#dabihawksweek23

"Hawks! Open up, dammit, we had a meeting!" Dabi yells as he bangs on the hero's sliding glass door, panting from climbing the fire escape up to the penthouse stupid rich fucker. When he's met with silence despite being able to see the ugly ass coat draped over the uncomfortable couch. "Oi! I know you're home!"

A feather comes rushing down the hall and for a second Dabi thinks he's being let in, but instead, the damn thing locks the door.

Oh, fuck that.

Dabi curses as he digs in his pockets, smirking when he pulls out some safety pins for when he gets a new rip in his coat. Dropping into a crouch, it takes him seconds to pick the same lock the feather had just turned and throw open the door. "Nice try, birdie, but I had to eat somehow!"

There's a quiet curse from down the hall before what Dabi knows to be the bedroom door slams shut and pisses Dabi off further.

"HAWKS!" He yells, stomping down the hallway only to stop when he hears a whimper. "Hawks?" He asks softer this time.

"Not tonight, Dabi." Hawks slurs . Why is the bird slurring??? "Not for the next week really."

Dabi scoffs to hide anything that might resemble concern. "And you couldn't have sent a text why?"

"I-…I got a little sidetracked. Won't happen again." Hawks sighs with none of his normal PR laughter present.

Dabi narrows his eyes, alarm bells sounding in his head at Hawks allowing him to hear anything that could be seen as weakness let alone actually sounding weak. "Wanna explain what's going on?"

There's another whimper before it sounds like Hawks is forcing himself to talk. "Not really…it's physically hard to explain."

Dabi hums, pulling out his phone to Google something. "This have anything to do with Spinner locking him and Shiggy in his room?"

The surprised squawk Hawks lets out answers his question before Hawks can even try to deny it. "No- it's- uh-"

"Do you want help, birdie?" Dabi cuts him off with a sigh. "Shiggy didn't actually get a chance to give us any direction before he was dragged away to be a cock sleeve so I've got time. The meeting was more out of boredom than an actual job."

There's silence for a moment then some shuffling before a gold eye glare out of a crack in the bedroom door. "You edged me out of boredom?"

Dabi snorts, not expecting that reaction before smirking lazily. "Can do it again on purpose if you want?"

Even if he'd planned to snap at him, Dabi can see how the hero's pupils pin at the thought. "…Maybe later. Get in here."

Dabi holds up a flame to pause the feather that comes racing at him. “You were going to postpone the meeting a week. Is that how long this lasts?”

Hawks pouts at being stopped but nods. “Five days with usually a two or so day recovery.”

Dabi nods, putting out his fire to pluck the feather from the air. “Give me half an hour to meet up with an old contact. My stamina’s pretty good from before the League, but I’m not making it five fucking days without some help.” A small smirk. “Get a few rounds out to make it easier on both of us until then?”

Hawks’ face does something complicated, but his horniness ultimately wins. “Can I use the feather to fly you back?”

Dabi grimaces, but nods. “I’ll have him cancel out the motion sickness too.” He decides, heading back down the hall quickly with the feather still in hand as he gets out his phone. “No snooping.”

“Doubt I could if I wanted to.” Hawks sighs, already heading back to his nest.

The sounds of chirping moans have already started up by the time Dabi reaches the door and he makes it back down the fire escape in record time. Luckily, his contact was working something nearby and Dabi curses at not being able to use it to blackmail the heroes later, but he’d prefer to stay on this contact’s good side so he agrees to keep quiet.

Within twenty minutes, Dabi’s had his refractory period and motion sickness turned off for the next week and a half, and is thrilled to learn an old colleague was there as well who could put Dabi into a similar state as his birdie with a single kiss.

“Have fun, sweetie, ~” The petite girl giggles, patting his cheek as his pupils dilate. “Hopefully he doesn’t live too far.”

Dabi’s already having trouble with any thoughts outside of fucking someone, but manages a smirk as he holds up a feather. “I have a ride.”

“That explains the motion sickness request.” His former pimp chuckles, ruffling his hair. “Stay safe. If he does anything, let me know. I’m sure I can dig something up.”

Even the touch to his hair has him leaning in with a sigh before he shakes his head to clear it. “Thanks, guys. See you in a week, Angel.”

That was the downside of her quirk is she had to kiss you again to turn it off, but Dabi was fine with that if it meant he wouldn’t die trying to help his birdie.

He makes it outside before he heats his hand up a bit to get Hawks’ attention and the feather twitches before he sees two larger ones darting through the sky to scoop him up under his arms and rush him back to Hawks’ balcony. He, thankfully, doesn’t feel like throwing up, but it's still disorienting as he stumbles back into the hero’s living room.

Luckily, all it takes is hearing a single chirped moan from down the hall for Angel’s quirk to rear back to life and almost makes him fim fall over with the wave of arousal that hits him.

Fuck, the things he does for this idiot.

He must not be moving fast enough for Hawks’ liking though because he sees the feathers once again in his vision and doesn't even get a chance to try and tease the hero before the feathers are zipping him down the hall and removing his clothes along the way. Within seconds, he’s naked and being dropped into a nest of blankets with a predatory trill sounding beside him and going straight to his already aching cock.

Shit, that was a hell of a quirk.

“You smell like other people.” Hawks chitters angrily.

Dabi fights through the fog in his head to answer. “Sorry, birdie. Val’s quirk relies on smoke and Angel was apparently working so I got a little help from her too.”

“How does hers work?” Hawks pouts.

Hmm, he’s cute when he’s jealous.

“A kiss.” Dabi shrugs before smirking as his eyes rake up Hawks’ own naked form to land on his bared fangs. “I’ll be more than able to keep up now if you wanna make me forget her.”

That’s all the prompting Hawks needs apparently to descend upon the villain with a hungry kiss that leaves them panting as the quirk sears through Dabi’s veins at the contact.

"Fuck, I forgot how strong that was." Dabi gasps when Hawks finally lets him up for air. His hand immediately shoots out to yank Hawks back down when he tries to move away at all. "Get back down here." He actually snarls, bringing Hawks to rest between his legs so they can grind against each other while Dabi swallows every little chirped moan that tries to escape. "Fuck…"

Hawks has to agree as having a willing potential mate in his nest has his heat crashing into him full force like he hadn't just cum his brains out waiting for the flame user to return and nothing about the villain is helping. If anything, everything about him is only making it worse as almost too hot hands grip his hips, a pierced tongue dominates his mouth, and every rung of that god-forsaken Jacob's Ladder rubs against his cock as Dabi jerks his hips to grind against him. He's once grateful for the thick scar tissue covering the villain because his talons digging into his shoulders and his fangs keep catching on a scared lower lip which only seems to spur Dabi on more. With the all-encompassing heat consuming Hawks inside and out, he doesn't notice how easily he's been worked back to the edge until a hot hand is using their pre-cum to stroke them together and Hawks lets out a low croon when the sudden attention almost does him in.

"Plea-Dabs, please. Close. So close. Just a little more. Plea-Fuck!" Hawks almost shrieks when Dabi heats his hand just a little more and bites near his collarbone hard enough to definitely leave a mark and shit Hawks hopes he leaves plenty of those as a few more strokes of this sends him barreling over the edge and spilling all over Dabi's cock and stomach. He doesn't even get a chance to come down or worry about cum getting in the villain's seams because Dabi doesn't stop, using the cum like lube and speeding up with a curse as he tries to work himself over the edge too.

"Fucking shit, you look so good losing control in my hand." Dabi groans, rutting his hips against the hero's sensitive cock and enjoying the sensitive chirps. "Can't wait to have you crying on my cock. Gonna look fucking beautiful."

The dirty compliments have Hawks' wings puffing up in embarrassment but the attention combined with his heat has his arms shaking as his dick tries to get hard again. "Da-bi, please~ Too much." He whimpers despite his bird brain's protests to get the villain inside of him as fast as possible for eggs he doubts he can even have if the Commission had anything to say about it.

In the end, the bird wins.

"Inside. Please. Want… Need you…inside." Hawks forces out, having a hell of a time talking. "Need your cock…your cum…dammit need it…so b-AH-d! DABI~!"

Dabi lets out a sound that almost sounded like a growl as he abandons their cocks to grip Hawks' hips and lift him off his lap with a strength the hero didn't know the skinny-looking villain possessed. He was almost tempted to send a feather to turn on the lights for a better look, but then he's having to dig his knees into the bed to not fall and the smirk tugging at staples tells him that's exactly what the flame user wanted as a hand leaves his hip and suddenly he's being guided down on pierced cock and letting out desperate chirps along with the moan. His feathers almost ache with how hard they're trembling and a low chuckle that makes his poor cock twitch doesn't help.

"Da-bi…" Hawks croons when his ass meets the villain's hips. "Big…please…"

"Please what, birdie?" Dabi pants, turquoise all but gone from his eyes as they rake over the whimpering hero on top of him. "Gonna have to be specific. There are so many things I could do to you after all. So many things I want to do to you." A wicked smirk as a hand moves from the hero's hips down to his rim stretched around the villain's cock. "And you'd let- no beg me to do every one of them, wouldn't you?"

Hawks feels his face flush red as he pictures all the things the villain could do to him, especially with whatever Dabi let someone quirk him with. "Yes, please." He breathes out desperately, bracing himself when deceptively strong legs adjust to dig somehow unscarred heels into the nest. "Anything."

There's a mean chuckle before hands return to his hips and Hawks caws out a moan as Dabi starts fucking up into him in earnest. He knows the original plan had only been to cancel the recovery period, but the addition of the other one makes Hawks glad he listened to the villain when he was ordered to make himself cum when he was away because Dabi seems to be just as feral as Hawks feels and he's sure he would break otherwise. As it is, feeling the piercings catching on his rim and grinding against his insides has Hawks feeling desperate and he's sure not taking the edge off would have him actually losing his mind as his talons dig into healthy and scarred flesh alike.

Dabi curses, loving the added sting of the hero's talons and the blonde's already abused hole clenches around him. Based on the desperate bird song and distant look in gold eyes, he's not sure there's any thought in that head other than getting off. It makes Dabi feel rabid and he's grateful he kept up his training as his abs and thighs strain in their efforts to continue fucking up into the bird who is too far gone to be of any semblance of help, but that's fine by Dabi as it allows him to essentially use Japan's Number Two hero as nothing more than a fleshlight. He's pretty sure that's what they'll be reduced to by the end of the night , let alone week , is nothing but animals using each other for pleasure, but they can worry about that at a later date.

Right now, Dabi can feel his balls tightening with his need to cum, and can see red features shaking with approaching overstimulation. Dabi can already tell this won't be his only round, but maybe he'll be nice and let Hawks lay down for the next one.

He gets the mental image of Hawks with his ass in the air and face pressed into the bed as wings twitch against the covers next to him while Dabi pounds into him from behind, and he groans as he decides that's his next plan.

"Shit, birdie, I'm close. Gonna fuck this load up into you and get your face pressed into the sheets before it even has a chance to leak out. Fuck another load into you like the bitch in heat you are and maybe then I'll let you call a shot, hmm?" Dabi nearly growls, abs tensing as he nears the edge. "How does that sound, pretty bird?"

"Yes, please." Hawks coos needily. "Breed m-" His eyes widen when his brain catches up with his mouth and he flushes halfway down his chest in embarrassment. "I mean-"

He's cut off by a guttural groan and his own chirping as his plea sends Dabi over the edge and cumming hard inside of Hawks with something akin to a growl. It makes Hawks coo, momentarily satisfying the more avian part of his brain before he squawks when he's suddenly empty and being flipped on his front with a manically grinning villain pushing back in behind him. Hawks doesn't really even get time to process his new position or the sudden realization that his literal ass is in the hands of a mass murderer before Dabi's splitting him open on his cock once more and melting whatever brain he had managed to salvage.

"Dabi~!" He croons, talons digging into his sheets now as Dabi makes good on his promise to not let anything leak out of him. "Please, more, please, anything just fuck me please~"

"Come on, birdie, it's only round two, are you really this desperate to be treated like a whore that you'll let a villain throw you around and use you like a cocksleeve just to get your ass filled? That desperate to be treated like nothing more than a breeding bitch you'd let anyone stick their dick in here, wouldn't you?" Dabi chuckles darkly, running his thumb along Hawks' stretched rim and prodding like he's going to push it in just to watch Hawks' wings puff up. "Want me to breed you? How lucky for you I have the connections let me do just that. I'll fuck you so full you'll look pregnant by the time I'm done. Have you so strung out on my dick, you'll never want to leave. Be begging to be my good little cock warmer when we take over and your precious hero society is left in ashes." Hawks' hips start twitching so he takes that as his cue to move. "Tell me, Hawks, what do you think the public would say if they could see what a little slut I've made of you with only one round? Of their precious number two begging to be a villain's cum dump? Bet they'd be lining up to take their turn."

Hawks moans, long and broken as Dabi fills the room with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and growls absolute filth in his ear. It has his bird brain crooning happily, the thought of such a good mate using him and stuffing him full of cum, but the last statement has him chittering grumpily. "Nooo~!" He whines, wings shooting out to hold Dabi hostage when he misinterprets and tries to pull away. "No others…just mate."

Dabi blinks slowly, brain trying to process a literal model saying that about him, but then the hero must get impatient because a feather trails over healthy skin to relight the fire in his belly and he curses before moving again. "Shit, okay. I can work with that." Dabi grunts, grabbing slim hips to start abusing the hero's hole. "So the most thirsted-after hero in all of Japan wants to be my personal cum dump." He hums now in amusement. "Well, how am I supposed to say no to that? Don't worry, pretty bird. I'll make sure to stuff you nice and full so not even a plug will be able to hold it all in. You'll probably have to go to one of your fancy hero interviews and sit there trying to blush at the feeling of cum running down your leg and knowing who you let put it there before you come back to beg me to fuck another in there." His grin turns even more wicked as he grips the bases of his wings to watch the hero melt into putty before looming over him to whisper in his ear. "Fuck you so good, you won't ever have to question whose side you're on because you know the Commission can never give you what you need. Can never fulfill what you're truly made for which is showing me your cute little hole so my piercings can brand it as mine ."

Alarm bells go off in Hawks' head as he vaguely registers the villain admitting to knowing he's a spy, but the rest sounds far too good to argue as he chirps and moans. Maybe it's the grip on his wings sending his bird brain further into the gutter, or maybe it's that he's known what side he's actually on for a while now, but as far as he's concerned right now, that sounds like exactly what he wants as he cranes his neck to give the flame user access to it despite knowing he doesn't have the same instincts. "Yes, please, fuck me, breed me, use me, yours, please Dabi, ple~"

His begging is cut off with a loud moan as Dabi does exactly what his bird brain was hoping for and lunges forward to dig blunt teeth into Hawks' shoulder and make the hero's brain lock him in as his permanent mate. The rush of endorphins has him cumming hard onto the sheets beneath him before he's cooing happily when he feels Dabi cum inside him soon after.

