Hawks who, as a kid, saw a couple of Furby commercials on tv and was obsessed bc of how bird-like they are, but he obviously never got one, his parents couldn’t both and the commission didn’t allow toys.
During one of their more personal meetings before the war Keigo tells Dabi all about it, how he dreamed about having a little toy that not only looked kinda like a bird, but that would talk to him?
Yeah that was a dream for little Keigo.
So, after the war ends and the two of them find their ways back to each other Dabi makes sure to hunt down the specific one Keigo had talked about, the red and orange one, and the one from when they were kids, not one of those new ones.
When he finally gives it to Keigo it’s the first time Dabi’s really seen the bird speechless, and the happy chirps and wing flaps makes the hunt totally worth it.
That is until Keigo starts the damn thing up, and Dabi realizes it’s the scariest, freakiest, creepiest thing he has EVER seen.
And that is saying something.
But Keigo loves it, so much, he loves to make little bird noises to it, chuckles happily when it wiggles it’s horrible, mechanical ears and blinks with it’s huge, horrifying eyes, and Dabi?
Dabi fuckings endures it because he loves the bird so goddamn much.
Does he fantasize about taking the thing far into the woods to bury it in a place nobody will ever find?
Well yes, every day, but he doesn’t go through it, because he loves his birdie more than he fears the furby.
Set in the world of My Hero Academia / Boku no Hero Academia
➥ To Son of Fire AU
All characters belong to Kōhei Horikoshi, except for Rain, she is my OCs
➥ To Rain's Profil
Please note: English is not my first language, so there may be some small mistakes
The first rays of the morning sun crept timidly through the gap between the heavy curtains, cautiously groping their way across the darkness of the bedroom until they slid in golden lines across the wide bed. The light painted soft contours on the rumpled blanket, caught in strands of golden-blonde hair, and made the fine dust dance in the air.
The room was warm – not just from the light, but from the silent proximity of three bodies snuggled together. Hawks lay on his back, his muscular torso slightly exposed while his right hand rested loosely around Dabi's waist, and his left hand held Rain's waist under the blanket. His wings, slightly spread, lay over the bed like a protective arch, and individual feathers glowing reddish in the dawn.
Dabi lay half-lying on his stomach, his face buried in Hawk's neck, his burned skin touching the warmth he rarely allowed to get this close. His breathing was calm, almost heavy, as if every fiber of his body was sinking into this rare security.
Rain, on the other hand, had snuggled up to Hawk's chest, one leg draped over his hip while one hand rested on the lines of his abs. Her forehead rested on his collarbone, as if only his heartbeat beneath his skin embodied reality.
A tender knot of warmth, skin, and familiarity – until suddenly the shrill, relentless sound of the alarm clock whipped through the room.
A twitch ran through Hawk's body, his right wing flapping lightly against the edge of the bed as he blinked sleepily and let out an annoyed hum. Dabi growled dully, grimaced, and moved closer to Hawks like an annoyed cat, without opening his eyes. Rain sighed softly, rubbed his forehead, and murmured barely audibly, "Does it have to be...?"
Hawks groaned, half annoyed, half amused, and rolled slightly onto his side, prompting a low murmur from both sides.
"Heroic duty calls," he murmured harshly, his voice still hoarse from sleep. "I would love to lie between you for another hour, but duty calls."
Rain raised her head, her eyes shimmering in the slanted light, a faint, sleepy smile playing on her lips.
"Then don't go..." Her voice was velvety, barely more than a breath.
Dabi finally opened one eye, crooked, grumpy, but somehow also awake.
"Or just leave later. Just say you had a private mission – in your own bedroom."
Hawks laughed softly as he slowly sat up, his wings spreading slightly.
"You're really no help," he murmured, looking between the two, who barely moved but lay all the more seductively between the blanket and the light.
The blanket slid down a bit as Rain placed her hand on his chest, her eyes full of silent, sleep-deprived depth, but Hawks was already half out of bed.
"Damn. I need coffee. And an alibi." His voice was lost in a stretched yawn as he stretched, his muscles tensing under his skin as his wings unfurled with a slight rustle. Sunlight danced over his shoulder blades, crept over his back and made the red plumage glow as if the light wanted to stick to him.
Behind him, the covers rustled as Rain rolled onto her back, her dark hair fanning out over the pillow, one wing sliding lazily to the side, the other stretching slightly upward, like a feline greeting to the new day. Her lips curled into a sleepy, slightly mischievous smile as she murmured in Hawks' direction, her eyes half-closed:
"Take me as an alibi... Just say I wanted to discuss a mission with you."
Hawks stopped, turned slightly toward her, and raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, sure," he grumbled with mock seriousness, "then I might as well tell them the truth about what I did last night."
Rain laughed softly, that velvety laugh that never really came from the throat, but always from the gut – soft and with a hint of heat underneath. She half-rose, leaning on one elbow, her wing half-spread over the mattress, like a black, silky veil.
"You could actually do that... There would certainly be a nice article. 'Pro Hero Hawks in a love triangle with a villain and a mercenary.' – oh, and the comment column in the forums would be fireworks."
No sooner had she said that than Dabi moved closer, quietly and with that deceptively elegance he never quite lost, even in his half-asleep. His arm slid under Rain's back, pulling her to him with a deep, throaty sound, his chin against her temple, as he simply murmured,
"Too much talk... the bed is still warm."
"Damn. There goes the bedtrap again," she mock-cursed, but sank into his warmth without further resistance, her arms loosely wrapped around his waist, her head pressed to his chest, where his heart beat slowly and evenly beneath his burned skin.
Hawks saw the scene, shook his head slowly, and a wry, tired, yet loving expression appeared on his face.
"You two really aren't any help," he murmured as he leaned forward, picked up his shirt from the floor, and slowly ran his hand through the feathers, still slightly ruffled from sleep.
"Never was our strong suit." Dabi snorted quietly and closed his eyes again, his grip on Rain tightening a little, as if he wanted to keep them both in the warmth of the bed for a few more minutes before the day would tear them all apart again.
Summary: After Touya’s death, Keigo spends his days working in secret to find a way to time travel, hoping to not only reverse the effects of the war, but to bring his ex-lover back to life.
@dabihawksweeks
DabiHawksWeek2026 Day Two: Dimensional Shift (time travel)
THIS WORK IS RATED T FOR LANGUAGE
Tags: DabiHawks, time travel, past DabiHawks, MHA spoilers, fix-it fic, angst to fluff, good ending, swearing, Hawks-centric, post-canon, meet-ugly, sekoto peak incident, alternate ending, stubborn Dabi
Word Count: 4,860 words
AO3 link
Author’s Note: Looped song inspo for vibes Only Living Girl in LA by Halsey <3
Call me biased, but I genuinely think Touya is a very central character to a lot of things that played out in the story (particularly with capturing Bakugou which ultimately led to AFO and All Might’s final fight).
Another Disclaimer: For brevity’s sake and because this particular fic is strictly a ONESHOT, not all timeline changes will be addressed.
Also sorry not sorry for the long-winded dialogue, I wrote most of his as stream of consciousness dialogue and I really feel like this is how it would go. <3 Enjoy !
