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A/N: A brief detour from IzuOcha to Hawks and Mirko. Not that we've ever really seen these two interact much in the manga or anime, but I like the idea of them having secret trysts. They mesh well and they're fun to write for the most part. So sexy times ahead in this chapter! I will return to the main stories theme of IzuOcha following this chapter, just every now and then it's fun to toss in some other stuff. Read and enjoy! Thanks for any and all comments so far! I greatly appreciate them!
Twenty-Two
Wouldn't A Cartwheel Courtship Flight Be Killer
Hawks sat at a battered booth, the cheap material of the seat missing in several places and torn or ripped nearly everywhere. The stuffy little diner he was in was far from a place he would've chosen. It made him think of his mother or his deadbeat sperm donor of a father. They frequented places like this. He tended to avoid them.
A puff of smoke in his face drew him out of his thoughts to scowl at the patchwork villain that sat across from him.
Dabi.
Hawks had to physically restrain himself from cringing at the close proximity to the crooked man across from him. He'd had to learn to dramatically stifle any and all reactions when around this particular villain. Dabi never seemed to fully trust him no matter what awful thing Hawks did to gain the Leagues trust. Many of the others were more naturally swayed, but not the patchwork clown across from him.
Dabi gave a wide smile, the leathered purple skin pulling tight against the piercing like staples that held his face together. Hawks was never certain if it was an aesthetic choice or if it was a medical one. Regardless, he hated it. He hated everything about Dabi. He hated almost everything about this mission that the Commission had put him on. Being this close to villains made his skin crawl, especially this villain.
"And here I thought I was above having you blow a smoke cloud in my face," Hawks said casually. Always casual, always playful, always fake. He didn't have to pretend this hard with Twice or with any of the other villains, really, but with this slippery snake he felt like he had to constantly stay on guard. Hell, he actually liked Twice, but he couldn't stand Dabi. Whether Dabi was aware of that or not, well, Hawks wasn't sure. He wasn't certain he wanted to know how much the dark-haired monster before him had managed to learn about him.
"Haha, right. Nobody's above a smoke cloud, eh Hawks?" Dabi said in that husky voice of his. It was always somewhere between gravelly husky like a tired chain smokers voice and someone about to engage in pillow talk.
"I have a policy to never blow smoke in people's faces. It's kinda rude, you know?" The easy reply. Coy. Cat and mouse. Except who was cat and who was mouse?
"Come on now my winged friend, I know you puff it up every now and then. Light up why don't you?" Dabi extended a used looking cigarette with one hand and with the other ignited just one finger.
"I'm a high caliber man. When I smoke it's only with a vape." Another easy reply and a casual wave of the hand. The cigarette was dropped and the burning finger extinguished.
"Pussy," Dabi exhaled and blew out another puff of smoke.
Hawks had to continue to resist the urge to snap in irritation at Dabi. This diner, the smoking, it all reminded him far too much of his childhood and the unpleasantness of it. The coffee here wasn't even good. Tasted burnt and stale. The entire place smelled burnt or like it was rotting. Probably why Dabi liked it here.
"So back to the topic at hand, what compelled you to call me out to a meeting when I'm out there doing hero work?" Hawks asked meeting Dabi's cold blue gaze.
"You should just drop the hero act. We both know you're in deep. Vanish from the public eye, who fuckin' cares?" Dabi suggested as he took another long drag on his cigarette.
"Come on now, why would I do that? It'd raise a lot of questions that I don't think you or I want to have asked let alone answered." Cat and mouse. Coy. Cheeky.
"Sure," Dabi flicked his cigarette, ash falling onto the table, not even bothering to use the ashtray. "The intel you provided recently, not much in there on Endeavor. Why's that? Thought you two were all chummy?" Something about the tone and a certain glimmer that seemed to light the villain's eyes put Hawks especially on edge. Why was he asking about Endeavor?
"Number one's been busy with his work study rugrats and officially, no, we aren't chummy," Hawks had to resist the urge to sneer. He didn't like Dabi's inquiry into Endeavor. Inquiring about Endeavor could mean revealing something about himself given his great adoration of the number one hero and how imperative he'd been in shaping who he was today.
"Officially? That's interesting, real interesting," Dabi mused as he brought his cigarette back up to his lips. "We need some more info on other pro hero's movements. Some of your files are lacking. Edge Shot for instance and the number five, the rabbit. You rarely have detailed info on their comings and goings."
