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Spring Fever.
For most people that meant a sudden burst of energy, used for cleaning out the house, redecorating, planting, etc. It rarely meant an actual fever. Let alone one of 37 Celsius.
Unless you were the Pro Hero Hawks.
Hawks groaned aloud, the sound echoing around his empty loft. His skin prickled under the blanket flushed red with fever. He ached down to his semi-hollow bones and concentrating on anything for more than a few minutes made the world spin like a demented carousel. Flying like this was out of the question as was patrolling.
The first few weeks of spring always kicked his ass. First, the fever for nearly a week followed by an almost manic energy spike that accompanied days of little sleep, little rest, and a lot of work done.
The Commission always tried to mitigate the time he spent under several blankets, shivering, and flushed with fever, but they never got it right. Shot after shot, nasty drink after nasty drink, most of them making him puke, it never helped. After the last time, where he ended up in the hospital for three weeks after receiving their latest shot, they let the issue go and worked around it as best they could.
Hawks managed to call the Commission and inform them of his incapacitation. Then shot off a text to his boyfriend.
Me: sorry bb. Gonna be out of commission for a while.
Hawks only just put his phone down when it lit up in a series of dings. Hawks blinked at the influx of messages coming in, most not even ten seconds apart.
BBBird: Are you ok?
BBBird: Are you hurt?
BBBird: Was it a mission thing?
BBBird: Do you need anything?
BBBird: Should I come over?
BBBird: I’m coming over.
Hawks scrambled to come up with some sort of response. It was seven in the morning. Devoe had work, he couldn’t just drop it to come over for some silly fever.
Hawks would be fine. He had always been fine. Hawks could take care of himself. He typed out as much.
The reply took a bit longer this time. Long enough to worry that his message had been too firm. Did Devoe think he was yelling at him?
The phone buzzed in his hand.
BBBird: Too late. Already omw.
BBBird: Be prepared to be fussed over.
Hawks snorted at the message. He hovered his fingers over the screen, trying to will himself to type some sort of protest. Though that was difficult when the screen seemed to grow blurry before his eyes.
Hawks wiped his face irritably. The brightness of the phone screen irritated his eyes, that was why they were watering. No other reason.
Me: Stubborn
BBBird: Yep
Hawks supposed he dozed off soon after sending the text because the next thing he knew his doorbell was ringing.
The simple act of bringing his legs down to the floor made the room spin. Hawks shivered, and grabbed the sheets, bundling himself up as best he could.
To his credit, he made it to his couch in the living room before collapsing in a heap on it. The modern monstrosity had very little give to it, made for looking nice not for anyone to actually sit in.
The doorbell rang again, somehow managing to sound a little panicked.
Hawks concentrated, focusing on manipulating one feather. Carefully it wobbled through the air to unlock the door.
“Hawks?” Devoe’s voice floated through the air, concern coloring his tone. He couldn’t bring himself to answer. The effort of walking, then controlling a feather left him breathless, with a pounding headache starting up at his temples.
Blearily, he watched as the feather made it's way back to him, Devoe rounding the corner not a second after.
Devoe’s hair was up in a messy bun, a black facemask on, a black thin sweater covering his arms, and his customary black gloves. The gloves and sweater were to cover the intricate tattoo work on his chest, shoulders, arms, and neck. Tattoos were more accepted in public than they had been in the past, but they still carried a stigma with certain people and Devoe preferred not to be gawked at. He carried a bulky, dark brown messenger bag and dark eyes scanned the room before they fell on the lump of blankets that was Hawks.
With some maneuvering, he managed to pop his head out of the tangled blanket.
“Hey baby bird,” he tried to conjure up some of his cheerful sarcasm, “come here often?”
“Hawks,” Devoe inspected him carefully, eyebrows furrowed over the mask. “You look horrible.”
“It’s always great to have such a nice, caring boyfriend.” Hawks grumbled, sinking back into the warmth of the blankets.
