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Number Two Hero, Hawks, should never have been born an omega.
This was established early on, as soon as he approached puberty and inhibitors became as much of a frequent appointment as alpha scented colognes that would hide his actual second gender from the rest of the world. Hawks belongs to the people, and his absolute focus is pivotal to the security of the country. Japan cannot afford Hawks mating, or simply in heat for that matter.
Dampening the risk is not without effort either, because not only is Hawks an omega whose first hint of scent during adolescence was described as ‘alluring and desirable’ by the doctors assigned to his medical check-ups, but he is also a heteromorph, which supposedly makes the line between human traits and animalistic features from a creature that mates for life sometimes too blurred to take any risk.
All of that goes without saying, Hawks should have never had an alpha.
Hawks never should have wanted Dabi either, that was the plan.
Dabi was nothing but his way in, and Hawks only got close to Dabi – someone he judged, despised, didn’t trust – because he desperately needed to uncover the barely visible web being weaved between the League of Villains and the Meta Liberation Army before something terrible happened.
But Hawks was always good at failing and bad at falling, and so there was no dampener in the world that could have kept his eyes from roaming over Dabi’s neck and chest; from experiencing a completely different type of heat whenever Dabi’s hands brushed his if even by accident; from craving Dabi’s mismatched lips on his own and the villain’s fingers through his feathers. Of course, Hawks gathered all of his desires in a sack and threw them in the garbage disposal bin where they belonged.
That was easy until Dabi started wanting Hawks back, too.
Hawks never should have kissed, stroked, or slept with Dabi.
But once, down the docks, Dabi looked at Hawks like he saw a person, a little pathetic man wrapping himself in his barely oversized fur jacket and averting his eyes in the distance, hiding them behind a visor, rather than the invincible, destined for great things Pro Hero Hawks…
And so Hawks failed and fell harder.
The first time Dabi kissed him, grabbing the strings moving Hawks’ fate in his own fingers rather than leaving the hero to handle his own demise, Hawks just let it happen. He blamed Dabi for the initiative and he blamed the rising tempo of his heartbeats on the fear of being discovered as a spy, rather than the true fear of being discovered as someone who sealed his own wings on purpose to allow the fall. And that was before Dabi even knew Hawks was not an alpha. It was before Hawks’ body started rebelling to its own constraints. Dabi never kissed him out of pheromones; Dabi either kissed him because he was attracted to Hawks or because he intended on using him.
Believing the latter to be the case was easier at the time.
When Dabi sneaked into Hawks’ Commission-bought apartment unannounced, stumbling and wounded, in need of rescue, blood running from his abdomen awakening the predator in Hawks’, there wasn’t enough artificial alpha den smell that could have kept him from knowing the truth.
Hawks tended to his wounds because he still needed his contact , he needed Dabi alive. Not because he needed Dabi, period. To this very day, Hawks still hates that subtle, nasty part of him that knew Dabi would smell him without any dampener or cologne on him; the part that wished Dabi found out.
His omega, long asleep, asked for something for the first time, and instead of hushing it down, Hawks caved in.
All it took was for him to read the signs into Dabi’s eyes as soon as Hawks was done sanitizing and bandaging his wounds. It kicked in immediately: the way they widened when he breathed Hawks’ natural scent in; the genuine, unfiltered shock over his features when he realized; the way the tips of his ears turned red when he tried to mask it, mumbling about how he just knew . The villain practically drooled over the floor of Hawks’ apartment, though he conveniently claims that never happened whenever Hawks mentions it. The hero got a good feeling of just how ‘alluring and desirable’ his omega scent was when Dabi’s nails scratched the floor as the villain held himself grounded, his features twisting, his breaths coming out shot, his nature calling to claim, take, mark .
On that occasion, it was Hawks who kissed Dabi though so he had nothing and no one to blame it on, and while he was always a bird of prey, the way Dabi’s alpha all but growled from within definitely awakened Hawks’ omega from its induced slumber.
It was feverish and irresistible. Hawks’ body started howling in return, answering the call right away despite the inhibitors; an uncontrollable dance, two pieces made to slot together perfectly in a slippery dance. Hawks had never experienced a full-on heat before but he imagined it to be close to that: body boiling, heat rising, fingers and legs trembling. Desire to be taken, to be shaken, to earn approval; whimpering and pleading for those needs to be fulfilled.
Hawks never should have fallen in love.
Love, family, sentimentalism: those are all things Hawks locked away a long time ago for his country. He never knew what love was until Dabi. He understood caring and fled quickly away from affection whenever the chance presented itself, but love…
Hawks never got any personal one, so when it hit him, it hit hard.
When Dabi first took him against a wall, thrusting into him like he had Hawks’ stamina instead of his easily tired body, Hawks pleaded in relief against the villain’s tongue because he thought that getting off would help getting over his crush or his omega’s sexual awakening or whatever that hunger was.
But Dabi stroked his face, held him against the wall while he came onto the floor and his own clothes, outside of Hawks’ needy body – whispering soft praises as their foreheads pressed together – and much to Hawks’ horror, his omega purred.
Whatever it was between Dabi and him, the inhibitors weren’t enough to keep it at bay. If that was due to Hawks’ bird genetics, a different kind of DNA, he never found out.
Hawks never should have been marked.
He never should’ve let anyone close to his neck.
However, after his embarrassing, unprofessional little purring, their relationship shifted.
Dabi was still a sarcastic little shit to him, in public and in private; he took pleasure in taunting Hawks about Hero society, about them , about Hawks’ public image and his privileges.
Whenever Dabi kissed him to just kiss him or rile him up, he’d be rough and indelicate and hungry; but whenever he kissed to have him, to feel him, to chase the sound of his happy purring, Dabi would kiss Hawks slowly, dragging the slide of their tongues for as long as he could before he stripped Hawks of all of his layers of clothes and fucked him slowly, languidly.
He would still tease him, but his quips would turn affectionate rather than judgmental, and they would get lost in a sea of praises about how gorgeous, relaxed, tight Hawks was for him. Every time, Dabi would pull out and come between their bodies. And whenever Hawks purred in reply, Dabi would lean in, hovering his body or dragging him closer, to plant maddening butterfly kisses along Hawks’ neck, purposely beating around his gland, gently teasing it with his lips and occasionally pulling it with a tender suckle.
Every single time, it drove Hawks closer to insanity.
And insane he became, or at least stupid enough to beg Dabi to mark him despite rationally knowing their time was running out. Dabi did not step back on being a wonderfully pleasing alpha, of course. He did let Hawks beg twice or three times during sex – Hawks’ little bird brain going madder with every night and day they slept together, chanting a repetitive chorus of matematemate whenever Dabi was inside him – but when he marked Hawks, it was in his inviolable nest: in the bathtub of Hawks’ secret apartment, the one he got for himself, their bodies sunk in hot bubbly water and his back pressed against Dabi’s chest, Dabi’s arms around him.