Hawks resisted the urge to shift uncomfortably. In terms of Edge Shot, he just didn't have a lot of information. Most of the information he provided to the League was sanctioned and intentionally fed by the Commission and Edge Shot for whatever reason wasn't usually one of the ones that he was given info to pass along. Mirko however, was an entirely different story. He'd never actually refrained from giving them any information on her, but he'd intentionally limited what he provided them. The commission seemed perfectly happy to provide many of her activities as fodder for the League.
Perhaps it was because of the friendly relationship they had or the fact that they were fucking and he was fond of her, but he didn't like to just dump out all her personal info to the League. He wasn't sure how she would be involved when the takedown did finally occur, but he knew that she'd be there along with all the other pros. He was mildly curious what else the league would want to know about her. She wasn't exactly all that private of a person. Her personal life might be private, but in terms of her abilities and strengths, they were well documented and known. What else would the league need to know about her?
"Don't know much about Edge Shot, honestly. Not like I keep tabs on him. He's a top hero who I rarely cross paths with," Hawks replied, hoping to sound like his normal casual and playful self.
"And the number five? Why are your reports on her so lacking?" Dabi asked, sounding just as casual as Hawks had.
Hawks gave a playful shrug. "Dunno. She's kind of a rabid dog to be honest. She doesn't run with an agency and goes and does what she pleases. A real pain in the Commissions ass. You know her potential in regards to her abilities though. That should be enough." Let it be enough.
Dabi gave an amused snort. "A rabbit that acts likes a rabid dog? Ha, that I'd like to see. My experience with her, well I didn't get to see any frothing at the mouth, but you'd know that, you were there after all," he paused to take another drag on his cigarette. "If you can get any information on the kids that the Commission is brainwashing that'd be good. Be best if we could get to them now, before they're too far gone into the hero lie they're being fed," another pause, "you got a work study tag along, don't you? Any info on him? The bird kid, right?"
This time Hawks really had to resist the urge to shift uncomfortably or make some other unconscious movement that would indicate his discomfort. Don't ask about the kids for God sakes, thought Hawks to himself. Keep it cool. Be cool. Cat and mouse. Cat and mouse.
"Oh yeah, Tokoyami? Yeah, he was my work study rugrat, though I haven't seen him in months. Been so busy with other things," Hawks practically purred.
"Like me?" Dabi raised his eyebrows suggestively. "Is he still paired with your agency?" He asked, leaned back, his dark hood pulled low over his hair, almost completely obscuring his patchwork face.
"Last I checked, but he's just running with the sidekicks." His phone buzzed from inside his pocket. Dabi's eyes shifted toward the sound and he gave him a side glance.
"Got somewhere you gotta be?" He asked in an almost teasing manner.
Anywhere but here, thought Hawks. "And miss this conversation? I don't think so." He pulled his phone out briefly to see who was calling and was surprised to see Mirko's picture flashing on the screen. Why was she calling him? He shrugged and put the phone away.
"What? Not gonna answer? Rude," the patchwork face smiled at him, again tugging at those macabre staples.
"Nobody important," Hawks replied with a shrug and a smile. Sorry Mirko.
"I'd think a pretty boy like you would answer all his booty calls," Dabi mused with a naughty smile.
"I had no idea you thought so highly of me," Hawks quipped back.
"Don't get your hopes up." Dabi smiled again. Hawks had to resist the urge to shudder. It was like being smiled at by a zombie.
His phone buzzed again, not ringing this time, probably just a text. Hawks ignored it.
"So, more intel on Edge Shot and Mirko then? I can see what I can dredge up," Hawks suggested conversationally.
Dabi leaned forward and put his cigarette out on the table. It was already in such a terrible condition, honestly, it was debatable if anyone would even notice a new cigarette burn on it. "That would be ideal. That and info on the hero course students. We have interest in them."
"Not too sure what I can get for you there. I didn't go to UA, after all."
"Oh, I'm sure you can find a way to procure lots of information."
Hawks' phone once again buzzed. If it was still Mirko what the hell did she want? Why was she being so persistent? She never wanted to team up.
"I'll see what I can do," Hawks lied with a playful smile. How much more lying would he need to do before this assignment ended?
"Persistent booty call. Maybe you should check it?" Dabi suggested with a downward glance at where Hawks kept his phone.
Hawks begrudgingly grabbed his phone from his pocket and unlocked it. It was from Mirko. Two messages:
1839 You in the neighborhood? Spotted your big ass wings earlier in the day. I'm at my same digs if you wanna swing by for some fun.
1843 Holding out on me? Do I have to make it worth your while?
As he read the second message a third one immediately followed it, this time text and an image. It simply read:
"If you aren't able to fly yourself here in ten minutes, I'll see to myself. Your loss."
