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"Shouldn't this be a mission for our pet pro? At least he can finally prove his worth. Right, bird?" Dabi looks over at Hawks in his peripherals, a smirk playing on his lips.
Hawks stares straight back at him, that carefully curated smile pasted onto his face, head slightly tilted. To anyone else, he seems unbothered, undeterred by Dabi's remarks. They probably think he's used to it, after dealing with him as a recruiter for so long.
But Dabi knows. He's become well-acquainted with birdbrain's tells in the weeks they've been playing this little recruiter-spy game. In the weeks that their warehouse meetings have shifted into passionate rendezvous with little talking in favor of throaty moans and whimpers of pleasure.
Hawks' wings fluff a bit, making a swooshing sound as each individual feather hardens for just a split second, before softening back out. Not enough of a reaction for anyone else to pick up on his agitation, but enough that Dabi knows he's in trouble.
Anticipation and excitement swirl in his gut, the conversation forgotten in the background. The meeting concludes, some decision probably being made that he doesn't pay any attention to, and his blood buzzes as he brushes by the hero, Hawks whispering a low 'wait for me' in his ear.
That adrenaline stays with him all the way up to the bedroom Hawks was assigned on the top floor of the mansion, the late afternoon sun peeking through the curtains of the glass doors leading out to the balcony.
Kicking his boots off and shrugging off his jacket, he flops back onto the king-sized bed (only the best for their number two), his arms crossed behind his head, and he waits. He waits until the door creaks open and the hero steps inside. The click of the lock as the door shuts is so loud in the silence, goosebumps erupt over Dabi's skin.
But, despite the undercurrent of tension he can feel cutting through the air like a knife, Hawks goes about his business as if Dabi isn't laying there, at his mercy. He shrugs off his coat, neatly folding it along the back of the armchair near the door. He meticulously unlaces his boots, neatly lining them up against the wall, takes his gloves off, one finger at a time, and lays them on the side table. Then, he goes into the small walk-in closet next to the bathroom.
While he's out of sight, however, a few feathers flit through the bedroom. Dabi's smile widens as they tug at his shirt and pants, hardening in front of his face for a moment in a warning that, if he doesn't take off his clothes, they'll be cut off. And, since Dabi's not made of money, not to mention the fact that he actually likes these pants, he obliges, stripping and throwing the items into a small pile in the corner.
A feather caresses his cheekbone, down the seam of his staples, across his lips. He presses a kiss to the vane as it passes over to the other side of his face before trailing down his throat. Another joins it, then another and another and -
Oh.
Oh.
The feathers interlock around his neck in a perfect circle as Hawks walks back out into the bedroom wearing absolutely nothing but the wings on his back. They flick out, brushing against opposite walls of the bedroom. Dabi's breath hitches as the makeshift collar tightens incrementally. His cock twitches between his legs, a bead of precum leaking from the head.
Hawks' head tilts as he stares down at Dabi. All toned muscle and golden skin, hewn from the same marble used in the ancient world to carve statues of their deities, placed at alters, meant to be worshipped. Hawks resembles one of those winged beasts of days' past, an angel, or maybe a demon, summoned to dole out punishments or command armies of mortals to fight their holy wars.
It's all Dabi can do to not bow his head right there and pledge his loyalty, offer up his soul if only that'd make Hawks stay. He'd happily crack open his sternum, take his still-beating heart in hand, and present it on a platter for the chance to be touched by such an ethereal being. To be held in the hands of someone so powerful, so divine.
When he tries to reach out a hand in invitation, feathers zip from those magnificent wings to wrap around his wrists, slamming them against the headboard above him. His back nearly arches off the bed as a needy whimper is punched from his lungs.
"Funny," Hawks drawls from his spot at the foot of the bed. "Out of the two of us, you're the one who looks more like the pet right now, don't you think?"
Dabi smiles in victory, his tongue peeking out to wet his dry lips. This was the reason he'd made the comment, after all. He knew the taunt, picking at the parts of the hero that weren't quite human would hit at a particular sore spot. It wasn't hard to pick up on Hawks' disdain for the more heteromorphic-like traits of his quirk as they'd gotten closer.
So, Dabi did what he does best, and prodded at the open wound, knowing Hawks would bite back against the discomfort. Hoping he'd bite back. It'd been too damn long since he'd gotten his back blown out, and he had to remind the hero that, no matter how busy he is with the whole bullshit double-agent schtick, Dabi came first.
