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Dabi woke up to the sound of hail.
The League’s tin roof was never good at shielding them from the elements. The sound of it pounded in his ears as if he was in the middle of a battlefield - rain plummeted down like it was on a mission to tear the old building down completely. He rubbed his eyes and pulled his legs over the edge of the bed, only flinching a little when the sound of lightning crashed just beside his window. There was no point in going back to sleep, not with that racket in the background.
He was about to leave, to go and make himself something warm to drink, but he couldn’t ignore the poor bird lying beside him, not when he was curled up in such a tight ball, clutching his limbs around his body like wounded prey. And the way he shifted and grumbled small nothings told Dabi he was very much awake.
He sighed. “What’s wrong?”
Hawks only groaned, and somehow, the hero curled up even tighter, going as far as to wrap his wings around himself, cocooning him inside.
“Don’t tell me then, fine by me,” he grumbled, setting two feet on the ground and heading out toward the door. By no means was Dabi a morning person, he didn’t have time for this, at least not before he got some coffee.
“Wait,” Hawks whined, just like Dabi knew he would. “Don’t leave.”
“Only if you tell me what you’re sulking about,” Dabi said as he reluctantly sat back down beside him.
Hawks pulled one wing away, just enough so he could peek his head out and look up at Dabi. His cheeks were flushed bright pink, his expression was unreadable.
“I’ve had an accident.”
Dabi’s mind immediately leapt to the worst, he patted down his bed frantically in search of the so-called ‘accident’ .
“What? You pissed the bed or something?”
“ No,” god, did he really have to be so vulgar? Hawks’ face flushed a fluorescent shade of red at the words. He opened his mouth a few times, trying to get the words out, but it was hard when Dabi was staring at him so intensely.
“Uh, well” he stalled a moment, “my period must’ve come last night,” he instinctively pulled his wing over his face again, but Dabi didn’t say anything. His eyes only wandered, expression unreadable as he thought it over.
Hawks just wanted to curl up into a ball and die.
“Dabi, I’m really sorry…” He went to stand up, but Dabi stopped him.
“Why are you apologising?” His eyes met Hawks’ again, this time, wide and empathetic. It was something Hawks wasn’t yet accustomed to seeing on Dabi.
“But, your sheets, surely they’re gonna be stained and-”
“You’re fine, it’s not your fault.” Dabi pushed Hawks down, forcing him to lie down before he pulled the blankets over the two of them. Hawks didn’t have much choice but to oblige and follow along.
And honestly?
He was scared to move - scared to see just how much of a mess he had made.
Dabi settled beside Hawks, their backs to the bedframe and their feet touching beneath the covers. And they sat there a moment, still drowsy and rubbing the sleep from their eyes, drowning in the sounds of the looming storm crashing against the building.
“Are you feeling okay?” Dabi eventually said, breaking the silence and catching Hawks completely off guard. Out of all the things he’d expected the villain to say, that was far from any of his assumptions.
“What? Yeah, of course. I mean, no, well, not really,” he laughed sheepishly, “but you know, it is what it is, right?”
“What?” Dabi turned to face him. “You’ve gotta tell me these things, it’s not like I know anything about that stuff.”
Hawks sighed. He knew they would have to have this talk sooner or later, but in no way did he know it was going to be this embarrassing.
“Are you in pain?” Dabi asked.
“Yeah,” he finally admitted, “It hurts…”
“Where? Dove, you’ve gotta show me where it hurts.”
At that, Hawks took Dabi’s hand and brought it to his chest, allowing Dabi to feel his bare skin, guiding it down and toward the space between his hips. Dabi let him guide his hands, to point them in the direction of the pain. But once Hawks stopped, holding Dabi’s fingers over his lower stomach, Dabi began to rub gentle circles, testing Hawks’ nerves and effectively sending a shiver down his spine.
He felt fragile, the way his skin was still warm from sleep, tender from the pain and delicately littered with small bumps and scars from his hero work.
“You’re burnin’ up, dove,” Dabi muttered absentmindedly, his attention stolen by just how soft Hawks felt under his touch. He relished in the way he began to shiver, already overwhelmed by even the most gentle gesture.
“Mm,” he’d hardly noticed it himself. It was hard to focus on anything but the harsh pain dwelling in the pits of his abdomen like it was trying to take him out.
