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Hawks held the paperwork against his chest as the flapped and fluttered in the wind, threatening to slip away with each flap of his wings but he was used to it. The after noon air feels good against his skin and he feels the warmth of flying too close to the sun- or maybe that was the warmth of knowing he was about to be dropping off these papers to his childhood idol endeavor.
“Oh Endeavor-San!!” He calls out cheekily as he lands on his office balcony. A feather is in his hand before he knows it and he’s jiggling the lock. “I’ve got a present big guy!!” No answer. He spreads his wings and looks up for the first time and the office is empty. Endeavor isn’t here. Fuck.
He scratches his chin as the door clicks open. There weren’t any villian attacks today…right? Probably. He walks inside and collapses onto Endeavor’s chair and spins around. It smells like him. The whole room does.
He can’t help but imagine being on Endeavor’s lap right now. Rubbing their hard ons together, kissing his hot mouth, sucking on his tongue- he inhales deeply as his pants tighten. Fuck him. His wings ruffle and he feels some one walking towards the office doors. He sits up and shakes his dirty head free of thoughts.
“Hawks?” Asks a agency member, head tilted, hands full of paperwork.
“Yup!” Hawks makes a flashy hand movement as he gets up and gathers his paper work he had dropped at some point. “Where’s the big guy at?”
“Home,” the other man answers as he drops his own paper work off at the desk. “He’s always out of the office by this time.”
“Ugh,” hawks ruffles his wings as he opens the balcony door and hops to the railing. “I hate home visits.” As he jumps he gives the agency member a peace sign and he flaps his wings and into the skies he goes again.
…
He doesn’t actually hate home visits. He actually loves them, kinda. He loves breathing in the musky smell of fire and ash and-god he needs to get his head on straight. Hes too horny for his own good but that’s what happened when one got close to their childhood idol who they’ve fantasized about ever since they first popped a boner.
He opens endeavors home office window before hopping in. No one is in here. But he knows endeavor is. Somewhere in the house, deep within, further than Hawks had ever ventured before. Hawks should just drop off the paper work and go home but he doesn’t. He doesn’t and he regrets it.
Into the house he walks, using his wings to guide him towards the heat of people- two. Endeavor and someone else. Deep within the traditional Japanese home Hawks walks, keeping his wings tight to not disturb any decorations. He reaches a sliding door and peeks his head inside, wings flat against the walls, not to alert the people inside.
He doesn’t know why he’s so quiet. This isn’t like him but it feels different tonight. Something is wrong. Usually endeavor would notice his arrival almost instantly and be in his office before he knew it, yelling at him about breaking and entering and- he hears the creak of a bed.
He shivers as he slowly slides open one of the doors, breath lodged into his chest as his eyes focus on what’s inside. First on burnt marks on the floor and the walls and the smell of burnt Cotten and then the bed, burnt and ripped with endeavor on it, on top of a small body, thrusting his large cock in and out, banging the bed just so barely against the wall and Hawks slaps a hand over his mouth to keep himself from making noise.
The small body- he recognized it instantly but it took his brain a minute to really understand what he was seeing. Endeavor, his child hood idol, number one here, was fucking his son. Shoto’s eyes where stuck on a place in the wall, he does not make a sound.
There’s blood- he can smell it then see it. Blood is all over the sheets between his legs and it’s spreading, there’s so much, too much. Shoto’s breath hitches, a noise of pain leaks out before he quickly bites his lips together and clenches his eyes shut for a minute before returning to his lifeless stare. His body is limp but bruised, he’s almost like a doll like this. He makes no attempt to stop his father. He lays there and takes it and- there’s tears at his eyes he briefly sees them form before they are blinked away.
This is rape. This has to be rape. This can’t be consensual. Even if it was it’s fucked. This is so fucked. Endeavor is-
He sees the tears fall down Shoto's cheeks, his eyes are closed. Hawks has never seen someone look so broken, so numb.
