Dabi had an arm slung around the smaller woman, fingers rubbing at the curve of her waist. She was a sight in a dress even skimpier than the last one he'd seen her in. It was wine red, hardly long enough to cover her ass. Her lips matched, and her eyes were smokey. If last time was any indication, Hawks was sure none of it waterproofed; the villain seemed to like smearing ruined makeup over her teary face.
Hawks whistled as he landed in front of the pair. "Aren't you a sight, pretty girl." Up close he realized she'd lost weight, though she didn't look sallow. Her hair was brighter, too. She'd probably re-dyed it. "You do your own hair?"
"Uh, yeah. You can tell?"
"Only because I know patches here wouldn't let you go to a salon," he comforted, lest she think he didn't admire it. How she added in all of those colors so they were perfect streaks mingling and twisting in her hair, he had no idea.
A sly smile crept onto Ayumu's face. "Dabi dyes his, too."
The villain's grip dug into her as she outed him. Then again, he'd never seen someone with black hair and white pubes, so Hawks should have figured that out himself. It's just that the idea of Dabi dying his hair was almost comical.
Hawks stepped toward the pair and wrapped an arm around the woman. "You ready for me to take you up, beautiful?"
"Go ahead and take her first; I wanna smoke a cigarette."
Hawks nodded, lifting her into a bridal carry when patchwork startled fumbling for the pack of smokes.
As before, Ayumu hid her face against his chest to combat the battering winds. "You okay there?"
"Yep, totally fine." She did not sound fine. When his feet landed on his large rooftop yard, she sighed in relief, taking gulping breaths to sooth herself.
"You can put me down," she said, but Hawks kept her in his arms.
He smiled, nudging the door open. "Why would I want to do that?" Hawks plopped onto the coach, rolling her onto her back and hovering over her. "You fit so nicely." He nuzzled the fragrant warmth of her throat.
"What about Dabi?"
"Maybe I want you all to myself, pretty girl." Hawks planted a kiss on the line of her clavicle. He'd tried to ignore the streak of envy whenever he thought of how the villain had someone waiting at home for him, but it was difficult when she was right there in front of him, gazing up at him.
He could hear the roll of her eyes as she said, "I meant what about getting him."
"He'll text when he's done with his cig." Hawks sat up, one leg on the floor and the other planted between hers. "I… have something for you."
Ayumu frowned and pulled her back up against the arm of the couch. "You look serious all of a sudden."
"I am." One of his smaller feathers whirled to hang in the air in front of her. "I know it probably won't work when touching your skin, but if you keep it close, you can alert me if you need help."
Her lips parted, but no words issued forth.
"I can also track it, so when there's a chance, I might be able to…"
She nodded sharply, plucking the red feather from the air and slipping it into the band of one of her thigh highs. Her dress had ridden high enough that it exposed the lace, and he found himself momentarily entranced. She really was pretty.
Hawks had experience with sex and brief flirtations; women practically threw themselves at him (and not a few men, too), but it was always casual. He couldn't get involved, couldn't tell them who he was outside of being a hero. But Ayumu… anyone with her would be revealed. It was a done-deal there; sleep with her, and you had to be okay with your secrets revealed.
"Did you—" he paused to lick his lips. "Did you see any of my memories?"
Her eyes widened before falling into a frown again. "I did."
His heart stuttered. "What was it?"
The older woman looked past him as she thought on what to say. "You were having sex with a woman. It was." She shook her head, giving a humorless laugh. "It felt awkward. She called you by your hero name. There was no intimacy there, with her. And you got soft, embarrassed. I woke while you were talking to her trying to explain it away."
Hawks nodded as she spoke, thinking back to those earlier sexcapades. "Yeah. Yeah, that happened a few times before I kinda got over it."
"Why do you—" she began, but shook her head. "It's not really my business. Listen, Hawks. Do you really think you can get me out?"
"I can try."
She laid a hand on his chest, looking up at him as she pleaded, "I need you to get me away from Dabi as soon as possible. Please. It's —"
His phone vibrated and he sighed. "That'll be Dabi." Hawks laid a hand on her cheek. "I'll do what I can," he promised. She looked as though there was more to say, but nodded and leaned against the couch.