At first, it was tentative nipping and soft kissing, nothing new, but Dabi dragged it out for so long, it became suspicious.
His forearms wrapped around Hawks’ waist as he leant in more, his canines only scratching the surface. When Hawks got the hint, he couldn’t even begin to beg, because before he opened his mouth, he was purring against what his body and heart had already chosen as his alpha. Dabi took it as permission of course, the sign so clear it would’ve been visible in a dark night, lights out, fog dense, from miles away.
When Dabi marked Hawks, biting into his gland in the bathtub of his nest, Hawks’ purring turned into cooing.
He cooed when Dabi, his mate, turned his head by grabbing his chin and kissed him.
He cooed when Dabi fucked into him in the bed of his apartment, then chirped happily when Dabi growled against his mouth, dropping sweat onto his face as he thursted at a relentless pace like he was digging holes into Hawks’, the word mineminemine falling over between them, making Hawks feel loved rather than owned for the first time.
His alpha seemed to love the sweet bird sounds the HPSC had locked away with his second gender.
He seemed to love all of Hawks’ bird features: his eyes would roam in mad wonderment over Hawks’ wings when Hawks rode him; he would pound into Hawks, pressing his body in a thin line against his back, between his feathers, just to hear and feel him coo against him; he would never miss a chance to preen Hawks’ feathers and he would patiently listen on how to do it despite the sarcastic quips he’d make.
In return, just like the Commission had rightfully anticipated, Hawks’ mated bird instincts started to come out, and Hawks, as their ungrateful child, went ahead in spite of the fond wise warning.
The only thing really keeping Hawks from giving his all was the awareness that there was a clock on their heads and their expiration date was due imminently.
Hawks definitely never should have let Dabi back into his apartment or his life after the raid.
It doesn’t matter that Dabi is his alpha. It doesn’t matter that Hawks loves the smoking man on his balcony from the memories of their nights together to the point of heartache; he loves him just as he despises the villain, the murder, the avenger ; just as much as wants to know about Touya Todoroki , the boy who was hurt, the man who is screaming for revenge and recognition at the man who saved Hawks’ life.
Feeling so intensely about Touya doesn’t justify letting him walk through the door after betraying him, after killing Jin, after knowing his alpha is not just Dabi but the son of Endeavor.
In his defense, Hawks has none.
When Touya’s hands surprise him in the darkness of his apartment – Hawks’ feathers no longer responsive to vibrations and sounds after being burnt to ashes by his alpha – the hero surrenders to him immediately. It’s wicked, the way they curl around one another, desperately joining their bodies, Touya’s hysterical, now careless free laughter driving Hawks’ heart to explode out of his ribcage. It’s the best they’ve ever had – no games between them, no mission to push one another in the corner, an impending destructive war giving it just that touch of incoming doom that makes them relentless and incapable of tiring.
The tauntings about Twice hurt Hawks to a brand new level. He can’t read or feel his alpha’s emotions despite the bond. His judgment does more damage to Hawks’ heart than Dabi’s boot on his back, on his face.
Touya’s continuous, mad laughter fills his never before so loud apartment, which makes his bird-omega’s cooing and chirping sounds shatter the silence as well.
Hawks should never have had any pack (or should he say flock ?) cravings.
That’s only natural because Keigo Takami has never experienced family or just belonging to a group of people that he could call that. He’s done some terrible things too, most recently to his friend, a companion of his alpha, so he’s on the right track to being a terrible father – as genetics would suggest as well. He always assumed he would never feel the need for something he couldn’t understand in the slightest.
And consciously, he didn’t.
So, in his actual defense, he never even thought he could lock a knot.
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Touya’s fingers undo his pants as smoothly and quickly as Dabi undid Endeavor’s life in front of the entire country.
Hawks probably shouldn’t, but he is already panting in the mouth of the man who brought Japan on the verge of collapse almost single-handedly, a villain and a murderer who has the Number Two Hero in his palms, precisely holding his waist against the counter of his unutilized, pristine kitchen; right there where his visor and his gloves rest abandoned next to the very expensive knife set Touya finally put to good use since he started cooking for Hawks months ago.
He takes his one chance when their mouths part; when his tongue is no longer too engaged in a familiar dance to form any words, but his pants are still loosely hanging unbuttoned, gravity calling them to the ground.
“Touya,” he’s tried this a few times over already since getting out of the hospital; the name and the stopping, and only one of them works, “you should get out.”
The name always hits like a charm. His alpha’s palms stroking along his waist, hot despite the raw texture of his compression flight shirt, arms slipping easily under the hanging sides of his open jacket prove just how much Touya approves of being called his true name by his mate.
Dabi never called him Keigo after the raid. It’s as if Touya knows Hawks rejects the name as much as Keigo knows Dabi craves to be called his real one.
The attempt at stopping - Touya and himself - isn’t as successful.
Touya snickers against Hawks’ lips, nuzzling at his cheek, eyes eating Hawks’ features like he’s starving, like they haven’t been doing this for months, no matter their personal circumstances – no matter the circumstances of the entire country.
“Why, little bird?” His voice is as tempting as his body, his heart, his soul. Hawks wants all of it, but doesn’t think he should claim it despite their bond. His omega gives a timid pur, a supplication, in response to both his own doubt and the question. “You scared your alpha’s going to hurt you again?”
Hawks isn’t sure why he moans when Touya kisses him.
He should probably be terrified.
That’s another should, would, could malfunction of his.
He doesn’t know how to tell Touya that is not the reason why he should walk out. Touya should leave because Hawks lied, because Hawks betrayed him, because Hawks killed Jin. All Touya did in response to that, Hawks had it coming – a fair punishment, an honest battle he lost.
When Touya presses against him, half hard and fully eager, it’s tough to imagine wanting anything but his alpha inside.
Touya leaves his mouth hanging, choosing to direct his lips below Hawks’ jaw, where the skin is pink and bruised, rough and ruined from the work of his flames, licking gently with the tip of his tongue and leaving a trail of cold wetness that makes Hawks tremble when warm breath ghosts over it. A shiver runs down his spine, from his bones to his timidly growing tiny wings, feathers quivering in anticipation, a shadow of what they used to be.
“You should be afraid.” Touya’s words are hushes between short breaths.
The alpha is growing impatient, the threat helps him control it, but Hawks can tell. He also knows Touya would never hurt him in this house, outside of the battlefield.
“I am afraid.” His hand slips through white hair, holding Touya’s head so that he cannot lean back, so that he cannot look into Hawks’ eyes and tell that Hawks is afraid of losing the war, causing the death of thousands if not millions; and that he’s afraid of losing Touya before he has a chance to truly know him, know his alpha, know his mate.
