This is actually my first ever only My Hero Academia fanfic. I've written a lot of crossovers for it, but not straight up MHA. And my first Dabi x Hawks one. I jumped on that bandwagon lol. Enjoy~
"You sure do look at me a lot. Like what you see?" Hawks asked, leaning against the counter of the kitchen in his apartment. He was stupid for it, but Dabi was chilling at his home, on the couch, watching Hawks with a glare, almost judgmental. He wasn't bothered by it much. Dabi had a bad attitude, being glared at was hardly anything new or exciting.
"You got beat up. Just admiring the work of your assailant," Dabi said with a bland voice. It was true that Hawks was a mess, but he hadn't been beaten up. He was distracted and flew into a building, hitting the concrete side. He had scratched on his face and a broken hand. Once the public found out, he knew he'd be ridiculed, but didn't much mind. He'd been conditioned to not be phased by such things.
Hawks casually said, "I didn't get beaten up. I flew into the side of a building." He sounded unashamed as he sipped his beer. He was a bit surprised when the usually stoic, annoyed young man started to laugh. It shocked Hawks, but all he did was raise his brows in mild surprise before speaking again. "My pain makes you happy, it seems," he said casually.
"Of course it does," Dabi said, the laughter cut off sharply, as he caught himself and immediately reigned in his emotions. Hawks wasn't going to lie to himself, Dabi looked quite at ease on his couch, and it was a nice sight. Seeing him relaxed, even if he usually looked unbothered. But his body language gave away that he was comfortable.
"Want a beer?" Hawks asked. Dabi agreed, and Hawks got a can from the fridge, and tossed it across the room. The fire user missed catching it, and it hit the couch. "Impressive," Hawks commented. Dabi huffed, but opened the can after tapping the top with his fingernail, and took a sip.
It was otherwise silent, but for the hero and villain looking at one another. Hawks was the first to look away, and Dabi smirked. The hero was annoyed by the red face, hating that he thought Dabi was hot as fuck. Even though he was severely burnt in so many places, he was still attractive.
Nobody knew of Hawks' preferences, as he'd never had the opportunity to be in any sort of relationship. Not even friendship was allowed, let alone romance or even a one night stand. He was kept on a rope, though having Dabi around more made him feel enlightened, as it definitely would be frowned upon by the commission. But for once, he wanted to just tell them to fuck off. It wasn't like he was fucking Dabi or anything. If he tried, he would be unsurprised that the villain burnt him in the process, on purpose or not.
Hawks was in a tank top, wings relaxed, when he headed to the couch. He noticed the villain staring at his shoulder with a glare. "Got a problem with it?" he asked. The soul mark was on full display. The majority of heroes hid them, but he did not. Well, his costume hid it of course, but he didn't care about showing it when in casual wear.
The fans had already searched extensively for his other half, who he didn't expect to ever meet. It was unlikely to find your soulmate in such a big world. Not that you couldn't love someone who wasn't "destined". Hoping to meet the other was useless and not worth it to be disappointed. He didn't know if he'd even do anything if he found out who it was.
"It's stupid, showing it off," Dabi commented.
"Why?" Hawks asked curiously. Dabi looked sour, and didn't answer his question, only asked one of his own. He asked why Hawks showed it off. It wasn't normal to do really. "Am I supposed to be ashamed about it?" the winged hero asked, wondering why Dabi was so hung up on it.
Dabi sighed, and took a big swig of his can of beer. He finished it off quickly, and went to the fridge to get another. Hawks didn't care, buying more beer was easy enough. "What about yours?" he finally asked, the question in his mind since he saw the villain staring.
"What about what?" Dabi asked sourly. Hawks rolled his eyes, looking at him with a slightly annoyed look. "Mine was burnt away," the slightly older man said in a bland voice. Hawks was good at detecting lies, and he knew the other was lying through his teeth.
The number two smirked. "Someone is lying. What, are you shy? Is it somewhere embarrassing? Maybe on your ass or something?" He didn't know when he got comfortable enough to tease the dangerous fire wielder. But teasing people was something he was naturally good at. Had been for a long time.
Dabi narrowed his eyes at him, and walked over with his beer. He sat next to Hawks, very close. The avian quirk user raised his brows, wondering what he was doing. Maybe Hawks pushed him too far, who knew? "Did I piss someone off?" he asked in amusement, no self-preservation. Dabi had burnt many people alive, he was dangerous. Teasing him was walking on a tight rope with spikes below.
But then Dabi surged forward and smashed his lips against Hawks'. The hero was shocked at first before his hair was grabbed roughly, forcing him to stay attached to Dabi's lips, who owned his mouth and thrust his tongue inside. That got him, and Hawks roughly returned the harsh kiss. He reached down and grabbed Dabi's ass boldly.
He pulled his head away and started to bite Hawks' neck, leaving teeth marks roughly. His mouth was so hot, but his fire did not come out. While he was in no way expecting this, he couldn't say he didn't like it. Dabi was very attractive and intriguing. Hawks had no idea what his past was, or his real motives for being a villain.
After a particularly rough bite, Hawks ripped Dabi's shirt apart, more than strong enough to do so. Dabi grabbed his face, forcing him to only look at the blue eyes. "Don't," he said threateningly. Hawks assumed he didn't want his burns to be seen. They were quite extensive, and looked painful.
