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He wasn’t actually going to act out on it. Dabi merely said it as a way to egg on the hero. Whether for pure enjoyment or frustration was up in the air for the moment.
They were held up in Dabi’s crappy little room in the league's current hideout. The scarred man was naked as the day he was born, with nothing more than his ratty sheets covering the bare minimum. His lips were still tingling, and not just from the cigarette he was smoking.
Hawks was in the middle of getting dressed. Pants on, he was scuffling about the room in search of the binder the hero wore under the sinfully tight compression shirt, completely ignoring Dabis' existence.
He never stayed long after their rendezvous. It didn’t matter what time of day Dabi scheduled the hookups. Didn’t matter what seedy place he chose or how hard he pounded into the hero. Once the deed was done, Hawks was up, cleaning up, and leaving like they hadn’t just had the most tender, emotion-driven fuck that could only be described as ‘making love’
Not that Dabi would ever admit it. No, their hookups were a transactional thing. A way to relieve the stress and frustrations that built up in their lives. Dabi is always the one to initiate. The one to make first contact with skin. The first to say the soft gooey shit he’d never utter outside of sex.
The transaction might be over, but that doesn't stop Dabi from wanting just a little more out of the hero. A glance here. A touch there.
Dabi watched Hawks through his process, admiring the hero’s toned body or whatever he could see from the little light peeking through the curtains. The bedroom lights had been turned off since they closed the door and started ripping clothes off.
That was the one thing Hawks insisted on. No matter where or when, Hawks turned off the lights and closed the curtains. Blinded Dabi with his own goddamn feathers on a couple of occasions. Maybe the Hero’s reason for hiding was because of the hidden feminine curves sculpted onto his body. Not wanting to show the features of himself that had not aligned with his self-image. Maybe it was something else.
It didn’t really matter, though. If the hero didn’t want to let Dabi see exactly what he looked like under that uniform, there was no skin off of Dabis back. The Villain already knew what his chest felt like under his hands and spilling out from in between his fingers. Knew what the hero tasted like, knew what it felt like inside as the hero gripped Dabis dick like a vice and sucked him dry.
That was the important part.
It’s not like he needs to witness exactly when the hero falls apart in pleasure, Dabi can hear it. The villain grabs onto all the quiet noises Hawks utters. Knowing them is like a second language at this point. It’s not like Dabi wants to drink in how the hero squirms under his hands. Dabi can feel each jerk in the hero’s movements as he edges into overwhelming pleasure.
He’s honed in on the skill of reading Hawks just through touch and sound. Dabi doesn't need to see.
Lights on or off, a couple of facts remained for the villain. In this little agreement of theirs, Dabi got to fuck the most wanted bachelor in Japan, and he knows the little secret that hid just beneath the hero’s uniform that would surely send the country into a tizzy if it ever got out.
It was a win-win. Truly.
It still didn’t explain the funny feeling in his chest as he watched the dark shape of the hero, now looking for his shoes. It was the kind of feeling that made breathing a little harder. It could have been from the smoke, but that just didn’t seem possible with how often Dabi inhaled the stuff.
Dabi pointedly takes another drag off of his cigarette. Heat traced the inside of his mouth, down his throat, and into his lungs. Dabi holds it there, feeling the substance stir and swirl inside him.
His mind wanders to what they talked about just before Dabi started ravaging Hawks like a starving man.
“ I’ve got other shit to do, Dabi, I already told you.”
He exhaled hot smoke that wasn’t just from the cigarette.
“You got next week's patrol routes?” He asks into the air. He watched the shape of the hero pause. Hunched over himself while sitting at the end of Dabis's bed.
“Already gave them to Shigaraki, hot stuff,” Hawks responds, resuming his task of putting on his boots. Dabis lips twitch.
“What about team-ups?” Dabi presses. The hero’s other shoe has been zipped up.
“Again, I give it to Shigaraki.” Hawks replies as he gets up from the bed. “Unless you have any other pressing questions, I'm out.” Dabi blew out another hot puff of smoke, peeling his eyes away from the hero and onto the peak of orange coming through the curtains.
Why Dabi cared so much that the hero stayed, he won't analyze. But it doesn’t change the words that fly out of his mouth before they make themselves known in his brain.
“Maybe I should go to you next time.” He took a long drag of his cigarette, “break into your fancy ass house and warm your fancy bed. Wouldn’t that be nice?” He chuckled absently, turning his head to now look at the digital clock with the time. He still has a good hour before Toga bothers him again.
