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The Commission hadn't overlooked the key fact that Hawks’ designation was an omega.

They had an idea of his future designation from the medical records they had acquired early on when Hawks' family sold- or in other terms, transferred legal guardianship of their only child to them.

The Commission was prudent to bide their time on some of the trickier tactics they required Hawks to obtain to be the successful asset he would mold into, and when Hawks turned fifteen and presented early with his first heat, they were ready.

Pleased, even.

Hawks' discomfort and dissociation with his body's natural cycle was smoothed over by a surprising amount of careful talks, praise, and treats. His handlers awarded him extra TV time and even let him sleep past morning drills. It was a confusing shift, up until one of the handlers sat with Hawks and carefully explained what his presenting designation meant for the agency, and how pleased they were.

Omegas had a way with subterfuge that alphas did not. A beta would've been better in that they could soak in the scents of those around them and dismantle stressful situations, but an omega was better at charming and leading people to believe all sorts of false truths by hiding behind a pleasant scent and others' instinctual habits to protect.

Although not entirely rare, male omegas were as uncommon an anomaly as alpha females. With Hawks' special designation, he would be privileged to use additional resources to help him control his movements and learn how to manipulate those around him to his benefit.

Hawks had learned many of the basic techniques at a young age, but they would be sharpened into blades to use at his behest.

And Hawks did.

It was almost too easy for his natural tongue in cheek conversations to meld with what he desired. Manipulation, deflection, and innuendo all weaved a pretty tapestry for him to entangle in.

When he turned seventeen, additional courses were added to his benefit.

Additional lessons revealed to him the underground, inner workings of their community and how he could work over an alpha in a rut, or a beta going through a season that needed company to ground them. He even learned how to deceive other omegas to help them feel protected when his intentions could veer otherwise.

Hawks had learned many enviable tools to help him navigate his position, and he used them as needed. They blended from his missions to his real life, when a well-timed place of a hand on a shoulder made an alpha's pupils dilate from the exposure of his wrist scent gland, or when a pass of a tongue across his lips was all the suggestion a beta needed to come home with him.

Getting persuaded into modeling, surrounded with many types of people only helped him to practice and hone his skills to an art. Almost at a detriment to his abilities when the pickings became too easy, and Hawks, as he ended up with many of the tasks given to him by the Commission, grew bored.

Hawks liked people well enough, but he had a few types he favored.

Emotionally unavailable men.

Older men, preferably.

Large alphas who he could play like a fiddle while they thought they were 'dominating' him were an extra flavor of fun.

The Commission vehemently disapproved of his behavior, but Hawks had cultivated a few small pleasures in life for only his tastes. Not everything he did and said would be for the Commission's benefit, and if he wanted to get plowed by an over eager, nameless acquaintance, or finger fuck some hulking mass of a knothead, then he would when the mood struck him.

Sometimes though, the stars aligned, and Hawks was presented with an assignment with one particularly interesting alpha as his target.

Albeit it was an alpha in the way of their ultimate prize, a beta named Shigaraki Tomura whose quirk and motives made the Commission sit tall and serious in their seats, but Dabi was a unique case.

This case was deemed as his most important assignment he’d ever been handed.

The deal was: establish connection to Dabi through their liaison double agent, gain his trust, infiltrate the League of Villains, and cipher back information to help take them down from the inside out.

By any means necessary.

Any.

The words were clearer than ever, and it stirred something unnaturally despondent and unsure in the omega. He had never had such free reign to access all of the training he received, especially the bits that were deemed immoral and undoubtedly questionable. His file would remain sealed, and Hawks was granted future immunity to any crimes he might have to commit in order to get inside the League.

Though it went without saying that his immunity would only be as strong as the mission's success.

Figures they'd shove him towards an infamous fire user who was well known to incinerate people to death without so much as a blink.

Hawks had his work cut out for him.

"We stress again your keen observations of his dossier. This is perhaps the most important mission of your life, Hawks. If you fail, it could mean your life and the lives of the whole hero community and those we protect. This mission will need to be handled with the utmost skill and levity."

So no pressure.

None at all.

Hawks felt the shuddering amount of weight like a vice in his chest. He knew of Dabi. Would be stupid not to have paid attention to the rumors on the streets of how the pyromaniac left charred bodies in back alleyways as his own calling card.

The Blue Devil some folks called him.

And now Hawks was to be in those good graces.

His wings shuddered in dismay.

The hell kind of bone did life throw him?

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His first contact with Dabi had gone with a stifling scoff.

The winged omega wasn't burned to death outright, which was a win, but the alpha had been severely distrustful when they met feet apart to discuss the basic gist of Hawks wanting to join the League.

The first few attempts had been met with frustration, honestly, but Hawks stayed persistent and dedicated, even when it meant-

The blood on his hands could be washed off.

Money was expendable.

The crimes could be covered and repented for later.

Immunity . The Commission had stressed, though it felt a lot like turning the other cheek from justice.

Hawks played his part.

Steeled his nerves.

Would shove the crimes far down to process never if he could so help it.

Every pleased twist of Dabi's lips was a small victory and a step towards Hawks' achieving his good graces. He knew he was playing the long game. Knew he would be here for as long as Dabi's natural, distrustful nature allowed.

So when Dabi held up a small clear bag of powder and asked him, "You straight lace, or do you want to chill with me until we get the next order?" Hawks saw it as an abstract olive branch.

The omega shrugged indifferently.

He watched Dabi crush up the powder into a finer dust and arranged three lines with practiced ease. He snorted two in succession, then offered the small CD case and rolled bill to him. "C'mon, don't wuss out. It'll make the next hour better while we wait."

Hawks had experience with basic recreational drugs. They weren't something he partook in often or really enjoyed when he was working, but the Commission had exposed him to enough to know when it was safe or dangerous. Had allowed him to test many of their effects in a controlled environment so he could identify them expertly.

Hawks shrugged. "Weed is usually more my thing."

Dabi pressed some powder to his fingertip and held it out to the winged hero. "Try a little, live a little. Gum it, pretty boy."

It was better than taking a fat hit all together. Hawks eyed him and leaned forward.

Dabi's eyes were so clear and piercing up close that the blue of them only made the attempt to get lost in them more appealing. They watched him with surprise when Hawks took Dabi's wrist and guided it to his mouth. He sucked in the digit, rubbing it over the moisture of his gums to soak in the drug.

Dabi's eyes darkened, satisfied.

He hadn't expected the bird to take the bait.

The alpha rubbed his finger across his upper gums, traced the seam of his closed teeth. Hawks returned his gaze, a touch challenging now.

When Dabi pulled his finger away, he then pressed his finger to his own mouth. He chuckled and ducked to snort the last line on the old CD case. He took the residual power and offered it again to Hawks, who allowed him to run it into his mouth and over his gums like before.

The taste was sharp and metallic, but Hawks didn't flinch.

Dabi pressed his fingers in deeper, more suggestive of what was on his mind. Hawks moaned around the intrusion and relaxed his throat, even when the fingers started to go too deep. His stomach tightened in his effort not to gag.

Dabi released him.

"You've got a pretty mouth, dont’cha? I think I like you better when you're not talking and just takin my fingers so easy."

Hawks could feel the slight thrum of the chemical aftertaste making his body buzz into a focused air. It was muted and dull, but would grow while his body absorbed it into his blood stream.

Dabi kept his thumb on his chin. "You want to play, pretty thing? Or am I too gruesome for you to stomach." His staples pulled at his smile.

Hawks didn't find Dabi unattractive. He was handsome at the core.

