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Keigo is sitting cross-legged on the threadbare carpet of the League’s latest safe house, feeling like he just crossed the finish line of a marathon. After four months, he has finally been invited to ‘game night’, as Dabi called it with a smirk.
If only Keigo's bosses could see him now: deep in enemy territory, almost accepted into the fold. They would be so proud of him. As long as he doesn’t have to tell them how he got here.
“So, how does this game work?” he asks over the chorus of some moody industrial song he vaguely recognizes. The music is playing from a cheap, tinny speaker balanced on the overflowing side table.
“You’ve really never played truth or dare?” Spinner asks, eyebrows raised. He is lounging on the couch, one scaly arm thrown around Shigaraki. The fearsome leader of the League of Villains snuggles into the embrace, his head on Spinner’s shoulder. It’s not a new development, but Keigo can’t help but take notice every time he sees them being affectionate like that. It… humanizes them. And humanized villains have been on Keigo’s mind a lot lately.
“I'm not surprised. Pretty Bird was raised in a compound for heroes-in-training. Not a lot of opportunities for naughty games, I’m sure.” Speak of the devil. Dabi takes a seat on the carpet next to Keigo and shoots him a razor-edged grin. Shigaraki exchanges a quick look with Spinner that Keigo ignores.
Dabi sits there smiling, waiting for a reaction to him spilling one of Keigo's secrets. Keigo keeps his face neutral, despite how badly he wants to bite him. Or kiss him.
He has been offering Dabi carefully selected bits and pieces of the truth, painting an intensely mortal picture of the hero Hawks. He watches the arsonist devour every bite, eyes alight with glee. Does Dabi return the favor? Not at all. Does he twist Keigo’s secrets around to stab him with them? Constantly. But it also keeps the hothead coming back for more, and it keeps his attention laser-focused on Keigo. And that’s the point.
When Keigo wets his lips with the tip of his tongue, Dabi's eyes drift to his mouth. Keigo smirks in satisfaction.
"Well, don't go giving away all my truths before we even started playing."
It's the first time Dabi has put him on the spot in front of others, but he's sure Dabi has told the League at least some of his stories to convince them of Hawks' motivation to align himself with them. Keigo wouldn't be here otherwise.
He hasn't told any of his handlers about the ridiculous tightrope act he's trying to pull off. All of Hawks’ secrets are highly classified, so of course none of it would ever be cleared for use as currency with a villain. ‘Scandal’ is too nice a word for his life’s story. Keigo never would have thought to risk using truth as a tactic, if it wasn’t for that first kiss.
He remembers a dark warehouse, Dabi's pulse thrumming against the sharp vanes of his sword, and that infuriating smirk of his as he told Keigo he didn't owe him any explanation about the Nomu he set loose on civilians, or his attempt on Endeavor's life. He remembers Dabi swatting his sword to the side like it was a toy and whispering, "Why would I trust you? You're not just a liar, everything about you is a performance. Chasing me around, offering yourself to my cause, never giving a real reason why or asking for anything in return. Just wanting to be useful, like that's all you are. Like you're not even human."
The next moment he had the villain pinned to the wall, and Keigo was shaking with something he couldn't name. So sure that he'd just lost everything, that he had failed, that Hawks was a failure, not human not human not real- His sword was back at Dabi's throat, and when he felt the arsonist swallow, Keigo twisted the hilt until he broke the skin.
“Yeah? Did I finally upset you? You gonna kill me now, Hawks? It'd be the most interesting thing I've seen you try so far.” Smoke curled between Dabi's teeth when he smiled. "Only a villain would kill a man in cold blood, right?"
The idea struck Keigo like a flashbang. A truly insane idea that the commission could never find out about, because it broke about two dozen regulations and NDAs. But if it worked…
He dropped his sword, grabbed Dabi by the lapels of his coat, and kissed him so hard their teeth clacked.
The heat of him was overwhelming, but the way their bodies fit together kindled a different, unexpected fire. Even worse when the villain kissed him back, when he opened his mocking mouth and let Keigo's tongue inside. The sensation of Dabi's arms creeping up his back, and Keigo's hands squeezing tighter and holding him in place like a warning. The weight of them, of every muscle coiled tight and ready for this to turn violent. And their blood roiling from the possibility that it wouldn't.
Keigo is used to using Hawks' body and charm to his advantage. He has even played the part of the seductive honeypot more than once, yet only ever on explicit command. He always felt like a puppeteer pulling strings to make a stranger dance. Kissing Dabi hit him like lightning from a clear blue sky. The sharp, panicked Need inside him closed its claws around that kiss so tightly, it nearly made him forget why he started it in the first place.
"Quite the desperate play. How is this supposed to make me trust you, hero?" Dabi laughed but didn't try to pull away. He chased Keigo's mouth again. Keigo bit Dabi's lip until he tasted blood. There was nothing of Hawks left in his voice when he said,
"I'm not a hero."
-
"You're staring." Dabi snaps his fingers in front of Keigo's face. Keigo blinks and realizes he tuned out of the conversation while replaying that memory. He winks at the villain.
"Got lost in your eyes, hot stuff."
Dabi mimes throwing up, Spinner laughs along. Keigo arches a brow and barely holds back from saying You know I like your other noises better.
Gods above, the noises that man can make…
That day in the warehouse, with his lips still tingling from being mauled by a furnace-hot mouth, he bent Dabi over the nearest crate.
"I'm not a hero. I'm an operative. I've killed more people than you." His hand under Dabi's coat skimming his lower back, his mouth on the scarred skin of his neck. "And I'm here because I'm really fucking tired of being on their leash. You promised me a part of something better."
"Fuck," Dabi breathed and arched his back as best he could. "That's hot."
"You want me to prove I'm human? You wanna know what I really want, hot stuff?" His tongue on the shell of his ear, playing with the piercings. "I'm tired of you making me wait. You've been driving me insane for long enough."
And well, technically none of that was a lie.
Pressed together in a tangle of limbs and urgency, Keigo didn't even properly look at Dabi. He tugged the villain's pants down his thighs to the sound of gurgling laughter and eager moans spurring him on. He didn't let himself slow down until he was already pulling his dick out of his uniform and was blindly groping between their bodies with his other spit-slick hand. That's when he suddenly found a dripping wet pussy under his fingers. A shiver went through Dabi's body, and he let out a low "Fuck, yes," as he thrust back against Keigo's fingers. Almost pleading. Almost vulnerable.
Keigo took two seconds to process that little surprise, then bit down on the juncture of Dabi's shoulder, and fucked the villain until he squirted around his dick. Sure, the maniac never stopped laughing, but he moaned like nothing else when Keigo made him come.
"Well," Dabi said afterwards, smirking over his shoulder with Keigo's cum still dripping down his thighs, "didn't you just get interesting, Birdie?"
That's how Keigo learned that if he wanted Dabi to trust him, he needed to go off-script and give him something Hawks never would.
So he started feeding Dabi sex and secrets, and that finally got the ball rolling. He only draws the line at identifiable information, like his name, and instead opts for the emotional stories. Him being sold as a child, the many grim details of his training, the bottles stashed in his office, the prescriptions that get refilled without asking, or the first time he stepped off a rooftop and asked himself Why not keep falling? Uncomfortable secrets that make him look human and damaged, one good push away from the edge. The type of hero who would fuck a villain and follow him home for more. And because it was all true, it made the original lie believable. Keigo wrapped Hawks up so nicely, Dabi wanted him to be real.
Hunger. Such a human failing. His old trainer’s voice echoes in his head.
The point is, Keigo found his way in. He got to meet the League of Villains, Shigaraki included, and became their unofficial errand boy and hero informant. He's still not considered one of them (which is almost funny considering what Keigo Takami was born to be), but that might finally change after tonight. He didn't even have to ask. Dabi invited him himself.