Hawks doesn't know what to do. He can’t do anything. He’s frozen in place. Watching Endeavor pound into his own son without worry, watching his cock covered in blood pull out then thrust back in again, seeing glimpses of a abused twitching bleeding anus that’s surrounded by burn marks. His wings flutter, itching to do something, to help or stop it but he doesn't. He just watches. Endeavor grunts, his pace falters before he growls and stills, cumming hawks supposes as a flame pours out from one of his hands and he slams it on the wall, sending black burn marks around.
He pulls out slowly and his limp cock is coated in blood and cum and- there’s a condom on it. He doesn’t know why this surprises him but it does and for a brief moment he thinks about how beautiful endeavors body is and then Shoto’s makes a noise that sends Hawks reeling again until he feels like throwing up. Hawks feels like throwing up, he can taste the vomit in his mouth.
Endeavor has sat up now and is peering down at Shoto, saying something Hawks doesn't hear because he doesn't want to. He doesn’t want to be here. He wants to go back in time before he ever saw. He doesn’t want to know.
Endeavor is mumbling and Shoto looks at him and they have a stare off before Endeavor gets off the bed and slips off the condom, tying it and discarding it into a trash can near by. Endeavor slips into a room connected to this- a bathroom he guesses- and he watches as shoto sits up and pulls his knees to his chest and takes deep breathes, one hand slowly touching his abused entrance before pulling away and looking at the blood at his fingers. Shoto says nothing. He doesn't cry or yell or make any noise. He just stares at the blood, his eyes moving slowly to his own body before looking back to the blood at his fingers. Hawks watches him do this.
Hawks slides the door closed, he’s panting now. He can’t stop himself as he stumbles back and collapses onto the floor. What the Fuck. What the actual fuck. Why? Why did he come here? Why did he watch? Why the fuck does he want to cry and throw up and jerk off at the same time. His feelings of love and affection for endeavor he’s had for years are conflicting with the disgust and anger he’s feeling now and they mix into a terrible mix in his stomach.
He needs to leave but he can't. He just wants to go home and go to sleep and pretend this was nothing but a bad dream but he can't move. He can't breathe.
He hears footsteps and then the door in front of him slides open. Shoto stops, now dressed in his school uniform, hand on the door as he looks down onto Hawks.
Shoto stares. Hawks stares back, not knowing what to do or say or think. Shoto has seen him now, has recognized him and-
"Did you see?” Shoto asks.
Hawks doesn't answer, not at first. Shoto tilts his head to the side, slowly, staring at Hawks. "Did you see?" Shoto asks again.
Hawks gulps, swallowing hard before nodding his head, yes.
Shoto stares. Hawks stares back. There's something in Shoto's stare he's not sure what it is but it doesn't matter because then Shoto nods.
"I don't care," he says, voice calm, the words clear and sharp like he's rehearsed them but they feel real. Hawks can feel them. “Don’t tell anyone,” Shoto adds quickly, looking away. “Please,” his voice cracks then, some his cold expression falls and his eyes glass over for a moment.
Hawks wants to say something comforting, he wants to comfort Shoto and hug him and tell him everything will be okay but he can't because everything isn't okay. Nothing will ever be okay. How the hell would it ever be okay? It didn’t seem like this was the first time. How long has this been going on? What else does Hawks not know about?
Hawks wants to vomit. He doesn't. Instead he says "I won't."
Shoto stares at him then looks down the hallway then back. “I’m leaving,” he says, point blank, and Hawks nods. Shoto disappears down the hallway and Hawks says fuck. Again and again he hits his head off the hallway wall and flexes his wings and drags his talons down his face.
The door opens behind him. He doesn’t turn to look.
"Hawks," endeavor growls in his deep, husky voice, thick with authority, dripping with anger. "Why are you in my home?"