After all this time, Keigo’s plan falls perfectly into place. Mei Hatume’s invention took about ten years to complete; President Hawks had recruited her for the classified project the moment she graduated.
It’s a time machine.
President Hawks claims it will reinvent hero education by immersing them in historic battles; of course, there will be strict rules to follow. Messing with the timeline is forbidden…even though that’s the very reason why he orchestrated the project in the first place.
President Hawks stood at the very back of Touya’s funeral, forcing himself to act apathetic. It’s one of the hardest things he’s ever had to do…and that speaks volumes.
Out of everything, Touya was his biggest regret.
Not killing Twice.
Not every dirty job that the HPSC forced upon him.
It was betraying Dabi that stung like a knife and refused to heal.
No one knew about their relationship. Not even any members of the League.
They kept to themselves in the shadows, stealing kisses in dark warehouses and Dabi’s bedroom. At first, Hawks believed it was part of the plan…seducing the villain would make his mission easier…it would make Dabi vulnerable.
He should’ve known better.
Dabi fell for him…which is why his response to the betrayal was catastrophic.
They were two sides of the same coin, and neither had truly realized it until it was too late.
Keigo Takami has a void in his chest where his soul should rest. It fizzled out the moment Touya Todoroki flatlined in his chamber. The emptiness consumed him like an insatiable beast, devouring every bit of light in his eyes until the President became a shell of his former self.
Today, he’s going to bring that light back.
…
…
The President smooths his suit as he stands in front of the platform, double-checking the date and location on the newspaper for the thousandth time in the last thirty seconds. He’s already input the time and space coordinates; the time travel device doubled as a teleporter, serving two purposes simultaneously thanks to Hatsume’s brilliant mind. The watch on his wrist is what will bring him back to the timeline. All he needs is to press the button on the side, and he’ll be sucked into the present.
It’s the middle of the night, and only Keigo Takami holds clearance to this part of the HPSC building at this hour other than Mei Hatsume herself.
“I don’t know how this’ll change things, Touya…but…I hope it brings you peace,” Keigo whispers to himself as he presses the glowing button on the control panel; he strolls up onto the platform, taking a deep breath as he closes his eyes.
“STAND CLEAR!”
The robotic voice drones as Keigo feels wind whipping through his hair; the crackle of electrical energy zips around him.
Three.
Two.
One.
WHOOOSH!
Keigo stumbles forward on the grass as his nerves alight with an overwhelming tingling sensation. He smooths back his hair, flinching as he accidentally shocks himself when his fingertips graze his forehead. The air is dry and frigid, and the moon hangs low in the sky.
Sekoto Peak.
Keigo could’ve picked a more selfish route for himself…he could’ve simply picked a time where he and Dabi could’ve run away together…found another path…but…he believes Touya deserves more than that. Keigo chose to go back to where it all went wrong…to where Touya burned on the mountain. Maybe…just maybe…if he can change his course here…Dabi will never exist in the first place. At the end of the day, Keigo doesn’t care if he and Touya end up together as long as Touya’s alive and happy.
It’s pathetic.
Keigo doesn’t care.
Keigo pushes through the underbrush, gritting his teeth as brambles stick in his hair. He’s not too far from the pond where Touya tried to put the fire out.
Keigo grunts as he trips, stumbling forward through the branches and shrubs until he staggers out into a clearing.
Thirteen-year-old Touya Todoroki wipes his tears frantically as he keeps his head down, sitting on a log a few feet away. He mumbles to himself, hiccuping between uncontrollable, stifled sobs as he sniffles.
When Keigo bursts through the trees, Touya stiffens, whipping his head up immediately, eyes widening.
No one else ever comes to this part of Sekoto Peak.
Touya’s heart thuds in his chest as he stares at the stranger in the suit.
“Go away!” He chokes out, trying to sound as intimidating as anyone can when they’re having a mental breakdown.
Keigo holds his hands up. He’s gotta think quickly on his feet. The HPSC used to list that on his “valuable qualities” chart.
“Hey. I thought I heard someone crying up here. Is everything okay?”
Touya’s trembling lip forms into a scowl.
“No one’s crying! You don’t know what you’re talking about,” He retorts, and Keigo dares to take a few more steps closer to the log.
“You mind if I sit here?” Keigo points to the space beside Touya. The child’s tear stains reflect blatantly in the moonlight; Touya’s eyes are bloodshot, and his cheeks are flushed from weeping.
“Who are you?” Touya snorts, scooting away with a wary look.
“Someone who can help,” Keigo offers as he sits down on the log.
“What makes you think I need help? I don’t need help from anybody,” Touya scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest defensively. The suit makes Touya think the man must be someone important…but why would someone like that be in the middle of the woods at this time of night?
“You wanna be a hero? That’s what this is about, right?”
Touya bristles, eyes narrowing.
“Shut up and leave me alone,” He grumbles, scooting away further.
“Listen. Take it from me, kid. It’s not all it’s cracked up to be,” Keigo sighs, putting his hands on his knees.
“What do you know?” Touya bites back, curling his lip. “You don’t know anything about me! You’re a stranger! And you should get the hell outta here!” He lashes out as a small orange flame burns menacingly in his palm. Touya winces, gritting his teeth at the dull pain.
Keigo’s lips press into a thin line. He’s not sure how careful he’s going to be, considering he’s already breaking the number one rule of time travel. He’s deliberately interfering with the past.
“There’s no need for that. Why are you sitting here by yourself this late? Does your family know you’re out here?”
Touya’s getting progressively more and more irritated with Keigo’s questions; this one emotionally exhausts him, and he crushes the flame into a fist. It stings when it fizzles out, and the faint smell of sizzling flesh permeates the air. Touya pulls his knees up to his chest on the log.
“He’s supposed to meet me here. He…he…,” He trails off, throat constricting as his body betrays him, threatening to dissolve into sobs for the thousandth time tonight. Keigo’s heart clenches in his chest at the sound of Touya’s broken soul. A thin layer of steam wafts off of him, and Keigo inhales sharply.
He can’t let him catch fire.
“Listen…I know what it’s like…to feel like you don’t matter to your parents…” Keigo speaks softly, but his words earn a furious glare from Touya. The kid shudders, rubbing at his face with balled-up fists to force the tears away.
“You don’t know anything,” He seethes, venom coating his tone even as his voice cracks.
“I know that you’re upset. And, as a former Pro Hero, it’s my job to help you out,” Keigo replies with a genuine smile.
Touya raises an eyebrow, his fury replaced with confusion.
“Huh? You’re not a Pro Hero.” Touya puts his feet back on the ground.
“Says who?” Keigo chuckles.
“What’s your hero name, then?” Touya presses.
“Eh, you’re too young to know about me.” Keigo waves dismissively.
Touya turns his attention to the dirt at his feet. He might as well get it out to a total stranger; it’s not like he’ll ever see him again. Besides, he clearly isn’t going to leave him alone. Whatever his motive may be, it’s distracting him from crying more. Touya will entertain anything that’ll stop him from crying and feeling like a puny failure.
His shoulders move up and down with the deep sigh that bursts from his lips.
