and he groaned as he felt Hawks tighten around him. It was almost too much, an impossible squeeze on his over sensitive cock, and he moaned, face pressed against Hawks’ neck, holding him close as Hawks whimpered and shuddered through his own orgasm.
Finally, it was over. Pleasure ebbed away, leaving only weariness and a strange regret in its wake. Enji held Hawks close, sweat cooling on his skin, and breathed in the smell of him, unwilling to end it. It felt like it had been coming for a long time, and also like this might be his only chance to experience it. But after a moment, Hawks sighed and shifted away, and Enji let him go, arranging his features into their usual scowl.
“Shit,” Hawks sighed, his mouth curling up in a dopey grin. “Sixteen year old Hawks would be so proud.”
Enji couldn’t help himself. A laugh burst from his lips, short and sharp, and he lifted Hawks off of his lap. Hawks laughed as well, stumbling as he stood, eyes warm as he shuffled across the room to fetch a towel. Enji watched him, the weight of his brooding already settling around his shoulders like a dark cloak.
Hawks chattered as he cleaned himself off, and Enji didn’t hear a single word of it. Feathers flew around the room, gathering Hawks clothes, and Enji watched, anticipating the strangeness of the solitude to follow. He didn’t realize that Hawks had addressed him until he felt a gentle tug on his wrists and looked down, surprised, at the feathers that still circled them.
“You spacing out on me, big guy?” Hawks teased. “I know my ass is good, but come on.”
“Stop,” Enji ordered, rolling his eyes. He caught the towel that Hawks threw and wiped himself off, watching as more feathers flew around the room, gathering his clothes and depositing them on the bed. He began to dress, trying hard to maintain his scowl. “What did you say?”
“I said I’ve got an apartment a few blocks away.” Enji’s head snapped up and he stared hard at Hawks, eyes narrowed. There was no mockery there, no pity, just warm, eager regard. “Do you wanna get out of here?”
And Enji, certain that he would regret it but unable to refuse, followed Hawks out of the room, red feathers still tightly circling his wrists.