"To spend some time with some other murderers and crazies like yourself."
It's almost unfortunate that he'll never be able to brag to any of his handlers about how effective his blunt honesty turned out to be. To Dabi, these stories make Hawks an actual possibility. They make him into someone alive and vulnerable, and most importantly at his mercy. The villain loves to cut him with his secrets as proof that they are really as sharp as they should be, and that there's something alive under there.
True does not equal real.
To Keigo, this is just a different way of being a hero. He'll endure, put everything on the line to get the job done, and clean up the mess when he's done. And it’s strangely exciting to whisper these stories he was supposed to take to his grave into Dabi’s ear, and watch them bloom into something he can use. Like a hungry, human little villain who eats out of the palm of his hand.
Of course Keigo knows how to play truth or dare. He also knows how to win.
Keigo turns towards Dabi. "Go on, then. Explain."
“It’s not hard, Feathers. All you need is a handful of degenerate friends, a few bottles of hard liquor, and a creative mind.” Dabi waits for Compress to finish handing out mismatched shot glasses, and then gestures for Twice to pass a bottle his way. The arsonist fills Keigo's glass to the rim.
“This will be fun,” Twice snickers, settling down in a big purple bean bag next to the couch. “I'd rather go watch High School Musical with Toga and Magne.”
“It will definitely be interesting to have a new player,” Compress agrees from his spot on the floor between the bean bag and Keigo. He has already discarded his mask and he shoots Keigo a wink. “We'll go easy on you.”
“Speak for yourself,” Shigaraki adds with a grin that is downright bloodthirsty. Keigo gives them a dim smile and turns his attention back to Dabi.
“The rules are simple,” Dabi continues as he pours himself a shot. “When it's your turn to pick someone, that person has to choose truth or dare. You then have to ask them a question or give them an order. Also, you can't pick either truth or dare more than two times in a row. And if someone forfeits a round, they have to either take a shot or remove an item of clothing.” Dabi smiles wide, like he's waiting for Keigo to squirm. Keigo stares him down.
“Are there limits?” he asks.
“If you don't want to keep playing, you can always leave,” Shigaraki cuts in. “We're not monsters.”
But Keigo knows leaving isn't an option if he wants to stick the landing on fully infiltrating the League. He won't get another chance like this.
“Sounds like fun,” he says and stretches out to casually lean back on his arms, wings pooling behind him. “How do we start?”
Dabi and Shigaraki exchange a very unsubtle glance. The arsonist looks Keigo up and down.
“So if I choose you….” Dabi leans closer. “What do you pick?”
“Truth,” he answers.
“What’s your real name?”
Dabi had that one locked and loaded. He's been fishing for a while. Keigo keeps him hanging for three seconds, before throwing his shot back.
Ugh, he hates shochu. He can already taste the hangover. He puts the glass on the floor to get refilled. Twice whoops like an idiot. Dabi's face is unreadable.
“My turn now, right?” Keigo asks, and without waiting for confirmation, “Dabi.”
“Truth.” He says it like it's a joke Keigo isn't in on. Shigaraki muffles a snort.
“What’s your real name?”
Scattered laughter and mocking oohs from the others. Dabi downs his shot without blinking.
“You're so lame,” he purrs as he pours both of them fresh shots. Some of the shochu spills over his fingers, and with his eyes fixed on Keigo he licks them clean.
“Hey, I'm learning from you,” Keigo smiles back. “Your turn.”
“Okay, one extra rule!” Compress interjects. “You can’t pick the person who just picked you, or the rest of us will sit here sober and bored until one of you two falls over dead.”
“Fine,” Dabi shrugs. “That was just a warm-up round anyway.”
“Yeah, yeah, we all understand the rules, let’s play already.” Twice claps his hands on his thighs in an excited drum roll. “I’m going first! Hawks.”
“Truth.”
Twice holds out an imaginary microphone.
“If it was a life or death situation, which pro hero would you fuck?” "Or let fuck you!"
Rumi, forgive me.
"Mirko, without a doubt," he answers. Jeers and laughter around the room.
"Oh, I'm sure Dabi has opinions about that!" Shigaraki cackles. A bottle cap sails past his head.
"Okay, but who is fucking who in this scenario?" Compress asks over the clamoring.
"I mean, does it matter?" Keigo smirks. "Either way, I win."
"God, agreed. I would let that bunny do unspeakable things to me with a strap," Compress sighs.
"Aww c'mon, I don't have her measurements! Pick someone I can double next time," Twice pouts. "I do have a pretty accurate Eraserhead, if you're into depressed father figures."
"Shigs might take you up on that later," Dabi snarks on Keigo's other side. The boss flips him off.
It's Keigo's turn again. He tips his head towards the arsonist, who already looks unimpressed.
“Dabi.”
“Truth.”
“When is your birthday?” Keigo asks with the biggest grin. Dabi tsks and empties his glass.
"You suck at this game."
"Made you take another shot, though, didn't I?" Keigo wiggles his eyebrows. "I knew you weren't gonna answer, mister mysterious. Gotta keep all your secrets to yourself. I bet you're an Aquarius."
Dabi narrows his eyes, then adds with a sickly sweet purr, "Just because you don't know your own birthday…"
As if on cue, something hot-and-cold cuts off Keigo's breath.
Keigo never had a birth certificate. All his paperwork was cooked up by the commission, and the birthday they use for Hawks is the day he was sold to them. He will never know his real birthday. Those are the type of secrets Dabi loves; the ones that are layered.
At this point, the feeling is familiar. The initial shock stings like a papercut, and then the pain turns to fire and drops straight down. And there it writhes, until everything feels like Dabi mouthing at his skin and begging for more, more of him, more pieces of Keigo that bleed like a dying bird. It feels like he slick grip of Dabi around his cock, and a whispered promise that the villain will unravel him down to his bones.
It hurts so good. Terribly, unforgivably good.
(He will endure, he will keep his mind on his purpose, but… maybe he was the wrong choice for this mission. Maybe… Because sometimes, something inside him harmonizes with Dabi, and then it's not really about enduring anymore. Then the hardest part becomes resisting the heat of flames he never learned to fear properly- Oh, bad bird, bad hero.)
(It's fine. Keigo is fine. He needs to make this look believable to do his job, after all. He can like it just a little bit, and that character defect will wash away on the day when he washes the League off his hands.)
The rest of the villains at least have the decency to not ask questions, even if Keigo can feel their eyes on him. He lets the sensation roll off him and keeps his gaze firmly on Dabi. The way the arsonist looks at him right now makes Keigo's mouth water. He knows hunger when he sees it.
The presence of the others is all that's holding him back. If they were alone, Keigo would already be on top of him, feeding himself into that furnace.
(It's fine. Hawks is too fast for any of them to catch, anyway. It will be fine. He's here to win.)
“Shigs.” It snaps the tension. Dabi abruptly turns to his other side, where the League's leader is still splayed out on the couch.
“Dare.” And with a haughty glance around the circle, “Because I’m not a little bitch.”
“Show us your party trick.”
“You’ve already seen it," Shigaraki groans.
“I have, they haven’t.” Dabi points at Keigo, Compress, and Twice.
Sighing, Shigaraki gets up off the couch. Spinner sits forward with a grin, clearly aware of what's coming. The League's leader rolls his eyes at Dabi, takes a deep breath, folds his arms behind his back, and gives a brutal tug until his left shoulder pops out of the socket.
“Ouch!” Keigo squawks before he can stop himself.
“What the fuck!” Compress jumps so hard he knocks his shot over.
“Nooooo, put it back!” Twice, peeking between his fingers. “That’s kinda hot.”
Shigaraki pops the joint back into place and lifts his arms with a flourish.
“Tadaah," he says flatly.
“My baby is full of surprises.” Spinner kisses him on the cheek when he sits back down. Dabi smirks at him and shakes his head.
