"And to think for a moment you had us… You had me fooled."

"You made it easy."

Dabi laughed. This dry strained sound with no humor. He doubted he'd ever truly laugh again.

"So, so what? That's it? You know I'll have to kill you."

"And I'll have to kill you, Dabi-"

"Oh stop with the fucking poetry, Keigo. Stop talking like you don't know me."

A strange part of Dabis' brain wished it wasn't him. Wished he didn't learn of Hawks true allegiances. A Hero puppet.

Fuck.

Shigaraki wouldn't be hesitating , Dabi admitted to himself. Shigarakis hands wouldn't be trembling. Or Spinners or-

Dabi was angry, could feel the fire blistering his back.

"I supported you," he said, making eye contact with Hawks. "I gave you friendship I...I let you into my bed. Were you using me?"

"You haven't attacked me yet. It obviously worked."

Dabi swung hard, hitting Hawks nose before he could react and turning his face away at the blood splatter from his nostrils. Hawks immediately countered, grabbing Dabis arms and restraining in the way he knew Dabi hated. They'd been intimate. Dabi had foolishly allowed himself to reveal his weaknesses.

I'll take care of you, don't worry. We won't do nothin' you don't wanna do.

Dabi didn't want this.

They tumbled to the ground, Dabi on his back and Hawks above him. His wings increased his weight, crushing Dabis' chest as he quickly recovered and straddled him. Dabi reached out, fast, grabbing Hawks' shoulders and burning . Singing through the fabric until Hawks cried out, grabbing his forearms, despite the fire, and pulling them underneath him, pressing them under the weight of his boots. Dabi yelled as his stitches tore.

Hawks was like a different person, an evil twin hidden all along, looking at Dabi with no love or care. Just disgust. Dabi struggled, unwilling to go down after allowing himself to be fooled. There was no honor among Heros. They lied, abused, stole. He'd thought Hawks was different, genuinely believed it too, ignoring his fundamental views in the face of potential change.

Hawks clamped his hands around his throat, talons digging in, and squeezed.

"I think we need a safeword."

Dabi paused, pulling away from Hawks shoulder and ignoring the bruising left behind. "Bit late."

"A bit, yeah," Hawks agreed, "But I think it'd be beneficial, y'know?"

"You're talking about us fuckin' like it's a damn business arrangement. All big words."

"You want a definition? No shame."

"Asshole."

"Of course. Now, safeword. What's something you wouldn't usually want to shout while we're fucking?"

"Shigaraki."

"Yeah, no."

"Kurogiri-"

"Can you stop listing names?!"

Hawks brought his finger to his chin in an over exaggerated thinking pose. "How 'bout a simple red, yellow and green type thing? You say red and I'll stop and vice versa, yeah?"

"Fine."

Hawks huffed, running his fingers through Dabis' hair and, almost torturously, not tugging. "You gotta promise, Dabi."

Dabi rolled his shoulders, looked away. Soft treatment wasn't for Villains like him. Endeavor had made sure to crush that idea when it was barely embers.

But Hawks looked at him, really looked, like hurting him would mean something. Dabi cracked.

"I...promise."

Hawks hands were strong, a bird-like trait, squeezing his windpipe, crushing, Dabi gasped and gaped and struggled.

And now his resolve was crumbling, like he'd been touched by all five of Shigarakis fingers, and he was a weak, weak man.

"Red."

Hawks stiffened as if stuck, hands faltering and eyes wide.

Dabi tugged his right hand free from the Hero's boot, skin gaping and bloody with the stitches torn. He gripped Hawks upper arm like it'd save him.

"Red, Keigo," cough, wheeze, "red, red, red, red, red-"

End