The alpha certainly had the bad boy look going for him, and he was entirely, overwhelmingly, emotionally unavailab le (since he only seemed comfortable showing a few gears of emotion for Hawks to witness openly: lust for violence, cruelty, disinterest).

Hawks figured it was enough of a green light.

His instincts still warned him: this was a game. A test. A challenge.

Hawks could get off on a good game of chicken.

The omega smirked. "You getting self-conscious on me about those staples? Or are they piercings? What function do they have?"

"Come closer and find out." Dabi taunted slowly. He leaned back against the dilapidated couch.

Hawks could still feel the phantom weight of his fingers in his mouth where he sat across from him. He was feeling more hyper focused. Connected in the moment.

His blood rushed in his ears and his feathers ruffled from the untapped energy.

If he was feeling this from two small finger swipes, he could only imagine what Dabi was experiencing from three whole lines.

The alpha licked his lips. Waiting, assessing, and seemingly cool as a lounging panther in his dark getup. He spread his arms along the back of the couch to observe.

Hawks steeled himself and stood. He rounded him and approached closer into the alpha’s space. Held himself tall over the seated alpha, until he was looking down at him with his legs framed over Dabi's right leg.

Close, suggestive.

A glint of surprise passed Dabi's eyes. He smiled slowly, languidly. "We gonna have some fun tonight?"

Anything for the mission.

Anything to gain his trust. Anything to get to Shigaraki. Hawks told himself.

Might as well enjoy it.

He leaned forward, his gloved hands trailing over the alpha's shoulders while he finally closed the distance of their bodies. He straddled him on the couch, his ass flush to his groin and the growing interest filling there.

Dabi hummed in amusement. His hands went to Hawks' hips, his thumbs digging into the divot of muscle and bone.

Hawks was hyper aware of his headier scent and every hot touch that traced along his body, warming him up. Things narrowed down in the moment that their lips touched and Dabi smirked into it as if he were about to make a mean quip.

Kissing him was a rush .

A hit of adrenaline from the pure risk of just touching him and being so damn close to a wanted man. The crime sheet on the alpha was extensive, and here he was playing with fire by grinding down into the alpha’s lap and kissing him fiercely.

Dabi even smelled like the aftereffects of fire, and his lips were completely different in texture to anyone Hawks had ever been with.

He knew, in the back of his mind, that Dabi could burn him or set his wings on fire for fun. The element of surprise was something the other man was keen on, and Hawks’ wings bristled to maintain the vibrations of where Dabi’s next touch and move would be. He hadn't even been aware that Dabi would be interested enough to want physical touch, but here they were.

Dabi's upper lip was soft and familiar, but his bottom lip was textured with the small wrinkles and folds of damaged, taut skin stretched to its limits and pieced together in rudimentary lines.

The omega's tongue was quick to push past the seam of those lips to taste the concentrated, chemical smoke scent to him. Dabi tasted like cigarettes and Altoids. His tongue was rounded and thick where it pressed against Hawks', the kiss deepening when two hands took a grip of the winged hero's ass to direct him down against the alpha’s clothed erection.

Hawks could definitely get into it.

He ground his hips downward, establishing some small modicum of pleasure while his hands gripped at the alpha's shoulders. It certainly felt good, and Hawks rode that adrenaline of making out with one of Japan's most dangerous villains as a new high.

Dabi pulled away after a minute with a breathy laugh. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose and blinked rapidly. He pushed his head back on the couch with a lazy cheshire grin. "Fuckin hate post nasal drip." He muttered while he wiggled at the bridge of his nose and winced. His piercings glinted in the low light.

"You okay there?"

Dabi closed his eyes and set his head back again, slightly lulling, waiting for it to stop. "Fuckin' fantastic."

Hawks took the open window to gather more information on Dabi's body. He kissed at his jaw, ran his tongue down the side of the alpha's throat to his left, shying away purposefully from the alpha's mating gland on his right shoulder. Dabi’s mating gland had been heavily scarred, not as a result of a mating, but what looked like self-mutilation.

It was an uncommon practice, but there were some in the underground movements who would rather destroy their mating glands than ever risk someone else having a type of ‘control’ over their bodies. Hawks’ quivered at the thought of inflicting such pain and turmoil to his own body.

It appeared as if Dabi had burned over the clump of scars, trying to conceal it.

Hawks refocused his concentration.

The winged hero kissed and nipped lightly at the blemished skin, noting the way Dabi's hand flexed at his ass. There didn't seem to be much feeling there, so he refocused to the seam of skin between the staples. He sucked his lips over a bruise, passing his tongue against the mottled skin.

Dabi groaned, more sensitive on his paler skin.

When Hawks bit down lightly, the alpha moaned.

"You like a little pain?" Hawks raised a brow.

"Do I look like someone who shies away from it? Of course I get off on it "

"I can never assume. I could hold you and tell you how pretty you are." Hawks retorted. "Some people like that."

"You gonna chat all night, or do I gotta give your mouth something to do?"

Hawks shrugged and leaned back in for a kiss. It was messy and slightly uncoordinated, but it was still good in all the ways that it was wrong.

Dabi's hands couldn't stay still after that. They roamed Hawks' body, feeling at the skintight neoprene suit underneath his jacket. He felt at the base of the omega's wings and scratched down against the fabric to tantalize his nerves with heat. He mapped where Hawks was lean and hard, and where the hardness gave way to the meat of muscle and areas of softness on him.

The alpha seemed to like his thighs the best. He gripped them roughly and growled when he pulled from the kiss to trail his lips unkindly along the omega's jaw. Hawks' clothing gave him some barrier to those teeth teasing at his mating gland or to some of the more sensitive areas on his body.

Dabi inhaled at the juncture of his neck deeply. "You smell like an open field, birdie. All sunshine and sweet. It's almost disgusting." He grinned. "Can smell you getting wet for me."

"So do something about it. Unless you're too high?"

Hawks' body felt relaxed. An obvious side effect of what little he took.

Dabi was all loose limbs when he laughed.

"C'mon, let's get that pretty mouth to work, shall we?"

Dabi released his grip to unbuckle his own pants. Hawks took the memo and did the same, eyeing the villain carefully when he pulled his hard alpha cock from his black pants.

No underwear. Hawks noted. He wondered if he should put that in his report.

Dabi's cock was undamaged and flushed an aroused red, beading pre-cum at the prominent head. He was about average in length, but thicker in the middle. A perfect size for any hook-up. Hawks also noticed the glint of a Prince Albert piercing at the end and smirked.

"Got any other piercings?" He asked while he thumbed over the weeping cock head. He liked the texture of the hot piercing against his thumb.

"A few. A lot ." Dabi sighed into the slow ministrations.

Hawks licked his lips and readjusted his position to get to his knees, but Dabi held him firmly. The alpha directed him to sit beside him on his knees, so he could bend across to suck at his cock, the omega's ass slightly in the air.

"Gonna finger you while you work. How the fuck do you get this off?" Dabi palmed over the neoprene body suit Hawks was wearing.

"Clips on the bottom." Hawks pushed himself back up to show him. He shoved his loose khaki pants further down and reached between his legs to un-clip the suit at the groin. He pulled his briefs down and palmed at his cock when his erection made contact with the cool air.

Dabi raised a brow. "Huh. Neat."

The omega leaned back down and didn't waste the opportunity to taste the alpha and roll the piercing across the flat of his tongue. Dabi groaned above him, one hand entangled in the omega's blonde hair while the other grabbed at his bare ass to grope the toned muscle.