“I just want my Dad to look at me…” He mutters with a sideways glance.
Now, Keigo’s getting somewhere.
“Why?”
Touya snorts like Keigo just asked the stupidest question on the planet.
“What do you mean why?”
“What’s so special about your Dad?” Keigo pries. Touya kicks at the dirt.
“He’s…he’s the strongest person I know…”
‘Interesting.’
“So you wanna be strong?”
“Duh! Doesn’t everyone?” Touya huffs, rolling his eyes.
“Anything else you’d like to be? Being strong isn’t everything, y’know.”
“And how would you know?”
“Well, I used to be one of the fastest heroes ever. Top-ranked. I was all about speed,” Keigo explains as he leans back on his palms, the wood pressing into his skin. Touya’s gaze is fixed on Keigo now, listening intently. Keigo continues.
“Being at the top was very lonely.”
“I’m fine being alone,” Touya counters, rolling his shoulders back.
“Well…you were alone before I showed up. And you were crying. Make that make sense,” Keigo points out.
Touya’s quiet.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Touya grumbles again.
“Try me.”
The wind whistles through the trees, blowing some of Touya’s snowy white hair out of his face. He rubs at his arms, not from the chilly air, but from reluctant anxiety. Finally, he breaks the silence.
“My Dad used to tell me how I was meant for great things…that I was gonna be the best…and…one day…I messed it all up.”
Keigo frowns.
“What do you mean, ‘messed it up’?”
Touya’s cheek glow red from shame.
“My Quirk…it hurts me,” He whispers.
“Oh…” Keigo tries to act surprised. “Y’know…I actually know a Quirkless hero.”
“No such thing.”
“I’m serious. He worked really hard, and he had a good group of friends that he made. Now, he’s teaching young heroes, and he’s got a really cool Pro Hero Suit that helps him like a Quirk would.”
“I don’t want a stupid mech suit…I need to do better on my own. I gotta do whatever it takes…even if I get hurt.”
This feels impossible. Touya’s just as stubborn as ever, and Keigo’s running out of ideas that don’t involve overstepping boundaries. He’s gotta get through to him…so…maybe he needs to rip off the bandage.
“Sometimes…we lose control of our Quirks. And it can have really bad consequences.”
Keigo’s comment sounds unrelated at first, but Touya rubs his thumb over the burn on his palm. His jacket rubs up against the burns on his torso from training earlier in the week.
“What are you saying?”
“I’m saying,” Keigo sighs…he really doesn’t wanna do this…it almost goes against everything that Hatsume said…, “I’m saying…if you’re not careful, you’ll really lose control of your Quirk. And you’ll die.”
The leaves rustle as the wind howls throughout the mountain.
“I’ll…die?” Touya’s voice is small.
Keigo nods.
“You ever seen a really bad fire? Like a house fire?”
“Uh-huh. On TV.”
“That’ll be what happens…and you won’t be able to stop it.” Keigo’s jaw clenches; he can hear Hatsume reprimanding him already. Hopefully, if this works, that won’t happen at all. Keigo’s the only one who will remember the original timeline in the first place.
“Why not?” Touya snaps.
“Do you know how you would stop it?”
There’s a beat of silence.
“No…”
Touya sniffles again, his mind and heart wrestling with one another as he struggles to grasp the gravity of Keigo’s words. His Quirk could kill him one day if he loses control…Touya’s never really thought about that before. Yeah, it hurts him…but killing him? Touya had never even considered that it was a possibility. Man…he really is the weakest…
“Why am I like this…” Touya mumbles to himself, barely audible.
“You can’t be the greatest hero if you’re dead,” Keigo quips, hoping his words will stick.
“Yeah…I guess you’re right,” Touya concedes as a deep despair settles in his gut. He squeezes his elbows, subtly hugging himself to try to get a grip. Keigo sees the tears welling up in the young boy’s eyes again, and he clears his throat.
“You mentioned you wanna be like your dad earlier. Does your dad ever look happy?”
That catches Touya off guard, and he sniffles before turning to look at Keigo.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, when’s the last time you saw him laugh?”
“I’m…not sure…probably a long time ago,” Touya replies.
“So do you think he enjoys what he does?”
“I…I guess not…,” Touya trails off, brow furrowing in confusion. “I…” His head whips up. This stranger is trying to discourage him from being a hero, isn’t he? “Who are you? Are you some stupid villain trying to trick me?! Trying to stop me from becoming the greatest hero ever as part of your stupid evil plan?”
Keigo chuckles, shaking his head.
“No. I meant what I said. I used to be a big hero back in the day. Now, I try to make sure people know the truth about what it means to be one. It’s hard. It’s really hard. And it’s not impossible, but it’s definitely a career you should only go into if your heart is in it.” Keigo holds his hands up in a peaceful gesture. He doesn’t want to be on the receiving end of Touya’s flames.
“I…,” Touya starts tearing up, “I want it to be in it.” He’s getting so ungodly frustrated as his heart and his mind wage war on one another, using Keigo and Enji’s words as fuel.
“Hey…,” Keigo hesitantly puts his hand on Touya’s shoulder, “It’s okay for things not to work out how you want. That’s how life is sometimes, no matter how stubborn or strong or fast or smart you are.”
Touya takes in a staggering breath before he nods.
“I just want Dad to look at me again. I don’t know why he had to do this…to make me so mad at Shoto…it’s all his fault. He messed up everything…and made me hate him…”
‘Oh?’
“So you don’t want to hate your brother?” Keigo briefly curses himself for not playing dumb, but Touya seems too absorbed in his emotions to even notice.
“Why should I? He didn’t do anything…other than be born…” Touya mutters.
‘Maybe I can get him to open up more.’
“Have you talked to your mom about any of this?”
“She wouldn’t understand,” Touya huffs.
“Why not?”
“She’s-” Touya’s voice catches in his throat as his eyes glaze over, lost in thought. Overwhelming internal conflict crosses his face, nose scrunching as he grits his teeth and balls his hands into fists.
Keigo perpetuates the silence, allowing Toya to attempt to process his own feelings and logic. Obviously, this is the first time Touya’s ever done this much introspection, and it’s starting to take its toll.
Finally, Touya breaks through the stillness of the night.
“She’s kinda like me…but…different.”
“What do you mean?”
“I see how she moves…how she gets really small whenever Dad is around…she always looks like she wants to say something, but she never does…not to him. Besides…he sent her away…so…what’s the point?” Touya roughly kicks a rock at his feet, watching it skitter toward the pond before stopping at the edge.
Keigo sighs.
“Have you tried visiting her?”
“Not old enough to go by myself. Not like Dad would even take me if I asked…he probably would just pretend it was the wind.” Touya starts chewing on the inside of his cheek.
“Sounds like your Dad is a real piece of shit,” Keigo clicks his tongue.
Touya laughs for the first time.
“Yeah…most days. He wasn’t always like that…” Touya trails off, throat constricting as the intense urge to burst into tears grips him by the heart again.
“Really?”
“Yeah,” Touya sniffles, “He used to spend time with me all day. It was nice. I miss it a lot.” His voice grows soft and quiet.
