#alphakeigo

It’s always inconvenient to lose a base. They are more than meeting places, that’s why they keep getting discovered. If the League had enough time to set up a warehouse where they could meet, and a seperate one where they could live, it might work out better. Shigaraki was refusing to let them split up though, eyes maniac as he scratched his neck bloody and insisted he keep his pack close.

It led them to situations like now, Dabi approaching his heat right on time and with them still trying to find some place to rest. Shigaraki doesn't stop him when he peels off from the group like he did any other time. They both know where he’s going. Shigaraki’s heats are too erratic to keep track of, striking suddenly, but he actually does a decent job of keeping track of the rest of theirs. He considers it part of being the pack leader, Dabi had dragged out of him during one argument over knowing where Dabi was at every moment. Apparently it drove him nuts that something could happen to a League member if they went into heat or rut and out in the open. 

Dabi’s headed to Hawks. The Hero he’d been dancing around a relationship with anyways. The recruit Dabi knew wasn’t an actual recruit. Dabi broke into the apartment enough that doing it in the rain that was pouring down wasn’t even that much of an added challenge. He picked up the feather he knew would alert Hawks he was there as he stepped inside. He set it on a table as he stripped and headed for the shower. Birdie would be home whenever he felt like it, Dabi at least wanted a shower first before he got there.

He knew Hawks, he reminded himself as he stepped into the hot water, washing his hair with Hawks’ shampoo. The scent relaxed him further. Visiting Keigo’s apartment was always nice, but maybe Keigo wouldn’t even come home before his heat ended. Keigo had just offered Dabi his apartment the last time he showed up smelling of post heat. Probably due to Dabi being a little more willing to light feathers on fire than normal.

Dabi stepped out of the shower feeling drained of energy, a sign his heat was settling in. He paused at the empty hallway bedroom door, considering if it was for him to use. The door was unlocked and a stack of thick comforters with blankets at the end of it. It was wide open as he paused in the doorway. Hawks still wasn’t home. He could come home at any time to find Dabi in his apartment. If he didn’t want Dabi unsupervised in his apartment he should get better locks on his damn doors. The hair on the back of his neck raised as he stepped inside, he forced his shoulders down but it felt too much like invading a room he was not supposed to be in.

Fuyumi had hated him stepping into her room; he’d gotten in trouble for that often enough with the nanny. His stomach turned as he kept his ears tuned for any sound at all. There were worse consequences now than when he was a child, sneaking into his siblings room out of curiosity. Even with the type of house Touya had grown up in.

He swallowed hard as he turned and walked out of the spare room. The tempting idea of curling up by himself, placing the bedding into a half hearted nest and closing the door had been overshadowed by his unease. A mental image of Hawks dragging him out of it bringing a shiver down his tense spine. Dabi shuffled into Hawks’ room instead. It smelled better there anyways. Stealing a pair of Hawks’ sweats he found while snooping around, he crawled into Hawks bed, eyes drooping as he struggled to stay awake. If Hawks came back to his apartment he wanted to be aware of it.

He lost the fight eventually, after several times trying to wake himself back up. He was warm, clean, and the room smelled like an Alpha while he was about to enter heat. It was a losing battle that Dabi unwillingly gave in to. The door opening woke him up and he struggled to lift his heavy eyelids. He knows he should wake up. He gets himself prepared and ready to talk about boundaries, Sako had told it was important to establish them right away. The hand gently carding through his hair did not help.

“Why are you in my room, hot stuff? You could have taken the blanket into the spare one.” Keigo nudged him over and Dabi’s eyes finally fully snapped open. 

He couldn’t just let himself drift off like that in the Hero’s home. No matter how much his own instincts and heat were telling him the Alpha was safe, he knew better. Wanted to lay the hard lines and the gruesome consequences until he couldn’t enforce them anymore. His neck was burnt to hell and back, the scent gland beneath damaged and still, Alphas went for it. He’d been pressed against too many alleys nosing for that scent of safety and Alpha.

He liked Hawks, even, it wasn’t like it would be difficult to just let the heat take over. The Alpha was already kneeling on bed beside him, encroaching into his space. Dabi crawled out of the blanket and yawned, ignoring Hawks’ eyes softening at him.

“Do you need any help with your heat?” Hawks wouldn’t meet his eyes as Dabi removed his borrowed sweatshirt. Warm and soft as it was, his staples tore away from his skin too easily to let Hawks take it off later, better to just do it now.

“No biting my scars, even for a mating mark,.” he muttered as he swung himself over Hawks hips leaning down and stealing a kiss from the hero.

Hawks let out a soft noise of surprise as Dabi moved his attention downwards. He wasn’t even truly horny yet, just interested with his stomach doing strange swoops at the sight of Hawks. Alphas tended to relax his instincts and give a false sense of safety anyways. With Hawks it may even be real, Dabi didn’t know and didn’t want to find out how patient he could be, letting the haze of heat start fogging his mind over with it’s insistence that he nuzzle into Keigo’s neck. Mouth at the sensitive skin where his shoulder and neck met, right on his scent gland.

Keigo didn’t move underneath him. What was more surprising to him was that his scent wasn’t affecting the Hero from what he could tell. Most Alphas Dabi had met had one out of two reactions to him. Either they found his scent disgusting after whatever the scarring had done to them, or they didn’t care and took advantage of his damaged nerve endings. There was no arousal burning in his nostrils, Keigo wasn’t kicking him out or throwing him off of him either. He just laid there stiffly beneath him, maybe surprised Dabi was actually here. He could have offered his apartment as a joke. An empty gesture Hawks didn’t expect to be taken up on.

Not his problem if the stupid Hero had decided to offer him a safe space to spend his heat for the first time since the League’s base got raided and not expected him to take him up on it. This was actually not a bad way to spend one all things considered. The nagging thought that Keigo had hoped for more than Dabi’s bony ass draping himself across Hawks lap still wouldn’t let him relax. His back was cold and the texture of Hawks flight suit was annoying him. One way to get him out of that.

Dabi gave a sharper nip to Keigo’s scent gland and started pulling off the others fluffy aviator jacket.