Hawks set up a steady rhythm with Dabi’s cock hot and wet in his mouth. He pressed down as far as he comfortably could, and used his hand to stroke at the base of his dick, teasing the outline of his knot that made alphas typically shake with pleasure. The piercing slid easy against his tongue, and he used the tip of it to circle outlines and apply heavy pressure.

Dabi sighed above him, his long, deft fingers getting messy with the winged omega's slick. He pressed two of his fingers up to his first knuckle without warning. Hawks grunted from the intrusion, but relaxed into the stretch while the alpha pressed in further and against his prostate with stimulating motions.

His fingers were hot inside of him, and Hawks melted into the pace and pleasure of their exchange. With the drug still flooding his system, Hawks' focus became single minded in the musky taste, texture, and oral fixation he clung to in the pleasant buzz of his body.

Hawks relaxed against him. He pressed his hips back on those punishing fingers and moaned deep in his chest while he pushed his wanton mouth down further, sliding Dabi's hot erection past his gag reflex. The alpha clung to his hair and ground his face down into his pubic bone with a sharp curse.

"Fuck, I knew your mouth would be perfect." He growled.

Hawks continued his ministrations, determined to get them both off while his hips undulated against the digits inside him. He could feel where some of his hot slick drizzled down the inside of his thighs, and the sounds his body was making between choking on Dabi's cock and getting wet for him were obscene.

They were loud in the stark, chilling coldness of the open warehouse room.

Dabi cursed when he finally came in Hawks' mouth without a warning. His quick, shaky inhale was all the warning Hawks got. The omega took his load with a pleased moan, and pulled off to breathe from his nose.

The alpha's head hit the back of the couch in relaxation, his fingers paused in their task. Hawks grabbed an empty red solo cup from the dirty coffee table and spit out Dabi's spend into it.

"Not hungry, sunshine? Don't like how I taste?"

"Could warn a guy next time." Hawks shrugged, nonvenomous in his words. His own cock was still hard and he was burning to get off.

“Next time.” Dabi snorted. "Guess you want yours now, huh?"

The omega glanced back to the loose-limbed villain who measured him coolly with his icy stare.

Dabi took his slick coated fingers and licked the wetness from them, moaning at the omega's strong taste. Hawks felt his body heat up in arousal at the singular move.

"C'mere." Dabi pulled him back into his lap, the two facing one another. He pulled Hawks down into a filthy kiss to taste the remnants of his slick on the alpha's mouth. "Finger yourself for me. Sing nice and pretty, and maybe I'll be nice to you."

Hawks' frowned at him. "You too lazy to do it yourself?"

Dabi's hand sparked with blue fire which rippled and burned at Hawks' skin. The hero seethed and hissed from the bright shot of pain at his side.

"I can use my left hand." Dabi waved the fire engulfed hand at him cruelly. "Or my right to get you off. Pick one."

His right hand remained plain, and Hawks chose the safer option. The last thing he ever wanted to experience were burns on his dick.

Hawks wet two fingers in his mouth for show and reached behind himself to press them inside. The angle was wrong, but he worked up a pace that just pushed him over the edge.

Dabi grinned. "There we go." He mouthed at Hawks' shoulder, his lips teasing at the hero's mating gland where his scent blossomed. The staples of his chin scratched and pulled, but Dabi's right hand stroking his cock was a strong distraction from the discomfort.

Hawks' body had always been incredibly responsive to touch. Dabi discovered that quickly while he kissed and bit at the omega's skin, his pace picking up where he jacked him off studiously.

A twist of Hawks' fingers, the right amount of pressure, and the hero grit his teeth and moaned into his orgasm. The tension on his back and shoulder left him while the warmth and relief spread through him syrupy and heavy.

Dabi bit at his chin while he collected the omega's spend in his hand. He then wiped it along the side of the couch with disinterest.

Hawks closed his eyes with a sigh and tried to reorient himself. Dabi chuckled beneath him and licked at his thumb. "Salty."

"Whose couch is this?" Hawks crinkled his nose.

"Fuck if I know."

The omega wiped his fingers on the inside of his pants and pulled off with unstable legs to rearrange his clothing. They both reeked of sex, but Dabi didn't seem to care while he checked his phone.

"The wannabe recruit is here. I had him wait on the roof. Easier to off him without burning this whole place down."

"Come again?" Hawks frowned.

"Another loser wannabe. He's a piece of shit." Dabi pulled a cigarette from his jacket and lit it with blue smoke. "You wanna see how I handle rejects firsthand, birdie?"

Hawks didn't, but he knew he had to.

Dabi's keen look was the confirmation enough that this, in and of itself, was a test. It was the only reason that Hawks agreed to follow the villain to the roof and watch him play with the rejected recruit's emotions before burning him alive.

Hawks struggled to muster his body in keeping it together and not retching at the burning scent of organs and skin set aflame. He didn't move from his spot while Dabi kicked at the charred corpse and crushed the remaining bones down into a pile.

It was a test of his loyalty. A push to upset him or throw him into troubled queasiness. Hawks could see the manic episode and know Dabi was still fully sentient and was enjoying the kill.

Dabi wasn't just crazed. He could be categorized as a cognizant psychopath.

The alpha watched his reaction closely and smiled when he approached. Pleased with Hawks' resolve.

Dabi kissed him and all Hawks could taste was burning death.

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It felt like something of a rhythm, though it was one of complete unpredictability.

Every text from Dabi sent Hawks' nerves on end with what the alpha had in store. Hawks had actually enjoyed the physical parts between them, but many of the tasks they went out on had a small piece of himself dying on the inside.

He never knew what he was in for until they were face to face.

Sometimes the mission was only that; a mission. An errand.

Other times, Dabi would keep his distance and show a complete lack of interest in touching Hawks.

A handful of times, it was physical.

Dabi liked to fuck when he was feeling content or confident in whatever was happening in his world. If things were really good, he was all in and present. He was all confidence in how he kissed and touched the omega; how he coaxed orgasms from Hawks' body with tricky, nimble fingers.

If things were not content in his world, he was aggravated and wanted to hurt more than he wanted any intimacy. His eyes grew cold in their heated calculations, and he burned and seethed with frustration.

Hawks could, as they had taught him, roll with the punches.

Hawks' talented mouth and attitude were amusing to Dabi, and Hawks was loathe to admit that the anti-hero fascinated him in some regards. He didn't think Dabi's motives were so alien to him and the philosophies he'd read on anti-hero movements. The fire wielder was a Stain fanboy through and through, and he held his air of superiority with a vice grip.

Dabi was uncouth and intelligent. He knew how to get what he wanted, but the control of his temper was mitigated by the kinds of things he put into his body. Sometimes it was the drugs that made him charming or irritable, and Hawks began to get to a point where his check-ins were followed by a glance around the room to see what the alpha was dabbling in.

Sleeping with a villain and partaking in some recreational drug use were minor bits of the job that Hawks could overlook. He wasn't morally against them, and he tried to convince himself it was being done through free will. Hawks could wiggle himself out of any situation if he truly didn't want it.

The breaking points for him came when Dabi 'took care' of the undesirable newcomers he deemed unworthy of their time and goals. One night, he had turned his blue yes to Hawks expectantly.

Had pointed to his wings and made a gesture to slit a throat.

Hawks had left his reasoning behind then.

It was just part of the job .

Afterwards, Dabi had taken him back to a seedy motel, giddy in satisfaction and turned on from watching the Number Two hero off a back alley criminal so ruthlessly.

