[Right at the appointed time, Hawks flies down from his perch to the ground. He had technically been over thirty-minutes early and decided to use the free time to silently recon the area around the scheduled meetup. Their earlier message back and forth left him feeling strange and unsure. Of course, he'll treat Dabi as he always has, all to avoid placing suspicion on him.
This villain, Dabi, was quite the conundrum. Hawks is curious how much truth there was to their earlier conversation. Dabi went out of his way to avoid answering some of Hawks' questions. Not that he can exactly blame the villain. Like Dabi, Hawks was purposely trying to avoid answering personal information regarding himself.
Later down the road, this partnership may yield compelling intel regarding Dabi's true persona.
Against the grimed wall of the damp alleyway, Hawks comes to lean against the brick. His wings are curved inward, with a few feathers in place to attack. For his safety, of course. Not that it might matter. Dabi did possess a quirk that could leave Hawks defenseless if not careful. Despite his vulnerability to fire, Hawks had faith within his own abilities to fight, or at the very least, flee, should he need to do so.]
[ dabi isn't quite sure what was up with their earlier conversation either, but he figures what's the harm in finding out? he wasn't kidding when he said he was bored, and the most interesting thing lately has been this overgrown chicken playing a hero pretending to want to be a villain. dabi is often curious just how far hawks will go, and this seems like a good time to find out.
dabi doesn't believe a word out of hawks' mouth, but they can both play this game of deceit. in any case, he can get a good lay out of it.
he shows up late because he feels like it, and he wants to remind hawks that it's his time to do with as he wants, not the hero's. that, and he likes to irritate the stupid bird, even though he gets all fake smiles all the time. dabi saunters into the alleyway, spotting those bright red wings in an instant. they practically glow from the neon lights in the distance, making him look like some kind of dark angel. ]
Looks like you're really settlin' into the alleyway life. Been here long?
[It's awhile before Dabi's familiar physique and natural heat graces the alleyway. Hawks isn't too keen on the wait, quite punctual himself, despite how passive he comes off to the general public. Perhaps he's also unnerved and curious how this meetup is to go. It's quite the tango, one that Hawks is allowing Dabi to take lead of.
Just to push his luck, Hawks graces the villain with his fake smile. Meanwhile, his gaze takes in the sight and potential plans formulate within his mind. He had to be cautious, of course. Dabi isn't a weak villain he's dealing with here.]
Not very.
[The lie slips easily off his tongue. The HPSC requested a snake with a tongue that can speak in deceit on command. Through him, they have exactly that.
Coming off the wall, Hawks reaches within his jacket, producing a black folder, sealed by himself of the intel he's gathered. He's done thorough research, both wanting and needing to produce information valuable enough for the villain.]
[ Dabi would be pretty damn annoyed to know that Hawks thinks he's allowing him to take the lead. Of course he knows how damn cocky the stupid bird can be, which is why he keeps remind him of the place he's in. Dabi has no problem snatching back the shaky truce they've got going on. He has a feeling this is a lot more valuable to Hawks than it is to him.
Of course the fake smile is perfectly planted into place and Dabi wants to roll his eyes at it, but his own fake carelessness is planted on his own face, and he wants nothing more than for the hero to think he absolutely doesn't give a single shit about anything.
Things feel a little unknown at the moment- not off kilter, just charged with something else. Maybe their previous conversation. For a moment, Dabi wonders just how hard Hawks can take it, and if he'd even be able to stand his heated length. The one thing Dabi's truly got going for him is his size. Maybe it's wasted on him though, cause he doesn't care that much about sex. ]
Uh huh.
[Dabi doesn't believe the lie for a second, but it doesn't matter. His gaze slides to the folder Hawks pulls from his jacket, stepping in close to take it from him. He should look it over just to make sure it's something he wants and needs, but Hawks should know well enough by now to to play him.
[Like a predatory beast, Hawks watches with an intense golden gaze. As he comes to take in the sight of Dabi coming closer, his mind can't help but to drift back to their earlier conversation. The HPSC had made their order to do anything in his power to gain the trust of the League of Villains and get close to Shigaraki. Never did he expect to utilize the honeypot practice, yet here he is, considering it.
Hawks immediately believes it's all due to curiosity and their earlier conversation leading him wondering down the rabbit hole. It's not as if the hero dislikes sex. Far from it, if he thought about it. Much of his growing interest stems from both the danger element and Dabi's indifferent nature. It's like having ambrosia just out of his reach for a taste, with the warning question of should he or shouldn't he. The only issue, besides Dabi's reluctance, is hero work is awfully busy. Hawks can't recall the last time he laid in bed with another.
It's a small piece he's played, but Hawks feels secretly proud as the folder is handed over. It keeps his mind focused on the task at hand. In the shadow of his home, beneath his thick comforter, he can allow his mind to ponder then over sleeping intimately with a villain. For now, with the smile still in place, Hawks holds up two hands, a mockery of an apology.]
I promise you, it's not. I want this as much as you do, Dabs.
[He gives a light, airy laugh, falling right into his laid back nature.]
You won't find intel like it anywhere else. I promise ya that.
[ to dabi, this is just another thing he can use. whether for entertainment, or against the hero, either is fine for him. in the end none of this will really matter and at least he'll be able to get his rocks off if this works out. he's considering it.
it's not like he has people lining up to fuck. it's been a while, and even those past experiences have all been... bad to say the least. there isn't going to be any laying in bed, though. dabi will make sure about that. this is all it's ever going to be, if it even will be. just a quick fuck in an alleyway between two enemies pretending to be something else. ]
It ain't me that wants this. It's the Boss. That's what ya want too, ain't it?