Hawks stops in his tracks, the air still’s in the room until it's chilly.
Suddenly, his cigarette falls out of his hand and onto the floor as his wrist is grabbed and pressed onto the wall behind the bed. It becomes very difficult to breathe as an iron-tight, tallonned grip is on his neck. Hawks’ body presses him down as he lowers his lips down next to Dabi's ear. His blue eyes widen as a dark aura from the hero forms, wisps of it whipping around the dark room violently.
“Try it, and I'll break your fucking arm.” The hero says in a tone that sends icy shivers down Dabi’s spine. His heart started racing again as he was forced to look into Hawks’ glowing golden eyes, his pupils had shrunk to pinpricks. The villain has never seen the hero do that before. Dabi wasn’t able to look away. He wasn’t sure if he even wanted to.
At that moment, Dabi wasn’t a Villain, he wasn’t even Dabi. He was prey caught by the predator.
He liked that fact way more than he should have.
All too quickly, Hawks rushed out of the room before Dabi even had time to process. He was left staring at the ceiling, cigarette snuffed out on the floor. Laughter filled the new emptiness of the room as the adrenaline rushed out of him, and sparks of excitement replaced it.
He wasn’t actually going to break into Hawks’ house, but the bird's reaction made him reconsider.
Just what was the famed Winged Hero Hawks hiding to react in such a way?
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“That's the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard come from your mouth,” Spinner spat at him from his perch at the bar.
“Fuck you, it's genius!” He spat back. It hadn't even been an hour since his rendezvous with Hawks, and he was already talking about the unheroic threat the overgrown chicken had made. He didn’t mention the actual sex part, nah, those details were for him and him alone.
“It’s really not, you shouldn’t be poking around in a bear's den,” Spinner chastises. “I never let you guys go into my room.”
”That's different.” Dabi pouts. Spinner defended his shit with animalistic malice. Dabi nearly got his fingers ripped off cuz of the lizard.
“It's really not,” The Lizard says. “You’d be sneaking into Hawks’s territory, and you really want to call his bluff?” Dabis' mouth stretched into a Wild grin as he leaned in next to Spinner, looking at the lizard man with glee.
“Abso-fuckin-lutely,” he stated, “after that display, he’s gotta be hiding something good.” Spinner let out some irritated clicking and flicked Dabis forehead.
“Or Hawks is a bird making sure nobody fucks with his territory.” The lizard clicks again while Dabi soothes the pain on his forehead. He looked at Shigaraki sitting with his switch in hand at the end of the bar.
“Don’t look at me like that, Dabi,” he says without breaking away from his game. Dabi makes a face.
“Come onnnnn, isn’t anyone else curious?” He groaned out. “Help me out here, Shiggy.”
“You want to get mutilated, that's fine, but don’t drag me into this.” The boss huffs like a toddler, sipping on the glass Kurogiri gave him a while ago.
“We don't even know if his quirk goes that deep,” Dabi defends. “He really could just be a dude with wings.” Spinner looked at him like he grew two heads. He goes to flick Dabi again but the pyro dodges just in time.
“You’re better off not finding out how deep that rabbit hole goes.” Spinner poked at his chest instead, putting more force behind each poke. “You could get into some serious shit. I heard that a hippo-man once literally ripped a guy to shreds for breaking into his house.” That had to be made up, a ploy just to get Dabi to quit.
Too bad it won't work. He was gonna find out what Hawks were hiding.
The flame user and the lizard man sat at the bar in silence, glaring at each other in their silent warfare. ”I'm just sayin’ Dabi-“
“SOUPS ON!” Toga shouted as she stomped into the bar. Plastic bags filled with food plopped onto the bar before them. Courtesy of Toga and Compress.
“It's take-out,” Shigaraki states after peering into the bag.
“No shit, Sherlock,” Toga huffs out, she places her hands on her hips and stares at Shigaraki. “You think we spent the last four hours finding takeout bags and shoveling shit into them just to bring it back?”
“You don’t need to be such a bitch about it, you fucking psycho.” Shigaraki hisses back. Toga opens her mouth to spit back when Compress cuts the two off.
“After we were done grocery shopping for the week, I found we had some extra money.” Compress shouts from the small kitchenette they have, presumably putting away groceries. “Though it would be nice to have a warm meal for once.”