He had fucked as hard as he fought, and Hawks' anger surmounted while he bit and shoved into their joining with the vitriol of spite and frustration that had been filling and overflowing from the rim of his patiences.

Dabi's cock was set in a punishing rhythm, fucking him and making the anger only a little more tolerable. Hawks pressed into every thrust with gritted teeth and a seething hate in his golden eyes. The alpha smiled maniacally.

He was angry that he had agreed and made the choice to take another person's life. The man had been young- an over enthused, misguided college kid who had been steered down the wrong path. He could've been saved, and that distinct difference made Hawks' chest ache.

He hated the hurt. Hated the shame. Hated to feel like he had no choice, when he entirely did have the power to weave the situation to his benefit.

A moment of weakness. More blood on my hands.

Dabi's knot pressed and bullied at his rim. Hawks could see the intent in the alpha's movements and growled in warning. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck and joined to him for gods know how long while he emptied his seed into him.

Hawks barred his teeth in clear warning and Dabi laughed, his thrusts unwavering. "You mad or something, birdie?"

"No knot." Hawks growled back.

Dabi's eyes flashed in interest. He smiled, filled with venom. "Your body sure wants to swallow my knot. Needs something to wrap itself around like the good little breeding whore you are."

Hawks used his strength and the push of his wings to completely shove Dabi off of him. The alpha slipped from his body and lost his footing, toppling off the edge of the bed.

The omega was on him within seconds. He held both long flight feathers in either hand, crossed and poised with Dabi's throat framed in the middle. He stepped on the alpha's cock with his bare foot and growled again in warning.

Dabi laughed in pure delight. He rolled his head back, teased the edges of the blades and forced his skin to bleed in small, perfect lines.

"Ho-ly shit. Birdie has some talons tonight, huh?" Dabi wheezed with broken laughter. He groaned when Hawks pressed the ball of his foot against the knot forming on his cock, pressing it painfully down.

Dabi rolled his hips lightly against his foot, furthering the pain. "Fuck, you're hot like this."

Hawks could've killed him.

Could've taken advantage of the situation and Dabi's vulnerability, but he didn't.

He couldn’t.

Hawks allowed one of his flight blades to reattach, but held the other still on Dabi's neck. His eyes narrowed while he released some of the pressure from his foot. "Take the condom off. You get to cum all over yourself, or not at all."

Dabi's breath hitched. "Shit." He used one hand to pull the alpha condom off and tossed it on the floor, exposing his length to the cool air. Hawks pressed his foot back against his wet cock, the heel of his foot applying more pressure than before at the base.

He increased the balancing weight of his bare foot while Dabi stroked the head of his dick, his hands messy while they ran over the head of his cock. The alpha groaned below him, rolled his hips lightly against the pleasure pain. Pressed his neck out against the sharp blade.

Hawks gripped his own cock, his heart beating rapidly while he started to get off on the power he felt. The control he finally had that came from standing over the alpha and having him at the mercy of his blade.

Dabi gasped and came across his abdomen just as Hawks' body released over the alpha's chest in hot, unaimed spurts.

The omega sucked in a breath, dropped his hand. His flight feather rejoined his wings.

The alpha eyed him gleefully. "If I knew poking your temper would result in this , I would've been egging you on harder from the get-go. I like it when you play dirty." He thumbed some of Hawks' spend across his lips and licked it off.

Hawks stepped away shakily towards the bathroom.

Dabi laughed at his retreat.

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When the omega returned from his shower, Dabi was sprawled across the disheveled bed in his pants with a joint. They both eyed each other, Hawks feeling more cautious than usual, but Dabi's easy grin calmed his uncertainties.

"Fucking chill, man. I like cock stepping. Don't get your panties in a twist because you acted on your emotions." Dabi offered him the joint. “It was hot.”

Fucked up peace offering as it was, Hawks took it. He inhaled deeply, held it in, and coughed until his lungs began to pleasantly burn.

It took the edge off.

There was an old comedy sitcom playing in the background. Dabi opened his arm to the omega, and Hawks slotted himself against him easily to watch the mindless show.

Hawks contemplated again what created the monster in the man, and when he eventually got up to leave, Dabi held his wrist with a tired look and told him to stay.

Between the mattress and the warming hands against his skin, Hawks didn't sleep that night.

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The Commission was surprised to hear that such a high level villain invited someone like Hawks to stay over. They marked it as progress in Hawks' connection with Dabi, but the omega didn't think there was anything deep behind it.

"Anything on Shigaraki?"

Hawks' mouth thinned. "Not a peep. Dabi doesn't talk about him, and if I ask too many questions or push the issue, he'll grow annoyed and suspicious. I haven't gained his trust in that area."

"It has been weeks, Hawks. If you're spending this much time with him, especially having sexual relations with him, then surely he has some trust for you."

"It's more entertainment than trust." It wasn't so complicated to him. Dabi liked having someone to hang with, with a byproduct of corruption and watching them see what he did. He liked the distraction Hawks provided on the nights he wasn't doing serious work. Liked to get his dick wet when the mood struck him.

"Does he have any suspicions that you're a double agent?"

Hawks frowned. "He can be hard to read, even for me. I think he is suspicious, but he is suspicious of everyone. He keeps his cards close."

"Closer than you keep your own?"

Hawks stated back, unimpressed. A moment of silence passed.

His handler looked down to her report and frowned. "What about the Nomu?"

"He has mentioned how much he enjoys the process of scouting potential talent to contribute to them. So we know that he is looking out for powerful quirks. He hasn't had me with him when he collects those individuals. I'm gathering the process is more time and power consuming."

"Perhaps direct orders from Shigaraki bars you from witnessing their harvesting of people."

"I don't think Shigaraki is the one doing it. When Dabi has talked about it, I was under the impression that there is someone else working with them. Some sort of contracted source who can possibly exploit the quirks into a Nomu."

The handler nodded. "Maybe a quirk user who can steal and transplant quirks? Or someone with a quirk like Overhaul's to reshape these people into these...things?"

Hawks rubbed at his chin. "They're planning something big. Dabi said he would keep me in the loop on the next big attack. Said he wanted my help to pick where."

Their eyes flashed. "Tread lightly. We can't afford a number of large casualties and infrastructure damage."

"Whatever I can control, I will." Hawks confirmed.

He finished the debrief with a sour taste in the back of his mouth. There was enough on his plate, and the hero ranking ceremony was in just a few days for him to prepare for.

Any downtime he wished to obtain wouldn't be for the next few months. Between the double agent work, his agency, training an intern, and his work with the Commission, there was barely any time to even think of a hobby to help him decompress.

Hawks met with the residential medical specialist afterwards. He had his usual physical exam, was given more suppressants, and took an STD test.

While they finished drawing blood, Hawks abstractly wondered what had happened to Dabi to turn him into the villain he was.

He wondered if some people were just truly too far gone to save.

He wondered if he was too far in, too far gone into playing a villain for the 'immunity’ he had been promised to actually apply.

Hawks contemplated if they’d make him take the fall for the crimes.

At the end of the day, the fingers had to point somewhere.

*

*

*

The attack didn't go as Hawks had planned. Well, how he had assumed the plan would go after he and Dabi had hashed out the details and Hawks was given his orders.

Though be it fair, Hawks hadn't told Dabi that he would be setting up Endeavor of all heroes to take on High End.

It was a shit show through and through, but at least Endeavor had won and there had been zero casualties, as he had promised the Commission. The infrastructure was a bust, but that couldn’t be helped.

Hawks couldn't just pick and choose who would die. He still had to honor the morality of being a hero, which was still in step with the blood pumping in his veins.

