A grunt. A moan. The rhythmic thump of headboard on drywall. Keigo had lost himself long ago, forgetting the mold crawling down the walls in the Leagues hideout. Dabi had forced his face down, ass up, suffocating against stained pillow cases, pounding into him with no remorse, branding a handprint into his nape. Nails and teeth. It hurt. It hurt so fucking good.
Dabi finished and pulled out. Keigos' legs felt boneless, unable to support his body. Wings flapped in stale air as he circled his fingers around his entrance. Dabi had already turned the shower on, but poked his head around the thin curtain separating the shower from the bedroom to blindly throw a damp towel. It hit Hawks in the face. Ever romantic.
Dabi smoked, after he fucked him.
The one constant; the only predictable variable in this strange grey they found themselves in.
Hawks wanted to be that smoke.
Dabi held his cig between his teeth, always a certain brand, Hawks knew the color but not the name, and lit it with his fingers. He took a long drag before running his pierced tongue over his teeth, jewellery silver like his staples. Dabi held it between a stray gap in his teeth when he was thinking. It glinted in the light.
Hawks watched from his position on the bed, stomach down, mouth open, drooling.
Dabi turned, handsome even with his scarring, and looked Hawks up and down, eyes lingering on his naked ass for longer than strictly necessary.
"What's goin' on in that pretty little head of yours, eh Birdie? Your pupils get any bigger and I won't be able to see that pretty amber I like so much."
He could stab him, probably, maybe. The smoke break was routine, easy to predict. Hawks weighed the pros and cons for a second before extinguishing that thought completely. Who else's cock would he slobber all over? Pathetic . A pathetic, disgusting young man.
"Pretty," Hawks repeated instead, disgusted, disbelieving, eyes still trained on Dabis' mouth, "bet you say that to all the boys."
Dabi chuckled, low and deep, stepping over and running cracked knuckles through his hair. Hawks' whined, letting his gaze lose focus. Dabi petted him like a dog as he blew smoke up into the air.
"Do you," Hawks cooed, swallowing, "do you have a spare, Touya?"
Dabi's eyebrows rose a fraction. "Roll over." Hawks did. Naked and exposed.
Dabi plucked the cigarette from his teeth, placing it into Hawks open mouth and telling him to breathe. It tasted disgusting, toxic. Hawks held it and reached out, sticking his fingers into Dabis' mouth and running them over his tongue, the piercing clinking against his talons. A moan soon morphed into a low chuckle and Dabi pulled away, his head dropping lower, lower. This was new. Hawks coughed.
"I bet you say that to all the boys ," Dabi was mocking him, now, a final laugh before his mouth was full, "you know I'm crazy about you."
And wasn't that just it.
Fuck.
End.