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Loud noise and flashing lights were not his type of thing. Music he could feel through his bones and people jammed packed together made his whole body tense. Dabi told him to meet up here, in this underground abandoned shopping mall turned nightclub.
He'd been waiting for nearly 30 minutes for the fire villain to show up. Being stood up was a feeling he didn't like but he had to give Dabi a few more minutes. The heroes expect him to be present during the day, the villains expect him to be on call 24 hours, 7 days a week; the commission believes he doesn't need sleep.
With every wurr and annoying sound that jolted through his bones he got more ready to throw in the towel. His irritation was peaking, turning into anxiety.
On the outside he looked distant and uncaring, almost like he dissociated, but he hasn't had an episode in years. Of course he hadn't been on night six of no sleep for the past few years. He can feel his body go numb and all his senses become useless. The music becomes muffled thudding. Everything looks like a movie or a bad animation. The blur, the lights, the movement was too much for his brain to keep up with.
Instinctually, he zones out and retreats into his head. His thoughts drift from work to Dabi and quickly get wrenched back to clean subjects. He comes back to the present when he hears a familiar voice.
“Hey, pigeon, save the daydreams for later.”
Dabi is in front of him, staring at him. Hawks swallows the building lump in his throat. “ I wasn’t daydreaming. I was waiting for your slow ass to arrive.” Why did dabi have to be the person he liked? Why not just be normal and go with a hero?.. What about his life is normal?
Dabi smirks and moves a little closer to the winged hero, taking advantage of him being flustered. “I’m on time, wings. You’re the one that was early, so waiting so long was all you.” He bends towards Hawks, a predatory glint in his eyes.
Hawks wasn’t dressed for a party but he could tell Dabi was. It was almost embarrassing how he could tell the differences in Dabi’s looks and clothes. If it wasn’t for the burn scars he’d probably be a model. Something about the tight leather pants Dabi had on was playing with Hawks mind. He stares into the taller man’s electric blue eyes. “We’re here for business, right? What is it you want?”
“So forward. You know what, business can wait, tweety. This is my favorite song.” He grabs Hawks wrists and pulls him from the wall where he’s been hiding. “Loosen up, hero. I’m not gonna bite.. Hard.”
Something is strangely familiar about this setting and Dabi, like this is Deja Vu. Hawks doesn’t exactly know what loosening up or letting go is, he spent his life on guard. His father used him as a tool and the HPSC used him as a perfect example for heroes. Neither have given him time to loosen up.
He blushes hard as Dabi starts dancing with him, an awkward back and forth with his arms. He’s not a dancer by any means, wings did not make him elegant in that area. He goes with the swing that he’s being pulled into. Dabi must know how to dance to have something like confidence here. “What do you mean you don’t bite hard, Dabs?”
Dabi gets a wider smirk. “Give me your best dance, birdy, and maybe you’ll get to see. First thing..” He makes a gesture to a person looking around, they bring over two drinks. “Time for some help in your department. Drink.”
Hawks takes a gulp of the fiery liquid, feeling the burn down to his stomach. Dabi won’t give up or let this go until he shows him he can be a person around him. Not a robot. He looks around at the other people, his eye catching the couples dancing, dirty and not meant for the public. Could he do this? Yeah. Could he do this with Dabi? He’ll likely die of embarrassment. The song changes to another fast paced head pounder.
This is his chance to show what Rumi’s been trying to teach him. He moves awkwardly close to Dabi and starts trying to replicate the moves the other couples are doing with ease. He doesn’t have the ease, his muscles are tight and locked. He stops when he hears Dabi laughing, feeling his cheeks burn with shame.
Dabi laughs at the odd uncomfortable movements. “Maybe you need more whiskey.” He pulls Hawks over to the bar. “Bet I can get to 5 before you.” The bird doesn’t back down from challenges.
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Five..Six..Seven.. “Seven! I woooon, dabiiii!!”
Hawks stumbles on the floor with Dabi, looser than he’s ever felt. “I beat’ja, fire boi.” He holds onto the still semi sober man who’s smirking.
“That you did, birdy. Now what did you wanna show me?” Dabi holds the smaller man up with ease, the two cups of alcohol not doing much to affect him. The smoke and chemicals in the air are doing more, making the winged man look even hotter.
Hawks can feel the music start to make him feel light. He starts to move up against Dabi, trusting the other man's hands to hold him up until he gets his legs back. The alcohol pulses through him and the dancing gets more stripperish. He turns in the fire users hands, pressing his butt to him. Rumi taught him to twerk, grind and drop.
Dabi holds Hawks sides, squeezing in rhythm. The room is blurry except for the winged man in front of him. He finds the right beat and joins Hawks in the dirty dancing. He can hear his dancing partner get surprised by him joining in. Dabi smiles wide at this.
Hawks straightens up so he’s standing fully against Dabi’s chest, the heat of the room making them both sweat. He smirks and kisses the raven haired man. Thinking he could just kiss him and pull away drops as soon as Dabi moves a sturdy hand to knot into the wild blonde hair.
Drunken and sloppy, their first kiss is a mess. Dabi lets up long enough to turn hawks around in his arms. Hawks pushes into the soft warm kiss, his arms wrapping around Dabi’s neck, his hands finding the man’s hair. Dabi leads them towards the doors after a few minutes. Pulling at Hawks Jacket and shirt.
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Hawks wakes up with a weird feeling, like he can’t move well. He sees that he's laying on someone's bare chest and with further inspection he put’s together that it’s Dabi. His cheeks turn bright red. He’s pulled back down by the man he was only supposed to do business with.
How will he explain this to his bosses? How will this not interfere with his job? Why does he like this feeling? Why could he see himself with Dabi like this for the rest of his life?...The feeling clicks from his thoughts to his heart. He can’t leave this man or hate him.. Well, he could never truly hate him, even when he’d first met him. He relaxes back on his man's chest with a sigh. “I love you, Dabi.”
Dabi smiles and slightly tightens his grip on the bird in his arms. “I love you too, Keigo.”