Without looking, Hawks pressed a hand to his chest, wondering if he planned on keeping his shirt on if they did anything more than kissing and groping. "Do your burns hurt?" Hawks asked, voice surprisingly gentle.
"You pitying me?" Dabi asked sourly.
Deciding to be honest, Hawks rolled his loose pant leg up high enough to show his terrible burn scar on his upper thigh. Dabi actually looked surprised. "It's not as bad as yours, but it still hurts sometimes," the hero said casually. "Seeing yours are all over your body, I'd imagine it's often or even always painful."
"How'd you get that?" Dabi asked, instead of answering. Hawks casually mentioned his father throwing battery acid at him when he was four. The villain actually had a look of anger on, and lightly touched the wound. It was almost intimate. "My burns hurt sometimes, but I'm used to it by now. I have to do treatment every night, but it's fast and well practiced," he said casually, but honestly. Hawks was genuinely surprised he got an answer. Dabi moved forward and kissed him again, though it wasn't rough anymore.
He wasn't sure what to make of this. Why the man was kissing him almost gently, though his hands were still rough as they started to rip his own shirt off. It was almost slow, hesitantly. Like he was waiting to see if Hawks didn't want such a thing. But he allowed him to destroy his shirt. He wasn't wearing his hero costume, so there was no shirt underneath.
Running his unburnt hands down Hawks' chest, he kneaded the muscles. The hero grabbed Dabi's hand with his good one and pulled him away before he moved to bite down on his neck. "I wont feel that," Dabi said, a bit breathless. "Good luck leaving a hickey there."
"Hmm," Hawks muttered, and then moved to his face, and quickly sucked a hickey on his cheek with a smirk. Dabi wasn't happy with this, and roughly shoved him down on the couch. His wings bent to be comfortable and not crushed. Hawks tried to push him away as he left his own hickey on Hawks' cheek. Dabi was strong and determined to leave his own mark.
"If you didn't want one yourself, you shouldn't have given me one," he hissed, smirking. He grabbed Hawks' hips, and ground his own groin against the hero's. Hawks let out a muffled moan. Dabi smirked. "Feeling good?"
"Gee, what made you think that?" Hawks asked sarcastically, even though he was breathless. He wasn't minding Dabi seeming the most dominant of the two.
"You ever been fucked, birdie?" Hawks flushed. "Didn't think so," the villain said, and moved to pull Hawks' pants off, thankfully not destroying them as they were his most comfortable sweatpants. While it was Hawks first time, he wasn't nervous or fearful. He, for some reason, trusted Dabi to not hurt him or be rough.
Maybe it was stupid to assume such a thing of an arsonist/murderer. Though Hawks had killed many times before. He didn't look down on Dabi for killing because he'd done it plenty as well. Dabi just only had fun with it while for Hawks it was just business and orders. And this was definitely not something the commission would approve of. But he didn't care, and was excited to know he did something to spit in their faces. When Hawks accidentally looked at Dabi's chest, he saw something beneath his chest's burns. It was half a circle, with a pattern inside of it. Only half of it was there, but it was more than enough.
He pressed a hand to it in shock. Dabi's expression grew alarmed and a bit fearful. Neither said a thing. Hawks was shocked that Dabi had the same mark as him. It was unreal. How was Dabi his soulmate?! "You didn't say anything," Hawks accused. Dabi pulled away and sat on the couch.
The hero's pants were half way off, and he sat up and shimmed them back up. "What was I supposed to say?" Dabi snapped.
"I don't know. Does it bother you? You disappointed?" Hawks asked curiously, keeping the worry and insecurity out of his voice. Dabi looked at him strangely, before saying a definitive, "No. Are you?" he asked, though not sounding insecure or worried. But challenging. Hawks thought for a moment.
But he knew what his answer was. "Surprisingly… I'm not," he confessed. Dabi looked truly shocked, unsure. But Hawks' face showed he was not lying. Not this time, he was telling the whole truth. What he saw next made Hawks' heart beat faster. A disarming, true smile came over Dabi's face. He'd never seen him actually smile. Only smirk or sneer.
Seeing the staples pull on his burnt jaw, Hawks wondered if he didn't smile because it hurt, too. He leaned down and kissed Hawks again, pinning him down, his hands above his head and pressed to the couch. Well, one hand. His broke one was treated gently and compassionately. The avian quirk user was still shocked a bit, but excited. Maybe Dabi actually wanted a soulmate. It didn't really seem he'd be that way, but with how gentle he was being now, Hawks doubted his first thoughts.
"When I was young, my 'father' wanted me to burn my soul mark off. There was no point in the whole thing, it was a waste of time," Dabi confessed, his words against Hawks' lips. "I didn't," he added.
"Did you think you'd find them?"
"Find you?" Dabi corrected. "No. Then your stupid ass showed up on TV with the mark in full view. Stupid hero. What if someone sees mine?" He sounded annoyed a bit.
"Well, you only know because I show it, right?" Hawks said, breathless as Dabi went down and yanked his pants off. He licked and kissed down the hero's chest. He bit him in a few places. The pain wasn't too bad, it was hot. Dabi's hands were hot and surprisingly soft, and no longer rough.
Hawks was starting to get nervous a bit when Dabi put his thumbs in the waistband of his boxers. "Don't worry," Dabi said. "I'll take care of you," he added.
"For how long?" Hawks wondered, breathing quickly.
"As long as I want," the villain replied with a smirk.