Their meeting later on in the warehouse was met with an angry, dissatisfied sneer.

As dedicated to the mission Hawks would remain to be, he had his limits. His patience was running thin and ragged in the face of so much disrepair.

*

*

*

After some extended radio silence, he was summoned by Dabi almost two weeks later.

The alpha met him at a seedy bar in one of the back bar alleyways in the city’s red-light district. He was wearing a hoodie and fingerless gloves while he nursed a hard drink in a corner booth.

Hawks noticed him immediately, but dodged him to order two shots of vodka, and a rum and coke. He set a shot in front of Dabi.

"Cheers." Hawks pushed the shot towards him.

"How sweet. " Dabi sneered. "You know you cost me a lot of grief with that stunt you pulled. I'm still pissed at you."

"Yet you invited me out."

Dabi glared at him. "Shame on me."

They both downed their shot and set the glasses to the side. Hawks chased it with his rum and coke.

He wiped the corner of his lips. "Not often you actually take me to such a nice place. This your other hangout when your League friends get on your nerves?"

Dabi frowned. "You don't know shit.”

Hawks leveled him a look.

“You really fucked up.” Dabi frowned. “As much as I enjoyed watching that Number One Asshole get his ass whooped, it wasn't part of the plan."

"Neither was the day of the attack." Hawks took another sip. "Or the location. Tit for tat, right?"

"Also didn't expect you to waste your feathers on helping him. That was stupid."

"Now if I hadn't helped him and he got severely injured, I would've had a lot more work on my hands." Hawks replied lazily. "Last thing I need is getting Number One's workload on my plate."

"You have an answer for everything, don't you?"

"I would argue and say that all my actions have reasons behind them. Same with my words."

Dabi took a drink, eyed him critically. He wet his top lip. "Your reason for coming to the bar?"

"Because you asked me to." The omega pointed out simply.

"You could say no. I could've called you out here to incinerate you."

"In a bar? You're not that flashy. Besides, you like me." Hawks' eyes narrowed. The light made the gold of his eyes glint in the dimly lit room. Dabi liked watching the shadows play on his face. "I'm curious, so sue me."

The business wasn't incredibly packed, but there were people around, mulling at the bar or sitting at tables with drinks. Hawks had worn an oversized hoodie and flattened his wings uncomfortably to his back, giving him a normal appearance.

His beanie and dark clothing helped him to blend in, but he still felt like a target in the room. Wondered briefly if he had waltzed into some sort of trap. Still, if he bad not shown up, Dabi would've grown even more annoyed with him.

He couldn't hide from him. Couldn’t expose any of the underlying fear that hovered inside.

Dabi finished his drink. "I might be out of town for a bit, so I thought we could enjoy the night."

Hawks didn't buy it. He eyed him and echoed the sentiment with discredit. "Enjoy it? Where are you headed?"

"Some business." Dabi smiled cryptically. "I mean, I'll still have some tasks for you, so you're not off the hook, but we won't get to do some of the other fun stuff. Got a lot of shit on my plate, y'know?"

Hawks could deal with this. He nodded. "So what'd you have in mind?"

Dabi pulled out his Altoid tin and Hawks wasn't surprised to see things that were certainly not mints inside. He took two round blue pills with a smiley face and swallowed them. He then took a white one and rolled it between his thumb and index finger.

"You want in?"

Hawks’ eyes narrowed. "I have work tomorrow."

"This stuff only lasts a few hours. Just enough time for us to forget all the bullshit."

It was risky.

Stupid, even.

“It’ll make you relax. Like a muscle relaxer, but better. Feels like walking on air.”

He hoped he wouldn’t regret his decision. Hawks still needed Dabi’s good graces.

“Fine." Hawks exhaled, against his better judgment. He didn't sense anything off about the situation, and Dabi had never given him a drug he didn't enjoy in some capacity.

Dabi smiled and pulled him by the front of his shirt, closer. "That's the spirit, pretty boy."

Dabi popped the white pill. He kissed him, slow languid. Hawks went with the motions, enjoying the warmth, but didn't enjoy when a round pill was slipped into his mouth.

Before he could protest, Dabi pulled away and engulfed Hawk's mouth with a warm palm. His thumb and index finger pinched at his nostrils.

"Swallow it before my hand gets hotter and I burn your fucking skin shut." He teased.

Hawks seethed with annoyance. They glared at each other, up until light blue flames flickered across Dabi's hand.

Hawks swallowed.

Dabi then pressed two fingers into his mouth, checking to be sure.

The omega pushed him away. "I swallowed it, fuck. What'd you give me exactly?"

Dabi laughed, humored by the exchange. "It'll make you feel real good. Been wanting to try them again."

"You have an uncanny talent of not answering my questions. What'd you dose me with?" Hawks took another drink to wash out the taste of Dabi's fingers from his tongue.

"Euphorics." Dabi grinned mischievously. "Two blue for me, a white for you, little omega. "

A sex drug.

Hawks groaned. "You're terrible. Awful, even. What the hell, man?"

"Oh c'mon, it's not even close to the worse shit I could've given you. You think I'd give you something that would intentionally hurt you?"

Hawks raised a brow.

Dabi pretended to grab his chest. "I'm hurt, really. Isn't it clear enough I like to play with you? I wouldn't damage my favorite toy." His smile pulled at his staples. "This will be so much fun."

Euphorics were a class-A party drug close to MDMA. It could induce a sensation akin to false heats and ruts, while dumping enough dopamine in the brain to make one believe they'd found the meaning of life from the relief of fucking and touching.

It inhibited rationale and made every touch like a vibration with the creator of the universe.

Hawks was already bemoaning the come down tomorrow when his body tried to make sense with what the hell he was about to put it through.

Hawks downed the rest of his drink. "Why didn't you just have me meet you at a motel or whatever? Why are we here?

"Was waiting for my dealer. Which, by the way, stay here." Dabi pocketed his tin of obscenities and weeded through the crowd of people. He approached a woman at the other end of the room with dark purple hair that wiggled in the form of snakes. The deal happened so quick, no one would've noticed.

A wad of cash, an exchange for a small plastic black bag, and Dabi was turning back around with a smirk.

He shook the bag when he returned and tipped his head towards the exit.

"Let's go."

*

*

*

The drug began to hit him almost half an hour later while they moved down the street in the cold night air. Dabi was already high, his smile wide while he smoked a cigarette lazily.

His scent was also more defined. Wrong in many stark chemical ways, but drooling alpha pheromones. Dabi watched him bemusedly.

"You feel it, don'cha? Are your ass cheeks sliding together with slick yet?" He asked filthily and patted Hawks' backside. “Oh yeah, you’re definitely feelin it.”

Hawks felt the pool of arousal deep set in his body, low and concentrated from the slick at his twitching hole and the clubbing interest of his cock.

The stress in his body was slowly evaporating, and he did feel good .

"You smell sweet. Can practically inhale your slick in the air." Dabi flicked his cigarette to the side and pulled at Hawks arms. "C'mon, let's go have a taste."

Hawks was led into another bar. This one was more rowdy; a club, more like, with a DJ blasting music and patrons dancing around the floor. Hawks barely had time to register what was happening while Dabi cut a line and pulled the omega into a bathroom at the back of the hallway.

The room was surging with reverberated dance music. Hawks' feathers bristled while his senses were barreled into an onslaught with over-stimulation. He tried to process his surroundings, but the kiss he was met with took all of his attention. He wanted the hoodie off so he could bask in all of the sensations. His clothing felt stifling where they encased his skin, containing the buzz of energy he so desperately needed to release.