"Neat, but I meant your other trick."
Shigaraki makes a cutting gesture at him. "You shut your mouth. I'm nowhere near drunk enough for that."
“You okay, man?” Keigo asks. Shigaraki turns those unnerving red eyes his way and gives him an impressively condescending smile.
“Aww, are you worried about me, hero?”
Okay, so we're not friendly yet. Gotcha.
He shrugs. “Force of habit. I’ll practice being mean.”
A venomous light kindles in Shigaraki's eyes. He holds his glass out for a refill but doesn't look away from Keigo.
“My turn. I pick the hero.”
“What a surprise. Dare, I guess," Keigo says.
“I dare you to let me grab you by the balls." Shigaraki grins and wiggles the bare fingers of his right hand. Laughter goes through the room.
"I'm warning you, if you decay my toys, I'm lighting yours on fire," Dabi adds with a lazy drawl.
"Hey!" Spinner yelps.
"I won't decay anything." Shigaraki leans towards Keigo, and with the least convincing tone adds, "Promise."
For a split second, Keigo forgets how truth or dare works and all he can see is the danger of the villain right in front of him. He has to fight down his trained reflexes.
That wasn't a threat, and it wasn't a command either. He's messing with you. Relax.
He forces a believable smile and kicks off his boots, and the whole group boos in fake-disappointment.
"Maybe later." Keigo gives the boss an exaggerated wink. "Wouldn't want to peak too soon in the evening."
He spreads his knees a little and leers. Shigaraki rolls his eyes but finally turns away. When Keigo looks over, Dabi is staring at him like he's planning where to sink his teeth in.
***
A few rounds pass, and Keigo feels the shochu starting to affect him. Predictably, the villains keep picking him as often as they can, so he has to pace himself. So far he has taken two more shots and sacrificed his coat (no Dabi, I won't mime having sex with the couch). He has gone in for the easier challenges, like admitting to being ticklish (thank you, Twice), and then letting Compress tickle him. He's pretty sure he scored a few trust points with all of them by volunteering to send his feathers into another room first, so he wouldn't decapitate Compress on accident.
The only person who has taken more forfeits so far is, surprisingly, Shigaraki. The boss is going head to head with Keigo for number of shots, but he has also taken off his shoes, socks and shirt already, leaving him in sweatpants and a chest binder.
Upon revealing his binder, Shigaraki sent a sharp look Keigo's way, like he was daring the hero to say something. Luckily no amount of alcohol would make Keigo that stupid.
All in all, he's doing alright. He's asking low-ball questions and letting them rag on him for it. He's having a fun, non-threatening hangout with the League of Villains, playing childish drinking games and proving he can fit in with them. He's quietly cataloging every detail of their stories in case they reveal something useful.
“I choose… Twice." Keigo points.
“Truth.” “Lies!” Twice is still fully dressed and hasn't taken any forfeits so far, happy to bark like a dog or tell his most embarrassing sex stories. Keigo has also seen him sneak drinks straight from the bottle, so he's not exactly sober, either. He's smiling from ear to ear under his rolled-up mask.
Keigo thinks for a moment before settling on, “If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?”
Dabi sighs in annoyance and kicks at him with one socked foot. “You and your PG questions, I swear-”
“Ooh! I wanna work in the penguin enclosure at the zoo!” Twice interrupts, bouncing on the bean bag with joy. “I wanna be the guy who walks in with the buckets of fish and feeds the penguins and waves at the kids.” He demonstrates his wave with heartbreaking earnestness. “And then the penguins all follow me around and let me pet them. Best job in the world.”
Stunned silence. Not even Dabi has a smartass comment. Keigo grabs his chest with a pained expression.
“Gahh. Leave it to you to stab me through the heart during a drinking game.”
“What?” Twice frowns and looks around the circle. “What did I do? What's wrong with penguins?!”
“Nothing, buddy. Your turn.” Keigo smiles. Twice visibly perks up at being called buddy, and Keigo kinda hates himself for filing that away for later use.
Rubbing his hands together like an evil fly, Twice slowly looks around the circle.
“Boss!”
“Truth.” Shigaraki rolls over with his head on Spinner's lap so he faces Twice.
“Do you pee in the shower?” Twice whispers.
Shigaraki blinks. “Everybody pees in the shower.”
A loud eruption of protest.
“Like fuck we do!” Dabi yells with indignation.
“Ew!” Keigo adds, laughing and secretly glad to not be the focal point for a moment.
“No comment,” he hears Spinner mutter.
“Well, if I’m already in there, I’m not getting back out and tracking water and soap everywhere!” Shigaraki argues, sitting up so he can gesture at Dabi, who only laughs harder.
"Oh God, you're serious! Remind me to never shower after you again."
"Wouldn't hurt you to shower more often! You smell like a burned-out Hot Topic!"
"Boo, shower pisser!"
Spinner grabs Shigaraki around the waist before he can lunge forward, and Keigo does the same with a cackling Dabi.
"Shh, no fighting," Keigo laughs as Dabi struggles to get loose. "No burn wounds or ripped-out staples please, I'm off the clock."
"But he's a shower pisser," Dabi jeers.
"Shh, I know, don't make me laugh," Keigo chokes out. He pulls Dabi closer and squeezes. He's surprised to find Dabi immediately quieting down and slumping against his side. But he doesn't let go yet, just in case. Shigaraki makes a face at the two of them, giggling like idiots.
"I'm glad you finally invited me to game night," Keigo says under his breath, while Shigaraki makes Compress tell them about his worst breakup. He covertly runs his nose over the arsonist's temple. The smell of smoke fills his lungs. He can't help it, he likes the scent.
"Yeah? Having fun?" Dabi twists out of Keigo's grip and turns sideways to face him. Keigo doesn't turn his body away from the circle, because a smart man does not give up his back to a room full of villains, but it's impossible to look away from Dabi. He's sitting so close, Keigo can feel the unnatural temperature fluctuations rolling off him in waves.
"More fun than I've had in ages," he answers truthfully. He puts a hand on Dabi's waist, under the folds of his coat. His heat radiates straight through the thin fabric of his shirt. Keigo's thumb rubs slow circles just above his hipbone. He really hopes he'll end up in bed with the villain tonight, and he's just drunk enough to admit it to himself.
"Mm-hmm." Dabi suddenly grabs Keigo's face. "A glowing review from someone who has been burning his own feathers just to have control over the pain since age… What was it again, fifteen?"
All the air leaves Keigo's lungs. Dabi's eyes glow bonfire-bright, and his smile is a guillotine slicing through the air between them. His fingers dig into Keigo's jaw. Keigo takes a deep breath before placing his neck under the blade.
"Thirteen."
He shivers down to the tip of his wings. It's like Dabi plunges his burning hands right through his chest. It's the most forbidden, exposed, alive feeling in the world.
"Right. Thirteen." Dabi releases his face and lets his hand slide down, slow and teasing, from Keigo's shoulder to his back to the anchor bones of a wing. Keigo has to close his eyes and clench his jaw to maintain his composure, as waves of goosebumps rise on his arms. Dabi always touches him like he feels around for fault lines.
Dabi combs warm fingers through his feathers while scooting even closer. He opens his legs and slots them around Keigo's middle until he's pressed to his side. Keigo can feel every beat of Dabi's heart. "I think I'm gonna keep that one just for myself," the villain hums.
True does not equal real. But it's still dizzying to let Dabi push him off another ledge, every single time. It's all Keigo can do to make sure he grabs the arsonist and pulls him along.
Keigo snakes his arm around Dabi's middle and kisses him hard. When the villain laughs against his mouth, he nips at his bottom lip for good measure.
"God, that shouldn't be so hot when you do that," Keigo whispers. He slips his hand under Dabi's shirt to paw at his bare skin, and damn the fact that they're being watched.
