Pretty Bird - Redemption Part One

Bonds

Dabi woke up with Hawks' head on his chest. The pro hero snored softly, dead to the world. Actually dead to the world, given that Dabi was the only person who knew where he was. For once, Dabi was glad the TV in his room didn't work, he didn't want Hawks' seeing the news reports and conspiracies about his disappearance. The country was split, many people suspected the truth, that their precious number two was being held somewhere or dead. But there was a shockingly high percentage that believed he'd been in league with the villains from the very beginning, angry at being forced into hero work, which, forced? He couldn't imagine Hawks being forced into anything.

Well. Almost anything.

Not that he was really forcing the bird to stay here. He'd given him plenty of opportunity to leave, he still would if that's what Hawks wanted. It was probably safe to assume the hero was fine with their current arrangement. He'd stayed, and that was enough for Dabi. He gently pushed Hawks onto the pillows, stiffly climbing out of bed and dropping into the chair to address the reason he'd woken up in the first place.

His cock was hard again, not satisfied with one round of fucking. He plucked the bottle of lube off the floor where it had fallen, squeezing a little onto his palm and wrapping it around himself. He groaned at the contact, head lolling against the back of the chair.

The rustle of sheets and feathers distracted him and he glanced toward the bed. Hawks sat up, watching him.

Dabi smirked, but didn't stop stroking himself. "C'mere."

"You said it was the last time."

"You really saying no?"

Hawks groaned. "I'm not up to another round, Dabi."

"I wanna throat fuck you. Up to that?"

Hawks blinked, cheeks turning slightly pink. He mumbled. "I might be..."

Dabi stood up, stretching the kinks out of his shoulders. "Come kneel on the floor."

Hawks obeyed, moving even more stiffly than Dabi had. He sank to his knees in front of Dabi, golden eyes wide as they stared up at him. Dabi gently combed his fingers through his hair. "Open up, pretty bird."

Hawks licked his lips, his voice breathy when he spoke. "Go slow at first?"

Dabi smirked, cupping Hawks cheek in his hand. He ran his thumb over his lips and slipped it between them. Hawks licked it tentatively, then sucked it, eyes watching Dabi carefully. Dabi pulled his hand away, moving it to the back of Hawks head and tangling his fingers in his hair. He guided Hawks' mouth toward his cock.

Hawks licked his lips and flicked his tongue over the head before opening up to let Dabi push it in. He moved slow, letting Hawks test the length. He groaned when the hero rolled his tongue against his piercings, rocking his hips and thrusting almost instinctively. Hawks hummed, tilting his head back to take more of Dabi's cock. Dabi grunted as his dick slipped down Hawks' throat, Hawks' lips wrapped around the base. Hawks bobbed his head, rolling his tongue against it. A flurry of hums and moans sent delicious vibrations through him.

Dabi's fingers tightened in Hawks' hair, thrusting into the tight, wet heat of Hawks throat. Hawks gagged, the muscles convulsing around Dabi's cock. He grunted. "You good, Hawks?"

Hawks hummed, eagerly trying to take Dabi even deeper. Dabi felt himself reaching the edge, thrusting as deep as he could. Hawks swallowed around his dick, tipping him over. He came, spurting seed down Hawks throat. The hero swallowed it all, lapping it off his dick as he pulled away. Dabi wiped his thumb over a trail of drool that leaked form the corner of his mouth. "I think my little bird has earned a treat."

***

Hawks was confused. Dabi had suddenly shoved a pair of pants at him, then draped a sheet over him and dragged him from the hotel room. They'd gone up three flights of stairs, Hawks stumbling over them since he couldn't see with a goddamn sheet over his head. A metal door creaked open and slammed behind them. The sheet was yanked off, revealing roof tops and clear blue skies.

Hawks took a few steps forward, inhaling the fresh air deeply. How had he not realized that he missed this? He had to fly. He had to, his wings demanded to be used-

A fist locked around his wrist. Dabi was holding him back. Hawks pulled at it. "I gotta stretch my wings. I'll come back. I promise, I just gotta-"

"No."

Hawks froze, watching Dabi carefully. "No?"

The villains face was expressionless. "You'll be seen. This part of town isn't exactly... hero friendly."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It means that anyone who sees you will report it to Shigaraki, and we'll both be up shit creek."

Hawks was silent, thinking. Dabi had been ordered to kill him, he hadn't thought about what that meant. "You put yourself in danger by keeping me alive."

"Yeah, well..." Dabi looked away and released his wrist. "Didn't want to see you dead."

***

Dabi's lips were soft against his throat, his body warm beside him. Hawks lay quietly, still in shock. "You're risking your own life to save mine."

"You still dwelling on that?"

"You should've been a hero." The words shocked him, he didn't even realize that's what he'd been thinking. Dabi laughed softly. "I was gonna be a hero. When I was a kid, that was all I wanted to be."

"What happened?"

"My baby brother got his quirk. My Dad thought it was stronger than mine, so he abandoned my training to focus on him."

"You have a little brother?"

"Two of them. And a sister." Dabi grimaced, probably thinking he'd given away too much information. Hawks was just genuinely curious, he wanted to know more about this selfish man who'd risked everything. Dabi interrupted his train of thought. "You got any siblings?"

"Uh. No. Not that I know of, anyway."

Dabi raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to elaborate. Hawks just shrugged. "I never met my dad. It was just me and Mom for a long time. I saved some people when I was a kid and the Hero Commision took us in. Paid for Mom to go to rehab, paid for everything. They're the ones who wanted me to be a hero. So when they told me to get in with the League... I couldn't say no."

Dabi snorted. "So that's it."

"What is?"

"Uh. Nothing, really. Just wondered how someone like you became a pro."

"What else was I gonna do? I had no plans, no aspirations... If I wasn't a pro, I probably wouldn't have done anything with my life."

"Heh. I can see that."

Hawks hummed as Dabi trailed his fingers over his skin, letting his eyes close. He jumped when they dipped below his pants. "Hey! No more sex, you promised!"

A mischievous smirk played the ragged corners of Dabi's mouth. "Didn't promise not to touch you though."

Hawks groaned. "I'm done, outta commission. I can't do any more today, Dabi."

Dabi's touch withdrew, his hand resting on Hawks' belly. He was silent for a minute, his voice soft when he spoke again. "Toya."

Hawks opened his eyes, raising an eyebrow at Dabi. "Huh?"

"Toya. Written with 'winter' and 'night'. Call me that."

Holy shit. Dabi- Toya- had just given him his name. Hawks stared at him, astonished. How was he supposed to react to that? Give him his name? Did he trust the villain enough for that? Dabi watched him, icy eyes unreadable. Hawks licked his lips, unsure about the next step.

"...Keigo. Call me Keigo."