“Dabi, wait.” He wrapped his wrists around Dabi's, seeming to flounder for words as Dabi stared at him dully. Keigo looked distinctly uncomfortable and a coil of unease slunk deeper into the arousal his heat was giving him. If it was a weird kink of some sort it wouldn’t make sense to tell him now. Unless he was just giving Dabi the illusion of choice. It was always the Heroes that were into the weird crap and never told him ahead of time. Dabi’s blood went cold as Keigo continued to stutter uncomfortably at him and avoided looking directly at Dabi. Fine, Dabi knew he wasn’t exactly a model like the Alpha underneath him sometimes was, but Keigo never had problems meeting his eyes or looking at the Villains’ battered body any other time.

“No biting the scars, including a mating mark. Only rule, Hawks.” He grit his teeth and jerked his hands away from Hawks, diving for the Hero's belt and ripping it off. Boundaries, set them in stone and don’t let the Hero change them, Sako had advised him. The arousal was getting worse and part of Dabi wanted to let Hawks do whatever got them both off. Piecing his skin together or hiding the bloody slow healing marks from the League wasn’t worth it yet. 

“It’s not my only rule. Get off me, Dabi.” He growled as he ‘helped’ Dabi, firmly grabbing him by his hips and setting Dabi beside Keigo on the bed again. The effortless way he manhandled Dabi had the Omega swallowing thickly. It did interesting things to his dick at the same time he could see Keigo throwing him out with very little effort which was not arousing.

“You are not kicking me out like this,” he snarled at Hawks, uncaring how stupid he must have looked in his desperation. “If you weren’t intersested in fucking me you shouldn’t have given me the option of staying here.”

“Whatever joke you wanted to play on me is now on both of us, I took you up on it so you’ve got to deal with me,” Dabi hissed, shivering and wrapped the comforter he had discarded earlier around himself. One of his staples pulled extra tight with the tension and Dabi grimaced.

“This is why I wanted to talk to you,“ Hawks snapped at Dabi before taking in the way he was gripping the bed and furrowing into Keigo’s comforter. Like Dabi could physically hold onto the mattress and stop the Alpha Hero from removing Dabi from Hawks’ own bedroom. “I didn’t invite you to spend your next heat here to fuck you.”

“I’m sure.” Dabi sneered at him. “That’s why you offered ‘help’, I’ve woken up pressed into a wall or mattress too many times. Tell a better lie Hawks, you're getting nowhere by waiting until I’m already in heat to talk about whatever you want from me.”

Hawks face contorted and he finally turned around to refix his belt. The silence was deafening to Dabi, only the low growling coming from himself filing it. Breathing in an Alpha’s scent, Hawks’ scent from the blanket barely put a stop to it. He shouldn’t have called the other out on his lies. It had never gone well for his mother when she got sick of Enji saying he’d do better and contradicted him.

“Dabi, I offered to ‘help’ and asked if you needed any heat products, because I’m not interested in fucking you.” He sat down on the bed again and leaned back against the headboard. “I’m not really interested in anyone like that, so if you need, I can get you some Omega products for heat relief but I don’t want to help you like that.”

Silence greeted the room for several minutes as Dabi wrapped his head around what Hawks was telling him. It wouldn’t bother him, he didn’t think at least. His heats did make him want something in him, someone to fuck him, but that was rare and outside of heats he hadn’t thought about it.

“We’ve been flirting for weeks.” A flash of heat pulsed through Dabi and he laid down. Pressing his thighs together against the building arousal. 

‘Be honest about what you need as well, Dabi. I don’t trust Hawks to ask you if you don’t tell him.’ Kuroguri had quietly advised as he sent Dabi through a swirling portal.

“I, Haw— Keigo. I don’t like not knowing what’s going to be done to me. I can handle most kinks, I don’t care once the heat gets going. I can’t keep bites clean enough to avoid infection. Just tell me whatever thing you don’t trust a regular corner Omega to not stain your reputation with.” Dabi glared out from where he was enfolded into the blanket at Hawks. His dick strained against his borrowed sweats and he moved a tiny bit closer to the Hero. He just wanted to be able to smell his scent again, maybe lay down on him and get off later. 

“I, Dabi, it's not you, the press. Can we get you through your heat first? Then I can tell you all about how I’m on the Ace spectrum. You're not just some corner Omega, not convenient and I do like you, just later, okay?” Hawks ran a hand through his hair and opened up his arms. 

A trap, clearly a trap and Dabi scooted further into it anyways. Pillowing his head against Hawks bicep and breathing in the addicting sense of safety. Hawks ran his hands through his hair again and Dabi slumped into the touch. Was he desperate for something more to happen and alleviate some of the heat? Yes, but it was secondary at the moment to the gentle touch and scent he was foolishly buying.

“You like to be told what I’m going to do when you're in heat. Given, what— what you just implied, I think that’s a necessity at the very least. I’m not going to do anything sexual to you, but I don’t mind if you have to get off or want some toys to help you through it.” 

“You said nothing sexual. What does that leave?” Dabi bit his lip. He wanted to trust Keigo, he just didn’t know how to make himself fully believe the Alpha. Past experiences had taught him better,  every Hero every Alpha was kind until they suddenly weren’t. There had been enough favors and deals made before Girian and the League. Even if he smelled good and was letting Dabi take over his bed. 

“This, cuddling and letting you scent me. Pretty much just being here for you in other ways.” Keigo spoke softly and ran his fingers through the Villain's soft black hair.

There wasn’t a response Dabi could come up with to that. So he waited for the heat to completely take over. Like it had every other time in his life, it never happened. He just relaxed into the Alpha next to him, fresh citrus and mint filling his nose. Keigo eventually moved him closer, so he was pressed shoulder to hip against the Hero and also relaxed. Scrolling through social media on his phone.

When he couldn’t stand it anymore Dabi just, gave his body what it wanted. Small noises occasionally escaping him. He wasn’t out of control, hadn’t fought to stay focused as long as he could. Keigo asked him if he was alright when he really started burning up, and came back with a mostly frozen bottle of water. 

“Thanks, for taking care of me.” The words weren’t as hard to say now. Droopy eyed and comfortable in Keigo’s bed.

“It’s what anyone should have done, though I wouldn’t say no to a cuddle ever.” Keigo placed a kiss on Dabi’s forehead. Hesitantly, like he wasn’t sure if he was welcome to. 