The image that was attached to it would've made Hawks' mouth fall open but because he was in undercover mode, he managed to prevent that from happening. Even being in coy undercover mode wasn't enough to keep his eyes from ever so slightly widening when he took in the image she'd sent.
Mirko had sent a picture of herself bent over—how she'd managed to snap the shot from that angle he'd never know—her mischievous face turned backwards towards the camera. Her posterior was on full display, clad only in a purple thong that left very little to the imagination. With her bent pose, he could just make out the edge of one of her breasts. The image was enough to make his mouth start to water.
Terrible timing Mirko! He thought to himself in exasperation and he put his phone away and attempted to compose himself before he turned back to the grinning patchwork scarecrow across the table from him. He had to remain cool and couldn't get hung up on the fact that a few blocks away Mirko was mostly naked waiting for him.
"Haha. Must be a hell of a booty call to make your face do that," Dabi said with a smirk.
Hawks felt his annoyance rise. Aside from his widening eyes, he'd handled that surprise image in stride. Nothing should've been keyed off to the villain.
"What? I'm the picture of cool and collected," Hawks said with a nonchalant shrug.
Dabi snorted. Clearly he didn't believe him. "Whatever man. I passed on the message. You can go answer your booty call now. We're done here."
Hawks only managed to stare at him for a moment before being able to formulate a response. "Just when I was starting to enjoy your company you send me away. How am I supposed to take that?"
"However you want. You can get the bill. See ya Hawks." Dabi rose from across the booth, gave one last eerie patchwork smile and then vanished out the door.
Of course, he left the bill to Hawks. How predictable. Anytime they'd had any of their little covert meetings that involved a public setting, Hawks had to cover the bill. He was fairly certain that with Paranormal Liberation Front and Redestro fitting the bill, Dabi would be more than capable of covering things himself.
Even as he moved to the register to pay, he felt immensely relieved to be done with his secret meeting with Dabi. Anytime he was summoned by Dabi, or any of the league really, he was always overcome with a sense of dread. In truth, he lived in fear that he'd be found out before he could finish collecting intel for the Commission to send the pros in to strike. He was also extremely concerned over Dabi's inquiries over the hero students. That was very concerning and something he'd almost certainly have to share with the Commission at his next check in.
At the same time, he was extremely excited; excited to see Mirko. It'd been less than a week since he'd seen her. Normally they would sometimes go several weeks or even months between illicit meet ups. Not that he was opposed to more frequent meetings, but they were both very busy people and now especially with him in deep cover for the Commission, it made it even harder to have any kind of social life.
As he stepped outside the horrible little diner and into the chilly February air, he exhaled a sigh of relief before taking flight. After all, he probably only had about eight minutes left before Mirko's ten-minute time constraint elapsed. He was going to have to fly fast.
Seven and a half minutes later, Hawks was in Mirko's tiny little hotel room. He'd flown fast, really fast, apparently not realizing how eager he was to be away from Dabi and that awful diner. Or perhaps he was just horny and really wanted to bang the rabbit that had sexted him.
He came by way of the window—a way that he'd first entered her hotel room months ago and that had stuck—it had been wide open and he'd effortlessly slipped in. Once he'd been inside, he checked his watch and saw that he had another thirty seconds to spare.
"Number five, room service is here," Hawks called out playfully as he closed her open window. He was lucky that this hotel had big windows considering how tiny the rooms actually were.
For being a pro hero, Mriko certainly didn't seem to mind staying in dingy and run down places. He wasn't sure if it was her personal preference or if it was just a leftover of her life before she'd climbed to the high hero ranks in Japan. Whatever it was, she always said that she was in the process of getting new living arrangements, yet that had never happened in all the time they'd known each other, in the carnal sense anyway. Most of their trysts were at his place which didn't bother him. Even though this hotel room was leaps and bounds better than that awful diner and any of the shit holes he'd stayed in as a child, it still did vaguely remind him of his childhood. That was never a good thing.
"Bathroom, number two," Mirko replied from the bathroom. He briefly wondered if he'd arrived when she'd been answering the call of nature, but then he realized the door was ajar—likely intentional—and moved in that direction.
Pushing the door open wider, Hawks peered inside and saw Mirko standing stark naked at the bathtub, running water. Apparently, she had decided on their setting and it was to be shower sex.
"You know if it were anyone else, I could easily assume you were doing a number two in the bathroom," Hawks said playfully as he shrugged off his jacket. He slid his hands into his pockets, enjoying the side of her naked physique.