Literally.
He pulls his lips in a pout. "Awww, did I hit a nerve, bir - " He chokes as the feathers around his throat grow unbearably tight, cutting off his windpipe entirely. His eyes grow wide as he sputters, unable to bring in air. Above him, Hawks' face splits in a grin.
"I didn't say you could speak," the hero taunts. "Besides," The feathers at Dabi's throat and wrists pull and maneuver him until he's facing Hawks in a kneeling position. The way Hawks can manhandle him so fucking easily, not a single muscle twitching in effort, forces a guttural moan out of him. "There's something way more fun you could be doing with that smart mouth of yours."
Dabi's mouth waters, staring down the perfect cock in front of him. For his smaller stature, Hawks is more than impressive. Just as long, if not longer, than him, but a little girthier. He's always loved how his skin would stretch, staples threatening to pop, as Hawks fed him every delicious inch. The tinge of pain mixed with the heady sense of power, having Hawks unravel above him, was absolutely intoxicating.
He opens his mouth, sticking his tongue out in invitation. He knows the exact moment his stitches are visible because Hawks grabs him by the hair, forcing his head upward. Hawks has always loved those stitches - how rough they were in contrast to the velvety texture of his tongue.
Everyone else he'd been with always complained that they were too much. But Hawks was a pain-slut, just like him. He reveled in that bit of discomfort that made the pleasure that much more distinct. A perfect fucking match for Dabi. Whether that match was made in heaven or hell, he couldn't really give a fuck. As long as Hawks kept coming back.
Hawks' talons scrape over his scalp, goosebumps quick to follow. With his other hand, he takes his cock and lines it up with Dabi's mouth, stopping only a hairsbreadth away from his tongue. Dabi holds still, waiting for permission.
"I don't think you've earned a reward today, firefly," Hawks murmurs. "In fact - " The hand in his hair tugs at the strands painfully and Dabi whimpers, eyes glossing over with tears. "I think you deserve to be punished."
The feathers tighten in warning as he opens his mouth to retort, so instead he lifts a brow. Oh yeah, birdy? Give me everything you've got.
Hawks' eyes light with a ferocity that reminds Dabi of the predator he's so aptly named after. Crimson wings mantle above him in a display meant to lay claim. The sight brings bloody tears to Dabi's eyes.
For once in his god forsaken life, someone is choosing him. And what's more, Hawks is choosing him. Perfect, beautiful, charismatic, accomplished, powerful Hawks. The man could have anyone in the world that he wants with just a glance, and he actively chooses to want Dabi. Burnt, damaged, stitched-together, useless Touya Dabi. There's no way he could ever understand what drove the hero to want him, but Dabi hoped he'd never stop. Not until he went out in a blaze of glory, with his father's life held in the palm of his hand.
With a smirk, both eyes pinned on Dabi and nothing else, Hawks starts slowly feeding his cock between the villain's lips. He doesn't stop until the soft, blond hairs at the base tickle Dabi's nose, the head bumping against the back of his throat. Then, Hawks stays as still as a statue, letting Dabi acclimate to the massive intrusion as it twitches against his tongue. Dabi's brain goes pleasantly fuzzy as his eyes flutter closed, breathing in and out through his nose in measured intervals.
The hand at his scalp releases Dabi's hair, traveling down to cup his cheek. A thumb caresses under his eye, smearing the droplets of blood that have since leaked out.
"Good boy," Hawks murmurs, and Dabi goes completely boneless against him. Just a sack of flesh and bone with no use other than to give pleasure. Saliva pools in his mouth and Dabi swallows. Hawks grunts above him, his hips barely moving in an aborted thrust.
"However," the hand leaves his cheek, traveling back up to his hair again and tugging, "I did say this was a punishment."
That's all the warning he gets before Hawks pulls out almost all the way and slams back in, Dabi's eyes popping open again. He immediately sets a frantic pace, until Dabi can't even keep up with the ins and outs anymore. His mouth floods with a metallic taste as his bloody tears track down his face, mixing with the saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth. All he can do is flatten his tongue and let Hawks use his throat.
Hawks lets out a broken moan on one particularly rough thrust. "Fuck, Dabi. I can feel myself through the feathers." The choker of soft, red plumage tightens around his throat. "You're taking me so fucking deep. So - ngh - so fucking perfect. My perfect, little pet." He punctuates the last word with another hard thrust, and Dabi whimpers at the heat building in his gut.