In a moment of post-nut clarity, he really hopes Dabi meant even half of that because trying to get it broken would be a pain. Thankfully, he doesn't seem to need to worry because Dabi hums happily as he flops back and manhandles Hawks to lay on his chest, the back-to-back orgasms seeming to sate him for a moment.

"Sorry about that pretty bird, her quirk takes you down to base instincts so I hope that was okay," Dabi mumbles as he satisfies his need to nuzzle Hawks' hair.

Hawks trills happily before fighting words to his tongue, "'M good…bite made us mates though…"

"Hmm, what does that mean for hawks?" Dabi hums, sounding a bit more cautious.

"My hawks…it mates for life…I can get meds though if you don't wa-" Hawks yelps now as the thought makes Dabi's hands heat up on his back before the villain hisses out an apology.

"Sorry, no I'm fine with it if you are." Dabi sounds a little embarrassed now but won't let Hawks move his head from his scar-covered shoulder to see. "Only if you drop the spy shit though."

Hawks winces but lets out a light chuckle. "About that…I haven't given them information in…months." He admits, wiggling back with a whine when he feels cum trying to leak out. "Can you go in again? Leaking."

Dabi blinks in surprise at the bird's admission before he can't help but snort at the request, rearranging them a bit so his half-hard cock can mostly hold it all inside. "Dirty bird."

Hawks lifts his head to blink at him slowly before smirking wickedly. "It's only day one."

Dabi's face pales as he finally thinks with the right head long enough to realize what he's gotten himself into. "You're going to be more cum than hero by the end of this."

Hawks snorts, but trills happily, going back to nuzzling his new mate. "Hopefully."

Out of all the dirty things Dabi had just said, he doesn't know why the hero saying that is what ends up embarrassing him, but he feels the need to hide his face in fluffy blonde hair the best he can. "…I'll do my best then.

There's another happy trill as feathers start flying out of the nest for water and washcloths, both finding themselves too exhausted to actually move for now, but knowing both are necessary.

In the end, this isn't how either planned to properly win the other if ever, but they had to admit it fit them. A crazy start to a crazy relationship.

Hawks huffed as he flew away from the children’s hospital as fast as he could, he had to get rid of this sickness. Kids were relying on him, and a shock from the collar around his neck, made him drop in the air for only a second.

Finally, in the designated empty field he was able to fly towards the sun to get rid of the sickness, curing at least five children from the hospital.

His phone buzzed with the next location as he sighed and started to fly back toward the city. He made it to the city center, and right as he ran out of fuel, a shock once again made him fall, but this time he wasn't able to stop it.

“You okay?” a foot nudged him.

Hawks could feel how hurt the person was. He felt the need to take the sickness away, but being so low on fuel he didn’t have the energy, instead groaning and letting his body shut down.

“Okay this is just sad,” the man said as Hawks felt arms lift him up and carry him to an unknown destination.

“Alright try and open up,” the man said after Hawks has been sitting down for a few minutes, opening his mouth as what must be soup went into his mouth. “Slow bites,” the man said, as Hawks felt the buzzing in his pocket, his hand inching to grab it, but the man stopped him.

“Whoever it is ignore them. They are not as important as your health,” but the fear of a shock coming helped pushed Hawks to grab the phone. Right as he was able to grasp it the phone stopped ringing and dread filled his stomach.

Without warning shocks began to ripple through his body making him scream in pain.

“Shit!” Hawks could hear the guy say as he felt the collar being ripped from his neck, letting him pass out from the pain.

Hawks woke up to a scarred man looking down on him, it felt like he was on a cloud. 

“Glad to see you’re away,” the man said.

“You’re sick,” Hawks replied the same need to take the sickness away invading his mind, shaking his head he didn’t think about it. He can control his instincts.

“I don’t know about sick, but I am what people call heavily injured,” the man shrugged as Hawks finally took a look around the room.

“Where am I?”

“My place. Found you passed out in an alleyway. You were trying to go somewhere, but you couldn’t physically move. I decided to help you. Saw that hell of a collar on you and broke it. So what’s up with you?” the man asked.

“You took the collar off?” Hawks asked, touching his neck, feeling healing shock wounds around his neck.

“Yep. You passed out instantly after it started going off. Been asleep for a week now.”

“A week!?” Hawks asked shocked, sitting up in a panic as thoughts went through hs head.

“Hey calm down! Nothing bad is going to happen. I already trashed your phone. Nothing is going to happen to you,” the man promised.

“But people die without me!” Hawks said panicked.

“People die either way. It’s okay to leave someone else with the responsibility.”

“What am I supposed to do? Where am I supposed to go?” Hawks asked.

“You could always stay here and live your life,” the man shrugged. “I’m Dabi by the way.”

“Oh um I’m Hawks,” the blonde smiled.

“So why do these crazy people want you?” Dabi asked, passing the blonde a drink.

“I’m something called a Caladrius. I can take people’s illnesses away and dispel it. I was being sent to cure a children’s hospital,” Hawks shrugged.

“While that’s nice you were killing yourself in the process. Hate to say it, but that won’t slide here. I like my roommates to be alive,” Dabi said as a feeling Hawks has never felt before formed in his stomach making it churn. He couldn’t decide if it was good or bad.

“I think I can work with that,” Hawks smiled and thus the two started to live together.

“I can take the pain away?” Hawks whispered one night, they’ve been living together for a few months now.

“No thanks Birdie. I need it so I can remember,” Dabi said back, dropping the subject. Hawks never understood what Dabi meant, but he would respect the wishes as long as his friend wasn’t dying from it.

“I do appreciate the thought. Maybe one day I’ll take you up on it,” Dabi smiled, letting the two go back to sleep.

"Someone had better be dead or dying for whoever this is to be calling me this damn early," Dabi growls into the phone that he finally picks up during the third round of trying to vibrate off his crappy nightstand. 

He didn't even bother to check the caller ID. Everything hurt and was too much and he just wanted whoever it was to fuck off as soon as possible so he could sleep off what had to be a killer hangover. 

…did he even drink last night? Withdrawals maybe? It had been a while since he got ahold of any pain pills.

{I- Early? Dabi, it’s three in the afternoon!} Hawks scoffs through the line. 

“Well, I’m not trying to catch any worms birdie, so if you’d fuck off-”

{Yeahhh, about that, I’m kind of surprised your not.} Hawks cuts him off with that tone that means he’s dancing around something.

“Why the fuck would I? Just spit it out, birdie. My back is killing me and my head feels like it's going to explode.” Dabi snips, sinking into the shitty mattress with a curse. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for them to move into the mansion. “Did you drug me or something?”

Hawks scoffs again and Dabi thought for sure that one would have gotten an offended squawk. {Just look behind you, asshole. Your stubborn ass won’t believe me otherwise.}

Dabi pulls the phone away from his ear to glare at it, but he’s too exhausted to really argue so just does as he’s told only to let out a decidedly not human screech. “What the fuck, birdie?!”

{I think I should be saying that to you actually, Hot Stuff…Wait, that doesn’t work now either.}

Dabi can’t even argue. Not only is he too stunned, but there are also giant fucking wings coming out of his back and the noise he just made was definitely more avian than human. Forcing himself out of bed to look in the mirror reveals more changes of much more bird-like feet that confirmed multiple of Dabi’s suspicions and talons that he has no clue how he didn’t notice them earlier, but he would need to be careful with or risk tearing open a seam. Opening his mouth reveals teeth made for tearing flesh and looking at his hair, he can see soft white feathers standing out against the dyed black. 

Speaking of seeing, he notices his pupils pin every time a staple catches the light and that’s going to be annoying as hell. Turning around reveals admittedly beautiful white wings and white tail feathers sticking out of his low-hanging sweats. 

He looked like a fallen angel honestly.

{Dabs? Daaabs? DABI!} Hawks calls from the abandoned phone, snapping Dabi back to the present. 

He didn’t even have it on speaker so he guesses bird senses must be part of the deal. Or the feathers. They are amplifying damn near everything.

“Yeah, I’m here.” Dabi huffs as he sits back down on the bed, careful of his new tail feathers. “Wanna explain why you’re missing over half of this or do I get to assume the Commission hasn’t changed?”

{I’d really rather not, but I’m also afraid to know what you mean by that so can we put a pin in that? You have a fire quirk. Why are you fucking freezing and how do I stop almost lighting things on fire when I sneeze or feel anything ? Seriously, how the fuck do you live like this?} Hawks groans, cursing when he probably does exactly what he just said based on the sounds of a fire extinguisher.

“Surgical staples, spite, and dissociation.” Dabi shrugs despite Hawks not being able to see him. “These things detach right? How the hell do I do that? My back is killing me.”

{Uhh…give me a second, it’s kind of second nature at this point.} Hawks hums, thinking to himself. {I was trained to focus on individual feathers, but I assume you want as much weight as possible?}

“Definitely. I ran out of painkillers a few weeks ago.” Dabi groans, trying to do it through willpower alone like with everything else in life, and letting out a surprised chirp when they sharpen instead. “Wrong way!”

{Made them knives?} Hawks asks sympathetically.

“Yup.” Dabi sighs, wincing when he can both hear and feel someone—probably Toga—bounding up the stairs. “How do you not just have full-on meltdowns like constantly? I can feel Toga running up the stairs.”

{I am missing feathers and fangs.} Hawks deadpans. {You think I was allowed to have sensory overload?}

Dabi glares into the distance, imagining the Commission President. He still had a bone to pick with them for Endeavor’s continued success, but the list of reasons was slowly growing the more information he dug up about Hawks. “Fair enough…what color are your flames?”

{Orange-ish. A few blue sparks in there when I was panicking earlier.} 

“Good. Try to stay calm then. I was never taught how to turn down the heat so it will only get worse if they get hotter.” Dabi sighs in relief. “Indifference is your friend.”

{Great. Super. So, we’re both fucked up, huh?} Hawks sighs in misery.

“Pretty mu-Fuck!” Dabi’s eyes widen in horror as he realizes something. “You have my quirk!”

{Uhhh, yeah, we established that a while ago. You good, birdie? Mmm, yeah, no, hate that.} Hawks audibly grimaces.

Dabi scrunches his face in an equal level of disgust. “Yeah, never do that again. Anyway, you have my quirk. The thing that keeps me alive as much as it kills me.”

{What do you mean by that?}

“I’m a walking cadaver of open wounds living in dirty abandoned buildings, Hawks. What’s something that fights infection?” He’s still got the whole cryptic vibe to maintain, sue him.

{A fever! Oh my god, are you telling me you just constantly have a fever?! No wonder you’re such an asshole!} Hawks jabs, but the panic is clear in his voice. 

“It’s either that or dying of sepsis or something.” Dabi shrugs, glaring at the door when Toga starts pounding on it. “Oh my god, I’m gonna kill them.”

“DABIIIII!” Toga screeches. “Get up! Shiggy wants us for a meeting!” 

Dabi’s eyes widen in horror at the realization he’ll have to interact with them looking like this. “Shit, Hawks. What about our jobs?”

{I already called in for a quirk accident so they have someone covering my shift. Luckily, fire quirks are common enough and it's not blue so I can play dumb. You on the other hand, I have no clue, but we need to meet soon so I can at least make sure you don’t die.} Hawks explains, a door opening in the background before he curses. {Dammit, I have to call an Uber or something. Give me back my ride, man!}

Dabi can’t help but snort as the hero complains about having to travel like a civilian. “Yeah, I’ll get right on that. Any chance you’d be willing to borrow or kidnap the girl Eraser adopted to patch me up while we hunt down who did this?”

{I think I’d rather take my chances with you on Trigger.} Hawks scoffs, doors opening and closing as he goes. {I’ll check the database though for someone else while I’m looking for someone with a quirk swapping quirk. At least, you switched with a hero, right?}

Dabi hates that he’s almost grateful for the fact. “Just hurry up. I’ll talk to Shiggs and send you a meeting point later- Bang on the door again! See what happens!”

He hears Hawks laughing through the phone as Toga whines. “I didn’t even move yet!”

“Unless it’s to turn around, keep it that way!” Dabi yells, going back to the snickering hero. “I gotta go down. Text you later.”

{Good luck!} Hawks’ smirk is audible as Dabi hangs up, sighing as he trudges to the door. 

“There was a quirk accident last night, Toga. I need you to promise to be chill before I open the door.” Dabi decides as he braces himself for the inevitable shit show. “Like infiltration levels. My senses are a bit hey wire right now.”

He officially hates being able to hear the girl’s heartbeat fast in panic.

“Are you okay?” She asks a lot quieter now.

“Technically.” He shrugs as he opens the door and she gasps. “Though we’ll need to find a healing quirk soon since my fire was what was fighting infection.”

Toga’s eyes widen the more she takes him in before she slaps her hands over her mouth to squeal. “You look so pretty!”

Dabi winces, the volume still too loud. “Can’t say I hate the look. They’re heavy as shit though, and I don’t know how to drop them.”

Toga nods sympathetically, tapping her chin. “If you give me some blood, I could try figuring it out?” 

Dabi is almost tempted but shakes his head. “Since it’s the result of another quirk, probably not. Can you run and tell the others to can it though?” 

Toga grins, nodding as she runs off to give Dabi some time to collect himself. He can hear her screeching about it from here and just hopes she can shut them up before he joins them. 

Thankfully, it’s Spinner who has everyone in line by the time Dabi makes it down, and shoots Shigaraki a glare when he opens his mouth a little too wide for the lizard man’s liking. 

Dabi nods his head in thanks, the most he’s willing to show of actual gratitude as he tries to figure out sitting on the sofa. In the end, he just ends up joined by Twice and Compress so he can perch on the back, eyes narrowed in warning. 

“The eyes are fucking weird.” Shigaraki rasps from where he sits next to Spinner, and Dabi assumes his pupils must have pinned. 

“So is being able to see every flake of your eczema. Can’t say I’m a fan.” Dabi huffs, tilting his head in confusion when it comes out more avian sounding. “What the-?”

“Good thing I don’t have any jobs for you for a while then.” Shigaraki shrugs, fidgeting with his new gloves and noticing how Dabi’s eyes follow the shine of the button. “How the hell did you manage to look in the mirror?” 

“I was a bit busy panicking.” Dabi shrugs. “Now what did you need us for? I need to meet someone to get this fixed.” 