Dabi let his other hand fall to his waist, holding Hawks in place as he shifted beneath the sheets, gently crawling over to straddle himself on top of Hawks. The hero was bigger than Dabi in terms of weight, but he still grunted a little when Dabi’s weight settled on top of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Shh,” Dabi was focused, on a mission, “wanna try something.”
“Oka-ah~” Hawks’ breath hitched when Dabi focused his weight on his lower abdomen, pressing down and holding himself there for a moment or two.
“How’s that?” He asked.
It was heavy, hot and all too overwhelming all at once. But-
“It’s… Surprisingly... Nice,” Hawks mulled over the feeling, eyes widening when he realised just how relieving the pressure felt. With Dabi’s weight overwhelming his stomach and senses, he could hardly feel any of the pain. Not to mention just how fucking warm Dabi’s body was.
“Yeah?” Dabi shifted a bit, squirming about as if to massage the area, pressing down and desperately trying to ignore the way the pressure was only serving to work himself up, loose clothing rubbing feverishly against his already half-hard cock.
Hawks sighed a breath of relief, and when he arched his hips up, rolling them into the movement, Dabi was a goner.
He was only a man, after all, and what sort of man would he be if not out of tune with his weak sense of self-control, if not quickly taken over by deeply rooted primal desires and lust. He drowned in Hawks’ scent, in the sweet, gentle sounds he made each time Dabi pressed his weight against his abdomen. He wanted to devour the boy whole, bleeding or not. God , he’d fuck the pain away if could.
And he wondered.. could he? If the pressure felt so good from above, why not inside of him?
“Hey,” Dabi suddenly rasped, slowing down and waiting for Hawks to open his eyes again.
“Mm?” He moaned, still sleepy and hazy with both pain and pleasure. “Why are you… mm… stopping?”
“Can I fuck you?”
Hawks’ eyes widened at once with amusingly birdlike shock.
“Huh?” His breath hitched slightly before he spoke, still shaky and unsteady. “Like, right now?”
“Yeah, right now. The hell did you think I meant?” Dabi fought the urge to be a pain in the ass, clearly, to little avail. But he flicked his tongue, sensing Hawks’ distaste for his sudden attitude, and he lowered his tone. “C’mon, please, dove?”
There was no way he could refuse, not when it felt so good, not when Dabi looked down at him like that.
“Mm.”
He was already tugging Hawks’ trousers down before the sounds of confirmation could come from his mouth. Dabi didn’t need to hear them anyways, he found his confirmation in the form of a kiss, when he leaned down and Hawks’ mouth opened pliantly for him, allowing his tongue to slide in, toying with him messily, hungrily, greedily.
Hawks gripped at Dabi’s pants pathetically, grasping the fabric and pulling in all sorts of directions. It was desperate and messy and starving, just like they usually were, but this time there was more to it. A sense to not only please, but to relieve.
Once they’d slipped down enough to reveal his boxers, Hawks’ hands intruded as if life itself depended on it. He groaned upon feeling Dabi’s warmth, rock hard and too big for his smaller hands to fully grasp. He instinctively, naturally, ran a finger along the array of barbell piercings, ensuring to take his time on each one, eventually making his way to the tip and twirling the metal ring around with his index finger just to provoke the villain further.
“Fuck,” Dabi rasped at the sudden contact, “slow down, damn.”
“It hurts, Firefly,” he only whined. Quiet and so pathetic, Dabi almost felt bad, like this was somehow his fault.
“Yeah?” Dabi moved in a way that allowed him to pull his trousers down past his knees. “Gonna,” he pressed a kiss to Hawks’ forehead, “fuck the pain away, okay?”
“Mm,” Hawks opened his legs pliantly. It hurt, but his concerns faded when Dabi placed an open palm on his abdomen, pressing down and heating his hand up just enough to soothe him.
“Ah, yes,” he breathed. “Yeah, that’s i-”
His breath caught in his throat when Dabi’s cock finally brushed against his too-hot, too-messy sex. He gasped as he watched it come into contact, his heart sped up as he watched the blood stain the tip of his cock a gentle pink.
He'd be lying if he said it wasn’t turning him on. As filthy as it was, it was the thought that counted. The thought that Dabi was willing to go this far for him, that Dabi would go this far to make him feel just a little bit better, that Dabi actually got off seeing him like this.