In the following days Keigo wasn’t always there but Dabi didn’t care. The room still smelled like him when he wasn’t there and it was comforting enough. When Keigo was in his room he didn’t seem to care what Dabi was or wasn’t doing. True to his word, the Alpha mostly left him alone or let him take naps up against him. It was possibly the fastest heat Dabi had ever gone through, he didn’t have a pounding migraine or nausea when he sat up several days after he had taken over Keigo’s bed.

There was the sound of him on the phone in another room so Dabi rolled his neck as he checked himself over. No torn staples and the only aches he felt were common for him. The blue eyed Omega grimaced as he stood and made a beeline for Keigo’s shower. 

Keigo was waiting for him when he got out. 

“Are you feeling alright now, hot stuff?” 

“What gave it away? Showering without you nudging me for the first time in days?” Dabi strutted up to his… whatever they were. Keigo was his, and he liked him enough to want to keep him. That’s all that mattered to him.

“Yeah, there’s your usual charm.” Keigo flashed him a grin as he looked Dabi over.

“So, since you're not checking me out when you do that. What are you doing?” Dabi flopped onto the couch next to the man he’d spent days in a bed with. While in heat. Keigo had stayed true to his word, never touching him sexually. 

“Who said I wasn’t?” Keigo smiled at him, teasing just a little.

“Pretty bird, I’m no model and I know we agreed to talk about your special umbrella when I was done being stupid horny and sappy,” Dabi sneered as he spoke. Keigo glared at him but he shrugged. Maybe if the bird wanted him to be serious he shouldn’t string him along like he had. 

“Just because I’m Ace doesn’t mean that I don’t find you attractive, Dabi,” he bit out.

“So you find me attractive but didn’t take the chance when I offered up anything on the table?” The Villain tilted his head with a slow smirk and a gleam in his eye.

“Dabi, you didn’t even know what was on the table,” Keigo calmly pointed out through his teeth. The Villain knew just how to dig under his masks, try as he had, Keigo didn’t think he could do it back. Hard to dig into a bruise when Dabi was nothing but open wounds, physical and Keigo was beginning to suspect otherwise. Some people that life hurt, got back up angry with no soft spots left.

“Have you heard of the Ace spectrum? Or are you assuming things about me again. Like that I would kick you out or take advantage of you?” Dabi’s face didn’t so much as twitch an eyelid. He was back to being wrapped up, unwilling to show Keigo much of anything.

“You said we’d talk about it but so far all I see is making excuses for, that’s the thing that’s getting me tripped up. For what? We’ve been flirting for weeks, gave me a little smooch while I was down and that was it. What gives, Keigo?”

“I like you, I want to do things like kiss you. Take you out to dinner and listen to you when you're not being a fucking bastard on purpose. I didn’t know you’d decide my room was so much better than the one I set up and left unlocked for you. Not like I actually expected you to warn me you’d be over,” he snapped at him and Dabi nudged his leg with his foot until he looked back at him.

“Kiss me, but not fuck me?” Dabi turned his hand in a go on gesture.

“Kiss you, court you, you insufferable ass but no. No sex. It’s just, not something I’m interested in. Never really have been. I haven’t been leading you on, I just didn’t expect you to climb up on me in my bed like that.” Keigo fluttered his wings and Dabi grabbed the end of one with a warm grip.

“When were you originally going to tell me then? Since my biology was inconvenient for you,” Dabi drawled and let his head hang back to stare at the ceiling. The scent gland on his neck was swollen and irritated. Keigo sighed and sent a feather to find a jar of crap for it.

“Presumably when we got to that point. Some point after you stopped spooking everytime I moved in a way you didn’t expect. At the very least until after you stopped tracking every feather attached to me.” Keigo watched Dabi’s fingers tap out a rhythm as he thought. The Omega was thinking about it, tilting his head up to avoid his eyes and look like he wasn’t. The finger tapping down turned lips and biting the inside of his cheek all betrayed him anyways.

“I can’t. Not flinch. Or stop watching your hundreds of telepathic knives. Just like the, when I assumed you wanted sex from me. I’m working on it. Talking to some people. It’s the best people like me are going to get.” Keigo opened up his returned jar and stood up, walking behind the couch. Dabi was still tracking him across the room, of course Dabi was and knowing what little Dabi had told Keigo, that wasn’t something that was going to stop. He held the jar out for Dabi to take himself. 

Instead Dabi drew a breath in through his nose, deep and slow, and turned to expose his irritated gland and neck to Keigo. 

“Court me?” Dabi closed his eyes and crossed his arm to hide the slight shaking of his hands. Closing his eyes as Keigo got a better look at the damaged skin around the irritated gland. Almost hidden by how it was placed was a faint scared biting mark. Keigo made sure not to touch it as he dabbed the clear thick creme on the irritated gland. No biting or mate marks Dabi had stressed.

Dabi was asking for more than how Keigo was going to court him. He was asking if he still would. Dabi’s eyes flicked open when there wasn’t a response right away, only to lock onto Keigo’s steely gold ones. Lips close enough that if he turned his head right they would touch. The good stomach squirming appeared and while he hesitated Keigo did not. Swooping in for several chaste kisses.

“If you can get me that meeting with Shigaraki so I can finally get his blessing.” Keigo pulled back. 

“You're a spy,” Dabi countered. Although at this point, it wouldn’t matter. The word 'court' spun around in his head, making it hard to think straight.

“I want to meet your best friend, your pack leader. Not the leader of the League of Villains.” Keigo sat back down beside Dabi and wasn’t surprised when Dabi flopped himself into his lap.

“Dabi, before you agree, understand that my life is very public outside of you. You're going to hear a lot about parties I won’t remember enough to separate and who I supposedly went home with.” A hand found its way to his and he took it. The press had wrecked most relationships. Partners thinking some person he didn’t remember enough to refute was getting some part of him they weren’t.

 "Am I assuming correct that your place is out? we can always head to my apartment of you want to continue this indoors." he looks at Dabi with half lidded eyes and a smirk as he holds out a hand. Dabi stands there, breathing hard and try's to stay here. not remember any other alley's or brick walls he was left broken and bleeding against. He's still slick down between his legs and has a building warmth in him as he swallows hard. Taking the hand, he needs to get out of this alley before the warmth vanishes and he's left here to shiver and puke alone. This is fine, he's fine, Hawks is fine. Dabi's never done this, left a alley with someone like this. Been fucked in apartment in a soft bed by a Hero and a decent person. He'd just been suprised by how turned Hawks made him, how much he actually wanted the Alpha. Weather Hawks used him to get off in a open alley or a love hotel or his apartment didn't matter to Dabi. He supposed Hawks had to be careful about tabloids, which made a little more sense to him. Explains why he would accept Dabi as a option for a one night stand.