"You're so fucked in the head," Dabi coos. He suddenly grabs a handful of feathers and tugs until Keigo lets out a muffled moan. "You should let me do it instead. Just one feather every time you're being a good boy for me."
His heart stutters in his chest. They haven't played with fire yet, but now Keigo can already feel the words forming on his tongue. Burn me. It would feel familiar in all the worst ways, and fire would never again be a lonely thing. He's surprised by how much he likes the thought.
"You're unbearable, you know that?" the villain adds with that terrible, smoke-wreathed voice that makes Keigo want to tackle him to the ground and rip his clothes off. Dabi's other hand, the one that isn't currently tormenting Keigo's wings, lands on the inside of his thigh, right next to his poor throbbing dick.
"How so?" Keigo asks, licking and sucking at mismatched lips that refuse to kiss back, just to make him more crazy. Fuck, Dabi is all but straddling him, the horny bastard. There's no way he's not equally affected, but he seems to be enjoying torturing both of them. Keigo's hand keeps moving, looking for a pierced nipple to twist and pull. "I thought you liked me like this."
"You're unbearable because your owners thought they could paint you gold and make you a hero. I hate it. They stole you from us." Dabi finally kisses him back, teasingly light. "I'm only here to remind you of yourself. To make you face the carnage. And maybe play around in it a little." He flicks his tongue against Keigo's bottom lip. Slowly, he starts to roll his hips. "Can't wait to set you loose once you remember what you are. It'll be glorious."
The villain tightens his grip, and pain sings across the feathers trapped in his hand. Keigo swears against his mouth, so viciously it makes Dabi smile. The raised edges of his burn scars brush along the corners of Keigo's mouth. God, there is something profane about his type of beauty, at once delicate and corrupted. If this were real, he would be more than enough.
Keigo circles a pebbled nipple with one finger, then slowly twists the small golden ring looped through it. Dabi grins wider the more the twisting starts to hurt. The jewelry is new, to replace a badly sized barbell. Keigo got it for him. Gold is his color, after all.
(It doesn't mean anything except what Dabi imagines it means. Keigo had it drilled into his head: sometimes the best lie is to say nothing, and let them fill in the blanks themselves.)
"I'm gonna fuck you until you forget your own name-" Keigo whispers.
“Ahem. Dabi.” Compress' voice. Keigo freezes. He doesn't have to turn around to know that everyone is staring at them. Dabi doesn't look up either, he just keeps fondling him and nipping at Keigo's mouth. Spinner smothers a chuckle.
"Dabi, your turn," Compress repeats.
“Truth,” he replies, still not moving away. Keigo feels the top of his cheeks go pink when the villain's fingers trace the very visible shape of his dick through his pants.
“What’s your biggest fear?” Compress asks with palpable glee. Dabi doesn't say another word or even look at him, just wrestles out of his coat and chucks it somewhere behind himself, to loud laughter of the group. Even Keigo laughs, then thinks Fuck it and kisses Dabi hungrily. They can all look their fill. He kinda wants them to.
“Apparently, it's overheating,” Shigaraki adds dryly.
***
Keigo's sides hurt from laughing so hard. He even forgets the strain in his arms. He just dared Spinner into a push-up contest and, despite loud warnings from literally everyone else in the room, the villain took him up on it.
By number twenty, Keigo switched to one arm. By thirty, his other arm. At number forty, he started clapping between each rep. Twice cheered so loud Keigo nearly broke from holding in laughter.
At fifty-two, Spinner dropped to his knees and rushed to the bathroom.
"Oh my god, I think he's puking!" Compress cackled. That's when Keigo couldn't hold it anymore and collapsed onto the carpet in a fit of laughter. Twice immediately jumped him, bellowing We Are The Champions. He also handed him a victory shot, which Keigo downed before thinking about it.
When Spinner returns from rinsing out his mouth, he dramatically kneels in front of Keigo.
"I recognize your victory," he mutters. "You are the League's new push-up king."
"He's not a member yet," Shigaraki interjects from his spot on the couch, bare legs dangling over the armrest. He grabs at Spinner with uncoordinated arms. "Get back up here before you embarrass yourself further."
Spinner obliges, crawls back onto the couch and scoops Shigaraki into his lap, back to chest. His big, scaly hands cup the insides of the leader's thighs, squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin. With a satisfied noise, Shigaraki relaxes in his hold like he's sitting on a throne and lets his thighs spread, clearly unbothered that everyone in the room can see the outline of his pussy through his briefs.
Compress smirks at Twice. They both glance at Keigo, who pretends not to notice them tracking his response. Hey, if that's where the night leads… Keigo is just the guest. If his host wants to put on a show, he's not going to be rude and ignore him.
Keigo scoots back to his spot. Despite how sweaty he is from the pushups, Dabi is all over him again right away. Well, maybe Keigo purposely saved this dare until he was shirtless.
Keigo tunes out for a bit after that. He listens just enough to keep up with the conversation, but the drinks are definitely getting to him. When he closes his eyes he feels weightless and twirly. Lying down sounds like a good idea, so that's what he does. Lying down with Dabi, who is also shirtless, and warm, and so fucking horny. Dabi flops down half on top of him with his face buried in Keigo's neck, and he sucks and bites a whole galaxy of little bruises into the canvas of thin skin. He also makes pretty noises when Keigo squeezes his ass.
There are eyes on them constantly. Keigo knows what it feels like to be watched. Strangely, he likes the feeling for once. Deeper than his fabricated heroic pride or any sense of childish shame that was beaten out of him, this attention feels warm and syrupy.
Keigo only rises from his haze with a mild shock when Compress is telling the group about the best sex he ever had.
“One night of fiery passion with the most beautiful woman to ever wield a whip. Milked me dry until I begged for mercy, and then some. I don't think I ever fully recovered.”
Compress' idea of a gentleman never tells seems to be limited to the woman's name, because he's very generous with all the other details. He shamelessly walks them through every position and orgasm, each received with shrieks and cheers from his audience. But what catches Keigo's attention is the end of the story.
“…so I left her there sleeping, and took off with her boots. And I’m still waiting for the day she’ll come and put me in handcuffs for it.”
Keigo shakes his head, stunned. Because he knows a beautiful woman who wields a whip, and who would definitely put a villain in handcuffs for such a stunt, or worse.
“...Nah, there’s no way,” he mutters to himself and turns his attention back to Dabi.
***
A wad of paper hits Keigo in the back of the head. He resurfaces from Dabi's arms and mouth with bleary eyes. He can tell his hair is sticking up like the crown of an unhinged cockatiel.
"Hawks," Twice calls out. "I choose you!"
"Hmm, truth." He immediately dives back in for another lazy kiss. Why do they keep playing this stupid game? He just wants to kiss and touch Dabi, and chase that string of heat to its very end. God, if he loses more clothes and inhibitions, he might just-
"What's the weirdest thing you've ever eaten?"
Frowning, Keigo pushes up on his elbows and thinks for a second, hovering over Dabi.
"Eaten or swallowed?" he asks. Twice chokes on his shot from the previous round. Compress cackles like a madman.
"Those are different answers?" Twice asks. "Alright. Swallowed, I guess."
"Human flesh," Keigo replies with a wry grin. Under him, Dabi bursts out laughing. Fuck, he's beautiful, Keigo's mind supplies.
"What?!" Spinner shrieks.
"You're not serious." Twice gapes at him. "He's a cannibal, I knew it!"
"Listen. It was an accident." Keigo raises one hand and counts it off on his fingers. "An explosive quirk, a hostage situation gone wrong, and I didn't shield my face fast enough. And that's all I'll say about that."
The villains stare at him in drunk silence for a few seconds. Spinner picks up his glass.
"Well. Guess I need a drink now."
"Samesies." Twice refills his own shot and pours half of it onto the carpet. "But how did it taste?" "Oh my god, I didn't mean that, don't tell me."