His cock lays uselessly between his thighs, bobbing up and down with the veracity of Hawks' thrusts. Dabi's fingers twitch with the need to wrap themselves around his length, relieve some of the pressure building up inside of him, but he knows better. Instead, his hands lay on his thighs, nails digging into the skin, pinpricks of blood pooling from the shallow cuts.
His eyes widen when one of the feathers holding his wrists behind his back maneuvers his hand back towards his rim, the squelch of lube following. "Get yourself ready for me," Hawks growls.
Dabi moans, muffled by the cock driving in and out of his mouth, as the feather forces his pointer finger inside his hole, the prick of pain quickly morphing into pleasure as the feather pumps his finger in and out. With a whimper, Dabi's hips thrusting of their own accord in an attempt to fuck himself harder, a second finger is added. Soon, a third, until he's sobbing, blood dripping onto the duvet beneath them, cock throbbing with the need to cum.
Hawks' thrusts grow erratic, his wings puffing up behind them, shutting out all the light from above, bathing them in shadow. With a shout, his hips still, cock pumping cum down Dabi's throat, pulsing around his tongue. Dabi swallows all of it greedily, fingers still pumping inside of him.
When Hawks leans back, cock slipping from Dabi's lips, he takes in his first real breath of air. "Please," he whispers, voice completely wrecked. Hawks tilts his chin up, his eyes soft and sated. "Please fuck me."
Hawks hums before his feather is pulling Dabi's fingers from his ass, the feathers at his throat knocking him back onto the mattress with one smooth motion. His lower half is tilted up as the hero spreads his ass cheeks, inspecting his puffy, wet rim.
Dabi's face heats with a mixture of embarrassment and lust at the vulnerable position Hawks has him in. They burn even hotter, his quirk sitting just below the surface, when Hawks runs his tongue along the center, groaning like Dabi is the first real meal he's had in months.
A tanned hand closes around his shaft and Dabi mewls, mouth hanging open, as Hawks' starts moving in tandem with sinfully-skillful tongue.
"You don't deserve to cum," he growls against Dabi's skin, pulling away to nip at his thigh. Dabi jolts, moaning. "But you're so fucking hot when you get all oversensitive." He licks at Dabi's rim again, the tip of his tongue pressing into him, moving past the tight ring of muscle.
"Please, please, please," Dabi cries. He goes to lift his hand, thread his fingers through Hawks' hair, when his wrists are grabbed again, locked in place above his head. He growls in frustration. "Hawks."
Hawks hums as he drives his tongue in and out, faster and faster, practically folding Dabi in half. A feather deposits more lube onto his cock as Hawks picks up speed. His orgasm hits him like a bullet train, and he screams as cum splatters up his chest, all the way to his chin.
Hawks drops him flat, wasting no time in gathering Dabi's cum on his fingers, feeding it into his open mouth. "Swallow everything," he orders, voice low.
Dabi sucks on the digits until they're clean, moaning into Hawks' mouth as he crashes their lips together in a kiss that's more teeth and tongue than anything.
He barely notices when a feather squirts lube onto Hawks' cock - his downright impressive stamina another fun fact Dabi has learned about the hero - until the head is pressing into him. Hawks sits there for a moment, refusing to move even as Dabi whines into his mouth. Dabi chases Hawks' lips as he pulls away, taking his chin in one hand, talons cutting into his skin.
"You're such a fucking brat, you know that?" Dabi tries to squirm, tries to drive Hawks deeper, but feathers shoot from Hawks' wings and hold his hips still. "After tonight, everyone is going to understand exactly who's the fucking pet between the two of us."
In one thrust, he slams in. Dabi screams out, the stretch burning so fucking deliciously, his eyes roll back in his head. Hawks growls at him, teeth bared. "You're going to let them fucking hear you." One hand holding Dabi's hips down as he brutally thrusts in and out, he hooks two fingers into Dabi's mouth with the other, holding it open. "Anyone who passes by this room will know. Fuck, anyone that sets foot on this fucking property will know." Feathers zoom away, opening the two windows and the balcony door.
With every drive of Hawks' hips, the headboard pounds against the wall. Dabi heaves in breath after breath, a long, drawn-out moan reverberating in the space around them. No doubt anyone in their vicinity can hear him loud and clear.
