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Dabi had been keeping his recruiting job around Fukuoka to himself for a long while. He would mention this ‘interesting recruit’ once in a while to Tomura, disappearing for weeks to ‘keep his whole focus on them,' whatever that was supposed to mean.
At the time, Spinner didn’t think much of it. Dabi wasn’t a good recruiter for the cause, not really—he mostly used hopefuls for arson fodder, and that’s the type of reputation that follows a man back to his organization. Tomura never questioned it, seemingly trusting Dabi’s judgment, so Spinner had no reason to lose sleep over it.
If anything, the fact Dabi is working with this recruit as seriously as he is comes off almost comforting. This person must be strong and intense, dealing with Dabi is not for the faint of heart after all, and no weakling would manage to not only catch, but also keep Dabi’s attention for as long as they have. It’s a compliment. A weird one, but a compliment nonetheless.
That’s all to say Spinner thought this person must be half-way a maniac just like Dabi, and if it went through, then Spinner was sure this person will be of great help for the cause.
So, when Spinner sees god damned Pro Hero Hawks at the first big Paranormal Liberation Front meeting, and not only that, when he sees Dabi talking to him, whisking him away from the crowd with an arm around his shoulders—
Spinner thinks at that moment, he must be missing something here.
Walking hip to hip, sharing hushed words and slipping through the masses to go god-knows-where. They are so, so close.
And heroes and villains don’t get that close. Not without reason.
Spinner doesn’t see Hawks around much. The guy works with Skeptic and the Hero Unit mostly.
It did feel like meeting a celebrity when Hawks introduced himself to the League. Spinner never in a million years imagined himself shaking hands, drinking at the PLF bar with Hawks of all people, but Hawks drinks some mean whiskey like it’s nothing and he’s as obnoxiously charming as he seems on T.V. Also helps that he’s a follower of the cause—a real one, with whom Spinner can actually have discussions on Stain and Destro, not just mindless anger.
The guy isn’t half bad, all things considered. For a hero.
None of that explains why on earth he finds the guy and Dabi talking and smoking in an empty hallway. Alone. In the middle of the night.
They don’t see him. Dabi seems entranced by the animated expressions the hero makes as he talks, as if he’s trying to memorize them all. And Hawks appears to share the interest, doing that bird thing he does when he’s looking at something without blinking.
It’s odd. Intense. Charged with something Spinner can’t quite place.
Hawks laughs at something Dabi says, Spinner can’t hear it, but he sees the dazzling smile that splits his features. That smile is on billboards all over Japan, and still, seeing it in person turns out to be even more blinding. Spinner doesn’t know how Dabi can look at it like that and not scurry away.
Then again, if Hawks can tolerate that icy blue stare on him, they must share something Spinner lacks. The nerve or the death wish, most likely both.
The window opens and Hawks perches on it, giving a cheeky salute before flying off, and Dabi watches him go for a long time, face blank apart from the utter blazing in his eyes. He appears to be lost in thought, almost peaceful, and Spinner has never seen Dabi look like that.
Spinner leaves then, suddenly feeling uncomfortable with how the laughs, the whispers, those looks seem to linger in the air, suffocating in a way Dabi doesn't mind but that tells Spinner he’s overstayed his welcome.
It’s only after that Spinner realizes he felt like he was intruding on a private moment.
He doesn’t know what to make of it. Spinner decides to forget about it.
It’s not his business, anyways.
That quickly turns out to be a mistake.
Maybe he should’ve paid more attention, read between the lines better. Maybe then, he wouldn’t be caught so off-guard when he finds them together again.
This time, they are at the PLF bar, talking about god-knows-what, looking a bit winded. Spinner stares, giving Hawks a small nod of acknowledgement before sitting across them.
Dabi is licking restlessly at his lips, kneading the muscles of his jaw, so much so it’s getting distracting. Spinner wants to ask, he almost does, but decides to take Dabi’s death glare as the ‘stay away’ warning it is and keep his curiosity to himself.
Whatever. Dabi is a walking medical issue, and he does not take well to help offers. Spinner is inclined to write off his foul mood to that, wouldn’t be the first time Dabi decides to be an asshole because he’s in pain and refuses to verbalize it like a normal human being, but then—
Then, when he catches Spinner looking, with that cocky grin that means bad news and a raised eyebrow, Hawks sticks his tongue into his cheek, making a bump.