[shigaraki. dabi knows that's what hawks is after. getting a meeting with shigaraki. so dabi's going to make him work for it.]
You're lucky I can't find this anywhere else. It's the only thing keepin' ya alive.
[Hawks is quick to drop his smile and look serious briefly. To play his role here, he needed to act the part. The hero has done his part to research what he needed to regarding it. There's a reason he hunted down Dabi in particular.]
I want to be of use to him. I desire nothing more than to bring down how rotten hero society is.
[The somber nature disappears as fast is comes though, and Hawks is looking every bit as cheerful as he does to the public. He both wants and needs to get close to Shigaraki. He had to devise a successful operation to take down the League of Villains by any means necessary.]
Don't be so harsh there, Dabs. I told you earlier, use me however you like. As long as I can provide my worth.
[ dabi can stand it a little better when hawks isn't laughing everything off. at least he gets serious for a moment, even if those words of his sound rehearsed. ]
So you say. What are ya gonna do when hero society is gone, huh?
[dabi has his own ideas of how this is going to go. bringing down hero society is fine, but there's really only one he wants to take down. that isn't something he ever plans on sharing, though.]
Use ya however ya like, huh? Ya sure you're up for that, birdie?
[dabi tucks the envelope deep into his coat, leaning in just a little more, practically leering at the hero.]
[Hawks doesn't answer the question purposely. There's quite a few responses he can utilize. The scenario had played previously in his thoughts, in fact. However, he needs Dabi to be aware that not all of his questions can be answered. It's a game of trust here, one that they would both most likely fail at.
Not that he entirely cares for Dabi's exact answer to the question. He assumes it to be generic like any other criminal.
Pressure builds up and now it's like he's the prey to the predator here when Dabi comes to leer over him. Not one to give into adversity, Hawks tilts his head up, a smug expression on his features. He shouldn't be this fascinated to play with fire, yet here he was.]
What about me? This ain't about me. You're the pro-hero.
[he'll deflect that right back. he wonders if hawks has thought about it either way. if he's a spy, things are going to end badly for him. if not... well, dabi wonders what he thinks is going to happen to him after all of this.
whatever generic answer hawks is expecting, he likely won't get it from dabi.
the smug look is not too bad. better than a meek little bird who won't stand his ground. dabi likes it, because he knows taking it apart will be all the more satisfying. he reaches out to see if hawks will flinch, grabbing the hero's chin with heated fingers.]
No aspiring dream here? A grand legacy? How boring, Dabs.
[Hawks comes to laugh, dodging further. The game is in play and neither of them are looking to answer. It's kind of engaging in it's own way.
Far from a meek bird, Hawks isn't one to give in so easily. Despite that, his heartbeat is loud in his chest when heated fingers grab his chin. He refuses to drop his gaze though, nor his prideful smile. In fact, the corners of his mouth quirk just a little more. It would take more than a soft touch, or even a rough one, to get him to break.
Whether or not Dabi is up for that challenge is unknown to the hero.]
I came here to be of service.
[Slowly, he averts his eyes to the mouth of the alleyway. It's night out, dark within the streets nearby. There have been just the barest minimum of people who have walked those streets. It's a perfect spot to avoid passing along information to a criminal. However, that's all it can provide.]
May I suggest a spot not so...open? A bed, preferably.
[and he plans on keeping it that way. not even the league has any idea what he has planned. they're all just a means to an end, just like hawks is. it's an interesting game though, dabi has to give it that much. though barely.
the look on the face is still one of a man who could easily walk away. there's nothing tying him here, and he'd like to keep it that way. that quirk of hawks' lips does do the same to his own, thumb dragging along just under the hero's lower lip.]
Guess I should make use'a you, then.
[though he does notice how hawks' gaze slides towards the street, worried about onlookers, and his gaze flashes with mischief. he did ask hawks if he was up for this.]
Not a chance.
[he starts backing him up agains the dirty alley wall, not caring if he's crushing those wings as he presses him against the wall. his hand slides down to hawks' neck, giving it a good squeeze as he leans in close to his face, his free hand flicking up the hero's visor.]
Ya wanna fuck? It's right here, right now. I ain't got time for bullshit.
[A single eyebrow lifts up in mild curiosity while Hawks' tongue stays silent. Whatever Dabi is planning regarding the end game of it all, it might be of some worth to gaining that intel. He'll mull over it the next several days and decide whether or not to pick at this villain for it.
Instinct almost pushes Hawks to bite at Dabi's exploring thumb, but the hero resists. He'll allow Dabi his fun for now. Hawks wasn't exactly fibbing when he previously told the criminal his interests in biting.
It does take every ounce of self-control here to avoid the flutter that wants to crawl down his spine though, when the villain comes to the decision of using him. He can still walk away from this and not care. Can still be of worth through the intel he provides. This though, it gives him the opportunity to get closer by another mean.
He's almost immediately regretting it when Dabi denies him the bed. It was worth a shot. Yet, he had hoped they would be somewhere less eyes may discover either of them. To the public and the world, Hawks was a hero. This could tarnish his image and reputation.
There's not much time he's given to decide what to do, not with the way Dabi backs him up to the brick wall. From behind him, red wings angrily flap, scattering a few feathers from their own form of irritation. It's rare for Hawks to be pinned. The hero tries to arch up, just so he can provide his wings a little room. They're naturally sensitive, a weakness he had no intention of giving to this criminal.]
