Rivals with benefits ( Dabihawks smut )

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Hawks blinked a few times, unsure how to react to the scenario these people had going on. Enji rose at once, bowing slightly towards the host before leaving immediately after nodding at Keigo. His icy blue eyes held contact with Hawks' golden ones for a second and a cold shiver went all the way through the younger hero's body. They looked just like Dabi's, the spitting image of the arsonist's in fact. Was he projecting or going crazy? He shook the thought off, knowing that it was idiotic and that he had more pressing things to worry about. Deciding to take off his suit jacket for coverage of his pants, Keigo rose as well, talking to the host for a while longer before telling his PA he'd fly home alone today, no need for a car.

Dabi went and headed towards the shower, we was all messy and just wanted a restart. No one had suspected anything about Dabi and Endeavor being related, at least he had no idea that some people in the commission knew who he really was. He didn't know how they'd find it but guess it was possible. He stripped of his clothes, putting them to the wash as he then hopped in a warm shower, cold usually made his skin hiss.

Hawks arrived at his apartment, top floor of a very well known luxery complex. The whole floor was his, outdoor area included, which sometimes made him feel a bit out of place. To think he'd come from absolute poverty into this was a true miracle. His security system deactivated once he entered, several locks clicking his doors shut. The commission wasn't to be fooled when it came to top priority safety. He decided to hop under the shower before cooking, his cum-stained pants making him highly uncomfy now.

Dabi stretched in the shower, closing his eyes a little as the water ran across his skin. He wet his hair, running his strong, nice fingers through it and grabbing his soap. His soap was, baby nighttime soap, it was the only soap he found that didn't burn his skin and scars. Usually he just spritzed himself with cologne to mask the smell, but it didn't smell bad, it mixed very well. He washed his body, getting all of himself clean, carefully not to mess with his staples too much. After he was done, he dried off and walked to his room ass naked, going to get clothes on.

After the relaxing shower, Hawks started preparing the soba with chicken stripes, hoping Dabi didn't have any specific diet he should have asked about beforehand. His kitchen was huge, was too big for one single person but great for parties and big gatherings. Not that he had lots of them anyways. He also opened a nice bottle of wine to let it breathe while waiting for Dabi, wanting to surprise him a bit. Him. The villain. Hawks pushed the thought away. Fuck he was falling for the one who he should have definitely avoided.

Dabi didn't have a diet, he just tried to stay away from sugary foods and breaded foods on a day to day bases so that when out with people he could eat what he wanted but still be fit. He got some nice-ish clothes on. Similar ones that he was wearing at the bar, except not. He wore a white shirt, black pants and a leather jacket. He had a singular chain on, and his doc martens. This was a casual outfit..but to him he barely dressed up. It was almost like a...date. No. It wasn't. It was just dinner..with a guy he fucked..and found attractive..and secretly wanted more than what he was getting. Totally not a date. Fuck. The hero. He couldn't. This had to stop..but he was so addicted.

After finished the soba and setting the table, Hawks got dressed in very tight black jeans and a loose button-up top. He loved showing off his ass whenever it mattered, being really proud of it and the hard work he put in the gym and his work outs. He finished his outfit combo with nice expensive cologne, loving this particular scent he had a brand deal with as one of their models. Came in handy a lot. Once it was eight, he started filling the wine into their respective glasses, lighting a few candles on the table. Gosh, this felt like a proper date.

Dabi was there right on time, exactly at eight. His motorcycle could be heard when he pulled into the the complex. He got up to where he was, surprisingly not being stopped by anyone, but he was very discreet. He was trained very well..he could walk across a stage in front of thousands of people and not be seen by hardly any of them. Dabi made a decent amount of money doing what he did. Maybe half of what Hawks makes, and that's good money in his opinion. He knocked on the door, fixing his hair a little and smelling his shirt to make sure he smelled good..like his cologne and he did. He wanted to impress him and it drove him mad. Hawks might not think of it as a date..so Dabi needed to play it off like just a little get-together. Jesus fuck...he knew he couldn't do that. He wanted to pin him to the wall..touch him lovingly all over..claim his body with his hands and mouth..claim his soul with his own. Make him his. Because Dabi was already attached..and whether he'd admit it or not. He was already Keigo's.