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Why the hell did Shigaraki have to drone on so fucking long? Dabi wasn’t sure if he could keep himself awake much longer. All Might this, All For One that. Guy was a broken fuckin’ record, and Dabi felt like he needed a shot of caffeine just to get through twenty minutes.
Need to focus on something else, or I’m gonna crash. He rested his chin on his hand and looked around the table. No one else seemed that invested in their glorious leader’s ranting, so that wasn’t much help.
Dabi let his mind drift when something glinted at the corner of his eye. He tilted his head to see Toga playing with one of her knives. She pressed the tip to the table and wiggled it back and forth by the grip, eyes focused somewhere far, far away. There was a dreamy smile on her face, and Dabi hazarded he didn’t want to know where Toga was.
The sun was setting outside their meeting room, and the way it struck the blade made it look red. Dabi arched a brow, and the memory of Hawks pressing one of his sharpened primaries to his throat reared up.
The look in Hawks’ eye, the sheer indignation that Dabi would change rules mid-game, had been a real treat. And the fact that Hawks seemed willing to split Dabi’s throat had definitely had a hand in what came after. Which come to think of it, Dabi hadn’t really paid Hawks back for any of that, had he? Such a shame.
Hawks seemed content to believe Dabi was only dangerous when ignited, but there were other ways to pinion a bird after all. Much more interesting ways.
Dabi dropped his hands to the wooden table and pushed himself up. Attention turned to him, and Shigaraki rasped something in his direction. Dabi didn’t really give a damn. He’d roast Shigaraki before the bastard even closed the distance between them.
Dabi waved his hand and made his way to the door. “I’m taking off. I’ve got some recruitment shit tonight.”
There were complaints at his back, but Dabi knew without Kurogiri there, none of them would dare come at him. Maybe Toga, but she would have thought it was a fun little game. Shigaraki remained silent.
Dabi’s boots were heavy in the hall as he made his way outside, slipping his fresh burner phone from his pocket and scrolling through his messenger. There were no silly nicknames, no codes, just one word: Him.
You free tonight?
Dabi walked away from their building and settled against the low concrete wall that separated the parking lot. He pulled out his cigarettes and lit up while he waited. It was a slow hero day, or so the news said, so he imagined Hawks wouldn’t keep him long. The guy had that “too fast for his own good” thing dead to rights, but even when Dabi knew what kept his little bird late, he still liked to ruffle the bastard’s feathers. Made their game more fun. Gave Dabi something to do.
The thing with Hawks was destined to crumble. Even if Hawks was serious about turning sides, he was still too goddamn noble. He could say he was playing the system all he wanted, but Dabi knew a man that sought approval when he saw him. His fingers twitched around his cigarette. Fuck did he know that kinda man.
Hawks wanted to be a hero, he breathed it. Dabi had no idea what happened in the guy’s life to make him have such a desperation, but it was so encompassing, so deep that it was swallowing Hawks. And like anything swallowed, eventually it would be digested.
The phone pinged, and Dabi turned it over to see his question met with another question.
Business or pleasure?
Dabi smirked and could imagine Hawks’ sharp eyes peering at the screen as he tried to gauge what sort of rendezvous to plan for. All the cute little contingency plans running through his birdie’s head. He tapped out his response. Pleasure.
He sat the phone against his thigh and sucked the last of his cigarette into his lungs. The smoke curled inside of him, and the nicotine rushed through his system. It brought a heat to his core. Warmth had never suited him, but he embraced it because what else was there to do with it? His own internals felt wrong when he super heated his body to use his quirk. It all felt… wrong.
It hurt. It burned.
It… killed him a little more each time.
He dropped the butt of his cigarette and tamped it out with his heel. It didn’t really matter. Everything at this point was killing him. The League, his quirk, whatever he took into his body, even Hawks. Dabi had been running out of time ever since he woke up from that coma. Ever since they put him back together.
He just needed to make the most of what he had left. Little as it was. No use in holding back. Indulge.
The phone vibrated again. I’m free.
Dabi chuckled at the wording. “No, little bird, you’re not.” Neither of them were, but they each sat in a different sort of cage. Dabi’s was dented and rusted with space for him to wiggle out, but he just couldn’t manage to force himself through. Hawks’ cage was gilded, glittering in the sun with an unlocked door that he only needed to push open.
Both of them needed to force themselves out of their prisons, yet neither of them could even take a step. Dabi smiled at the irony and felt warmth flow down his cheek. It smelled like copper.
~*~
Maybe five minutes after slipping inside his apartment, Dabi heard Hawks land on the balcony. Dabi had changed locations since the first handful of times they fucked. It was his usual method, stay in one spot a few weeks, cause a little too much structural damage here and there, flee to the next spot. He liked it, kept him busy. Plus, it was fun to hear Hawks bitch if Dabi didn’t get him the new address, and he showed up for a late night “meet” and there was nothing but a burned out husk to greet him.