Hawks felt like he was floating when he was shoved up against the bathroom counter. His legs wrapped around the alpha instinctively, his body singing when he pulled the hoodie from his body to reveal the backless shirt underneath.

Stretching out his wings felt mind-numbingly good .

Dabi growled into his mouth and palmed at his cock roughly, sending sparks of over-sensitivity through his abdomen. Hawks gasped and gripped his hair tightly in their kiss. His lips would be bruised by the morning from how hard he just wanted to feel and touch and suck.

"Gonna fuck you. Gonna get my cock in that tight, wet heat, and knot you stupid."

Hawks could barely register reality outside of what Dabi was doing to his body with a single-focused goal. It felt amazing . Otherworldly, even.

He pushed his hips up into the hot mouth that engulfed his cock and the desperate fingers that slipped into his hole. His pants and underwear were pooled on the dirty floor, but he couldn't find it in himself to care so long as Dabi didn't stop touching him.

It still wasn’t quite enough.

"Get inside me already." Hawks groaned in frustration.

"I am inside you, sunshine. Got my fingers so far up your ass, swear to god I could just fist you right now." Dabi grinned widely.

It wasn't what he wanted. Hawks pushed at him with his feet, leveled himself off of the counter. He turned around and bent forward in clear invitation.

"Fuck." Dabi appreciated the view. He rolled on the condom without preamble and pushed inside with one smooth, earth-shattering thrust.

Hawks cried out, his self preservation leaving him.

The music was loud enough to drown out most of their sounds, but anyone close to the door would be able to decipher the filthy sounds that echoed and mixed around the dingy single bathroom.

Hawks could feel the beat of the loud music in the clear vibrations through his feathers, heightening his high even more while his body felt electric with the desperation for pleasure and release. He was floating in a relaxed head space, his body numb to pain and hooked on the pleasure and arousal feedback that circulated and buzzed at his skin.

They both lost sense of time in their fevered fucking. One song crescendoed and bled into the next, and Hawks felt himself blend into the world on a high with the beating of his chest and release of his body.

He opened his eyes to catch Dabi watching them from the reflection of the mirror.

Hawks barely recognized the open, wanton vision of his face looking back at him.

Fucked out, blissed out.

Gone.

When Dabi's knot caught and shoved it's way inside his tight heat, his whole body shook and mind went entirely, blissfully white.

No thoughts. No worries. No reservations.

No pride or preservation in being fucked and knotted in a smelly, shady as hell bathroom with an alpha who had every reason to off him.

Hawks couldn't find himself to care while he ground down against Dabi's thin body, stimulating the knot while he came again and again in small tremors.

Dabi's hand at the back of his neck steadied him. Warned him with their heat.

"Stay still. Don't move."

The alpha pressed against the space of skin between Hawks' wings. The tan, golden skin of his spine.

He emptied some of the small bag of powder along his back and snorted a line of coke off of Hawks.

A thick tongue followed, lapping up the rest of the drug. Hawks' head was turned into a kiss, a hand still on his throat, and forced to taste the residual liquefied drug on Dabi's saliva.

Hawks moaned into the kiss, chasing after the stark taste.

The alpha groped at his nipples and along his body while they drifted in the afterglow, pulled out to sea along the waves of music and pleasure.

Dabi ran the pad of his fingers over Hawks' lips when his knot eventually went down.

"Fuck. Better get to a hotel before round 2 starts. Gotta keep your pretty little asshole knotted before some other alpha tries to steal you."

He didn't have it in him to argue or care.

So long as he kept feeling good, Hawks would go anywhere to chase the feeling.

In the moment, Hawks just wanted to feel and not think of the mission.

*

*

*

Hawks felt elated.

There were no other words, not even big ones to string about just how heavenly he felt to describe how the drug's potency made his muscles lax and every touch feel like the world was singing for him.

"Oh yeah, you're really feeling it now." Dabi groaned while Hawks straddled and rubbed himself down against him on the hotel’s checkered bed. "You smell like sex on two legs, fuck."

Hawks' hoodie was the first to go. It felt amazing to get his wings out and stretch them openly and properly in the room. Dabi had turned on music from his phone, which further amplified the mood.

"You wanna ride the high and grind on me, or do you wanna fuck again?" Dabi gave him an option. "I don't care either way. I can smoke some weed with this and chill, or I could fuck you twelve ways to next Sunday and knot you."

"That." Hawks nodded. His mind wasn't totally far gone, and he was actually enjoying it all. It gave him something outside of the stress and complications of life to focus on. "Condom."

"Yeah, yeah, I got you."

As soon as Dabi slipped one on, Hawks lined himself up and slipped down onto him in one easy glide. He was still wet with slick from their earlier joining and the arousal the drug heightened in him.

He rode him greedily, chasing the beat of his pleasure while Dabi palmed and fingered over his nipples.

Hawks returned the languid touches, even glided the pads of his thumbs across Dabi's dual nipple piercings. They were distracting to him, his mind too fuzzy to think outside of hot and fuck.

He licked his lips and fucked back against the alpha hurriedly, desperate for another release even though his orgasms yielded nothing more from his spent cock but a valiant pulse of pleasure. He still gushed with slick when Dabi knotted him again and again.

*

The quiet space after their third round of sex had Hawks' body bent forward, his head against the other man's chest. Dabi watched him distantly, his eyes set on the red feathers he pet and palmed between curious fingers.

Hawks typically kept his wings off limits. With the drug and the pulled orgasms, he was pliant and relaxed in a way the alpha had never see him.

Dabi grinned.

His hand ignited with fire while he gripped a handful of smaller feathers and set them ablaze with a tight hold.

Hawks immediately howled in pain, his body trying to pull back. Dabi used his free arm to pin him down against him at his low back and the two struggled against each other.

His other hand burned at his skin, leaving a mottled red hand print.

The fading drug only made the pain ten times more unbearable. Dabi laughed while Hawks eyes pricked with anger and pain. A slight coating of fear.

Hawks' feathers sharpened in Dabi's grip and cut into his fiery hand. The alpha cursed while Hawks pulled away as hard as he could, going so far as to force his body off of the alpha's from where they were joined.

It hurt like hell to dislodge a knot when both of their bodies had not relaxed enough, but the omega didn't care about that pain,

A boundary had been clearly crossed.

Dabi growled and yelled when he realized what the omega was doing. Hawks beat him to it and pushed himself off and away from the other, hurting himself in the process by putting distance between them.

Dabi hissed while he gripped his knot and the ache that ran through him, which was intensified by the drugs.

"My wings are off limits." Hawks seethed while he pulled his clothes from the floor. His ass was lightning pricks of pain from where his muscles hadn’t relaxed properly to release the knot. "Fucking asshole!"

Dabi began to laugh harder.

It made Hawks’ ears burn in rage.

"Man, I've been wanting to do that for weeks!" Dabi chuckled. He rubbed at his sore knot and sighed. He had been planning this for a while. "Your fucking face! Fuck, that was so worth it."

Dabi wasn't upset. Wasn't even fazed by Hawks' anger or the hero's spiteful reaction.

The alpha watched him through heavy eyes, his chest still bubbling with laughter. He reached over the side of the bed to grab a joint tucked away in his jacket’s inside pocket. He lit up and took a deep inhale.

Hawks continued dressing, his wings in a loop of pain and alert. His body aching.

He didn’t say anything while his adrenaline began to settle.

"Well, that was fun." Dabi sighed through his exhale of smoke. "What a way to end the night, huh?"