Right here, huh?
[Hawks' mouth is dry when he cracks a small laugh, feeling the weight of Dabi's hand at his neck when he goes to swallow.]
Wouldn't take you for an exhibitionist.
[Hawks' contempt of their visibility is quickly trying to be replaced with playfulness. A gloved hand even gathers at Dabi's shirt and tugs the villain closer eagerly.]
[ it would certainly be an interesting journey for hawks to try to dig deeper into what dabi's goal is. dabi is exceptionally being good at tight lipped, even with jin and toga, who constantly pester him.
but that's not why they're here tonight. now that dabi has his information tucked away, he can play another little game with hawks.
dabi wonders if the hero will back out. there's still time for it. he wonders just how badly hawks wants what he has- just how badly he wants to get closer to shigaraki. looks like they're about to find out.
he smirks as those red wings flap around, spreading their feathers. he wonders if hawks will be annoyed, or if he'll play this off nonchalantly as well. it's interesting though, how those feathers react so differently than what hawks tries to portray. dabi makes a mental note of that, while also amused that there isn't an ounce of resistance. ]
Like I said before, birdie. Ya don't know a damn thing about me.
[as he gets tugged closer, dabi's hand tightens around hawks' neck, and he looks down at him with fiery eyes.]
Get down on your knees. That mouth'a yours better get me nice'n wet or I'm fuckin' ya just like this.
[The extreme puzzle that was Dabi would be the most daring and difficult game to play. He’ll either find the challenge exhilarating or give up disappointingly. It’s one that he looks a little forward to for the time being, until he can decide if the game is worth it.
Yet without even thinking over it, he can tell already it would be.
For the time being, Hawks places his absolute attention on Dabi. There’s no room for absentmindedness, not in front of this criminal. Plenty is at stake. Like a small bird that hovers near the jaws of a starved lion.
It’s hard for Hawks to read Dabi’s expression over whether or not the villain picked up the frustration from his wings. The less Dabi knew, the better, of course. With his back planted to the wall, wings pinned uselessly, it does provide Hawks safety to his feathers. Not much in regards to Dabi’s fire, but in avoidance of physical touch.]
Not yet. I offered to share earlier today, but you turned me down.
[He says softer than intended due to the hand that gripped his throat. Hawks isn’t struggling to breathe just yet, but he wasn’t immune to lack of oxygen. Prideful gold eyes match the fiery icy blues of the criminal. However, it’s short-lived, Dabi’s order leaving Hawks’ knees weak and his pride shuddering.
Without needing to be told twice, the hero obediently slides down onto those weak knees. What a sight for sore eyes this must be. To keep himself from biting or worrying his bottom lip with teeth, Hawks lifts up on hind legs, nosing between Dabi’s legs.]
You didn’t pack any lube?
[He asks curiously with a hint of mirth while gloved fingers grasp Dabi by the waistline of his pants. The hero even puts on a show of dragging his tongue where his nose previously provided attention.]
[ dabi will do his own digging into the number two hero. he knows there must be more to him than this show he puts on. even without his feathers giving him away, dabi has a feeling there's something more behind those eyes.
maybe it'll be useful, or maybe it won't be. dabi figures it's at least something to pass the time. he's so tired of waiting for the league to figure their shit out, and biding their time.
at least with hawks here, things have been getting a little more interesting. ]
Doesn't look like I turned ya down, does it?
[it's pretty exhilarating the way hawks just sinks down onto his knees in front of him. dabi grins like a cat that caught the canary, his hips lazily canting forward. oh, this is gonna be good.]
Oh, I dunno. Figured if it was important enough to ya, you'd take care of it.
[lube, or getting him nice and hard and wet, it's all up to hawks. dabi has to admit, he's more turned on than he thought he'd be already. just the sight in front of him is pretty damn good. at least that smart mouth of his is getting put to good use.]
Didn’t seem so keen on providing more personal info.
[Neither did he, but that’s beside the point. This is about Dabi, not him.
On his tongue, there’s a playful remark that might push whatever luck he has left, but this time, Hawks keeps it to himself. That doesn’t stop him from tilting his head in order to drag his sharpest teeth over the zipper of Dabi’s pants.]
Such a gentleman, aren’t you?
[Hawks doesn’t admit it yet, but there is lube on his person. It has nothing to do with this tryst, however. Most heroes try to keep a bottle of the stuff due to unique quirks or villains who used sex as a heinous act. Hawks never has been in the position to use his stash though. He also never expected to be laying with a villain willingly either.
There’s a slight curious part of him that wants to test just how and what Dabi will do to prep him. Surely the villain can’t only use a wet dick to fuck with, right?
With Dabi’s command, Hawks twists nimble fingers to pop open the button of the dark colored pants, dragging down the zipper next. With the pants opened, it gives Hawks the opportunity to reach inside, wrapping around the warm shaft he finds there. The gloves he wears do little to keep him from feeling the pulsing, hot heat. Hawks is both in awe and shock, more so at the sheer length of Dabi’s size.]
Holy shit. How are you fitting this in your pants, Dabs?
I didn't turn down you sharin' anythin. Don't make it sound like I did.