“Just bring Hawks here. We’re leaving this base soon anyway and neither of you are of any use with quirks you can’t use.” Shigaraki decides with a wave of his hand. “I’m guessing that’s who you switched with anyway?”

“Yeah, birdbrain called me in a panic ‘cause he sneezed and lit something on fire.” Dabi huffs with a roll of his eyes. “How the lack of back pain didn’t cue him in, I don’t know, but notes need exchanging and he needs to bring me a healer before I start festering.”

Shigaraki scrunches his face at the thought. “Gross. Give him the address. Until then, your new roles in the new Paranormal Liberation Front.”

“Nerd.” Dabi can’t help but smirk, accidentally shredding the pillow thrown at him and blinking at his talons in a mix of horror and wonder. “What the fuck?”

“Anyway!”

By the time they’re updated on their new roles and the structure of the new organization, Hawks is texting Dabi to let him know he’s on his way. 

Pretty Bird: [No clue how long since I’m not used to the whole walking thing.]

Hot Stuff: [GPS, birdbrain.]

Pretty Bird: [Oh yeah.]

Pretty Bird: [23min]

Dabi rolls his eyes as he pockets his phone, heading to the kitchen for breakfast since they already have access to Liberation money. He’s mildly horrified to find himself staring at one of Toga’s bloody steaks but just chalks it up to bird shit.

“Oi! Blondie! I’m grabbing one of these!” He calls out as he uses his new talons to rip one open and starts salivating at the scent. “Shit, no wonder Hawks is so skinny.”

“You’ll want to heat it up a bit.” Toga hums as she snatches it on the way to the microwave. “It’ll be more like fresh prey that way.”

Dabi squawks in outrage at his food being taken, but has to admit that it sounds far more appealing. “Think this is one of the things the Commission deprived him of?”

“Probably.” Toga scowls, still pouting about not being able to stab Commission members after they all came to the same conclusion about the extra feathers and bird feet. “I hope we can get Hawksy out of there soon.”

“Definitely ready to kidnap him at this point.” Dabi chitters angrily, perking back up when the microwave goes off and his eyes zero in on the warm meat, brain practically singing about fresh prey. He wastes no time tearing into it when it’s set down in front of him. “Fuck, that’s good. Hand me a peace of the leftover fried chicken. I wanna test how hot my fire needs to be when I set fire to the Commission later.”

Toga giggles, happily helping Dabi test all the little things the Commission more than likely tortured out of the birdie. They’re both horrified when Dabi gags at the taste of cooked meat, and almost throws up completely when he tries to swallow it. 

“What the fuck? Hawks eats this shit by the bucket!” Dabi scoffs as he gargles water in the sink, grateful Twice had somehow gotten it working. 

“It’s either that or starve.” The hero surprises them both by suddenly speaking. “The public wouldn’t like their number two eating raw meat or catching small prey on patrol. I’d be kicked so far down the rankings, no one would even notice the Commission disposing of their failed soldier.” Numb gold eyes lock with for once lively turquoise. “I’m sure you know a bit about that.” He hums, tapping a folder in his arms so only Dabi can see a long-forgotten name etched onto the tab.

“How did you-” Dabi winces when Toga yelps and he realizes his feathers had sharpened with his fear. 

“I had some extra motivation since I’m currently stuck with your quirk. You’re a lot easier to find when I’m the one holding the quirk.” Hawks shrugs and Dabi hates how soulless his eyes look. “Don’t worry though. I grabbed every file I could find on you and a few other flame users and we can burn them the second this is fixed.”

“Hawks? Are you okay?” Toga ends up being the one brave enough to ask. 

Hawks at least manages a small smile, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “Dabi’s quirk seems to be attached to his emotions. I was trained to withstand torture. Turning mine off for a bit is nothing.”

Dabi really hates that. There’s a reason he chose to focus on spite and anger. Turning everything off completely left him without even a will to live. 

“Find a healer then?” Dabi asks instead of voicing any of this as he goes back to inhaling the raw meat he abandoned on the table. “Or preferably the dumbass responsible.”

Empty eyes trail back to him and Dabi really wishes Hawks was wearing that stupid visor so he could at least pretend the light reflecting off of it was in Hawks’ eyes. 

“Yeah. A little girl a few blocks from here actually. Quirk: Phoenix.” Hawks shrugs as he tucks the folders back into his coat, and pulls out another one. “Figured it’d be easier to get a kid to go along with it, and even if she told someone, you look so different right now, they’d assume she was playing make-believe or something.” 

Dabi frowns, not liking bringing a kid into this. “I was joking about the other little girl, you know?”

“And I’m not. It’s a good cover, and most kids love heroes so it shouldn’t be too hard to get her to try.” Hawks hums as he flips through the paper. “As for the culprit. I’m guessing it was the goon I through in jail yesterday so let’s hope she can heal your scars enough for you to join me for a visitation other wise a prison break is in order.” 

The frown deepens. “Uh, the scars are kind of part of my big revenge scheme. Kinda need them in place.”

“Well, how else do we fix this then?” Hawks asks, raising a fluffy eyebrow in annoyance. 

“Can’t you go in there and asks? Say it’s for an investigation?” Dabi sighs, trilling in delight when he finds he can actually crunch through the bone of the steak. 

Hawks blinks, both at the sound and for having not considered that. “I kind of got stuck on the whole infection part, I didn’t even think of that.” 

Dabi snorts, carefully licking the blood from his fingers as he finishes the steak. “I appreciate the concern, but it’d be a better move to just steal the welding kid from 1-B. I had already been on the street for months by the time I figured out the fever trick. I’ll be fine for a few days.”

“Can’t you go in there and ask? Say it’s for an investigation?” Dabi sighs, trilling in delight when he finds he can actually crunch through the bone of the steak.

Hawks blinks, both at the sound and for having not considered that. “I kind of got stuck on the whole infection part, I didn’t even think of that.”

Dabi snorts, carefully licking the blood from his fingers as he finishes the steak. “I appreciate the concern, but it’d be a better move to just steal the welding kid from 1-B since I just need the seams closed. I had already been on the street for months by the time I figured out the fever trick. I’ll be fine for a few days. The urgency was really just to get you moving before you could spiral.”

Hawks huffs, muttering about not spiraling even if he knew it was true. "So, what? I waltz into the prison, demand to speak to the guy, and come back here with hopeful answers?"

"Yup. Put that hero status to use for once." Dabi smirks as he tosses the meat package into the trash.

"You mean besides the actual hero part?" Hawks scoffs, emotion actually leaking into his voice now much to the villains' relief.

"Besides the child soldier part, yeah." Dabi hums in challenge, feeling the feathers on his head raise with it.

The action is apparently enough to startle Hawks whose eyes flick between the crest feathers and Toga in panic before switching to confusion when she seems unphased.

Dabi, of course, notices and scoffs, more feathers ruffling. "You really think anyone here is going to judge? We have a whole-ass lizard man who probably saved everyone's ass earlier by keeping them quiet. Toga just taught me heating up the meat satisfies the predator brain. Seriously, Hawks?"

Dabi knows the hero's wings would be slumping if he had them based on his posture.

"You already pieced together half my childhood when you woke up. You of all people should know that shit doesn't just go away." Hawks huffs, hands twitching like he wants to pull his wings around him.

He does know this. He knows it all too well. All it does, however, is just redirect his anger as he makes an angry chittering noise.

"Go find the fix so I can burn that shit hole to the ground." Dabi trills evenly despite his pupils being all but nonexistent in his rage.

Hawks looks multiple levels of conflicted, but finally just sighs. "You think I'm their only passion project?"

Both villains bare their teeth in outrage now and Dabi finally manages to detach some feathers that stick themselves into the walls.

"Ah, perfect." Dabi grins manically, pulling one out of the counter. "You go get the information. I'll go use their precious wings against them."

"Absolutely not." Hawks scoffs, stomping over to snatch the feather. "You are untrained and I haven't finished getting you the information on their quirks yet. Do you want to get trapped in a traumatic event for the rest of your life? How about having your skin turned inside out? Just stay put and let me fix this."

"But-"

Hawks just raises an unimpressed eyebrow, some fire finally back in his eyes as he sighs. "Sorry about this."

That’s the only warning Dabi gets before the feather is set on fire and he falls to the ground screaming in pain. "What the-"

He's cut off once more by the rest of the detached feathers being collected and setting them ablaze at the same time almost makes the villain pass out as the steak tries to come back up. "Sto-"

One last feather is plucked from his head to receive the same treatment and his vision swims as the small size somehow makes it worse. "Hawks-"

He finally registers Toga yelling at the hero to stop but looking up just fills his vision with cold, emotionless gold eyes.

"They'll do far worse." Hawks states simply. "Stay put."

Dabi's not sure he's felt pain that intense since he almost burned to death, and somehow the weird psychic disconnect made it so much worse as he gags trying to swallow the food threatening to come up. He absolutely hates doing it, but he nods in defeat. "Yeah…gotcha…"

"Yo! Hawks! What's all the screa- What did you do to Dabi, you ass?! " Twice suddenly yells, having come to investigate and Dabi feels his head swim again as he realizes the others had been whispering.

"Made sure he didn't do something stupid." Hawks shrugs as he stands back up. "Make sure he doesn't leave the base."

"Sure thing. Why would I listen to you?! " Twice scoffs, wincing when Dabi sits back enough to hold his head with a groan. "Sorry. Suck it up! " Both of these are thankfully whispered.

Hawks tilts his head, still getting used to deciphering which voice to listen to before deciding to answer both. "Thanks. His pride will probably get him killed otherwise."

Twice nods as he rushes over to try to help Dabi up, the currently feathered villain having trouble navigating the extra weight on his back and Toga being just a tad too small to really help and too busy smacking Hawks on the shoulder anyway. "Want a hand?" He asks quietly, managing to silence the other voice even if it gives him a pretty bad tic doing so.

Normally, Dabi would tell him to fuck off, but the room hasn't fully stopped spinning so he takes it. "Yeah…get me in a stool, would ya?"

Twice, thankfully, manages to not insult him on the way up, though letting the other villain touch between his wings for leverage created a whole new problem that he resolutely chooses to ignore as he mumbles a thanks and slumps his head on the counter. He's relieved to find a new bottle of pain meds waiting for him when he opens his eyes. "Thanks, birdie."

"Sorry again. It's hard to explain without experiencing it, and I knew your stubborn ass wouldn't listen otherwise." Hawks sighs, sounding genuinely apologetic as he also sets down a glass of water and hands Dabi the files.

"You let me burn through feathers like they are kindling and I burn way hotter." Dabi decides to focus on instead. "What the fuck, birdie?"

Hawks has the audacity to just shrug, looking at the ground as he scratches the back of his head as though saying something embarrassing instead of horrifying. "I was trained to withstand actual torture. Your fire is like a bad sunburn."

Looking up reveals three villains looking at him in a mixture of horror and rage, though he can tell the rage isn't directed at him.

"Fuck the pain, I'm going anyway- Don't touch me!" Dabi squawks and pushes Twice between them when Hawks just looks at him unimpressed and reaches for a feather.

"That's what I thought." Hawks sighs starting to lower his hand before Dabi suddenly grabs it and makes him yelp. "What are you-"

"It just clicked what you said." Dabi hums, glaring at the blisters on Hawks' hand. "If you have my quirk, you're not fireproof. Barely fire resistant on most of your body."

Hawks hears Toga and Twice gasp when Dabi moves his sleeve up to reveal slightly worse burns but he's too busy trying to keep his panic down about them seeing a weakness so he doesn't make it worse by getting worked up and catching fire. "It's fi-"

"Twice, can you get the burn stuff?" Dabi cuts him off without looking away from the wounds. "The arm shouldn’t scar too badly, but you definitely don't want it on your hands."

"Really, I'm-" Twice has already run off though so Hawks just sighs. "Seriously, how do you live like this?"

"It's mostly spite." Dabi shrugs, taking Hawks' other hand to check it before he gets distracted by the shine of his rings. "How do you get anything done?"

"Intense training and a lot of 'Number Two Hero Distracted By Shiny Objects' compilations on WeTube." Hawks shrugs, taking his hand back once it's been deemed acceptable.

Dabi snorts, shaking his head as he takes the box brought in by Twice. "How many include you flying into buildings?"

"At least one per video." Hawks manages to smirk before hissing as Dabi starts treating his wounds. "Watch it, Hot Stuff. I still have modeling gigs while I get switched over."

"Should have thought about that before you tried to not treat it." Dabi huffs, wrapping a nonstick bandage a little tight just to make the hero whine before fixing it and continuing like normal. "The Frankenstein's monster spot has already been filled."

It's Hawks' turn to snort now as he pulls his sleeve back down and picks up the culprit's file. "Fair enough. I'll go try to get this fixed then."

"You sure we can't go stab the Commission while you're gone?" Toga pouts.

Hawks hums, eyes drifting from worried gold to trying to feign apathetic turquoise and down to a thick file. "Tell you what, you stay put and don't do anything stupid, and I won't take your target from you."

Turquoise eyes narrow and there's another angry chitter. "You wouldn't fucking dare!"

"After what I just read? Patrol is going to be really fucking tense when I get back." Hawks glares though it's not directed at Dabi. "Let me know next time you want to test a Nomu and we can arrange an actually deserted area."

This makes Dabi blink in shock but nod. "Deal." He decides, finally turning to take the pain meds as letting the wings hang starts taking its toll. "Now scram. These things are heavy."

Hawks just snickers, motioning for Toga to hand over her phone so he can bring up a tutorial. "If you can stop being a prickly asshole for a little bit, these two can help with that."

The two villains light up at the opportunity to help who they consider their friend and Dabi groans, knowing they'll badger him until he agrees. "Dammit, birdie. Fine, just get this fixed."

A smirk tugs at Hawks' mouth but he manages to keep it hidden as he once again schools his emotions back into numbness. "Have fun. I'll be back."

"Leave that zombie shit at the door next time!" Dabi calls after the retreating hero. "It's fucking weird!"