Touya chuckles over the scar he gave him, he rests his cheek in the collar of Hawks’ jacket, among the fur.
“Yeah? Why am I allowed in, then?” Fingers play with the waistband of his briefs through his pants, knuckles hot when they slip playfully beneath the material. Lips kiss along Hawks’ jaw and neck. “My little omega just wants to be fucked so badly, he is willing to take the risk?”
Just the thought makes him dizzy: Touya close, their sweaty, sticky bodies pressing together, their tongues making a knot in their mouth the way Hawks wishes his alpha could inside him – tied together, inescapable. He is aware of the throb in his pants, right against Touya’s body, how it cannot be missed. He knows the wetness won’t go unnoticed either with the way it clings to the cloth immediately after drooling out of him.
He throws a leg around Touya’s hips anyway.
The villain catches it promptly, taking his chance to lift Hawks on the kitchen counter for good measure. From above, Hawks stares into dazzling blue eyes, enlightened by the incoming moon making itself home from the wide windows.
“Yeah,” he whispers the lie over Touya’s features, fascinated by the wicked, loving grin he gets in return, “you should still walk out.”
He never really tells him off.
He only ever suggests him off, so to speak.
Touya cocks his head to the side, spikey strands of hair falling cutely over his face, unveiling part of his forehead.
“But I’m a fuck-up, babe.” He objects, amusement coloring him boyish. “And I want to fuck you up some more, too. That way,” his hand cups Hawks’ face, thumb running along the burn scar, “you and I will be the same.”
Hawks wants to tell him he doesn’t need any scars to be like Dabi.
They are both fuck-ups, which is how they got into this mess in the first place and it cost someone their life. But the fact is Hawks has his pants unbuttoned, his alpha between his thighs and a growing spot of wetness dropping from his hole. If they haven’t had that conversation about it by now, this is not the time to.
Besides, it’s getting harder to focus, as his bird brain decided that being ruined by his mate so that they can be the same, be together and die together instead of continuing without one another, is the best option. It shuts his mouth, freezes his brain and makes him kick awkwardly from the kitchen counter, frustration growing when he realizes he cannot take his boots or pants off with Touya between his legs.
“That’s my good boy.” Touya slides along his body like a snake, almost getting kicked in the process.
Hawks’ omega immediately attempts at cooing at the praise, but his vocal chords are still too damaged, so he has to settle for purring. It’s still pleasing to Touya, judging by his smirk. The villain frees Hawks from his boots, his pants and his compression tights with careful hands.
Hawks’ legs hang naked from the counter, his cock stands to attention under his alpha’s stare and his complimenting words.
Long fingers run along the skin, tracing a path among his blond thin hairs running to his crotch, as Touya lifts him again, lips teasing Hawks with proximity, heat, movement from spoken words.
“Wish you’d come to me years ago, so we’d have all the time in the world,” Hawks breathes in deeply through the sting and warmth; Touya’s words hurt and comfort him, “never thought I’d get a bond, ya know. Makes the ride much more fun.”
Hawks’ forehead drops against Touya’s, his thighs instinctively twitching to close when the wetness sticks his briefs to the surface of the counter. The big hands of his alpha keep his legs spread. He settles between them more carefully, rubs his cheek against Hawks’ with long lingering breaths that keep the hero’s face heated. His long eyelashes tickle where they stroke Hawks’ skin.
Touya’s right hand runs along his side, his thumb traces Hawks’ hipbone, his fingertips can easily reach where Hawks’ body is burnt.
Hawks confesses like he almost never does: “Never thought I’d get one either.”
Sighing against his mouth, Touya tightens his hold on him, evidently surprised at the admission.
Hawks’ erection gives a little twitch just picturing Touya holding him like this by the waist while slipping into him, keeping him in place as he fucks into him like he’s done dozens of times before. But Touya’s fingers tease at the waistband of his briefs again for a moment, before he’s playfully tracing the outline of Hawks’ pulsing cock, finger sliding from the head and then along the length, making Hawks’ hips snap and then roll, trying to reach for more, to get his alpha on the job.
“Guess they were right keeping you locked up, huh?” The tip of Touya’s tongue runs along his lower lip. “Check out your alpha.” He whistles, amused, then presses a chaste kiss to Hawks’ lips like he’s not palming his cock fully now at the same time. “Messed up tastes, couldn’t have done worse.”
“Agreed.” Hawks’ nose aggressively pokes at his cheek, a personal attack. “Another alpha would have definitely fucked me by now.”
It always does wonders.
Touya growls against his mouth, his other hand climbing Hawks’ body in an instant to tug at his hair, pulling his head back until his neck is exposed. Hawks throbs between Touya’s fingers, rolls his hips at the way they rub on him through the material.
His pretty little alpha: talks big; craves attention; hates the competition, even when it’s just theoretical.
His teeth find Hawks’ scarred neck, biting through the first layer of skin and then sucking gently in compensation. The little whine he delivers on Hawks’ moist skin reeks of desperation, no matter how put together he wants to look.
When his hand leaves Hawks’ erection, the hero has no time to complain, because Touya’s fingers are already at the waistband of his briefs once more, this time to pull down. Hawks helps promptly in the process, using his palms on the counter to lift himself, strong arms holding his body mid air steadily, so that Touya can slip the piece of clothing off his body and onto the ground.
His amazed look at Hawks’ naked lower half as if he hadn’t seen him bare dozens of times by now gives the hero time to finally pull his jacket off unceremoniously, his torso already sweaty from the heat, as the compression shirt of his uniform clinging to each of his muscles like second skin proves. That is way too much sweat to just have started, but it’s easier to blame it on the jacket than stop what they’re doing and wonder.
Touya’s eyes are generous with their wandering, as they abandon Hawks’ crotch to navigate his still half-covered upper body, running along the muscles of his arms, his abdomen, his chest.
“See what I mean?” Hawks teases behind a serious tone, pretending like his dick isn’t redder and more swollen by the second, “at this point, another alpha–”
He never gets to finish the sentence because Touya is grabbing him by the waist and taking him off the counter. Hawks instinctively kicks and flutters the tiny wings on his back to keep balance, but Touya is holding him more firmly than he thought.
His mouth is on the villain’s before he knows what’s happening.
The entire walk to Hawks’ bedroom is a maddening storm of licking into each other’s mouth without a break as Hawks tries, pathetically and uselessly, to rub himself against Touya in the process – even by accident, even for just a little friction, desperation starting to take over the logical conclusion that he could just wait a few more seconds.
Touya drops him onto the wide soft bed without any grace and he doesn’t follow until he has thrown his own jacket on the floor of Hawks’ room.
Then Touya is hovering over him, elbows at the side of Hawks’ neck, his face over the hero’s.