[this is about hawks, not him, unless dabi wants it to be about him. but he's done talking about things that don't matter. he has better uses for hawks' mouth anyway.
he doesn't bother replying to the gentleman comment. if that's what hawks really wanted he wouldn't be here. it's a good thing he is though, because dabi is becoming more and more interested in what the stupid bird has to offer. maybe things will be less boring tonight.
dabi has no issue with fucking hawks with nothing but spit though, so if hawks has something he better offer it up when the time comes. dabi doesn't give a single shit about hawks' comfort. he'll be lucky if he even takes a moment to open him up. it's not what dabi is used to when it comes to sex, so he doesn't really think about it.
he isn't thinking about it at this moment at all, not when hawks gets his pants open and reaches inside. he'd rather feel hawks' hand on his dick, but he supposes it doesn't matter either way. the less personal they make this the better. it still feels good wrapping around his length, but the look on the hero's face is what really makes it. ]
Baggy pants.
[he snorts softly, moving a hand to hawks' head, grabbing at his hair to guide him forward. he can be cocky about how big he is, sure, but that's not really his thing. he just wants to see how well the hero can take it, both in his mouth and when he gets stuffed with it.]
[A retort is right on his tongue, but the hero stops himself. There's a time and place to pull Dabi's strings. Hawks down on his knees, cock in hand, is not one of them. He's rather positive if anyone is the puppeteer here right now, it was Dabi. Only for now.
Face to face with this side of the criminal, Hawks' wonders back to if Dabi was or wasn't a virgin. There's no squirming or fretting as with most virgins. Hawks is sooner to believe their earlier conversation stems over the fact that Dabi preferred to keep personal intel to himself, even something as small as his sexual history. Then again, who would eagerly share their past exploits to a complete stranger?
He tried not to earlier, but coming to stare at the length of Dabi's dick, Hawks worries his bottom lip with a sharp canine. How was that going to fit down his throat? How was it going to fit inside? He dispels the apprehension as quick as it comes, mouth quirking into a smug smile. He'll manage. He always does.]
Baggy pants, huh? Sure didn't feel baggy.
[Hawks says lightly, a glint of amusement within his eyes as he's being pulled forward. The tip of Dabi's cock grazes his lips, yet the hero doesn't open his mouth. It's been so long that he can't decide if the heat here is natural or hotter than normal. Dabi was practically a walking furnace.
With those final set of words, Hawks' parts his lips finally, mouth open wide. He braces gloved hands on Dabi's hips for stability and leverage. As only the head comes to rub over his tongue, Hawks starts to recall how long it's been since he was last on his knees and using his mouth to pleasure another man. It's precarious to leave Dabi in charge of this, yet Hawks goes along with it. Hidden in his gloves, he can grow out his nails into talons or, for the more dire of situations, the sharp canines could also be used to his advantage. Hawks would prefer not to be placed in that position, however. He is trying to get closer to Dabi and the League of Villains.
Hawks doesn't outwardly give a reaction to the taste of Dabi on his tongue. It's not too thick to stretch him impossibly wide, so Hawks can move both lips and tongue in a languid pace. On the safe side, his jaw and throat are relaxed, should the villain decide to use his mouth in his own way.]
[ everything about dabi is wanting to keep personal intel to himself, no matter what the information might be. his sexual experiences do tend to be on the touchy side though, but at this point it's pretty whatever. he does what he needs to do and that's about it. he's far from being a virgin, though.
it's kind of amusing how worried hawks suddenly looks, and dabi wonders if he's going to chicken out. but how can he? he has a feeling hawks wouldn't risk it no matter how nervous he is. it's almost funny the way hawks tries to shift back to smugness, but dabi notices a twitch in hawks' wings that he makes note of. those feathers are so good at giving him away. ]
Guess they ain't so baggy with what I'm packin.
[that's really all he's going to say about that. it's all he even can say when hawks' lips are finally brushing against his cock. it's been a long time for him too. so long that he's almost forgotten what it feels like, and he doesn't think he's ever had as cool lips as hawks's lips brushing against his heat.
he lets out a soft grunt when hawks finally does get to it and he doesn't have to push just yet. he wants to see just how hawks gets on with this all on his own at first. it's a little too slow for his liking, but he lets it happen, eyes going dark as he watches those lips surround his cock and start swallowing him down.]
[At the rate they're going, it was going to take more than the occasional meetup to gain entry of Dabi's personal life. It's a challenge, that's for certain. A precarious one.
Hawks almost believes Dabi can't pick up on his distress. This wasn't one of those times he desired to stroke the criminal's ego. Yet, his own disloyal wings are sensitive enough to give off his apprehension. It'd be in his best effort to strip the feathers to the ground. However, Hawks doesn't prefer to live that dangerously, nor does he desire for Dabi to see him in such a weak state.
Let the criminal have his ego petted. Hawks could live with that far easier.
A hum of a moan purrs in the back of Hawks' throat when he catches Dabi's light grunt. With no pushing or pulling, Hawks takes his time here. He takes in more of the hot and pulsing shaft, gripping the base with one hand. As the tip of the villain's dick reaches the back of his throat, Hawks pulls back halfway, then bobs his head. The movement is still slow, but it gives the hero the patience and time needed to accommodate Dabi's size.
At every other dip back, Hawks almost drags his mouth completely off in order to lick over the sheer length of the villain's cock. He plays with the head using his tongue, licking over the slit, gathering precum and swallowing it back.]