"Like pork dumplings," he whispers, making Twice scream.
Laughing, Keigo looks around the circle before settling on,
"Shigaraki." And then grunts when Dabi, impatient as ever, winds his arms around his neck and pulls Keigo down on top of him again.
"Truth." The boss tries his best to glare at him, but he's too drunk for it to really land. "A real one, no more playground questions."
"Bet," Keigo smirks. "What's a sexual fantasy that you haven't tried yet?"
Shigaraki rolls his head back so he can peck Spinner on his chin. Grinding his hips in suggestive circles, he says,
"Easy. I want this one to put both dicks in one hole."
The room explodes into howls and jeers. Spinner makes a choking noise. Keigo slowly turns his head so he can properly focus on Shigaraki.
"Wait. What do you mean, both?"
"Take a wild guess." Shigaraki gives him an all-teeth grin. Keigo turns his attention to Spinner and raises an eyebrow. With a hand covering his face from embarrassment, Spinner mumbles,
"It's a quirk thing. Reptile mutation, rare form. My power is nothing special, but at least I got the weird junk."
"Sounds like he enjoys it, at least." Keigo nods at Shigaraki, a wide smile spreading on his face. "Congrats. Am I jealous? I think I'm jealous."
"So are you gonna grant him his wish, yes or no?" Dabi butts in.
"And can we watch?" Twice. "Never speak to me again, sex fiend!"
"He won't do it, I've asked." Shigaraki sighs dramatically. Oh god, he actually pouts. Keigo distantly wonders how he's supposed to write that in a report. Spinner clears his throat.
"Listen. It's a lot." Then trips over himself to add, "Not to brag."
"Not to brag, he says!" Dabi cackles. "I didn't know lizards could blush. He looks like he's about to pass out."
"But I wanna try!" Shigaraki bounces in his lap, as if to prove a point, or maybe as a threat. "My pussy has the strength of a thousand men, I can take it."
There's not much Spinner can add to that, as the group dissolves into new fits of drunken laughter.
***
The music is blaring. Twice cranked up the volume on the shitty speaker when he was dared to give Keigo a lapdance, and no one bothered to turn it back down again after he was done. It sounds like an actual juvenile house party in here, or at least that's what Keigo assumes this is supposed to be.
Every time he blinks, lights and colors flash in his field of vision. Gravity feels different. He is either flying through space or sinking to the bottom of the ocean. Or he's drunk off his ass, that's also possible.
Time starts to fall apart into frames. He watches as Spinner does a body shot off Compress. The next thing he knows, he watches Dabi theatrically strip out of his pants instead of answering What was your most embarrassing quirk malfunction? At some point Twice is making out with someone, and there might have been a clone involved there. Either that or Keigo imagined he saw Jeanist. On a dare from Dabi, Shigaraki demonstrates his other party trick. Turns out he can do a full split, which is stupid hot.
Shigaraki dared Keigo to eat a mouthful of Twice's weird, sludgy clone-mud, which is where Keigo sacrifices his pants. Because even in his current state, no fucking thank you.
Beyond that, it's getting hard for Keigo to keep track of anything going on around him. Especially since Dabi keeps grinding against his dick and whispering the most filthy things in his ear. They are two layers removed from fucking out in the open. To be fair, so are Shigaraki and Spinner every time Keigo's eyes find them.
Occasionally, Dabi's hands wander to Keigo's wings. His touch is nearly intolerable, his hands heating up at random moments, glowing hot enough to sting.
Someone calls Dabi's name.
"Hmm?" he responds, turning his head as best he can while being pinned to the carpet. Keigo, laid out on top of him, lets go of Dabi's mouth and instead kisses a sloppy wet trail down his neck to his collarbone.
"What's your biggest turn-on?" Spinner asks. A hot hand splays out between Keigo's shoulderblades, heating up until he moans.
"Fire," Dabi says with an audible smirk. Keigo's lifts his head.
"That's a lie, it's being tied up. You told me so yourself." He blurts it out without thinking. Dabi, too stunned for a quick comeback, glares at him. Laughter from the other villains. With a smug grin and too drunk to hold back, Keigo leans into his face and lowers his voice to a purr. "And I know it's true. Last time I tied you up and spanked your pussy, you squirted so much I had to let my mattress dry out for an entire day. I think you even begged, you liked it that much."
It's rare to see Dabi speechless, even more so to make him blush. Over on the couch, Shigaraki shrieks with laughter.
"I take back everything I said! I like the bird!"
Keigo should preen at that, he should congratulate himself on making progress with the League's leader. But he can't look away from the villain underneath him, with his flushed face and fiery stare. Dabi likes it when Hawks gives back as much as he takes, but it's clear he didn't expect to be put on display like that. Oh, but losing to Keigo always gets the arsonist so wet. No doubt he's soaking his boxers.
"Oh, I'm sorry, was that a secret?" he whispers so quietly only Dabi can hear. "Do they not know how sweetly you can beg when you're helpless? Are you only a good little slut for me?"
Dabi bares his teeth in a smile that spells nothing but trouble. But he's still too slow to evade a teasing kiss to his cheek.
Even when the villain pushes him away and rolls out of his grip, Keigo keeps laughing. Gods, this, just a bit more of this. He wants to drown in it.
"Hawks," Dabi says.
"Uh oh," he gasps with exaggerated fear. "Dare."
"Let me spank your bare ass."
Keigo considers it for a moment, then shrugs.
"One hit."
"I only need one," Dabi smirks. The villain then tuts when Keigo tries to turn around and present himself. "No, no. Here." And he points at his own lap.
"Really?" Keigo laughs. "You're putting me over your knee?" But he doesn't argue and crawls to Dabi instead, positioning himself in his lap with his ass raised. Dabi snaps the waistband of his underwear.
"You'll learn to behave."
"Oh, I very much doubt that." Keigo looks over his shoulder with a hungry grin. "You know they tried much worse on me, and it clearly didn't work."
Something soft and warm crosses Dabi's face for a split second, right before he tugs Keigo's boxers down to just below his cheeks.
"Nice ass," Compress comments.
"Thanks."
Dabi gives his left cheek a squeeze.
"Ready?" he asks. Keigo wiggles his hips.
"Waiting on you, hot stuff."
He feels Dabi wind up for the hit. He fakes him out two times, because he's a dickhead. And then he brings his glowing hot hand down on Keigo's ass with a smack that reverberates through Keigo's entire body. Fuck, he aimed it perfectly, too. Right on the sensitive crease between his cheek and the top of his thigh. The crowd of villains laughs and ooh's in sympathy.
Keigo's skin throbs with heat. He bites his lip to muffle his yelp of pain, and then lets out an exaggerated moan. Dabi's hand is still resting on the glowing spot he just hit, getting hotter still. All his nerve endings flare. Keigo's eyes roll to the back of his head as he slowly grinds his cock against Dabi's thigh.
Dabi pushes him off his lap. Keigo rolls over on his back, eyes closed, a satisfied smile on his face. Even the scratchy carpet on his stinging ass can't bring him down.
"Damn, he's rock hard already," Spinner chuckles.
"I think I saw it twitch," Shigaraki adds.
A strange coil of pride and nerves winds through Keigo's chest, knowing that all those eyes are on him, appreciating exactly how affected he is.
A hand in his hair. His eyes flutter open to meet Dabi's.
"I guess we all know what turns you on, huh?"
Keigo grins and pushes himself upright. "Yeah. You."
On and on they spin.
Twice asks Dabi, "Who was your first kiss?" Dabi takes a shot and pours most of it down his front. Keigo licks the shochu off his chin.
Shigaraki asks Compress, "What's the worst lie you've ever told?", and Compress chugs from the bottle in response.
Spinner asks Keigo, "When did you lose your virginity?", and Dabi is already shoving a shot at him before he can reach for it. Keigo swears to himself it's his last one, or he's gonna puke up his soul.