“Are you suddenly out of words, hero?”
Hawks doesn’t know why the question travels along his back, through his veins, slips into his lungs, filling them with its weight in lieu of air, kicking it all out until he’s coming short of it. His weight is fully on the mattress, his want is only for Touya.
There could never be another alpha. There could never be another person.
Touya is quick to bite into his damaged neck, teeth piercing at height of Hawks’ scent gland, rebranding, making a statement. His teeth whisper I hate you for what you did; they murmur I love how broken you are. Hawks basks in the feeling, his hands clinging on Touya’s loose sweatshirt because it’s the only way he can keep himself afloat. He moans at the way Touya’s lower lip rolls against his scars, jolts his hips up looking for friction, flutters his little wings painfully against the mattress, trying to lift himself closer.
His alpha usually takes his sweet time even when Hawks provokes him, but not today it would seem. His growls are desperate even when he tries to suffocate them; his breaths are quick in sequence, short and rushed. Hawks doesn’t know what it is but he feels it too. There’s something trembling deep within, hiding in the deepest pits of him, surging to come out.
There’s no teasing or hesitation when Touya slips his hand between their bodies, tracing Hawks’ covered muscles, running along his length with barely a brush in the process and reaching for his opening, where Hawks feels heated and wet, ready to welcome his alpha.
“I don’t think that’s necessary,” he pants when Touya circles his hole with a smirk on his face.
“You never think it is.” The villain mocks – his eyes turning slightly softer, his gaze making Hawks’ toes curl. His fingertip strokes along his hole once, twice. Hawks’ face becomes hotter when he feels his own hole clench around nothing, begging to be filled. “But you might as well be right this time around.”
Hawks knows.
He says it all the time, but this once slick gushes down his asscheeks, running along his skin, immediately soaking the tip of Touya’s finger as it finally makes its way in despite the premise, sliding inside Hawks easily. Touya hovers over him again, lifted on one elbow, stares at Hawks’ face for reactions shamelessly, eyes wandering over his features as he probes his omega’s insides like he hasn’t dozens of times before already.
Hawks always concedes because they have little left to hide from one another at this point. He whines and lifts his hips off the mattress, serving himself in a clear request, an invitation for Touya to feast over his banquet. The villain smirks over his body, his other hand runs through Hawks’ hair, stroking blond strands off his forehead as they now stick to it easily, while he hooks his finger inside, exploring like he doesn’t know Hawks’ body inch by inch by now.
“You’re looking pretty undone already, little bird.” He murmurs over Hawks’ face with a hot breath, pushes another finger inside easily.
Hawks’ toes are curled up painfully, his wings flap in agitation, squeezed between his back and the mattress, aching from being crumpled under the weight.
He can feel Touya’s dick throb against his thigh. He wants it so bad , wants to feel his alpha deep inside, twitching and shooting until he puts a knot in him. He also knows they can’t. His muscles tighten along his body, like it’s trying to physically prevent him from even considering it.
So before he can, Hawks runs a hand along own body, pretends to only accidentally brush his own aching cock along the way – that brief, minuscule relief almost enough to have him weep and laugh, but definitely enough to make him kick his feet on the bed – and aims for the flap of Touya’s stapled jeans, reaching for the old, barely-still-standing zipper.
Touya welcomes the attempt with an amused grin, rocking his hips up to meet Hawks’ awkward move, apparently confident as always, but Hawks is his mate, he cannot miss the drop of sweat that is running along his temple, not the way his eyes look much heavier.
He can appreciate the put together act much better now. Thinking back to all the times Dabi looked so unbothered and in control, and Hawks, even with his tongue in his mouth, never suspected a thing. That doesn’t mean Hawks likes it. Now that Hawks saw Touya, heard him laugh freely as they rolled among the sheets, saw the lively glimmer in his blue eyes, the sparkle of life over the dullness of destruction, he can’t take the put together act anymore, no matter the appreciable talent.
It’s a good thing he knows how to pull Touya’s strings.
Because Hawks kept all to himself just as much as Dabi did, Touya loses it easily every time Hawks the liar confesses his little truths.
He’s just short of fishing Touya’s cock out of his pants – because well, Touya’s not an underwear enthusiast – fingers fisting gently and loosely around him, when he nuzzles Touya’s sweaty temple and whispers into his ear.
“If you touch me now, I might come, Touya.”
He loves to feel it, the way his alpha thrusts into his fist, groaning when it’s not tight enough to give him release. Hawks might be desperate but he’s definitely not the only one.
“Fuck,” Touya hisses between their faces, a raw breathless chuckle following, his fingers are completely still inside Hawks, the angle too awkward to continue.
Hawks chases that careless chuckle physically, moving up so Touya’s forced to slip his fingers out of him and fall back. He straddles Touya’s lap as the villain lifts himself on his elbows so that he can enjoy the show of his omega settling, legs spread, on him. Hawks reaches for the stranding dick popping out of Touya’s old jeans, piercings shining in the dim city lights coming from the window, a stripe of moonlight framing Touya’s chest, his waist and Hawks over him. The gleam of the jewels always gives Hawks’ bird brain a memorable kick, but tonight is on a mission.
His hand strokes Touya again – this time fully, tightly.
Hawks’ always pleasantly surprised at the way his alpha grows in his hand. Even when it looks like Touya’s already too hard, too dark, too aching to grow, he always stretches a few inches more between Hawks’ fingers. His hands come to rest on Hawks’ hips where he can feel the burn, the scorching temperature of his alpha starting to boil for him.
Touya’s blue eyes glimmer in the shadows of Hawks’ room.
“Did you mean that?” Hotter hold on the hips, tighter hold around Hawks’ heart, excitement paints one level over the need to be acknowledged in his alpha’s tone. Hawks doesn’t miss it despite the masking. “Just from my fingers, Hawks?”
The attempt at shaming to recover from the showcase of need is lost in the rising temperature of his hands, and if Touya gets any hotter, then he’ll leave a mark on Hawks’ hips too. Hawks’ cock pulses visibly in the moonlight at the wishful thought of carrying the shape of his alpha’s flaming hands on his skin at all times.
“Yeah,” He rolls his hips down, makes sure Touya’s cock in his hand slips between his ass cheeks if by a second, delighted in the way his alpha sighs despite the effort, “don’t want to, though. Wanna come with you inside.”
Want you to come inside, too , he doesn’t say.
Want you to knot me , he silences even just in his head out of fear of being heard in his thoughts.
Fortunately, the way Touya moves one hand from his hip and onto his own erection, joining Hawks’ fingers in the slow, dragged jerking until he’s just that infinitesimal bit more swollen that makes Hawks insane, is a good enough distraction to forget about that urge for a moment.
