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When the meeting concludes and the rest of the League file out, chatting and mumbling to one another, Dabi's left alone in the room.
Well, at least he thought.
He hadn't bothered to particularly watch his friends leave. But it was still a mild surprise when he saw movement out of his peripheral. Damn it.
He'd been avoiding Hawks for days now. Didn't speak or even look at him once during the meeting. Hell, the entire time he was only thinking about that kiss from when he was dropped off. Dabi isn't sure why - it was only a peck on the cheek, nothing more. It was... just a friendly goodbye. Maybe Hawks did that to other people, too.
After thinking about that it left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't want Hawks to do that to anyone else. But obviously just because it's weird not because he's jealous or anything like that. Why would he be jealous? He didn't even like the bird. Totally.
Dabi's sitting at the bar, tracing his fingers around the rim of his half-full glass, idly tilting the drink slightly with a slight frown. It was just the two of them now and the first time he's been alone with Hawks since that day.
Looking over, he keeps his expression guarded, eyes barely peeking out from over his coat collar, staring at Hawks as the blonde goes to sit on the stool beside him.
As the silence draws on, he studies the hero for a moment. He wasn't even looking at Dabi. It really started to tick him off. Glancing away, he calmly sips from his glass, eyes staring straight ahead at the shelves of liquor.
He really wished he didn't know what Hawks wanted.
Dabi sets his glass down and stands before hopping the counter effortlessly. He collects a clean glass from behind the counter, sets it on top, grabs a bottle of whiskey, and pours a fair amount in. He then busies himself with adding the extra details of Hawks' signature drink of choice, by sprinkling sugar and pouring a small portion of water in with the liquor. He tops it off with a slice of lemon on the edge of the cup and slides it over to the blonde.
Without looking at him, he picks up his own drink again to take another sip.
But he can see Hawks watching Dabi closely, smiling when he collects his drink. "Thanks, big guy."
He purses his lips with the glass still gently brushing against his mouth. Finally, he dips his head in defeat, taking in a deep breath with his eyes closed, muttering a quiet, " Fuck ," under his breath.
"Did it work?" Dabi still doesn't look at him, then clarifies, "The lighter."
Hawks hums, tilting his head as if he weren't paying attention to Dabi's every move. "Huh? Oh, yeah. It worked. Surprisingly well, actually." He smiles gently and puts his drink back down onto the bar.
His attention follows his glass, concentrating on the drops of condensation that cling to the outside of it.
"You're smart, To- Dabi." He chuckles, "a lot smarter than I thought." And pulls the lighter from out of his pocket, sliding it over to Dabi.
It lands right next to his hand, his eyes locking onto it. He picks it up, running his thumb in circles over the cool metal. Dabi heard that slip-up with his name. It wasn't the first time he's heard it, either.
"For being so good in front of cameras and having such a silver-tongue, you sure do slip up a lot." The comment is said with little expression and ends off with him finally looking up at Hawks.
Dabi was observant. He noticed a lot of things, whether that's due to how he was brought up, or what happened for him to become Dabi, it could be either. So of course he noticed the light blush high on the blonde's cheeks that spread to the tips of his ears. He knew it wasn't from the alcohol, either, because he'd barely taken two sips.
"You can't blame me, right?" Hawks chuckles nervously, rubbing the back of his neck, avoiding any and all eye contact with him. "Only when I'm around you, huh?"
He picks up his glass of whiskey, taking a big sip once again, clearly trying to get a grasp on himself. Dabi crooks a brow. He really didn't know he had bird-brain here that whipped. "Didn't know I made you so nervous, birdie."
He leans his forearms on the counter, taking another slow sip whilst staring at those yellow irises. Part of him wanted to call the hero by his real name - I mean, they were alone, after all. Other than the commission Dabi was the only one who actually knew his name. Who knew his past. Well, part of it. He knew what his situation was like when he was younger, but was never told the full extent of it all. That was alright, Dabi has his secrets, too.
"What makes you so sure you do?" The hero chews on the inside of his cheek, holding the wet glass in both hands, avoiding looking at Dabi, instead glaring daggers into the ice-cubes in his drink.
Of course Hawks was avoiding the question. Well, fuck, might as well have some fun while he's at it.