Hawks heard the sound of displaced air as Devoe moved closer. A hand lay on the pile of blankets, no doubt Devoe trying to guess where his head was. A heady, rich scent filled Hawks’ senses, causing him to pop back out of the pile without conscious thought. He couldn’t really describe it. The scent was fresh and sweet, potent enough that Hawks could almost taste it on his tongue. Where was it coming from?
“Hawks?” Hawks blinked a couple of times, squinting. Devoe was only a couple of feet away, staring down at him in concern.
It was him. He smelled-Hawks raised his head a little more to sniff the air-Devoe smelled really good. He usually smelled like ink and whatever hair product he used that week. Was it a new cologne? Unlikely, Devoe never wore the stuff.
“Hawks?” Devoe said again. “You ok, sunset?”
“I-yeah. You smell really nice.”
“Really?” Devoe pulled down his mask and sniffed his shirt and shrugged. “I don’t smell anything,” He came closer, pulling the blanket down a bit to further free Hawks’ head. “You look flushed, sunset. You take your temperature?”
“No,” Hawks said. He was still sniffing at the air, trying to take in more of that delicious scent. “Don’t need to.”
“Why not?” Devoe folded his arms, pinning him with a look. Not for the first time, Hawks was reminded of how a mother disciplined their child.
“Nothing helps. No medicine, ice packs, nothing reduces the fever.” Hawks chuckled weakly. “It comes in spring, every year like clockwork baby bird. It’s nothing new.”
Devoe seemed unconvinced.
“I’m fine, baby bird.” Hawks sat up, though it took more energy than he expected. “Just a few days of fever and I’ll be back at your place annoying you while you draw.”
Devoe frowned but nodded. “Ok,” he said slowly, “Still, I’d like to stay and keep an eye on you if that’s ok?”
“You don’t have to,” Hawks protested. “Don’t you have work?”
“I’ll call out. I didn’t have any appointments scheduled for today anyway.” Devoe dropped his bag on a nearby chair and started fishing through it, taking out a tablet, “Besides, I have commissions to work on.”
“It’ll be boring,” Hawks pointed out, ignoring the way his heart beat just a bit faster at the prospect of not being alone for this stupid fever. “There’s nothing to do but wait it out. And I know you’ll just mother me the whole time. You’d get more done if,”
“Sunset,” Devoe interrupted, catching Hawks’ hand. Hawks stopped, watching with a flushed face and slightly glassy eyes as Devoe leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. “Let me take care of you?”
“I-you don’t need to,” Hawks tried to argue, but it was clear he wasn’t winning this fight. Gloved hands cupped his face and Devoe gave him a soft, fond look that made all his bones melt and his stomach do its best impression of a horde of butterflies.
“But I want to.”
He couldn’t argue with that. So, he just huffed and settled back into the heap of blankets. If he was blushing it was because of the fever. That was it. Really.
“Come on, chicken strip.” With little warning, Devoe scooped him up bridal style. Hawks’ indignant squawk was lost in the bundle of blankets. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
With how soft Devoe normally acted it frequently slipped Hawks’ mind just how strong he was. Being over 180cm he was about a head and a half taller than Hawks with broad arms, broad shoulders, and thick thighs. Being held like this was nice. Being protected wasn’t something Hawks was used to, but he couldn’t deny how nice it felt.
Too soon, they made it back to Hawks’ bedroom. Devoe deposited him carefully onto the bed, looking around the bedroom.
“I always forget just how big your bed is.”
“It's not that big,” Hawks said distractedly. His fever was still present, but the shivering had stopped. That was odd, he tried to figure it out but the blankets, Hawks took a deep sniff. The blankets reeked of Devoe’s scent now. That pleasant, fresh scent he could taste. So good. Hawks squeezed his thighs together, feeling the twitch of his cock as he inhaled.
The scent-the scent of his mate.
Wait. Mate?
He’d never referred to a lover as a mate before. Why was he getting aroused over a smell? What was going on? This wasn’t how these fevers went.
“Can you keep anything down?” Devoe asked, taking off the gloves and mask and placing them neatly on the dresser.