He’s gotta stop Touya from feeling guilty, or it’ll eat him alive.
“Y’know…whatever your Dad’s got goin’ on…I don’t think it’s about you.”
Touya makes a small noise that’s a mix between shock and annoyance. Keigo decides to double down.
“I don’t think you did anything wrong. And I don’t think he deserves any of your attention. Have you ever thought about giving him a taste of his own medicine?”
“What do you mean?” Touya raises an eyebrow, wiping his residual tears and snot with his sleeve.
“Ignore him as much as he ignores you. Maybe he’ll start to notice,” Keigo shrugs.
“But-” Touya starts; Keigo cuts him off.
“Listen, kid. I think your Dad has a lot of stuff he needs to work out on his own. I know it hurts. I know it’s hard to understand, but you gotta trust me. Don’t burn yourself into the ground. You definitely won’t become a hero that way.”
Touya’s posture slumps, and he leans forward to stare at the pond. He reaches down, picking up a rock and tossing it. This time, it skitters a few feet before sinking into the water.
“And…what if I never do it…what if I’m never good enough?” Touya mumbles.
“Then…maybe try to find something that you are good at.”
“I don’t do anything other than train…all the other kids at school talk about being heroes all the time,” Touya retorts, his voice growing quieter again as he withdraws into himself.
“And you really think they’re all gonna make it?”
Touya cocks his head. He’d never actually thought about that.
“No…”
“Well, there ya go. At least you won’t be setting yourself up for that, y’know?”
The thirteen-year-old makes a sound akin to a frustrated growl from a dog.
“But I don’t wanna do anything else!”
Keigo swallows his own growl of annoyance at Touya’s stubbornness; it seems like he’s making progress at least.
“It’s not gonna make him look at you…and you’re no good to look at if you’re ashes in the wind.”
Touya blinks.
“That’s dark.”
“Sorry.”
The moon rises higher in the sky as Touya stares up through the trees, taking note of the glittering constellations splattered against the night. The more he thinks about the stranger’s words…
“You make it sound like you know I’m gonna die…”
Panic seizes Keigo by the throat.
“I-uh…”
Touya’s eyes narrow.
“Am I supposed to die tonight?” Touya blurts with wide eyes.
“I can’t answer that,” Keigo replies, wringing his hands.
Touya lifts his chin higher.
“You my spirit guardian or somethin’? I didn’t think we were supposed to be able to see you,” Touya huffs.
“Something like that.”
Touya’s skeptical smirk softens at the edges.
“Hm. Guess I am special then if you are,” Touya hums to himself, rubbing his arm. “Man…this really sucks.”
“I’m not trying to crush your dreams, kid. Just redirecting them. It’s for your own good,” Keigo whispers, patting him on the shoulder. Touya’s flinch is barely noticeable.
“I wonder if my Dad’s dad sent you…that’s why he became a hero…and look what happened…”
Keigo chews his bottom lip, unsure how to respond if Touya truly believes that he’s some kind of protective, wise spirit.
“I’ll do it. I’ll go home…I won’t come back. If that’s what you think I should do. I don’t like it…but…you’re right. I don’t wanna die.” Touya wipes more tears away with the back of his hands as he takes a few deep breaths, trying his best to calm himself down.
“I wanna apologize to Mom…I said some pretty mean stuff to her before she got sent off,” Touya murmurs as he kicks another rock before pushing himself off the log. “Good talk, stranger.” He starts to wander off.
“Hey, kid!” Keigo calls out, and Touya looks over his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“Don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough. Because you are. Whatever you’re meant to do, it’ll find you. Give it time.”
Touya’s lips curl into a grin.
“Thank you,” He bows before heading back down the path. Tears well up in Keigo’s eyes as he stifles a sob. He was just a scared, insecure little kid. It tears his heart in two to think that he suffered out here all alone in the dark. He just wanted acceptance and love…isn’t that what every kid wants? He wants to make his parents proud.
The hair on the back of Keigo Takami’s neck stands on end, and a sickening chill runs down his spine.
He’s being watched.
He slowly turns his head to see the shadow of a man behind him, standing between the trees. He’s wearing a hat and a suit.
“Pity. I thought I’d get the chance to speak with the boy.”
That voice.
Keigo has to steel his resolve. He can’t fail. Not when he’s come this far.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave him alone. He’s not gonna listen to anything you have to say.” Keigo’s tone is even, but he can feel his body shaking.
“What an odd thing to tell a complete stranger. You talk like I came with ulterior motives. Can an elderly man not take a relaxing walk in the mountains?”
Keigo’s fingers twitch against the watch on his wrist.
“Trust me. You don’t want him.”
“And what makes you think your advice is better than mine?”
“Because I’m putting him first. Besides, his passion could burn down the whole damn world if he wanted it to. You shouldn’t invest in someone that reckless,” Keigo scoffs, parroting the words Garaki used to describe Dabi in his prison cell.
Right as All For One steps out into the light, Keigo hits the button on the watch.
Click.
…
…
Keigo opens his eyes…and the first change he notices makes him drop to his knees and weep.
His wings.
His wings are back.
Keigo’s suit has disappeared, replaced with his old Pro Hero outfit from which he proudly flexes his wings.
He doesn’t know how much has changed, but clearly, a lot has changed, considering he has his wings. He grabs the back of his neck and feels unmarred skin…his scars are gone.
Keigo Takami’s entire body shudders as the sensation overload wracks his nerves; he forgot how his Quirk used to feel. He could sense and hear so much with his feathers. It’s going to take some more time for him to get used to it again.
“Hawks? You don’t have clearance here. What are you doing?”
Keigo whirls around to see Mera of all people walking toward him. He takes in his surroundings; Mei’s lab has been replaced with some shitty security room.
“Sorry! Got lost lookin’ for the bathroom down here!” Hawks bows before darting out the door past him, trying to search his memories for what floor he must be on. He runs to the nearest elevator, pressing the lobby button as he taps his foot. The moment the doors open, he starts speedwalking down the hallway toward the main exit.
“Hey there, Number Three!”
Hawks grunts as a strong hand claps him on the shoulder, and he nearly stumbles into the wall. He turns around, surprised to see Mirko of all heroes, with all her limbs intact. He’s talked to her maybe six separate times in his past life, and now, she’s shoving him as if they’re old friends.
“Uh, hey,” Hawks mutters sheepishly, his brain reeling at all of the stockpiling differences. “Can’t talk now. Got a call,” He blurts.
“Loser. Catch ya later, then!” She sticks her tongue out before sauntering back down the hallway, further into the HPSC building.
Keigo walks out into the blinding sunlight before pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He types the words into the search bar on his phone.
SEKOTO PEAK INCIDENT
NO RESULTS.
He clears the bar before typing again.
TOUYA TODOROKI
He clicks on the first link.
Grand Opening: Cinders & Needles Tattoo Studio
Tears prick at the edges of Keigo’s eyes.