[ dabi doesn't expect them to get together enough for that to even be a problem. a few late night meetings in dingy alleyways arent' going to give hawks much of anything. dabi is pretty damn sure of that.
it's kind of a wonder they're even here like this right now. dabi never would have thought it would come to this. it's not like he's someone people are dying to get with. maybe dying because of, but that's the thing. he's already too dangerous for most, and he knows he's not exactly a looker. even now he gets it. he knows what this is about.
right now, it's reveling in his he's got the number two hero down on his knees- whether the hero wants to join their side or not, it really is something. a fuck you to all the rest of them- maybe even his father, but he doesn't let his brain go there. not when he has a beautiful set of lips stretching around his thick cock, trying to take in as much of him as possible.
it leaves dabi transfixed for a moment, just watching as hawks works. he has to bite back a moan when the tip of his cock hits the back of the hero's throat, and he wonders what would happen if he just kept pushing further. maybe soon enough he'll find out.
hawks is talented, that's for damn sure. he sets dabi's working nerves on fire, a different kind of heat moving through him than he's used to and that has nothing to do with his quirk. it's one he hasn't felt in a long time. it's an uneasy feeling for dabi to feel this good, and it sets him on edge once he's able to collect himself again. it's too good.
his fingers tighten in hawks' hair because of it, and he narrows his eyes a bit, rocking his hips forward to get his length back in hawks' mouth. ]
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Date: 2021-04-12 10:11 pm (UTC)[Right at the appointed time, Hawks flies down from his perch to the ground. He had technically been over thirty-minutes early and decided to use the free time to silently recon the area around the scheduled meetup. Their earlier message back and forth left him feeling strange and unsure. Of course, he'll treat Dabi as he always has, all to avoid placing suspicion on him.
This villain, Dabi, was quite the conundrum. Hawks is curious how much truth there was to their earlier conversation. Dabi went out of his way to avoid answering some of Hawks' questions. Not that he can exactly blame the villain. Like Dabi, Hawks was purposely trying to avoid answering personal information regarding himself.
Later down the road, this partnership may yield compelling intel regarding Dabi's true persona.
Against the grimed wall of the damp alleyway, Hawks comes to lean against the brick. His wings are curved inward, with a few feathers in place to attack. For his safety, of course. Not that it might matter. Dabi did possess a quirk that could leave Hawks defenseless if not careful. Despite his vulnerability to fire, Hawks had faith within his own abilities to fight, or at the very least, flee, should he need to do so.]
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Date: 2021-04-12 11:00 pm (UTC)dabi doesn't believe a word out of hawks' mouth, but they can both play this game of deceit. in any case, he can get a good lay out of it.
he shows up late because he feels like it, and he wants to remind hawks that it's his time to do with as he wants, not the hero's. that, and he likes to irritate the stupid bird, even though he gets all fake smiles all the time. dabi saunters into the alleyway, spotting those bright red wings in an instant. they practically glow from the neon lights in the distance, making him look like some kind of dark angel. ]
Looks like you're really settlin' into the alleyway life. Been here long?
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Date: 2021-04-12 11:40 pm (UTC)Just to push his luck, Hawks graces the villain with his fake smile. Meanwhile, his gaze takes in the sight and potential plans formulate within his mind. He had to be cautious, of course. Dabi isn't a weak villain he's dealing with here.]
Not very.
[The lie slips easily off his tongue. The HPSC requested a snake with a tongue that can speak in deceit on command. Through him, they have exactly that.
Coming off the wall, Hawks reaches within his jacket, producing a black folder, sealed by himself of the intel he's gathered. He's done thorough research, both wanting and needing to produce information valuable enough for the villain.]
Your intel, as requested.
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Date: 2021-04-13 12:12 am (UTC)Of course the fake smile is perfectly planted into place and Dabi wants to roll his eyes at it, but his own fake carelessness is planted on his own face, and he wants nothing more than for the hero to think he absolutely doesn't give a single shit about anything.
Things feel a little unknown at the moment- not off kilter, just charged with something else. Maybe their previous conversation. For a moment, Dabi wonders just how hard Hawks can take it, and if he'd even be able to stand his heated length. The one thing Dabi's truly got going for him is his size. Maybe it's wasted on him though, cause he doesn't care that much about sex. ]
Uh huh.
[Dabi doesn't believe the lie for a second, but it doesn't matter. His gaze slides to the folder Hawks pulls from his jacket, stepping in close to take it from him. He should look it over just to make sure it's something he wants and needs, but Hawks should know well enough by now to to play him.
Still, he has to be an asshole about it.]
Feels pretty light. Better not be bullshit.
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Date: 2021-04-13 12:54 am (UTC)Hawks immediately believes it's all due to curiosity and their earlier conversation leading him wondering down the rabbit hole. It's not as if the hero dislikes sex. Far from it, if he thought about it. Much of his growing interest stems from both the danger element and Dabi's indifferent nature. It's like having ambrosia just out of his reach for a taste, with the warning question of should he or shouldn't he. The only issue, besides Dabi's reluctance, is hero work is awfully busy. Hawks can't recall the last time he laid in bed with another.
It's a small piece he's played, but Hawks feels secretly proud as the folder is handed over. It keeps his mind focused on the task at hand. In the shadow of his home, beneath his thick comforter, he can allow his mind to ponder then over sleeping intimately with a villain. For now, with the smile still in place, Hawks holds up two hands, a mockery of an apology.]
I promise you, it's not. I want this as much as you do, Dabs.
[He gives a light, airy laugh, falling right into his laid back nature.]
You won't find intel like it anywhere else. I promise ya that.
