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“Well, Birdie? What’ll it be?” Dabi is looming over him, looking like a demon who just materialized out of the darkest corners of Keigo’s bedroom. He’s grinning like a Jack-o-lantern but his body is relaxed, and there’s not a single spark of blue flames dancing between his fingers. He already knows the answer to his question, he just wants to hear Keigo say it.
Keigo takes a deep breath. His lungs fill with the smell of smoke that always clings to the arsonist. Then, he finally takes the plunge.
“Yes.”
He’s going with Dabi. After months of spying, weeks of doubt, and several nights of burning hot kisses and sweet words purred into his ear, his resolve has cracked at last. Dabi chuckles softly and cups his fingers around Keigo’s chin. For such a raging inferno of a man, he can be exceptionally gentle when he handles another person. It makes Keigo shiver in anticipation of what else those hands could do to him if he finally let them.
Dabi kisses him, and it’s as easy and inevitable as gravity. It has never been any other way. From the first moment, the arsonist took hold of him with zero hesitation, like he could see straight through the shell of ‘Hawks’ and he unearthed someone worthy at the center. That may be why Keigo folded like a lawn chair when Dabi offered to break him out of this miserable life. Being a hero is all fine and good, but it doesn’t weigh up to being kissed like that. Like he’s real.
“Alright. Let’s say goodbye to your gilded cage,” Dabi whispers against his mouth, then pulls away with a final peck. “Now where’s that tracker implant?”
“Um…”
He knew this was coming. Keigo asked for Dabi’s help with this part, fully aware of the position it would put him in. When he told Dabi he needed his help cutting out a tracking device before he could officially defect, the villain seemed equal parts outraged at the implications and strangely excited.
Last night he told Dabi about how all high-level HPSC agents have an implant. It serves as a tracker in case of emergencies, for example when an agent is kidnapped or goes missing in action. Or, in his case, if one runs away with a hot criminal. It has an extremely long range and can’t be disabled without removing it. So unless they’re in the mood for the world’s most serious game of keepaway, he needs that thing out of him before he leaves with Dabi.
Dabi asked him when he got the implant. Keigo has never seen the villain look more murderous than when he told him, ‘When I turned eighteen, the same day that I graduated from the HPSC hero program and became a pro.’
So here he is, standing in his dark apartment for the very last time, almost ready to make a run for it. They talked it through earlier. Dabi agreed to do the honors and cut the tracker implant out of Keigo.
The only issue is where exactly they put it in him.
Stalling won’t do him any good, so Keigo bites the bullet and unbuckles his pants. He’s dressed in jeans and a simple hoodie and t-shirt, having finally discarded his hero uniform for good. No more ugly flight jacket, no more HPSC logo splashed across his chest, and no more baggy cargo pants to hide behind. He pushes his jeans down to his knees, and his heartbeat stutters when right away Dabi’s eyes hone in on his distinctly flat underwear.
Very few people know. Just his handlers, the commission doctors who have been treating him since he was a child, and the handful of people he has slept with. So far, nobody has blabbed about him. Of all the rumors that go around about Hawks and his lovelife, this isn't one of ‘em.
Maybe he should’ve come up with a better way to break the news to Dabi than just dropping his pants. But at least it’s out of the way now. At the rate things were going between them, the villain was going to find out anyway. If this changes anything, better to know sooner rather than later. He just hopes…
It’s not that he’s explicitly not allowed to be ‘out’, it had just been heavily advised by his PR team to keep it under wraps since the day he debuted, for the sake of his career. ‘Out’ trans heroes always take hits in the polls, they said, no matter how good they are at their job. He was told to not make a big deal out of it, and just be grateful that his commission-issued blockers and T got him to pass by age eighteen. Because wasn’t that the point? There was no need to make things more difficult for himself, right? So Keigo kept his mouth shut.
Nobody asked him how he felt about his identity being treated like a shameful secret, or at best an inconvenience to his image. Nobody asked him what he wanted. After a while, he got used to his opinion not mattering. Hawks was a hero first and foremost. There was no time or space for any other part of him. Nothing was allowed to pull his focus.
He kept his head down for years, even as they gradually turned him into a weapon instead of a hero like they promised. He held fast to the dream that maybe he could create a better world, even at the cost of himself. He followed his orders and obeyed, until something did pull his focus. Something shiny and dangerous. Something that felt like a chance.
After eighteen years, it all ends here. Tonight he’s gonna shatter the illusion of Hawks and leave the mess for someone else to clean up. He just hopes there will be somewhere for him to land on the other side.
He taps the inside of his right thigh, an inch away from the crotch of his black cotton briefs.
“Here.”
Dabi sinks to his knees. Keigo gasps when those rough, warm hands skirt up his thighs. Two fingers graze the spot he indicated and follow along the faint surgical scar. They feel around until they find something under his skin: a solid rectangle a little shorter than his pinky finger.
Keigo grinds his teeth and muffles a swear when Dabi moves in even closer, his face nearly on top of his crotch as he pokes at the implant. The other hand is cupping the back of his naked thigh, holding him still. Keigo’s head rolls back.
“That’s depraved. What kind of a graduation gift is that, huh?” Keigo looks down at the sound of Dabi’s voice. He stares right into that wicked smile and those blazing eyes. “Almost makes you think it’s not worth it to become a government assassin.”
“It had to be implanted in a spot where the scar wouldn’t be visible.” He’s talking just to say something, but the shake in his voice is unmistakable. Dabi is so close, and he’s still touching him.
“Luckily, us villains don’t give a fuck about scars.”
Dabi pulls back and lightly taps the side of his leg.
“Alright. Pants all the way off, pretty boy. Let’s see what we’re working with.”
He shuffles out of his pants. Dabi, still kneeling and still dressed, directs him towards the bed with a wordless grin. Keigo sits down and leans back on his elbows. He pulls his knees up so he can brace his feet against the bedframe and opens his legs, shivering in anticipation as the villain crawls closer. Dabi taps the spot again, just to be a jerk.
“Right here?”
“Y-yes,” he stammers. Dabi sucks his teeth.
“Hmm. Shame.”
“What?” Keigo’s stomach plummets to the floor. But Dabi just smirks and runs his index finger along the hem of his underwear.
“Shame I won’t have to get you naked to get to it.”
