Word for Love

Chapter 1 - A Drunken Stupor

Hawks, the wonderful number two hero, grinned to himself as he felt two sets of gruff arms curl around his wrists.

"Al leas' takke me ou'tto dinner firs'..." he slurred drunkenly, a flirtatious half lidded expression accompanying this purr.

He was promptly thrown out the door by the bouncers. Really, flirting while being tossed to the curb? You might be asking. Well, it was his third bar he was kicked out of tonight, he wasn't going to let these asshats ruin his own night.

Hawks stumbled to an alley to get off the roads. It may have been 3 am but he didn't doubt that someone could still be out and about looking for trouble.

Even sloshed, the man was a hero. No matter what fragmented state his mind was in, he and his beautiful feathers really didn't want to get beat up and mugged; so he was always the slightest aware of danger. Especially with his reputation as a big leagues hero.

Hawks fumbled with his phone, pulling it out of his pocket with fingers that either refused to move or that moved too much, trembling. It made it hard to press the buttons and get past his passcode.

"Uuuughhhmmm..." he groaned, half pursing his lips at the end of it.

The pro hero thumped his head against the bricks of the wall and sat down so he didn't have to keep focusing on keeping his legs stiff enough to support his body weight, lazily staring back towards the bar.

Maybe he could ask for help?

...

"...pppptsshhh- naaah." Spit flew from his mouth as he laughed at his own thought. "The..they..'ll miss me an...and they'll come to me naht the.. th'other way 'round."

He really was fucking hammered.

After a moment of slumping down his ears picked up the shuffling of boots. His head snapped up to look in the direction, trying to push past the wave of nausea that hit him like a truck, swallowing the urge to vomit.

"Eyh don't barf on me, man." The voice came form a man. Hawks tilted his head upwards more to meet the eyes of a friendly set of guys. Blond and brown eyes met his, others behind having some colorful ashen-orange hair and red fluffy curls. They all looked about 23 or 25.

Something about those grins made him relax.

"Oh, yeahh. Sorr'man. I'm jus.." Hawks held up the device in his hands. "...strugglin to call 'Mirko."

"Damn, you really are Hawks." The one in the front laughed, crouching down next to him. "You look horrible man. Need some saving?"

Hawks through his head back and laughed heartily at the joke, feeling hands gently pick him up. "Ooooh! Yo..yooour funnny."

The hero leaned into the man's chest, looking up still. He was really tall.

"I like thaaat...~" His voice dipped an octave, he really didn't think better of it. Forget what was said about him worrying about danger even when drunk.

He pressed against his new friend, feeling a hand on his chest.

"You're very drunk, Hawks." The man that held him spoke, almost nervously.

"Oh come on, let's just take him home and bag him! Not every day you get to fuck Japan's number two pro hero!" One of the trio called. Hawks giggled and looked over to the one that spoke, pushing off this person and fell into the arms of the curly redhead.

He immediately felt this new friend grope his ass, making the hero bite his lip.

"Takin advantage of a.. lil drunk like me.." he pretended to pout. "Tha's illegal.. m'gunna have to arrest you~ cmon, le'ssss go back to the jail an..and hav' some fun~"