The feathers tighten around his throat until black dots obscure his vision. When they let up, Hawks nips at his earlobe. "Who do you belong to, Dabi?"
All concept of language escapes Dabi. Only capable of feeling each and every inch that Hawks continues to drive into him, hitting his prostate with a precision that's frankly terrifying. Every zap of pleasure with that hint of pain from the overstimulation as his cock fills back out. Soft vanes of feathers stroking at his skin, hot breath at his ear, the violent slap of skin against skin, slick hands digging into his hip, talons ripping into him -
He's been reduced to a mindless doll. Mind, body, and soul chained to Hawks for as long as he'll have him.
Hawks thrusts up into him so hard, the wood of the headboard cracks. Dabi's sure he would've slid halfway up the bed if it weren't for the feathers at his throat keeping him in place. "I said, who do you belong to, Dabi?"
"Y-you...I - I...fuck, Hawks...I can't - "
"Nuh uh. You're not telling me. I already know the answer. You're telling them. Scream my name."
Cerulean blue snaps to the golden orbs above him, pupils so small they're barely visible. Deranged, feral, and focused on him. Demanding that he shout out his claim for the entire fucking world to hear, because he's not ashamed or embarrassed or regretful to be with him. Hawks sees him for who he is and still wants everyone to know that they belong together.
Never look away. Please please please never look away.
"Hawks!" He screams, as loud as he can. Done fucking caring about who hears or what they think. This beautiful creature above him, wings puffing out until he's floating in a sea of red, is his, and he'll do anything, fight anyone, die if he has to, to have the chance to keep him here. "I'm yours...I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours," he repeats like a mantra.
Hawks roars above him, hips moving even faster. Sweat drips from his brow and Dabi licks it from his cheek, groaning at the taste of salt and musk and something so uniquely Hawks. His mouth waters with the need for more.
"Who. Owns. You." Every syllable punctuated by Hawks' cock driving back into him. His ass is sure to be black and blue by tomorrow morning.
"You!" He cries, blood streaming down his face, mixing with his hair until he hits the pillow behind him, bleeding into the fabric. "You own me. No one else."
"That's right." Hawks dives in, shoving his tongue in Dabi's mouth. He's everywhere and Dabi is absolutely dizzy with red and gold and warm skin all around him. "You're mine. You'll always be mine. No one else can have you. No one else can fuck you. You're stuck with me, until the day you die." Hawks dives down, biting into the crook of his neck, right underneath where his feathers sit. "Even then, I'll fucking chain your corpse to me until I join you. You can't escape me."
Yes yes yes. Never leave me. Everything I am is yours. Fuck - I'll live for you, if I have to. Just say the word.
"Birdy," he sobs instead, breath catching in his throat when he notices the shine of tears in Hawks eyes as he bares his teeth above him.
All at once, his body is being lifted, head snapping forward as the feathers at his throat move him until he's seated on Hawks lap. Hawks hands fly to his waist, changing the pace of his onslaught, letting gravity do most of the work as he impales Dabi on his cock. Dabi tilts his head back as far as he can against the collar, every inch of his body tingling like he just grabbed hold of an electrical wire.
Hawks' mouth closes over one of his nipples and Dabi gasps, the sound morphing into a moan as his teeth roll the sensitive nub in between them. He lavishes the same attention onto the other nipple until they're both a healthy red, slick with spit.
"Please," he begs, that familiar heat steadily building in his gut, steam slipping from the corners of his mouth. "Hawks, I want to touch you. Fuck - ngh - please."
Hawks presses kisses into his chest, his collarbone, sucking and nipping along his shoulder and up his neck, as the feathers at Dabi's wrists disappear. His arms immediately close around Hawks' middle, both hands grasping onto the junction where Hawks' wings meet his back. He heats his hands until Hawks' gasps, hips stuttering with a growl.
"Do that again," the hero orders, and Dabi is quick to oblige.
Hawks head snaps up, mouth capturing Dabi's again. Feathers assist when the slide of sweat-slicked skin starts to impede their rhythm. Dabi starts to grind back against him, attempting to bury Hawks as deep as possible, until there's no chance of separating them. Until they're melded together so thoroughly, only an act of God could tear them apart.