“Yeah,” Hawks mumbled, detangling himself reluctantly from his warm nest. Maybe some distance from it would clear his head a bit. “Yeah, just don’t feel like eating.”
“Ok,” Devoe approached the bed and gently cupped Hawks’ face, pressing his lips to Hawks’ forehead. An involuntary moan tried to leave his throat that Hawks managed to catch and strangle.
Heat. Nothing like the aching burn he’d dealt with since waking, but a comforting, surrounding, gentle heat. Like being held close and protected from all the horrible, unsightly things in the world. It flowed through him, starting where Devoe had touched bare skin and replacing the ache in his bones.
His cock seemed to like it too, as it fully hardened in what felt like seconds. Everything suddenly became too much. The softness of the blanket he was still tangled up in left goosebumps on his skin, the soaked cotton of his underwear rubbing against his erection made his hips twitch without conscious control. And Devoe’s touch, Hawks inhaled shakily, god, it lit a fire deep in his gut.
He was hardly aware he was leaning forward until Devoe caught him.
“Whoa there,” Devoe said, holding him by the shoulder, righting him before pulling his hands away. Hawks nearly whined at the loss, “You feeling dizzy? It was like you got warmer. Is that normal?”
“I-I’m fine, songbird,” Hawks responded, a bit breathless. He wanted those hands back on him. Touching him, stroking his skin and his cock. He needed it.
Hawks shook his head, trying to clear it. Why was this happening? This had never happened before.
Hawks stared at Devoe, trying to rein himself in from doing something…. alarming. Golden eyes stared at the nape of his neck, tracking the peek of brown skin peeking out from beneath his sweater. The sweater was thin and worn, the product of far too many cycles in the washing machine. It stretched over Devoe’s broad frame, dipping lower than it was supposed to by his chest. Colorful ink peeked out from beneath the sweater.
His marks would distort the ink a bit. But Hawks knew from experience that they would be fully visible. His bite would look best right at that spot where Devoe’s shoulder and neck met.
“Maybe a cool shower will make you feel a bit better, sunset.” Devoe sat next to Hawks on the bed. He reached out to feel Hawks’ forehead, “I think you’ve gotten redder since I got here,”
He didn’t remember moving. All he could think about was the skin beneath that shirt. How much he wanted it between his teeth.
“Hawks, what-”
Devoe was suddenly below him, wrists pinned the bed, Hawks’ teeth worrying that delectable skin.
“Hawks! What are you doing?”
“Fuck,” Hawks groaned, inhaling Devoe’s scent. “Fuck, I-I don’t know what’s happening. I can’t,” Hawks couldn’t stop his hips from grinding down on Devoe’s thighs, a low growl rumbling in the back of his throat. “I can’t stop. Want you so bad.”
“You have a fever,” Devoe pulled at his trapped wrists, not enough to break Hawks’ grip but the jolt was enough to shake him somewhat. Hawks sat up, breath heaving like he’d run miles. Devoe sat up as well, eyeing him warily.
“I don’t-I can’t hold myself back for long,” Hawks panted, “You need to go,” Even the thought of his love, his mate, leaving him made a rock sink in his gut. But he didn’t sign up for-whatever this was.
He could deal with this. He’d be fine. He had always been fine.
Devoe cupped his face between his hands. “Look at me,” he waited until Hawks met his eyes before continuing. “I said I’d take care of you, remember?”
“But,” Hawks’ protests were silenced but a kiss. It was short and achingly sweet. It only stoked that ever-growing fire in his belly. He wanted more, needed more, but he had to be certain, “Lovebird, are you sure?”
“I won’t lie, this is a little weird for me, but I think you need this, and I trust you.” He kissed Hawks again, deeper this time, tongue pressing against teeth.
The fraying threads of his control snapped. All he could focus on was the need, the ever present burning throughout his body that only his mate could satiate.