Keigo held him close and Dabi got to tuck his face into the soft fur of Hawks flight coat. He was struck with the thought of stealing it for his nest. he didn't need it, didn't have a nest and it wasn't worth risking his safety but it was nice thought. His scent gland itched under his patch and he nibbled at Keigo's to distract himself as his stomach flipped in nerves and motion sickness. He was actually going to do this, have sex with Hawks. No going back once they reached the apartment and Hawks was removing his clothes again. the trembling getting worse as he swallowed hard and he groaned into Hawks neck. Keigo chuckled at the groan and gripped Dabi tighter as they landed on his balcony. Dabi stumbled and leaned against the railing with his eyes closed as he forced himself to stop trembling and stand to face Keigo.

 Mouth still dry despite how often he was swallowing to keep himself from spilling bile and ruining his chances with Hawks tonight. His hand still trembled like a traitor when Hawks helped him out of his coat as they stepped inside.

 "Want something to drink or a snack Dabi? might help settle your stomach?" Hawks asked while going into his kitchen. Dabi snorted a little, Keigo didn't have to whine and dine him. Dabi had been ready to fuck there in that alley for the most part, Hell if Hawks had just kept going it would have been fine. He'd just, been lost for a moment down memory lane. He was fine to just fuck. Find out what it was like in a bed, like he knew it was for some omega's. He squirmed where he was standing and tugged his shirt off. leaving it there on the floor as he grabbed Hawks hand and pulled him in for another mind blowing kiss. kisses like this were nice. The ones inside of clubs were things were discreetly given to him before he ended up out in alley's didn't feel like this. they didn't light him up on the inside and relax him. have him curling into the Alpha as he nibbled at Dabi's broken skin and ran his hands so gently along ribs.

"I'm fine." He muttered and drew breathed in Keigo's relaxing scent. Bright lemon and spruce rolling from him as he stripped out of his own coat and Dabi fumbled with his belt. Hands trembling and watching Hawks abs flex as he tossed the shirt over a couch. It looked comfortable enough anyways if he was let spend the night here. he wondered what he might have smelled like to Keigo. Every love hotel with every person sliding him a scent patch and a few bills  until he'd realized that his scent, whatever it was tended to kill the mood for some Alpha's. Keigo helped Dabi step out of his pants silently and then nuzzled against him as he led him back to Hawks room. Dabi realized he was practically dripping and flushed in embarrassment. He struggled to remember the last time he'd been this ready for sex, this wanting as Keigo laid him on the bed and his hands found their way into Dabi's boxers. Maybe he wanted Dabi to beg before he just gave him what he was waiting for. He pulled Keigo's loose cargo pants down and whimpered as he saw the piercing on the head of his dick. his stomach wasn't even rebelling at him and Keigo filled his mind to the point where no other experiences or alpha's passed his mind. "we match on that one at least, although these? begging for my attention and to see how sensitive you are." Hawks grinned as he pulled back and tugged Dabi's boxers off fully, revealing Dabi's own pierced dick. Hawks threw the boxers on the floor and brushed his hands over Dabi's pierced hip dermals before tugging the hoops through his nipples lightly. Dabi's back arched and he croaked out a bitten off sound as his dick kicked, red and begging for attention. Right alongside his glistening entrance, Keigo stuck two of his fingers in him and curled them, making Dabi see stars as he struggled to keep his noises to himself. he didn't know what he'd sound like, Hawks was very quickly proving this was different than anything else he'd done. he'd rather not risk ruining the mood with some new weak sound he could feel in his throat. he covered his mouth and Keigo grinned devilishly at him. bending down and sticking his tongue in Dabi to taste his slick. Dabi's legs kicked out, overwhelmed, and Keigo chuckled at the reaction and the desperate confused tears building in Dabi's eyes. He grabbed Keigo's bicep and tugged upwards, sealing their mouths together and letting out a practiced breathy plea as he grabbed Keigo's dick. Lining him up and trying not to tense as he braced himself. it always hurt at first, always stung as he was rammed into and used. Keigo kissed his neck and nibbled at his jaw as Dabi closed his eyes. Keigo slid in, painless and lighting up nerves in pure pleasure. Dabi moaned under his hand as he arched into Hawks tears leaking through his eyes.

 "let me hear you Omega." Hawks asked softly and Dabi was flinging his hand away to hold on to Hawks instead. He squirmed under him, unsure what he was supposed to do and tilting his head back as his hips jerked. Keigo smiled into his skin as he eased himself out before rocking back in and Dabi keened as he gribbed him with white knuckles.

 "you can just let me do all the work if you want." Dabi shook his head and continued squirming beneath Hawks, breath stolen away by how good everything felt and how it continued building in a speeding crescendo. Overwhelming him as he tried to commit it to memory. He didn't want to ride Keigo, he wanted to stay just like this with Hawks heavier form above him. Blanketing him and making him feel warm. his hips moved upwards at some point when Hawks ground back down and into him and he shattered. seeing white as he tipped his head back and a hoarse shout escaped him. Hips continuing to move after he'd come and Keigo made a surprised noise at him. pausing for a moment until Dabi let out a strange pleading sound and pulled him in for a kiss. Hawks pulled back once and Dabi gasped at the empty feeling before Hawks was continuing again.

Dabi groaned and twisted his hips up. trying to imitate the motion that had felt so mind numblingly good. most alpha's preferred if he just laid there but Keigo didn't snap at him or growl or even so much as latch on to his scared neck. He just let Dabi wrap himself around him and wiped at the tears flowing out of his eyes. he kept rolling his hips up in that motion, Keigo sometimes helping him. He sealed his mouth over Hawks when he felt his knot swelling, starting to catch on his rim. it didn't hurt, he was too slicked up and turned on to feel anything but pleasantly full and the most content he had ever been. a long flat whine leaving him as Keigo's knot got stuck on his entrance and Keigo slowly grinded into him until the ring of muscle gave and he popped in. Dabi let his jaw drop as Keigo made short aborted thrusts and started playing with his nipple rings again. Hawks knot fully swelling and rendering him incapable of thrusting anymore with that small bead of his piercing right up against Dabi's prostate. It threw Dabi over the edge of his second orgasm and he clenched almost to the point of pain on Keigo's knot as he pumped cum into. Keigo flipping them over, easily lifting Dabi's weight as he tried to focus and failed with his limbs twitching in overstimulation.