Hawks adjusts like he adjusted to life and like he’ll adjust to his alpha’s thick cock again. All he ever learned how to do, he learned to do it like a Pro. His fingers run lower to wrap around Touya’s hand, thumb running along his knuckles as he joins the villain in holding himself so that Hawks can position his leaking hole in line with Touya’s pretty pink head.
It pops in easily, as predicted, and the way it stretches past Hawks’ rim asks a huge effort out of his muscles to keep his thighs from trembling. And yet, when he spreads his legs and lowers just a few inches along Touya’s shaft and he looks back at Touya, it’s pretty evident that Hawks doesn’t need to keep himself together anymore.
Touya is sprawled on the mattress like a princess, one hand still clinging to Hawks’ hip like he might drown if he ever lets go of it for one moment, and the other through his white hair, fingers pulling at it, teeth biting his lower lip through a shaky grin. His blue eyes sparkle in the darkness like stars in the blackest night, just an inch wider, running along Hawks’ covered torso to the arching cock standing to full attention, to where his own disappears inside Hawks’ and then over again, doing the rounds like Hawks is the best tour he’s ever not paid the ticket for.
(Maybe he did pay it, just not in money. Hawks is expensive and accepts bits of soul as cash-in only).
“You’re not looking so smug now,” Hawks teases like that tiny, burning stretch that results from sinking a mere inch lower isn’t taking his breath away.
Touya’s grin becomes wicked, but his thumb strokes along Hawks’ hipbone lovingly still.
His hips thrust up suddenly, he buries himself deeper from below. Hawks gasps, his hands come to rest on Touya’s torso, fingers grabbing his shirt, knuckles turned white. He can feel his alpha throb and grow inside him, swollen to perfection.
“And you’re looking too smug, hero.” Hawks doesn’t know why the word stings. The thumb stroking helps balance out the might-be degradation. “You think I can’t feel you getting hotter?” When he palms at Hawks’ hip, his hand burns too. Hawks feels the itch from it. He sighs with relief. Another mark from Touya. “Think I can’t feel you clenching around me?”
Hawks knows he can, the way he can feel each throb of Touya’s cock inside him.
He sinks further into his knees, lifts enough that his lover slips out of him a little.
Touya doesn’t urge him to go down again – patience a virtue of his that Hawks only recently made sense of – which of course, only spurs Hawks more.
When he does sink onto his alpha again, it’s slow and agonizing, the thickness punching the air out of Hawks’ lungs as he goes down to the bottom, until his asscheeks are pressed against Touya’s now raised thighs behind him.
When he bottoms out, Hawks feels the flap of the ghost of his wings, those tiny feather-carriers he has on his back now agitating out of control. His eyes stay focused on his alpha’s pleased expression and the way the tiny bit of healthy skin left on his cheeks is pinker, despite the urge to roll them to the ceiling and just let go.
He doesn’t want to look away from Touya.
He’s afraid that any moment of him might be the last and if he blinks, then he would’ve missed it.
It doesn’t help keep his eyes open and focused when Touya sighs in content, holding his hip with one hand and coming to grip his thigh with the other, fluttering his long lashes at him and whispering, in the quietness of the room: “Wish I could be inside you all the time.”
Flattery never got anyone anywhere with Hawks, not even Dabi, but Touya… Hawks doesn’t even realize for a few seconds that he’s rolling his hips and lifting himself with the support of his hand on Touya’s chest. He doesn’t realize he’s starting to ride his alpha languidly and seductively until the rub of him inside makes his dick twitch over Touya’s abdomen; he doesn’t realize he’s unawarely picking up the pace until Touya groans and allows a quiet flow of yesyesyes out of his mouth and between them.
He doesn’t realize his brain is drifting away from time and space, his moans filling to room until Touya makes no sound of his own to enjoy him pleading; until there’s sweat running between his shoulder blades; until his tiny wings are flapping on his back so fast that if they were still big, he would be lifting their weight off the mattress.
Hawks can tell right away, halfway through it, when his body starts changing, but he doesn’t make much of it.
Strands of hair stick to his forehead, sweat like glue, copious and uncontrollable. Hawks swears he’s never sweated so much in his life, not even in his deadliest battles. It’s everywhere, running along his arms and thighs, tracing every inch of his neck. When he bends down while riding Touya into oblivion, drops fall relentlessly on the villain’s white shirt. His fingers slip where they’re clenching around the material and when he rubs a thumb against the side of his index, his fingertip comes out wet from the contact.
He attributes it to desperation.
After all, the closer they get to their expiring date, the harder, faster, more lovingly they fuck.
He blames the heat on that, too. The way his skin feels like it’s going to boil into vapor at any time – the higher the temperatures, the more intense the tremor of his arms and legs. Touya branding his fingers into his hips helps justify it, too.
He knows he’s pushing his mind out of his brain, his heart out of his chest and his body to his alpha like he’s got nothing more to lose, so he keeps telling himself in his head that’s what it is: desperate fucking; goodbye, we could have had all the things we never thought we could fucking; I want you eternally and tomorrow might be our last day fucking.
He’s probably just panic-sweating himself into a fever while riding Touya. Hawks’ a little lame like that.
He feels a strange, uncontrollable clenching around his alpha’s shaft, he does , but because he’s pushing himself so hard, he attributes it to a spasm. Besides, it's not like he can think about it rationally when all that shift does is make his alpha cry out, fingers practically burning red marks in Hawks’ sides, dark smoke drawing smooth lines around him. Touya looks blown out as he never is, which should have been another clue really. There’s a dry, soundless gasp coming out of his mouth and leaving him with his lips hanging open, eyebrows arched like he himself doesn’t quite get what that was.
He looks so boyish and pretty and broken, more than ever, and Hawks desperately wants more of it.
So he tells reason to get lost and just fucks himself on Touya like this is the last time instead, because it might as well be.
If there was originally a line between their bodies, between Dabi and Hawks, between Hero and Villain, it’s faded into dust at this point, especially when Hawks bends down to claim his alpha’s mouth, tongues caressing one another like their hearts are already way past sex and indulging into the cuddling sessions neither of them will ever admit to have been wallowing in passionately since Touya claimed Hawks.
He feels it again once or twice along the ride, his thighs spasming around Touya’s, brief moments where his alpha feels bigger inside – no , like Hawks’ tighter all of a sudden, but he never relents. If Touya notices – he does, he loves it, a thought that makes Hawks coo quietly, which Touya loves even more, hands roaming on Hawks’ ass like they own it at the tentative sound – he doesn’t say anything either.
Well, not about that, at least.
“You seem kinda tired, Number Two .” His derogatory tone is definitely lame when framed by his frantic panting, but oh well, it still works like a charm on Hawks.
Besides, Hawks’ not tired at all. He feels feverish, possessed, like he’s running a marathon towards something, but that something isn’t just relief. He doesn’t want to think about what it might be.