The winged hero tugged on his boots and approached cautiously to show Dabi he wasn't afraid. He took the joint and breathed in deeply, blowing smoke back into Dabi's face as if it would get some point across.

Dabi smiled back. "Gonna miss our little games, sunshine. You always surprise me, y'know?"

"I think we're done here." Hawks took a step back. "Text me the details when you get back from your trip." Hawks was feeling more like himself, but the Euphoric was still making his muscles uncomfortably loose and tingly. The weed helped the headache that was growing and slowly spreading across his forehead.

"You don't want to stay?"

Like hell he would stay when he had just been burned for mere entertainment, and completely without provocation. Hawks didn't feel safe, though he didn't telegraph his uncertainty. Dabi was a loose wire, and he was bound to get hurt again.

"Have things to do in the morning. No hard feelings."

Hawks meant it.

Some people were just attracted to the chaos like a moth to the light. There was nothing to be done.

No saving them.

Staying in the hotel room was out of the question after what had just happened.

He felt for the parts of Dabi that might've still been good, but he was tainted. Rotted to the core in his pleasure in hurting others. Hurting Hawks when it pleased him.

Hawks didn't believe in the world being black and white. No one was inherently good or evil. Everything was a gray area, and Hawks had grown comfortable within that shade. He was cautious to not error to one side or the other, knowing hubris in his confidence to adhere to either or would result in a harder fall.

Hawks couldn't fix people. Dabi didn't need to be fixed. He existed as he was, and whatever future came, Hawks hoped the man would at least get help to quell whatever storm was churning inside him.

The omega kept his boundaries. "Take care of yourself, Dabi."

"Hm, whatever. Later, birdie."

Hawks didn't expect to be kissed like some cherished partner. He gathered his head and left without a glance towards the lounging alpha.

He didn't even leave a feather to spy on him.

Some things were better left as they were.

*

*

Hawks flew only a few blocks before realizing his flight pattern was off and his muscles were still too lax from the drugs to do exactly what he needed of them. Even his head was a little fuzzy, limiting his feathers’ capabilities and altering his depth perception. The high helped his headache, but the Euphoric was still circulating in his system.

He couldn't fly while under the influence.

If he had a run in with a villain, he would be at an exposed disadvantage.

He texted Miruko, but she was on patrol for the evening and was entirely too far a distance for him to travel safely. There was only one other person close by enough for him to rely on.

He skipped straight to a phone call and paced the top of the building in anticipation. Something felt inherently wrong about calling the Number One Hero after the night he had, but he was compelled by the exposed worry he harbored that staying in a hotel wasn't safe.

That's what it boiled down to; safety.

His head was in an uncertain space, his body slowly coming down from the Euphoric he had taken and all of the sensations he had put his body through. He needed the comforting scent of a reliable friend, though Hawks really had no friends to call upon.

Endeavor’s office was close enough.

Maybe Hawks was a little out of his mind.

Endeavor picked up on the third ring. His voice was tired but firm across the line. "Hawks? What's going on?"

"Not an emergency. Okay, kind of an emergency. Didn't know who else to call."

He could hear the rustling of sheets on the other end. Hawks felt incredibly embarrassed that he had called his idol for something so childish. He felt childish, but in reality he knew he was sub-dropping from the comedown after all of the evening began to catch up to him.

He began to process how out of depth he felt; an exposed nerve out in the cold.

"Are you okay?"

Hawks shook his head, even though the alpha couldn't see it. "Can I crash at your place? Got into a predicament and I'm not in the best shape to fly."

Endeavor sighed. "Where are you?"

"About…" Hawks looked across the cityscape. "Five minutes from your agency. Could I crash in your office? Promise I'll be gone by the morning."

"I'm surprised you're even asking. Don't you usually just do whatever you feel like?"

"Hey, I do have manners, thank you very much."

Endeavor exhaled noisily. "Go to the balcony four floors above my office. You can sleep in my guest room." The alpha paused. "Why didn't you just get a hotel?"

Hawks didn't want to admit it stemmed from him not wanting to be alone for a while. Didn't want to be in a new, unfamiliar place.

He didn't answer. "I'll be there soon. Do you have a key, or is it locked?"

"I'll let you in. I slept here tonight. Late patrol."

Oh. Well.

Hawks hadn't been expecting that exactly.

*

*

Endeavor met him at the balcony doors and frowned when he took in Hawks' grungy attire and hollowed appearance.

The omega was wearing his slightly sweaty long sleeve shirt while he clutched the dirty hoodie he had worn earlier at the bar to mask his wings. He was freezing from the cool autumn air.

"Get inside before you catch a cold." Endeavor frowned. He ushered the omega in and followed close behind with a concerned tilt of his lips.

Hawks shivered, teeth clattering while he took his boots off. He knew he must have smelled and looked a terror, and the embarrassment that he was presenting himself this way, with obvious scents clinging to his skin, washed over him in horror.

This was an awful mistake. Hawks bemoaned.

Endeavor made no indication of judgment, though his ears were pink with a faint blush. He recognized the scents, but made no comment. He turned his head away towards the still open doors, taking in the fresh air dutifully so he could avoid scenting him.

"Well, this is awkward." Hawks chuckled. "Partied too hard and ended up here. I shouldn't have bothered you."

"It's fine." Endeavor glanced over him. The state of him. "Do you want to...talk about it?" The words were strained.

Hawks looked to him pleadingly. "Honestly, no. And you probably don't really want to know either, so I'll spare you the gritty details."

Endeavor assessed him for a moment. He cleared his throat. "Bathroom is down the hall. Guest room is next door. I'll grab you some extra clothing since yours seems…"

Hawks could smell the smoke and sex on himself and sighed. Completely out of respectable decorum here with the Number One. He reeked, his hair smelled like smoke and weed, and there was the obvious markings of an alpha all over him.

And yet, Endeavor was honoring a sacred code among the pro-heroes to look out for one another. He wasn't lecturing him, wasn't pushing for details. He closed the balcony doors, locked them, and walked past the omega briskly.

Hawks crossed his arms and bristled from the warm heat that radiated off the older hero. At the very least, he felt safe with the alpha, which helped the comedown from turning unbearable.

"I'm going back to bed. Do what you need, but don't be nosy."

Hawks smiled minutely. "Thank you, Endeavor-san!" He could scent the alpha's sleep tousled hair and his lack of suppressants, and boy did he smell heavenly when he walked by.

The older man huffed. "Take a shower first. You smell like a back alley dumpster."

"Worried I'll stink up your home?"

Endeavor glared at him, but there was no angry fire licking across his scarred face. "Goodnight, Hawks."

He turned without another word.

*

*

After he thoroughly scrubbed his skin to rawness, Hawks stood calmly under the hot water and let his body slowly relax. His skin still thrummed lightly from the receding drug, and the clean feeling combined with the lingering interest of Endeavor's firm alpha scent had his cock filling for one last hurrah.

Something felt inherently naughty about getting off in his favorite hero's shower, but he indulged for the sake of addressing it now with the water to drown out his scent versus having his arousal linger in the guest room.

Not a terrible idea as a calling card, but he didn't want to completely scandalize the alpha.

He was completely spent after the quick, furtive tug on his cock and quick release. He had been worn down to the bone, and wanted to sleep for the next century if fate so helped him.

The stress of his situation crept up his spine.

He wouldn't put this evening in his daily reports. Not the club and drugs, and certainly not what he had been up to with Dabi or his late night crash at Endeavor’s place.

He had limits.