 He shook threw the orgasm before he raised his head enough to look at Keigo, who had been holding his head in the crook of his neck and rubbing along his spine. Fingers dancing over each sharp vertebra and the scent calming him down. he drowsily nibbled along the bottom of Hawks jaw, kissing the hollow of his throat as his chest rumbled and Keigo's dick twitched inside of him. he whimpered before he could stop himself and Keigo turned his head to kiss him. petting his hair and giving him such slow lazy kisses that Dabi fell asleep right there. He'd never get this again, but for one night he'd gotten to actually enjoy sex. A hero of all people had seen him through it as well.

 This was fine, right?

 "Dabi?" Hawks asked softly. head tilted in confusion as Dabi rushed out and grabbed his coat off the balcony before continuing down the fire escape, he skipped the last few steps, wanting to get away from the apartment and the strange alpha who'd been different. not just said he could be, but actually was. He felt a glob of cum and slick leak out of him into his boxers as he ran and a sob ripped itself free from him. Dabi had to stop and lean against a building to let the sobs work themselves out until he could stop. Hawks hadn't hurt him, nothing had hurt and he'd wanted it. he'd cum twice and Keigo had held him as he purred himself to sleep on his knot. now he was running away and sobbing hard against a building as the sun rose. what was wrong with him? it was just sex. sex that didn't even make him feel sick to his stomach so why was he so upset over it? he slid down the wall and let his head rest against his knee's until he calmed down enough to call kuroguri for a pick up.

He wakes up in the middle of the night, slips off Keigo's dick. it made a wet noise as it had slipped out and just like that, the bubble popped. Dabi felt his pressure behind his eyes with tears he refused to spill. what had he been thinking last night, the usual shame and regret twisting his stomach. he felt sticky and his eyes were crusty with dried tears he brushed away. he scrambled off the bed and was slipping on his shirt as Keigo woke up, coming over to him right as he looked over his shoulder and met Hawks golden eyes with his own panicked ones.

"Dabi? what time is it? are you hurt? are you drunk, where are you? are you alright, i can hear someone crying. do you mind moving someplace quieter so i can hear you?" the mist man opened on the first ring and Dabi started sobbing all over again. what would he even say? 'hey i got fucked really really well and it felt nice so now i’m sobbing like there's anything that hasn't already been done to me and calling you at a god awful hour? please don't be mad?'

"I. im. I." Dabi couldn't get a grip. Despite Kuroguri's calm questioning as the sounds of getting dressed came through the phone. he sobbed again, let his chest heave with it and his head ache until he could finally take a break and speak. "I'm. I'm sorry to wake you." he muttered quietly with his eyes closed tight.  a begging crying whine escaped him before he could stop it when he realized Kuroguri hadn't hung up during his episode.

 "Dabi. we can take care of anything, i just need to know where you are. I can sleep when I'm dead." Kuroguri almost sounded panicked and Dabi didn't know how to react to that. apologizing again and again until a pair of beatup tennis shoes came into view and the smell of ciggerates and cloves mixed with ginger accompanying them. Twice crouched down and gently took the phone from Dabi's hands as he apologized and then turned away to dry heave. stomach rolling and clenching on nothing and flinching at nothing.

 "Hey, I've got him. He's pretty bad off to be honest. see you soon." Jin reached out and waited until Dabi stopped puking to touch his shoulder.

"It's alright Dabi, just me. Can i help you get back to base? take care of you there, that sound good?" Dabi nodded and managed to uncurl himself enough to attempt to wobbely stand, His legs gave out and Jin caught him. scooping his thin body up and every muscle freezing when he got a wiff of the scent covering him and the wet patch on Dabi's pants.

 "no. he. i. it didn't hurt. I. wanted, not. i'm just broken. "Dabi gripped jins sweater tightly and shook his head. Jin frowned but let himself relax a little as he cradled Dabi and walked a few blocks down to where a purple swirling warp gate was waiting for them.

He can’t tell Giran that he can’t go through with this job. He can't take Kikiyo with him. This mission is coming at an inconvenient time and he doesn't have anyone else he can call to watch her. It’s been long enough, he misses his siblings if not his mother. He was hoping he wouldn’t have to do this. The phone rings and rings, Giran sends another message asking if he is on his way and Dabi sends back a simple no. Dealing with a disappointed or upset giran is somehow worse than calling his mother and he thinks about hanging up the phone and explaining to Giran for a moment that he has a kid and no babysitter. He doesn't know what other explanation he could give Giran that he couldn't disprove in minutes. He’s never been late before, the bus on his routes are suspiciously never late or full. He’s taken note of it before and had just been grateful. Only now does he consider that it may have been the work of his boss.

Maybe he was seeing how far he would go for him. At what point he would choose Kikiyo over his job. He had a job for kikyo, because of kikiyo. Dabi doesn't know the last time he had a moment or thought or action for himself that it wasn't stolen. Kikiyo’s cries turn to screeches as the call gets declined and Dabi’s stomach plummets. He feels sick as he leans against the counter, squeezing his eyes shut against a migraine hard. Redialing Rei’s number, just in case she had been away from the phone and missed the call. “This is Rei todoroki. May I ask who is calling this number?” she doesn't sound like she’s short of breath or in pain. Maybe it’s a good week. She can come and watch kikiyo and they can talk afterwards. Even if she never wanted Dabi, she can want and love her grandchild. Dabi can make peace with whatever he has to for her safety.

“Hey, it’s uh. It’s Touya.” saying his old name feels clumsy. Like an ill fitting coat, it reminds him of a different kind of stress. When he was struggling to be happy for just a few minutes before everything changed and he made plans to never be seen again. Married off to whoever gave enji the most benefits. Nothing but a tool and an object like his mother was treated. Kikiyo had very well saved him from that fate, Dabi isn’t sure how long he would have been able to bear it.

“I, I don’t know if you guys thought I was dead or um. I don't know what exactly you had thought happened to me but I, I had her, your granddaughter. I’m sorry I lied about geting a abortion. I’ve, I’ve been barely making it mom-” He hates doing this. Rei can’t offer him any help and even if she can she won’t. Dabi doesn't want to give up this thing he’s started with Giran. He can just, He needs his mom to watch kikiyo for a few hours. He can make it on his own with just this help from her.