He swallows an embarrassed chirp, but he can do nothing about the heat gathering at his core.
Oh.
Dabi presses around the shape of the tracker under his skin. “I can feel it. It’s not too deep, I’m pretty sure I can get it out.”
“Okay.” Keigo nods and grits his teeth, reminding himself that this is the actual problem he asked for Dabi’s help with, and not the second heartbeat pulsing in his crotch. He puts his weight on his elbows and braces himself. “I’m ready.”
“Got a knife for me?” Dabi runs his thumb along the scar again, a contemplative crease between his eyebrows. “A scalpel would be ideal. Wouldn’t want to maim you and leave you bleeding out, not now that I finally have you…” The villain looks up at him, grabs both his thighs and pushes them further open, “...right where I want you.”
“Ah.” He moans. The heat drops from his stomach into his pussy, right under the crotch of his briefs and mere inches away from Dabi’s face. It’s getting harder to think by the minute. “I-I have knives in the kitchen.”
Dabi winces. “That’s gonna hurt, Birdie. Don’t want to carve you up like a rotisserie chicken. Are you sure you don’t have anything…” The villain looks around, until his eyes settle on Keigo’s wings and the look in them changes. “...sharper.”
Keigo understands what he’s getting at, and that’s actually not a bad idea. He detaches one of the smaller flight feathers and summons it into his hand before sharpening it into a blade.
“Will this work?” He hands the feather to Dabi. A shiver goes through him when those warm fingers close around it. He has never given someone one of his own feathers to use like this. He can feel every shift, every breath across the vanes when Dabi brings it closer to his face to study the edge.
“Can you keep it sharp while I do this?”
“Yes.” He gives him a wry smile. “I know how to work through pain.”
Still, he better hurry. Problem number two is only gonna get more urgent with him being so close.
Dabi laughs and nods his head in appreciation. “Mmhmm. Such a strong little bird. So well-trained.” His eyes light up while he kneads Keigo’s thigh. “You’re gonna be so perfect when I let you off your leash.”
“Dabi,” he snaps when the villain strokes the flat of his own feather up and down his leg like it’s a toy. “Just do it already.”
“Shh, no need to get your feathers in a bunch.” His still-groping hand grabs at Keigo’s skin and pulls it taut. The shape of the tracker stands out underneath. With a hungry grin, Dabi leans forward until he’s hovering right over Keigo’s crotch again, no doubt to get a good look at the spot he has to cut and for no other reason.
The sharpened tip of the feather comes to a halt barely a hair away from Keigo’s skin. Scalding hot breath makes him feel like he’s melting. He leans further back on his arms and presses his feet harder against the bed, pushing his crotch towards the man kneeling between his willingly spreading legs.
“Out of curiosity, why didn’t you cut this out yourself?” Dabi asks without pulling his eyes away. “We both know you have the guts for it. You could have easily gotten the thing out without anyone’s help, especially with those pretty feathers of yours, and then you could've come to me afterwards. Easier, cleaner, a lot less vulnerable.”
It’s Keigo’s turn to laugh. It comes out breathless and a little unsteady. He’s shaking like a leaf, splayed out with Dabi's hands on him and that sinful mouth breathing heat onto his mound through the fabric of his briefs.
“I guess I’m still proving myself to you,” is his honest answer. Because at the core of it all, he just wants Dabi to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that he is in it for real. He wants the villain to witness him when he cuts himself free. No more lies, no more tricks.
Dabi coos at him, and it almost sounds sincere. He pets Keigo’s cheek with the back of his hand that’s still holding the feather.
“Aww, is this a show of trust, then? Letting me dig a knife into your skin, right next to-” he pointedly glances down and raises his eyebrows, “-what I have to assume is the prettiest pussy on the pro hero roster?”
Keigo can’t stop the way he whimpers. Every insecurity he has about his body gets drowned out by the hot-coals rumble laced through Dabi’s voice, even while he’s teasing him. The villain’s clever eyes flash when he notices how Keigo reacts, and he takes it for the unspoken encouragement it is.
His whimpering turns into a full-on yelp when the fire maniac latches his steaming hot mouth onto the sensitive skin of his inner thigh, just south of the implant. His stapled cheek grazes the thin cotton, and Keigo knows he’s done for. His pussy pulses in time with his heartbeat. He can feel his folds start to swell and slick.
“Shit,” he pants. He tangles a hand in Dabi’s hair, to keep him close and to spur him on while he sucks a hickey into his skin. “Wanted- ah! W-wanted you to do it.”
“Is that so, huh?” That amused voice drifts up at him from where Dabi’s face is still buried between his thighs. “You wanted me to see that tracker come out of your skin, so I’d know you were finally one of us?” He drags his tongue upwards from the mark he just made, all the way into the crease of his hip, and Keigo’s arm that was still supporting his weight gives out. He drops onto the mattress, arches his spine and moans like a whore. Dabi laughs and does it again.
“Hmm, I like this side of you, pretty boy. Hot and bloody and fucked up.”
“Dabi, please.” It comes out begging. He has never heard himself make a sound like that. Dabi takes a sharp breath.
“Oh, turtle dove, you can’t say my name like that,” he says low and soft. “If you keep begging, I’m gonna stay down here for much more than a quick home surgery.”
Keigo scrambles back up on his elbows to get a better look, and for a moment he wonders if he did summon a demon, one made of smoke and leather and surgical steel. Dabi is all shining predator eyes and bared teeth and hands clamped so tightly around him that his nails are leaving marks. The look in his eyes says he has just figured something out.
With no warning, he runs his nose up the center of Keigo’s crotch, passing over where his cunt is starting to leak into his underwear and rubbing roughly at his swollen dick, right where it's peeking out from under its hood. It makes Keigo gasp and spasm. His legs kick out in reflex, but Dabi just holds him tighter. Keigo’s feather falls from between his fingers and flutters to the sheets, already forgotten.
“Tell me, do you get your pussy licked on the regular?” Dabi hums, still nosing at his folds and pretending he doesn’t hear all the squeals and gasps it pulls out of him. “Hmm? You got a boyfriend or a girlfriend I don’t know about? Perhaps a revolving door of suitors who suck the stress of hero work out your tight little hole until you can’t keep cumming?”