Dabi hummed and answered the door. Hawks peered at him and stepped inside, brushing off his jacket. The hero looked rested for once, so it must have been a slow day. There was amusement still in his eyes this late into the evening, a good sign. He’d put up with Dabi’s bullshit then.
“Hey, little bird.” Dabi shut the door and moved to press Hawks against the wall beside it, leaning into his space. He could smell ozone and sweat. “Long day?”
“No, boring.” Hawks shifted to accommodate his wings in the cramped space.
“Oh, well, it’s about to get exciting.” Dabi grinned and pressed their lips together.
It was a lazy sort of kiss that saw Dabi slipping his tongue into Hawks’ mouth with little hindrance. Hawks seemed invested as his hands wrapped around Dabi’s neck to play in his hair. Dabi pressed a little closer, slipping his hand into his back pocket.
Hawks tasted like canned coffee and udon. He must have grabbed something before heading to Dabi. That was fine, he needed the calories. Dabi withdrew the switchblade in a slow motion, knowing Hawks’ stupid feathers would pick up on it in a flash. He ground his hips against Hawks, making him gasp to hide the flick of the blade before he drug the flat edge against Hawks’ cheek.
Hawk’s eyes snapped open, his pupils dangerous slits as they focused on Dabi through his visor. The look was predatory, and Hawks’ wings flared out in a threat.
Dabi grinned and licked Hawks’ lips. “What? Don’t like your own medicine?” He chuckled dark and rich. “I’m not gonna cut you.” Much.
Hawks’ brows furrowed, but there was a nervousness in his eyes; something Dabi didn’t see very often. Hawks was great at masking his emotions, usually hiding behind that aloof clown facade of his. But Dabi knew what to look for.
Hawks whispered, dangerous, “Dabi...”
The grin widened until Dabi felt it strain his stitches. “Don’t trust me, birdie?”
Hawks’ eyes hardened, and he lowered his head. “Not in the slightest.”
Dabi laughed harder, bracing his free arm by Hawks’ head and skimming the sharp edge of the knife along the swell of Hawks’ cheek. He tilted his head and brushed his thumb along the mark. A paper cut really. “You want fucked tonight or not, pretty bird?”
Hawks blinked and his expression remained difficult to decipher, but Dabi knew the hero well enough to know they were similar. Both of them craved things they shouldn’t, things they could never have. They were both masochists seeking stimulation. But only one of them was a sadist.
Dabi pressed their chests together and lifted the visor with his free hand. He whispered, voice husky with want, “Come on, birdie, we both know you have a death wish.” Same one as me.
Hawks shivered and his pupils dilated. “Yeah, but I'm not stupid, Dabi.”
Dabi pressed his mouth against Hawks’ pulse and grinned. He snickered hard enough to make his shoulders shake. “You have dinner with me, meet me in abandoned locations, and you sleep with me regularly. Sometimes even actual sleep!” He pulled back enough to catch a glimpse of Hawks’ eye. “And you don’t think you’re stupid, Hawks?”
Hawks groaned in irritation, “Shut up.”
Dabi pushed away from the wall and Hawks, nodding toward the bed. “Get on the bed, Hawks.” He watched Hawks kick off his boots and start across the floor. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll make all this worth it.”
Hawks rolled his eyes and placed his headphones on the table. His hands went to his belt when Dabi drug the switchblade through the material of his jacket. It split with some effort, the material was thick, and Hawks flared his wings away.
He shouted, “Dabi!”
Dabi cut the fabric free of the wings, mindful of the feathers, and tossed it in a heap on the floor. He leaned in to breathe against Hawks’ ear, “You have a dozen of these. What’s one I cut up?”
Hawks shivered and Dabi took the time to press his hand into the small of Hawks’ back. The skin was warm through the flight suit and shirt. Dabi ghosted his fingers along Hawks’ spine. Well, maybe there was one bit of warmth Dabi didn’t mind.
He shoved Hawks onto the bed and let him turn over. Hawks stared up at him with indignation and lust warring in his expression. It was always cute to watch the emotions through the hero. Like he was weighing everything they were about to do, but still choosing to go ahead with it. Did bedding Dabi weigh on Hawks’ conscience? Did he feel all the blood and ash Dabi spilled rain down on him when they fucked?
Another look saw Hawks lick his lips, his eyes cloudy with lust.
Maybe Hawks felt guilt for what they did, but it didn’t seem to Dabi he was feeling it right then. His eyes flickered to Hawks’ wings, noting how they fluffed at the edges and trembled. Being wanted, desired, still left Dabi reeling. No one had ever looked at him like Hawks did. No one acted like Hawks with him. He wanted to keep this for as long as he could.