It makes Spinner stop, thoughts coming to a crash before going quiet for a long, excruciating moment.
Because Spinner knows all too well what that means. He was a teenage boy. He knows.
“What’s your damage now?”
Paired with the ruffled mop of black hair on top of Dabi’s head, and how absolutely wrecked Dabi sounds when he asks that, Spinner can only blurt out one thing:
“Oh my fucking god. You sucked off a hero.”
The words echo around the room, like an accusation of the crime this whole situation should be. What an insane thing to think about, let alone say out loud.
Dabi frowns at him, suddenly angry. Almost like he’s offended by Spinner’s disbelief-rich tone.
“So what?”
So what, Dabi says, like it’s not some out-of-nowhere, earth-shattering revelation he’s making here.
So what, he says, like it’s totally normal that he, Dabi, villain extraordinaire, certified hero hater, gave a blowjob to Hawks, the number two fucking hero of all Japan.
So what, Dabi says, like Spinner is the weird one here for questioning it. For daring to think there is something fucked up about a villain giving pleasure to a hero. Like it’s no big deal.
Hawks’ shit-eating grin must be the worst part of this all. Then again, he’s the one who got the damning blowjob in question. He has no reason to not be elated by Dabi’s defensiveness and Spinner’s utter confusion. He must think this is hilarious—had Spinner not be so shocked, he would see the humor of this all.
Now, he can’t. Not when Dabi grabs Hawks closer by the neck, arm around the hero’s shoulders as he nurses his drink, keeping him flush against himself, as if he’s making a point that Spinner completely misses. They are so, so close again.
And Spinner can only stare, not knowing what to do with himself, how to process this information at all.
It’s that split moment of weakness and morbid curiosity that makes the image of Dabi on his knees in front of the hero pop into his mind, and Spinner feels the scales on his cheeks flare up.
“What the actual fuck.” Really. Spinner didn’t sign up for this shit. At all.
Although they have been somewhat kinda-not-really teammates for months, the things Spinner knows about Dabi are limited, and can be counted on two hands. The man is a bit of an enigma, not to say he’s just a difficult asshole to deal with—which he absolutely is, and he’s not doing himself any favors by sticking to his mysterious gimmick.
What Spinner knows is this: the guy’s got a nasty fire quirk, follows Stain, the lone-wolf type, volatile as shit, comes and goes whenever he feels like it, and likes to do his thing.
What that ‘thing’ is, well, Spinner doubts anyone from the League can even begin to imagine what a man like Dabi is trying to accomplish here. For all they know, Dabi could be either plotting all their murders or getting ready to take over the world. It’s all equally likely.
And now, Spinner knows Dabi likes to give pretty boy heroes blowjobs on his downtime.
Which is just—confusing on so many levels, it’s giving Spinner a headache.
So, just a normal day at the Gunga Villa.
Spinner makes the executive decision to forget about it to the best of his abilities. Just forget it.
Not his fucking business. It’s not—
As it turns out, it’s not Spinner’s business until someone says otherwise. In this case, until Skeptic makes it.
There are two things Spinner knows for sure about Hawks himself: he’s survillenced twenty-four-seven, and he’s fucking Dabi.
How he completely ignored the possible connection between the two is almost embarrassing. Really, it makes watching what is, for all intents and purposes, their sextape a punishment he deserves for being so damn slow.
Skeptic just shows him a few seconds of it, but it is more than enough. Sound and all, full color, high definition footage of Dabi and Hawks fucking in some dark alley god-knows-where. And going by what Dabi said that Spinner already wishes to forget altogether, they both knew exactly what they were doing.
They knew Skeptic would be watching. And if he wants to be a creep, they will ‘give him something to watch’, or so Dabi said, sounding a bit too breathless and riled up for outsider's ears to hear.
If anything, this is on brand. Dabi is the type to be petty and make a show out of it. And boy, did he not disappoint.
Skeptic is livid about it—so red at the face Spinner thinks he might pass out, and the one thing he manages to get across amidst his ranting about telling ReDestro and making them pay for this, is that Spinner needs to ‘fix it’.