“BUT! We still got your bug stuff!” Toga slides Spinner's food over the bar and in turn, the lizard opens it and starts chucking crickets into his mouth as if it were a bag of chips.
Dabi grabs the first container he sees, opening it to be pleasantly surprised at the rice and curry greeting him. He would have burned it if there was fish in there, as he has in the past.
Compared to some of the shit the league had to scrounge up in the past, this was a five-star meal.
“So Spinner,“ Compress talks as everyone gets their food. His mask is off, sitting on the bar next to him. “What tomfoolery did Dabi get himself into this time?” The scarred man makes a point to glare at the overzealous magician as he takes a bite of his curry.
Spinner scoffs, which makes Dabi turn and glare at him, too.
“It's not what he has done but what he's going to do,'' Spinner doesn't look at Dabi. “Bacon bits over here wants to break into Hawks‘ place after he got hard on the hero threatening him.”
“I didn't say that,” Dabi hissed. He absolutely does not readjust his seat to further hide the half-chub that he's got. “Stupid heros’ hiding something from me. How are we supposed to trust him if he keeps secrets?” Dabi aggressively takes another bite of his curry. ”It's perfectly reasonable to break into his house and unveil it. What if it's a weapon to take us down?”
“The heroes don't know our current skill level, Dabi.” Spinner argues. “I highly doubt they could conjure such a thing, let alone keep it in Hawks’ apartment,” Spinner says, throwing a handful of crickets into his mouth.
Dabi wants to light the lizard fuck on fire and serve him for dinner.
“It's perfectly logical,” he spits, turning away to look at the back of the bar.
“It's stupid and clear that you're only thinking with your dick,” Boss chimes in.
“I thought you didn't want to be dragged into this?” Dabi scoffs.
“I don't. Your voice is just getting on my nerves,” The boss spits back. “You already have the damn bird coming in to fuck loudly in your room,” Shigaraki sips on his soup.
Dabi pouts.
“Hawks’ isn’t loud,” he defends. The hero was actually pretty quiet during sex, it made pulling out those little pleas and moans all the more satisfying.
Fuck, he needed to see the hero again. Preferably waiting in the hero’s fancy bed he undoubtedly has.
“You're right, he isn’t,” Shigaraki breaks Dabi out of his thoughts. “But I now have the misfortune of knowing that you make enough noise for the both of you.” Dabi takes a second to glance at the rest of the league. From their faces, he can concur that Dabi has not, in fact, been as sneaky as he thought with Hawks.
And at the moment, Dabi really doesn't give a shit about being caught.
“Your point?” Dabi finally asks. Shigaraki points his spoon at Dabi, red eyes narrowed.
“Someone comes over and willingly fucks you on a regular basis,” he starts, “just leave it at that, and focus on bringing in recruits more for the league.” Dabi grimaces.
“How about no?” He can't focus on recruiting when there is a juicy secret lying just behind Hawks' door. He needed to uncover that secret. Needed to see the look on Hawks's face when Dabi revealed it.
He hoped it was similar to the look he gave a bit ago. The thought doesn't help his hard on.
“Ugh, whatever, make the damn bird angry at you. Let him chop off your dick, see if I care.” Shigaraki spits for the last time. “I’m not helping you find him either.”
“Fine,” Dabi spits back. He doesn't need assistance to stalk a bird.
“I'll help,” Compress finally cuts in. The magician quietly considers this whole idea.
Dabi perks up, “you serious?”
“Don’t get it twisted, Dabi,” Compress clarifies. “I'll only help so I can witness what will undoubtedly be your spectacular failure.” The magician smiles at him with that hint of sadism.
Great, how nice of him.
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Compress’s work was borderline magic. Who knew the magician had more than just tricks up his sleeves? The man was a fucking bloodhound with how fast he was able to track down Hawk’s actual address. Apparently, the hero is hard to track down outside of hero work. He is also very secretive about his personal life. That only piqued Dabis's curiosity more. So, with a bit of convincing for Kurogiri to teleport him later and…
Dabi stands in the alley way of the apartment complex he lives in. Where the hero’s actual apartment… Was on the top floor…
Fucking Kurogiri
Dabi grimness, his gaze settling onto the top of the building. Apparently the birdman has the entire floor to himself, the rich bastard. Dabi realistically couldn't use the elevator inside. He was here on reconnaissance. Any ounce of recognition from anyone would give him so much more attention than he wanted.
