Word for Love

Chapter 15 - Mate

Dabi ran a hand through Hawks' feathered wings, aligning the bristles. The gentle touches kept the hero in a melted state, no thoughts or words passing through his mind. He only absently cooed and trilled as often as he breathed.

The villain had gone as far as Hawks' mind did. The moment Dabi realized he stopped responding to consent check-in; Dabi's system of asking for the green-light every so often, the villain laid him down gently and helped clean him up, finishing him off by helping him jerk off into a tissue just so he wasn't uncomfortable while whispering gentle praises.

Dabi didn't bother to help himself out, just letting his erection die down over time before dressing himself as much as he could with the hero being latched to his side.

It was cute, so Dabi couldn't find any complains with the loss of mobility in all honesty.

He kept stimulating Hawks' wings just so he stayed in subspace for a bit. Dabi wasn't sure why, he just felt like the hero needed a break from the real world for a while—even if Dabi was the only thing that Hawks could really interact with.

Maybe it was the biting (irrational) fear that no matter how much he asked for consent during sex; he'd still be as bad as him.

Maybe he was just taking advantage of Hawks and traumatizing him further.

Maybe he needed to take his hands fucking off Hawks while he was so out of it.

Maybe he didn't deserve to even breathe the same air as the hero.

Maybe he didn't deserve to breathe.

Dabi shifted in his own bed, Hawks spilled across his lap limply. He was barely awake much less lucid. The villain didn't want to face sober Hawks yet—he couldn't. Not in this mental state.

Maybe not ever.

A particularly pointed coo had Dabi quickly checking on his avian cuddle bug. Those big, golden eyes stared up at him anxiously.

Dabi was right, he hurt him. He didn't know how, but he did.

He was a rapist.

He was no fucking better than that man.

Another coo, even more sharply directed to Dabi.

After a moment, even through his spiraling through, the worry won over the panic and he forced a soft smile. "Whasup little birdie? Can you try to tell me?"

He clicked before dizzily chirping, nuzzling into him.

"Mmmnn... ..M'mate..."

Dabi's eyes narrowed at the declaration. He ignored the spark of heat in his chest and cheeks—Hawks wasn't in the right headspace, this didn't mean anything. He couldn't take it to heart.

It hadn't changed what he's done.

"...yeah?" He mused softly, rubbing his nape with the same warm hand.

He got chirp of confirmation and it squeezed his gut again.

He pulled the hand away.

"...I'm sorry Hawksie, I don' think I can be yer mate."

He got a devastated look not a second later.

Big, glossy golden eyes gazed up at him in horror, they already brimmed with tears and he tried to pull away from the villain.

Dabi let him, squeezing his fists together not to reach back out. He didn't say a thing as Hawks curled into his wings and mumbled avian-warbled apologies.