“Fix… what, exactly?” Spinner feels it’s appropriate to ask; if Skeptic wants for them to stop using his bugs for free sextape material or if he wants them to stop fucking altogether. Both of which Spinner can do shit for.
If he could, he would’ve done so way before having to watch them fuck with his own two eyes.
Skeptic just shouts some more, and Spinner lets out a heavy sigh from the deepest corners on his chest, if only not to scream.
Knowledge can be acidic. It can be dangerous like a double-edged sword. Spinner didn’t need to know this shit. He didn’t. And now he can only pretend not to see it. Forget about it. But he can’t. Because he has never heard Dabi say ‘please’ until that damned video, and he won’t be forgetting about it any time soon. This is why staying blissfully unaware is a gift.
That Dabi is for Hawks' eyes only. The Dabi Spinner gets is the one who grins that unhinged smile when Skeptic sends him a death glare as they cross paths at the main hall, looking so fucking smug about getting his sextape out there.
Oh, the asshole is enjoying this way too much—at least someone is having fun.
He sees Dabi again the very next morning, and Spinner can barely look at him in the eye when they acknowledge each other in the common room.
The man has been in a pretty good mood lately, not tense and angry as usual, probably because he’s getting laid, and Spinner feels like he should say something, if only just for his peace of mind.
Dabi is his associate, after all. He didn’t mean to invade his privacy and watch him have sex with Hawks. He does respect him, and the guilt on his conscience is eating him alive. At least Skeptic has stopped bothering him over this, but still. One does not just watch a sextape and move on. Spinner might be a villain but he’s got a conscience, alright.
So, he does what feels right and brings it up. He coughs to catch Dabi’s attention and to loosen up the nerves that coil around his vocal chords. Under Dabi’s fiery stare, Spinner almost chickens out, but he’s already here—might as well just get this over with.
“Skeptic showed me," he uses another cough to give himself the time to breathe before adding: "The video.”
Spinner doesn’t know what he expected to happen after that, if he thought Dabi would burn him alive or hunt Skeptic down or both. Whatever it was, Spinner is sure he did not expect Dabi to flash that deranged smile of his, the one that’s so wide it pulls at his staples and makes him look smug in the most terrifying way.
Dabi laughs. Laughs. And says, “Damn. Send me a copy.”
Spinner doesn’t know if he’s joking or not. Probably not.
They must just be into this voyeur, sextape shit. And Spinner doesn’t know what to do with that.
Dabi is doing it on purpose. He must be. It can’t be a coincidence that every time Spinner wants a word with him, he’s too busy shoving his tongue down his pretty bird hero.
He must be doing it to annoy him, and while Spinner does not want to rise to the bait, it’s entirely too hard not to groan aloud when he finds them making out at the common area again, hoarding the couch with their shameless public display of affection.
Well, it doesn’t seem that affectionate the way they are kissing, but Spinner figures that’s to be expected. If there is anything a hero and a villain could attract in each other, then it must be the fucked-up thrill of it all, it’s only logical that roughing each other up akin a fight comes with the territory. Dabi seems to only attract things that hurt him, like a defective quirk and an attractive hero. And Hawks must have some screws loose if Dabi’s patchwork aesthetic gets him going.
They can be weird and intense and gross together, Spinner decides.
As far away from him as humanly possible, though. And as long as it doesn’t impair his fucking job. Which it always seems to do.
Spinner tries to interrupt with a cough, and gets totally ignored.
Well then. A more aggressive approach is needed.
“Are you two done?”
Dabi pulls off first, still lying chest to chest to Hawks, but now with his mouth free to scowl at Spinner over the armrest. “What does it look like, lizard?”
Lizard insults, really?
“I’ll give him back in a moment,” Hawks adds, all complacent and nice before the two start a fight, like the way he grabs Dabi for one last kiss isn’t anything but nice, gloved hand groping and pulling Dabi as he damn pleases, without any regards to Spinner’s presence.
That man is fucking scary, in that ‘he could kill some guy and laugh about it later’ way.
Spinner wants to say he can’t understand what Dabi sees on the guy, but when Hawks is splayed out in that couch, shirt all the way up his chest and washed out jeans riding low on his hips, well. Damn.
Dabi slaps him on the back of the head. Spinner will admit he deserved that one.