So up the fire escape it is. All what felt like forty flights of ‘em. With each step he climbed, the less air he could hold on to. Sweat pooled on his clothes, His shitty ass lungs gave out halfway through the track. His calves and thighs burned, and he was ready to make barbecue chicken by the time he gripped onto the railing of Hawks balcony, refusing to look down at the definitely lethal drop.
He spent the last bit of his energy hoisting himself up and over the railing.
Dabi fumbled the landing and ended up face-planting on the concrete, gasping, hacking, and coughing up a small storm as he tried to regain his composure.
“That damn bird better be hiding something good, or I swear-“ Dabi muttered aloud, rolling onto his back to drink in the cool air.
Somehow, staying behind and participating in Togas tea party was more appealing than this.
Dabi wasn't sure how long he lay there on the concrete balcony, looking up at the cloudy blue sky. The sun was blindingly bright, but the breeze was cool as it washed over him. His eyelids were growing heavy, but he couldn’t close them. Maybe it was from the looming threat of Hawks around the corner, maybe it was from years of being alone on the streets. Who knows at this point?
When Dabi finally got up, his breathing was even, and his legs didn’t hurt. Dabi looked around. The balcony wasn’t anything special. A mat of some sort was laid out under some outdoor furniture. A couple of chairs and a table low to the ground. As well as an exuberant amount of decorative pillows piled onto the chairs. Looking back around for an entrance, his eyes landed on a pair of sliding doors connected to a wall of windows.
As well as a quick flash of red leaving them. Or at least Dabi thought he saw that part.
When he walked up to the door to peer inside, he found the reminiscence of a used entryway leading to what he assumed was the living room. The glare from the sun made looking through the rest of the window wall nearly impossible. Dabi huffed, pawing the glass for the handle, only to be met with resistance from the lock.
He’d thought with the bird living so high up in this fancy-ass apartment, he’d forgo locking balcony doors, yet here he was. Then Dabi looked at the lock and was met with a high-tech keypad. The kind that's hero grade. Meant to keep the toughest of villains in a prison cell.
“What the fuck?” He spits in confusion. Hawks couldn’t have predicted Dabi would try and break in would he? No dust was collected on the seams of the device. Small scratches from debris and the numbers on the keypad were slightly faded. The hero has to be hiding something good if he uses insane shit like this.
Hero grade or not, everything has a melting point.
Dabi didn’t even get to ignite his flames when something bashed into his head and set him flying onto the floor. An inhuman screech barely registering in his ears.
Dabi blindly throws a ball of fire in the direction of the threat. Sputtering as he tried to scramble onto his feet. Only to be punched in the stomach and slammed onto the floor again.
”Fuck!” Dabi swears out. Next thing he knows. Dabi is forced to kiss the concrete when a hand grips his hair and slams his face into it. He feels the cartilage in his nose snap, and blood starts to pour out. He thrashes as his arms are forced behind his back. Bent in such a way that would hurt himself if Dabi tired to use his quirk.
Dabi was about to headbutt the body holding him down when something long and sharp stuck itself near his neck. His body went stiff upon contact. Not wanting to deal with a sliced neck. However, when he looks closer at the weapon, Dabi reconsiders the crimson-colored barbs. Akin to the sharp weapon he witnessed after the high-end attack.
He actually starts to laugh at the sight.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Dabi” Hawks growled animalisticly into his ear. The same icy shivers bolted down his spine, and he felt his dick twitch in interest under the layers of fabric. The same paralyzed prey feeling from before etched into his body. Dabi didn't stop laughing.
“Like I said. To warm up your fancy bed.” He spat out some blood pooling in his mouth. It was getting harder to breathe through his nose. “Maybe eat your fancy food while I wait. Can’t really do that with that high-tech lock.” He felt those wonderfully sharp talons break through the gloves of the hero’s costume and start to dig into his scalp. Ripping his hair out in the process. Dabi wheezed out against the pain.
“Why are you locking the balcony anyway, Hero?” Dabi cooed, "Are you hiding something from me~?” That earned him another make-out session with the concrete. More blood flooded his mouth. His vision was starting to get blurry from the pain. He found out about the feathers holding his arms back when they started slicing into his scarred skin mercilessly. Dabi wheezed.
He really pissed off the bird by coming here. God, Dabi has never been harder in his fucking life.
He felt a knee press into the middle of his back. The hero pressed his weight into it, forcing the air out of Dabis’ lungs.