"Like I have a choice." Hawks snorts, having not meant to let go of it just now. Dabi really was a master at ruffling his feathers, even when he didn't have them.

~~~

Hawks has to fight himself not to squirm as he sits on the interrogator's side of the table. He can't see behind him but something on his back itches like hell and it's only gotten worse since leaving the base.

"Dammit, come on." He mutters, looking to the door once more. "How long does it take to grab a criminal?"

Hawks officially hates not having his wings when the door opening makes him jump.

"Sorry about that, Hawks. He slipped out of the quirk suppressant cuffs so we had to fight him into a tighter pair and get the fix." A tired-sounding officer explains. "I assume that's why you're here?"

Hawks forces on one of his camera-ready smiles though it doesn't reach his eyes as he continues to dissociate to keep the fire calm. "Yeah, would kinda like to get back out in the field, ya know?"

"Oh, I'm sure." The cop sighs, dragging a smug-looking goon into the room with him. "Good luck with the HR paperwork if it was a coworker."

Hawks frowns in confusion before looking at the villain-wanna-be as he's forced to sit across from him. "What does he mean?"

"Oh, he's just being dramatic." The guy snickers and god is that voice grating. "It wears off after two weeks, but if you're that impatient to go back to being a pretty bird-"

"Don't call me that." Hawks sneers, the nickname being reserved for a certain flame villain and he doesn't want it soiled by this guy's annoying voice.

The guy rolls his eyes but the annoying grin doesn’t leave. "Please, your type thrives on attention. Anyway, if you're that impatient, getting to know the person who you traded quirks with will speed it up."

Hawks frowns, something suddenly clicking as he takes his phone out and pulls his shirt collars back to take a picture down his shirt. He can't help but grin as he sees feathers starting to peak out. Must have been from skimming Dabi's file. "That's not so bad. Why would that warrant an HR complaint?"

He doesn't like the grin on the guy's face.

"Getting to know them intimately in any way will speed it up. The more intimate, the better." The guy leers.

Hawks blinks, not understanding for a second until he looks at the officers and sees his ears flushed red and realizes that what he thought was a scratch is actually smeared lipstick.

Oh .

Hawks feels his face heat up and curses when his face starts actually smoking. "No wonder it took a while to get you back here."

"We won't be making the mistake again." The officer huffs, glaring daggers at the goon in the chair.

"Just tryna help people understand each other better." The guy shrugs with a grin. "Wouldn't the world be so much better if we did?"

"That definitely isn't the way to go about it." Hawks grimaces. "Anything else?"

Another shrugs as the guy leans back in his seat. "Nah, it's pretty straightforward. A smooch should have you back to all your feathered glory in no time though mutant-type quirks take a bit longer and might leave a characteristic or a biology thing behind."

Hawks nods, standing to leave now. "Hopefully just the kiss will work." Dabi and he had moved on to being a bit softer with each other weeks ago, but Hawks was really hoping their first kiss let alone anything else would be a bit more special. "I'll put in a word with the judge for some therapy."

"I don't need-"

Hawks doesn't give him a chance to respond as he wishes the officer farewell and is out the door before he can even argue.

"Dammit." Hawks groans, choosing to make his way back to the base to talk face-to-face rather than over the phone. He needed to think.

~~~

Dabi, meanwhile, is in the process of becoming part of the couch, cooing and chirping as Toga and Twice have fun preening his new wings. The ones close to his back and his tail feathers had quickly been marked off limits but everywhere else had him boneless.

"Those are still good noises, right?" Toga checks in, still nervous after Twice had ticked and hurt a feather in a way that made Dabi scream.

Dabi made a happy trilling noise before remembering Toga can't understand and nodding. "Doing great." He mumbles before a feather twitches and he sighs. "Shiggy, I can feel you hovering." He senses Shigaraki jump at suddenly being acknowledged before the leader starts muttering. "Can't hear through them."

Shigaraki groans before speaking up. "Are they soft?"

He fans his wings out to silence the two already preening before lifting his head to look at the other villain. "Do you have your gloves?"

Shigaraki's eyes widen at the implications but he nods quickly, pulling them on. "Are you sure?"

"You can get the ones closer to the base." Dabi mumbles, face already back in the couch. Perks of sleeping with your boss in the past, shame was nonexistent.

Shigaraki didn't need to be told twice, quickly making his way over to straddle Dabi's lower back and taking the phone offered to him to see what he was doing before getting to work.

That's how Hawks finds them when he finally returns, Dabi completely zoned out and it's only from having the quirk his entire life that Hawks knows what the chirping means and it makes his face flush red.

"Having fun over there?" He's proud when he manages to not squeak.

Dabi just trills, not even trying to move as the others move away at Hawks' prompting though he does chitter in complaint.

"Huh, so that's what I would have been like." Hawks hums as he crouches down next to the currently feathered villain. "Think we can go to your room? He told me how to switch our quirks back, but I don't think you want to be around others for this."

Dabi blinks at him slowly, taking a moment to process the words before nodding. "Block me for a second." He whispers.

"Figured out why I don't let you touch my back?" Hawks smirks as he angles himself to block the room's view of Dabi as the villain stretches his wings before pulling them around himself a bit as he stands, obviously trying to play it off as some bird comfort thing.

"Yeah. Worth it though." Dabi hums, more relaxed than anyone in the room has ever seen him. "Let's get this shit fixed. That's way too easy of a mental off button."

"Trust me, I know." Hawks snorts, letting Dabi lead the way with a wave to the others, speaking up when they're out of earshot. "So, basically we just need to get to know each other more. The more personal the better….I already noticed feathers on my back from reading your file."

"So, we just need to quiz each other and I can stop getting distracted by my own wrist?" Dabi hums with a rather bird-like tilt of his head.

"Mutant quirks apparently take longer, but yeah that's the next quickest way after just waiting it out." Hawks nods, flopping on the bed so Dabi and his freshly preened wings can sit backward in the chair and his brow furrows as he realizes he was teased. "You'll probably have yours back before I have mine."

Dabi nods, tilting his head in thought. "Any faster ways?"

Hawks flushes red, picking at a frayed thread on the villain's bed. "…The more personal the better remember?"

Dabi frowns in confusion, brow furrowed before they shoot into his hairline. "You don't mean-?"

"Biblically yeah." Hawks scowls at the ceiling. "We can try the easier methods though. I understand you probably don't want to-"

"Pretty sure I've yelled at you before for putting words in my mouth, pretty bird." Dabi chirps in annoyance.

Hawks jerks his head up to stare at Dabi in shock. "Huh?"

"Who the hell said I wouldn't want to sleep with you, birdie?" Dabi scoffs. "Been trying to at least get a hate fuck since the third meeting. Jesus, birdie, what the hell did they do to your self-esteem over there?"

Hawks just stares at him deadpan. "I am missing feathers."

Dabi's eye twitches. "Right. Now do you want your wings back or not?"

Hawks fidgets in embarrassment but when he notices actual steam leaving his face, his mind is made up. "Only if you actually want to-"

"Oh my god." Dabi groans in annoyance before Hawks is yelping when big feathers swoop him off the bed and deposit him on the villain's lap.

"When did you-"

"I'm used to monitoring changes in my quirk. I was a little distracted but noticed what it felt like for them to detach earlier." Dabi huffs, pulling the flustered hero into a deep kiss that makes the blonde melt.

"It took me years of being locked in a closet to figure that out." Hawks pants, pupils rapidly eating away at gold. "You haven't even had it a full 24 hours."

Dabi feels his body temperature start to lower with this new information as his feathers flare. "My quirk risks killing me every time I use it. I can't afford to not understand what's going on with my body so I'm a fast learner."

Hawks' pupils pin now with that. "Is that why you're freezing?"

"Something to do with it. I'll let you read the damn file later. Right now, we've been eye fucking each other for months and I want to take advantage of this." Dabi trills, pulling Hawks into another deep kiss that has his temperature lowering further before he chirps in surprise when he feels talons between his wings and it goes straight to his cock. "Fuck!"

"That's the plan." Hawks snickers before his eyes widen when he grinds against Dabi and realizes what's going inside him. "Yeah, your talons need to go."

Dabi snorts, pulling the hero's shirt off to give his wings room to grow before starting to attack his neck with his mouth, some animalistic part of his brain demanding that he marks what's his. The thought makes him trill territorially and cling to Hawks in his need to claim. "Shit, pretty bird. Is this what was going through your head every time you looked at me like that?"

"The feral need to take you back to my nest and mark you for the world to see? Yeah." Hawks gasps, bird sounds starting to slip into his other sounds. The sensitivity from the telekinesis side of the quirk was definitely back if he was already this worked up. "Was part of what took so long. I was trying to figure out how to do that with the scar tissue."

"Just make a necklace out of a feather." Dabi scoffs. "Are you that much of a birdbrain?"

"Shut up, you're distracting." Hawks chitters before cursing. "Dammit, I'm either going to have to remember that again or speed run switching sides."

"If you think you're leaving this nest tonight, you officially fried your brain." Dabi glares with a warning noise. "They don’t need to know when you have your quirk back."

"They'd figure it out eventually." Hawks sighs, the sound cutting into a croon when Dabi slips his hand into the hero's pants. When he had even gotten them open, Hawks has no clue, but it makes him grip the base of pretty white wings once more, drawing a cursed moan from both of them.

"Bed." Dabi groans, using the feathers from earlier to support Hawks' body weight before he drops the hero on the bed and looms over him like a predator with prey. He gets to watch the position set off some sort of bird instinct in Hawks' brain as pupils rapidly shrink and expand, his few feathers sharpening behind him when Dabi spreads his own wings to look larger above him. Being able to feel Hawks' heart race through the feathers holding him sends heat rushing through Dabi's body and he croons.

"Dabi…move. Something. Bird brain hates this, but I also don't know if I've ever been this hard in my life." Hawks whispers, talons curling against Dabi's back and making the villain finally snap.

Dabi lets out something that sounds like the bird equivalent of a growl as he descends on the frozen hero, diving in for another rough kiss that leaves them gasping for air. At the same time, the feathers give Dabi the leverage to get the hero's pants off and a hand around Hawks' cock, looming over him the entire time as Hawks chirps and moans.

"Hot! Fuck, no seriously, you're getting your fire back, cool it." Hawks soon hisses despite continuing to arch into the villain's touch. "Mnmm~ There. Right there." He moans when Dabi brings the temperature down to something that isn't going to burn his dick off. "Heh, some lube and it'll almost feel like I'm fucking someONE-Shit!"

Apparently, they were on the same track because Dabi sent one of the remaining feathers he had control over into his nightstand and was using his free hand to pour some lube over Hawk's cock to help the glide and make red feathers shudder.

"Way ahead of you, pretty bird." Dabi smirks, fangs on full display as he goes back to marking up the hero's neck. "Talons are almost gone. You sure about this?"

"Yes, absolutely, please, fuck, I haven't been this sensitive in years. Please, Dabi." Hawks chirps, bird noises slowly coming back with his feathers as he bucks into the tight heat of Dabi's hand. "Had an entire breakdown after the first meeting because you weren't supposed to be hot, but all bird brain could scream was mate so please ."

Dabi curses, concentrating to get a feather to dump lube on his fingers before it falls with the loss of connection. He had expected to have to actually work to get the hero to beg for him, and he probably will in the future, but having him so sensitive and squirming beneath him is definitely doing something for both the villain and the remaining bird instincts that register it as 'Potential mate trying to escape. Give him a reason to stay'. Dabi can definitely get behind that as he lets his natural body heat warm the lube, taking stock of his talons on the upstroke and trilling happily when he feels they're gone.

"How're your wings doing, birdie? Do I get to watch your face or do you need to flip?" The villain checks in, feeling his own feathers starting to fall.

Hawks squirms a bit before wincing when he bends a feather. "Next time. I can't feel them yet to take them off."

The hero acknowledging a next time gets a happy little coo out of the fire user as he lets go to help him onto his front, keeping a possessive hand somewhere on him the entire time until he can—now carefully because of the wings about the size of post-High-End—loom over him again to trill in his ear in what he now knows is the bird equivalent of dirty talk. Feeling the new feathers puff up against his chest makes him smirk.

"It's going to be such a shame when I can't make those sounds anymore. The back of your neck is as red as your feathers just from a little cooing, it's adorable." Dabi teases as he leans back enough to prod at the hero's already twitching hole.

"Well, hopefully, you remember what they mean when I can turn the tables." Hawks huffs, chirping when a warm finger slips inside. "Shit, Dabs."

"I'll let you know, birdie. Maybe I can practice a few." Dabi hums, smirking when Hawks' feathers shake. "Like that idea, pretty bird?"

"My mate making an effort to dirty talk me in a language only we can understand? Obviously." Hawks scoffs as though Dabi asked something ridiculous only to squawk out a moan when Dabi works another finger in and locates his prostate as punishment for the sass. "How did you-"

"I wasn't always in the League, remember?" Dabi shrugs like it's no big deal before making a cooing noise when he sees feathers sharpen. "Calm down, birdie, I'm clean."

"Reassuring, but not the worry," Hawks mumbles, trying to focus against the fingers doing their best to distract him.

"Tragic backstory later." Dabi insists with a wave of his free hand. "On the bright side, a bigger feather is starting to grow back from that."

"Joy." Hawks deadpans sarcastically before chirping when that gets his prostate tortured again. "Fuck! Fine! I'll snoop later just please tell me I'm almost ready." He can't even deny the fact that he whined that last part.

"Hmm, almost." Dabi hums, more than happy to let the topic go as he spreads his fingers to hear a needy trill. "Let me just get my own pants-cut them and you can keep looking like a hatchling." The villain warns, seeing a sharpened feather detach before it reattaches almost petulantly. "The painkillers were the most I'm letting you buy me."

Hawks makes a few grumpy bird noises before there's another squawked moan Dabi insistently targets his prostate. "Fine! Fine! Fuck-fine, just please , Dabi!"

Dabi has to admit that having Japan's most thirsted-after hero begging for his cock is a hell of an ego boost, but it also makes it very hard to stop teasing him just to keep hearing his pretty pleas. In the end, however, Dabi's dick wins out and has him flapping what's left of his wings in his struggle out of his pants and chirping in surprise when he actually gets some air. He's almost disappointed he didn't think to try that while he would be in control of the wings, but it's too late now so he just refocuses on the task at hand which is smearing the excess lube on his cock and lining it up with the hero's twitching hole. He smirks when the feeling of his Prince Albert against the hero's rim makes Hawks chirp.

"Come on, birdie, I'm covered in metal and just admitted to whoring myself out. Did you really not expect piercings?" Dabi hums, rutting between the hero's cheeks to tease him.

"Piercing s ? Plural ?" Hawks chirps, trying to crane his neck to see and letting his head drop with a curse when Dabi moves enough for Hawks to see a Jacob's Ladder running down the shaft. "I might have to thank that villain."

Dabi snorts, shaking his head at the dork as he lines up, watching the hero's wings flutter in anticipation. "Ready, pretty bird?"

"Gods, yes." Hawks groans, crooning out a moan when Dabi starts pushing in. "Fuck~"

"Working on it," Dabi smirks, laughing when a wing tries to smack him, but isn't quite long enough yet. "You made the same joke 20 minutes ago, shut the fuck up."