Thirty-six-year-old Touya Todoroki stands in front of a tattoo parlor with fluffy white hair and striking turquoise eyes, grinning with a hand on his hip as he leans against the doorway, showing off a sleeve of rindou flowers and blue flames running up his arms. He scans the biographical blurb in the article…there’s something about his brother doing Quirk Suppressant research…inventing a medication of some kind…Touya’s on it, whatever it is. Touya lives with his sister and mother in an apartment…his parents are divorced.
Keigo’s eyes widen.
Endeavor retired after his youngest child, Shoto, surpassed him in the rankings.
He skims the rest of the article, looking for an address.
Would it be weird for him to show up?
Does Touya even know who he is?
Keigo closes his eyes as he holds the phone to his chest, turning his face up to the sunlight.
Touya’s alive.
Touya’s safe.
That’s all that matters.
And by the looks of things, Dabi apparently had more influence on the events of the wars than previously perceived.
Maybe…Hawks should just take a walk.
…
…
…
Hawks barely rounds the corner of the block when he halts in his tracks in front of a bookstore window.
There, squatting beside a horde of bookshelves, is Touya Todoroki.
He’s got silver-rimmed glasses that rest on the thin bridge of his nose, sitting in front of a pair of brilliant turquoise eyes. His fluffy white hair hangs in his face; it’s a little longer than it was when Hawks first met Dabi.
He’s wearing a black sweater with blue flames embroidered at the bottom; it resembles a homemade gift. It’s a little strange for him to wear something like that when the sun is beating down, but Touya’s always been a little unconventional to begin with.
Hawks stands there open-mouthed as he leans in to try to get a better look at the stack of books in Touya’s arms.
One book says “Surviving Your Narcissistic Parent” and “Healing Your Inner Child” while a third appears to be some cryptic crime thriller that involves patricide based on the title.
Hawks grimaces, panicking as he immediately darts toward the door.
The bell above him rings, and someone from the counter welcomes him as he stumbles inside, awkwardly walking down the side to a bewildered Touya Todoroki.
“Hey!” Hawks waves, flashing a smile that has Touya shifting from foot to foot. He stops a few paces in front of him. “I just wanted to say I like your sweater!”
Touya’s pale cheeks flush subtly.
“Uh…thanks…my sister made it for me…” Touya mumbles awkwardly, picking at a loose strand by the hem. “That’s really why you were staring? Those windows are two-way, y’know.”
Keigo’s really bad at this when he’s flustered. He doesn’t see Touya as a mission anymore, so the words aren’t coming to him naturally. He doesn’t come up with a reply fast enough.
“Do I know you?” Touya pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m sorry, you seem really familiar.” Touya can’t stop ogling Hawks’ brilliant crimson wings, as if they’re some sort of distraction getting in the way of putting together a puzzle.
“Oh, I’m so sorry. That was rude. Name’s-” Hawks pauses. In the last timeline, nearly every word he’d told Dabi was a lie.
No lies this time.
“My name’s Keigo. Keigo Takami.”
“Touya.” Touya slightly bows.
“Just Touya?” Keigo raises an eyebrow as he returns the gesture.
“The other half’s not important,” Touya shrugs with a half-hearted smile. He looks the hero up and down again, hiding contemplation behind his smirk.
“So…do you wanna ask me to commission my sister for a sweater or do you wanna ask me out? Or is it a secret third thing?” Touya snickers, and Keigo’s cheeks turn beet red.
“Um-”
“Look. I can tell you’re some kind of Pro Hero type. You’re wearing that goofy outfit. I think the only crime I committed was interrupting your patrol. Normally, I’d be creeped out. Lucky for you,” Touya takes another deliberate up-and-down look at Hawks, “I think you’re cute. So if you buy my books, I’ll pay for dinner.”
‘No way it’s that easy,’ Hawks thinks to himself, blinking dumbly at Touya, unable to form any sort of sensible answer.
Touya taps his foot impatiently.
“I’m not getting any younger, birdie. You gonna change your mind?”
That pulls Hawks out of his stunned state, and a small swarm of feathers whisks the books out of Touya’s hands.
Ok so I think a lot of people have this image of Dabi absolutely dominating the fuck out of our sweet baby Hawks. But I have this headcannon that when the two eventually get together and start getting intimate, it becomes clear that Touya has never had sex before. He's never had the luxury of a quiet moment of intimacy with a lover - he has been so hellbent on revenge across the past decade that he never opened himself up to dating or meeting someone. He knows his scars and charred skin are probably repulsive to most people so he has avoided romantic connections at all costs, disgusted with his appearence.
And then he meets Keigo.
It takes a while to let his guard down after the war - to let Keigo see all of him as he is. Touya is so goddamn surprised to learn that Keigo likes him exactly as he is - charred flesh and all.
Late at night, when their bodies are intertwined and the lights of Keigo's apartment are dimmed low, Touya will let himself be kissed and touched and loved. Keigo will skim kisses across Touya's purple and mottled jawline. If Touya seems relaxed, he'll even reach down to caress the flame villain's hard length over his boxers.
For a while, Touya is always hesitant in bed, never quite sure what to do with his body. At 28, he's never been touched or kissed or stroked. He's so touch starved that Keigo needs to constantly proceed with caution. He works overtime to make sure Touya knows he's safe and that it's alright that he's never had sex before.
Touya knows that if he was on the outside looking in, he'd assume that big bad Dabi is the one dominating the couple's bedroom. But in reality, the intimacy they share has no master or dom. There are only soft, feather light touches and reassuring whispers. Touya learns that pleasure and pain do not go hand in hand - there can be gratification without punishment. He can lose himself in the feeling of Keigo's strong body agains this own, without guilt.
Maybe someday they'll fuck. Maybe one day the bed they share will hold more than just soft caresses and kisses. But for now - what they have is more than enough.
There's absolutely no rush - the war is over, and they have all the time in the world.
Just posted a new chapter of my dabihawks fic, Smoke Signals :)
Chapters: 10/12
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Tokoyami Fumikage, Dabi | Todoroki Touya & Todoroki Shouto
Characters: Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Tokoyami Fumikage, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Fuyumi, Todoroki Natsuo, Todoroki Rei, Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku
Additional Tags: hotwings, Smoking, Making Out, Rough Oral Sex, Forest Sex, Hook-Up, Wing Kink, Takami Keigo | Hawks Acts Like a Bird, Dabi Is Literally Hot, Dom/sub Undertones, Dirty Talk, Top Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Bottom Takami Keigo | Hawks, Time Skips, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Enemies to Lovers, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Spanking, wing play, Quirk Use During Sex (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks POV, Not Canon Compliant, Breathplay, Happy Ending, Drinking, Flirting, Desperation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Panic Attacks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor's Bad Parenting, Hero Public Safety Commission's Bad Parenting (My Hero Academia), Barebacking, Canon-Typical Violence, slight whump, catching feelings, Rimming, Falling In Love, reverse slow burn, Fuck first fall in love later, Eventual Inmate Dabi | Todoroki Touya, Pre-War and Post-War dabihawks, Riding, Couch Sex, Cowgirl Position, Conjugal Visits, Love Confessions, Feelings Realization, feelings are hard, Fluff, Fluff and Smut
Summary:
Several quiet beats pass between them. Far away, the ruckus of the rest of the League echoes into the night. Everyone always goes buck wild after these meetings, all riled up.