Dabi sets down his glass and shuffles to the side until he's standing right across the counter from him. He leans forward, picking up the whiskey, and lifts it to the blonde's lips. "You always stare so intently at what you want."
With his free hand, he props his chin on his palm smugly, grin stretching across his features. It always seemed like such a back-and-forth with them. A push-and-pull. They were so different yet so alike in many different ways and it was a miracle they even got along.
He doesn't break eye contact as he holds the glass for Hawks to drink. Doesn't break it when he sets it back down on the counter. Doesn't break it when he reaches into his coat pocket. His fingers dance over the small red feather hidden away, sifting between calloused skin. Noticing Hawks' wings puff up slightly, his grin widens, head down-turning slightly.
"What? Nothing to say for yourself?"
"Nothing to say to you ." The blonde huffs, folding his arms over his chest.
Dabi takes out the feather and twirls the bottom of the rachis between pinched fingers. Sees the way Hawks' breath hitches as he plays around with it, giving him some satisfaction in that.
"Would you rather me use your real name? The same way you can't help but use mine?"
It's not like it's been so long since he's called him Keigo. There were a few moments, here and there, between their meetings. And he knew the effect it had on the hero.
".. I’d bring back Keigo if Touya was still here." The blonde speaks up, not daring to pull his gaze away from Dabi.
That gives him a pause. If Touya was still here.
Dabi's past self was gone. His father blew out that candle long ago, and Dabi was all he was now. It was all he can be, right? Could he even return to his former self?
Probably not.
He doesn't even know what to say to that, blinking a couple times as he racks his brain for how the hell he should respond to this. To momentarily hide his stun, Dabi hides behind a masked smile.
"He can be. Just for tonight."
He says this barely above a whisper, almost uncertain in his tone. Should he have even said this? Could he even be Touya for a night?
"Just for tonight.." Hawks repeats, leaning in a little closer.
Hawks, no, scratch that. Keigo brings his hand up to tuck some hair behind Touya’s ear, and smiles, catching a glimpse of that patch of red hair that he can never seem to dye black.
"There’s a red patch, here. There’s still a little bit of him left." The words are whispered like they held the answer to all of his problems, both their drinks long forgotten.
He subconsciously leans into the feather-light touch, eyes growing a faction as he hadn't expected Keigo to actually reach out. Oh, God, they were so fucked if someone walked in. What would they think? Well, he knew that if that happened he'd probably be eternally mocked for it. But, at this point, he really couldn't give two shits.
The grip on the feather in his hand loosens until it's falling to the table and Touya doesn't even realize he's leaning in until his eyes flutter closed and he feels the soft graze of lips against his own.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.
And, fuck, his hands had a mind of their own. With one going up to tangle in soft blonde hair and the other clawing at clothing to bring them closer. They weren't exactly in the most comfortable position, given the edge of the counter was digging into Touya's stomach, but he didn't care, not one bit. It felt like fireworks were going off in his stomach and his skin was feeling impossibly hotter, as if on fire. Touya couldn't even think straight anymore. His mind was running a mile a minute, adrenalin flowing through his veins because holy shit he was kissing Keigo.
It's a mix of rough and soft, bitter and sweet. Their lips slot together impossibly perfectly and the kick from the taste is addicting. Gloved hands slide up his shoulders to the back of his neck, ghosting over the short hair there.
He pulls back suddenly, still holding onto the blonde, breathing heavily. Touya's eyes are wide - almost frightened. Like he's stuck between fight or flight. Although always appearing to be normally level-headed, this was definitely one of the rare times he wasn't.
"I-" He starts and stops, unsure. "I don't know why I just..." Voice trailing off, he blinks incredulously, feeling as if his feet were glued to the ground.
Keigo seems to be just as roughed up as him, his breathing heavier and eyes a little bit wider than usual. The blush dusting across his face has already spread down his neck.
"I- That was… really nice."
What.
Touya just stares at him. Not only is he unsure what to say, but what to do. It's not like he's had any experience with anything even remotely related to this.
Keigo's hands on the back of his neck send sparks down his spine. Suddenly the counter between them felt way too big and very in the way. So, Touya pulls back farther, propping his palms on the wood, and vaulting up onto the counter. He slides off to stand next to Keigo and wastes no time tangling his hands back in that golden hair.