God, nobody talks to him like that. Keigo is always the one on top, the one expected to take the lead. The few times he felt secure enough to take someone into his bed, they were either sickeningly careful with him, or they wanted the hero Hawks to fuck them silly. Nobody ever treats him like he’s just a horny slut, made to be teased and touched and kissed until he cries from the overload. Nobody ever touches Keigo with confident hands, like they could keep him in place and make him take more pleasure than his body can hold. And nobody knows how badly he wants it.
Embarrassment and desire sledgehammer him. He never gets to indulge in this side of himself, and Dabi figured it out within twenty minutes of taking his pants off for the first time.
Oh, he's going to ruin me.
“N-no,” he shakes his head like a ragdoll, mouth hanging open, hips rising off the bed in shaky jerks to try and chase the friction when Dabi lifts his head. The villain quirks an eyebrow at him.
“Nobody? None at all? Because it sure seems like you know exactly what you want from me, pretty bird.” An arrogant smirk. “Or does that come naturally after fantasizing about me for months?”
“I don’t…” He swallows. No point in denying that last part. “There have been a few. But I haven’t been with anyone in two years.”
No time. Always too busy or too tired. Never available when someone texts. And it’s easier and less disappointing to just think about a hot villain for ten minutes in the shower and then go to bed.
Dabi whistles, long and low. He sweeps his eyes over Keigo’s body like he’s taking in a work of art.
“And they call me a criminal,” he winks. Keigo groans at the corny line. The look in Dabi’s eyes turns a shade more serious. “It’s gonna hurt when I cut you, Birdie. I could provide some distraction to help you through it. If you want me to, of course. It may be too much for you after two years left to your own devices. Bet you're so sensitive.”
He taps Keigo’s cunt with two fingers, and then presses. Keigo moans and rocks into the touch. He’s so wet already, he can hear the sopping noises under the cotton.
“Yes. Please, yes,” he mewls. He already knows he’s going to get it, because clearly Dabi wants him so bad he’s about to set the bed on fire, but just to be sure he adds an extra whiny “Dabi , please touch me.”
The villain snarls like a wild animal, grabs him by the hips, and yanks his ass closer to the edge of the bed. Keigo’s feet lose their grip on the bedframe and his legs get splayed obscenely wide. Even in the dim glow of the city lights that filters in through the bedroom window, he’s sure Dabi can see every crease of his pussy pressed against the damp fabric, as clearly as if he was naked.
“I warned you, all that begging was gonna get you in trouble.”
And Dabi dives between his legs, latches his entire mouth over his still-clothed crotch, and sucks.
“Mmmmfffuck.”
It’s only barely less intense with his briefs between them, and Keigo is still on the verge of coming almost right away. His own fingers and toys are nothing in comparison. Dabi keeps him pinned to the mattress, thighs spread and hips canted up so there’s no part of him that gets overlooked. The villain’s mouth is so fucking hot it’s nearly unbearable.
Dabi scrapes his teeth along the outline of Keigo’s swollen lips and presses his tongue shamelessly into the wet spot between them. He sucks the slick from his pussy through soaked cotton, running his tongue up and down, lapping at him hard and deep like a starving dog. He nips at his dick and drives his tongue into the sensitive nub, then goes back down to lap up the resulting wetness.
Keigo warbles like he’s drunk. His eyes are watering. Every nerve ending south of his belly button is picking up nothing but pleasure radiating out from his pussy. The wet fabric rubbing into all his sensitive parts is so much, and yet with that scalding hot tongue so close but not quite there, it's just not enough. He jerks his hips into it, desperately chasing more, more…
“Fuck, Dabi… Gonna make me come, wanna come for you, please-”
His voice breaks on another wanton moan. ‘Hawks’ spent years being adored and worshiped, but even at his best Keigo has never felt wanted like this. Being treated so shamelessly is making his entire body tingle. Figures it would take a villain to finally slut him out properly.
Dabi resurfaces with an exaggerated gasp before Keigo reaches his peak, making him whine. The villain squints his eyes and runs his tongue over his lips.
Gods above, his tongue. He can lick my slick off his cheeks all the way to his second staples. How deep could he reach inside me?
“So wet for me, my god. You’re fucking drenched and I’ve barely touched you.” He laughs, loud and elated. “Oh, we are gonna be best friends, Birdie. We’re gonna have a great time together.”
Keigo returns his laughter in kind, quivering from the still roiling heat in his stomach. He pulls the villain to within kissing distance by the collar of his coat. You know, like best friends do.
“Yeah? Wanna be roommates at the villa?”
“That’s a given.” Dabi kisses him hard, then bites at his lips until Keigo lets him lick into his mouth. He tastes the sweet tang of himself all over Dabi’s tongue.
“I’m still gonna keep a close eye on you, troublemaker,” the villain smirks against his lips. “Gonna take you with me whenever I go out on my own. Keep you by my side at all times.”
Keigo chirps in agreement and kisses him quiet again. He doesn’t stop until he feels Dabi’s hand skirt up his thigh, bumping into the tracker on the way.
Right. Priorities.
He pushes Dabi off him, ignoring his petulant grunt, and uses his quirk to send the feather back into the villain’s hand. He readjusts his position to once again brace himself.
“Stop messing around and do it already, come on. You can eat me out later to celebrate.” He does his best to at least put a little bit of authority back into his voice.
“Bossy bird. I wasn’t done making you blush,” Dabi teases him. In response, Keigo plants a foot in his chest and pushes him backwards until he loses his balance and falls on his ass.
“Less talking, more slicing.”
“Okay, okay. As you command, sir.” Dabi moves to inspect Keigo’s position. “Alright, hands up. Grab the sheets if you need to. I don’t want you to scalp me with that raptor grip.”
Keigo complies, lying down and lifting his arms over his head, fisting two handfuls of bedding. Breathe in, breathe out. He nods.
Then, Dabi reaches for something on the floor before climbing up on the bed and planting a knee right up against Keigo’s crotch. Keigo can’t keep from gasping when he’s staring up at that looming form.
Dabi is holding one of his own uniform gloves, the ones he discarded earlier tonight after his final patrol as the number two hero. The arsonist wiggles his eyebrows at him as he rolls the sturdy leather glove into a tight package.
“Open your mouth.”