“I can’t give you any money Touya.” she says and Dabi feels a tear dip down his cheek as he realizes her tone never shifted at the realization she was talking to him. Maybe enij reported him as a runaway but they couldn’t arrest him. they couldn't bring him home again because he was over 18.

“No, i. That's not why i’m calling. I need a babysitter.” He feels more tears leak out his eyes and he pokes Kikiyo’s cheek to make the screeching stop.

He places a few crackers in front of her and she’s instantly distracted with the food. Peeping at him every few bites and holding a cracker out for him that he smiles at as he pretends to eat it. Nibbling at her little fingers and forcing himself to smile at her to give his daughter the impression that everything is just fine. Daddy’s just weird sometimes and smells scared when there’s no need for her to worry.

“I have my own job. I just-” He hates begging her for things, she always lets him down and he’s tired of being out of options. “I’m not going to whatever rodent infested place you've landed yourself in to watch your child. Not when you shouldn’t be off partying with some random alpha who I’ve never even met or who never asked us to court you.” Despite the harsh words her tone is dreamy and far off. Dabi knows she’s staring off into space as she speaks on the phone, no clue where he is. Uncaring and someone else will have to dress the kids and feed them tonight, help with homework since he’s not there. She might come back to herself tonight, it's hard to judge over the phone.

“No mom. I’m by myself. The father isn’t in the picture. I told him the same thing I told you.” he panics slightly. She can't process what he’s saying right now, never has been able to. He needs her though. He’s gotten himself so far down in trouble that he can’t get out and he’s comfortable with that until now. “You can come meet your grand baby. She’s wonderfully behaved, I promise. She can just smell me right now and im. I’m scared and alone and i'm in some trouble if i don’t go on this job.” he admits as his eyes widen in panic and when Kikiyo wont eat her crackers and starts crying again he nearly cries with her. Instead he picks her up and bounces her in the air as he holds the phone between his ear and his shoulder. “I said no Touya. I can’t, He would find out. Just like he found out about your clubbing when that young blond man came knocking on the door. Looking for you. Everyone else had to pay for your mistakes because you weren’t here Touya. I refuse to clean up after a child I never wanted. I don’t have a grandbaby or an oldest omega son.” There’s a click as Kikiyo chirps shirlley and Dabi let himself slide down to sit against his counter.

Dabi’s head snapped up as there was a knock on the door. Grabbing Kikiyo and shuffling back away from the door. He glanced towards the balcony door as he held her tightly. They were on the 5th floor, no way he could make it down with her and still manage to run. The missed Call and message from Giran glowed on the screen and he pressed Kikiyo’s face tightly to his chest as he back away down the hallway. Not that it would do either of them any good to hide in the closet, still he pushed the clothes to the side and as he sank to the back shushing Kikiyo he spread them back forward to hide them. He hadn’t even taken his pills recently so he couldn’t hide them, throwing off distressed omega and baby pheromones.

His heart stopped beating as he buried his nose in Kikiyo's hair, clenching his eyes shut and clutching her to his chest as the door rattled and opened, of course Girain had sent someone who could pick locks.

He froze as his bedroom door rattled and a familiar scent met his nose. Kikiyo’s too seeing as how she managed to pull back enough to let out a cry to be picked up. It didn’t matter that Giran had come himself to harm them, that Dabi was terrified out of his mind and uselessly trying to shush her.

“I, I’m sorry Dabi. I didn’t think about how this must look to you.” Giran spoke outside the door. Dabi didn’t dare breath as he heard the rustle of clothes and Giran sat down outside the closet door. Scent deeply sad and like he was trying to comfort Dabi. Old books cigars and coffee the most comforting thing he’d smelled in a long time and the closest thing he’d ever had had to a comforting parental scent.

“Dabi, would. Would you mind coming out here? I can hold her if you wish or you can leave her in there but i think it’s time we talked. About what exactly you plan to do when your a single disowned omega with an infant getting involved in organized crime.” he sighed. Waiting another moment before he stood up and pulled back the door. Pushing Dabi’s clothes out of the way as Kikiyo cried loudly to be transferred to him and Dabi kept his head down, gritting his teeth against literally baring his fangs at Giran and shuffled them back deeper.

Giran let out a heavy long breath before stepping into the closet and sitting down across from them. Wrinkling his suit even further and closing the door behind him. Dabi marginally relaxed as he peered across the dark space at him. He took off his suit coat and placed it behind himself as he held his arms out for kikiyo. Dabi crumbled as he passed her into his arms as she coo’d at him. Patting him on the nose as tears dripped down Dabi’s face, head kept turned to the side as he avoided looking at Giran. Giran held her close and put her near his shoulder like he would burp her. Gently talking to her about how happy he was to meet her and how hard her dad was working to keep her safe. The words ‘I’m so proud of your father’ came out of his mouth and Dabi let out a sob before he managed to shove a mouth over his hand, fliniching back. “Dabi. Come here.” Giran held out his other arm as he comforted Kikiyo and Dabi dove for it. Getting easily pulled into his arms as he sobbed.

“I’m not mad, I’m scared. Scared to be a dad, that you won’t want them. That creating our baby was a fluke and you just wanted to fuck the number 2 for a fun time, which is fair. I didn’t, didn’t ask you what you wanted out of that night did I?” he holds Dabi against him when he can finally relax again. Dabi lets out a broken chuckle, out of breath and heaving against Keigo. “No. Keigo. I- I don’t think I managed to carry our baby full term. I haven’t. Keigo, they’re dead. So just fucking leave already. Or hurt me, don’t fuck around because I’ve been through it all already.” He bared his teeth, letting out a tiny snap in between slipping whines. “I- why would I leave you to deal with this yourself, Dabi? I don’t understand,” Keigo asks and Dabi lets out a low scream as he pushes the head out, it hurts and nothing is helping now. His legs kick uselessly and he burrows his head in Hawks shoulder, biting down when Keigo moves his head out of the way and presses his jaw close. It locks, because of course it does, his jaw is locked on the alpha that knocked him up as he labors through a late miscarriage. He’s broken, he can’t even cry over this anymore, feeling scrapped out as he closes his eyes and lets his body deal with his mistakes.