In the haze of it all, it occurs to Keigo that all night Dabi hasn't used any of his worst truths as real ammunition. None of them have. Almost like Dabi didn't tell them anything.
Are your parents still alive? Who knows. It's better that I don't know, probably. They beat me, starved me, and sold me off.
How many kills do you have? Do you mean as Hawks, as an operative, or since I started training? I've lost count.
How old were you when you lost your virginity?
If he closes his eyes, he can still see the way Dabi looked at him after he explained that he didn't remember his first time. Keigo blamed it on a combination of constant training, sometimes under the effect of various injections nobody bothered explaining to him, and the fog of obedience and exhaustion clouding his brain. When he tries to remember if it was part of his training, his entire being recoils from the thought. He smells burning feathers. And he can't… He won't look deeper into that particular abyss.
He remembers the shine in the villain's eyes and the bite of his smile. He remembers the silence, and the kiss that followed.
It reminds him of how Dabi brought up him burning his own feathers, and whispered "I think I'm gonna keep that one just for myself" in his ear. Keigo is way too drunk to jump to a conclusion without breaking his neck, but he feels there are dots trying to connect themselves here.
Compress dares Shigaraki to spit a drink in someone's mouth. "Someone other than Spinner," he adds, "to keep it fun."
Shigaraki gets up on unsteady legs and makes a beeline for Dabi.
"Let go of your bird for a second." He holds up his glass. "I've got something for you."
Keigo goes very still as he watches the scene unfold. Shigaraki standing over Dabi, holding a shot of shochu. When Dabi doesn't immediately move, Shigaraki pokes him with his foot.
"You know how this goes. On your knees and open your mouth."
It comes out soft and honeyed, but no less a command. Dabi lets go of Keigo and does as ordered, sitting up on his knees and looking up at his leader. His face is slack, his eyes half-closed, but he's throwing out heat like a nuclear reactor. He smiles when he tilts his head back and opens his mouth wide.
Shigaraki tips the shot into his own mouth and bends down. He cups the back of Dabi's head with four fingers. A visible shiver goes through the arsonist. When their lips brush, Shigaraki lets the liquor out. It drips from his mouth into Dabi's, who lets out a little groan. His tongue flicks against Shigaraki's bottom lip.
Keigo watches as Dabi swallows, his lips still against Shigaraki's, and then he opens his mouth again. They kiss slowly, almost too light to call it more than a touch. Dabi coaxes Shigaraki's tongue out and licks at it, sucks it into his mouth. When he lets go, he sticks his own tongue out and holds still, like he's waiting for something else. Keigo can't hold back a whispered "Fuck" when Shigaraki spits on Dabi's tongue.
"Good boy."
The League's leader stands up, swaying a little. Dabi gives a hazy grin and makes a show of swallowing again. And then they both turn to Keigo, who is still staring.
"You want one too?" Shigaraki asks with a mocking smile.
"Truth? Yeah," Keigo hears himself answer.
Shigaraki gives him a slow once-over, then goes to refill his shot. He walks over to Keigo with an attitude like he's doing him the biggest favor of his life.
"Same drill. On your knees."
He has heard that command many times before, and yet it has never made him tremble in anticipation like this. He does as he's told, folds his arms behind his back and tilts his head up.
Shigaraki touches his face. Keigo knows there should be fear in him, but all he feels is awe and heat. One of the most dangerous villains in the nation, a man with the power of decay in his fingertips, runs his thumb over Keigo's bottom lip.
"You gotta open your mouth if you want it," he whispers.
On a shaky exhale, Keigo opens his mouth. Shigaraki tips the shot into his own mouth and bends down.
His lips are dry against Keigo's mouth, and then the shochu drips between them. Keigo opens his mouth wider so he doesn't spill a drop. Shigaraki is still holding his jaw, keeping him still, then pulling him closer. His tongue is cool from the alcohol when it curls around Keigo's.
Shigaraki lets go of him and steps back, wiping his mouth on his forearm. Keigo swallows and sways. He can't speak. He can barely hold his head up. He's harder than he has ever been in his life, and he knows it's visible in his boxers. The room is quiet, but just past Shigaraki Keigo can see Spinner watching him and slowly palming himself over his shorts.
"Not bad, hero," Shigaraki hums.
"That's what I've been saying." Dabi's arms wind around his waist and pull him backwards. Greedy hands paw at him. A smile pressed against the side of his neck. "Not bad at all."
***
They're reaching their limits. They're all down to one singular item of clothing and completely shitfaced. Keigo is sipping water to try and clear his head, and to avoid puking. He was trained to have an impressive tolerance, but even he has his limits.
Twice is absentmindedly playing with Compress' hair with one hand, and toying with Spinner's fingers with the other. He's wearing nothing but his rolled-up mask, and Keigo has to remind himself constantly to not stare at his dick draped over the crease of his hip. Which would be a struggle even if he weren't fall-down drunk because goddamn.
Compress is lounging against the bean bag in nothing but a pair of underwear that's too tight to leave much to the imagination. Keigo avoids looking his way as well, because it seems like every time he does, the magic man is already looking at him.
Spinner is splayed out on the couch wearing only his boxers, with his face buried against Shigaraki's shoulder, who is still seated in his lap. Keigo could believe Spinner was asleep if it wasn't for the slow curl and drag of his scaled fingers over Shigaraki's thigh.
Speaking of, the League's leader just took off his underwear. It leaves him dressed in just his binder, and cloaked with belligerent levels of drunk confidence.
Keigo tries not to stare, but- Well. He may be only human after all.
"Name two people in this room you'd have a threesome with." Spinner to Dabi. Keigo turns his head just as the arsonist looks at him.
"Twice," he says with a smirk. Twice whoops in victory.
"And?" Spinner pushes. Dabi shrugs, still looking at Keigo with impish fire in his eyes.
"I'll let him surprise me." Then, to Twice, "How's your Aizawa?"
"Scary," he answers solemnly. "Just the way you like 'em."
A little after that, Twice gets up. He yawns and stretches, uncaring that his dick is swinging at eye level with multiple people. He looks around at the chaos of discarded clothes and shrugs.
"That's my time. Off to bed I go. I'll come find my clothes tomorrow." He turns around and makes to leave, but not before making stupid fingerguns at Dabi. "But if that threesome is happening, you know where to find me. Bring your boyfriend, he can watch."
Keigo isn't sure who this boyfriend is supposed to be, so he pretends like he didn't hear. Dabi waves him off, already focused on a new dare for Shigaraki.
"Show us your favorite position." Without hesitating, Shigaraki mounts Spinner in reverse, pressing his crotch against his pelvis and thrusting for good measure. Spinner mutters "Menace" under his breath and grabs him around the waist to hold him still.
"So we can both see the TV, and I can still kick his ass at Mario Kart." Shigaraki says it proudly. Dabi raises a mocking eyebrow at him.
"If you can still game while getting fucked, your lizard should put in more effort," he taunts. Spinner flips him off.
"Piss off, Dabi. Some of us actually have fun on our date nights, instead of just squirting for daddy." Keigo and Compress laugh as Dabi shrieks and lights up a handful of blue fire.
"Nope! You take the daddy thing back right now, or that couch is going up in flames!"
"Does this happen a lot?" Keigo asks Compress as the three others bicker in the background. "I mean, the nudity and the…" He pauses. Compress looks at him in amused silence. "Is this a regular thing? Being drunk and naked together?" And how 'together' are we talking?
"Gotta pass the time 'til doomsday somehow," Compress hums and winks at him. "It's a good bonding activity. Sometimes people cry, sometimes they fuck."
Keigo opens and closes his mouth a few times. He gestures around the room.
"So… do you all-" He falters, but it's clear what he means.
"Jealous?" Compress teases.
