A/N: Warning, Dabi has some slight non-con fantasies, and gets touchy/assaulty.

Also, in the source material, Hawks gives Dabi Best Jeanist's body after the battle with the MLA. I decided to change the timeline for this story as it fits the flow better. So just wanted to let you all know for your information.

Other than that, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Chapter 19: Double

Present Day – Day 13

Dabi leans against the pony wall on the rooftop of a skyscraper in the business district within Endeavor's patrolling jurisdiction. He pulls a cigarette from his breast pocket and places it onto his lips as he sluggishly lights the stick with his Quirk.

He takes in a heavy drag, allowing the nicotine to dance inside his mouth before releasing a cloud of smoke in front of him. He instantly feels the edge subsiding and a complacent smile reaches his lips while he lets his mind wander on an entertaining purple-haired captive of his.

Dabi thinks about how feisty she was yesterday with him, talking about what she wants him to do to her. He thinks about taking those pictures of her that she mentioned. He imagines her laying down on that pullout bed, arms bound behind her back, legs tied together, a gag wrapped tightly around those plump lips of hers while those big lilac eyes look up at the camera begging to be released.

He thinks about taking her over while she's bound like that. She can't fight back against him, and when he closes his eyes, he can hear her muffled cries as he presses himself inside her. He can see the tears building in the corner of those purple orbs as she looks back at him with that fiery hatred that he's accustomed to.

He thinks about the video from his spy cam. She thought she was so clever trying to locate the cameras, but he hid them well. He thinks about the way she hiked up her leg over the edge of the tub, the way those soft hands travelled down her body until they reached the heat between her legs, the way her head flew back when she was cuming.

God, the way she fucking moaned my name.

Dabi did not expect her to say his name, let alone while in the thralls of an orgasm. Manipulating her into fucking him and cucking that flying shit head is going to be far more fucking delicious than he initially anticipated. Boy Wonder really does have good taste in women, he knows that much.

Fuck, he needs to know what she feels like. Her soft lips against his was one thing, and the heat of her pussy on his lap was another, but he needs to know what she feels like when he bottoms out inside her. He needs to know what she feels like when her hips grind against his. He needs to know what she feels like when she's clenching around his hardened cock as she cums all over him.

No, what he needs is to get Shigaraki off of his ass about recruiting people into the League so that he can focus his days on her. He doesn't like sending the others to go feed her. The more people she's able to see, the less reliant she is on him to get her the things she needs, and the farther he is from those intimate alone moments with those soft lips of hers.

It didn't take much to get her wet and wanting between his legs, but he was cut short by her annoying stubbornness. He will have to get her in another situation where she needs something from him, and then he will get his fingers inside that wet pussy of hers this time.

He groans as he thinks about her like that. Fuck, she has a power over me that I don't fucking get.

Sure, Dabi's thirsted after girls before, but nothing like this. She has him wanting her every time he looks at her, that he's practically a mess around her. He hates the affect she has on him and needs to get the upper hand on her. Once he's able to set his control over her, he will do everything in his power to make sure that flying fucker doesn't ruin that for him.

Blowing out another puff of smoke, Dabi grins when he sees the outline of red wings flapping in the horizon as he approaches the villain on the rooftop.

He waits a moment, taking a few more drags before he flicks the butt off of the rooftop, smiling as he adds littering to his repertoire of offenses.

The debris of the rooftop stirs up in small swirls at his feet as the hero flaps his wings to land softly before the villain. Dabi's turquoise pools light up at the sight of the blonde pretty boy who looks a bit worse for the wear.

His turquoise eyes survey the hero, landing on the bloodshot gaze, the purple bags under his eyes, the messier than normal golden hair, the sluggish shoulders, the prominent frown, the downturned brows. So many points in his face and body language show that her absence has caused him grief, and Dabi can't help but smile that he put himself in this situation.

Dabi's eyes transfer from his drained body language onto a black duffle bag at his side as the hero sets it down on the ground between the two of them. His gaze turns from the duffle bag and back to the pro with a satisfied grin plastered lopsidedly on his face. His pet pro looks like he hasn't slept in days as his shoulders are sunken and lines near his eyes seem to deepen, all the while he's been getting sweet kisses and pants from that beautiful slam piece of his.