Hawks can't bring himself to look at endeavor. He's too scared, he doesn't know what he'll do. "I had to drop off your paperwork, big guy,” he laughs, tries to at least but his voice cracks. “You weren't in your office so I just-" he chokes, the words catch in his throat. He tries again, "I just came in, you know…like I always do." he forces himself to say, waving his hand around dismissively and he doesn't know why. Why is he even pretending. This is so fucked.
Endeavor doesn't say anything but hawks can feel him, feel his gaze. He slowly turns, trying his best to keep his expression normal, not letting his face contort into something pained or sick. He can't look endeavor in the eyes, he's scared of what he'll see.
He stares a endeavor’s chest, fully clothed now. He feels his gaze though, can feel it in his bones. “How long?” Hawks asks suddenly, biting his tongue after ward. He shouldn't. He should just run away, fly as fast as he can, go back to his agency and pretend he saw nothing. He has to know. He needs to know. He needs to be able to stop this. He can't stop this. He doesn't think he can but he has to try.
Endeavor doesn't say anything for a moment, as if considering his words carefully. “I don’t know,” Endeavor states then, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again.
“You don’t know?” Hawks hisses out, nails digging in his own palms. “You…do you do this with all your kids?”
“of course not!” Endeavor booms then, anger seething out and a flame rises from his hand before it quickly disappears. “Why the hell would I?” He says like Hawks is the crazy one here. Like endeavor thought Hawks was so fucking sick for even suggesting such a thing.
“Just Shoto?” Hawks gulps.
“just Shoto.” Endeavor nods.
“I…I’m going to throw up-” hawks pushes past Endeavor and he’s over the trash can by the bed in a minute, heaving up his lunch. Endeavor says nothing as Hawks whole world crumples around him.
“You’re raping him,” Hawks spits out between each gag. “You’re sick. You so fucking sick and yet-” he shivers, his wings protectively curl around him. “You can’t… you can’t anymore- please why? Why are you doing this?”
“If I don’t,” endeavor looks away, “I explode.”
“So why him?? There’s so many people who would pay to hop on your cock-” him included not so long ago “why the fuck would you even-” he throws up again, “he’s just a kid. He’s your kid.”
“I know.”
Hawks lays his head against the trash can as the floor spins. “I’ll tell,” he says, coughs out. “I’m going to tell everyone. You’ve torn my whole world apart what the fuck am I supposed to do now?”
The room is quiet.
“No more,” he says. “Don’t touch him again,” his wings flex and he glares. “I won’t let you-”
“You can’t stop me,” endeavor says and Hawks falls apart again into putty.
“I can. If I wanted to, I think, I should be able to,” hawks rambles before grasping onto Endeavor’s pant’s legs. “I’ll do it- you can have me,” Hawks rips endeavor’s pants with how hard he’s grasping. “Take me and leave him out! Please- I can’t- you can’t- this isn’t right.”
“I’d destroy you,” endeavor says as if he was talking about the weather.
“You’ve destroyed him!” Hawks growls. “He’s your own fucking kid and you just…you just take and take and you don’t even care. Wait- is that it? Is it because he’s your kid that you do it?!-”
“No!” Fire flames around him, his wings protect him. “It’s him because he can take it- he won’t break underneath me.”
“I won’t either,” Hawk says, head against his legs now, “I won’t so take me instead.”
He should tell someone. He should tell everyone. But the world is a cruel place and without number one where would they be? Without all all might now and endeavor? There'd be nothing left. No- stop he shouldn’t think about this. Fuck the world. They deserve to know. His heart crumples and all he can do is watch the floor swirl at his feet.
“Fine,” endeavor says, huffs, a stream of hot air blasts along Hawk’s face. “Be here tomorrow, same time.”
Endeavor turns and walks away, hawks let’s go of his pants.
“Let yourself out.”
Hawks says nothing but when endeavor leaves he falls onto the floor like a sack of potatoes and stares at the ceiling until his vision blurs and he can’t even remember what the fuck he’s even thinking about.