30 Day NSFW challange Dabihawks edition!

Day 2: Kiss (Naked)

Word count: 8030

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Hello!
I don't typically write notes at the beginning of chapters, however I would like you to know that this new instalment does include Trans masc Hawks. This means that I will be using afab terminology for the most part with him.

If that is something you find uncomfortable or just don't really like, I would like to kindly ask you to wait for the next chapter.

Please do be respectful in the comments as well please. However, if I have missenterpreted something and/or displayed something in an offensive or tone-deaf manner I beg you to let me know! ^^

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A single droplet of crimson blood rolled down the side of Hawks' face, trailing the smooth curve of his cheek before smudging into the stubble he'd decided to grow out. He tried to screw his eyes shut despite the pain, taking a few deep breaths; each one of his shuddery inhales rattled his lungs, heart still thundering in his creaking rib cage and pumping him full of adrenaline. That group had caught him entirely off guard! He'd been so distracted with trying to sign all the objects that were being tossed at him by fans that he hadn't even noticed the approaching danger until they ripped him free from the centre of the hoard, a gasp of shock ringing out in unison for onlookers. A scene he was certain he wouldn't forget soon.

There wasn't a chance the number two hero would be so easily defeated though... Not after all that rigorous training. It would simply be a waste for him to embarrass himself like that, especially in front of all his adoring fans (some of which looked to be no older than 10). He couldn't have that!

As is the norm, the hero always wins in the end. Unfortunately, he did sustain some pretty brutal injuries from the attack. Clearly the group had calculated their assault before initiating combat, striking one at a time with pinpoint accuracy. From what Hawks had gathered, they planned on scuffing him up and trying to wear him out before making use of the clear group advantage to take him down. Sadly, they failed to take into account the fact that Hawks, a singular man, had a full set of wings at his disposal. Each feather was more than capable of handling a criminal or two. Despite them having plotted, teamed up and successfully maimed the pro, they wound up just like every other criminal Hawks faced; detained, escorted then jailed.

He'd sucked up the plithora of hisses and complaints that threatened to spill from his lips, jamming them behind a carefully crafted professional grin that worked well to mask the throbbing pain shooting through his aching nerves. Hawks had managed to stop the villains and continue his fan meet, but at what cost?

He now sat slumped against his balcony doors, biting his bottom lip so hard he could feel the thin layers of skin start to snap and bruise. It was some futile attempt to keep his suffering under wraps, knowing he wasn't free from prying eyes just yet. His ruby plumage picked up on the slight thrum of electricity webbing through hidden wires and devices, keen camera lenses focusing and honing in on the pitiful pro. There was no way he could possibly show such weakness in front of the many hidden eyes of his superior's, the never ending pressure of their thousands of lenses pressing down on him in a far different way than the brute he'd managed to kick away earlier had. It might not have been as physically painful, but the mental anguish, knowing that he will never be free from the shackles of his poor life, was more than enough to make up for it.

The bird huffed, dragging himself up to stand with a bloodied hand on the handle of the door. It creaked under his weight, nearly snapping free from the metal that held it in place as the shaky man attempted to hobble towards his kitchen that looked out over his living room. Open plan was superior, and nobody could change his mind on that. It made him feel just that little bit more free, unrestrained from the crushing walls and expectations... even if it was simply a false sense of comfort. Alas, at the end of the day, it was the very people who enforced these suffocating rules that had given him this. All of this. He was in no position to oppose them.