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Date: 2021-04-13 01:28 am (UTC)it's not like he has people lining up to fuck. it's been a while, and even those past experiences have all been... bad to say the least. there isn't going to be any laying in bed, though. dabi will make sure about that. this is all it's ever going to be, if it even will be. just a quick fuck in an alleyway between two enemies pretending to be something else. ]
It ain't me that wants this. It's the Boss. That's what ya want too, ain't it?
[shigaraki. dabi knows that's what hawks is after. getting a meeting with shigaraki. so dabi's going to make him work for it.]
You're lucky I can't find this anywhere else. It's the only thing keepin' ya alive.
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Date: 2021-04-13 01:40 am (UTC)I want to be of use to him. I desire nothing more than to bring down how rotten hero society is.
[The somber nature disappears as fast is comes though, and Hawks is looking every bit as cheerful as he does to the public. He both wants and needs to get close to Shigaraki. He had to devise a successful operation to take down the League of Villains by any means necessary.]
Don't be so harsh there, Dabs. I told you earlier, use me however you like. As long as I can provide my worth.
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Date: 2021-04-13 02:08 am (UTC)So you say. What are ya gonna do when hero society is gone, huh?
[dabi has his own ideas of how this is going to go. bringing down hero society is fine, but there's really only one he wants to take down. that isn't something he ever plans on sharing, though.]
Use ya however ya like, huh? Ya sure you're up for that, birdie?
[dabi tucks the envelope deep into his coat, leaning in just a little more, practically leering at the hero.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 02:28 am (UTC)[Hawks doesn't answer the question purposely. There's quite a few responses he can utilize. The scenario had played previously in his thoughts, in fact. However, he needs Dabi to be aware that not all of his questions can be answered. It's a game of trust here, one that they would both most likely fail at.
Not that he entirely cares for Dabi's exact answer to the question. He assumes it to be generic like any other criminal.
Pressure builds up and now it's like he's the prey to the predator here when Dabi comes to leer over him. Not one to give into adversity, Hawks tilts his head up, a smug expression on his features. He shouldn't be this fascinated to play with fire, yet here he was.]
I wouldn't say it if I wasn't.
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Date: 2021-04-13 03:15 am (UTC)[he'll deflect that right back. he wonders if hawks has thought about it either way. if he's a spy, things are going to end badly for him. if not... well, dabi wonders what he thinks is going to happen to him after all of this.
whatever generic answer hawks is expecting, he likely won't get it from dabi.
the smug look is not too bad. better than a meek little bird who won't stand his ground. dabi likes it, because he knows taking it apart will be all the more satisfying. he reaches out to see if hawks will flinch, grabbing the hero's chin with heated fingers.]
That what ya came here for tonight?
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:04 am (UTC)[Hawks comes to laugh, dodging further. The game is in play and neither of them are looking to answer. It's kind of engaging in it's own way.
Far from a meek bird, Hawks isn't one to give in so easily. Despite that, his heartbeat is loud in his chest when heated fingers grab his chin. He refuses to drop his gaze though, nor his prideful smile. In fact, the corners of his mouth quirk just a little more. It would take more than a soft touch, or even a rough one, to get him to break.
Whether or not Dabi is up for that challenge is unknown to the hero.]
I came here to be of service.
[Slowly, he averts his eyes to the mouth of the alleyway. It's night out, dark within the streets nearby. There have been just the barest minimum of people who have walked those streets. It's a perfect spot to avoid passing along information to a criminal. However, that's all it can provide.]
May I suggest a spot not so...open? A bed, preferably.
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:23 am (UTC)[and he plans on keeping it that way. not even the league has any idea what he has planned. they're all just a means to an end, just like hawks is. it's an interesting game though, dabi has to give it that much. though barely.
the look on the face is still one of a man who could easily walk away. there's nothing tying him here, and he'd like to keep it that way. that quirk of hawks' lips does do the same to his own, thumb dragging along just under the hero's lower lip.]
Guess I should make use'a you, then.
[though he does notice how hawks' gaze slides towards the street, worried about onlookers, and his gaze flashes with mischief. he did ask hawks if he was up for this.]
Not a chance.
[he starts backing him up agains the dirty alley wall, not caring if he's crushing those wings as he presses him against the wall. his hand slides down to hawks' neck, giving it a good squeeze as he leans in close to his face, his free hand flicking up the hero's visor.]
Ya wanna fuck? It's right here, right now. I ain't got time for bullshit.
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:53 am (UTC)Instinct almost pushes Hawks to bite at Dabi's exploring thumb, but the hero resists. He'll allow Dabi his fun for now. Hawks wasn't exactly fibbing when he previously told the criminal his interests in biting.
It does take every ounce of self-control here to avoid the flutter that wants to crawl down his spine though, when the villain comes to the decision of using him. He can still walk away from this and not care. Can still be of worth through the intel he provides. This though, it gives him the opportunity to get closer by another mean.
He's almost immediately regretting it when Dabi denies him the bed. It was worth a shot. Yet, he had hoped they would be somewhere less eyes may discover either of them. To the public and the world, Hawks was a hero. This could tarnish his image and reputation.
There's not much time he's given to decide what to do, not with the way Dabi backs him up to the brick wall. From behind him, red wings angrily flap, scattering a few feathers from their own form of irritation. It's rare for Hawks to be pinned. The hero tries to arch up, just so he can provide his wings a little room. They're naturally sensitive, a weakness he had no intention of giving to this criminal.]
Right here, huh?
[Hawks' mouth is dry when he cracks a small laugh, feeling the weight of Dabi's hand at his neck when he goes to swallow.]