“Do you remember what I said I was going to do if you tried any of that?” The hero rasped. The feather at his neck getting closer to cutting it. Dabi managed to look back. Almost moaning out at Hawk's eyes pinned in the same way as before.
No, it was even better without the darkness of his room. In the light, he got to trace out every wrinkle on Hawks's face, the snarl in his teeth, the slip from his usual easy going persona into who Hawks is under the act.
And the person he was looking at was so. Fucking. Hot.
“Well, my arm is still intact.” Dabi spat out. He felt Hawks’ knee bear down onto his back. His lungs and chest screamed until he heard and felt a nasty crack from within it. Dabi coughed out in pain. The hand in his hair yanked his head up until Dabi thought his head was going to be torn off his body.
“Now your ribs are cracked.” The hero started with a shocking coldness that froze the air. “Any more pressure, and they could pierce your lungs.” Dabi tried to rebuttal only to gasp out in pain. Breathing was hard to do now. ”You're going to call Kurogiri, tell him to take you back to the league and you're never coming back here.”
”And who’s saying I'm doing that?” Dabi finally scrambles out the words.
“I am,” Hawks growls that same threatening growl. The kind predators use on prey, the kind that lets Dabi know Hawks was mere centimeters away from ripping Dabi apart. An insane part of him wanted that to happen.
The weight was suddenly gone. Air rushed painfully into his lungs. His shoulders and arms screamed when the feathers left them. His hands shook as Dabi slumped up on his knees, his breath shaking. His burner phone skirted across the concrete. Stopping in front of Dabi.
When had the hero-
Dabi slowly looked up at Hawks, who was standing between him and the balcony doors. Wings puffed up to double their usual size. That same terrifying stare on Hawk's face.
“Not gonna offer to tend to my wounds, Hero?” Dabi chuckled weakly. Trying his all to suppress the pain growing in his throat. Hawks sneered his lips more, as if that was possible.
“Lick your own damn wounds.” He said in that new icy tone of his. Dabi wanted to push the hero’s limits further. See how far he'll go.
Just how heroic is the hero Hawks?
A portal opened, to Dabis' disappointment. Hawks must have talked to Kurogiri before him. Which really defeats the purpose of all those intimidating demands.
Dabi continued looking at the hero. Not making a move. Dabi didn't climb a fuck ton of stairs just to limp home with his tail between his legs. He was going to get into the hero's home. Into that fancy bed.
Dabi heaved a heavy breath, attempting to get up again. “Now, wait just one fucking second-“
“Dabi,” Hawks cut in. Dabi stopped in his tracts. The air shifted again. His heart stuttered. This felt different, he didn’t feel like prey-
His stomach dropped and turned into ice. The look on Hawks‘ face wasn’t angry like before. This look made him feel small in such a familiar, awful way. “Go. Home.”
Disappointment.
That's what it was. The face of disappointment. A special kind that Dabi couldn’t place just yet.
He got up, feeling a new, not fun kind of raw. He couldn’t look at Hawks for some reason. He ignored every part of his body, screaming at him to sit back down. Ignored the dizziness he felt as he toed the concrete with his boot. Still feeling that heavy gaze on him.
“Now, Dabi.” Hawks urges again.
Dabi scoffs
“Fuck’n whatever.” He muttered because he had to have the last word. Dabi sulked to the portal and walked through it.
He barely dodged Toga’s welcome-back knife and made a beeline for the couch. The whole gang was in the common area. Spinner and Shigaraki are on the floor playing Mario Kart like always. Toga and Twice sitting in the armchair off to the side, looking at magazines. Compress was on the couch with a book and some tea.
Dabi didn't give a fuck about Compress's position, though. He flopped down onto the couch, groaning at the protests coming from his face and chest. Dabi shifted to lie on his side, back to the rest of the league. His feet landing in Compress's lap because fuck him.
Toga came up and poked the back of his skull. Giggling.
”You smell like blood,” she notes the obvious. “Not Hawks, though.” Annoyed, Dabi swats at the little psycho behind him.
“Cuz that fucker is violent, apparently.” He hisses in pain and goes back to his slumped position on the couch. Stupid bird. Stupid fancy apartment. Dabi doesn't miss the unconcerned grunt from Spinner as he keeps his eyes on the tv.
“Your spontaneous meeting with Hawks went well then?” Compress asks. Dabi hears that bastard smirk.
“Piss off.” He spits. Compress hums at that. Dabi glares at the worn fabric of the couch. If he wasn’t in pain right now, Dabi would kick Compress and crack his stupid mask. Dabi hears his cup of tea clink against the side table.
