Chapter 7 - A Dragon and A Phoenix

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Hawks found himself pushing against the kiss, enjoying the feelings of rough and smooth skin against his own.

'Fuck.'

It was Hawks' only thought when Dabi squeezed his waist and spread his left with with his free hand, fanning it out above them. His teeth clashed against the winged hero's lips, the keen hero giving him an open invitation. The villain's tongue teasingly slipped into his mouth, tracing the fanged canines he had because of his quirk. A jolt shot down Hawks' spine as a metal ball piercing clacked against his teeth.

He felt Dabi's fingers card and graze through the soft red feathers, fingers heating as they traces the textures. Each feather shivered beneath his touch, their sensory sensitivity making the hero himself quiver with them. He gripped onto Dabi's shirt harder.

He was kissing a villain.

Fuck.

The villain's hand trailed down to the base of the wings, letting the previously raised wing droop in favor of massaging the even more sensitive baby feathers between Hawks' shoulder blades. The moment he pushed down on a pressure point, the hero let out a fervent gasp; the scarred man taking advantage and deepened the kiss further. The piercing grazed the back of the hero's throat making his groan.

Hawks pounded a fist against Dabi's chest lightly, feeling a wave of dizzy hit his head. They disconnected the kiss, the hero gasping as he writhed against the villain's tantalizing massages, sucking in air desperately to steady himself.

The man lowly chuckled, Hawks could feel the rumble in his chest. "Those drinks really did a number on ya huh~?"

"H-hm?" Hawks looked up, wide eyes trying to make sense of his verbal prodding.

Oh gods he was drunk. He was drunk.




...well this... it made it okay right? This wasn't Hawks this was drunk Hawks. This realization made it easier to deal with the fact he was making out with Japan's most dangerous arsonist-murderer.

He flashed a charismatic smile, feeling sheepish chest flush his cheeks. Under the stained tear lines of his ruined eyeliner, embarrassed pink blossomed and dusted his face.

"...is it bad..?" He didn't once even think about tearing away from Dabi's hold. Not this time.

"Yer all over the place, lil' phoenix~" the villain teased, running a hand through his golden-blond hair. His tone was endearing, not at all negative.

It caused a happy chitter to rise from his throat.

The two of them both paused, looking at each other from this noise. Dabi was quizzical, Hawks was downright humiliated.

"What was that?"

"Wh-what was tha— what?" Hawks almost repeated Dabi's question back to him.

Dabi raised a brow and slowly carded his fingers through Hawks' hair again, pads of his fingers gently scratching against his scalp.

Hawks cleared his throat, feeling another sound rise and squirmed in his hold. "Q..quit..."

His docile voice held an air of chastened desperation.

"Awe~" Dabi quipped, smirk settling into a lop-sided grin. "Ya really are just a birdie~"

"N-no!"

"Yer like a pigeon. Ya forgot how to fly earlier~"

"Don't call me a pigeon!"

"Whatever ya say Pigeon~"

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