Hawks felt slightly annoyed.

Frustrated.

Not defeated, though. Not humiliated.

Dabi was giving him only breadcrumbs of information, and as much as he had enjoyed the hooking up and some of the jests, there were other things setting off alarms in his head that these were just distractions from the ultimate goal.

Dabi was playing with him.

It was a strange series of events that lead him here, but after he showered and dressed in the loose shirt and sweatpants Endeavor had laid out for him on the guest bed, his lax body quickly melted into the soft, modern bed with it’s ridiculously expensive sheets and mattress.

The clothing smelled of clean detergent and the older alpha. The omega bemoaned having to slice his wings through the back, but he knew he would be keeping the over sized shirt for forever as a cherished memento. There was no way Endeavor was going to get it back now.

The sweatpants were ridiculously too big, but they were lined with fleece and perfectly warm.

He was finally content, safe, and at ease despite the whirlwind evening.

Hawks fell asleep with the distinct scent of his favorite hero.

*

*

Hawks slept without any fits of dreams or worries weighing over him.

However, he woke with a headache and the distinct feeling like he'd been hit by a train. His stomach growled urgently and his mouth was parched from dehydration.

He rolled out of bed sulkily and padded out to the kitchen to the smell of brewing coffee and eggs. He was surprised by the domesticity of seeing Endeavor, slightly sweaty and still in his workout pants and tank top, cooking eggs at the stove

Hawks took in the image, shocked into stillness by it. Shocked by the accompanying scent of the powerful alpha.

It made his heartbeat thunder.

Endeavor sensed him and glanced back.

“Good morning.” The older hero huffed.

Hawks stretched his wings and wiggled his toes on the hardwood flooring, “’Mornin! I slept like the dead last night.”

"Do you have your head on straight now?"

Hawks felt a little sheepish. "Mostly. I still can't believe I crashed at your place. All the dedicated fanboys of yours would be so jealous."

"Not as jealous as your fan groups." Endeavor’s mouth twitched.

The omega balked at him. "Did you just joke with me?"

"If you badger me, then I'll rethink offering you any breakfast."

"As if you could pretend to be so mean."

Hawks helped himself to a glass of water and downed it in one go. He refilled his glass sleepily. His head still hurt and it was only by mere exhaustion that he didn't press any more come-backs towards the alpha. He sat at the table and leaned back in the chair, his back and wings popping while he stretched again.

Endeavor set in front of him a bowl of rice with an egg on top. He set another plate of small pickled sides and some grilled chicken. The flame hero's meal was much the same, but with bigger portions.

From the bulging biceps on display in his sleeveless tank top, Hawks could clearly understand why the alpha had to maintain such a diet. He openly stared, trying to wrap his head around what kind of workout and diet regimen the older alpha had to use to keep up his physique and strength.

"Eat up before it gets cold." Endeavor huffed.

Hawks thanked him for the meal and they ate in relative silence for a few minutes. The food was good in its simplicity, and Hawks' cramping stomach was pleased to be filled with something nourishing and homemade.

Hawks could’ve fallen asleep at the table if he had grown any more comfortable. His slight headache still persisted.

Endeavor looked over him quietly, eyes a calculating blue. "Do you want to talk about what happened last night?"

"Nope."

Endeavor hummed. "Okay."

Hawks observed the older alpha. The missing wedding ring from his recent divorce. The still sweat slick hair, disheveled from sleep and early training. The shadow at his jaw before his trim.

Hawks felt like any apology he might muster would be met with a shrug, so he said nothing at first. He had spent plenty of time taking up with Endeavor and teasing him for fun, but this situation was new and rattling. He was seeing the subdued side of the larger alpha, with both their scents mixing in the open air.

It dawned on Hawks that despite Endeavor having been married for however many years, there was no scarred mating mark over his right gland at the base of his neck and shoulder. It was pristine, glistening with a slight sheen of sweat.

The winged hero licked his lips unconsciously.

The alpha eventually finished and collected both of their plates to set them in the kitchen. He left the room and came back in with a bottle of painkillers. He set it before the omega. "Stay for as long as you need. You shouldn't fly if you're unwell." There was a concerned pinch to his brow. "I have to get ready for work."

"I'll be out of your hair this afternoon, unless you'll let me repay your hospitality with some lunch." Hawks popped two painkillers and swallowed them dry.

Endeavor eyed his throat distractedly. "I don't have time to go out to eat."

"Take-out then. I'll even bring it to your office."

"That sounds somehow worse."

"I do like your office. Big and ostentatious enough for me to fly circles above your head." Hawks snickered.

Endeavor sighed. "You should go back to bed. I can still smell some of the Euphorics on you." His lips pressed in a thin line, perhaps not meaning to let it slip that he had correctly guessed what was wrong with the younger hero, but his eyes hardened when he saw the clear recognition in the omega's golden eyes. "Those things can ruin your scenting processors and throw your pheromones off for weeks if you're not careful. There has been a tainted batch circulating the clubs. Just be careful."

Hawks’ chest fluttered. He wanted to defend himself, but realized Endeavor's tone was without judgment. Merely concern.

He could've easily made a jab at him, but the fight wasn't there. "Noted. How do you-?"

"Tsukauchi keeps me in the loop on what's going on around Musutafu, and I make it a point to be informed." Endeavor paused. He rubbed at the stubble on his chin. "I also experimented for a very brief time in my life when I was younger. Some scents you always remember."

"Wait- you mean to tell me you partied at one point in your life?" Hawks laughed, entirely amused. "Big Todoroki-san gettin down at the club?"

Endeavor bristled and waved away the comment in clear dismissal. "Don't let your mind run wild. I've said my peace, and now I need to get ready."

Hawks grinned with delicious mental picture that was still very clearly playing in his head. He remembered what Endeavor had looked like as a young hero on TV, and imagining an even younger version as a part of the party scene was entertaining. A good distraction from how lousy he felt.

Endeavor left the room while checking over his phone.

The winged omega eventually sauntered back to bed with a refilled glass of water. He walked slowly, his feathers taking in the vibrations of the apartment. He could hear the older hero in the shower of the master bathroom and wondered how he had gotten to a place where he had stayed over in his childhood idol's space.

It was a beautiful apartment; sleek, modern, and definitely built for utility and comfort.

Life is truly strange. Hawks contemplated while he stared up at the ceiling.

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*

Hawks slept into the late afternoon, well past his set alarm.

The bottle of painkillers were set on the nightstand beside him with a protein bar and an electrolyte drink. It unnerved him that he had slept through Endeavor apparently entering and leaving the items out for him, but he felt safe and relaxed in a form he hadn't experienced for weeks.

Months, even.

Hawks frowned and checked his phone. He messaged his sidekicks his ETA for the evening and scrolled through the news. He logged into his Hero Network account, relieved to see nothing was pressing his immediate attention.

There were no texts from Dabi.

Hawks wasn't expecting any sweet messages of concern or check-ins, but something about the lack of communication after the night didn't rub the right way.

So he devised other plans.

Endeavor had shown a facet of himself that intrigued Hawks and helped spur on the desires he had to get closer to the older alpha. Befriend or bed him, he didn't care which, but Hawks had a distinct distrust for the Commission in completely eliminating the League of Villains.

It would only make sense to have Endeavor on his side when the eventual attack would take place. In the meantime, he needed to obtain the alpha's trust. Slip him information casually to help him prepare for when the inevitable showdown would take place.

He had his eyes set clearly on a new focus to help achieve his goal.

One where he wouldn’t have to solely rely on the Commission.