Dabi holds his hand out. In the shadows it’s hard to see his face, even with Hawks’ eyesight.
“Light?” He offers again, flicking his fingers together. A tiny blue flame pops into existence in his palm and dances against the dark. It’s…sort of beautiful. Like a miniature star.
“…Yeah.” Hawks nods minutely and bridges the gap, stepping closer. He dips the cigarette into the small fire and lifts his hand to shield it from the wind.
Dabi shakes his head. “It won’t go out on its own. Don’t insult me, Birdie.”
Hm. Hawks isn’t sure if it’s the funny nickname or the first breath of nicotine, but he gets a head rush.
“Thanks.” He says, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Warmer already.
***
Or, where Hawks and Dabi start out as nothing, and turn into something, over time. It's complicated.
Dabi looked up at his nickname and glanced over at Hawks, who was sprawled on the couch across from him. "What?"
He watched a smile crawl across Hawks' sun-kissed face. "Look at the TV for a second?" He requested.
Confused, Dabi did so. The TV was off, all he saw was his own reflection in the black screen. "Why?"
"Now look back at me." Hawks directed. Again, Dabi did, and Hawks' smile grew bigger. "Look at the bookshelf."
Sighing, Dabi turned around to look at the bookshelf. "Why? It's a stupid piece of junk."
"Aaand look back at me again." Hawks ignored his question. Annoyed now, Dabi turned back to face him. "Okay, now-"
"No, I'm not looking at any more crap until you explain." Dabi said firmly. Hawks, inexplicably, went pink in the cheeks and pursed his lips, a shy chuckle in his throat. Dabi raised an eyebrow at him, waiting.
"... Your... Your pupils get bigger every time you look at me." Hawks admitted at last.
"... Oh." Dabi blinked, suddenly self-conscious and annoyed at that uncontrollable reflex giving away his feelings. "Your pupils haven't changed." He accused.
"I haven't looked away from you." Hawks pointed out, that sly grin back on his face. He sat up, then rose to his feet and crossed to Dabi, coming to stand in front of him.
He looked up at the ceiling fan over their heads for several seconds, and Dabi just watched, waiting, until Hawks lowered his head again. The hero's pupils were pinpricks for half a second, before they blew wide, swallowing his golden irises like a solar eclipse. "Did you see it this time?" He asked softly.
Dabi swallowed the funny feeling in his chest, reaching up to grab Hawks' hips. He dutifully knelt, until he was straddling Dabi's lap. "Do it again." Dabi breathed. Hawks looked away, glancing around at the couch and the front door, before looking back at him.
Again, his pupils swelled into dark pools as his eyes searched Dabi's. He could see his reflection in them, Dabi realized, and he was almost certain his pupils were just as big. Keeping the eye contact up, his grip tightening on Hawks' hips, he kissed him, and saw his pupils swell until only the thinnest sliver of gold remained.
chapter 2 excerpt — dabihawks first time
read full story here
The second the door shuts with Shouto and Natsuo’s leave, Touya pushes the hero towards his bedroom and pounces on him, causing Keigo to fall back onto his bed with an, “oof!”
Touya swallows Keigo’s laughter and pulls at the hem of the hero’s shirt, rucking it up to mouth at the tanned skin of his sternum. Keigo moans and arches his back, quickly taking off his shirt and pressing his feathers along the healthy skin his hands don’t reach, talons slightly biting into the flesh of Touya’s thighs.
Keigo’s hands slide up to squeeze Touya’s ass, appreciating the fat that’s accumulated on the scarred man’s body from eating regularly this past month. Keigo groans at the give and moves one hand to grip at Touya’s waist — the soft squish of Touya’s belly makes heat tingle at the base of Keigo’s spine.
Touya pulls back to fully look at Keigo. The way Keigo’s chest shines with his spit, glints in the dim light around the darker marks made by his own teeth, makes Touya bite his lip.
“Touya, c’mere,” Keigo mumbles, the hands at Touya’s thighs and waist pulling him over to meet Keigo’s open mouth, the hero's tongue sliding inside and lighting the kerosene that sits behind Touya’s teeth.
Touya grinds down with purpose, slow and heavy for the hero to feel his consuming desire. Keigo’s moan vibrates against Touya’s mouth, down his throat, and he works his hips again, desperate for Keigo’s sound.
"Feels like someone's happy to see me, hm?" When Keigo smiles, his golden eyes molt into the only heat that Touya feels will never hurt him.
Touya wants Keigo to want him, to need him, just as badly as he does.
He grips golden locks between scarred palms and licks a stripe from the edge of Keigo's jaw up his stubbled cheek.
Keigo’s sharp inhale against Touya’s ear makes his skin hot, and it has nothing to do with his quirk. When Touya feels a taloned hand start to creep inside the bottom of his borrowed shorts and feels cool air graze the bared skin of his ass before the almost burning heat of Keigo’s palm grabbing one of his cheeks fully, a moan spills from his lips and his head falls to the crook of Keigo’s neck.
Keigo’s hand fondles his asscheek, jiggling the meat of it before giving it a light spank, and it makes Touya laugh, “You're ridiculous, Birdy.”
Keigo turns his head to smirk at Touya, “You’ve got a really cute ass,” punctuating his statement with another firm squeeze.
Touya groans at the tease of Keigo's talons scraping at his most secret parts, “Then do somethin’ ‘bout it.”
He bites down at the juncture between Keigo’s neck and shoulder and feels the shudder that wracks through the hero’s body. He presses his smile into the skin before sucking hard.
He feels a soft and fringed pressure start to trail under his shirt and up to his chest, “Hm?” the hero playfully muses as two red feathers firmly press down against Touya’s nipples and cause the man to gasp at the pleasure that zings through his spine, “Do something… Like what?”
The feathers start to move, light circles at first before alternating to firm sweeps, causing Touya’s hips to shake into Keigo’s hard length and unrelenting grip.
Touya’s cock starts to weep, a few spots of damp stickiness stamped into the front fabric of his shorts.
His spine arched, belly sliding against the hero’s tight core. He stretches his neck to run his tongue along Keigo’s earlobe, nipping just a bit under the hero’s black stud, “Fuck me.”
Keigo’s cock twitches under Touya’s own, and they both moan.
When Touya looks at Keigo’s flushed face, he sees those molten honey eyes have widened into wonder. Keigo’s hand leaves his ass to cup his face, “You sure?” Keigo asks against his mouth.
Touya bites his scarred lip and moves back to sit on Keigo’s thighs as he takes off his shirt.
Keigo’s heart blooms in his chest. Touya never takes his shirt off.
Keigo surges up to kiss the scarred man hard.
He sends his feathers to fetch necessary supplies, his own hands cupping Touya’s bare tits, thumbing over puffy nipples, and drinking in every single sound that leaves Touya’s lips. He trails his mouth down Touya’s neck, kissing every staple within sight and whispering utter devotion into stitched skin — ‘so good, so fuckin' beautiful, baby, you're gonna look so fuckin’ good on my cock, so fucking pretty in my hands, Touya, fuck, thank you, thank you, Touya…’
His teeth scrape a pebbled nipple, and there’s no hesitation before he takes it into his mouth, savoring the velvet feel against his tongue, the pliant give between his bite.