“You're gonna be okay Dabi, I’m here. You're gonna be okay.” Dabi’s hips tremble with pain, desperate to get the baby out and Keigo stops rubbing his stomach to reach down and catch the head. “Just let your body do what it has to, don’t fight it.” Keigo touches it as Dabi’s jaw tightens to the point it clicks, aching and sobbing he widens his legs. Letting Keigo see what a ruined mess he’s made of himself and the baby’s head comes fully out. Crying fills the air and Dabi can’t do anything, can’t speak past Keigo’s shoulder. Only whine long and loud several times. He feels Keigo gasp and Keigo’s other hand lets go of his own to catch the baby. Dabi’s tired but he anxiously bears down again, whimpering through the pain and trying to think of how long it’s been. How long has he been in labor? Is this safe? He didn’t do any research, convinced the baby wouldn’t make it this far. Much less him. “They’re alive Dabi, baby, baby I want you to breathe, okay? Just, you can do this.” Hawks’ voice is tight as he helps Dabi, slightly pulling as Dabi pushes. The pain lessened tremendously as soon as the head was out, Keigo catches the baby and Dabi cries. Unable to unlock his jaw and his legs keep moving, spasming in pain from his spine, but he raises his arms up to hold them anyways.

Looking for his phone in the nest. It’s not there and he whines as he feels his muscles ripple, starting to bleed all over it. He’s more scared than hurt so he manages to stand, distressed, and panicking as he runs through the abandoned apartment as fast as he can. There’s an old metal bowl and a rag he finds in the kitchen, under the sink. He fills the sink with water and shakes. He knows there’s going to be blood, that's what the bowl and rag are for. All the towels and pillows he could find earlier are in his nest and he shucks off his coat he’d had on for warmth and grabs everything back to the nest. He never had one of these before the league, hadn’t needed or wanted one. Then he was in a home and the urge had struck, getting worse when he met Hawks. When makeout and late nights stayed make outs. He doesn't know what to do now that he needs one. Can’t pick up and leave because his pack needs him, because he wants hawks, because he’s having a fucking baby.

The cramps grow worse with all his walking around and panic, Dabi realizes he’s been whining the entire time and strips his shirt off at the same time as he steps out of his pants. Balling the shirt up and shoving it in his mouth as he lays back in the bare nest. It smells wrong, Dabi’s scared and everything below his waist is on fire, the pain balling in his pelvis and wrapping around his waist to travel up his spine. His pecs ache worse than they have the week he’s stayed here. Getting ready for a baby who’s going to be dead, they’re going to be dead. Dabi knows it in his soul, he hasn’t felt a kick in weeks, it’s too early, he thinks anyways, he knots the shirt behind his head. He’s on his side, sobbing as each pulse, every push his body demands he gives hurts him. His nails dig deep grooves into his arms and scars as he pushes. Crying and whining through the makeshift gag he’s given himself. His vision whites out in pain several times as he begs for relief, for comfort, help. He won’t get any he already knows. Probably won’t even let him hold his dead baby’s body as they drag him to jail, to die. His quirk starts smoking his scar seams and he knows he can’t do this alone. He can’t , he’s going to burn everything up and the league will never know what happened, his father will never be exposed and he screams in pain. Unlatching one of his hands to pull a pair of quirk handcuffs out from under it, bartered for after he’d burnt down a shelter years ago. Nightmares making it impossible to stay in them anymore and unable to sleep without risk of killing everything around him. He remembered vividly drinking the soda the hero gave him, not knowing what it would do at the time, hours spent on his back in exchange for the expensive necessary things he hates. He can’t touch them without wanting to vomit, the memory slams him in the face every time, but he can’t be found right now. He’s too vulnerable, unable to defend himself, not knowing what will happen besides pain that ruins him as the blood and fluids between his legs gush faster. He’s ruined for anyone after this, mentally and physically he can’t do this. The cuffs lock as omega noises begging for help and distress pour out, muffled by the shirt. He wishes he’d experienced what Keigo gave him at least one more time before he’d done this to himself. Not even keigo will want him again with how wide he can feel his muscles stretching. The blood starts to slow as pain white his vision out for longer. He reaches a hand down to his hole where the baby is coming out and bites the t-shirt, inserting his fingers and wiggling them as deep as they can go as he screams in pain. He’s stretched wide and has no problem inserting them, he touches something and lets out a wail as he withdraws his hand, making sure his coat is gathered under him to catch them. The next contraction makes him throw his head back and squirm, screaming even after the gag is misplaced enough that it falls off. He’s switched on to his back now and his arms are curled near his chest as his legs twitch and kick, but there’s no escaping this pain. He hears a cuss and whips his head around, pleading noises freezing as he sees white and purple through his blurred tear filled vision. He snaps his jaw and gives a deep growl that gets cut off with another scream, he can’t stop pushing and he’s barely made any progress, that he can feel anyways, through the burning mind wiping pain.

“Get the fuck out, hel-” he manages to scream and snarl at her, the beg for help escaping without his permission. The female alpha, that combined with her color scheme and dark skin tone is enough to give him a very clear idea of who has found him. A hero, Miruko, who croons reassurance and takes a step forward as she is muttering something he can't hear, low and fast.

“Leave, fucking bitch. Going to arrest me in labor? Leave me alo-” he screams as the baby moves just that little bit further. Whimpering and unable to even sob afterwards. Rumi leaves, ducking outside the broken door and away from Dabi finally, leaving him free to wail and cry. His hands tremble as he brings them up to his mouth, locked together.

He bites down and pushes with the next contraction, eyes closed and letting his head drop into the nest. He’s just tired and it hurts, he wants it to be done with. Dabi cries as he waits for it to be done, for labor to be over so he cleans up his mess. Go home and crawl into his actual nest, the one that’s small and plush and smells like the league with just the hints of keigo starting to come through. Everything feels wrong and he lets tears pour out of his eyes as his brain keeps giving him the feeling of his baby moving, struggling as hard as he is. He knows it’s not real, it’s just brain signals getting crossed and trying to get him through this. He hasn’t felt any movement in weeks and this is just the last straw. He bears down again, nothing to hold onto and ground him as he whimpers insistently, hating the noise leaving him, blood filling his mouth and making him choke on what he resolves to be his last attempt, he can feel the head stretching and tearing him. He hopes Rumi actually left, he doesn't have the strength to fight off an alpha, won’t even be able to move for several days after this. That’s if his pathetic body can get it together long enough to fight off an infection, at the very least long enough to get him home after he rests. Dabi’s never doing this again, even if by some miracle someone did want him.