Hawks opens his mouth to respond, but all that comes out is a chirped moan being forced out of him by each rung of the villain's ladder catching on his rim and grinding against his walls with each thrust inside. His wings are trembling by the time Dabi is seated fully inside and all he can do is coo and moan at the villain's teasing. He's extra sensitive everywhere like it’s a brand new quirk and when a warm hand runs between his wings, his cock throbs as he chirps.

"Shit, birdie, quirk has you messed up, huh?" Dabi chuckles, noticing his own senses returning to normal so it feels less like he'll cum at any amount of stimulation, but Hawks is also squeezing around him like he might instead so he's not in any better state.

"Feels like a new quirk." Hawks manages to slur out as he grips the sheets with his talons. "Like every single nerve can feel everything and I'm going to lose my mind."

"I can tell, you're gripping my cock like you'll cum at any second." Dabi hums, running warm hands along the hero's sides to hear Hawks' breath stutter as he moans. "You'll probably fall apart if I even try to move, won't you, pretty bird?"

"No- I-" Hawks actually caws when Dabi attempts to move. "Fuck, yes, probably. Don't stop though. There are still crest feathers in your hair."

Dabi can feel them trying to come loose with how they itch like hell but also knows there's still more on his back too. Those aren't his concern though. He's entirely more focused on driving Hawks' crazy on his cock. If he can get the hero crying, even better.

"If you insist, birdie." Dabi hums in a way that spells danger, and Hawks must realize it too based on how his feathers puff up. Whatever the case, Hawks has had more than enough time to adjust to him so he starts pulling out.

The effect is instant of feathers half puffing up, half sharpening, and sheets ripping as Hawks shrieks. He's almost afraid Dabi will stop but instead, he gets a trill in return that makes his wings flutter before he's moaning again when Dabi starts properly moving. Fuck, he can feel every centimeter of cock and every single place hot hands fight not to burn freckled skin. He swears he sees stars when the villain finally finds his prostate again and lets out another shriek when Dabi starts targeting it.

"Dabi~! Fuck, please, please, please. Fuck your cock, your hands, pleASE!" Hawks cries out when a hot hand returns to his dick and he tenses all over to not cum on the spot. He makes a warbling noise when Dabi laughs meanly and starts stroking in time with his thrusts. The angle is awkward, but the villain knows what he's doing and the leftover lube and heat makes it feel like Hawks is fucking someone as well and it's driving him crazy.

"What's wrong, pretty bird? Gonna cum already? Go on, you know you can." Dabi teases, his clean hand gripping the base of a wing to make Hawks sing. "You said I could continue after all."

Hawks is fairly sure he'll pass out if he cums right now, and the mental image of Dabi continuing to use his fucked out body is not helping. He can't voice this though, so stimulated that he's been reduced to bird noises that he just has to hope and pray Dabi can still understand because like hell is he tapping out.

Luckily for the bird, Dabi still has full understanding though attempts to respond in kind are now stunted. "Shit, birdie, sounds like I'm gonna have to practice. We'll have plenty of time though since you're crazy if you think you're getting rid of me. That need to claim is still there along with the fangs and I plan to make sure all of Japan knows you're taken under that stupid collar. Gonna mark you a way not even the Commission can take away." He feels the hero clench around him with a coo. "Like that idea, pretty bird?"

Hawks croons, nodding his head desperately as he claws at the sheets.

Mark me. Fuck me. Cum in me. Fuck, Dabi. Want you so bad . He wants to scream, but it won't come out and he makes a frustrated chirping.

"Aw, what's wrong, baby? Got something to say?" Dabi coos mockingly, panting as he nears his own edge. He's honestly shocked Hawks hasn't cum yet, but with the way he's trembling, there's no way he won't be falling apart soon. "I can still understand, you know? Want me to mark you up and leave you dripping cum, pretty bird? Want me to mark you inside and out, pretty bird?"

Hawks nods quickly, chirping as Dabi picks up speed and slams back into him harder. Readjusting to hiding the bird sounds is going to be a pain in the ass, but right now, he feels his wings flaring out as he's pushed over the edge, bird-like croons and chirps leaving him as he finally cums hard onto the sheets. He feels the heat increase and hands leave him with a curse as he fights not to black out, but an annoyed chirp gets them to at least return to his hips earning a happy coo.

"Fuck, birdie." Dabi curses as the hero spasms around him, dragging him closer to the edge. "I can't guarantee you won't end up branded-shit!" Hawks clenching around him rips one last squawk out of him that ends in a more strangled moan. "I am not branding you when you're not in your right mind, dumb-AH-ASS-Fuck!"

His chivalry is met with angry chirping, but Dabi isn't budging on the stance. "Not-shit- happening. Fuck, I'm close, birdie."

This finally gets a happy trill out of the fucked out bird and Dabi doesn't realize he's closed his eyes until he's caught off guard by wings knocking him forward so his fangs are hovering over the hero's shoulder. Whatever was left of the bird instincts coos happily at having such an eager mate and Dabi is sent tumbling over the edge as he slams into the base and bites hard into the meat of Hawks’ shoulder, a final pleased bird noise leaving them both with the action.

He's not entirely sure, but Dabi is fairly certain he feels some form of bond wrap around his mind as the last of his feathers fall, but that could just be the endorphins. Whatever the case, he has a happily cooing bird under him and a bloody bite to take care of…soon. Right now, he just wants to cuddle the hero his brain is now referring to as mate so just maneuvers them away from Hawks' cum to do just that, laughing when trying to pull out gets him chittered at angrily.

"Needy much?" Dabi snorts, careful of Hawks' wings as he positions them chest to chest and nuzzles wild blonde hair.

At first, he just gets another annoyed chirp, but Hawks soon clears his throat to huff. "I've been pining and fighting bird instincts for months. Fuck off."

"I mean I just tried to and got talons in my scars for my efforts." Dabi teases, doing his best attempt at the soothing coo he could do earlier. It's not as effective, but the effort seems to at least be appreciated as Hawks coos back. "I'll work on that."

Hawks is quiet for a second before a gold eye peak up in wonder. "You will? That wasn't just foreplay?"

Dabi raises an eyebrow at why that would be such a big deal, but seeing usually absent red feathers intertwined in gold bangs is all the answer he needs. "Absolutely. You're noises are adorable and it'll be worth the temporary sore throat to get more of them."

The back of Hawks' neck flushes red as he looks back down, but he's still getting control of his wings again so Dabi gets to watch them flutter happily. "…I'll try around here."

"Listen to the first voice with Twice, ignore the second." Dabi hums as he gets comfortable. "He was loving the sounds I was making, but the second voice is a jerk. He’ll feel horrible if he actually hurts you though."

"Cool, I was right." Hawks chirps proudly before his eyes open in wonder. "I can actually eat here!"

"Even more when we get ahold of Liberation funds next week." The villain assures.

"Oh, thank gods." Hawks groans, snuggling back into Dabi's body heat. "I should've switched ages ago."

"Certainly took you long enough." Dabi scoffs, running a warm hand through red feathers. "Toga was ready to kidnap you some of the shit we've figured out."

"Eh, wouldn't have made as much of an impact compared to me actually defecting." Hawks shrugs. "…Thank you though…it really does mean a lot."

"Anything for you." Dabi hums before smirking and adding for no other reason than to fluster the hero. "My little mate~"

It has the desired effect of making Hawks' wings puff up as he chirps in embarrassment. "You're going to use that against me any chance you get aren't you?"

"Oh, absolutely." Dabi snickers, kissing blonde hair. "You're cute when you're flustered."

Hawks makes several more embarrassed noises, but not once tells him to stop.

The circumstances were annoying, but he finally has someone who accepts him and he plans to enjoy every second of it.

A warm hand between his wings makes them puff for a different reason now.

"Seriously, man, just leave me alone already." Hawks sighs, fiddling with his phone as some lower-ranking member of the new PLF insists on hitting on him. Something about ‘being desperate enough to fuck the burnt bastard' means he's down to fuck anyone.

He wants nothing more than to run a feather through the guy the more he insulted both him and Dabi, but both fortunately and unfortunately, fucking said burnt bastard gave him access to enough files to know that while the guy ranked lower than Dabi, he was still high rank in terms of importance. He couldn't remember what for, but the face was labeled in his brain as 'not allowed to kill'. That and being a top-ranking hero meant he was barely tolerated here so killing goons probably wouldn't help him. 

"Aw, come on, pretty bird. Don't be such a prude." The guy sighs like anyone but incels would back him up if they heard. "Wouldn't you rather have a cock that's not falling apart? Something actually satisfying."

Hawks snorts as he sends his location in the manor to Dabi before finally looking at the asshole. "The only metal in his dick is a Ladder and as for satisfying…" Hawks looks the guy up and down, smirking as his phone buzzes and he sees Dabi's on his way. "I doubt you can even satisfy a fleshlight with the amount of small dick energy you put out, but with over 8 inches and impressive girth, buddy, he's doing just fine." 

Hawks watches a vein pulse by the guy’s temple and sharpens his feathers on instinct when the idiot grabs the front of his coat. 

“What? Think that just because you decided to whore yourself out to one of the Lieutenants’ that makes you better than me? Huh, birdie?” The guy sneers, only getting more pissed when Hawks just rolls his eyes. “You fucking bit-”

The goon is cut off by a heat-glowing hand slamming him into the nearest wall by his throat.

“He said fuck off.” Dabi nearly growls as he lets his hand heat enough to make the guy scream. “Are you fucking deaf?”

Self-preservation was apparently not a skill this guy has as he forces a sneer onto a face otherwise twisted in pain. “Are you really so possessive of some hero slut? Where’s your pride as a villain?”

Dabi pulls him away to make his head smack against the wall when he slams him against it again. “He said no so don’t you dare call him a slut, and at least I understand the phrase no means no. What were you planning to do to my mate if I hadn’t shown up to break your neck, huh?”

“Mate? What kind of weird ass roleplay-” He cuts off when Dabi bares fangs at him that never went away when their quirks had been switched months before and tilts his head as though able to understand when Hawks chitters at him. 

“Oh, he said all that did he?” Dabi hums with narrowed eyes. “Remember who he’s under?”

Hawks stares at the guy for a second, sorting through files in his mind. “Specialty is Infiltration so he’s under Toga and Skeptic.”

Dabi smirks, tightening his grip. “So do you want me to kill you or the little blonde psycho? Either way, it doesn’t matter how useful you are, nobody touches our birdie.”

The guy gulps, finally realizing the position he’s put himself in before his eyes glow a sickly green along with where he grabbed Hawks’ coat and Dabi’s hand. “You need me alive if you want to know how to switch back!”

Dabi and Hawks just look at him in confusion when nothing happens, but that stupid quirk swap had taken almost 12 hours and they’d been in enough fights to know some quirks take time. Dabi quickly decides he doesn’t have the patience as he slams the guy against the wall once again.

“What did you do?” Dabi sneers, already texting Toga with his other hand. 

That infuriating smirk is back and Dabi has to fight not to just barbeque the guy. “Let me go, and I’ll at least tell you that.”

“What’s to stop me from just killing you now and reading your file?” Dabi lets his grin turn manic just to see the flash of fear in the man’s eyes.

“The fix isn’t in my file!” The guy hurries out when the heat of Dabi’s hand increases. “Only me and ReDestro know and ReDestro can’t be contacted for the next week!”

Dabi scoffs, holding out his hand as a feather deposit the file in question before cursing when he sees it's true. “Fucking bullshit. Remind me to update that later if we let him live.” He mutters as he shoves away from the guy and delights in watching him slump to the ground with a scared whimper. “There, you’re free. What was the glowing shit?”

“...Dabs,” Hawks speaks up when the guy doesn’t. “You have his file.”

Dabi blinks as though just remembering that and pinches the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “I hate people.” He grumbles before reopening the file and reading. “Bodyswap—oh god dammit! Is the other guy still in jail, birdie?”

“Doesn’t start therapy for another month so probably.” Hawks sighs, seemingly thinking of things before gold eyes narrow dangerously at the guy. “Either fix it now or tell us how to and I’ll make sure you only get your ass kicked rather than killed.”

They both catch the defiance attempting to return to scared eyes, but that’s quickly stomped out by sharp feathers dangerously close to vital areas and Dabi’s hand erupts in flames. “I can’t! I can only reverse it myself if I’m the one who swapped otherwise they have to do it themselves!”

“How?” Dabi glares, flame growing in a warning.

The guy actually whimpers when a red knife moves closer to his crotch. “Physical contact! The longer it lasts, the faster you’ll return to normal otherwise it wears off in a week!” 

"And you can't just switch us back yourself because…?" Hawks prods. 

"You have to actually switch first for either to work! I can change you back tomorrow!" He rushes out, pressing himself further against the wall when Dabi steps closer. "Just find me in the morning, I'll undo it then!" He promises, already planning how to disappear for the next month as soon as he's out of their sight. 

The two look at each other before Hawks shrugs, calling his feathers back. "Fine." 

The guy sighs in relief, but Dabi's hand is still on fire and is suddenly dangerously close to his face. "Don't think you're off the hook, bastard. Don't you have something you'd like to say to my pretty bird?" The villain nearly growls as he turns up the heat to make the other man turn pale. 

The guy just sputters as he looks at the lieutenant in utter confusion. "I- I already- what?" 

Dabi rolls his eyes, cursing under his breath. "Apologize for being a fucking creep, dicks for brains. I should have never had to come over here, you should have stopped after the first fucking 'no', but because he knows you assholes would throw a fit if he fought back, here the fuck I am so apologize. Now." 

"What the hell for? I was just shooting my shot, man, you know how it is, right?" The guy laughs nervously, this for some reason being the hill he's willing to die on. 

"Not after they say no." Dabi sneers before looking over his shoulder. "You good with just fixing this ourselves, birdie? I think he needs made an example of." 

"Wait, no, please. Re-Destro wouldn't like-" 

"Re-Destro isn't in charge anymore." Dabi smirks. "Shigaraki is. And he's left full command to his Lieutenants after he kicked your boss' ass so unless Skeptic is willing to vouch for you, I know Toga's gonna be first in line to skin your worthless ass." 

"But my quirk-" 

"Give Toga your blood and let Twice take your measurements." Dabi shrugs, his smirk growing the more the fool realizes how fucked he is. "Every single one of you is replaceable. Remember that scrub." 

"Toga said get the blood and measurements first then have at it," Hawks speaks up, waving his phone a bit with his own little smirk. "I second that. I call dibs on draining him since Toga's away on a mission." 