"Hey there, Birdy. Got something for me?" Dabi's voice rasps with delight.

Hawks' jaw tightens at the villain's cool demeanor after what he's asked of him. "It's there," Hawks says, turning from the duffle bag with a sickness sticking in his throat. "What you asked of me. It's there."

Dabi's grin stretches against his taut skin, that he practically tears out a staple. He eagerly dips down to the bag on the ground before him, taking the zipper between his thumb and pointer finger as he slowly unzips the bag to reveal the contents.

Dabi blinks incredulously at the bag at the image before him. "Shit," he releases with a tone that conveys more shock than his typical smugness. "Well, if you didn't kill the Number Three, you definitely killed someone," he says noticing the realness of the dead man stuffed into the bag before him.

He examines the mangled limbs hastily stuffed into the bag with no regard or respect for who the man was in his waking life. "Naturally Imma have to do some tests. Make sure this isn't someone's Quirk at play."

"Yeah," Hawks nervously responds, keeping his shameful eyes from the dead man stuffed in the bag.

Dabi zips up the bag and lifts it up, slinging it over his shoulder. He turns from the hero when the blonde quickly steps forward with a newfound strength in his voice. "What about Asami?" he begs him. "You told me that you'd let me see her."

Dabi turns to the hero, looking at him over his shoulder with a sinister smile that sends a shiver down Hawks' spine. "You fucking asshole," the hero heats up. "You promised me that—"

"I didn't take her," Dabi rasps.

"What?" Hawks blinks, taken aback by his tone and the bored look on his face.

Dabi turns to face Hawks head on now. "I didn't take her," he repeats to him with a smile that now spreads across both sides of his face. "I never kidnapped her." He shrugs, "Maybe she just doesn't want you anymore, bird brain."

Hawks stands there stiff and confused with his mouth left agape. "No," he shakes his head. "She's… she wasn't home…" his voice falters, failing to find the strength to speak.

"Maybe she left because she was tired of you swooping in like she's some 24/7 drive thru," Dabi chuckles as he sees the panicked look on Hawks' face.

"Oh, how sad," Dabi says with a condescending dip of his baritone voice. "You thought I took her, so you killed the Number Three hero to get her back. When in reality, she really just never wanted to see you," he chuckles.

Dabi's voice quickly turns threatening and deep when he says, "Think about that when you decide to play hero against me again. It'd be a shame if the public found out that you of all people killed the beloved Number Three Hero for the sake of some good pussy."

Hawks' hands shake as he rakes them through his unruly golden locks, eyes shooting back and forth at the ground as they try to find some sense in what is being told to him.

"See ya around, Number Two. I look forward to our continued partnership." Dabi says with a vicious laugh as he leaves the winged hero frozen and shaken at what's just transpired before him.

30 Minutes Earlier

Dabi stands in her apartment, still relishing the smell of flowers and a scent that is just distinguishably hers. He tries to keep himself from getting hard as the scent is now tied to the memory of her straddling him and bucking against him as she desperately kissed him like a needy little bitch.

He hears the doorknob turn and he glances over at the bedroom to see her walk out in a green tight little sundress that flares at her hips. His eyes crawl down the entirety of her body. Her purple hair is down, curling in large waves around her face. Her makeup is natural with a winged eyeliner that accentuates her large lilac orbs. The green dress is short, barely flaring out over her ass and showing off her creamy long legs.

Dabi takes a step towards her as she glances up at him, widening her doe eyes as her pupils dilate at the sight of him. He smirks at her, taking another step towards her, closing the gap between the two of them. He begins circling around her, taking her in like a predator about to pounce on its prey.

He examines her in the most minuscule details. Her nails are painted white: good. She smells like flowers: good. She has those doe eyes of hers that take him in: good. He brushes his fingertips against her skin. She's soft: fucking good.

"I gotta say, Twice, you outdid yourself with this one," he compliments the man that walks from behind the clone of her.