Wouldn't take you for an exhibitionist.
[Hawks' contempt of their visibility is quickly trying to be replaced with playfulness. A gloved hand even gathers at Dabi's shirt and tugs the villain closer eagerly.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 05:18 am (UTC)but that's not why they're here tonight. now that dabi has his information tucked away, he can play another little game with hawks.
dabi wonders if the hero will back out. there's still time for it. he wonders just how badly hawks wants what he has- just how badly he wants to get closer to shigaraki. looks like they're about to find out.
he smirks as those red wings flap around, spreading their feathers. he wonders if hawks will be annoyed, or if he'll play this off nonchalantly as well. it's interesting though, how those feathers react so differently than what hawks tries to portray. dabi makes a mental note of that, while also amused that there isn't an ounce of resistance. ]
Like I said before, birdie. Ya don't know a damn thing about me.
[as he gets tugged closer, dabi's hand tightens around hawks' neck, and he looks down at him with fiery eyes.]
Get down on your knees. That mouth'a yours better get me nice'n wet or I'm fuckin' ya just like this.
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Date: 2021-04-13 05:59 am (UTC)Yet without even thinking over it, he can tell already it would be.
For the time being, Hawks places his absolute attention on Dabi. There’s no room for absentmindedness, not in front of this criminal. Plenty is at stake. Like a small bird that hovers near the jaws of a starved lion.
It’s hard for Hawks to read Dabi’s expression over whether or not the villain picked up the frustration from his wings. The less Dabi knew, the better, of course. With his back planted to the wall, wings pinned uselessly, it does provide Hawks safety to his feathers. Not much in regards to Dabi’s fire, but in avoidance of physical touch.]
Not yet. I offered to share earlier today, but you turned me down.
[He says softer than intended due to the hand that gripped his throat. Hawks isn’t struggling to breathe just yet, but he wasn’t immune to lack of oxygen. Prideful gold eyes match the fiery icy blues of the criminal. However, it’s short-lived, Dabi’s order leaving Hawks’ knees weak and his pride shuddering.
Without needing to be told twice, the hero obediently slides down onto those weak knees. What a sight for sore eyes this must be. To keep himself from biting or worrying his bottom lip with teeth, Hawks lifts up on hind legs, nosing between Dabi’s legs.]
You didn’t pack any lube?
[He asks curiously with a hint of mirth while gloved fingers grasp Dabi by the waistline of his pants. The hero even puts on a show of dragging his tongue where his nose previously provided attention.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 06:19 am (UTC)maybe it'll be useful, or maybe it won't be. dabi figures it's at least something to pass the time. he's so tired of waiting for the league to figure their shit out, and biding their time.
at least with hawks here, things have been getting a little more interesting. ]
Doesn't look like I turned ya down, does it?
[it's pretty exhilarating the way hawks just sinks down onto his knees in front of him. dabi grins like a cat that caught the canary, his hips lazily canting forward. oh, this is gonna be good.]
Oh, I dunno. Figured if it was important enough to ya, you'd take care of it.
[lube, or getting him nice and hard and wet, it's all up to hawks. dabi has to admit, he's more turned on than he thought he'd be already. just the sight in front of him is pretty damn good. at least that smart mouth of his is getting put to good use.]
Speed it up, birdie. I ain't here for foreplay.
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Date: 2021-04-13 04:14 pm (UTC)[Neither did he, but that’s beside the point. This is about Dabi, not him.
On his tongue, there’s a playful remark that might push whatever luck he has left, but this time, Hawks keeps it to himself. That doesn’t stop him from tilting his head in order to drag his sharpest teeth over the zipper of Dabi’s pants.]
Such a gentleman, aren’t you?
[Hawks doesn’t admit it yet, but there is lube on his person. It has nothing to do with this tryst, however. Most heroes try to keep a bottle of the stuff due to unique quirks or villains who used sex as a heinous act. Hawks never has been in the position to use his stash though. He also never expected to be laying with a villain willingly either.
There’s a slight curious part of him that wants to test just how and what Dabi will do to prep him. Surely the villain can’t only use a wet dick to fuck with, right?
With Dabi’s command, Hawks twists nimble fingers to pop open the button of the dark colored pants, dragging down the zipper next. With the pants opened, it gives Hawks the opportunity to reach inside, wrapping around the warm shaft he finds there. The gloves he wears do little to keep him from feeling the pulsing, hot heat. Hawks is both in awe and shock, more so at the sheer length of Dabi’s size.]
Holy shit. How are you fitting this in your pants, Dabs?
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Date: 2021-04-13 06:04 pm (UTC)[this is about hawks, not him, unless dabi wants it to be about him. but he's done talking about things that don't matter. he has better uses for hawks' mouth anyway.
he doesn't bother replying to the gentleman comment. if that's what hawks really wanted he wouldn't be here. it's a good thing he is though, because dabi is becoming more and more interested in what the stupid bird has to offer. maybe things will be less boring tonight.
dabi has no issue with fucking hawks with nothing but spit though, so if hawks has something he better offer it up when the time comes. dabi doesn't give a single shit about hawks' comfort. he'll be lucky if he even takes a moment to open him up. it's not what dabi is used to when it comes to sex, so he doesn't really think about it.
he isn't thinking about it at this moment at all, not when hawks gets his pants open and reaches inside. he'd rather feel hawks' hand on his dick, but he supposes it doesn't matter either way. the less personal they make this the better. it still feels good wrapping around his length, but the look on the hero's face is what really makes it. ]
Baggy pants.