“Yeah?” He dares to tease, Touya’s hips stutter up to fuck him from below in response. “I don’t feel tired at all.”
His legs muscles are trembling but he’s confident it’s not fatigue.
He’s sweating his soul out of his body.
Touya grins wickedly, but his eyelids look like the biggest weight in the world from how much he’s struggling to keep them open.
There’s a pulse at Touya’s base that Hawks couldn’t possibly miss, not when clenching around him, and he recognizes it too well because everytime it had him begging in his head pleasepleaseplease for the only thing he cannot beg his alpha for aloud: his knot.
“Ooooh, you close? Just say so instead of blaming it on me.” Hawks doesn’t know why his teasing is accompanied by moves so sinuous that they’d make a cat envious; he doesn’t know why his body his arching on top of Touya at the awareness, ass pushed back, chest pushed out, neck stretching proudly, tiny wings giving a timid, stuttering flap.
He doesn’t even know why his knees almost give out when Touya lifts, sitting up and resting his chin on Hawks’ chest, watching him from beneath long, white eyelashes and then whispering: “Who else could I blame that on, huh?”
Hawks doesn’t have any time to drive himself mad over the implicit you are the reason and nothing else before he’s being flipped back into the mattress. He doesn’t get much time to complain about the loss of his alpha inside either, because Touya’s quick to push back in, Hawks’ legs on his shoulders, his hips slapping Hawks’ ass while he bends him and fucks him like he’s been holding himself the entire time.
And Hawks, well, he loves it more like this.
Just the relentless drag of Touya inside, stretching and burning, his fingers grabbing and itching Hawks’ skin from the scorching temperature of the villain’s body. Hawks always surrenders much more easily to this, which he guesses is the reason why Touya always lets him dwell on the illusion that he has control first.
Touya’s face is over his, his grin is marvelously wicked and triumphant.
“See? You needed it,” Hawks chuckles but it’s broken by a moan halfway through when Touya’s hips adjust to hit that spot that makes his legs tremble around his alpha and his cock twitch over his own abdomen, “Poor Number Two, he can never catch a break and he never shows he needs one, either.” Touya’s words pour teasingly over Hawks’ chest, his neck, his face, but what does it really matter when his alpha cocks his head, white strands of hair falling messily to the side, and gives him the most loving gaze while adding: “Only his alpha knows how badly he needs one.”
And how little he deserves one , Hawks’ brain adds, but it’s lost in the stream of curses in his head. That’s the good thing about Touya. Every drag against Hawks’ walls, every adoring gaze he throws his way, makes the fuckyesmoremore so loud Hawks cannot hear those thoughts in his mind. It’s the only moment where the chaos makes his head quiet, until not a single coherent thought is going on in Hawks’ brain anymore, nothing but the wonderful feeling of being filled by his alpha.
Then, when his alpha bends down to kiss him and Hawks’ legs climb high around him instead, and they suddenly feel like one, Hawks welcomes the fall and the way his body suddenly feels like it’s going to try and engulf Touya, keep him inside and never let him out.
Touya’s perfectly swollen dick stretches him oh so well Hawks cannot bring his eyes to focus. He’s a squirming mess underneath Touya’s sweaty flesh, sunk in the sticky sheets with his legs up and wrapped around the villain’s torso, his sight blurred and his lips unable to form any words that aren’t curses or a relentless stream of yesyesyes whenever Touya hits that spot, at the thin rim that separates his alpha from his womb deep inside.
“You take me so, so well, fuck,” Touya’s mouth hisses straight in his ear, his tongue coming out to play with Hawks’ earring between kisses, “so tight, so wet, all for me.”
Hawks’ omega purrs stronger at every thrust of Touya inside him, his animalistic instincts growing more impatient at every slap of Touya’s fat, full balls against his ass, his sanity burning as if Touya was setting it on fire himself.
So when Touya pulls his face back from his neck and slides his tongue inside Hawks’ mouth, he just whines and babbles against him, pleading – not sure what for.
His legs startle around Touya, and he only realizes he has his nails deep in the burnt and sane skin of his alpha’s back when Touya whines against his mouth.
“You’re so wild today,” he says between kisses, full of himself as a consequence, his eyes a blurred blue mess in Hawks’ wet eyesight, “What’s gotten into you, pretty bird?”
Hawks wishes he had any type of answer, but instead all he has is moaning moremorepleasemore straight into Touya’s mouth as he squirms from below, trying to roll his hips to meet his thrusts.
Touya doesn’t seem to mind, though. He tries to keep control – it’s clear, and manages quite well considering just how desperately he’s fucking into Hawks like his life depends on it – but Hawks doesn’t miss the way his hands slip from the mattress twice or three times, or the way his knees seem less secure on the bed than they were minutes ago.
His fingers grab the sheets and he growls over Hawks’ face, drops of sweat coming off his face and straight onto Hawks’ cheeks this time, until Touya’s practically fuming, smoke coming out of his body, and Hawks can smell the burn from the sheets at the side of his head.
“Fuck, wanna come inside you so, so bad,” Touya curses between gritted teeth, slapping Hawks’ asscheeks with his hips. Hawks whines in spite of the slick flowing out of his body and sneaking down between thrusts to pool on the bed beneath his ass. Touya reaches to kiss his mouth, caressing Hawks’ tongue with his own. “I know, I know, I’m not going to,” he breathes over his mouth and fucks into Hawks like he’s really going to instead, “but I want to so bad.”
Yeah, Hawks wants that too.
He wants to feel Touya deep inside his womb, wants his knot so bad he might cry over it. He wants to be stretched by him just once, wants their bond to be physical like that again, like the time Touya claimed his gland and branded him his. He wants Touya to spill inside of him, fill him with his pups so that he can carry them for his beloved alpha.
What was that?
That’s definitely not going to happen, like, ever.
His legs tighten around Touya’s back and waist, as he tries to pull him closer, as if the villain wasn’t already inside him and couldn’t possibly get any closer. But Touya gets it anyway. He bends down to kiss Hawks’ mouth messily, tongues wrapping together in a clumsy dance, heads tilting frantically and almost never creating the right angle. But they’re both too gone to care.
“‘m close,” Touya whispers inside his mouth.
“Yes yes ,” Hawks practically pleads back against his tongue, reaching with his hands through Touya’s white hair, pulling him in, devouring his mouth sloppily, rolling his hips to meet his thrusts. Fuck, nothing feels better than pleasing his alpha. Hawks throbs and leaks just from the thought of Touya coming because of him.
“Gonna pull out,” Touya kisses him, “in a moment.”
He kisses him again.
Hawks’ omega screams no in his brain, in his heart, in his soul.
He wants to be filled so badly, he can feel the tears form at the corner of his eyes. The strangled cry that comes out of his throat proves it too.