Dabi tossed a leg over Hawks’ waist and pushed him down. Hawks went with a compliance Dabi had never seen. Hawks could say he didn’t trust Dabi, but there was something in going to bed with a man like him. Willingly giving up control and his own safety for sex. And as much as he didn’t want to analyze it, Dabi knew they had a small kindling of trust between them. Both of them were trying to shield it from the wind, blowing on its embers, hoping it would catch.
Dabi only hoped when it did, it didn’t use them as fuel.
He drew the switchblade over Hawks’ shirt, splitting it from collar to hem. He cut the sleeves and tossed it to the floor. The flight suit went next, peeling off like a second skin. While he worked, Dabi made sure to skim the very edge of the knife over Hawks’ abdomen and ribs.
Hawks shivered and let out a wriggled when Dabi stripped away the last bit of the suit. His eyes were lust blown, and he panted, all his focus on Dabi. The cocky grin reappeared, and Hawks murmured, “You’re gonna loan me somethin’ to wear home tonight, right?”
Dabi grinned and shifted down Hawk’s waist to yank his pants off. Those disappeared into the pile, and Dabi pressed the heel of his palm to Hawks’ straining groin.
He made eye contact, watching Hawks writhe. He had no right to look that pretty. “You think you’re goin’ home tonight, hero? Ha. Maybe you can fly home naked in the morning.”
Hawks arched into Dabi’s hand, eyes hooded. “I’ll just swipe one of your shirts then.”
Oh, that idea had no right to sound so fucking hot. Hawks in one of Dabi’s shirts? Sure, they’d have to do something about his wings, but the image was so tantalizing Dabi lost his concentration for a minute.
He found his voice and slit the leg of Hawks’ boxers. “I’d like to see you try, pigeon.” He cut the other side and yanked the material off, leaving Hawks exposed.
Hawks was already half hard, and Dabi had a horrible idea. He flipped the switchblade over and pressed the blunt edge against Hawks’ cock. Either he was right that Hawks was the same brand of adrenaline junkie as him, or Hawks would deflate and they’d spend the night bitching at each other. Either way sounded fun.
Hawks’ entire body quaked. “Dabi...”
Well that was a telling bit of information. Dabi hummed, “Relax, birdie. I like this part of you. Might even be my favorite part. I ain’t gonna cut it off.” He stroked the sensitive skin with a little more insistence.
Hawks’ breathing sped up while a warm flush mottled the skin of his chest and along his neck. It made Dabi preen while he skimmed the knife along Hawk’s chest. He made sure to keep eye contact while he scraped the blunt edge over one of Hawks’ nipples.
“Fuck!” Hawks jerked, and Dabi shushed him with a finger to his lips. “Dabi, you...” He trembled, eyes pleading. “Dabi.”
Dabi laughed and let the knife trail back down toward Hawks’ cock. “You really are a kinky little freak, Hawks.”
Hawks bared his teeth and made a very avian noise. Dabi tutted and ran the knife against Hawks’ now rigid cock. Precum rolled down the tip, and Dabi swiped his fingers through it, coating the knife edge.
Hawks whimpered and wriggled, moving to sit up. “That’s enough, Dabi. I-” He gripped Dabi’s wrist.
Dabi pressed his free hand to Hawks’ abdomen and heated it enough to leave a print. Hawks jerked and sank back against the bedding, panting. His hips shuddered.
“Careful, birdie.” Dabi emphasized his words by stroking the knife a little faster. “I might slip.”
Hawks whined, “Dabi, please...”
There was something in dragging Hawks down to begging. The way his sunny eyes looked clouded with need, and the way his breath came out in rapid pants. Dabi loved it. It was a better high than anything else he’d tried, and seeing Hawks under him, at his mercy. Well.
He was a villain after all.
The slow, torturous slide of the switchblade against Hawks’ cock continued. Interspersed, Dabi bent forward and kissed his captured bird. He groped Hawks’ chest, his ribs, left heated marks along his skin. Hawks continued to plead with him, to squirm. The sight made Dabi ache as his cock pressed against his zipper.
It was too much even for him, and he shifted off of the bed to pull his shirt off. Hawks watched, his raptor eyes darting with every flick of motion. Dabi smiled at him as he undid his jeans, dropping them and his underwear in one go. The way Hawks’ eyes watched him with rapt attention always made Dabi feel... attractive. Like there was more than his scars.
Hawks, number two hero of Japan, stared at him, some unknown degenerate with a pedigree to put the bird to shame, like he was in love. And maybe it was? Maybe it was some fucked up concept for the two of them. Maybe it was more than just getting off. Who knew? Dabi never tended to want to analyze it more than necessary. Made his skin crawl.