[he snorts softly, moving a hand to hawks' head, grabbing at his hair to guide him forward. he can be cocky about how big he is, sure, but that's not really his thing. he just wants to see how well the hero can take it, both in his mouth and when he gets stuffed with it.]
It ain't gonna suck itself. Get to it.
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Date: 2021-04-13 06:45 pm (UTC)Face to face with this side of the criminal, Hawks' wonders back to if Dabi was or wasn't a virgin. There's no squirming or fretting as with most virgins. Hawks is sooner to believe their earlier conversation stems over the fact that Dabi preferred to keep personal intel to himself, even something as small as his sexual history. Then again, who would eagerly share their past exploits to a complete stranger?
He tried not to earlier, but coming to stare at the length of Dabi's dick, Hawks worries his bottom lip with a sharp canine. How was that going to fit down his throat? How was it going to fit inside? He dispels the apprehension as quick as it comes, mouth quirking into a smug smile. He'll manage. He always does.]
Baggy pants, huh? Sure didn't feel baggy.
[Hawks says lightly, a glint of amusement within his eyes as he's being pulled forward. The tip of Dabi's cock grazes his lips, yet the hero doesn't open his mouth. It's been so long that he can't decide if the heat here is natural or hotter than normal. Dabi was practically a walking furnace.
With those final set of words, Hawks' parts his lips finally, mouth open wide. He braces gloved hands on Dabi's hips for stability and leverage. As only the head comes to rub over his tongue, Hawks starts to recall how long it's been since he was last on his knees and using his mouth to pleasure another man. It's precarious to leave Dabi in charge of this, yet Hawks goes along with it. Hidden in his gloves, he can grow out his nails into talons or, for the more dire of situations, the sharp canines could also be used to his advantage. Hawks would prefer not to be placed in that position, however. He is trying to get closer to Dabi and the League of Villains.
Hawks doesn't outwardly give a reaction to the taste of Dabi on his tongue. It's not too thick to stretch him impossibly wide, so Hawks can move both lips and tongue in a languid pace. On the safe side, his jaw and throat are relaxed, should the villain decide to use his mouth in his own way.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 08:00 pm (UTC)it's kind of amusing how worried hawks suddenly looks, and dabi wonders if he's going to chicken out. but how can he? he has a feeling hawks wouldn't risk it no matter how nervous he is. it's almost funny the way hawks tries to shift back to smugness, but dabi notices a twitch in hawks' wings that he makes note of. those feathers are so good at giving him away. ]
Guess they ain't so baggy with what I'm packin.
[that's really all he's going to say about that. it's all he even can say when hawks' lips are finally brushing against his cock. it's been a long time for him too. so long that he's almost forgotten what it feels like, and he doesn't think he's ever had as cool lips as hawks's lips brushing against his heat.
he lets out a soft grunt when hawks finally does get to it and he doesn't have to push just yet. he wants to see just how hawks gets on with this all on his own at first. it's a little too slow for his liking, but he lets it happen, eyes going dark as he watches those lips surround his cock and start swallowing him down.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 08:57 pm (UTC)Hawks almost believes Dabi can't pick up on his distress. This wasn't one of those times he desired to stroke the criminal's ego. Yet, his own disloyal wings are sensitive enough to give off his apprehension. It'd be in his best effort to strip the feathers to the ground. However, Hawks doesn't prefer to live that dangerously, nor does he desire for Dabi to see him in such a weak state.
Let the criminal have his ego petted. Hawks could live with that far easier.
A hum of a moan purrs in the back of Hawks' throat when he catches Dabi's light grunt. With no pushing or pulling, Hawks takes his time here. He takes in more of the hot and pulsing shaft, gripping the base with one hand. As the tip of the villain's dick reaches the back of his throat, Hawks pulls back halfway, then bobs his head. The movement is still slow, but it gives the hero the patience and time needed to accommodate Dabi's size.
At every other dip back, Hawks almost drags his mouth completely off in order to lick over the sheer length of the villain's cock. He plays with the head using his tongue, licking over the slit, gathering precum and swallowing it back.]
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Date: 2021-04-13 09:30 pm (UTC)it's kind of a wonder they're even here like this right now. dabi never would have thought it would come to this. it's not like he's someone people are dying to get with. maybe dying because of, but that's the thing. he's already too dangerous for most, and he knows he's not exactly a looker. even now he gets it. he knows what this is about.
right now, it's reveling in his he's got the number two hero down on his knees- whether the hero wants to join their side or not, it really is something. a fuck you to all the rest of them- maybe even his father, but he doesn't let his brain go there. not when he has a beautiful set of lips stretching around his thick cock, trying to take in as much of him as possible.
it leaves dabi transfixed for a moment, just watching as hawks works. he has to bite back a moan when the tip of his cock hits the back of the hero's throat, and he wonders what would happen if he just kept pushing further. maybe soon enough he'll find out.
hawks is talented, that's for damn sure. he sets dabi's working nerves on fire, a different kind of heat moving through him than he's used to and that has nothing to do with his quirk. it's one he hasn't felt in a long time. it's an uneasy feeling for dabi to feel this good, and it sets him on edge once he's able to collect himself again. it's too good.
his fingers tighten in hawks' hair because of it, and he narrows his eyes a bit, rocking his hips forward to get his length back in hawks' mouth. ]
Suck it, hero. I ain't here to play around.