Keigo narrows his eyes at the syrupy tone. Two can play this game. He stares into those blue eyes as he tips his head back, opens wide, and lets his tongue loll out like an invitation. With a little moan for good measure.
Dabi makes an annoyed face and lets out a tsk, but he still grins and dives at him to make good use of the opportunity. He licks at the flat of Keigo’s tongue, a filthy wet drag, before delving into his mouth. Keigo groans and rocks himself into Dabi’s leg, still pressed firmly against his crotch.
When Dabi pulls away, he stuffs the rolled-up glove between Keigo’s teeth.
“Bite down,” he says. “So you don’t chomp off your own tongue.”
“Mmkff.” Keigo signs okay. Dabi strokes his hair off his forehead before appraising the tableau underneath him.
“What a sight. We should do this more often, pretty boy.”
“Hsffmm!” An annoyed eye roll. Would you get on with it already?
Dabi moves back into position, kneeling on the floor so his face is level with Keigo’s thighs. He twirls the feather between his fingers. Keigo’s heart rate picks up.
“Actually, one more thing,” the villain says as he studies the spot on his thigh, looking for where to start the incision.
“Hmm?”
“This is gonna bleed like crazy. I might have to cauterize the wound.” Dabi’s hand on his skin heats up. “You okay with a little fireplay?”
Fear grips Keigo’s very soul. He knows he can handle quite a bit of pain, but fire… Fire is worse than getting shot or stabbed or breaking a bone, especially for an animal mutation like his.
He knows that Dabi can see how wide his eyes just got, and he’s sure the villain won’t go through with it unless he gives him the go-ahead. Keigo wants to tell him an emphatic Hell no and to go get the stitching kit from the bathroom. But something stirs underneath his fear. Stopping the bleeding is one thing, but it’s the fact that Dabi would be the one to sear his skin shut…
It’ll leave a mark, that’s for damn sure. A burn scar that will never go away. A promise, and a claim.
Keigo steels himself and gives a shaky nod. His entire body flashes hot and cold with sweat. He wonders if he should take his hoodie off, then decides he wants the comfort of the familiar item of clothing. He blinks away the tears that are starting to pool at his waterline.
“Mmhmm.”
Dabi kisses his knee and hums in approval.
“Good boy,” he whispers. “Gonna make it a really pretty scar, I promise. It’ll look so hot every time I fuck you.”
Keigo whimpers. He wishes he could close his thighs, both to instinctively draw away from the blade and so he can get some friction on his pussy. He must be leaking all over his sheets, straight through his underwear. A tear drips out of the corner of his eye.
“Deep breath. Don’t flinch.”
Keigo takes a breath, bites down on the glove, and braces every muscle in his body. The knife finds its mark.
He doesn’t scream. The feather is sharp enough that Dabi barely has to put pressure on it to cut through his skin. It doesn’t register as pain at first, more like cold penetrating three layers deep. Then heat, building up to a sting. And then, it hurts.
Keigo hisses and lets out a muffled grunt. Dabi carves a gash in his leg along the surgical scar, about three inches long. Warm blood immediately wells up and seeps down his thigh onto the sheets.
It’s not deep enough, he can tell. A hesitant first cut, made by someone who has no idea how much the human body can take from a knife. Maybe it’s kinda sweet that Dabi is careful with him even when he’s cutting him. Or maybe the fire wielder is just not used to the very intimate nature of driving a blade into a living body. Hawks could probably teach him a thing or two.
But never let it be said that the villain is a quitter. He places the knife back where he began, pushes down with more force, and drags. This time, Keigo does scream. Not just because it hurts like hell, but because he also registers everything that’s happening through the feedback from his own feather.
He feels a massive spurt of his own blood wet the vanes. He hears every individual strand of his flesh rip like tissue paper. Underneath him, his wings shake and writhe in response. He feels a handful of feathers go sharp, no matter how hard he tries to keep still. They get caught in the bedding and tear long slashes into his mattress.
Dabi shushes him. Keigo breathes, in, out, in, out. He clenches his fists in the sheets. And that’s when he feels Dabi’s hand cupping his mound, and his thumb rubbing slow circles around his dick.
Dabi squeezes his dick until he moans, then digs the blade in at an angle that makes his vision go gray with pain. He wiggles the tip underneath something until it gives.
His feather gets tossed to the side. Dabi’s entire glowing hot palm splays over his pussy and rocks into him. Keigo screams around the leather gag again, as he feels Dabi’s fingers push on the edges of his wound and ease something out of him. It slips down his blood-slick thigh onto the bed.
“There. It’s out. I got it.” Dabi presses a kiss to his trembling knee, still stroking his pussy and making soothing sounds. Keigo takes in a shaking breath. Pain and pleasure are making him dizzy. Slowly, he releases his death grip on the sheets and tries to sit up. His vision is still blurry at the edges, but after a few blinks he can focus on Dabi. The villain grins at him and holds something up: a silver metallic rectangle covered in blood. His feathers pick up on a weak electrical signal coming from the thing.
Now that it’s gone, Keigo realizes how much he hated that buzzing sensation under his skin, and how much energy he wasted over the last five years to constantly block it out. That’s why the world was never truly quiet.
“Welcome to the real world, Neo,” Dabi chuckles. Keigo groans and spits out the glove.
“Really? A Matrix reference?” He blinks away his remaining tears and shoots Dabi a look. He gets an unbearably smug smirk in return.
“I am a man of culture.”
“You are a dork.”
“And you,” Dabi picks up the glove and shoves it back between his teeth, “need to brace yourself. I’m gonna stop the bleeding.”
A not insignificant part of him wants to chicken out. Even if the gash on his leg is still oozing blood, he knows stitches and bandages are just as effective and probably safer.
But the way Dabi looks at him knocks Keigo flat on his ass. The villain’s pupils are blown wide in anticipation, and he’s staring at him like no one ever has before.
His chest blooms with warmth. His face glows. A chirp rattles up his throat. It’s gonna hurt like seven different kinds of hell, but if this is what he gets in return then it just might be a fair trade.
He nods.
Dabi curses under his breath. Keigo can feel the villain’s whole body vibrate with excitement when he puts a hand on his chest to make him lay down again. He has to wonder if Dabi has been thinking about doing this since the moment he told him about the implant.