"Ha, as if I'd refer to taking a dump as delicately as calling it a number two," Mirko said with a snort and turned to face him full on.
Even though he'd seen her naked dozens of times, it still never failed to awe and excite him. Something about that honey skin, white hair, sharp red eyes, and toned everything made a shiver of excitement run down his spine. It made his pants get tighter and it had the added benefit of making him at least for the time being, completely forget about the bullshit he'd just endured with Dabi.
"You really do have a way with words, number five," Hawks purred as he took a step closer to her. He moved up to her, one of his hands snaking out to grab her by the neck and pull her close. She didn't resist at first but then thrust out a palm against his chest and pushed him back with a wrinkled nose.
"You fucking stink," she said and frowned. "Been smoking much?"
A playful laugh. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"No, what I'd like is to get you naked and into the shower. You can wash your smokey clothes later. While you're with me, you're gonna be naked," she said slyly.
"Now that is something I can do," Hawks said with a wicked grin as he swiftly began tearing off his shirt, pants, shoes, gloves, and boxer briefs.
Mirko simply smiled at him and turned back toward the shower and stepped into the tub. Eager as he was, he knew that that tub was on the smaller side and his wings were always a problem when it came to romantic trysts in Mirko's bathroom. He half debated sending half of his feathers away as to provide him more space but decided against it. He vaguely remembered that during their last encounter he'd wrapped his wings around her and even though it had been a rather instinctual gesture, he'd liked it. It was like a hug that only he could give and after seeing Dabi and having to interact and lie through his teeth, he wanted the comfort that such a hug could provide. Besides, Mirko was very unlikely to resist if it meant they were about to have sex. She wasn't overly keen on overt romantic gestures or mushy things, but she was much more open to such behavior if it was tied into physical pleasure.
After he'd shed his clothing, kicked it out of the small bathroom, he practically stumbled forward into the tub shower with Mirko. She was already completely soaked as he stepped into the tub. Water cascaded down her back and flicked onto him as she turned around to greet him. The sight of her completely naked, wet, with droplets of water cascading down her ample breasts was like something out of a classy porn and he practically came without even having touched her.
"Time to wash the stink off you," she murmured and stepped toward him.
His heart hammered in his chest as the warmth of her body pressed against him. Why was he so excited? He'd done this with her dozens of times. He'd touched, kissed, licked, and fucked every part of her and vice versa. So why was he excitable now? Why was seeing her waiting just for him so different? It was all things he'd seen and done before. Nothing new. He shouldn't be having this level of giddy excitement for something that wasn't new to him. Maybe it was just because he'd been so tense with his earlier meet up with Dabi and moving to Mirko was a welcome relief. Yes, that must be it.
Or it's not, whispered a quiet and secret little voice as Mirko's lips pressed against his. The warmth of her mouth and tongue were exquisite. He ran his hands down her back and cupped her extremely well-toned ass. She giggled into his mouth and cupped his face, pulling him closer to her. He could feel his erection pushed up against her belly and he desperately wished to guide it home but a stronger urge overtook him.
Just as he had less than a week ago, he delicately folded his large plumage around her, pinning her to him. The wings had the inadvertent effect of splitting the spray of water from the showerhead in all directions. As a result, there was water everywhere, in his eyes, in his hair, in her eyes—everywhere.
For longer than he expected—Mirko having a finite capacity for loving gestures—he held her like that. He'd even stopped kissing her, just rested his head atop hers, enjoying the feel of her body against his and the pleasant heat of the water splashing about them. Even though it was silly and a false sense of security, something about standing there with her encompassed within his wings made him feel safe and secure. Maybe it was being close to another person when so much of his life had been distance and control.
At last, Mirko was apparently at her limit for soft and sweet and aggressively pushed him away, to the point that he stumbled into the back of the shower wall. He barely had a moment to recover before the rabbit lunged forward, driving her right leg up vertically along the side of Hawks' face. Her core was achingly close to his overly excited nethers. One swift motion would be all it took to close the distance between them.
"Ready to sweat?" She said teasingly. Her eyes were narrowed, her cheeks rosy with desire. It again struck him at how stunning she was.
"Are you?" He barely whispered before Mirko smirked, lowered her leg and sunk down to her knees.
"Excited, aren't you?" She teased as she squatted down in front of his groin and looked up at him playfully.
The entire scene was almost too much for him. The heat of the shower, the rosy cheeked vixen crouched down before him, her hair plastered across her face. His heart hammered in his chest again.
"Can't help it," he whispered, smiling at her adoringly.