He’s wanted it before, sure, but this time it feels different. This time his toes curl at his feet, his thighs start trembling and the mess of what remains of his wings quivers in anticipation. His lower belly feels warm, itchy and pulsing, and his face is practically on fire. Not even Touya’s boot on his cheek felt that way. He knows something is up. He can tell his body is responding differently, but fuck it if he knows what it is and if he’s going to let it stop him from making his alpha come.
“Hawks,” Touya says over his mouth, not kissing back when Hawks reaches for his lips with his own. His tone is suddenly serious.
“What?” Hawks only realizes his eyes were closed when he opens them.
Touya’s cerulean ones are staring back at him strangely.
Hawks isn’t sure he’s ever seen this specific look in Touya’s eyes.
They’ve fucked plenty when Hawks was under cover, and he knows they took it where they shouldn’t have. He knows because he has a mark to prove it; because Dabi became his alpha and because Touya still is. But he’s never seen Touya give him such a look. His eyes look bigger in the dim light of Hawks’ room. His gaze is softer and genuinely surprised. Hawks didn’t think anything could surprise Touya anymore.
It’s beautiful, the way his lips are slightly parted in shock. His eyebrows are arched upwards comically. It almost looks like someone else’s face, but it’s still his alpha.
“Why did ya stop?” Hawks lazily rolls his hips, trying to get him back into motion.
He can feel Touya throb inside at the provocation, knot barely forming already, the stretch makes it irrefutable. He has to be so, so close.
“Baby bird, I don’t think you realize.” His lips twitch in a grin. It’s sly, maybe proud even, but it’s not malicious. If anything, it’s soft. “You’re locking me.”
Hawks’ instincts bring him to lift on his own elbows, but it’s not like he can see anything but Touya’s lean, gorgeous, broken body – he hadn’t even registered Touya taking his shirt off. His alpha reads his attempt like he can always read everything about him. His hips roll slowly, he pulls back just a little, and Hawks feels it precisely. It’s the stretch of his tightening rim closing around Touya’s forming knot, keeping him in place, begging for his alpha to come inside like Hawks told him not to.
He falls back into the mattress, one his arms over his suddenly hotter face, sweat running along his neck as embarrassment fills him.
“That’s never happened before.” He whispers below his arm, hopeless and pathetic, a soldier perished to such a primal, hormonal instinct. He doesn’t say he’s sorry that it’s happening now, but he swears the words hang in the air between them anyway, too heavy for comfort.
And that’s just the bottom line, really. Hawks falling into Dabi’s lap when he was supposed to be a spy; Hawks letting Dabi pin him to a mattress - his intimate nest no one was ever allowed to even see before - and bite a mark on his neck; Hawks falling for Dabi, Hawks letting Touya in after the raid, a weakling for the way he trembled at just the mere chance of Touya’s never mentioned forgiveness for what Hawks did; and now this, Hawks’ body opening up to Touya, letting him in, one inch away from his womb, locking him so that Touya can’t pull out.
Hawks has never, ever cried that he can remember.
Yet he cannot help the way he whimpers in his own forearm, hiding away from his alpha, afraid that his alpha will finally snap and see Hawks for what he is: broken and unworthy.
And when his alpha bends over him, automatically pushing deeper inside, locking himself into the hold more and more, Hawks tries to hide deeper beneath his own skin, tries to cover as much of his face as he can. Touya fucks him slowly then, his hips pistoling tiny little movements that just rub Hawks’ walls, right and steady around him as he grows and grows inside.
Fingers wrap around his wrist. His arm gets pulled away.
Hawks turns his face to the side, closes his eyes like he hopes that will keep Touya from seeing instead.
“Oi,” Touya’s voice warns, a throb follows deep inside Hawks, “What’s with the sudden shyness?”
Hawks isn’t sure how to tell Touya that the thought of having pups terrifies him. He doesn’t know how to tell him that he’s never even considered it would ever happen, doesn’t know how to say that he’s afraid he will be terrible with children like he is with students; or worse, that he’ll be just like his father. He’s already ruining his alpha’s orgasm after they were both so close and getting off so nicely.
Even though he hasn’t answered yet, Touya’s hands grab his wrists with talent, lifting them over Hawks’ head as he leans in closer, cock head pinching at Hawks’ core, his mouth reaching for Hawks’ ear, hot tiny kisses pressed along the shell, as he starts cooing sweet little praises at his omega.
“Yeah? So, what if it never has before, pretty bird? It’s so hot.” His lips catch Hawks’ lobe, give it a gentle suck before the tip of his tongue teases it gently. “Just imagining you keeping me in drove me insane for months. I’ve thought about it every single day since I claimed you.” Hawks can feel his own muscles squeezing, trying to keep Touya in. He can feel his own dick twitch in high alert, leaking wet over his own torso, pressed beneath Touya’s body. His chest feels full, he cannot believe his alpha pictured this. “But no matter how many times I’ve imagined it, it can’t compare to the real thing. Fuck, you’re squeezing so well. I won’t be able to hold it.”
Hawks cries out.
He finally looks at his alpha.
His stomach twists when he sees his face.
Hawks was never able to pinpoint it before, because they’ve played with one another too much, and because the highs drove them both mad and the lows were kept out of the bedroom, but now he sees it. In the wild wide eyes of his alpha, he reads words in a language he doesn’t think he knew before the bond: I love your mess.
It only breaks a little for a moment when Touya’s eyebrows arch in concern.
“I can pull out,” He says and Hawks’ stomach sinks, “it’s gonna hurt a little, but I can.”
Yes, it’s gonna hurt. Not in the way his boot on Hawks’ face and his back hurt. Hawks can take that easily. It hurts in a different way, one that he wasn’t trained to deal with.
His brain says it’s the most logical, practical thing, and that he can handle the wound coming from it like he handled all the wounds in his life. He can’t want a family – his first one was broken and his current one warned him not to do this before disintegrating like the first one all the same. He is going to die in the war. Even if he didn’t, when Endeavor saves his own son, Touya will have a family again. He won’t want this illusion anymore.
He prepares from the pain of breaking the lock, but what comes out of his mouth is actually: “Don’t.”
Touya stares at him suspended. He doesn’t blink like he’s afraid the answer will change if he does. That must just be Hawks’ imagination.
They stay like this for a few seconds, Touya throbbing inside him, Hawks squeezing him in response every time. The sheets are sticky and burned in some spots. The city is quiet. Touya’s still not blinking, but his chest is inflating and deflating quickly. Short breaths, blown pupils.
“It’s gonna hurt.” Touya repeats with regret like he hasn’t heard Hawks and like it’ll cost him his fucking life to repeat himself; like he should have just taken Hawks’ answer as definitive at that instant instead of… instead of what? What is this? Him making sure?