Deep breaths. His hands are twisted so tightly in the sheets he’ll definitely rip them to shreds. Every inch of him pulls tight with stress.
He’s ready to hear the whoosh of flames, to feel the glare of it as Dabi heats up his hand to a temperature that will cauterize the cut without burning his flesh to charcoal. He mentally prepares himself for the press of white-hot fingers sealing the edges of his wound back together. But instead he feels Dabi move around until he is pinning Keigo’s thigh to the bed, using his body weight to keep the leg folded open and immobile. His face is level with the bleeding gash. Keigo chances a quick glance, meaning to ask what’s taking so long.
What he sees is Dabi’s face, with smoke and steam curling out of his mouth, and his eyes glowing luminous blue. And then he feels where exactly the villain’s heat has been building. It’s not in his hands.
“Did I ever mention,” Dabi whispers, and he sounds like he’s choking on his own fire, “that I can control my quirk with more than just my hands?”
Oh fuck.
Before he can process what’s happening, Dabi presses his mouth against his skin.
The pain of fire on an open wound is beyond anything Keigo has ever experienced. It drives a spike of pure panic into the animal part of his brain. His mind is trying to pull away from his own skin, trying to sever itself from the burning, oh the burning, as his skin melts and reseals itself . The heat lashes him right down to his bones.
Keigo lets out a pained gasp that turns into a whimper. The bird in him is so scared it won't even let him scream. His nails rip holes in his sheets. Every feather in his wings turns into a knife, slicing his mattress to hell. His whole body shakes, but he stays down, even when the smell of burning hair and blood hits his nose.
Through all of it, a different type of heat collides with the pain. Dabi is rubbing Keigo’s dick with rough circles. His machine-gun heartbeat is pounding in his pussy as much as it is under the wound. He shrieks when a sudden, violent spasm goes through him.
From one moment to the next, he comes so hard he believes this might be the end. Even the pain stops for a few delirious seconds.
His shrieking and writhing turns to sobbing. His voice gives out. The only sounds he can make are panicked, wounded chirps, muffled by the gag. Tears run down his face. And he can't stop coming, because Dabi won't stop touching him. Every time his cunt pulses with another mini-orgasm on the heels of that first big one, electricity zips up his spine. The world dissolves into nothing but pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain.
“Just let it happen, Birdie. Ride it out.” Dabi’s voice cuts through the ringing in his ears. The villain finally stops toying with his dick. Instead he runs a single finger around the spot on his thigh that is the burning center of his existence. Keigo nearly impales him with a dozen feathers in response. That brought him back to reality, alright.
Unbothered, Dabi shushes him and does it again, softer. “Do you feel that? That’s my mouth on you, forever.”
When the panic lowers to a level where he’s no longer fighting the urge to throw up, Keigo wills every muscle in his body to relax. He collapses in on himself and whines when a new searing wave of pain washes into his shaking limbs. Every inch of him is slick with sweat, his hair is sticking to his temples, his shirt is plastered to his back. Dabi makes gentle noises at him, all the while petting his stomach.
“There you go. It’s all over,” Dabi whispers. Keigo spits out the glove, gasps for air, and tries to find words. All that comes out are more bird chirps. He wipes the tears from his eyes with shaking hands and finds Dabi smiling at him. “Oh, I know, I know. It hurts, doesn’t it?”
“Dabi…” he warbles before his voice cracks from another sob
“Shhh.” Dabi presses a kiss to his other thigh. Keigo’s body jerks in fear, but the villain’s mouth has cooled back down to a bearable heat. “Don’t cry, pretty boy. I got you.”
Slowly, carefully, Dabi inches his hand as close to the fresh burn as Keigo can stand it. “You look so good. It’s such a pretty brand.”
“It still burns,” he croaks out. All he can feel is the heat trapped under his skin. He doesn’t even notice that Dabi has put his other hand back on his pussy, until he pushes at the sopping wet opening to his cunt. The sound his drenched underwear makes is embarrassingly clear.
“Mmm, I bet,” Dabi purrs. “I’ll take you home with me and let you soak in a nice, cool bath. Get you cooled off and cleaned up for the first day of your new life.” He pets Keigo’s pussy again. “Unless you want me to take care of another problem first?”
He swallows the spit flooding his mouth and nods hard. “Y-yes.”
“Yeah? You want me to finally pull your messy panties off and eat you out for real?” A fingertip dips just under the soaking wet cotton, eases it to the side. “I promise, I won’t burn you again. Unless you ask me to.”
He chirps and nods again.
He lets Dabi pull his panties off his legs, and damn if it doesn’t make him blush like a virgin. He squeezes his eyes closed, unable to look him in the eye when the villain spreads his legs and bares his pussy for the first time.
A jab of familiar insecurities strikes him like lightning. He knows he’s sopping wet, embarrassingly so. He trimmed his pubes yesterday, but maybe he should have shaved? Fuck, and his dick swells even more when he’s horny, what if it looks weird? What if-
“Would you look at that? Aren’t you just the prettiest, messiest boy I’ve ever seen?” Dabi, still kneeling at the end of the bed, says it with that blend of teasing and want that makes Keigo’s brain melt into a puddle. “With my brand right next to it. You really let me do that, huh? You always gotta belong to someone, don’t you?” Two fingers circle the brand until Keigo lets out a shriek and nods.
Yours. Gotta be yours now. I’m ruined for anyone else, and I love it. You have to keep me, I’ll be so fucking good for you.
He arches his back and keens, offering himself up for the villain to do whatever he wants, as long as he’ll keep touching him.
“Please, please- touch me.”
And bless the universe for making sure he and Dabi are always perfectly in sync.
“Can’t deny you anything when you beg like that, little bird.”
Dabi’s patience seems to have well and truly burned down, because he sinks two fingers into Keigo’s pussy without any more delay. The villain curses so loud it nearly drowns out Keigo’s own moaning, dizzy from finally having something inside him. Dabi gives a few slow pumps, all the way in and out.
“My god, so wet and loose, I can just slide right in,” he whispers with something close to awe. “Did you already come while I was branding you?”
“Uhu.” Keigo is panting, trying to rock into the fingers stuffed in his hole. Dabi laughs and pushes harder on his next thrust. His fingers are long and rough and they easily reach every sensitive spot inside him.