“Toga, be a dear and get the first aid kit for me.” Dabi hears some kind of movement and an affirmative hum from Toga before slipping off. Compress shifts again, getting up in front of the couch and letting Dabi take it over.
“I can take care of myself,” he grumbles. His mind replays the events of the last hour. He couldn’t shake Hawks’s disappointment. The way he told Dabi to ‘go home.’ There was something familiar about it. Something in the way it carved wounds straight into his chest and left it bleeding. Familiar in the way it left him feeling juvenile. For lack of a better word.
“You would have sulked to your room if you wanted to do that.” Compress pointed out. A finger tapped at his shoulder. “Come on, sit up.” Dabi groaned in protest but begrudgingly did what Compressed asked. His chest screamed at him, and his breath punched out. When he got into a proper sitting position, he coughed up a mixture of mucus and blood from his nose.
What a fucking treat.
“Wow, I didn't know you could get any grosser,” Twice commented as soon as he got a look at Dabi’s face. “It's nasty to look at.” Dabi gives the man a half-baked grin.
“Thanks, Twice.” He grits his teeth and swears he saw the boss smile at his misfortune.
By the time Toga comes back, Dabi has been stripped of his jacket and shirt. His wrists are being examined when small beads of blood are welted up, and Compress gently wipes them away with a handkerchief.
“Thank you, Toga.”
“I want the bloody remains,” Toga demands. Dabi is too busy stewing to really care at the moment.
“Fine, psycho,” he answered. Toga squeals and sits on the edge of the ratty Sofa, waiting for her prize like a kid on Christmas.
Dabi’s given the handkerchief with the instruction to keep it on his still bleeding nose. The pain gives him reminders of his dinner date with Hawks’ balcony floor. The way the hero looked down at him. The sheer fierceness in that expression. The murderous intent. The childish scolding-
Fukin’ Hawks and his stupid territorial ass. Stupid fancy bed, stupid fancy apartment. Stupid hero and his golden hair and golden eyes. And his stupid, pretty face, too.
Dabi doesn't flinch at Compresses’ probing, the masked man is poking around his skin is done with the utmost care. Uncharacteristically for a villain, Dabi grunts in pain when Compress touches the left side of his chest. Immediately, the masked man pulls away.
“So Dabiiii~” Toga leans close to him until her head is on his aching shoulders. “What happens when you visit Hawks?” She’s looking at him with that toothy psycho grin again. “Was it bloody? Bad question. How bloody did it get?”
Dabi rolled his eyes and pushed Toga's face away from him. The little gremlin was giggling.
“What is there to say?” Dabi avoids. Toga made a sad noise and pouted. Then she draped herself onto his shoulders again. Dabi grunts at the pain in his chest.
“Come onnnnn,” she whines, “there gotta be more. Stop being selfish.”
“I’m not being selfish,” he responds. Compresse grabs the handkerchief from Dabi's face. Then nudges his face to look at the Compressed mask. The magician applies a nose splint carefully onto his face. Taking Dabis’ talking ability away.
“Dabi was stupid and got his ass beat after being warned,” Shigaraki states plainly, not batting an eye away from his game.
Dabi grunts. Both at Shigaraki and in pain from Compress adjusting the bandage, adding more tape to keep it in place.
“No, I didn’t.” Dabi denied it as soon as he was free to. “I visited the damn bird, and he went feral.”
“Sounds like someone should've warned you about that possibility-” Dabi scowled at Spinner. The lizard man now looked unapologetically at him “Oh wait-“
Dabi grabbed the nearest throw pillow and chucked it as hard as he could towards the lizard. He revealed the choked scream that took place before Spinner ate shit.
“Dabi,” Compress chastises, similar to the way Hawks had, but Compresse’s words didn’t have nearly as much impact. “We don’t have much access to medical assistance, may I remind you. Don’t strain yourself on trivial activities.” Dabi turned his head away and looked at the floor. Not pouting.
“That should change soon,” he hears Shigaraki say, judging by the game still playing on the TV, he hasn’t even paused it. “There’s a doctor that’s close friends with Master. He’s willing to help if we’re able to subdue Gigantomachia, and we get access to medical, amongst other perks”
Dabi hums. The league has been steadily growing lately. And their following will only get bigger from here.
“Won’t that be nice?” Compress said while packing up first aid kit.