Dabi collected the bottle of lube and went without a condom this time. They’d been breaking the last few with his piercing anyways. Besides it wasn't like he was rolling in offers.
“You ready, birdie?” Dabi stroked himself and watched Hawks nod. “Good.”
He pressed into Hawks and squeezed his hip. Hawks whimpered under him and arched. Dabi shifted and pressed the knife along Hawks’ skin in no discernible pattern while he fucked him. The pace was slower than normal given the lack of proper leverage, but Dabi still managed to hit deep each time.
It seemed the added stimulation, the rush of potentially being cut, did something for Hawks. His hands gripped Dabi’s shoulders, nails digging in. His eyes followed the trail of the knife and a few paper thin cuts appeared. One near his shoulder wept a little, and Dabi craned his neck to lap at it. The blood almost tasted... sweet.
Hawks hissed, “Bastard!”
“You know it, pretty bird.” Dabi grinned and kept going.
Hawks’ eyes slipped shut, and he whined, arching his back. His head fell to the side, and a wonderful idea came to Dabi’s mind. He turned the knife and drew the blunt edge across Hawks’ throat in a quick, clean swipe.
Hawks let out a sound Dabi had never heard, and his back arched off the bed hard enough it bucked Dabi. Hawks’ wings spread wide around them, knocking things over on the bedside table. And, to Dabi’s surprise, Hawks came.
Hawks’ muscles clenched so tight around Dabi he couldn’t move. He winced and squirmed, watching as enraptured, cloudy eyes turned enraged when they focused on him. Oh, that was cute.
“Dabi, you sick son of a bitch...”
Dabi grinned as Hawks berated him, his walls still convulsing though without their death grip. Dabi jammed the switchblade in the pillow by Hawks’ head, watching with delight when Hawks stiffened.
“Oh, little bird.” Dabi claimed Hawks’ mouth and slammed his hips home a few more times. He caught Hawks’ chin and breathed, “Fuck, Hawks, you look so pretty.” He bit Hawks’ mouth hard enough to draw blood and lapped at the mark. His hips stuttered.
Hawks whimpered, but clung to Dabi, sweat slicking his hair to his forehead. “Dabi...”
Hawks quaked around Dabi again, and this time Dabi pitched over the edge. He came hard and drug Hawks against himself, burying his face against his neck. He could smell the wisps of Hawks’ cologne.
When the euphoria washed away, Dabi collapsed onto Hawks, panting. He could hear Hawks drawing in a breath under him and burrowed his face a little closer into the hero’s hair. He nipped at Hawks’ ear, flicking his tongue against the stud in the lobe.
Hawks grunted, “Dabi, get off.”
Dabi smirked. “I barely weigh anything. Besides I gave you an amazing orgasm. Shouldn’t you be grateful, hero?”
Hawks huffed and patted the small of Dabi’s back. Then he said in a deadpan, “You’re right. Thanks. Now get off.”
Dabi snickered and pushed off of Hawks, easing his cock out. Cum spilled over the sheets, and Hawks shivered. The look was perfect, as close to heaven as someone like Dabi could ever hope to witness.
Hawks sat up with him while Dabi collected his cigarettes, lighting up. He noticed Hawks eye the knife still buried in the pillow.
Dabi took a drag and let it out. “I didn’t cut you seriously.” He watched Hawks look himself over. There was a sense of satisfaction when Hawks ghosted a hand over his neck. “Didn’t use enough pressure, and besides scalpels are better for blood play.”
Hawks let out a breath and leaned against Dabi. “Can we talk about weird bedroom shit sometime? Like stuff to try and avoid? Maybe safe words or something?”
Dabi considered Hawks with a hum. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. Figure out what they both liked, what they’d be willing to try. But that sounded like couple shit, and well… So, fine, they were something. They did this enough that Dabi knew they were something besides the obvious.
But part of the fun with fucking Hawks was dragging out something new and watching him adapt. He was so damn quick.
Dabi took another inhale and crooked his fingers to draw Hawks closer. Ever the pleaser, Hawks leaned in, and Dabi caught the back of his head. They kissed, and Dabi breathed his smoke into Hawks’ mouth, watching it trail between them. Hawks didn’t even gag this time.
“Yeah, we can.” Dabi pushed back and put the cigarette out. “Shower?”
Hawks’ eyes had gone hooded again, and he had that look about him. It reminded Dabi they were skirting a thin line that would give out on them eventually.
Hawks stood up. “Shower sounds great.”
Dabi watched Hawks head into his bathroom and hoped that he had a little more time left. Even if it was just an hour or a day. Just a little more.