“Twisted little slut. If I’m not careful I’m gonna fall in love with you and your pretty pussy.”
Keigo shivers and cants his hips, rolling into the movements. The burning ache in his leg fades into insignificance.
Yes, fuck yes you will.
And, Please call me a slut again.
He throws his head back and his arms up, draping himself over the shredded remains of his sheets. Little open-mouthed moans get punched out of him in the rhythm of Dabi’s thrusts, rising in pitch when he slips in a third finger.
It’s a tight fit, but Keigo is wet enough that he can take it. He hears Dabi curse again, which makes him giggle and swivel his hips in circles. He knows the villain has a perfect view from the end of the bed. Dabi has a front row seat to Keigo's needy pussy, begging to get used.
He feels ready to open his eyes again, even while his lashes are still sticky with tears. When he glances over it’s clear that Dabi is about three seconds away from losing his cool. He’s staring at Keigo with half lidded eyes and his mouth hanging open.
“Fuck, Hawks, you take my fingers like it’s nothing.” It doesn’t even matter that he called him by his hero name. Keigo coos at the praise and squeezes around the warm digits. Dabi flashes a hungry grin. “Yes, good job, dove. Clench for me. That’s right.”
Pressing closer and closer, Keigo crawls upright without losing the fingers inside him. He keeps whining in time with Dabi’s slowly increasing thrusts. The villain’s fingers squelch with the obscene amounts of slick gushing out of him. His pussy flutters and tingles. He opens his mouth and lets his tongue hang out in a wordless plea.
Dabi, who still hasn't taken his damn shoes or coat off, climbs onto the bed. All while thrusting his fingers in and out, he smashes their mouths together. He tastes like acrid smoke and hot metal, which Keigo realizes is his own blood. That probably shouldn’t drive him as wild as it does, but everything considered this is only the fifth most worrying thing he has learned about himself and his sexual appetites tonight.
Dabi gets on top of him, pinning him to the mattress with a snarl, one hand still pumping and squelching between their bodies. His hips jerk against his hand from the other side, like he can’t help himself and he just has to thrust against Keigo’s pussy. Keigo feels the leather of his coat, the denim of his pants, and it makes all his vulnerable skin ripple with gooseflesh.
He pulls his legs up to take him deeper, staring Dabi in the face as he rocks into the fingers stretching him open. He makes sure the villain hears every mewl, every sigh.
“Crazy bird, the things you let me do to you…”
“Hhhah- Are you gonna make me come or not?” Keigo pants in reply. He winds his arms around Dabi’s neck and pulls him closer. Those blue eyes flash like fire at his challenge. A mean grin curves on Dabi’s mouth. He hooks his fingers and mercilessly digs into Keigo’s g-spot.
“Ahh!” His body goes rigid under the villain's warm weight. His back arches. He scratches at Dabi's coat, whining when he can't find any skin to sink his nails into.
“Right there?” Oh, as if he doesn’t know. He does it over and over again. Keigo nods hard, whining at the building pressure in his guts. Something inside him swells like a dam about to burst.
It keeps going, keeps building. Dabi licks at his slack mouth. “What do you want, Birdie?”
“Wanna come,” Keigo babbles. “Please, make me come. Dabi, deeper, oh fuck!” He squeals, shaking with the approaching orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, use me. Anything. I- I want your tongue in my pussy, on my dick. Fuck me, baby, please. Wanna be your slut, want you so deep inside me- Ah!”
He shrieks when Dabi pulls his fingers all the way out and escapes Keigo's embrace. He collapses in a heap, already feeling too empty and cold without the arsonist claiming every part of his body. Dabi towers over him on his knees, studying his naked body with a smirk.
“Come on, Dabi, please! Don’t stop now! I was so close,” Keigo whines as he reaches for him, wanting so badly to pull the villain on top of him again. Dabi, still perched between his legs, hooks his hands under his knees and pushes them up and open until his ass lifts off the bed. Keigo's weight is leaning on his shoulders with Dabi balancing his legs, and his pussy at mouth-level. His wings flutter in anticipation.
“But you have so many great ideas. How did you phrase it? My tongue in your pussy?” He sticks out his entire tongue, twirling it at Keigo. Fuck, it’s so long. And are those stitches?
“Yes…”
Dabi grins. “Whatever you want, pretty boy. Let’s see if you can handle it.”
Keigo fights the urge to hide his face. Blushing scarlet, he meets Dabi's gaze. He watches with bated breath as Dabi rolls his tongue around in his mouth, then he bites out a strangled Fuck! when the villain spits on his pussy. A nasty flash of heat goes through whatever is left of his brain.
He has never felt like such a sex puppet, a toy ready for use. He is not a hero, not a defector, not Hawks, not even Keigo. He's just Dabi's favorite hole to play with, and he's perfect for this role. All he has to do is let the villain use him until he cums his brains out. It's all he wants: a place where he fits perfectly, and a brand to prove it. It’s the first choice he has ever made for himself, and Dabi knows exactly how to reward him for it.
Because, even as he’s being unmade, it’s all about him. About Keigo and his body, how good it can feel, and how much Dabi wants to look at it and touch it. His perfect goddamn body. His.
As he falls to pieces, he also falls into himself for… probably the first time in his life. He feels everything. Whoever he is now, he’s really here.
Hot breath caresses his wet folds.
“Spread it for me.”
He does. He slides his hands up his inverted body until his fingers reach his pussy, smearing Dabi's spit through his own slick as he goes. He teases his dick, chirping with joy when Dabi bares his teeth in a jealous snarl.
Careful so he doesn't touch the still throbbing brand, Keigo spreads his lips to show off his clenching, dripping hole to one of the most dangerous villains in the nation. Dabi groans at the back of his throat.
“Fucking perfect, pretty little slut,” and dives in.
Keigo shrieks and hooks his legs over Dabi’s shoulders for support, tries to pull him even closer while grinding himself up against that unholy mouth. Because god help him, the maniac stuffed his entire tongue so deep inside his cunt, he's seeing stars. It moves inside him, curling hungrily, lapping up his slick straight from the source. And while Keigo keeps himself open for optimal use like the good little fucktoy he is, Dabi has room to play with his dick.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, Dabi!” Dabi tongue-fucks him harder in response, holding his hips up in an iron grip while the other hand reaches for the sensitive little tip sticking out from between his folds. When his thumb grinds into it, Keigo wails.