Touya starts to shake all over. His trembles feel glorious under Keigo’s hands, the vibrations against clinging feathers making the hero borderline delirious.
There’s absolute filth spilling out of Keigo’s mouth, dirty promises to take Touya higher than anything he could ever shoot up his veins, and it makes Touya so fucking hot.
No one has ever made Touya feel this way, like he’s about to be pulled apart by his very own seams — so utterly worshiped, so deliciously lewd.
It’s not until he hears the unmistakable sound of something ripping that he registers that Keigo’s talons have shredded Touya’s shorts to tatters.
He's so sensitive, even just the air against his hole brings him to the edge.
“Fuck,” Touya sighs helplessly as Keigo’s mouth bites a trail to his other nipple. “Kei,” He grips onto blond hair tightly and squeezes the man’s shoulder, needing something to occupy his hands just to deal with the tension.
A soft pressure nudges at the hand Touya grips Keigo’s shoulder with. When Touya focuses on looking in that direction, he sees a curled feather carrying a bottle of lube. He opens his hand to engulf both the feather and bottle before maneuvering the objects around a bit until the feather is held between his thumb and middle finger, the lube secure within the cup of his palm.
Touya slips his fingers free from blond locks and slides them down until they curve around Keigo’s strong jaw, urging the hero’s attention away from Touya's chest. Mischievous gold eyes hold slow contact with Touya’s own as Keigo bites down, sending another zing of hot pleasure down Touya's spine, before slowly easing back and pulling Touya’s nipple taut between his teeth. Touya moans and sucks in a gasp when Keigo lets go, feeling a blurt of his precome smear onto Keigo’s stomach.
Keigo smirks.
Touya's eyes narrowed before giving his own slow, devious smile, “How sensitive are your feathers?”
Keigo’s eyes flicker to the feather held between Touya’s two fingers before looking back at him, “Why?”
Touya gathers a pool of heated saliva on his tongue before bringing the feather to his lips and opening his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, and giving the feather a full and languid lick.
Keigo’s pupils dilate and his spine goes ramrod straight, hands squeezing Touya’s waist so tightly, “Shit.”
Keigo feels every single hot centimeter of Touya's tongue, every slick groove and soft ridge slithering up the hero’s spine and tingling down to his toes.
The reaction causes Touya to smile so fully — pearly whites and pink tongue and glinting stud. Keigo momentarily blanks with how fucking pretty Touya is when he smiles like that.
That pretty smile closes, both rows of blinding teeth disappearing behind two-toned lips closing over the top half of Keigo’s feather, staple-lined cheeks hollowing out with a firm suck.
Keigo’s head falls in a groan, forehead pressing into Touya’s collarbone, “Fuck, you're so hot,” and he means that both figuratively and literally because he can feel the heat of Touya’s mouth, how wet it is and how soft the man’s tongue is around that fucking piercing.
Touya moans around the feather, and the sensation overwhelms Keigo — the feeling of being physically inside Touya makes Keigo feel absolutely wild.
Keigo looks up to memorize the scene, thumbing Touya’s plump bottom lip, "One day, I'm gonna push my cock between this gorgeous mouth of yours," He promises.
In desperation, his hands slide down to Touya’s ass and squeeze the cheeks tightly, pulling them out to welcome Touya's tight heat to the home they've built these past two months within Keigo's safehouse. He uses his grip to bring the scarred man down and grind their cocks together.
He wills the feather in Touya's mouth to press down against the man's tongue and rub against the muscle the way his own tongue would.
The feeling of the feather moving against Touya’s tongue is extremely foreign to him but it feels so good. Touya moans again, making out with Keigo's feather to get blond’s spine to twitch like before.
Keigo groans and once again pulls Touya’s asscheeks apart, wider this time, before letting go and reveling in the smack they make when the flesh collides back together. When he does it again, he doesn’t let go, keeping one globe of flesh in each hand. “Touch yourself,” He begs, running a light and careful fingerpad across Touya’s bare hole, reveling in the flutter of puckered flesh when his talon dangerously grazes just underneath, “Please.”
Touya frantically nods, his chest heaving and hands fumbling to open the bottle and coat his fingers before reaching back and spreading the lube. He exhales a sigh at the feeling, and the feather on his tongue wiggles.
As Touya works his fingers in and sucks on the feather, Keigo takes to hooking his chin over Touya’s shoulder to watch, keeping the scarred man's cheeks apart and using his hold to grind against him.
It all feels so good, Touya wonders if he’ll be able to hold out. From the two fingers he's now thrusting in and out of his hole, to Keigo’s warm body and length grinding up into his own, his feather fucking his tongue, Touya feels the tell-tale pressure building quickly at the base of his spine and spread throughout his groin.
Keigo moves back to watch it all.
Seeing the way Touya moves above him, the circles Touya’s hips make, and the way his neck dangles back and to the side in pleasure makes something inside Keigo release, and he wants to be a part of everything that makes Touya feel good.
Touya feels Keigo’s left hand slightly pinch the flesh of his asscheek, causing him to yelp in surprise. He looks at the man to say something, but when Keigo brings that hand to his mouth and fucking bites the talons of his index and middle finger clean off, he can only gape.
Keigo takes advantage of Touya’s open mouth to rise up and thrust his own tongue down Touya's throat, alongside the feather, and both feather and tongue move against Touya’s own. Touya's whining keen is such a delight to be felt by both.
Touya feels Keigo’s arm wiggle between their bodies, under his spread legs, and when two wet fingers thicker than his own start to trace around his rim and touch his own thrusting fingers, he gasps and Keigo removes the feather from Touya’s mouth to the head of his weeping cock.
Keigo’s middle finger slides in alongside Touya’s own two and the wet feather rubs against the piercing that goes around Touya’s cockhead through his frenulum.
‘Of fucking course he’s pierced there,’ Sometimes, Keigo can’t even believe Touya is real.
Touya moans so loudly — his mouth opens wide and his voice cracks with the pitch of his throat. The staples at his cheeks strain.
Keigo smiles against those open lips, sucks the bottom in his own mouth, “Mmm,” and he bites at the scarred lip as he crooks his finger, feeling the way Touya’s mouth moves around pleasured whines, “That’s it, baby. Ride my fingers, just like that.”
Touya can’t help but pull Keigo in for another kiss, his body being wound up so tightly by this wonderful, wonderful man that he needs to express it, somehow, in any way he can. He sucks on Keigo’s tongue, presses the thumb of his free hand into Keigo's jaw, and curls his fingers into the short blond hair at the nape of Keigo’s neck — the way Keigo likes it, the way that makes him whine and groan into Touya’s working mouth.
Touya pulls back slightly and starts to tug at the waistband of Keigo’s sweats, “I can’t believe you did that,” He marvels, referring to the way Keigo had bit off two of his talons just so he could finger Touya open, “Fuck, doesn’t it hurt?”
