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Dabi steps into the ritzy hallway of the PLF mansion after a day out. He doesn’t know why Shigs still wants him to keep going with the recruitment gig. Dabi is clearly not the best at it - apparently, burning people is not the best way to recruit them - and they have a whole damn army ready to answer Crusty McHand’s any desire. Something about not trusting his new sugar daddy completely. Dabi can’t blame him, he doesn’t trust any of those guys either.
Or maybe Shigs is more clever than Dabi gives him credits for and he knows it would be a terrible idea to have Dabi stuck in the same place as Geten, 24/7.
Speaking of the devil. Dabi spots the ice fucker on the other side of the hallway, chatting up with Hawks. Hawks seems relaxed, hands in his pockets, wings lax on his back, and an amused smile on his face as he looks at Geten’s animated hand gestures as he speaks about whatever complot theory he must have read on Reddit the night before.
Dabi doesn’t like this. Why? Because Geten is an asshole. It shouldn’t bother him to see Hawks playing buddy-buddy with Re-Destro’s crew, except it does. Especially fucking Geten. Hawks is his their informant. They might be one single organization now but Dabi is absolutely not willing to let Hawks work for them.
He walks to them, frustration bubbling in his chest. Hawks spots him but before he has the time to greet him, Dabi has slung an arm around Hawks’ shoulders and looks down at Geten with a wide grin.
“What are you two talking about?”
“Why do you care?” Geten hisses, his face twisted in a scowl.
“Oh? Were you trading beauty routines? Is that it?”
“Dabi, what the—” Hawks starts.
“We were talking about things that wouldn’t make sense for your poor burned pea brain,” Geten retorts. “Get lost, you’re lowering the IQ of the whole room.”
Dabi bristles and steam rises from his seams. Hawks slips out of Dabi’s half-hug and stands between them, wings slightly raised. “Hey hey, everyone chill.”
Geten huffs and looks at Hawks. “I’ll catch you later, Hawks. Good luck dealing with Pea brain over there.”
“You wanna go, Ice Queen? You want me to ruin your princess face with one or two burns?”
“Dabi, that’s enough.”
“Ain’t nobody asking you, Birdie.”
Hawks plants himself in front of Dabi, his stupid brows furrowed. “You’ve been interrupting my conversation with Geten for no good reason. I’m allowed to interrupt yours.”
Dabi averts his eyes from Geten who just turns on his heels to leave and focuses on Hawks. “So what?”
“What’s your problem?”
“I don’t like that fucker.”
Hawks raises an eyebrow, arms crossed on his chest. “And it’s my problem because?”
“Because you’re mine,” Dabi snaps without thinking. “Ours,” he corrects quickly as he realizes what he just said. “You’re ours.”
Hawks looks at him in silence for a heartbeat, his eyes slightly widening. “I don’t belong to anyone, Staples.”
“Yeah, right.”
Hawks steps closer into Dabi’s space, wings rustling, visibly pissed. He digs a gloved finger in Dabi’s chest. “I don’t belong to anyone, and especially not you.”
The frustration rises again and Dabi leans forward, his face almost touching Hawks. “Oh you sure about that, hero ? You’ve been pretty quick to answer all my calls, though.”
“Because you had something I wanted. It doesn’t mean I belong to you in any way. Don’t take your fantasies for reality.”
“You’re lying to yourself.”
“And you’re out of your mind.”
Dabi’s grin and he’s so close, his nose almost brushes against Hawks’. “I never pretended I was sane.”
“What are you doing?” Hawks asks in a low voice but his pupils are shot wide as he looks at Dabi.
“No clue. I’m out of my mind, remember?” And Dabi closes the space between them, pressing his lips against Hawks’ chapped ones.
Hawks stays still, not answering the kiss but not pulling away either. Dabi withdraws, suddenly unsure but trying to hide his trouble behind a blank face. Hawks grabs the lapel of his jacket and yanks him back, crashing their lips together. Dabi wraps his arms around Hawks’ waist, pulling him closer as they devour each other’s mouth. It’s not the first time Dabi kisses someone, but it’s definitely the first time that he’s sober doing it.
What are they doing?
He really is out of his mind.
It’s going to turn into a Problem™, Dabi can feel it. And he has enough on his plate, he doesn’t need this on top of everything. He should withdraw now and laugh it off. He should but his hands seem glued to Hawks’ waist, unable to let go.
Hawks’ tongue slips in his mouth and Dabi’s train of thought stalls.
Fuck it.