DabiHawks: A Traitor's Love [Ongoing]

Chapter Twelve

The next morning quickly arrived. Unlike most mornings in Musutafu, it was raining. Although Hawks didn't mind the rain, he hated when his wings got wet; it only added more weight to his slowly eroding back. Thankfully, Hawks wouldn't have to be dealing with wet wings as he decided to take the day off.

Eyes slightly open, Hawks watched as the rain droplets collided with the glass and slowly made their way down to the bottom of the sill. All was fine until the red-winged hero felt a small itch on his back. Unfortunately, Hawks knew this feeling all too well.

Oftentimes, fans would attempt to take one of Hawks's feathers; however, they never knew how the touch of another human's fingers on his red companions affected him. If they did know... well, Hawks didn't want to find out what would happen.

As if somebody had been listening to his thoughts, a wave of sensation washed over the blond. Bumps scattered across his skin while the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. It felt as if someone was rubbing one of his feathers between their index finger and thumb.

Flustered by the feeling, a shade of pink painted the blond's cheeks. He really did hate how sensitive his wings were. It was what had gotten him into embarrassing situations like this.

Shifting his position slightly, Hawks attempted to suppress the growing itch. Surely whoever had his feather would stop, right?

Wrong. The rubbing fastened leaving Hawks incapable of controlling his body. His cheeks quickly deepened to a dark red as his breaths grew faster and more unevenly. His eyes were now squinted as he tried to suppress whatever noise wanted to escape his throat.

Muttering a curse under his breath, Hawks flipped around to face a fully awake dark-haired male who wore a mischievous look. His embarrassment worsened knowing Dabi had seen every second of him struggling.

Without thinking, Hawks hurled himself into the villain's chest. His breath was quick and hot so much so that it bled through the fabric and onto the villain's skin. Desperate to cling to something, the blond eagerly grasped for the white fabric.

"You really are sensitive, pigeon," Dabi commented as he watched the blond's grip tighten. "What do you want me to do?"

Still too wrapped up in the overwhelming sensation, he whined back a response.

The dark-haired villain sighed before speaking. "I would much prefer your words, pigeon."

Looking up with glossy eyes, Hawks muttered "make it stop" before shoving his face back against the villain's chest.

Hawks's heart was racing, his breaths were starting to choke up in his throat, and worst of all, it felt... good. No, more than good. Hawks couldn't find the words to describe it, mostly because his body was on an adrenaline rush and his brain couldn't process a full sentence but still, the feeling overwhelmed him. So, why did he ask for it to stop? Well, because he was making a fool out of himself in front of Dabi.

Unfortunately, Dabi now knew of Hawks's weakness. If anybody were to find out that his wings were highly sensitive, his hero life would only become more difficult if not completely done for. His wings were his staple after all.

Suddenly, the itch sensation stopped. As relieved as Hawks was, he remained still against the villain's chest. His breaths began to slow, returning to their normal pace, while he road out the decline of adrenaline. 

The atmosphere was calm again, just as it was when Hawks woke up. However, this time, the blond was pressed against the dark-haired villain's chest, gripping the white fabric that separated the two. 

Finally, the blond lifted his head, slightly afraid of what he might find. To Hawks's surprise, Dabi was gazing down at him with a hint of worry in his eyes. 

"Are you okay?" the dark-haired villain finally spoke. 

"I think" the blond replied. 

Both males remained staring at one another before Dabi licked his lips and began to speak. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd react so..." he momentarily paused, "like that." The dark-haired villain's words seemed more genuine than Hawks had expected. What was he even apolog-

Suddenly, Hawks realized why the villain was apologizing; he was the one who had the feather. Embarrassed, Hawks shoved his head back into the villain's chest. With a shaky voice, he spoke. "Fuck you."

"Fuck me? Why didn't you say so earlier?" Dabi replied, laughing as he spoke. "Although, that was quite an interesting show you put on there."

Oblivious to Dabi, Hawks's cheeks deepened in color. Nevertheless, he bit back at the villain. "Good, because it's a one-time gig."

Within a heartbeat, Dabi flipped Hawks onto his back, wrapped his hands over the blond's wrists, and placed both of his legs on either side of the blond's thighs. The sudden change in position exposed Hawks's heated cheeks whilst deepening them a darker red.

Dabi, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the view as he began to examine the blond beneath him. His gaze traveled from the golden crusts of Hawks's eyes to the elastic band stretched across the blond's waist. 

Hawks watched as Dabi's eyes traveled. Soon, the blond began to feel more exposed than before. Without warning, the heat on his cheeks traveled down to his stomach where it pooled. 

Thankfully, Dabi lifted his gaze away from Hawks's covered torso. However, it didn't stop the heat from pooling in his stomach. 

Adrenaline now spiked, Hawks was nervous about what might come next. Despite being pinned to the bed, he knew that he had enough strength to escape Dabi's grasp. Nevertheless, the red-winged hero remained still, awaiting Dabi's next move.