"No," Keigo answers, too fast. It gets him a laugh and a pat on the arm.
"Don't worry. You go as far as you want to, with whoever consents. No need to make it complicated."
Well, now Keigo has about a million more questions, and a weird burning sensation running under his skin, but he gets distracted when he hears his own name.
“Truth. What is Hawks’ pet name for you?” Shigaraki asks Dabi in a mocking tone.
"I don't-" Dabi starts.
“Firefly," Keigo interrupts. All eyes turn to him. Keigo keeps his eyes on Dabi. The arsonist tries to look pissed, but Keigo smiles. His wings unfold on their own accord. "I call him firefly, and he likes it."
"God fucking save me." Compress groans and stands up. He rubs at his forehead. "You two are giving me a migraine." He nods at Spinner. "Have fun with them. I'm tapping out." And with that Compress turns around and leaves the room.
After a second of silence, Shigaraki coughs.
"Since you didn't answer…" He smiles innocently at Dabi. "Drink or strip?"
Dabi wiggles out of his boxers and throws them at the boss' head.
"Hawks."
"Dare."
Dabi leans over and tugs at the hem of his boxers.
"Take these off."
He's pretty sure that you can't use a forfeit as a dare, but he's about two hours and ten shots past caring. So Keigo tugs his boxers off and throws them at Dabi, for good measure.
"So what now? Do we keep playing?" Keigo asks. Shigaraki grins at him.
"Of course." And he nods towards Dabi. "I dare you to make him come."
"It's not your turn," Keigo answers, distantly aware that he's balancing on the edge of a knife and this is his last chance to back away.
"So what?" Shigaraki says softly and cocks his head at him.
Keigo tries to figure out if it's a test, a challenge, an offer- And then he looks at Dabi.
"Yeah?" he asks. Dabi gives him a heated look and waves him closer. Keigo crawls to him and lets the villain capture his mouth.
"Yeah."
Keigo guides Dabi down onto his back. Kneeling, he pushes his legs apart almost reverently. All his unscarred skin is flushed, his pussy a gorgeous dark pink color. His folds already shine wet in the low light.
Keigo strokes his slit with two fingers, and preens at that pleased hum from Dabi when he's finally touched. He spreads his lips and dips between them, strokes over his hole.
"Sloppy," Keigo teases him. Even the shallow drag of his fingertips sounds lewd with how wet he is.
"You like it like that."
Humming in agreement, Keigo bends forward and brings his wings up in a possessive display. He might be showing off a little for the sake of their audience, but Dabi also likes seeing his wings flare when they fuck. He bows his head to press a kiss to Dabi's thigh, and slips two fingers inside.
He's wet enough to take it, but the stretch still makes him groan. Good. Keigo knows exactly how Dabi likes it. He hides a smile against the inside of Dabi's thigh, mouths at the line between textured scar tissue and soft, sensitive skin. He starts slow, moving in and out at a languid pace, teasing at his rim with a third finger but never giving it to him. He does angle his thumb up to grind against Dabi's clit, just enough to make him moan, and then pull away again.
Movement catches his attention. Out of the corner of his eye, Keigo watches how Shigaraki helps Spinner out of his boxers. The villain leader is still straddling him, one hand already between Spinner's legs. For a moment Keigo doesn't know what he's looking at, but then he realizes. Spinner throws his head back and swears, making Shigaraki sit up higher on his knees while he slides down in the cushions and spreads his legs wider. Shigaraki's long, deft fingers stroke along a swollen slit in the pale scales on Spinner's abdomen, until they coax something out. Fuck, he really has two-
A hand tugs hard on Keigo's hair.
"Hey. Eyes on me, Birdie," Dabi says sharply.
"Sorry." He faces forward again and presses a kiss to Dabi's thigh. "Let me make that up to you."
He kisses and licks up higher, across the crease of Dabi's hip, to just above where his fingers are sliding in and out of him. The sloppy, wet sounds and the scent of him make Keigo bare his teeth. He presses a light kiss to Dabi's mound, the pale hair matted down with slick from leaking into his boxers for so long.
He pulls his fingers out to give a few lazy strokes up his slit, from his hole all the way to his clit. He runs his thumb in circles against the swollen nub, then spreads his lips to get a good view.
"So pretty."
Then he brings his hand down with a resounding smack.
Dabi lets out a high, broken sound. His body snaps like a whipcrack. Grinning, Keigo slaps his soaked pussy a second time.
"Oh, fuck!" Dabi yelps and tries to squirm away. "Don't."
"Ah, but you like it," Keigo shushes him. He rubs Dabi's pussy with his palm, soothing the stinging skin. The villain tries to glare at him, but there's no denying the shivers going through him. Or the way his cunt pulses against Keigo's palm.
Keigo lowers his voice. "They won't care if it makes you cry. Bet you they'd think you look real pretty."
Dabi squirms and bites his lip. Slowly, he lets his tensed-up thighs fall open again and grinds against Keigo's hand.
"Good thing we're both pain sluts," he whispers.
"Hmm, only with you," Keigo chuckles and slots his fingers back inside. "Nobody does it for me like you do."
When he pushes in deeper, he feels Dabi bearing down on the intrusion, his core squeezing and tightening to chase the sensation. Greedy. He crooks his fingers up, feeling around for that spot that makes Dabi's legs shake. Dabi moans and lifts his knees, tilting his hips to offer Keigo better access. Keigo shrugs Dabi's legs onto his shoulders and hoists him up, pulling him towards his mouth.
"Look at you," he coos, "So pretty." A kiss to his clit. It's already swollen and peeking out from under its hood, just begging for Keigo to-
Dabi gasps out a Fuck and tries to kick at him, and then yelps when Keigo sucks the nub between his lips. He grinds the tip of his tongue into it, up and down, and preens at the broken sounds Dabi makes. Too much, too fast, on the verge of painful. He stops pumping his fingers and instead pushes in to the knuckle, delighting in how Dabi bears down on it again. Trying to fuck Keigo's fingers into all the right places.
Dabi wheezes and grabs his hair, crushing Keigo's face into his pussy. His thighs clamp around Keigo's head like he wants to crack his skull like a walnut. Keigo stops sucking at his clit, instead laps at it with the flat of his tongue until Dabi stops shaking.
"Such a perfect pussy," he hums against Dabi's wet folds. "Been thinking about doing this all night."
Dabi's legs tremble on his shoulders. His whole body shakes and jerks. Hawks picks up the speed, thrusting two fingers in and out, making sure the wet noises fill the room. He can see rhythmic movement on the couch again, but he's not stupid enough to look away from Dabi a second time.
When Dabi's sounds turn into long, shaking moans, Keigo twists his wrist so he's hitting the spot inside dead-on. He places his other hand on Dabi's mound, and presses down with the heel in the direction of his fingers. He grinds hard and mercilessly against his core.
"Ah- Hawks!" Dabi yells. His face is streaked pink, his hair is matted to his forehead, his eyes are clouded over. He's drooling on himself, making noises like he's trying to form words but can't remember any except Hawks.
"C'mon firefly, play with yourself for me," Keigo pants. Dabi whines and nods. One shaky hand snakes between them to rub hard at his clit.
"That's it, almost there. I can feel you clenching. You're gonna come on my fingers like a good boy, aren't you?" So close. Just a little faster, a little harder. "So good, so pretty. Gonna make that pussy squirt all over me again, yeah? You know how much I love it when you do that." Dabi jolts hard. Keigo pretends like he didn't just say love.
"H-Hawks-"
"Aww, you need some more help, firefly?" he whispers. Without waiting, a dozen feathers zip out of his wings. They pull Dabi's arms up, yanking his fingers away from his own clit, and anchor his wrists to the ground above his head. They hold him by the waist, and lock his thighs so he can't close them. Dabi yells and spasms, held hostage on the precipice of his orgasm. Still thrusting in and out of Dabi's cunt, Keigo pulls his other hand away from Dabi's mound and smacks his clit with the flat of his fingers. One, two, three hard slaps.