His free hand toyed with the hood of his clit, exposing him and teasing him messily. Hawks had never dared to touch himself like this - during this messy time of the month. So when the sensation rendered him speechless almost immediately, he was shocked, unable to move his already weak limbs and completely at the mercy of the dark haired man above him.
The man who dragged his cock up and down his slit, piercings dragging teasingly slow as his hand applied warm pressure to the pain in his gut. Hawks arched his hips upwards in hope of prompting Dabi to just fuck him already. He’d felt his cock inside him hundreds of times by now, but never like this. And, God, did he fucking need it now that he was this close to having it. It could make the cramps worse for all he cared. He just needed that familiar fullness, the satisfaction of feeling Dabi spilling his warmth all over his soft tummy and knowing that he did that.
He tilted his head back enough for it to bump into the bedframe. He shut his eyes and rubbed against it, his position only giving Dabi free rein to the warm skin of his neck. His lips found it before Hawks had a moment to react, sucking and canines gently sinking into Hawks’ flesh like he was starving.
“Please,” he whimpered, hips stuttering as Dabi’s hold on his stomach faltered for just a moment. “Just do it.”
Dabi snickered, smirking as he watched the head of his dick slip into his entrance, soaked and coated in the stuff, but it only seemed to excite him more. There was no resistance, nothing but his hot wet cunt, pulling him in and allowing him to do so with criminal ease. He pushed in all the way, pausing for a moment to ensure Hawks still felt okay.
“You alright, dove?”
“Mm,” Hawks grabbed a fistfull of his hair, pulling him in closer, forcefully, desperately interlacing his lips with his. Only pulling away once, muttering a direct “ harder,” before slotting his tongue back into Dabi’s mouth.
Dabi smiled into the kiss right before doing just that. His hand pressed harder, heating up just a little more, just enough to leave a little red handprint on Hawks’ lower stomach.
He pulled away from Hawks’ lips slowly, teeth biting his bottom lip just before letting go. And when he pulled Hawks’ legs up, forcing him into a mating press, Hawks did not stop him. One hand on his stomach and another on his ankle was enough to keep him place - to keep him from squirming away when it all got too much.
Hawks couldn’t help but cringe at the obnoxious sounds he made, the increased wetness was made incredibly apparent by a loud squelch.
But Dabi, the sick fucker, craved more. He fucked him harder just to hear it mixed deliciously with the sound of Hawks’ cut-short whimpers. If Dabi fucked him any deeper, he swore he could probably fuck the air out of his lungs. He tried to say something, maybe Dabi’s name, but each thrust rendered his words inaudible.
“Yeah?” Dabi cooed, smirking at the blond’s inability to give him a proper response. “That feel good?”
Instead, he nodded vigorously, his expression flushed and fucked out, eyes watering and the hint of drool just beginning to spill from his lips. And fucking hell, there was no way Dabi was lasting much longer, not when he looked at him like that, not when his cunt was this impossibly hot.
The very thought of fucking his come into Hawks’ pussy was what sent him over the edge. So he let go deep inside of him, pulling out with a small pop, watching as the white spilled out amidst the red.
It was disgusting - filthy.
Filthy enough to make him want even more.
Despite Hawks’ shaking, his evidently exhausted body, Dabi was determined. He immediately drew circles on Hawks’ clit with his thumb, middle and index fingers fucking themselves forcefully inside him, curling against his walls in a manner that was borderline violent.
And thank God he knew exactly how to play Hawks right, how to hit every spot. He knew Hawks’ body better than he even did. Hawks squirted before he could even process what was happening, fluids mixing with his own, with Dabi’s, all over their once white bed sheets.
“So fucking good,” Dabi cooed, still pressing down on his abdomen with his free hand, relishing in the way his body rose and fell each time he took a breath, each one deeper than the last as if he was struggling to get his breath back.
“Feelin’ any better, dove?”
“Mm,” Hawks squirmed a bit, adjusting to Dabi’s warmth some more.
“I dunno, cuddle with me for a while?”
“Mm,” Dabi rolled over, arms enveloping Hawks into an inescapable hug, fueled by the subtle heat of his quirk. “Guess I don’t have a choice, huh?”