“Worth it,” Keigo grins, a little smug as he uses his strength to slightly lift both him and Touya up in assistance to finally push down his sweats enough for his hard cock to literally bob out and smack his stomach. Touya sighs at the sight of it, and Keigo uses that moment to push his second finger in, causing Touya’s sigh to pitch up into a mewl.
Keigo curls his two fingers, and Touya’s back goes taut as a bowstring, “Keigo — !”
Keigo begins to fuck his fingers roughly into Touya’s wet hole, hitting that sweet spot over and over and over again, feeling the bumps and ridges of Touya’s own lax and slender fingers. The sounds that spill out of Touya’s pretty two-toned lips make the sweetest melody Keigo has ever heard.
Keigo wants to hear this song for the rest of his life.
The sight of Touya’s quivering body and heaving chest makes Keigo groan into Touya’s puffy nipple, taking it into his mouth with an audible suck before grabbing Touya’s waist with the hand that was clutching his ass. Keigo stretches and tilts his neck to speak straight into Touya’s ear, “D’you wanna cum?”
Touya shakes his head, and Keigo feels his slender fingers move out his hole, “No, n-not yet.”
Touya wipes off his fingers somewhere along the duvet before pushing Keigo’s shoulder until the hero’s back hits the mattress.
Touya hums as he crowds over Keigo, the change in angle pushing Keigo’s fingers even deeper against his spot. He sighs so lovely when he lolls his head back as his hips swivel and grind into them.
Keigo is so gone for him, "You're fuckin' stunnin’, love."
Touya props a hand on Keigo's chest, his heavy-lidded stare making Keigo dizzy.
Touya drags his hand down Keigo’s chest, his abdomen, scratches at the tuft of blond hair over Keigo’s pelvis before his thumb starts to circle the wet head of Keigo’s cock, watching the way Keigo’s pretty platinum lashes flutter at direct stimulation after so long, “Gods, how do you even look like that.” Touya uses the precum that’s already gathered and dripped down Keigo’s shaft to slide his fingers around it firmly, varying pressure and heat. He watches the hero’s expression at every touch and spits a thick wad of heated saliva onto the tip.
“Shit, Touya,” He loves Touya’s hands but he didn’t know their heat could be used to make him feel so good, twisting at the base and squeezing his cockhead. His mind goes fuzzy with what Touya will feel like inside, “You’re killin’ me here,” because Keigo doesn’t know how long he’ll last with those heavily lidded eyes, half-blazing blue framed by snow-white lashes, glued to him like that.
Touya smiles, and Keigo’s heart skips a beat before he crooks his fingers meanly, making those beautiful blue eyes widen with a gasp. Touya bends down to bite at Keigo’s jaw, “Want you to fuck me,” and digs a nail into the slit of Keigo’s cock as he pants, “Right now.”
Keigo groans, gently pulling his fingers out of Touya’s hole, cleaning them off in the similar manner Touya had, and fumbling with his feathers to scramble a condom on.
He smooths his hands down Touya’s body and pulls until the villain lies directly on top of him, wrapping his arms around Touya’s frame fully and kissing those two-toned lips with a tenderness he feels they’ve skipped out on this whole time.
The reverent slide of Keigo’s lips against his own simmers the boiling need that had been threatening to spill over within Touya. The warm press brings him back from the haze of seemingly insatiable lust and makes Touya feel like he has all the time in the world to learn the man under him.
Keigo pulls back, “How do you want me?” and he smooths his hand over Touya’s back in soothing motions, and Touya has an urge to stretch out like a cat.
Touya bites his lip and thinks about it, thinking about what he wants to feel and what he wants Keigo to feel. He has a feeling Keigo really wants to see his face, but Touya is starting to feel a little bit too exposed and needs a safe space. On the other hand, he wants to feel the hero completely surround him, go as deep as he can go, and touch wherever taloned hands covet in the moment.
He moves off of Keigo to lie on his side with his elbow hoisting his upper body up and uses his free hand to grab Keigo’s arm and pull it over his waist, the heat of Keigo’s skin immediately warming his own, “Like this?” He looks over his shoulder and raises his eyebrow.
Keigo lets out a satisfied hum and begins to get comfortable, reaching behind him to grab a pillow and stuff it where Touya’s head would lay before sliding his own arm under Touya’s neck and curling it around his shoulders. This way, Touya’s lower half remains sideways whereas his upper body has the mobility of either resting on his back to face Keigo or turning on his side to face the wall.
Touya likes the versatility.
Keigo pressed a kiss to Touya’s cheek, “Anything you don’t want, love?”
Touya’s aquamarine eyes meet Keigo’s with a trust that makes Keigo’s heart flutter tenfold, “Just don’t pull my hair. You can touch it, play with it, whatever, but not… like the way I do it to you.”
Keigo pushes Touya’s hips slightly forward, his large wing coming around to surround their bodies in an open cocoon, the feathers at the end dancing around the twinkling jewelry of Touya’s pierced navel, “Got it, Hot Stuff.”
He grabs the meat at the back of Touya’s inner thigh to spread him wide, pulling Touya's leg over his hip, and slides right in.
Keigo’s pelvis presses against the tops of Touya’s asscheeks and his cock is nestled so deep.
They both groan.
The all-encompassing heat around Keigo is absolutely maddening, and Keigo’s cock hits all of Touya’s right places.
Touya encouragingly moves his hips back with a whimper, and Keigo sighs in his ear, “Oh, Touya. You’re so fuckin’ lovely like this.”
The dam breaks.
Keigo’s hands are everywhere; squeezing Touya's tits, pressing into his belly, smoothing over his balls, and touching where they both connect, occasionally slipping a finger alongside Keigo's cock to hear Touya whine and feel the hitch of his breath through devoted feathers. Keigo uses the hand under Touya’s neck to smooth back his dampened bangs and kiss his smooth forehead, turn his jaw to capture his mouth and suck on his tongue. Keigo clasps his hand gently around Touya’s delicate throat — not choking but just enough pressure to remind Touya that Keigo is here, with him, around him, on him, in him.
When Touya comes, it’s with Keigo’s name on his lips, Keigo’s spit in his mouth, and feathers wrung tight around his thighs. It’s the look of Touya’s expression when he orgasms, his upturned brows and open mouth, that tips Keigo over the edge, too.
They stay like that for a moment, connected and dazed in the afterglow, with Touya’s hand buried in Keigo’s hair and Keigo's talons pressing into the meat of Touya’s chest.
When the haze finally clears, Keigo gently pulls out and rolls to collapse on his back, breathing heavily, “Wow. Fuck.”
Touya snorts, he can’t help but agree, “Yeah.”
He rolls to his other side and curls up against Keigo, folding an arm over the blond’s sweaty chest while red feathers scoop as much of the mess off Touya’s stomach before they float off to the sink.
“Rest, Kei. Put your feathers down and relax.”
Keigo winds an arm around Touya’s shoulders, “This is the most relaxed I’ve been in years,” before he uses a hand to press taloned fingers against Touya’s jaw and angle his head up, “We’re definitely doing that again. Gimme, like, ten minutes.”
Keigo catches Touya’s laugh in his mouth, and as he slowly kisses the hero, Touya thinks that if this is his last night of freedom, then he’s okay with it.