Touya felt what it was like to fly at a young age; specifically when he met Keigo. He was able to feel weightless as they soared through the air, the wind in his hair, his heart racing the faster and faster they flew. The rhythmic beat of Keigo's wings taking him higher and higher. Their bodies wrapped up and flying as one. Like they were the only two in the entire sky. And, fuck, was it good.
The way he could reach his arms out and touch the clouds, or catch feathers in his grasp and hold them close. Another thing he remembered all-too-well was the sudden drop he felt in his stomach as they dove back towards the Earth. And when they finally landed, panting and out of breath, knees threatening to buckle beneath them, he truly feels alive .
His body pushes up flush against the blonde's, tongue darting out to lick along Keigo's bottom lip. When he feels him open his mouth in response, he doesn't hesitate to enter, grip tightening in his hair. The kiss deepens and Touya can feel an unfamiliar fire burning in his chest. A deep-seating longing that never came to light until now - until a certain winged hero.
Their hands wander, a belt buckle clinks, breaths mix, teeth bite. Touya makes his mark on Keigo, drawing a pinch of blood from already bruised lips. He can hear the blonde groan into it. Finally managing to undo his own belt, he trails kisses down his jaw to his neck, biting and sucking enough to leave bruises.
"Shit- Touya. I can't cover those u-" Keigo is suddenly cut off when Touya pairs a harsh bite with his hand pushing down on the growing tent in his pants. The gasp that left his mouth jolted his body, groaning out an, "ohmygod," all in one quick breath.
"Sh, sh, sh." Touya coos as he runs his tongue over the blonde's Adam's apple. His palm slides along Keigo's growing erection, fingertips pulling at his waistband. He no longer cared about them being in the middle of Kurogiri's bar.
Gloved hands grip onto Touya's shoulders, wings partially caging the two of them in, as if in their own little world. Small whines escaped past his lips here and there. All of it is messy and hungry, as neither can seem to help themselves - Keigo more-so than Touya. Enough to almost call him gluttonous in the way he drinks in every touch, every taste.
Touya feels like he's drowning in his own mind.
They continue like that for what could've been barely more than a few minutes but felt as if time was at a stand-still. He could feel his boxers becoming tighter the harder he got, letting out small grunts.
"Take your gloves off." He commands, which is instantly obeyed, and he can feel those talon-like nails hook into his waistband. Touya pulls away for a moment to stare into half-lidded eyes. Keigo was gorgeous, breaking apart like this under him.
Oh, how he loved the way the blonde listened to him. Especially for how much he sold himself as a playboy to the public.
"C'mon, birdie." He grabs him by the chin and drags him off the stool. "On your knees."
Keigo complies, slowly lowering himself until he has to crane his neck to look up, grasp still firmly on his chin. With a smirk Touya lifts his boot to push it down on his crotch, causing the blonde to whimper. He finally unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans, pulls down the waistband of his boxers, and wraps a hand around his untouched cock. His other hand sifts through blonde locks, bringing that flushed face closer.
"You talk too damn much." Touya said darkly as he used his thumb to force Keigo's mouth open. He pushed forwards slightly, watching as the other pressed his lips to his head, tongue briefly lapping up the precum there.
Oh, how he wanted to ruin him. Wanted to watch tears form in those pretty eyes of his and stain his face.
His lips parted in a silent gasp as he pushed farther into wet warmth. Keigo still didn't break eye contact. He lifted his now-ungloved hands, one resting on Touya's hip while the other wrapped around the base of his cock. He winced slightly when sharp talons dug into his hip bone and it made his mind go static. In one quick motion, Keigo brought his head forward, taking him all in one go. A low groan escapes Touya's lips and he breathes heavily while his hand tightens in Keigo's hair.
When Keigo pulled back he trailed the tip of his tongue over the couple piercings on the underside of his dick. Shivers swept through his body because holy shit he's never felt anything like this before. This was completely different than using his hand, and he's never been with anyone intimately - ever. He's come close with Shigaraki but not like this. They had never actually touched one another.
So all of this happening in one night? He was going insane.
