DabiHawks Escaped Convict A/U

11, The Journey

Keigo had only been out once after he and Touya escaped, and it was only to pickpocket someone anyway. Using a feather, too, so he didn't even make any real effort. It was always best to get the tourists wallets - they had the most money, and there were always tourists coming to Japan, even without the Symbol of Peace to marvel at.

As Keigo flew through the sky, he felt so free. To finally be up in the clouds with the wind blowing through his hair was an amazing feeling, like the lock on his cage had broken and he was finally making his escape.

The towns and cities were tiny below him. Even the tallest of the mighty skyscrapers looked a miniscule size.

Once or twice he heard sirens and panicked, but he could tell the police cars were going the opposite way, due to their flashing lights. Still, Keigo flew slightly higher, just to be safe. He soon found himself flying beside a flock of birds, and they squawked and chirped at him in surprise. He laughed, pushing himself forward with another huge flap.

After a whole three hours of doing nothing but straight flying, he was obviously tired, even though he had just been gliding like a speedy boi most of the journey, but he willed himself not to take a break and get behind schedule. Not like there was any real schedule. It was mainly just get to the hotel before dark and grab a bite to eat.

Another hour went by, and he flew over the large rivers that ran between Honshu and Kyushu - he was glad he was on track, and told himself not to give up just yet. But still, he had come so far…he did deserve a little rest.

Slowly, Keigo descended, passing through a low cloud. Right now, he wasn't above a city, but lots of grassland. Farms and all that. It hadn't been raining - maybe a farm would be nice to stop for a bit.

Keigo dived for a few hundred metres, but eventually spun himself around so that he was going feet first. When he was about 80 metres from the ground, he flapped his great wings to slow the speed of falling, and soon landed softly in a green field, hands in pockets. It was quite quiet - or so he thought: to his right, he heard a loud moo coming from a big brown cow he hadn't noticed before, and it stared at Keigo intensely.

It snorted.

And huffed.

And puffed.

And then it was charging right at him.

This was no cow. This was a fucking bull.

Keigo yelped and leapt into the air, hovering a few feet above the bull, which was making all sorts of angry grunting noises at him. He raised his eyebrows and flew off to the edge of the field, letting himself drop just over the gate. As the bull followed him, Keigo smiled a little smugly and did a playful wave towards it, waggling his fingers sarcastically. He laughed at himself when he thought of how stupid he must have looked, but then looked around self consciously.

There wasn't anybody about, but he could see a farmhouse down a rocky path, so he began to walk down there, until eventually he couldn't be bothered to walk and simply flew to the roof of the house, sitting on the tiles at the very top. With a small grunt he slid his backpack off his aching shoulders and grabbed a Coke can from one of the side pockets.

Holding it at arms length in case it exploded, he cracked it open, thankfully it only bubbled and didn't go everywhere like he thought it would.

It was peaceful.

I wish Touya was here.

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Two more hours of flying went by, and Keigo was finally in the big city of Fukuoka. By now he had taken 5 hours - a little longer than he had expected - but that was okay. The main thing was that he was there.

Over the buildings he flew, heading for the suburbs. The hotel he was staying at wasn't in the dirty district, just the small residential areas, so it wasn't hard to find it. He had made sure it had a balcony as well, so instead of checking in and all that, he could simply fly straight to the balcony and unlock it with one of his feathers, sharpened.

Now, he landed softly on the balcony and ruffled his feathers, shrugging off his backpack before folding his wings against his back. He placed his bag beside the door and got to work, sticking a large, soft feather into the keyhole. Once inside, he hardened it (ok but why does that sounds so wrong-) knowing the feather would take the shape of whatever key the door used. He twisted the feather and smiled to himself when he heard the familiar sound of a lock being opened.

Easy.

The door slid open and he stepped onto the wooden floor, throwing his bag onto the bed there. It was a pretty decent room - there was a TV on the wall opposite the bed, which was a double one, then there was an open door leading to a fancy little bathroom. Keigo quietly closed the balcony door behind him and headed over to the bed, flopping into its mattress tiredly. After kicking his shoes off he rolled onto his back, spreading his wings out wide.

Out of boredom, he cupped himself and sighed heavily, thinking of Touya when he had left him. He felt glad that he had turned back to hug him; in the moment, it had just felt right. Touya had been a little awkward about it, but that was okay. No homo, he had said, on their first night at the bar together.

Yeah fucking right.

He was gay. Keigo was gay. Everyone knew they were gay.

Keigo thought that Touya would have been able to catch on about his feelings for him with all the touching: the almost-holding-hands-thing, sitting so close that their shoulders were against each other, the friendly punches, putting his arm around him, the playful nudges, and now hugging.

Touya was still awkward.

Was he awkward because of it? Keigo didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable. The corners of his mouth tugged down in a frown as he unbuckled his belt to access himself better. He continued to palm his dick, but found himself wanting more friction, and opted for a pillow instead. A soft sigh of pleasure left his lips as he rubbed himself against it, and he could feel the tent in his boxers growing.

(sorry y'all- i don't support pillow abuse but hey its Keigo's decision not mine aight, also i gotta get the "smut" goin so yea.. idek why the fuck im so bothered about a damn pillow in a mfing fanfiction omfd. I GOTTA FUCKIN STOP-)

Keigo removed the pillow and saw that his boxers were already stained from precum, and made the rash decision to just jerk off now instead of build it up further. As his hand flicked against his hips, his breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes fluttered closed. In his mind was a mental image of Touya underneath him, cheeks flushed. At the thought, Keigo thrusted faster than intended and he choked out a whimper. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth and pressed the back of his head into the pillow, closing his eyes.

Keigo raised his hips to slip off his trousers all the way, but when he lowered them again, he shifted on the bed slightly, and the sensitive feathers near the base of his wings all rubbed against the mattress, as if someone was running their hands over them. It sent waves of pleasure up his spine and he moaned a curse, loudly.

His mouth hung agape - he didn't try to stifle the noises he made. No one was going to hear him, so the only sound in the room was the sound of wet thrusts and his moans.

Keigo's thrusts became sloppier and his back arched up when he slightly tightened his hold around himself.

"Ah..hah-f-fuck, T...Touya!" he moaned out. His eyes rolled to the back of his head from pleasure when he rode out his orgasm, and a few whimpers left his throat as thick liquid streamed from the tip of his dick and stained his underwear.

His hand fell limp and he rubbed his sweaty forehead with his other arm, feeling his face become hot. Thank fuck he had brought more than one pair of spare boxers.

(yea he not thankin all might for that shit)

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okay there, now they're both guilty.