"No, you can't be serious! It was just a little flirt-" 

"You put your hands on him without his permission and called him crude things because of who he's mated to as well as not dropping it when you were turned down." Dabi cuts him off, putting his fire out to haul him to his feet to drag him to the meeting room with an overly hot hand. "You're the fourth asshole this week who thinks just because he's pretty but willing to soil himself with the likes of me must mean he's easy. You were the first stupid enough to touch him though so we're gonna use you to nip it in the bud before it goes any further because I swear to god if that feather starts pulling me somewhere because one of you chuckle fucks are trying to do something worse, I'm setting the entire building on fire with all of you inside." 

"Shigs sent out the call for an org-wide meeting. Compress is setting up the video call for those too far away." Hawks hums from behind them like it’s a normal work meeting rather than what's probably going to end up an execution. 

"No, please! I'm sorry. I won't fuck with your bird again, just please-" 

"Why the fuck are you apologizing to me ?!" Dabi scoffs, slamming him into a corner on the way past just to make his head spin with the impact. "For fuck's sake!" 

"Fine! Fuck! I'm sorry, Hawks! Just please make him let me go! I have a wife and kids, man!"

 Hawks winces in almost sympathy when Dabi freezes. "Oooh, yeah, you should not have admitted that." 

"You know what info to get, right, birdie?" Dabi asks evenly, the temperature in his hand slowly rising even as he sounds the calmest he has this entire exchange. 

"Names, relationship dynamic, and ages." Hawks nods, already texting, not minding the secretary status he accidentally put himself in. 

"Good birdie." Dabi hums, returning to dragging the idiot to his doom and letting his lip quirk a little when Hawks coos at the praise. 

"What? Why do you need to know all of that? What are you going to do to them?" The guy's panic is increasing as he finally starts struggling. 

"Just checking if you're worthy of having them." Dabi shrugs. "If it's a legitimately happy family, you might get to live. If we find any funny business, they get set free." 

The way the guy's face turns ghost pale is all the answer Dabi or Hawks needs, but with a non-combative quirk and an enraged Dabi, all he can do is hope the stronger villain gets tired before the results are in. 

Hawks sends feathers ahead to get the doors as they near the stage room and gives the guy a perfectly innocent grin. "Hope it was worth it." 