Touya doesn't take his attention off the blonde, his hand pushing that pretty mouth back down until he could feel Keigo's throat constrict around it as he reached the back. A soft smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he noticed tears forming in the hero's eyes.
Another dip down, another moan, more tears. Lust slowly crowded over his mind and drove him on. His hips moved on their own, driving into pure bliss, even with Keigo's talons pressing bruises into his skin. And then there's another thing he's never experienced before. Keigo moans around him when he swallows his cock to the base and it brings his mind into overdrive. It was all suddenly too much all at once, and before he knew it, the edges of his vision blurred into darkness. Touya lets out a choked moan as he throws his head back, coming into Keigo's mouth. His grip on the blonde's hair prompts another sweet moan from him.
Keigo is held there for a moment while Touya stumbles back down from his high. Finally, he carefully pulls out, his dick still pulsating slightly. God, his knees feel weak. His head is spinning. His skin tingles. He feels like he's floating.
When he looks back down at that pretty face below him, it almost manages to make him hard again from just how pretty Keigo is. His face is flushed and his eyes are glossed over, tear stains apparent down his cheeks, and his lips are glossy and plump. He can just about make out a small dot of cum on his bottom lip.
Touya uses the hand still tangled in hair to urge him to his feet, and when he does, he crashes their lips together. Tasting himself on Keigo's tongue is otherworldly.
Pushing the hero against the counter, his hands find themselves undoing his belt, wrapping his fingers and taking out his neglected dick and sliding his thumb over the tip. Keigo moaned deeply into his mouth, talons digging into his waist as he was brought closer.
Their dance between tongues was broken for a moment, a string of saliva bridging the gap as Touya spoke up. "Get on the counter."
Keigo did as he said, shifting up onto the bar until Touya could stand between his legs. When he stepped towards the blonde, he swiftly took off his compression shirt - at least, as quick as he could with large wings in the way - and reached over for that nearly finished glass of whiskey.
He runs a calloused hand over Keigo's right shoulder, forcing him to shift it forwards enough that there was a divot made in his collarbone. "Try not to move, I don't want to spill any of it." Touya says as he takes the whiskey and pours a small amount into the self-made bowl.
A wide grin spreads across his face and he can already see the blush spreading down the tanned body in front of him. Slowly, he leaned down, running his tongue over Keigo's neck muscles, across his collarbone, before finally lapping up the alcohol. The blonde is frozen under him as he goes to pour another, this time using one hand to wrap around his still-hard cock. It prompts a small, surprised yelp, Keigo burying his face in the crook of Touya's neck, biting back a moan when he flicks his wrist just right.
"Holy shit." Keigo whines, hands grabbing at his shoulders. "Fuck- just like that. Don't stop- ah!"
"Fucking hell, shut up." Touya hissed, reconnecting their lips, an attempt to get the blonde to be quiet. It's not that he didn't enjoy those pretty noises - he just wasn't sure he wanted anyone to hear them. Especially not here. Technically anyone could walk into the bar, and he wasn't about to let anyone else see Keigo like this.
No. This was just for him.
More moans spill out into his mouth, the slick slide of the other's tongue against his doing bad things to his mind. At this point, Keigo was practically panting into his mouth, a whole mess overall.
Touya's eyes fluttered open briefly to look at the work he was doing on the other. How his large eyebrows pinched together, the way he had to gasp for air between messy kisses. Wow .
"Fuck! Touya- I'm-" His words cut off in a broken moan and warmth spurts into a closed palm.
There's no sound other than heavy breathing and the quiet ticking of a clock on the wall. Touya looks down at his hand, opening his palm, watching the white liquid slide over his skin. He thinks for a moment, then brings his hand up. And as he stares Keigo directly in the eyes he sticks out his tongue and licks. It's more bitter than he would've thought, not the same sweetness without being mixed in with their tongues.
So that's what he does. He licks all of it off his fingers, cleaning them with a pop when he pulls each finger out of his mouth. Then, Touya brings the blonde back into another bruising kiss. It's not as rough as their previous ones, but as Keigo licks into his mouth, the kiss is no less lewd than any of their other ones.
If he really wanted, Touya could have this probably as often as he liked. There was no way Keigo wouldn't do this again. Fuck, he'd do this again. Yet, he knows they shouldn't.
