Flowers For An Old Friend; DabiHawks (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 7; A Bloodied Gardenia

Warning; this chapter is slightly spicy.

Why?

Cause the bird is dreaming.

Just give him a second.

Also, I'm not sure if rape occurs in the dream or not.

I'm pretty sure it counts as rape, but it doesn't go far and it's in a dream.

*Hawks's POV*

I was still laying on the mattress, barley keeping my eyes open. I couldn't see anything in the room other than the mattress, but I didn't feel scared. I felt the mattress shift slightly and froze.

"Good morning Birdie." I heard Dabi say from beside me. Slowly, he started to hold himself over top of me with his hands and knees. I had no idea of what exactly was going on until he leaned down to my face. I tried to pull away, but instead I pushed myself up towards him and met his lips halfway.

What am I fucking doing? I don't want this! I imediently started to melt into the kiss. It felt, nice, but I didn't like it. No, why was I kissing him?

He pulled away from me before leaning down to my neck and started to lick the skin there. I let out a weird gasp before tilting my head and allowing him more room.

Stop, stop, I don't want this. I told myself to stop, to just pull away, but I didn't. He kept going, but I didn't say or do anything.

Dabi pulled away from my neck and started to pull off my jacket. For some reason, I wasn't wearing my shirt, so when he trailed his fingers down my sides it was skin to skin. I watched him slip his thumbs under my waistband and start to pull my pants down.

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As soon as my eyes opened, I sat up suddenly. I patted my torso, finding my clothes still there. A sigh escaped my lips as I relaxed and slumped over.

"Did you have a good dream?" I heard Dabi say from the other side of the room. I started to cough again, but this time I caught the petals on my lap.

"No." I swallowed, forcing the flowers back down my throat.

"Really? It sounded like you were having a good dream." He teased, smirking. The flowers started to come back up. Why was this effecting me so much? It wasn't even Touya.

"Can you, just like, not die for five minutes?" He asked. That didn't help, in all honesty it just made it worse. I kept coughing, trying to get the flowers out of my lungs. Suddenly, the pain in my chest seemed to double as I kept hacking. My wings shot out behind me, tensing along with the rest of my body.

I felt Dabi place his hand on the spot on my back between my wings. I could barely breathe, and he wasn't helping at all. I pulled away slightly and continued to cough.

Finally, I felt it fall out of my mouth onto the mattress. It was a gardenia, not just the petals, but the full flower. It was smaller than normal, luckily, only about two inches across. It was covered in my own blood, and I started to feel light-headed.

I stayed sitting on the mattress, panting because I could breathe properly again. My throat felt horrible, but at least it wasn't trying to cough up a flower anymore. Dabi was right behind me, gently rubbing my back. His touch wasn't making me jumpy or nervous. Instead, it just made me start coughing again.

"Oh for the love of, stop dying!" He said, getting away from me. "Just fucking breathe, alright? It's not that hard."

"I would like to see you say that with flowers taking root in your lungs." I wheezed, the metallic taste of blood sitting in my mouth. Dabi chuckled, walking over to the other side of the room.

"On a different note, you said you would tell me about Touya?" I asked, scooping up the flower. Even if they were slowly killing me, they were still pretty. They just reminded me so much of him.

"You literally just spit up a flower and yet you're still worried about your stupid friend?" I shot him a glare, and he raised his hands defensively. "I'm just saying, aren't you focused on the wrong things right now? Maybe stop dying first then find your friend later?"

"I never said he was a friend." Dabi froze, dropping his hands back to his sides.

"Well, no one, especially not Pros go around looking for people who went missing years ago. Especially not if they went missing before they became a hero." He said with a smirk. I sighed and leaned against the wall.

"Even so, you said you would tell me about him. So, explain. Why are his letters here? Did he live here with you? What happened to him?" Dabi's eyes suddenly had this serious look, different than how he had looked previously. It looked so familiar.

"Yeah, kid lived here. But one day he didn't come back. That was a few years ago. Honestly, I don't think he's coming back. I don't think he can."

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*Dabi's POV*

"Yeah, kid lived here. But one day he didn't come back. They was a few years ago. Honestly, I don't think he's coming back. I don't think he can."

I lied. I wanted so badly to tell him that I was right here in front of him. But I couldn't. If I told him, he would hate me. He would hate the boy that he saw at the park. I couldn't have it.

Keigo stared down at the floor with his grip on the flower loosening. It fell to the floor silently, and he didn't make a move to pick it up.

"Okay." He whispered. I almost couldn't hear him. He stood up from the mattress without looking at me. "Thank you."

Without another word, he left.

And I almost tried to stop him.

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