Mirko simply smiled naughtily back at him before lowering her head in the most intimate of kisses. He wouldn't last long that much he knew. Something was different, he wasn't sure what, but everything felt so electric. His hands coiled in her hair, not directing or forcing, just making contact. He was about to fall over the edge, the sensation overwhelming and all encompassing but he didn't want to go this early, no he wanted to be inside.
He aggressively pulled away from her and pulled her to her feet. She looked only mildly surprised at his abrupt movements. Her cheeks were still rosy and her eyes half hooded with arousal. He felt like his chest might explode at the sight of her.
In one swift motion he swept her up across his midsection, using his wings as added support, and practically impaled her in one fluid motion. The little grunt she made was nearly all it took to tip him over but he dug deep and held out just a little longer.
Mirko adjusted her position astride him, rhythmically pumping while he held her. The little sounds she made were enough to drive him wild. He wouldn't be able to hold it back much longer if at all.
He openly stared at her, again struck by her. What was different? She caught him staring and a predatory smile crossed her face. Mirko aggressively leaned in and kissed him, nipping his lip almost hard enough to draw blood. He didn't mind though; a nipped lip was a small thing in comparison to many of the other bites and bruises she'd decorated his body with.
One last pump and the feel of her hot little tongue in his mouth and suddenly he was over the edge, falling, seeing stars. He wasn't sure if he'd shouted his release or been eerily silent, either way he didn't care. It was perhaps the hardest orgasm he'd ever had in his life.
Just as he was coming down from that high and the feel of the water hitting his skin returned to him, a different thought struck him.
It's different because you're in love with her.
That thought was enough for him to almost reel backwards. Love? No, Hawks didn't fall in love. In fact, the only person that he might actually love was Endeavor, and that was a different kind of love. The kind that is developed when a person is desperate and a savior is needed. That's what Endeavor was; his savior, his beacon of hope when his life had been so bleak and miserable. That was the only love someone like him was capable of.
Not romantic love, and certainly not for her, he thought to himself as Mirko bit his neck hard enough to make him grunt in pain. She slid off him, his fingers moving all on their own down her belly and to her most intimate of places to begin an onslaught on that tiny little bead betwixt her legs. She was clearly already extremely excited, so it wouldn't take much from him to send her over the edge.
His fingers moved almost automatically, familiar with what worked for Mirko. The more he did the more she leaned into him, eventually leaning her head into the crook of his shoulder letting out little huffs as she got closer to her own release.
The feel of her breath against his ear sent shivers down his spine. The same thought struck him again.
It's different because you love her.
No. No he didn't.
You're in love with her.
No. No he wasn't.
Mirko's breath hitched in his ear and she gripped his shoulders tightly. His wings acted of their own accord and wrapped around them, both supporting and covering her from the falling water. It was like a little cocoon made of his fierce wings.
In love.
No. Not in love.
You've fallen in love with her.
No. That isn't possible.
He felt her bite his shoulder as she finally came undone and knew that he'd have a bruise and a scab there come the morning. Feeling the pressure of her bite and the groan from deep within her chest made him aroused all over again. Record fast turnaround time!
She rested a moment on his shoulder before she turned her face to look at him, a smear of blood on her cheek from either his neck or his shoulder. Her eyes were tiny slits as she gazed at him fondly. Her thick white hair was wetly plastered all over her face, half obscuring her rosy cheeks.
Tentatively he reached his hand out to brush some of her wet hair out of her face. She smiled up at him and he felt like his heart was going to burst out of his chest as she looked at him.
Not in love. No. Not that. Definitely not.
"Thanks. That was fun. Let's take a nap," she said, clearly fatigued.
He watched as her red eyes slowly squeezed shut and she rested her head on his chest, still safely cocooned with him inside his wings. Without even thinking much about it, he sent one of his feathers out to turn off the water.
Hawks watched for a few minutes more, enjoying the strange sense of security that his wings provided him. He wondered if when he wrapped his wings around them if it was something she enjoyed too.
Finally, the chill of being wet and naked started to get to him and he carefully scooped her up and carried her out of the bathroom and into the dinky main room of her hotel room. With great care, he lowered himself and the sleeping rabbit onto the bed, once again encompassing them with his wings.
With the sheets pulled up over them and his wings, it all felt so cozy. Once again, he gazed at the sleeping woman and felt both a dread and something unfamiliar and exciting well up in his stomach.
Cautiously, he extended his hand out to run it delicately along her jawline. He traced the shape of her eyebrow, the long line of her lash, the delicate little nose. She was beautiful, terrifying and beautiful.
His heart tightened.
He let out a resigned sigh.
It might be love.