His thoughts drew back to his most recent HPSC meeting with his handler as he passed through the glass doors of his condo. It had been a disaster.
"I've worked for you how long? And never asked a thing, not a single thing," he reminded the woman. "Except for this."
"Keigo, we already keep your mother—"
"No." His wings spread in agitation. "No. That was the agreement long before this spy shit. What you have me doing— do you have any idea— t hese people —" He stopped himself, not realizing he'd been pacing as well. "He shares her. It's bad enough you have me sit there and talk to this villain knowing that he rapes her, but this?" Shame threatened to swallow him before lust at the memory batted up against it. "No hero should just sit and be complicit in a woman being kept as a sex slave."
His handler watched him with clever, narrowed eyes, legs crossed and one foot bobbing in the air as she contemplated. "You've said before you think he's heterosexual, yes?"
"He's bi, apparently. Very bi. Maybe pan. I don't know."
"Do you think you could—"
He turned on her, rage flushing his face. "I knew you'd ask that. I knew you would. Do you have any idea what that means? She won't have a choice, and you want to take away mine, too."
"Sex has always been a part of espionage, Keigo."
"Fuck you." Rarely did the cheerful young man spew curses like this, but if there was anyone who deserved it…. "I want to get her out. Please, let me get her somewhere safe and I'll do it. Just promise me I can get her away from him, and maybe I'll be able to convince myself it's for the greater good."
Silence punctuated his declaration.
"Alright. I'll see what I can do."
He hadn't expected to like her so much. When he'd first seen the pretty little woman beside the villain, he'd assumed they were a consensual thing, though Dabi's weirdly possessive treatment of her soon dissuaded him from that notion. All he'd had was a first name and a description, and he didn't want to tell the commission. He'd had to, though the information they brought to him wasn't much: her name, family information, address, career, date of birth.
Their next meeting, he'd been so much more interested in her, in their dynamic.
"What took so long?" Dabi snubbed out the cigarette in hand. It was awkward to be so close to him without the woman as a buffer, but Hawks laid on his usual smirk and shrugged.
"Maybe I just wanted to get a little alone time with a certain pretty lady."
The villain sneered, grabbing his collar as though to intimidate him. "You don't fucking touch her without my say-so." By the heat roiling off his body, it was not an idle threat.
"Whoa, okay, I got it. Hands off without your permission." He held his hands up for emphasis and the flame user inspected him with narrow eyes.
"Good."
It was a short trip, but oddly intimate, and he speculated on the other man as he held him. Dabi was taller than he looked since he was usually slouching, taller than Hawks. He was as thin as Hawks at least, perhaps best described as scrawny, and he smelled like a bonfire. That last wasn't surprising, though the fact that the hero found it subtly appealing was.
"Enjoying yourself?" Dabi grinned, and Hawks realized they'd landed and he'd just stared for a second.
Trying to play it off, he retorted, "Anyone ever tell you that you have pretty eyes?"
"Tch. Yeah, sure." Dabi turned away and walked inside, instantly on the woman who had awkwardly stood at their return.
It was hypnotic, the way long, pale fingers tangled in multi-colored hair, soft crimson lips between mismatched, how Ayumu arched up toward him and Dabi curved over her. They coupled with an intensity Keigo had never known, caught between heavy attraction and knowledge of one another's bodies. It was why he'd been so quick to accept the invitation to join them, even going as far as to forget that one party was not there of her own volition. How he hated himself for that.
In the present, their mouths parted. "Don't you ever let that shitty hero touch you without my permission again, got it?"
Puzzled eyes stared up at him. "I—"
"Are you that thirsty, doll? Have I not been giving it to you enough?" A cruel hand gripped her jaw. "Or you just want more playmates? Whore." He scoffed and threw her aside.
"I'm sorry, Dabi." Her voice was flat and Hawks could read the fury behind the docile words.
"Hey, man. Like I said—"
"C'mere, hero. " Damn, he was in a mood. "You wanted a taste of her, right?" Hawks stalked forward slowly, fighting the urge to flinch when hot fingers encircled his wrists to tug him closer. There was a smear of red lipstick highlighting his lips like blood. Keigo leaned in, but the villain laughed. "Not what I meant." The grip loosened and one hand moved to the top of Hawks' head.
