Lightning Serenade

Chapter 68: Hawks II

C/W: This chapter is the steamiest it has ever gotten so far in this story. Nothing extremely explicit. Just a warning for those who might not be expecting it and might be uncomfortable.

Hawks walked into the bar, feeling the stress of the day fall off of him like it was being washed away by a waterfall. He didn't find it suspicious that both of his boyfriends were on the couch. He didn't even find it suspicious that they were on opposite ends, even though he had never seen that before. In the back of his mind, if he had thought about it at all, he just assumed that it was his turn to be the center of attention, so they moved apart for him to have the middle. The middle seat was still vacant when he returned from the bathroom after having changed into his loungewear for the evening, stretching his arms over his head and spreading his wings out as he padded barefoot across the floor to join the villains on the couch.

Oh, it was his turn to be the center of attention, all right.

"Boyfriend's here, gotta go!" Shigaraki spoke into the headset before backing out of the game.

"You don't have to stop on my account. I suck at these things, but it's fun to watch you two," Hawks said as he meandered closer, letting himself plop down in between his soulmate and his boyfriend.

Dabi reached out and turned the console completely off, followed by the television.

This was new. The news or a random soap opera? Sure. But the duo never ended their gaming sessions early just because Hawks arrived, not when the increasingly familiar gamertag P05itiv3R3v0lt was hovering above one of the characters on the screen.

"Keigo, baby," Dabi drawled as he turned his attention straight onto Hawks, stalking forward like a predator stalking its prey.

Hawks inhaled sharply at the butterflies slamming around the sides of his stomach and shifted sideways on the couch so that Dabi was approaching him straight-on, turning his back in Shigaraki's direction. When Dabi neared closer, Shigaraki's hands were there, pulling Hawks backwards to lean against his chest, legs already on either side to accommodate Hawks's frame as Dabi closed in. Hawks allowed his wings to drop and rest comfortably, slotted between himself and Shigaraki without smothering him.

It was amazing to see Dabi and Shigaraki so in sync, but when they used it against Hawks like this, he could die a happy man. Hawks figured that if they ever found out what he had been planning to do for the Hero Commission, that this would be the best way to die: Trapped between the two men who he had fallen hard for. One, his soulmate given to him by fate itself, the other, a genuine man who follows his own strict moral code who has made him feel so valued and protected.

Hawks felt Shigaraki entangle his fingers into his hair, scratching deliciously at his scalp as Dabi leaned in to steal a kiss, the familiar cold metal of the staples a welcome comfort. Dabi pulled away too quickly, but then immediately started trailing kisses down Hawks's jaw, moving down to spread kisses along his neck.

Hawks breathing picked up as he relaxed further, leaning back into Shigaraki's chest, head lolling backwards onto Shigaraki's shoulder as Dabi's warm hands slid up under Hawks's shirt, tracing delicate, shiver-inducing patterns on Hawks's stomach, right above the hemline of his shorts.

Hawks let out a sigh as Dabi's hands warmed up further; he had never felt so relaxed and wound-up at the same time. He wasn't in a rush, though, and neither of the villains sandwiching him seemed to be, either. Moving slowly, taking their time.

So, Hawks was surprised when Dabi's hands continued to heat up until they were no longer just warm. It wasn't enough to burn him, but they felt hot and searing against his skin.

He forced his eyes to refocus and looked down at Dabi, who was smiling up at him maliciously.

"You've been keeping secrets, pretty bird," he whispered.