Pretty Bird - Redemption Part One

Hurt

Dabi stomped down the alley behind the hotel. His thoughts were haunted by the image of Hawks' wide eyes and the clench of his jaw as he'd gawked at his scars. He didn't care. He didn't. His scars terrified people, disgusted them, and he liked that. People would do whatever he wanted without even having to use his quirk as a threat, just to get him to go away. So they wouldn't have to look at him anymore.

It did make it difficult to get laid sometimes. Sure, there were all kinds of psycho's with any number of weird kinks, but... He didn't really want that. Didn't want to be somebody's damn fetish. Most 'normal' people didn't want him to touch them, didn't want to touch him. He was used to it, expected it. So why had it turned his stomach when Hawks' looked at him the same way?

He needed a damn drink.

***

Hawks fumbled through the pile of discarded clothes, pulling on the sweats he'd been wearing before and ran for the window. He peered through a crack in the blinds, catching sight of Dabi just as he disappeared around the corner.

He pried the lock on the window open and heaved it up. If he was going to leave, now was the best time. Flying would be hard with the amount of feathers he had, but he just had to make it to the ground and he could run from there. He gripped the sill, about to climb out the window. He froze, Dabi's expression as he left burning at the forefront of his thoughts.

He'd looked... hurt.

Why, though? Hawks released the sill, slowly lowering the window. He was crap at handling emotional stuff, that's why he always left his sidekicks to handle the aftermath of his fights but... He wasn't the type of guy to just leave somebody when they were in pain. Especially if it was his fault.

And... if he was honest, he really didn't want to leave. Sure, he was a hero, a role model, he had obligations and an image to uphold but... it was so good to just get away from all of it. He couldn't remember the last time he'd let himself take a break, there was always somebody who needed saving or some criminal to put behind bars.

Hawks sighed, flipping the lock back in place.

He wouldn't be leaving for a while.

***

Hawks flinched as the door slammed open, turning around slowly. Dabi stood there, glowering at him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I-"

"You think if you stay here you'll somehow work your way back into the Leagues good graces? Think you haven't failed your mission just because you let me fuck you? Why are you still here?"

"I... I don't know, I..."

Dabi growled and kicked the door shut, stomping across the room. He grabbed Hawks' jaw, tilting his head back with bruising force. "Why are you here Hawks? You wanna fuck your way back into my good graces?"

The smell of cheap booze wafted on Dabi's breath when he spoke, and now that he was closer Hawks could see the glassy sheen over his eyes. "You're drunk."

"'S it matter?" Dabi walked Hawks back until he was pressed against the wall. He crushed their mouths together and Hawks wrinkled his nose at the taste of beer. He'd never liked the taste of it, he'd always preferred wine. He turned away as much as he could with Dabi's hand clenched on his jaw. "I don't wanna do this now..."

"You think I care? You're my damn pet, I'll do whatever I want to you."

"You... you're not that kind of guy, Dabi..."

"Pft. How do you know what kind of guy I am? I'm a villain, I see something I want and I take it."

Hawks swallowed hard as Dabi's free hand slipped under the waistline of his sweats. His hips bucked instinctively as Dabi started stroking him. He put his hands on Dabi's shoulders, fisting the fabric of his shirt. "Dabi, I don't wanna do this..."

Dabi wasn't listening. He released his grip on Hawks' jaw to trail his lips over it and down his throat. "Gonna fuck you... fuck you till you can't remember your own name..."

"Stop..." Hawks reached back, plucking a single feather and willing it to sharpen. He didn't want to use it, but like hell would he let Dabi have his way out of pity.

Dabi pushed him away suddenly. "Fine."

Hawks stared after him in confusion as he stripped off his jeans and curled up on the bed. "You're... going to sleep?"

Dabi didn't respond, either passed out or ignoring him. Hawks dropped his feather-dagger on the floor, creeping closer. He reached out, gently trailing the tips of his fingers over Dabi's arm. Dabi jerked his arm away, opening his eyes long enough to glare at him. "You don't wanna fuck, don't bother me."

Hawks backed off, perching on the chair and drawing his knees to his chest. He crossed his arms over them, resting his head in his elbow. What the hell was he supposed to do? Why had he even stayed?