Oh.
This was unexpected.
Hawks slid to his knees, his face pressed against the hardening length that was straining against the jeans. Dabi removed his hand and opted to sit back on the couch, waving for him to continue.
He didn't have as much experience with this as he'd like, considering he was now faced with a series of piercings. He'd performed oral on a guy only a handful of times, and they were all unpierced and of a manageable size.
He undid the villain's pants and worked them low enough to remove the length, getting his first real close-up of the dick. It was an admittedly nice dick, and precum was already beading at the tip. He took it in hand and leaned forward to lap at the head before sucking it into his mouth. The mingling of flavors was reminiscent of the last time, paying proof to what Dabi's implied; he'd definitely been buried in his girl's pussy before coming over.
Hawks' own cock twitched at the thought, wondering if— were he to spread her open— he would see cum leaking from her folds.
The piercings were interesting against his tongue, a strange new sensation that he found himself fascinated with. His tongue sought them out, counting the bars and balls with his slick tongue, feeling how they slid and tickled at the back of his throat.
"Ah, fuck." A hand on the back of his neck urged him down until his nose touched pelvis. "Good boy."
It became hazy for a few minutes, Hawks' airway mostly blocked by the dick in his throat. Fingers in his hair set a brutal pace and he could just catch the salty taste that was his reward. When his head was finally tugged away, drool fell over his lips for him to wipe away.
"C'mere, baby girl."
He watched with lazy eyes as the two of them made out again, Dabi guiding one small, feminine hand to stroke his dick.
"Are you wet for us?" She nodded. "Are you gonna be a good girl and let Hawks fuck your pretty pussy? Yeah? And what about me." He cupped her cheek, chuckling at her confusion. "Should I fuck your ass or his?"
Ayumu turned to stare at the hero, whose cheeks were uncharacteristically red. There was a question in her gaze.
Hawks ruffled his hair and laughed. "Don't worry about me, sweetheart. I can take it." He winked.
"Is that right?" Dabi's grin sent shivers down his spine. "For your sake I hope you have lube."
They went to the bed after that, bodies tangling in different positions as foreplay continued, and then he was sheathed in Ayumu, her tight heat sopping with sloppy seconds for him to take. He almost didn't notice the finger slipping inside him. The second finger was a sweet stretch, scissoring and exploring.
Hot breath tickled his ear. "Looks like I've got two sluts tonight. You'd better fuck her at least as hard as I'm gonna fuck you, Hawks. "
Three bodies stilled when Dabi bottomed out inside him, his own hips thrusting deep inside the woman beneath him.
From there he was nearly torn by sensation, his tongue diving into Ayumu's mouth in a desperate attempt to smother his cries.
She was clay beneath him, supple flesh for his hands to mold and bruise and knead. He wrote his pleasure in her skin and cried it against her lips, his body a wire when it all finally pulled him taut and he came inside her.
His body gave out over hers, still kissing as Dabi pumped to completion inside him.
Long moments passed wherein they lazily touched and kissed, and then mouths latched and fingers dipped until they were all entangled again.
Ayumu laid half draped in Dabi's lap while Hawks spread her legs to savor the mix of fluids between her legs.
Her legs shook around him and she whined at his languorous laps. Her hands clutched at his hair, and he laughed, snaking his own around her throat to press threateningly, his power over her body a heady wine.
"Careful, Hawks. Don't wanna do anything that'll harm the babies," Dabi said as he traced lazy circles over the woman's stomach.
And everything froze for a second.
Hawks sat up, blinking as he looked between the two. "Babies?"
The villain hummed as Ayumu looked away, clearly displeased. "Yep. She's carrying twins. Isn't that nice?" His palms flattened against her stomach. "She's gotta be about ten weeks or so, right, doll?"
The hero frowned, running through calculations.
"We aren't sure who the father is." Dabi was taunting him now. "The time frame means it could be Shigaraki, me, maybe even you."
The woman finally met his gaze and he saw fresh tear tracks through her ruined makeup. She'd had something else she wanted to tell him before Dabi texted earlier, something that gave her entreaty a sense of urgency, and he now knew what it was.
He had to get her out of there.