“I’m not helping with that,” Dabi states, touching the bandages on his wrist.
“Because your fire didn’t work on him last time?” Toga chooses that moment to chime in. Giggling her little psycho laugh. Dabi glared at her. Willing her combustion with his eyes.
It never happened.
“No,” he rasped. Dabi stood up coughing from the pains in his chest from his cracked ribs. Stupid bird. “I got other shit to worry about. If you haven’t noticed, I’m the only one recruiting people,” He relayed while putting his shirt back on.
“And how did your last recruitment journey go?” Spinner somehow managed to live from his earlier attack. The lizard has the audacity to eye him up and down. “Not well it seems.” Dabi was close to cooking the fucker and giving the bird bbq lizard for a meal.
Did Hawks eat lizards?
Instead Dabi sighed. Adrenalin had left his body. Many parts of him sagged and ached. He wanted his bed.
Dabi flipped off the lizard before stuffing his hands in his pockets and stalked off to his small room.
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Sleep evades him like usual. There’s a low, consistent ache in his chest. So comfort was impossible to achieve. He was on his back staring up at the ceiling. The night was quiet as it had always been. He hears the rest of the league one by one walking into their rooms with quiet steps and shutting their doors for the night.
Dabi was cold. Not in the way he should have been cold. Dabi didn’t have shivers that set in his bones. His fire couldn’t warm him up this time. This type of cold was spurred on as his thoughts swirled around Dabis impromptu visit to Hawks.
The unknown feral look in Hawks’ eyes. Looking down at Dabi with pinprick pupils. A trait he had never known Hawks had until that afternoon. The violent intent of his words, his actions, and the way Hawks was willing to harm Dabi despite his claims of wanting to join the league. Despite their position as recruiter and recruitee.
Though the way things had been lately, that could've been drastically changed. Maybe even more so with how today went.
The way Hawks told Dabi to go home still sits heavy in his chest. Right alongside the ache. Hawks's tone was harsh but not angry. Oddly sad, frustrated even. It was as if hawks were scolding a young child.
As if Dabi was a child.
Dabi finally realized. He felt small in contrast to Hawks because he felt like a scolded child. Hawks had, very violently, thrown caution to the wind and in one fell swoop saw Dabi as nothing more than a child. Then he- scolded Dabi.
The revelation pissed him off as he revisited the memory, etching Hawks‘ face of disappointment into his memory. Bits of anger flailed in his chest but quickly flickered out. He could keep his train of thought on that part of the encounter for long.
As much as he wanted to be angry at being kicked down to the levels of a child, Dabi had to admit, whoever the fuck was behind the persona of ‘Hawks’ was hot as fuck.
A large part of Dabi liked the feral mess of a personality Hawks displayed today. He liked the pure violence, image be damned. Dabi wanted to piss Hawks off again just to see that angry state. Get beat up in the process. It’s not like Dabi could really fight back. Not with how fast and hard Hawks can knock him down.
The rest of Dabi- a quietly squashed part of Dabi- wondered if he went too far. Hawks was disappointed in Dabi. Disappointed Dabi directly disobeyed Hawks and went to stick his nose in places he shouldn’t have.
He’s disappointed a lot of people in his lifetime. But Hawks' disappointment stung differently. More intently.
That reaction made Dabi question himself for the first time in a long time. What was the real reason Dabi wanted to get into the hero's apartment? Why did he want to see Hawks in his own home? To want that so badly Dabi risked his life for that chance to see it. What would have been done if he did get into the apartment.
Rummage around for something to steal, then leave?
Wait for Hawks to come home and see his reaction?
It probably would have been one similar to what he experienced today.
But why?
It was such a flip of a switch, it made Dabi want to uncover those secrets more. Find out more about Hawks. Why was the hero so guarded? Was it really just bird traits in the hero’s quirk? What was he hiding? Was he hiding something?
The whole thing weirdly reminded Dabi of the first time he had ever fucked Hawks.
Hawks always advertised himself as the unobtainable playboy. Through the lense of the media at least. The way Hawks would playfully skirt around subjects about romantic interests. He’d egg on his target demographic with his words and keep everyone interested and wanting.
In the media, Hawks portrayed himself as the poster child of fuck boys. Only a little more sunshiny than assholy.
It was a complete shock to Dabi when Hawks had sheepishly admitted to him that Hawks had never been with anyone like that. It was either the second or third meetup they had. The bird had a small tremor in his voice that could have been added in by Dabis' memory. The look Hawks gave was one Dabi knew.The glimpse of insecurity, and uncertainty.