The villain is honing in on all the places that make Keigo’s legs shake. His tongue curls up, his mouth presses more forcefully against his pussy, and his wicked fingers jack the nub of his dick with quick strokes, coming together to pinch at the peak on every pass. It's fast and sloppy and way too effective.
Does his burned skin still ache? Maybe. Possibly. He can't focus for long enough to care.
Within minutes of the merciless assault, his chirping reaches a fever pitch. Keigo feels something quiver deep in his guts, two, three times, before the tension snaps.
“Ahh, God! I’m coming, I’m, aah!” His hips jerk forward. He clenches around Dabi's tongue, spilling all over him. The villain groans and keeps licking him through it.
“Yes, yes, yes, don’t stop-”
He can't keep track of how many times the wave crashes over him. After the third peak it all blends together. Dabi keeps working him over with his mouth, and his pussy keeps pulsing. It doesn't stop until Keigo’s whines become pained.
Dabi resurfaces from between his legs, face soaked and mouth bruised, pupils dilated so wide there’s only a sliver of blue left. When he puts Keigo's body down, he splays out like a crash test dummy. Utterly wrecked, Keigo just stares at him while trying to catch his breath.
Dabi grabs him by the throat and drags his tongue up the side of his face, licking away the tracks of sweat and tears. Keigo moans from the smell of himself that clings to Dabi, strong enough to overpower his usual scent of smoke.
“You’re mine.” Dabi breathes the words into his ear, sending warm shivers through his body. “Gonna sear my fucking name into you if I have to.”
Keigo nods as well as he can with the hand on his throat keeping him pinned down. But that’s not enough, it seems. Dabi presses their foreheads together and spits the words in his face with urgency.
“Say it. You’re mine.”
Keigo tries, but he can’t speak. When he opens his mouth, it comes out as a trill. Which, as Dabi seems to instinctively understand, means the same thing. The villain kisses him deeply. “Good birdie, keep singing for me.”
So Keigo does as he’s told. He gives up on human speech for the time being, and instead he showers Dabi with every chirp and coo and trill in his arsenal. Between kisses, he tells the villain how good he makes him feel, how nobody else can make him so wet, how he wants him to rail him until he can’t feel his legs… It’s possible he also says something that roughly translates to I love you, but thankfully Dabi doesn’t speak bird.
Dabi does, however, know a needy slut when he sees one. Soon enough he’s slithering down Keigo’s body again and burying his face in his pussy like he’ll die if he doesn’t make him come again.
Hey, Keigo ain’t complaining. He goes limp under the villain’s attention, spreads out on the ruined mattress, and lets him take full control. All he does is sing Dabi’s praises and gently scratch his nails along his scalp.
Dabi works him back up to a peak with slow, deep thrusts and lazy flicks of his tongue. He seems content to just live the rest of his life with his mouth on Keigo’s pussy. Keigo just floats away on the rhythm. It’s a sweet and syrupy approach to a drawn-out climax. That is, until Dabi’s fingers join the party again.
He slots three digits back into Keigo’s hole, making him gasp. The villain’s mouth moves up, zeroing in on his dick and sucking the nub between his lips. He starts pumping his fingers in and out, railing them across Keigo’s g-spot, and working his lips and tongue over his dick at the same speed. Fast, and getting faster.
“Dabi, oh my god, what are you-” he squeals and tries to curl up into a ball. He wasn’t prepared for this part of the rollercoaster and suddenly everything feels like freefall. Dabi lets go of his dick for a second, but his fingers keep pounding away at him.
“Taking good care of my pretty boy,” he grins. “Because you are mine now, which means it’s my duty to suck your dick and spoil your needy hole until you can’t take any more.” And down he goes again, lashing Keigo with his tongue.
He lets out a warbled shriek and scrambles for any way to brace himself. His body is going haywire, building pressure with nowhere to go. Dabi’s free hand presses down onto his stomach, just above his mound. He grinds his hand down towards where his fingers are bullying Keigo’s g-spot into oblivion.
“Sso good, fuck, more! Harder, right there!” He wails when Dabi complies, pistoning his fingers in and out, and swirling his tongue hard over the hood of his dick. His cunt flutters and suddenly everything is so wet-
“Oh Jesus, again, again, ‘m coming-”
He comes with a cry, squirting and squealing. He has never done that before, and he has no idea if it’s okay to feel this good or if Dabi just broke his pussy.
Whimpering and twitching, Keigo rides out the massive orgasm, turned up to eleven by the madman between his legs. He's as helpless as a puppet with its strings cut. All he can do is sob and beg for mercy until Dabi finally backs off.
The villain looks wrecked when he comes up, his face soaked in juices, his hair a rat's nest from getting pulled on, and every inch of his skin that's still capable of blushing flushed pink. He also looks disgustingly pleased with himself. He runs his tongue over his mouth with emphasis, as if he didn't already drink a gallon of Keigo’s slick.
“A squirter, huh?” Keigo goes bright red at the words. Dabi chuckles and takes hold of his waist, keeping him in place. “I knew it. Perfect pussy for a perfect boy.”
“Dabi…” he whines. He tries to go for commanding but it comes out just as petulant and needy as he feared. So instead of talking and embarrassing himself further, he just reaches out his hands and grabs for the villain. Dabi lets himself get wrestled within kissing distance.
“Want a taste?” he teases. And yeah, Keigo kinda wants to know what he tastes like on Dabi’s tongue. So he nods and accepts a hard, wet kiss. He wraps both arms around Dabi with a moan and pulls him closer, closer, keeps him right there on top of him so he can keep tasting the both of them, just to make sure that it really happened.
“So good,” is all he can force out. “You’re… so good.”
Dabi bares his teeth in a proud smile.
“You're better,” he replies.
With one more peck to Keigo’s lips, the villain rolls to the side and casts an appreciative eye over the huge fucking mess he made of the, now former, number two hero. Stripped from the waist down, red and panting, wet and gaping, wings ruffled, and Keigo knows that the look in his eyes must be nothing short of ‘fucked stupid’. Dabi sighs.