Dabi's breathing so slowed down and he slumped into the blanket that was pressing him down onto the couch. It was heavy and he could understand why Shigaraki always had one around him. Shigaraki brushed his scent gland against Dabi's hair and he tucked his head down into the blanket and Toga.

Sako came and sat on the arm of the sofa. Combing his fingers into his hair after he gave Dabi a chance to pull away from it and keeping his movements slow.

"Thank you Dabi, for calling us," Sako spoke calmly once the rest of the league headed to bed and left them alone. Dabi glanced up at him to see him without his mask for once. A small smile on his face battling the concern. "Jin said you said some pretty concerning things, Dabi. You also smell of that Keigo Takami."

Toga snuffled in her sleep and gripped tight to Dabi as his chin trembled and he shrugged again.

"I did want it?" Dabi whispered, glancing around in the dark to avoid eye contact.

Jin walked back in to try taking Toga from him, she protested at first and sank her fangs into Jin's arm in a sleepy state of alarm but Jin didn't even seem to notice as he held her.

"He said he was broken," he lightly growled and stopped when Toga whimpered. "I'm putting her to bed. Showers open if you need it, Dabi."

Dabi grabbed the clothes Shigaraki had brought out and headed for the bathroom, he could still feel the cum and slick oozing out of him and crusting in his boxers. He was exhausted, crying and the breakdown in its entirety had taken a lot out of him. He didn't know what was wrong with him.

Just that normal omega's didn't run from the best sex they'd ever had, the best... experiance Dabi had in general.

"What? Dabi did Keigo?" Sako cut himself off as Dabi shook his head and looked down at the floor. Shoulders up around his ears and bright red.

"Look, I'm sorry-" Dabi was cut off by Sako coming up to him and grabbing his chin, forcing eye contact for just a moment before he let go of him.

"Okay. Well, whatever happened you can tell me later. Just so we are clear on exactly what pieces of Takami I will be breaking." He gave Dabi a tiny smirk, accepting a cup of coffee as Kuroguri handed it to him with a whisper of waiting for him.

"Mr. You, you can go back to bed." Dabi whispered in an inaudible mumble. looking down the hall towards the shower. He just didn't want to ever talk about this again. It was embarrassing, both the fussing over him and the break down. He'd... there had been some really shitty times and this night didn't even clear the top 5. There wasn't a reason to be so upset but the shame wouldn't leave him alone.

Sako waited up anyways and was there when he came out in clean clothes. Stumbling back towards the couch and lifting the blanket up.

"Why the fuck is this so heavy?" he mumbled to himself as he closed his eyes. Leaning against the couch as Sako came and sat down on the other end.

"Okay. So you wanted to have sex with Takami, and you did. Did he not stop when you asked? Did he make you uncomfortable at all?" Sako asked and lifted one of his arms in invitation for Dabi to borrow against him.

Dabi shrugged uncomfortably and looked over at Sako, he bit the inside of his cheek to stop a whimper and debated if he would just end up anxious and uncomfortable if he took up the invitation. Sako waited patiently until Dabi gave in and let himself fall sideways to be held.

"No. He didn't. I have no idea why I'm just having a meltdown, maybe I really am just, broken Mr." he mumbled quietly. Sako patted his shoulder.

"You're not. Somethings going on Dabi, whatever it is we can work on it," Sako hummed. “You hesitated when I asked if he made you uncomfortable."

"He didn't." Dabi insisted and when Sako didn't press he continued, feeling like he had to explain why he hesitated. "We- Fuck I don't know okay? I don't know what made me decide I was down for getting fucked by an Alpha Hero tonight. But I did. Okay? I wanted it, wanted him. Then we were just making out in some alley and I needed air, so I pushed him back."

Sako took a deep breath in at that and held it. "Okay, that's good, if you wanted a roll in the hay with Hawks you're allowed to have that. Why did you need air? Did he let you push him away?"

Dabi snorted at Sako's polite way of referencing him being horny. It was laugh or cry, and he was out of tears and too tired to actually laugh.

"He did. Easily, barely had to push and he was turning me on so badly. it's not like I wasn't still enjoying it? We just, he offered his apartment. I've never-" Dabi cut himself off with a noise that was half a sob and half a laugh. He didn't know anymore.

"Oh Dabi. You're not broken, I promise. Tell me more, this old man wants all that coffee you kids keep dropping." Sako nudged Dabi and he let out a little laugh.

"Okay, okay. So we go back to his place to fuck, I’m uh... not feeling well. Nerves or some shit. My stomach keeps flipping and I just, I want him but I’m also not really sure how this is gonna go now. He," Dabi laughed and turned himself into Sako. "Okay. He decided he wanted to wine and dine me after I got my feet under me, alright? Then he took me back to his actual legit fucking bedroom there was a couch right there!, and fucked me so well I actually came twice, and purred afterwards as I actually fell asleep in his arms?" Dabi was laughing again. So absurd it was funny. What the fuck had tonight even been? He couldn't even dream this shit up, too far to go for any one night stand.

"It sounds like you had a wonderful night and a gentleman showed you a good time, Dabi. I'm happy for you, so what changed then? What happened?" He lightly pressed and combed Dabi's hair.

"I woke up." Dabi muttered quietly staring ahead at nothing. "I just, I woke up and I... I don't know, Mr. I just had to leave and then I felt... I felt gross? And sick. I've, it doesn't make sense. I was fine, and then I woke up and I wasn't and I couldn't get home. Couldn't get myself together enough to call Kuroguri and then just, had a meltdown."

Sako shook his head, continuing to pet Dabi's head as he thought in silence.

"I get fucked like that" Dabi stuck one hand out of the blanket to gesture loosely with an embarrassed bright red face. "And then, I freak out? Have a meltdown over what exactly?"

"Well, I'll tell you one thing Dabi, it does not mean that you are a broken omega." He stood up and groaned as his bones creaked. Dabi closed his eyes on the couch. Ready to go to bed already and wake up from this, this whatever it was. A dream or a nightmare, he didn't know. Didn't know how to figure it out.