Hawks had revealed a secret no one knew, to Dabi- only Dabi
It was a flip to their previous dynamic. Switch of the script.
Whether Hawks intended to or not, Dabi was handed something precious. If only made precious by the hero's feelings around the subject of sex. It had been forever since Dabi was handed something so fragile. And something that night compelled him to hold it close to his chest, handling it with gentle kindness he had not expressed in a long time. To take his time, and learn more about Hawks. How much he really knew about sex.
Dabi did not get to see Hawks’ body that night, as had been his truth with every other encounter.
It didn't stop him from caressing his body, treating him with gentle kindness as Dabi slowly took Hawks apart until the hero was overwhelmed with pleasure. To learn the hero has a general idea- but clueless to the details.
Dabi remembers the rush he felt when he finally coaxed the first hesitant and quiet moan from the hero. He remembers the frustration to taking his time but in the end, it was the best fuck Dabi had in a long time. The high was intoxicating, and consequently led to Dabi wanting more and more of the hero.
He wanted to see Hawks
Dabi lies on his back looking up at the ceiling from his bed. The pitch black of night shrouding his room.
The cold feeling in his chest grew. Creating a pit in his chest accompanying the ache of his cracked ribs.
Dabi finally closes his eyes, hand on his chest. If he lies there long enough he almost feels another weight on him. Almost heard the soft rustling of feathers as they draped over him like a blanket. Almost adding heat to his warm body. The hand on his chest belonged to someone else.
He falls asleep instantly after that.
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Dabi was hungry, and not for food. He had been on unofficial bedrest since his trip to Hawks’ apartment. The mysteries of what lies just beyond Hawks‘ balcony doors weighed heavy in his mind. Consuming his thoughts while he waited for the movements in plans to happen.
Dabi didn't contact Hawks. Compress got angry whenever he tried to work. Hawks never contacted Dabi, or stopped by for a visit to Dabi’s knowledge.
He refused to be looked at by the doctor friend Shigaraki had talked about. The guy gave him the creeps, and he wasn’t about to strip down just to be told the same shit compress already scolded him on.
The month slogged on, Dabi grew increasingly bored with being cooped up in the hideout they were inhabiting for the moment. And Dabi became hungry. Not just any food, no, Dabi was hungry for birds.
Dabi hated it so much he wanted to see the stupid hero. To hear his wonderful noises, to feel the pleasure unfold in Hawks.
He was addicted, Dabi realized. He was going insane the longer he had just his hand and fantasy to keep him company during periods of boredom. Even then the enjoyment from masturbation was approaching the end of its rope.
Dabi was washing the evidence of his latest date with himself. The date had subpar results. Dabi decided then to go to the kitchen for food. Now that they have a somewhat functional kitchen to store food in.
The sight Dabi walked into was one that brightened his mood embarrassingly fast. Hawks was here. Chatting with the boss and the rest of the league. That stupid bright hero smile plastered on his face. Incredibly fake but still makes his chest flutter.
Dabi may have just finished his latest masturbation attempt but he could go for another round with Hawks . When in doubt he can always eat Hawks out first for some buffer time. He’d probably be ready to do that with how badly Dabi was craving it.
“I should really get going.” Hawks says to everyone, seemingly having not noticed Dabi yet. “Paperwork stops for no one”
It will when Dabi’s is around.
“What’s got you in a hurry, Hero” Dabi called out. Not so subtly eyeing him down. Trying to remember what Hawks tasted like. He needed a desperate reminder.
Dabi watched as Hawks walked away from the couches of the lounge area towards Dabi. Then the hero passed him without so much as a glance. Dabi shifted to get a better look at the hero's back. Thinking that would turn him back around and Dabi would get those amber eyes on him.
But no. Hawks walked out the door, and with a beat of his wings flew off.
Dabi stood there a little longer watching nothing.
What the fuck.
His head snapped at the flurry of giggles behind them. Dabi found Toga and Twice openly laughed at him. Compress was giggling behind the mask. Spinner and Shigaraki have knowing smug ass looks he wanted to burn off himself.
Oh, he was going to burn the place down. Starting with that fucking bird.
Dabi scoffs, walking down the halls of the mansion towards his room, food be damned. Ignoring the bursts of laughter in his absence.
Whatever. He didn’t need Hawks. Fuck him.