"She's a masterpiece!" Twice returns excitedly. "Nothing compares to the original," he deadpans.

"Is she gonna hold up?" he asks, knowing the doubles to be weak in a fight.

"She is the first of her kind, so she should hold," Twice informs him.

Dabi looks at her, seeing that she's calm in this moment where Twice originally cloned her while she was unconscious and under the influence of the drug, so she's unaware that Dabi kidnapped her. It will all be a fever dream in her eyes.

"And she's not gonna make a thousand other copies and blow our cover?" he asks him with narrowing eyes.

Twice returns with an animated shrug and Dabi rolls his eyes. He turns to the girl standing in the middle of the room. "Look at me, Butterfly," he commands her and she glances at him. "You're the real thing, with a lame blood Quirk you never like using, so no funny business with the duplication," he warns her in a dark tone. "You'll put a real monkey wrench in my plans if you fuck this up."

She responds by simply blinking at him and he scowls back at her, not liking that she's not as tenacious as the original. "You've been overseas the last two weeks, visiting your dear ol' dad, remember?" he asks her and she doesn't respond to him. He knows her father lives in America from her private record, so it's the perfect alibi for him to use.

He quickly snatches her hair behind her ear in a motion that would be missed with a blink of an eye. He glares down the bridge of his nose at her as those beautiful lilac pools widen with a panicked fear in them. "Let see how strong you are," his voice lowers as he pulls her to the couch, bending her over and crashing her face in the cushions.

She grunts at his harsh movements against her, and he snatches her hair once more, pulling her upwards as he arches her back into him. She reaches back over her head and grabs onto his wrist, digging her nails into his wrist as she tries to pry his grip off of her hair.

He presses his hips against her ass, digging them against her skin as the small dress lifts to peak the outline of her black panties that hug the curves of her cheeky ass.

"Assuming bird boy's rough with you," Dabi begins with a grunt as he thrusts against her, noticing that she's not deteriorating at his harsh touch. "I'd say you're stable enough."

"Get your fucking hands off of me!" she growls as her nails still dig into his wrists.

He pushes her away from his grip on her, "There's my Butterfly," he lights up with delight at her snarl.

She glares at him, narrowing her eyes and staring at him through her lashes. Dabi chuckles at her idea of intimidation.

"Oh, one more thing," he says with a smile touching his two-toned lips as he pulls the necklace from his pant pockets. He approaches her as he holds out the silver chain. She stiffens at his presence as he reaches around her face to place the necklace on her. "The devil's in the details," he chuckles as he laces his fingers in her hair and pulls it over the chain of the necklace.

He turns her around and looks at her, gripping her slender arms as he holds her at an arm's length to survey her eyes. He looks at those deep purple pools that glisten up at him. His gaze travels down her adorable button nose, and linger for a moment on her plump lips, wanting to crash into them, but restraining himself. His gaze moves past her chin and land onto her chest at the glass encased feather that rests around her collarbone.

Dabi can't help himself and he lifts his hand between the two of them. His hand lands on her collarbone, tracing her soft creamy skin with the pads of his middle and ring fingers. He brushes the soft skin as his heated touch brings a set of goosebumps following his trace.

His fingers brush over the glass charm that encases one of Hawks' feathers and continues down her sternum until he reaches the beginning crease of her cleavage. He watches her with eyes that ignite in excitement as her doe eyes remain fixated on his hungry gaze.

"Hey Twice," he begins with an interested tilt of his head. "If I decide to fuck her, does that mean I'm fucking you since she's one of your doubles?"

Before Twice can answer the villain's stupid question, a chime comes from Dabi's pants that makes the taut skin of the villain's lower lip stretch. "Time to go," he beams with an excitement heating in his chest.

He turns to the purple-haired puppet of his. He takes her chin in his grip and looks onto her with fire dancing threateningly behind his eyes. "Behave, Butterfly. The plan is going so smoothly," he says before knocking her out with a swift hit to the head. He swipes her into his arms before she can fall to the ground and lays her in her bed, planting her in the perfect spot to question his presence here in the first place.