“What a sight.” He slides a finger through Keigo’s swollen lips to pet over his hole. Keigo whimpers when his exhausted pussy makes a valiant attempt to clench. “Mmm, and still twitching. Bet I could make you go again.”
Oh god, please, yes. I might never walk again, but please.
The last rational part of his brain argues that he may need a breather before they go exploring the upper limit of orgasms his body is capable of.
“Give me… a minute…” he wheezes out as a compromise. Which Dabi takes as permission to keep fondling him, chuckling all the way. Keigo chirps every time he touches a tender spot, then immediately grinds into the touch, chasing more.
It’s too good. God, he makes me feel like I’m falling and I’ll never touch the ground. Maybe I do actually love him…
Well, I definitely love how much he loves my pussy. I have the rest of my life to figure out everything else.
Dabi’s attention drifts to the brand again. The villain can’t help but admire his own handiwork. He whistles softly.
“Fuck, that looks so good on you. I hope it heals fast. It’s gonna make such a beautiful scar.” He draws a circle around the affected area until Keigo trills at him. Even through the pain rushing back to the forefront of his mind, he can feel a new wave of heat building in his guts.
Oh, I really am fucked up. Seems like Dabi and I were made for each other.
The villain takes his hand and pulls him into a sitting position. His eyes have that wicked shine to them again.
“You’ll never again be able to touch or look at yourself without thinking of me. This is all mine now.” And that sounds pretty damn perfect to Keigo.
They seal it with another kiss.
Keigo’s legs still feel like jelly, so he waits on the edge of the bed for Dabi to bring him fresh underwear. To his left, he catches his own reflection in the floor length mirror on his closet door. He looks as messy as he feels, and happier than he has ever seen himself. His reflection shakes its wings out and gives him a loopy grin.
Then, he twists to the side and opens his legs to finally get a good look at what Dabi did to him. In the mirror, he can now see it clearly, even by the faint light coming through the window. Right there. The brand on his thigh is the exact shape of Dabi's mouth. A burning red kiss sealed into his skin.
When Dabi comes back, holding a clean pair of underwear, Keigo grabs the villain by the forearms. He has him flat on his back on the bed in two seconds flat. His old combat trainer would have been proud of him.
“Whoa-” Dabi yelps. Keigo shuts him up with a kiss as he crawls on top, straddling the villain’s legs despite barely being able to move. He groans when he feels the telltale bulge in those stapled-up jeans, and rubs his pussy over it for good measure. His brand touches the rough fabric and the flash of pain spurs him on even more.
“Fuck me,” he pants. Dabi laughs, then hisses when Keigo sinks his teeth into the side of his neck. He’s so wound up, all his well-trained hero manners are going up in smoke. He’s running on sheer instinct, and the animal part of him has one very clear goal.
Make him fuck me. Will bite him until he does. Need him inside me or I’ll implode.
“Can I get a ‘please’ at least?” The teasing lilt in Dabi’s voice doesn’t point towards cooperation. Keigo shrieks in annoyance, perhaps a bit too close to the villain’s ear, who cringes in pain. He still makes no move to take his damn pants off and put his cock inside him, though.
Keigo quickly changes tactics: he grabs the lapels of Dabi’s coat as tightly as he can, pins him to the bed, and pulls out his best pleading.
“Please, Dabi, I want your cock.” His voice is unrecognizable, high and needy, and shot through with raspy trills he can’t hold back anymore. His wings are rustling at his back, slowly unfolding into a cocoon of red that encases the two of them.
“Please, put it in me. I want it so bad, I'm soaking wet for you.” He bites at Dabi’s neck again, hard enough to break skin. There’s warm copper on his tongue. Dabi moans and grabs his hips, thrusting upward. The villain makes them roll their bodies together, and Keigo chirps in victory. Yes yes yes…
“Wanna make you come with my pussy. Wanna take your cock until you fill me up like your good little cumdump. Please, please, make a mess of me, slut me out til I cry-”
“Jesus, the mouth on you,” Dabi laughs. “If I’d known you were gonna be like this, I would have fucked you months ago.”
“Mmm, yes, fuck me now.” Keigo chirps into his neck. “You have me now. So do it.”
But the villain has the audacity to shake his head and pat Keigo’s ass, gesturing for him to move over. “Let’s get you home first. Gotta take care of that pretty mark so it heals right.”
Angry warbles. Bared teeth. His thighs clench around Dabi’s legs. His brand is wailing from the scrape of denim across the delicate skin, but he doesn’t have it in him to care. Dabi tuts at him.
“Birdie. Be good for me, now. We need to get out of here.” Warm hands cup his face. “Wanna fuck you properly. Gonna take you home, bandage your leg, and make sure everything is perfect before I plug you up with my cock. Because once we get started, I’m not gonna stop until we’re both milked completely dry.”
Fuck, that sounds exactly like what he wants. A nest, a safe place, a long drawn-out fuck, and no obligations for him to act like a hero. Just be greedy and willing and pretty-
“Oh, you like the sound of that?” Dabi smirks when he starts to coo. “You and me, locked in our bedroom together, with nothing to do except fuck the day away?”
Our bedroom.
“Yeah, please, I want that…” he nods, pressing himself even closer into the villain’s embrace.
“Come along, then. Let me show you exactly how you deserve to be treated, pretty boy.”
Dabi eventually manages to get him upright and dressed. He’s still wobbly on his feet, so the villain has to stoop down and sling one of his arms over his shoulders to support him out of the room. They leave the tracker right there, in the mess of bloody sheets. A note for whoever comes looking for Hawks, to tell them that their little pet bird has finally flown the coop.
The fresh air on the balcony clears his head. As they wait for a portal to the villa, it coaxes another idea out of Keigo. He pulls on Dabi’s sleeve.
“I want another one. Another brand.”
He feels the smile pull on Dabi’s face from where he’s tucked against the villain’s neck. He squeezes his arm tighter around Keigo’s shoulders.
“Yeah?”
“Uhu.” He tilts his head to the side, exposing his throat. “Put it somewhere everyone can see.”
My body is mine, yes. But I'm yours. God fucking help me, I'm yours if you want me.
Dabi casts his eyes to the night sky and lets out something between a groan and a laugh.
“Oh man, I’m so whipped already.” He presses a kiss into Keigo’s hair. “Anything you want, baby bird.”