He highly doubts it. 

~~~ 

Despite the adrenaline high of their little performance that would have usually left them attacking each other the second they were through the door, they barely made it to the door and ended up collapsing into the bed after half-heartedly removing their now soot and blood-covered clothes.

 "Think it's trying to kick in?" Hawks mumbles as he lets himself be pulled into almost overly warm arms. 

"Probably." Dabi yawns. "Probably needs us to sleep to kick in." 

"Mmm, great. Needed a nap anyway." 

This gets a snort out of Dabi, but Hawks is already asleep so completely misses it. 

Dabi is soon to follow. 

This last all of four hours before Dabi's body is jerking awake in intense pain and screaming at the further pain the action causes. 

Fuck! It hurts! Why does everything hurt? He's freezing, but it feels like he's burning from the inside and his skin . Gods, it hurts so bad! He feels like he could cry, but instead, there's just more painful pressure and liquid leaking down his face from his cheeks. He reaches up to touch his face before he notices the gleam of staples in lights they forgot to turn off and the scars connected to them. 

Oh. 

"Dabi…" Hawks croaks out and yeah that is definitely not his voice. When the lump of red feathers next to him doesn't move, he's forced to clear his throat and try again. "Dabi…!" Still nothing, and Hawks is starting to feel panicked before remembering how Dabi's quirk works when he hears a pained chirp and realizes that he was raising the temperature. "Dabi… hurts…" 

Gold eyes finally find their way out of red wings to look at him in his own form of panic before wincing when he moves a wing wrong and hurts himself in the process. "Shit, these things are still heavy. Think you can use any of that Commission training to start calming down while I try to sit up? You have a few new muscles that the quirk swap didn't give me." 

Hawks whines a sound foreign to Dabi's usually gruff throat but does his best to remember any of his training. Instead, where he ends up is back in his early childhood and dissociating as his father puts out a cigarette on his arm. Eh, that works. Makes the pain less at least. 

"Fuck, birdie, not that much." Dabi hisses when his body's temperature drops suddenly. "You'll give yourself hypothermia or some shit." He's whispering, the bird senses probably being too much. 

Hawks groans, trying to find a middle ground, but just whimpering. "How the fuck are you alive? Fuck, Dabi, it hurts!" 

"A lot of fucking spite and illegally acquired painkillers." Dabi sighs, rapidly typing on his phone. "I'll have one of the others bring something up. You're not going to be able to move, and I'll probably fall down the stairs if I try walking with these things." 

"Tell them to hurry. Shit, it even hurts to breathe." Hawks is trying not to grind his teeth due to the pain it causes his face. "You weren't joking about not being able to cry, huh?" 

"With your shoulders, not your diaphragm. Puts less pressure on the stomach scars." Dabi explains, doing a little hop shuffle to get close enough to brush sweat-soaked bangs away from what is normally his forehead. He ends up tilting what is currently his head as his eyes zero in on where blood is coming from an under-eye seam. "Do you always get like this when you see blood?" 

Hawks forces his eyes open and gets a slight understanding of what the Commission meant about his more avian features as he's met with his own eyes devoid of a pupil and trained on something on his cheek with a predatory gleam. The position of the light in the room makes them seem to glow and Hawks feels some almost buried instinct set off alarm bells about a predator. A taloned hand entering his peripheral vision makes him flinch and whimper from the pain the movement causes, but all it does is wipe his cheek like Dabi normally would his tears. 

"Is that what I look like when not repressing shit?" Hawks breathes, some part of his brain afraid to move…other parts not so much. 

"Dangerous and beautiful?" Dabi hums, still staring at the blood on his thumb like he's wondering if it would be weird to lick it or if he even cares. "Like an avenging angel?" 

Hawks feels his face heat up when Dabi's currently gold eyes flick between the blood and Hawks and back with a curious trill. "You always have this reaction to me being feral?" He asks when watching what's usually his face lick the blood from his thumb makes his current cock twitch.

“Insanely horny?” Dabi asks bluntly. For some reason hearing it in his own voice makes the hero blush darker and Dabi smirks at the sight. “Good thing contact is the fix, right?”

Hawks tries to get his embarrassment back under control when he notices smoke leaving what is currently his staples and nods his head shyly before cursing when the angle is apparently wrong and it pulls his neck staples. “Shit, hope you haven’t made my body too much of a bottom because you’re probably going to have to do the work. I think I’ll actually pass out if I try to move that much.”

“Yeah, I can figure out either.” Dabi shrugs.

There’s a knock on the door then and Compress’ voice filters through to them. “I got the painkillers and water so the heathen won’t just swallow them dry.”

“That was one time!” Hawks whines in a way that is without a doubt him even if it’s said with Dabi’s voice. 

“That we saw.” Dabi scoffs, brow scrunched in concentration as he tries to remember how the feathers work, chirping in frustration. 

“Dabi, you have all night to play with the feathers. I would like to go back to bed.” Compress eventually teases, getting a pout out of the current hero and gods was that a vile thought. 

“It almost made it to the door!” Dabi chirps indignantly. 

“Hawks?”

“I can’t lift my head to check so sure!” Hawks sighs, laughing at the offended squawk this gets before groaning when the action jostles him. “Just come in, we’re in our boxers!” 

He doesn’t register Dabi’s look of horror until a wing drapes over his lap to hide the boner from the little blood tease barely a few minutes prior. He can feel the unimpressed look Compress gives them even through the man’s mask. 

“I guess that answers the question of if you’d fuck yourself.” Compress sighs, shaking his head as a shaky feather does manage to take the bottle of pills at least. 

“We didn’t do anything!” Hawks insists in embarrassment, letting the embarrassment seep through to raise his temperature when he hears Dabi mutter a ‘yet’. “Quiet you!”

“Don’t care. Try not to overdose.” Compress sighs, as he hands to bottle to Hawks before taking it back to measure out Dabi’s normal dose when the current villain just squints at the label. “Right, forgot about that.” 

“Babe, I mean this with all the affection in the world, does anything on you work? I thought you were just blurry because of the pain.” Hawks groans, wanting to rub current eyes but sure he’ll catch staples on each other and get attacked by bird instincts the other isn’t used to. “And if you say your dick, we’re waiting it out.”

He can hear the pout in Dabi’s huff and wonders if the scars just usually hide that or if that's a him thing. "Fine. None of my organs have failed yet if that helps." 

"Not comforting but good to hear." Hawks sighs, gratefully accepting the help from the other two in sitting up before Dabi slips the drugs in his mouth and Compress helps him with the water. "I'm getting you a doctor and physical therapist when we win." He decides, batting at Dabi when he mutters an 'if'. " When , asshole."

"You're literally in my body! You tell me my odds!" Dabi scoffs and wow did he always screech like that or was that just Dabi not knowing how to control the bird side? 

"Then give me mine back so I can drop the culprit off a building!" Hawks growls back, smirking a little when the sound still has an effect on his body and what are currently Dabi's wings puff. 

"No, fuck you, I'm keeping it now! That's my target!" 

"I'm kidnapping you both a therapist." Compress sighs, tossing the pill bottle to Dabi. "You know how to dose yourself. If I can hear anything, I'm putting fish oil on your breakfast." 

Dabi makes a gagging noise before scrunching fluffy brows in thought. "Do I hate fish in your body?" 

Hawks can’t help but snort. “Of course, you focus on weird shit like this. I know I like fish because it’s one of the few things I can get away with eating raw without my handlers thinking I need more training so probably.” 

Something sparks in currently gold eyes before Dabi’s trying to maneuver getting out of bed with the wings and extra muscles. “Oh my god, I can get an actual meal in you. Those are going to take a second to kick in, I’m going to raid the fridge.”

“Wha-Dabi!” Hawks scoffs, trying to sit up before yelling in pain and falling back to the bed. “Fine.”

Dabi smirks as Compress sighs, following him out to make sure the current hero doesn’t break his neck tripping over his new wings. “Try not to die you two.”

“I’m not already?” Hawks groans dramatically, getting a snicker from the other two before the door closes and he’s left to let the meds kick in. 

Luckily, Dabi seems to be gorging himself in the kitchen, probably realizing he underestimated the bird metabolism and having to keep going back to the fridge so Hawks has so time after the meds kick in to drag his now loopy ass to Dabi’s en suite to perform some TLC on his own borrowed body. He now understands why Dabi takes nine years in the shower because, despite the villain’s own heat, the water definitely hits differently even if he has to half dry off to retrieve a phone to figure out how to wash himself like this before returning to the bathroom. Despite this, Dabi still ends up finding him fixing whatever staples he managed to fuck up with blood running down various places upon his return. 

“Welcome back.” Hawks hums at the mirror, taking advantage of the numbed senses from whatever Compress gave him to get staples back in. “Mind helping with your back? We didn’t shower after taking care of the asshole earlier and I didn’t want you getting an infection while I don’t know how to do the fever thing.” 

When there’s no movement for a moment, Hawks finally looks behind him with a frown. “Dabs-” He realizes his mistake when he takes in the taloned hand gripping the door and bared fangs as liquid gold eyes devoid of a pupil dance around his current body to where he know he pulled staples. “Oh, fuck-” He tries to make a break for the walk-in closet but his own chase instinct had been trained out of him so long ago that he forgets he just asked for the current bird hero to attack him as he’s knocked to the ground with a groan. “Yeah, shouldn’t have done that.” He wheezes. 

“What the fuck is going on, Hawks.” Dabi pants and yeah, that was a predator sound that followed. “Why do I want to maul you?”

“Predator instincts,” Hawks answers, speaking as calmly as possible to not rile up the hunter pinning him to the ground. “It’ll go away in a second.”

“What do you me- Jesus Christ.” Dabi hisses as he’s hit by an intense wave of guilt and self-loathing. “You live like this? What the fuck was that?”

“Go have a mutant quirk at the Commission and be told that side of you is disgraceful and unbefitting of a hero and will only make everyone you save hate you, no matter how hard you try.” Hawks shrugs, wincing when he realizes Dabi can’t turn off the stress grip so there are talons digging into the scar tissue on the back of his neck. “Tell me how your mental health is doing.”

Dabi groans, seemingly having an entire war with himself and obviously wanting to pull away, but he can’t so it just gets worse. “Why do I have it? Shouldn’t those issues be with you?” 

“You indulged in a raptor thing which is wired to shame at this point sooo…” Another more careful shrug.

“Fuck, Hawks.” Dabi mumbles, slowly relaxing, and for some reason that makes alarm bells go off in Hawks’ head. “Is this why it still took so long for you to wear your crest feathers around us despite us knowing?” He chirps angrily at the nod he receives. “Give me my quirk back so I can go deep fry those fucks. You should have never been made to feel this for being yourself…How are you still alive?” 

“You know those mind control quirks they villainize?” Hawks smiles sadly, nodding when his own face looks at him in horror. “Tried once and now I physically can’t. Trainers beat the shit out of me once I was medically cleared and I couldn’t even escape it.”

This seems to be the last straw Dabi needs to let Hawks go and fly out the door. “I’m killing all of them with their precious golden boy quirk!”

“You still have no training!” Hawks sighs, not even bothering to try to get up until he sees Dabi actually flying with relative ease and looking at him with a smirk. “What the-?”

“You know how you joke about bird brain wanting you to do certain things?” Dabi hums, plucking a feather and sharpening it. “I think I figured out how I actually got a hang of your quirk so fast when I had it. Maybe it's instincts merging with the telekinesis or just the instincts alone, but they’re very cooperative when you listen to them.”

Dabi is dangerous and effective with a quirk that actively hurts him. Hawks doesn’t want to know what he looks like with a quirk working with him.

“Dabi, don’t.” He pleads as he gets up as fast as his current broken body will allow him. “They have my own body booby-trapped against me to prevent this exact thing. Getting information for you guys isn’t the only reason they’re still alive.” Hawks tries to warn, but that only seems to enrage Dabi more. “We don't know what it will do if you get my body killed?” He tries instead.

Dabi looks hesitant now so Hawks takes advantage to creep into the bedroom Dabi had managed to fly into so that if his next plan gets him tackled again, it’s at least on the carpet. “Please?”

Dabi frowns and Hawks suddenly understands why Dabi likes pissing him off so much. Call him narcissistic despite what was just revealed, but he’s cute when he pouts. 

“Hey, Dabs.” Hawks whispers to draw the current hero’s attention back to him from where he was scowling at the door. “Still tuned into the bird brain?”

Dabi frowns more, but the tilt of his head answers Hawks’ question before he does. “Yeah? Why?’

“Perfect.” Hawks smirks as he gets closer to the confused blonde, and runs his thumb through one of the blood streams running from his current body and smearing it over Dabi’s lower lip to watch his pupils expand and vanish as Dabi inhales sharply. “‘Cause I’d like my body back before you do something reckless.”

Dabi seems to be at war with himself, but Dabi’s mind isn’t as conditioned so Hawks is sure that even if his brain is throwing a fit about listening to the predatory instincts drawing him to fresh blood, Dabi will crumble soon enough. 

“I’ll be fi-”

Hawks just shakes his head with a tsk, smirking in a way he knows his body will react to and trying not to blush at how instant of a reaction he gets to witness. Dabi was never going to let him live that down but as long as it worked, Hawks didn’t care as much right now. 

“Come on, pretty bird.” He drawls in a way he knows he likes and gods, was it weird for watching his own face blush to be turning him on, but he is in Dabi’s body. “Give in, baby.”

Dabi’s hand at least releases the feather enough for it to reconnect and coos happily when Hawks starts running a hand through wild blonde hair before he soon starts squirming. “No fair, you have bird biology to take advantage of.”

“Yup, and shiny staples and fresh blood to further distract you on this side.” Hawks hums innocently, moving in a way that he knows will let the light catch not only the staples but also the blood running past a nipple piercing. “Come on, sweetheart. I’ve helped patch you up enough times to know how much you want to attack me right now.” He chuckles when Dabi trills needily before he leans close to a red-flushed ear. “Go for it, baby. We’ll have so much fun if you do.” He feels talons clutch his current shoulders. They’re shaking, but Hawks can hear him panting in his effort to hold back so he drops his voice to a low growl. “Ravage me, pretty bird.” 

That's all it takes for Hawks to find himself flown to the bed and pinned by strong arms and fierce eyes that promise his undoing. He momentarily regrets his choice to rile the usual villain up when staples and seams scream despite the meds, but then he's being kissed like Dabi plans to devour him, and god the villain would be dangerous with unrepressed bird instincts. Dabi's mouth can reduce him to a pile of goo in minutes on the best of days but with untrained bird instincts that demand he fight, dominate, claim mixing with Dabi's already dominate leaning personality and the smell of blood lingering in the room, Hawks doesn't stand a chance even with the slightly superior strength being in Dabi's body grants him. 

The quirk swap must have been bird-lite because this version was ravenous . 

"Fu-Dabs- Mmm~" Hawks whimpers, allowing himself to melt into the sheets as wings cut off his view of the outside world. "Please- I-" 

Hawks is suddenly reminded of the main reason Dabi is dangerous in this situation when the current hero traces talons down one side while tweaking a nipple to make Hawks cry out. With Dabi's body actively falling apart and needing to survive before the League, Dabi is acutely aware of his own body and everything that makes it tick so also has a complete blueprint of how to drive Hawks insane in ways Hawks has no way of knowing. He can't even try to even the playing field since, beyond a few hookups at hero parties, Hawks has never had time or energy to explore his body so only knows of the obvious bird places that he has to protect. 

This leaves an entire power gap that puts Hawks completely at Dabi's mercy and he hopes Dabi's stamina stayed with his body because he's almost dizzy with arousal as he feels feathers helping Dabi get his pants off to rut their cocks together without once breaking contact with anywhere that makes Hawks want to cry with how good it feels. 

"Please~ Wait- Fuck..Too mu-mnmm~Too much! Please, Dabi, fuck!" Hawks finally manages to whine when Dabi pulls away to use Hawks' own fangs against him and bite at places on his scarred neck that apparently still have sensation, the numbness around the places almost making it too much. 

"You wanted this, pretty bird. You know how to make it stop." Dabi teases and fuck Hawks didn’t know his voice could sound like this but he hopes he can figure out how to recreate it later when the villain is back to being a villain to get back at him. Already it has his now pierced cock weeping and Hawks resigns himself to the fact that Dabi's about to fuck him stupid on his own cock. 

The side of a talon flicks a nipple so Hawks can feel the sharp edges and he feels his current cock jump at the danger before he cries out when warm lips clamp around that same nipple to suck on it hard and bit on it, fangs grazing it lightly and Hawks doesn't know if he wants to arch into it or away from it. 

"Dabi! Please~!" 

"Please what, baby?" Dabi chirps teasingly, the clawed hand from earlier reaching between them to start stroking their cocks together and making Hawks moan loudly. "Come on, birdie, I've barely touched you. You're gonna give me a bad rap moaning like that with my voice."

"You-nmnmm~ You know every inch of yOUR-fuck-body, asshole. It's a little OVERwhel-there, fuck please, Dabi~" Hawks' attempt at complaining is turned into a whimpered plea when he finds out a feather had flown over the lube and he was now trapped in the tight, wet heat of what's usually his own hand with his stolen cock rutting against his new piercings to drive him absolutely insane. "Fuuuck~! How are you always so calm?! Anywhere not burned is as sensitive a-AHHH~as one of my feathers?!" 

"You know how I survived before the League." Dabi shrugs, smirking when he moves down to get a lubed finger inside Hawks' borrowed hole, and the temporary villain moans. "You get used to it." 

Hawks bares his teeth a bit at the reminder of what Dabi had to do to survive, but he also knows his mate was strong enough to take care of himself so instead focuses on trying to relax. "Shit, when was the last time you bottomed?" Hawks hisses when he's having trouble. 

Dabi tilts fluffy blonde hair in thought. "…I got the Prince Albert 4 years ago so I think once or twice after turning 18 then it became ‘try it and you get burned’ when I realized this-" He flicks his thumb over the piercing and slit to make Hawks curse and moan, hole tightening for a second before finally starting to relax. "-was enough to entice most people and the patchwork led to a lot of villain roleplay," Dabi smirks at the thought. "They probably had heart attacks the first time I appeared on the news." 

Hawks snorts at his own mental image of some old rich fucker clutching their pearls to the sight of the scarred twunk they let fuck their brains out showing back up to burn down half a forest. "They were probably-shit-" He's momentarily cut off by Dabi finally working a second finger in. "-I wasn't wrong calling you a tight ass, huh?" He jokes before throwing his head back with a curse when Dabi bites his nipple in retaliation. "Son of a bitch." 

"Eh, she did her best." Dabi shrugs, smirking when Hawks sputters and it distracts him enough to get the third in and make Hawks whine. "I still remember where something else is though."

Hawks lifts his head to look at him in confusion before he’s throwing his head back with a curse when Dabi nails his prostate dead on and makes his hips jerk, not once letting up the attention to his pierced cock. "Fuck! Gonna cum if you keep th-Ahhh~that up!" 

"Mmm, no you won't," Dabi smirks before his hand and fingers start working in tandem to pull every sound he can out of scarred lips and drag Hawks to the edge kicking and literally screaming. 

"Wait-Fuck!- Dabi~ Please~ Close- fuck- I'm-NOOO~!" Dabi stopped all contact at just the right moment to send Hawks crashing down without relief and revels in the frustrated sob the current villain lets out as he smacks the sheets. He doesn't even notice the smoke around him until "Nooo~! Why did you stop~" Hawks whines and Dabi honestly didn't even know his voice did that, but he sounds so devastated that Dabi almost felt bad. 

Instead, he shrugs. "Because I can." He hums, sending feathers out to trap stapled wrists when Hawks tries to reach for his dick. "Come on, haven't you figured out who's in charge yet? You may be in my body, but I'm still running the show." 

Hawks bares the little fangs that were left from the quirk swap to voice his displeasure before throwing his head back with an honestly pathetic sound when Dabi runs a talon along the vein of what is currently his cock to make it twitch at the danger. 

"Fine, yes, you're still in charge, now please ~" He begs, and fuck he can feel the pressure around his face scars before he feels liquid running down the healthy skin of his cheeks. A dangerous trill is how he realizes he'd be crying in frustration if Dabi's face would allow before a hungry tongue is licking his 'tears' away and talons are digging into his arms, drawing more blood on one side. 

"Dabi, please~" Hawks whimpers, hissing when fangs and tongue start making the wound on his healthy-ish arm worse, and fuck he'd need to make more of an effort to bite Dabi if this is how hard he got. "God, we're fucking freaks, aren't we?" He can't help but chuckle breathlessly. 