Touya pulls away to stare at him for a couple heartbeats. There was such a mess between them. He didn't even realize how many feathers were scattered around - didn't realize he'd been pulling at those wings all that much. He reaches behind the counter, feeling around until he grabs hold of a small hand-towel that will definitely need to be cleaned later. He busies himself with wiping off his hands and his dick, placing the rag back on the counter as he goes to pull his boxers and pants back up. Touya buckles his belt and straightends himself up, glancing at Keigo.
He takes a step back. Then another. Until he's completely out of reach. There's feathers scattered on the ground, unmoving in the stillness between them. The scent of the room filled his sinuses with a choking grasp. Touya was very suddenly coming down from the high of it all, eyes darting around, his mind whirring with uncertainty.
The hell was he supposed to do now?
It hasn't even been an hour since this all started - since he told Keigo he'd be Touya just for tonight. Was he expected to continue? Keep up the act?
As if he could read his mind, Keigo spoke up. "You okay?"
Touya doesn't look at him. "Yeah." It comes out with a heavy breath, like he'd been punched in the gut.
From the corner of his eyes, he can see the blonde cleaning himself up, sliding off the counter, and covering himself up again. The aftermath of their lust hangs heavy in the air, and it was as if an invisible curtain separated them. He never thought anything like this would ever happen - even up until the moment their lips first connected.
This would never end well, he knew. Touya should leave, ignore everything that happened, never speak of it again, pretend these emotions bubbling up inside him didn't exist.
But he finds his feet glued to the ground as his eyes steadily look back up at Keigo. At those sharp, yellow eyes, and how they stared at him like a bird of prey. The stillness stretched on until it was finally broken. "Want me to fly you home?"
It was such a simple question, but seemed to hold the weight of the world behind it. Touya was almost tempted to decline. The last time Keigo flew him home, his actions are what started this whole mess - but was it even a mess? They both enjoyed themselves. They both wanted this. Maybe it was the thought of what would follow that scared him. One of the most wanted villains in Japan and the number two pro hero sleeping together? If it ever got out, the League would lose one of their only advantages on the heroes.
Yet he finds himself unable to decline.
Touya nods as he diverts his gaze off to the side. The confidence he so often has is all but gone, replaced with a strange feeling of inferiority. Even if it was him who was down Keigo's throat, it still didn't stop the fact that he not only felt inexperienced, but so out of place. At least this was only a one-off thing.
The two exit Kurogiri's bar after mostly cleaning the place up. It's not like there was much to do - just wiping the counter while Keigo collected his feathers and fixed his appearance to make himself more presentable. After making sure no curious eyes saw them, they soared high into the sky and glide towards Touya's apartment.
Keigo carried him directly to his balcony, setting him down and stepping back. They stared at each other awkwardly until the blonde cleared his throat. "I'll see you at our next secret meeting?" He asked.
Turning to unlock the sliding glass door, Touya frowned. Right. He'd almost forgotten about those. When Hawks first started helping the League, he and Dabi would meet in secret and exchange information, which he'd sometimes relay to Shigaraki. They had a schedule for them of twice a month - and the last one was skipped due to the Hero Gala.
The door quietly opens and he replies monotonously. "Yeah, at the warehouse."
When he turns around to face Keigo again, he receives a nod. "Okay, well - I should go."
God, why were they so awkward . They've had fairly deep conversations before, they've saved each other's lives before, they've just had sex .
"Oh, before I do." The hero brings one of his wings forward, plucking a small feather from the top, holding it out to Touya. "Since the last one got a little… lost." He gives a bright smile with closed eyes.
Touya takes the feather hesitantly. He focuses on it, on the way the vibrant red contrasts against his fingers, how it ruffles in the wind. "Thanks." Those blue eyes find golden ones again.
No more words are said between them. Keigo turns back around and jumps up onto the railing, taking in a deep breath before allowing himself to free-fall until he's flying up into the clouds and out of sight. Touya stands there contemplating in the doorway. Twisting the feather in his fingers brings him back to the night at the Hero Gala and how he had run off like a coward.
Everything felt so odd. Their whole situation was odd . It felt like the world was ready to open up under his feet and swallow him whole. And the worst part? He wasn't going to do anything to stop it.