He surged forward, gripping Devoe tightly for a biting kiss. Large hands wandered down from his face to trace his stomach, leaving a blazing trail of heat with every touch. Everything was too much, his skin oversensitive and aching, from the light grazing of Devoe’s nails against his stomach to the drag of his trapped cock against the rough material of Devoe’s jeans.
He wanted more, to feel skin against skin. Right now. He gripped the edge of Devoe’s worn sweater and pulled. The sound of fabric tearing did little to distract from the expanse of skin now ready and available to his teeth and tongue.
“Hey!” Devoe protested though it lost most of its sternness when Hawks started leaving biting kisses along Devoe’s chest.
“I’ll-fuck,” Hawks growled, raking his nails down Devoe’s stomach. Those stupid, form-fitting jeans were in the way. He fumbled with the buttons, not willing to separate his mouth from Devoe’s skin, “I’ll buy you new clothes,” he grunted out, losing patience, and just tugging. Buttons scattered across the bed and onto the floor, disappearing from view and relevance.
Clothes were discarded quickly, Hawks’pre soaked underwear joining the pile not two seconds later.
Devoe’s half-hard cock rested among a thatch of dark hair. It was thick and heavy in Hawks’ hands, his thumb stroked at a vein on the side, and he reveled in feeling it jump.
“Fucking-” Devoe choked as Hawks bit down on his chest, wrist twisting, coaxing him to full hardness. “You-ah, just jump straight into it don’t you?” Devoe gripped Hawks’ hair, nails digging into his scalp. The scratching of those nails sent shivers down Hawk’s spine. “At least let me participate,”
A warm hand encircled his aching cock, wet with pre, and slid along it easily, thumbing along the gland. Hawks’ groan was muffled by the mouthful of pec, but his hips twitched forward, following that warm hand. The overwhelming sensation nearly caused him to lose his rhythm on Devoe’s cock. Everything felt so good, his nerves were on fire and all he could do was ride the sensations to their end.
“You’re pretty close already, aren’t you, baby?” Devoe chuckled, breathlessly.
Hawks released his mouthful and tugged Devoe down with his free hand for a dirty, sloppy kiss. Technique didn’t matter as much as having Devoe’s tongue in his mouth. Spit leaked from the corners of their mouths, and the filth of it just made him harder.
“Your touch feels so fucking good,” Hawks moaned into his mouth, “More, touch me more,” His voice wavered and nearly broke once Devoe tightened his grip. “Yeah, yeah, just like that, fuucckkk,” Hawks panted. God, he was already a fucked out mess and they’d just started. His cock leaked pre in a continuous stream, soaking Devoe’s fist and dripping onto the bed.
Fuck, he wanted to be inside. Inside that warm, wet heat, ruining that ass for anyone else.
He managed to free his hand from Devoe’s hair to shove his fingers into Devoe’s mouth.
“Gonna open you up, baby bird,” Hawks snarled, “Suck.”
Devoe obediently opened his mouth, coating Hawks’ fingers with saliva. He looked so pretty, hollowing out his cheeks, sucking on his fingers. He’d look even better with Hawks’ cum all over him face. The thought made him groan, ripping his fingers out to kiss him again.
Fingers probed at his mate’s entrance, one finger circling around that brown pucker, urging him to relax.
“You smell so fucking good, baby bird. Your scent is driving me insane. Need you so bad, want that sexy ass on my cock, want to fill you up with my cum, baby.” Hawks babbled into Devoe’s skin.
Devoe made an interesting sound, something between a squeak and a moan, and fumbled blindly in Hawks’ drawer, grabbing the lube, and pouring it over Hawks’ fingers.
He was so tight, clenching down on Hawks’ fingers. Just imagining that heat around his cock made him shudder. Devoe’s groans filled the air, body tensing with every pass of Hawks’ fingers along his walls. His mouth hung open slightly, pink tongue peeking out between his teeth.
Two fingers became three, then four. When he found the correct spot, Devoe’s back arched, his eyes wide. His hand slapped over his mouth, trying to keep the noises in.
Hawks scowled. “No.” He growled, tugging his mate’s hand away. He wanted to hear his mate scream. “Don’t.” He pressed that spot again for emphasis.