Dabi's cock rubs between them, and he whines, unable to get the friction he needs to build up that delicious pressure. Hawks' snakes a hand between them, curling his fingers around the shaft. The callouses on his hands, rough from his hero work, scrape against Dabi's velvety-smooth skin so fucking perfectly, he can't hold it back much longer.
"Hawks - ahhh - birdy, I'm gonna - fuck I - "
Dabi's fingernails dig into Hawks' back as the hero growls in his ear. "Come for me, Touya."
His limbs lock in place, eyes widening, gold filling his vision, as his orgasm washes over him. He looks up at Hawks with awe and fear and something that feels a whole lot like relief. Hawks' is quick to follow, thrusting a few more times until he's stuttering to a stop, eyebrows pinched, his mouth open, but eyes still locked onto Dabi. No, locked onto Touya. As if saying he can't hide, no matter how hard he tries.
All of Touya's senses flood back in. He can smell the heady musk of sex permeating the room, mixing with the cool, mountain breeze from the open door and windows. He hears the frantic panting of both their breaths, the beating of his heart in his ears. He can feel the duvet, now soaked with sweat, at his back, the hair slicked to his temples and the back of his neck, no doubt a mess. The cum drying along his chest, his stomach, cooling in the air between them.
But none of that matters. Not when Hawks is looking at him the same as he always does. Full of hunger that will never be sated and a fondness that Touya will never understand. Even after speaking that name into existence, dredging up the remains of a boy gone from this world for far too long.
"How - "
Hawks lowers his head, his lips soft against Touya's. Moving unhurriedly, all-consuming, like he's trying to re-learn every inch of him. Touya lets out a shuddered breath, tears burning in his eyes again.
"I saw that he had an oldest son who died in one of the Commission files you had me procure."
And yeah, that was probably a stupid risk on Touya's part, looking back now. In the back of his mind, he'd always known there was a pretty good chance of Hawks reading through those files before he handed them off. But he never thought the hero would put two and two together with his own past.
Or maybe he did. Maybe this is what he wanted, all along. For someone to recognize him without needing to spell things out or put on a show. Maybe he'd been looking for someone, anyone, to see Touya, after he'd gone unrecognized during his run-ins with Shouto and Endeavor.
"After that, it was easy to put together. I mean, those eyes and your quirk and the scars." Hawks' fingertips lightly trace along the seam at his chest, a sad look in his eyes. "I'm sor - "
"Don't," Touya snaps, rage burning out just as soon as it flared to life. "Just...don't. Please." He threads his hand through Hawks' blond hair, strands damp with sweat. "So, what're you gonna do now that you know?"
He forces his face to remain blank, even as hope burns deep in his core. Hope that someone will be on his side. Hope that he was enough, that all those words spoken in the heat of the moment actually meant enough for someone to fight for him. Someone like Hawks, who was strong and so damn good, despite whatever the Commission had forced him to do over the years, that it made his skin crawl sometimes. Someone who was a real hero, even if it pained him to even think it.
Touya needed someone like him, even if he was almost a decade too late.
Hawks hums, a soft smile lifting his lips. He brushes back the bangs slicked to Touya's forehead with his thumb. "Well, first, I'm going to clean us up." The quickly drying cum between them, dripping down his thighs, finally comes into focus and - yeah, it's starting to feel uncomfortable. "Then, we're going to put on a movie and cuddle, maybe order some food, because I'm starving."
Touya swallows back the lump in his throat. "Yeah?"
"Mhm." Hawks bites his lip, a look of contemplation crossing his face before it's gone again. "And then, Keigo and Touya are going to get re-acquainted."
Touya's heart stutters to a stop before it starts back up again in double time. "K-Keigo?"
"It's only fair you know mine, right?" Keigo kisses him on the lips. "Besides, I'm not sure you've apologized properly. I want to hear you scream my real name, next. After all, you belong to all of me." Golden eyes twinkle with a feral type of excitement that has Touya's cock twitching back to life, despite the exhaustion seeping into his bones.
"Fuck," he breathes, earning a chuckle from birdbrain. "You got a timeline on how long that'll take?"
Hawks lifts his eyes to the ceiling in mock concentration. "I'm thinking a week may be a good start. We can re-evaluate after that." He bites his lip, Touya's eyes honing in on the movement like a moth to a flame.
"Well, we better get started. You never know when I might open my smart mouth again." He levels Hawks with a smirk before the blond is pressing their lips together, their bodies intertwining once more.
The movie and food are going to have to wait.