Hawks clears his throat like he doesn’t have Touya up his ass, really.
A long breath fills his lungs.
His alpha’s eyes are so, so blue, glowing in the cold moon light coming from the window.
“I don’t want you to pull out.” He is going to explode at every second. His body can’t contain whatever the fuck this is inside – growing, growing, growing, eating him from within. “I’ve imagined it many times too, your knot.” Hawks doesn’t know how to say that he wants things when he truly does. Touya blinks for the first time, but he’s evidently trying to measure if he can believe it. So Hawks thinks that he has to do better. “I want it so bad, please . I need it.”
And if there’s something Hawks can say for sure, it’s that his alpha has never denied him.
And he doesn’t.
He suddenly bursts into the most insane, out-of-his-mind, pretty laughter – one that makes Hawks forget they’re at war at the end of times and they’re not just two young foolish men in love – and he kisses Hawks like their mouths slotting together can fix everything that’s wrong with them.
After that, there’s really so little they can last.
Touya goes back to fucking him and even if it’s just the few inches he can move inside while Hawks’ lock becomes tighter by the second, Hawks feels each and every one of them.
When Touya swells fully at the base, Hawks’ eyes fall shut, face on fire, as he spurts all over his own covered abs, infected by the mad hilarity of his alpha laughing at the ceiling, his body only finding content when Touya comes with a growls, spilling deep inside him, filling him warm and possessive, one hand slipping between Hawks’ back and the mattress, circling him until their sweaty bodies make a mess of Hawks’ cum between them.
With both their hearts threatening to explode out of their chests, their beats are the first vibrations Hawks’ broken wings can catch since the raid.
Their heavy breathings fill the room for so long Hawks loses track of time. His alpha keeps him warm above him, keeps him grounded with his arm even when Hawks feels like he’ll float at any moment. There’s a moment where Hawks almost dozes off beneath Touya, but guilt jolts him awake.
He should not have been born an omega.
He should not have mated.
He shouldn’t want pups.
He shouldn’t be able to lock.
“Fuck,” Touya says as Hawks thinks it, but it sounds different than the one in Hawks’ head, “you’ve thought about this?”
“You thought about me locking you?” Hawks jokes almost defensively, his heart clenching painfully and pridefully at the same time.
Touya pulls back from their morbid snuggling. His grin pulls at the staples on his cheeks. His knot is starting to shrink, finally leaving him space to move out.
“Don’t flatter yourself,” for a moment Hawks swears there are harsher words hanging between sentences but whatever it was, Touya swallows it down, “I just thought it was hot.”
Hawks scoffs away the stab at his heart. He doesn’t acknowledge that it was so irresponsible of them; that this could mean he will carry Touya’s pups soon. He doesn’t need to anyway. If he dies in the war, then no one will have to acknowledge it. It’s practical. It’s unnecessary to worry about something he might never have to deal with.
“Yup, me too.” He lies. Well, only half-lies, really. Up until this moment, he actually just thought he imagined it because Touya’s knot inside him turned him on like crazy. Now… he’s not so sure. Even worse, he doesn’t like not being able to get over his alpha saying it was just hot.
Touya’s face is still, halfway between that strange soft look and his usual genuinely cool amusement.
“Couldn’t be more than that even if we weren’t fuck-ups, I think.”
He speaks like he’s looking for confirmation.
Hawks is seeing and hearing things today.
“Exactly.”
He swallows down the bitterness he shouldn’t be feeling.
It’s harder to ignore it when he’s left lying in the bed of his nest by his alpha, but the thought of being abandoned is quickly lost as he watches Touya do the cleaning that the feathers he burned used to do for both of them before. He has to physically fight his body, keeping his chest from peacocking in prideful delight as his alpha wipes Hawks’ shirt clean, then the rest of him. Hawks lets Touya gently strip him of his dirty compression shirt and his stockings.
Hawks then lifts on his own elbows, watching as Touya cleans himself too. With all the wild interpretations of today, Hawks cannot read his actions. It’s not like his alpha has never been fond or caring of him and them before but today… if it were the other way around; if they were at Touya’s hideout or the villa instead of Hawks’ nest, Hawks would have definitely fled the scene already. There’s so much to run from here.
He rolls naked and stupid along the mattress when Touya grabs the burned sheets and tries to pull them from the bed, allowing the maneuver. His alpha gives him a suggestive rise of eyebrows, one that says ‘ this is what you do to me ’, aimed at the black spots and the holes along the material.
Hawks doesn’t know what game he is playing now, so he doesn’t say anything.
Maybe then his alpha will go away.
When he lies on his side, face towards the night sky framed by the wide window, the last thing Hawks expects is his alpha to cover him in fresh clean sheets that really don’t go with their sticky bodies and slip beneath them to spoon him from behind. If Hawks hadn’t fought Dabi in an actual deadly battle, this would have startled him with how sudden it was, Touya throwing himself around his bed.
His arm circles Hawks’ waist.
Hawks thinks he can feel Touya’s thumb reach for his belly.
The forecast really didn’t call for such a day of hysterical, imaginary perturbations.
He closes his eyes and lets himself find comfort in his alpha’s heat as if that could push the intrusive fantasies away. It’s okay, he can have one last moment before the war.
‘It’d be crazy, right?’ He imagines Touya saying.
He sighs in his pillow.
“ Right?” Oh. Maybe his imagination is not so vivid. Touya’s chin rests on his shoulder. His voice is so quiet Hawks thinks Touya doesn’t want to catch himself actually asking. “We’re too fucked up for that. One way ticket, right ?”
Hawks can barely hear him over his own heartbeat. It’s only thanks to the proximity, Touya’s lips glued to his ear, his smell of humid winter forest clinging around Hawks.
His thumb rubs along Hawks’ belly, definitely.
Hawks doesn’t think Touya even realizes.
“Oh, totally.” He says, forcing something that might resemble delight out of his throat purposely.
“Mmmh,” Touya plants a kiss along his neck, his doubtful cry an unspoken question: ‘so why did we do that?’.
Hawks has no defense for the case. He is the guiltiest of all charges, from premeditation to crime, because there is no way someone like him can ever be innocent. Even though it feels like every step of falling for Touya was as spontaneous and inevitable as it gets, Hawks cannot be clean.
It’s only hours later, when he wakes up in another pool of sweat, gasping for air, needy to the point of brain freeze, Touya’s arm still around him, that Hawks suddenly realizes that he - the over efficient, absolutely practical, infallible overachiever – kind of started skipping his unskippable appointments with the inhibitors since after the raid.
And so the aggravating circumstance for his case is not only that he somehow, unawarely premeditated it, but that he is immediately ready to reiterate and to involve what now feels like his inescapable partner in crime.
At least he won’t be guilty and dirty alone.
In his defense, they both did all of it.