Devoe’s choked out gasp was music to his ears.
“Hawks,” Devoe whined, “stop teasing,”
Hawks growled, his grip on Devoe’s cock firming, squeezing at the base. Listening to his mate beg for him, it just made him hotter, more impatient to be inside him. But first, “Say it,” he snarled. “Say how much you want this,”
Devoe threw his arm over his face, cursing, pounding his fist uselessly against the bed. “Sadistic ass.” He said finally, looking at Hawks. “I want it.” He pleaded, “I want your cock, I want to feel you, baby. Please won’t you let me feel you deep inside me? Please?”
Hawks smirked, “Good boy,”
He wanted to take it slow. He wanted to ease himself into his baby bird, watching his face twist in pleasure. He wanted to, but his body had different ideas.
Hawks entered his mate in one hard thrust, drinking up the moans it produced, biting, and sucking on any part of skin he could reach. His thrusts were erratic but hard and punishing, pushing as deep as possible to chase that itch.
“Mine,” Hawks snarled, “Mine, my mate, all fucking mine,” His fingers dug into the soft flesh of Devoe’s hips as his hips snapped forward. God, his mate was so beautiful, sexy, gorgeous, the way he writhed and cried out when Hawks hit that spot. He would look so good, filled to the brim with Hawks’ seed. Full of cum, wet, and satisfied, smelling-reeking of Hawks so no one else would even glance at what belonged to him.
Hawks came quickly, shuddering in warm, wet heat. It seemed to last forever, grinding against that plump ass, Devoe’s walls clamping down like a vise around his cock.
It wasn’t enough.
The afterglow of orgasm had barely settled in before Hawks found himself thrusting back into that wet, sloppy hole. Devoe shuddered at the sensation, arching his back, his still hard cock leaking between their stomachs and spreading his scent all over Hawks. It was enough to make his mouth water.
“More,” Hawks growled grabbing Devoe’s hips and pulling him down further on his cock. “Need you,”
The amused grin on his face was all the warning Hawks had before Devoe managed to get a hand at the base of his wings. His vision blacked out for a few seconds as intense pleasure rocketed down his spine and his hips snapped forward at a brutal pace.
“If you need me that badly,” Devoe taunted, his voice deepening to a near growl, “Then take me,” Fingers dug into that spot on his back, and Hawks’ arms gave out. All he could do was claw at his mate, gasping in pleasure, burying his cock in and out of his baby bird.
Encouragement was whispered in his ear, “Just like that, sunset. Please, keep going baby, yes,”
Hawks could barely focus on the words, just the tone and the deep timbre in his mate’s voice that always gave him goosebumps and made his brain melt just a bit.
They came at the same time, Devoe’s seed spilling between them, covering them both in that delicious scent. Hawks fucked him through it, relishing the twitching on his still aching cock watching strong, thick arms flex with pleasure, those gorgeous thighs squeezing him and those walls milking him as much as they could.
He almost came again at the sensation.
Words. Time. All of that became secondary. All he could focus on, all he needed was more. More.
Awareness came and went in bursts; he didn’t know how many times he’d come, and he didn’t care. All he needed, all he wanted was his mate. Fucking him so deep, so hard, filling him to the brim with his seed that he would smell like Hawks for days.
Devoe was bent at an angle that couldn’t be comfortable, spine arched back and Hawks’ fisting his hair. Hawks dug his fingers in the soft flesh of Devoe’s throat as he bit down on his shoulder hard enough to bleed, to leave his mark so no one else even looked at what was his.
The coppery tang in his mouth satisfied him. No one would mistake it for anything else. Hawks lapped up the blood, soothing the mark as much as he could.
Hawks let go of his fistful of hair. He was going to turn Devoe around but the coils of his hair entrapped Hawks’ fingers. In pulling his hand away he yanked Devoe harder than intended.
The cry from his mate’s lips stopped him cold. It was a cry of distress, of pain. His scent spiked, with a sour smell. What happened? What was wrong?