Dabi breaks with a stuttering moan. His stomach tightens, his head rolls back, and then it's there, pulled out by Keigo like he has his pleasure on a string. Dabi's orgasm hits like a battering ram, over and over, and Keigo feels every spasm around his fingers. The slick is forced out of him in squirts, splattering Keigo's arms. Some of it leaks down his ass and drips onto Keigo's lap.
Keigo coos at him. He keeps fingering Dabi's spasming pussy, slower and slower, until Dabi whines and tries to squirm away. Keigo recalls his feathers and Dabi immediately kicks him off and clamps his thighs closed.
There are streaks of blood oozing down the villain's face. If Keigo hadn't seen it before, he'd be worried. Dabi told him that's how he cries, and didn't explain further.
"So hot, well done," Keigo whispers as he gently strokes Dabi's sides. "You okay, firefly? Need some water?"
Eyes closed and breathing hard, Dabi shakes his head.
"No, you don't want water? Or no, you're not okay?" Keigo presses.
Instead of answering, Dabi opens his eyes. With a heavy stare, he spreads his legs again. He lifts a lazy arm and grabs at Keigo.
"Fuck me," he rasps. And Keigo won't deny he wants to, is already holding his cock and pumping himself slowly.
"You sure?" he asks.
"Want me to dare you? Fine. I dare you to fuck me."
Keigo laughs. "For a villain, you're a massive dork sometimes." He lines himself up, dragging the head of his dick through the wet mess. "Say please," he teases.
"Oh my god, either fuck him or let me do it," Shigaraki's voice snaps at him. When Keigo looks over, he's greeted with the sight of him bouncing in Spinner's lap, one dark red cock spearing his pussy open, a second one sliding through his fist and nudging at his clit. "Either you treat him right, or I will. Get to it, birdman."
"Well, can't argue with that," he mutters to himself. Dabi laughs softly. And then moans when Keigo sinks inside him.
Keigo could turn him over and fuck him from behind, call him a good toy while he slaps his ass… Or he could lift Dabi in his lap, and let him ride his cock while Keigo sucks on his nipples until he can't take more… But Keigo has a quiet preference for this, for being face to face so they can kiss and bite and snark at each other.
He pushes Dabi's knees up to his chest again, angling his hips up. Dabi mewls when Keigo bottoms out, achingly deep in his guts. He's sloppy and loose from coming, but he's still tingling with little aftershocks. Every press and tug on his rim coaxes the sweetest sounds out of him. Helpless, hungry.
Keigo swipes his thumb lightly over Dabi's clit, just to make him yelp and clench, then kisses him to make up for it. Hunched over him like a raptor over a fresh kill, he puts one hand on the floor to steady himself and one on Dabi's thigh to keep him in place. He sets a slow pace, pulling barely out and sinking deep inside. He's gonna make him ache.
"Truth, you want me," he hears himself say when he finally speeds up, snapping his hips sharply. Dabi flashes him a hungry smile, all teeth and smoke.
"Want you so bad, Birdie." Moaning, the villain hooks his hands under his own knees and pulls them back, spreading himself obscenely. "Fuck, harder."
"No. You want me." He's suddenly so sure of it. And when Dabi goes quiet and wide-eyed and looks more naked than ever before, the knife sinks home. Keigo looks down and is surprised to not see a red feather sticking out of his own chest. It's true, and it's real.
Oh. Shit.
A smart man would stop, or at least have a mental breakdown about it. Keigo goes in for a kiss.
Dabi shivers to pieces underneath him, two beats away from panicking. Keigo can taste it in his kiss, he can feel Dabi's racing heartbeat on the tips of his feathers. When he smells iron, he moves to kiss away the tear before anyone else notices. Dabi's scars are rough under his tongue.
His mind fills with memories of fire. He could have loved many terrible things, if not for Hawks.
"I've never wanted anyone as much as you," he whispers back. Because it's true, even if he can't do anything about it. It will always be true.
You are my biggest regret, because how am I supposed to survive this? He doesn't say it, because he doesn't want it to be real. He just kisses Dabi harder, fucks him deeper, pulls him onto his cock until the villain is whimpering into his mouth and his pussy flutters around Keigo's length.
It peaks, then crashes. Keigo groans loud against Dabi's throat as he buries himself deep inside him, his cock kicking. He slides a hand between their sweaty bodies and rubs at Dabi's clit, in fast little circles until Dabi's legs shake and straighten.
Dabi whispers a long stream of fuckfuckfuckfuck until he spasms, again and again. His mouth opens but all that comes out is a choked-off gasp. Keigo moans and rocks himself forward, riding Dabi through his orgasm.
They collapse together, and Keigo cups Dabi's face in his hands.
"Perfect," he whispers. "Always perfect."
He tries to drag it out, to make it last. Every languid thrust, the slide of his cock inside Dabi, every twitch and gasp, he devours it all. Keigo slowly goes soft, and the mess of wet skin should be gross, but it's not. Not with him.
When he at last slips out, neither of them moves to get up. Keigo is too tired to drag him ass to the bathroom, to find his clothes, to even think about going home. He rolls over on his side, and Dabi rolls with him.
He doesn't remember anything after that.
***
When Keigo's phone alarm goes off in the morning, he wishes for death.
Groaning, he sends a feather to shut the alarm off. He can't move just yet. Slowly, he wills his body to wake up so he can assess the damage. He has a hangover that could kill a mammoth, a headache that extends down to the base of his skull, and a mouth full of cotton balls. His arms ache, as does his back, and his stomach churns to remind him of all the shots of shochu he had. Fucking shochu.
His wings are cramping, too. They're caught between his back and what feels like the backrest of the League's lumpy couch. That means he didn't make it home last night. Which means that he still has to fly all the way back to Fukuoka, which means he's gonna be horrifically late for his morning patrol.
Yes, that's his biggest problem right now. Not that he got drunk and naked with the League of villains, not that he was essentially in an orgy, and not that he fucked himself into half a dozen epiphanies which knocked the foundation out from under his entire existence as Hawks. No, we're not dealing with any of that on top of a hangover. We don't deal with that at all. What we're gonna do is get up, get dressed, and-
Something moves. A warm weight curled around him and draped over him. He opens his eyes to find himself staring at a head of spiky black hair. Dabi groans and squirms, pressing his back against Keigo's chest. Something hot rushes to Keigo's head. He has never actually spent the night with anyone. The ratty throw blanket spread over both of them suddenly seems stifling.
Keigo tries to lift his arm that's thrown loosely across the villain's waist. Immediately, a hand closes around his wrist.
"Stay." Dabi sounds about as wrecked as Keigo feels, but he also sounds remarkably alert.
"Is that a dare?" Keigo tries to keep it lighthearted, tries to bury the storm building in his chest under a stupid joke. Because he has to go, he has to.
"No." Dabi moves, twisting around under the blanket, until he's on his other side and looking at Keigo. "Stay," he repeats. Utterly calm, like… Like that's something he can just ask.
Keigo looks at him, and tries to imagine what it would feel like to say no. To leave. He closes his eyes and presses their foreheads together.
"Truth. If you ask me to stay, I will."
Silence. A hand strokes his cheek, combs through his disgusting, sweaty hair.
"Stay." A kiss to his forehead. And so quiet Keigo almost misses it, "Please."
He puts his arm back around Dabi's waist, his hand on his back right at the division of skin and scars. His thumb draws half-circles where Dabi can feel them.
"Okay."
Within minutes, Dabi is fast asleep again with his head on Keigo's shoulder. Keigo is staring at the peeling paint on the wall.
Not in a million years would he have imagined Dabi beating him at his own game, and with one single secret to boot.