Dabi raises his head to look at him with pupilless gold eyes as he licks the blood from his face with a feral grin. "Complaining, birdie?" 

"Not even a little." Hawks grins with Dabi's usual levels of mania as he strains against his feathers to meet Dabi halfway for a blood-filled kiss that made Hawks' current cock throb . "Fuck- fuck me already, dammit, I've calmed down enough so fucking, please ! God, I don't think I've ever even been this hard in my own body, and I have to deal with mating season every year." 

Dabi raises an eyebrow, having not heard of this tidbit yet, but stores it away for later as he smirks. "Wait 'til you cum, birdie. Bet I can get you to pass out." 

Hawks isn't even going to try challenging him on that, positive Dabi will find a way to do just that before he's pulled into a deep kiss where Dabi does something with his tongue that makes Hawks keen at the attention and fuck Dabi would make such a good boy if he didn't already have the hero so whipped. 

As it were, Dabi has him panting needily and Hawks doesn't even notice the current hero repositioning himself until he feels a cock starting to push in and he's hissing into the kiss from the stretch. "Fu-" 

"Shhh, baby." Dabi hums, kissing away Hawks' whimpers as he works his way in. "I've got you, just relax." 

Hawks is trying, but Dabi's body really doesn't like giving up control so Dabi has to get him back to that point of trying to cry with need before he can finally get into the base. Dabi's cock is definitely bigger, but maybe it's because it's been so long for Dabi's body that he feels so full or what Dabi's doing with his hand that makes it feel like so much he has to bite back an almost sobbing noise. "Please...Dabi…"

"There you go, pretty bird." Dabi coos, chirping lightly in hopes of soothing his trembling mate as he lets the currently taller man adjust. "It's in, birdie, it's all in. You're doing so good for me, baby." 

Hawks keens at the praise, nuzzling into the hand on his cheek like an overgrown cat as he looks up at gold eyes hazily. "Please…wanna hold you…" 

"I'd love that, baby, but you're currently burning a hole in the sheets and I have kindling attached to my back. We don't want two crispy fucks, right?" Dabi hums, running his hand through dyed black hair. 

Hawks didn't notice how hot he was running until Dabi pulls his taloned hand away and Hawks sees how red his palm is. He frowns, wondering if Dabi's ever able to fully enjoy himself with how much concentration must go into not branding his hand onto Hawks' ass when he fucks him, but then Dabi's cooing to get his attention and he decides to figure that out later as he lets himself melt into the sheets, spreading his legs more in invitation. 

He gets to watch pupils pulse in a sea of fierce gold before Dabi plants a taloned hand on either side of what's usually his torso to pull out before thrusting back in hard, wincing when Hawks yelps and clamps down around him. "Sorry, used to your greedy ass." 

"'t's fine, just go a bit slower." Hawks grits out, smoke leaving his cheeks in his attempt to bring the temperature back down. 

Dabi, still being an asshole no matter the body, takes this to mean torturing Hawks by going unbearably slow until the temporary villain actually kicks a heel on the bed in frustration.

 "Dabiiii~ Move~!" Hawks whines like a child not getting his way before moaning loudly when Dabi adjusts the angle to nail his prostate. "Fuck!" 

Dabi sighs with a roll of his eyes. "If I can't walk tomorrow, I'm taking it out on you." 

"Fine. Move." Hawks huffs, squirming and wishing he had his wings so he could use feathers to push the stealer of said wings back into him. 

"Needy brat no matter the body, huh?" Dabi huffs right back before pulling out almost fully and slamming back in like he did the first time, except this time he's met with a loud moan and pleas for more. "Nah, more like a needy bitch, aren't you?" Dabi smirks as Hawks whines at the words. "Desperate for cock no matter whose body you're in." 

Hawks doesn't even try to deny it, knowing how pointless it is by now as Dabi starts fucking him into the mattress, using his wings for extra thrust and making Hawks see stars as he aims for his prostate. "Fuc-I- Fuck, Dabi, more~!" 

Dabi chuckles darkly, leaning his face down to lap at another blood tear as he pounds into the rambling hero. "Can even be your own cock and you'll spread your legs like a whore if it'll get your hole filled, won't you?" Dabi teases meanly, cursing when his hole clenches around his current cock and precum leaks around his piercings. "It's not even your hole and you're begging for it to be filled as long as you can get off." 

He wraps a hand around Hawks’ currently pierced cock and knows he'd be dodging feathers if they were in the right body based on the moan Hawks lets out when he starts stroking him in time with bullying his prostate. "Such a greedy little slut. Gonna be fun waking up after this and your spoiled ass has to handle cleanup for once. I'm sure you'll be whining the entire ti-" 

Dabi screams in pain when one of the wrist feathers bursts into flames before his hair is roughly grabbed and he's hauled into an almost literally searing kiss that makes his thrusts falter.

"Want-" Hawks pants when he breaks the kiss for air. "Wanna take care of you. Wish-mnngh- Wish you'd let me do it more." 

Dabi suddenly misses his scars when he feels his entire face flush red at the raw emotion in his normally jaded turquoise eyes and he's thankful for the wings that snap forward to hide his face. "Shut up!" 

He can hear Hawks snort so takes advantage of the feather cover to get his hands and teeth back on his sensitive spots. Even if his back is screaming at him for the angle with these heavy ass wings, hearing Hawks choke on his laugh to moan is more than worth it and encourages him to continue as his thrusts pick up speed. 

He can tell Hawks is close by how he grips the sheets and spasms around him, moaning like a whore as he begs for more, and he doesn't remember the last time his body came this fast, but making reducing anyone to this much of a mess this fast was an entire ego trip that Dabi was riding right to his own orgasm. 

"Shit, birdie, I'm close. Feel fucking great, milking your cock like this. I know you're close too with how well you're squeezing around me. What do you think, birdie? Want my cum? Want me to stuff the fuck hole you've turned my ass into full of cum that you'll have to help get out later? It’s the only place it can go with the staples, so not like you have a choice if you want it on you at all, and I know my slutty little bird does. There's nothing you love more than the feeling of dripping cum, is there?" 

"AH AHHh~! Yes! Please, Dabi! Please! Gimme! Want your-? Mine? Cum, please, Dabi, please!" Hawks begs, toes curling as he nears the edge and he definitely smells smoke when he almost blacks out barely three thrusts later with the force of his orgasm. 

Dabi feels the second the hero's orgasm hits, not only because of how he spasms around his cock to rip his own out of him but also because he feels like he's thrown underwater as the quirk tries to knock them out to let them swap back. Hawks' quirk has one more demand before it will let that happen, however, and Dabi throws open his wings as he sinks Hawks' fangs into a point on his neck where he knows he can break the skin and croons happily as more blood spills into his mouth and that feeling of home mate wraps around his mind again. This is when he's pulled under by the quirk, chirping happily as he's pulled into unconsciousness. 

He doesn't hold quite the same sentiment when he wakes up in his own abused body a while later, but watching his birdy happily flit around the room to take care of him makes it worth it. 

If it wasn't for the fact that he recognized the feathers holding his wrists to the chair in makeshift handcuffs and covering his eyes like a blindfold, he would have burned the place to the ground already. As it was, he's already been sitting here for what could have been anywhere from thirty minutes to over an hour, and his patience was already worn thin by the smaller feather teasing him to hardness but refusing to do anything satisfying. He had no clue if Hawks was even in the room though and the hero could always just ignore his cursing through his feathers.

The feather teasing his cock vanishes for a second before teasing his balls so suddenly that he jumps and is reminded of his final problem that he had been left here butt ass naked with no idea where his clothes are to get dressed if he snapped and burned his way out.

He was completely at Hawks' mercy and he wants to glare at his cock in betrayal when it dares to twitch at the thought.

His question of where Hawks is is finally answered when Dabi hears a low chuckle from the hero no doubt feeling his cock twitch against the feather.

"Hawks." He tries to growl out in annoyance only to curse and struggle in his bindings when the feather teases the sensitive head of his cock.

"Having fun, Dabs?" Hawks hums teasingly, finally giving Dabi a direction to bare his teeth. "Aw, come on, Hot Stuff, don't be like that." He laughs, the sound moving with him. He might be getting closer, but the asshole had also been trained to throw his voice so he might not have even been over there to begin with. For all Dabi knows, the bird's been right in front of him the entire time and is just fucking with him.

He glares through the feathers nonetheless. "Either let me up so I fuck and spank that bratty ass red or fucking do something, asshole." The villain seethes, letting smoke come out of his mouth in a warning.

"Hmm, nah." Dabi can practically hear the shrug in the hero's voice. "It's fun watching you be the one to squirm for once." An audible smirk makes Dabi sneer. "Don't worry though, Hot Stuff. I'm almost ready for you, and despite your little outburst just now, you've been doing such a good job that I think you've earned a reward."

Dabi huffs, but he can't deny that he's curious about what Hawks might have in mind for him. "…Well get on with it!”

The bastard actually laughs at this and Dabi once again considers burning the shit and taking over, but then the feather is properly stroking his cock and he throws his head back with a moaned curse as he struggles against his bindings to no avail. 

“Fucking shit, Hawks! Finally!” Dabi groans, rutting his hips up into the friction before once again cursing the hero when more feathers wrap around him to hold his back to the chair and his hips down as a result so he’s stuck going at the bird’s pace. “Dammit!” 

“Nuh uh uh. Come on, Dabs, when have you ever let me get away with that.” Hawks hums mockingly, knowing it’ll make Dabi bristle.

He’s about to open his mouth to do just that actually when the sound of a cap opening rings through the otherwise silent room and Dabi’s mouth snaps shut. 

That was lube.

No doubt about it.

And Dabi’s in no position for Hawks to be able to finger him open let alone fuck him so that leaves only one option. 

Hawks is going to ride him. 

As quickly as it had been broken down, Dabi’s patience is suddenly restored as both he and his dick perk up in anticipation, Dabi waiting for the telltale squelching of Hawks opening himself up.

Except it never comes. 

Instead, Dabi is met with hand-warmed lube speared over his dick before there’s a warm hand on either scarred shoulder for the hero to brace himself.

Oh.

That’s why it took Hawks so long to get back to him.

Dabi opens his mouth to tease the hero for playing with himself in the corner, but all that comes out is another curse and a low moan as Hawks starts sliding down the villain’s pierced cock and unabashedly moaning in his ear at the stretch. 

“Fuck, Dabi, so big.” Hawks all but whimpers, obviously trying to get a rise out of Dabi, and dammit if it isn’t working as his cock twitches inside the hero at the already debauched sound. “What, no teasing? No calling me some form of dirty bird for touching myself in the corner while my feather played with you?” He gasps as Dabi’s hips manage to twitch enough to make him sink deeper. “I was watching you the entire time, you know? How you struggled and cursed as my feather riled you up but brought you nowhere close to the edge. Felt with the feathers around your eyes how sweat started gathering on your forehead as you got desperate. How your hands are clinging onto the feathers holding them captive like a lifeline so you don’t lose yourself completely.” 

He shivers as he finally reaches the base and Dabi bites his lip to not make a sound from the all-encompassing tight heat of Hawks’s ass spasming around him with the intrusion. 

A breathy laugh. 

“I’ve been toying with you for almost two hours, you know? Working myself open nice and sloppy for you just how you like it. You could’ve given into your desperation at any time and fucked me over the crate I was sitting on and been met with no resistance ages ago, but you were so caught up in trying to find your own pleasure that you had no clue, did you?” Dabi feels a smirk against his lips as Hawks kisses him and it takes everything in the villain not to chase those teasing lips when they pull away. 

“I was mere feet away fucking myself open like the slut you love to say I am, and you were over here being such a good boy not trying to escape.” It takes a lot for the hero to keep the laugh out of his voice when he feels Dabi twitch inside of him at the praise even as he watches the villain’s face remain the same frustrated scowl it's been for the past hour and a half. “Struggled sure, but you could have gotten out any time you wanted and yet you chose to stay right here and wait for your reward, didn’t you?”

Dabi sneers, too prideful to admit that’s exactly what he did. “You took my clothes. It would have been too much of a pain.”

“Is that so?” Hawks hums, gasping lightly as he grinds his hips down to draw another curse from the villain. “So I should just get off of you and let you take care of yourself then?” 

“Don’t you fucking dare, Hawks.” Dabi snaps before moaning loudly when Hawks suddenly lifts his hips before dropping back down on his cock, and oh Dabi can feel the bastard’s smirk. “Fuck…move already.”

“Are you sure~” Hawks teases, moving his hips to get a string of curses from the bound villain. “You seemed so against it just a second ago.”

Dabi stays resolutely silent for all of three seconds until Hawks sighs and acts like he’s going to get off his cock. “I lied! Dammit, Hawks, I lied! Just ride me already…” He has to stop himself from grinding his teeth as he groans in defeat. “I’ve been good.”

Hawks chuckles slightly at reducing the big bad villain to a petulant pouting with just a little teasing before he kisses said pouty lip. 

“Yes, you have.” Hawks assures as he braces his hands on Dabi’s shoulders once more. “Now here’s your reward.”

Dabi doesn’t even get to sigh in relief before he’s straining against his binding once more with a loud curse when Hawks suddenly drops back down and starts riding him in earnest, his own chirped moan almost covering Dabi’s in volume.

“Fuck, birdie.” Dabi groans, wanting to thrust up into the tight heat surrounding him and having to force himself not to finally whine when the feathers continue to hold his hips down. “Which one of us is the villain again?” The feather cuffs and blindfold had been one thing but this was just cruel. 

Hawks snorts, shaking his head at Dabi’s dramatics as he feels every twist of muscle through his feathers in the villain’s need to contribute, but that’s not the game they’re playing today. 

No, for once, Dabi’s not the one in charge. 

Hawks is.

And he plans to enjoy breaking his grumpy mate into the same needy mess he always degrades Hawks into. 

“Ah~ Dabi~ Fuck, you feel so good.” Hawks starts talking, hoping to rile the villain up further. “Letting me fuck myself so deep. Stuffing me so full. You always love making me gape even a little on your cock, and in this position, I’ll have no choice but to leak cum if I have any hope of getting off your cock.” He smirks slightly as he whispers in Dabi’s ear. “If you even want me to get off that is. You do love using me as a cock sleeve. I’ll probably have barely let you go before you’re bending me over something to fuck me again, am I right?”

Dabi groans, muscles straining against feathers whenever Hawks hits his prostate and squeezes around him, but otherwise behaving surprisingly well. 

Hawks can’t help but chuckle to himself. 

Yep, he’s in trouble later.

“Come on, Dabs, nothing to say? You’re always talking such filth in my ear, but a few feathers render you speechless?” Hawks sighs as though in pity and he gets to watch Dabi’s lip curl in annoyance. “What would the other villains think learning their heavy hitter is so easily reduced to nothing but a fancy dildo.”

Dabi had been trying to stay quiet, not knowing if his usual snark would make Hawks stop, but he still has his pride dammit. “Oh, fuck OFf-Dammit!”

Just as he feared, the first signs of disobedience had Hawks stopping where he was and clamping around Dabi like a vice. It was both too much as he was strangled in a tight heat, but also entirely not enough as it only covered about a third of his dick and left the rest with nothing.

“What was that?” Hawks smirks, watching Dabi’s throat work around whatever his thinking of saying. “I’m being so nice giving you a reward for being so good for me, and you’re acting like this?” He clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I could always get off, you know?”

“No! Hawks, don’t you-” Dabi makes a choked moaning noise when Hawks clenches around him again in warning. “Just- dammit- just move!” He groans.

“Hmm, I don’t think that’s how you ask, is it?” Hawks hums, moving just enough to get another desperate noise from the villain. “You’d spank my ass raw if I tried to ask like that. Come on, Dabi, you can do be than that.” He leans forward again to chirp in his ear. “Ask nicely, won’t you, Hot Stuff?”

Dabi bares his teeth in a snarl at what Hawks is suggesting. “I don’t beg, hero .” 

Yeah, based on the amount of venom in that word, he’s in so much trouble later.

“Fine.” Hawks sighs, smirk still on his face as another feather wraps around the base of Dabi’s cock like a ring and he gets to watch the horror spread across Dabi’s face at the realization. “Guess you don’t cum then.”

“Wait, you can’t be-FUCK!” Dabi almost manages to knock the seat over with how violently he jerks when Hawks starts riding him again like it’s his only purpose in life. It’s too much all at once and based on the sounds alone Dabi can tell Hawks is putting on a show, but he can’t fucking see it, and combined with not being allowed to touch is chipping away at what’s left of his sanity let alone his resolve. “HAWKS!”

Shit, Dabi, so full. Letting me fuck myself so well. Fuck, I’m close, Dabi.” Hawks mumbles in a way that says he’s focusing more on his own pleasure than the villain’s and it's driving Dabi mad. “Gonna cum, Dabi. Gonna cum fucking myself on your cock, and it's going to feel amazing. Fuck, I wish we could cum together, but-”

“We can, birdie, we can.” Dabi moans, muscles straining again as his orgasm is held hostage by a fucking feather. “All you have to do is let my cock go, and I can fill you with all the cum you want just- Fuck-nnghnnn~” Dabi’s moan is muffled by him biting his lip own lip when Hawks tightens around him and glides back up from the base to tip before dropping down again with a keening croon. “Hawwwks~!”

“Come on, Dabi. One word.” Hawks chirps in a way that tells Dabi he is actually close and not just bluffing. “Doesn’t have to be anything fancy, you just have to say one word and I’ll let you cum.”

Dabi stubbornly keeps his mouth shut, doubting a feather can actually steal his orgasm from him as Hawks milks him towards the edge but then another feather presses behind his balls just as he’s about to fall over the edge to make it mind-numbing and-

…

Nothing.

The feather actually stopped it.

Dabi curses and feels smoke leaving his mouth in his frustration before talons digging into scar tissue hard enough to feel brings him back to his chirping birdie. 

“Hawks, I swear-”

“Close, Dabi. So close. Fuck, Dabs, I’m gonna cum.” The hero rambles in a warning. “I’m gonna cum and you’ll just be left here to deal with it on your own. Is that what you want, Dabs? Would you rather cum in your hand than inside me?”

Dabi opens his mouth with every intention of being stubborn, but then that spot behind his balls is being pressed at the same time Hawks clenches around him with a desperate chirp and he breaks. 

He crumbles.

Fuck, he needs to cum so badly. 

“Please…” He manages to choke out, knowing Hawks bird hearing will catch it and hoping it will be enough. 

It’s not.

“What was that?” Hawks hums and Dabi just knows his smirk is shit-eating.

He no longer cares.

“I said please!” He growls, straining against his restraints once more. “Please, birdie-Fucking, please! Let me fucking cum, dammit!”

Hawks lets out a low chuckle, but the feather leaves Dabi’s cock and Hawks goes back to trying to milk Dabi’s soul out through his cock, bouncing with a vengeance and a stream of desperate chirps. 

Dabi doesn’t even care how smug Hawks must look as the sudden pressure and another firm press behind his balls has his vision whiting out behind the makeshift blindfold as he cums with a shout. 

“HAWKS~! Fuck! Please! So good! Feels soo good! Don’t stop, fuck don’t fucking stop!” Dabi rambles as Hawks rides him through the aftershocks until the hero cums with a moaning caw. He crumbles in the chair as Hawks fucks himself through it, giving nothing more than a few token mumbles of sensitivity until the hero releases the feathers as he slumps against him. 

“Fuck, Dabi.” Hawks croons, panting against the villain’s scarred neck. “Shit, that was hot.”

Dabi just grumbles, tossing his sore arms around the hero to hold him close in the afterglow, a turquoise eye peeking open to glare at him when he tries to move. “Stay.”

Hawks snorts, sending feathers out for the washcloth he left in a bowl of water. “There’s cum on your seams.”

“Isn’t that a good thing? If it gets infected and I die, it'll save your ass from what I plan to do to it.” Dabi smirks as he lets his eyes close again. 

Hawks gulps, chuckling nervously. “And if you survive, I’ll just be in more trouble.”

“Mmm, good point.” Dabi mumbles, loosening his hold enough for Hawks to wipe them down before taking advantage of the leverage Hawks leaning back offers to get them to their feet. He laughs at the hero’s squawk as he crowds him against the crate Hawks mentioned earlier. “All I’ve been through, death by cum seems pretty lame.”

Hawks manages to snort before chirping when warm hands find the weak spot between his wings and use it to quickly get him excited again. “Wh-what? No re-shit-recovery time?”

“Two fucking hours,” Dabi growls, referring to how long Hawks said he tortured him in that chair. “And forcing me to beg.”

Heat plays with the extra sensitive feathers against the base of his wings and Hawks feels his legs shake as he moans. “Point taken.”

Yeah, he was definitely in trouble. 

He lets out a surprised chirp when he’s turned around and roughly bent over the crate by a hand on the back of his neck.