Pretty Bird - Redemption Part One

Touch Me

Hawks watched Dabi carefully. He'd seemed close to admitting something before he'd cut himself off. "You don't trust me, do you?"

Dabi laughed, shuffling off the bed and folding himself onto the floor beside it. "Trust you? No. I don't trust anybody."

"Guess you can't, in your line of work." Hawks pulled his knees up, folding his wings around himself. Silence stretched between them.

"Why haven't you run away, Hawks?"

He jumped at the sudden break in the quiet. How was he supposed to answer that? He needed Dabi to trust him, fuck, he wanted Dabi to trust him. Not for the sake of his mission, but for his own sake."I... I don't know."

He heard Dabi scoff. "You don't know?"

Hawks blushed, burying his face in his knees as the silence resumed. He heard the whisper of fabric and the subtle crack of joints gone stiff as Dabi shuffled around, but didn't look up.

"Touch me."

Hawks' head jerked up. Dabi stood between the bed and the window, backlit so Hawks couldn't see his face clearly. His shirt was gone, fully exposing the scars on his upper body. Hawks could see his chest heave, like he couldn't quite catch his breath.

"What?"

Dabi clicked his tongue, annoyed, and crossed the distance between them in two long strides. His hands fisted around Hawks' wrists and he yanked him forward, forcing his palms against his throat. Against his scars. Dabi's eyes were ice as they bored into Hawks', full of anger and... fear?

Oh.

Hawks pulled his hands away gently, surprised that Dabi let him. He scooted off the bed, standing close enough to Dabi to feel the heat radiating off his body. Dabi flinched as Hawks' fingers brushed over his jaw and down his throat. Hawks pretended not to notice, cupping his other hand over Dabi's cheek and running his thumb over the scarring under his eye. The skin was stiff, not smooth, but surprisingly soft.

Dabi surprised them both by pulling Hawks flush against his chest. Hawks kept his palm against Dabi's cheek and folded his wings around him. Dabi stiffened at first, then leaned into Hawks, resting his head in the crook of his neck.

Centuries passed like that, Dabi leaning on Hawks for support as if he had never had someone to trust before. Hell, he probably hadn't. It was... surprising, seeing this vulnerability from someone as dispassionate as Dabi usually was.

Dabi's hand fisted in his hair suddenly, tilting his head back, staring into his eyes like he was searching for something. "Why haven't you run away?"

"I..." Hawks hesitated. He didn't know the answer, he didn't understand the tumultuous emotions that filled his heart and threatened to break it, emotions he'd buried again and again.

"The truth, Hawks."

"I almost did. But I wanna be with you, I..." He trailed off, his cheeks hot. "I... like you."

Hawks grimaced, the words feeling childish as they tumbled from his lips. "From day one, all I could think about was what it would feel like to kiss you, to be this close to-"

Dabi cut him off with a soft laugh. "You know what, I actually believe you." He leaned in, brushing his lips against Hawks'. "I really want to believe you, Hawks..."

"What do you want me to do?"

The question went unanswered. Dabi tipped him backward, both of them falling onto the bed. Hawks squawked and Dabi cut it short, swallowing the sound when he sealed their mouths together. Hawks kissed back hungrily, wrapping his arms around Dabi's shoulders. Dabi's hand slipped between them, gliding over Hawks abs and slipping under the hem of his sweats. Hawks grunted as Dabi's fist pumped him, panting against Dabi's lips as he stroked. He tangled one hand in Dabi's hair, reaching for his waistline. Dabi's breath hitched when Hawks' hand slipped beneath the hem of his jeans, almost imperceptible, but he didn't stop him. Hawks wrapped his fingers around Dabi's dick, not surprised to find it half hard already.

Dabi pulled away from him suddenly, stripped out of his jeans and dropped back onto the bed, flopping back. Hawks just stared at him, admiring how his belly dipped into his naval and the shadow of crimson hair that trailed to his pelvis. He was startled from his lustful thoughts by the annoyed click of Dabi's tongue and realized he'd said something. "Huh?"

"Y'need a special invitation? I said you could top."

Oh. Oh fuck. Hawks licked his lips, mouth suddenly gone dry. He moved without thinking, crushing his mouth to Dabi's and fumbling his sweats off. Dabi curled up to meet him, knees pressed into Hawks' hips and his hands tangling in his hair. Hawks nipped his way down Dabi's throat and chest, lightly tugging one of his nipples between his teeth. Dabi shoved his head. "Don' do that."

Hawks shrugged it off. Some people liked it, some didn't, that was fine. Instead, he nestled between Dabi's thighs and lowered his mouth over his dick. He flicked his tongue against the tip and nimbly traced down the vein, grinning when Dabi bucked against him. He bobbed his head, rolling his tongue against the studs with every stroke. He pulled Dabi's cock deeper, until it hit the back of his throat, and hummed. Dabi's fingers tightened in his hair briefly before he pulled Hawks off, voice rough and quiet when he spoke. "Don' wanna come yet."

Hawks licked his lips and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Kay..."

Dabi produced the bottle of lube from somewhere, thrusting it into Hawks' hand before leaning back against the pillows. He cocked his knees up, slowly stroking his dick as he watched Hawks. Hawks poured lube onto his fingers, rolling it between them as he moved closer to Dabi. He pressed his index finger in slowly, watching Dabi's face to gauge his reaction. The villain smirked. "Worried you're gonna hurt me?"

Hawks rolled his eyes but said nothing, carefully probing deeper before he added a second finger. Dabi grunted a little as he scissored his fingers and stretched him open. He added a third finger, determinedly stroking against Dabi's walls, looking for the bundle of nerves that would push him over the edge. Dabi inhaled sharply and Hawks smirked. Found it. He stroked over it a few more times until Dabi kneed him. "Knock it off. Told ya already, I don't want to come yet."

Hawks chuckled. "Fine, fine." He withdrew his fingers and wrapped them around his own dick, stroking himself until he was fully hard. A condom packet hit him in the chest before falling onto the bed and he picked it up, a little astonished. Where did Dabi keep pulling things from? He ripped it open and rolled it on, lining his cock up with Dabi's ass and pushing in slowly. Dabi grunted and blinked a few times, like he was trying to force himself to keep his eyes open. His thighs locked around Hawks' hips. Hawks stilled, fully seated inside Dabi. His cock throbbed and he panted, hips shaking from the effort it took not to move before Dabi was ready.

Dabi dragged him down with the fist still tangled in his hair. "Move."

Hawks rolled his hips, leaning over Dabi and fisting the sheets on either side of him. Dabi's fingers were tight in his hair, his mouth hot on Hawks throat as he kissed and licked and bit. Hawks grunted, turning his head to catch Dabi's mouth with his own. He tugged Dabi's bottom lip between his teeth, moaning appreciatively when Dabi suddenly tightened around his cock. His thrusts got faster, harder. "'M close, Dabi-"

"You asking permission?" Dabi laughed. "Come, Hawks."

He did. He fell against Dabi, burying his head in the crook of his neck, his shoulders shaking and gasping for breath. He lay there while he caught his breath, blissfully sleepy and satisfied, sparing a glance at Dabi. "You never came..."

A wide grin split the villains face, almost eerie in the dim hotel room. "We're far from done, pretty bird."