Hawks didn’t resist when his mate grabbed his wrist, though he couldn’t stop his hips from twitching forward as Devoe eased himself off. Devoe did…something. It was hard to pay attention when all he wanted was to thrust back inside him but…something was wrong.
Hawks tried to ask but all that came out were noises. Words were difficult, Hawks tried to grasp at them, but they kept slipping from his mind.
His mate, once finished with Hawks’ hand, looked at him strangely. Was he hurt?
He said something. Something about being glad. Hawks made another concerned noise, a trilling sound that made his mate raise his eyebrows.
His mate opened his arms and Hawks bounded into the embrace without a second thought, nuzzling into his mate’s neck, comforting hums leaving his throat. His mate seemed ok. His scent had gone back to normal.
His cock was still hard and aching, he could help but grind it against that wet hole that still leaked semen and lube.
“Sentimental time over with then? Ok.” Devoe said, breath catching as Hawks probed at his entrance. He leaned in for a kiss, only to groan into it as Hawks entered him again. Hawks didn’t break the kiss as he thrust in and out of his mate, keeping their mouths connected for as long as possible until the need for air interfered.
Devoe fell back onto the bed as the kiss broke. Beautifully deep gasps and groans came from his mouth, his thighs twitching with each roll of Hawks’ hips.
His beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, mate spread out like a delicious, hearty meal all for him. Only for him. No one else would ever see his lovebird like this.
At some point, words came back but Hawks was barely aware of what he was saying.
“Fuuuck, fuckfuckfuck. Goddamnit,” Hawks hauled Devoe’s leg up and over his shoulder to get a deeper angle. He bit and sucked marks onto the leg, digging his fingers in as Devoe cursed, twitching at the feeling of teeth over a sensitive area.
Every cry, every gasp, just drove Hawks more and more insane. The way Hawks could dig his fingers into meaty thighs, the glisten of sweat soaked skin in the sun peeking through the blinds, that throat that begged to be marked by his teeth. With every thrust, the lewd squelch of lube, sweat, and cum filled the air and made him impossibly harder. The base of his cock swelled, causing even more pleasure as it caught against the rim of Devoe’s hole with each thrust.
“You’re so fucking sexy, hummingbird, baby bird, my lovebird, fuck! Gonna fill you up again, and again, and again until you’re filled to the fucking brim.”
Hawks could only focus on his mate’s fucked out gasps and the burn in his stomach that urged him to keep going, going, going.
When he came this time, he snapped his hips as hard as he could, pulling his mate in at the same time. His knot met resistance at first before sliding inside. His cock twitched and spasmed inside his mate, filling him up so well, so deep, that he’d still smell like Hawks a week later. His wings flared, flapping beyond his control, sending feathers everywhere.
His mate lay there, breath coming in deep gasps, splattered in copious white fluid, cock soft against his belly after coming so many times, his hair a wild mess, his hole straining to accommodate Hawks’ knot.
Delicious.
Devoe squirmed on Hawks’ knot, trying to get comfortable, and not really succeeding. Hawks shuddered at the sensation, digging his fingers into the sheets.
Sense was starting to come back in bits and pieces. He was tired, but not satiated. Every minute twitch Devoe made was going straight to his cock. He knew it wasn’t finished. Not even close.
Fuck. How long was this going to last?
“Baby bird,” Hawks managed to gasp out, grasping at the words before they slipped away in a fog. “Ok?”
Devoe blinked a few times, eyes struggling to focus. Brown eyes landed on Hawks and softened. He reached out, making a small noise of need. Hawks leaned forward and down as much as he could, nuzzling and kissing into Devoe’s open palm.
“M’ok,” Devoe mumbled, eyes near closing. “tired,”
Hawks made a hum-like noise at the back of his throat, lowering himself fully on top of Devoe, kissing his chest.
Trembling fingers carded through his hair, making him sigh in contentment. A short rest. To hold his mate close. He could do that. He didn’t remember closing his eyes.