“Eyes off the hero,” he declares with nothing but a warning tone that Spinner hears loud and clear. Dabi then turns his attention back to Hawks, jerking his shirt back in place with a scowl. “And you—cover up, you fucking whore.”
This is why Hawks is the only person in this whole army who can humor Dabi. There’s no other person who is as weird and intense as him. No other sane person would find Dabi’s antics funny this way, letting out a full-blown laugh at the rude insult. Spinner was right about Dabi attracting the same type of batshit as himself.
“Classy,” he says with a grin, though he does stand up to flatten up his clothes under Dabi’s blue glare. Spinner can’t understand how Hawks can tolerate that stare on him, let alone like it.
Hawks pats Dabi on the cheek before poking at his frown. “No need to protect my honor, big guy. He can look.”
And it's quite the unearthly sight when, honest to god, Dabi pouts, all petulant and angry, grabbing Hawks by the waist to yank him close. “Not touch, though.”
Spinner chokes. Dabi is fucking jealous, what in the fuck—
“Not touch,” Hawks agrees, giving Dabi a slow, indulgent kiss on the cheek at the seam, where his staples hold his skin together. Dabi holds Hawks all that much tighter under the affection, like that’s comfort enough.
Hawks grins, pushing Dabi’s bangs off his face. “I like to play with fire better anyways. Also, pretty sure hawks hunt geckos.”
Dabi snorts a laugh. “Gross,” he says, and goes for a open-mouth, filthy kiss that they should absolutely not be engaging in with Spinner right fucking there, watching them tongue-fuck in the middle of the Gunga Villa.
So Dabi doesn’t like to be cockblocked or to share his heroes—something else to add to the expanding list of information Spinner did not need to know about his villain associate.
Spinner just wanted to tell Dabi there is a meeting with ReDestro in ten minutes. Just that. What did he do to deserve this?
All things considered, Spinner can be grateful that now the sight of Hawks sitting on Dabi’s lap is not as surprising as it once was. Now Spinner is prepared for it, almost expecting it every time he looks for Dabi at the PLF headquarters. He wished he didn’t have to watch them fuck on Skeptic’s survillance footage to get over himself but beggars can't be choosers.
It has gotten to the point where Spinner can coexist with it—this new truth of the universe. Grass is green, eighty percent of the human species has superpowers, Dabi and Hawks fuck. Totally normal. Spinner is not losing it at all.
Spinner can only imagine the utter filth they are telling each other, considering the unhinged smile on Dabi’s face, the wandering hands. They do kind of look like a normal couple like that, sharing a drink and talking in hushed whispers, being handsy and grossly lovey-dovey for everyone to see.
Spinner can almost forget they are enemies, how they are making out around villains, how this will never stop being fucking weird.
Now it’s just weird in a good way. At least they look happy, and Dabi has been less of an asshole lately, so Hawks must be good for him. Somehow.
Besides, Hawks might stick around for Dabi once push comes to shove, the hero is an invaluable asset to the cause, after all. If the Metaliberation ideology can’t hold him down, then Spinner hopes Dabi’s dick can be enough to keep the bird from flying back to the heroes.
Considering they decide to ditch the PLF party early, to most likely fuck the sexual tension out of their systems up in Dabi’s room, Spinner thinks it could be.
It’s the small wins Spinner must latch onto, if there is no sanity left to be found in this.
Thank god Spinner’s room is three doors down from Dabi’s. He’s heard the horror stories from Geten.
Then again, Dabi hates the guy. Spinner wouldn’t put it past Dabi to make it extra loud to mess with him. It wasn’t that loud in the incriminating video that shall-not-be-named. At least, Dabi hates Geten more than he likes to fluster Spinner with his sexual life.
It really is all about the small victories in villainy.
Hawks comes back early from a week-long mission in Nagoya, and Spinner manages to catch him wandering alone. He can’t quite look him in the eye just yet, but after all the nonsense ReDestro said at the meeting earlier, Spinner is in dire need of a sane person to discuss business over the strongest alcohol the PLF has to offer.
And Hawks is always the man for the job.
They have been bouncing off ideas for about an hour when Hawks’ wings suddenly give a loud twitch, and he gets that Dabi-exclusive grin on his face. Spinner doesn’t really understand how Hawks’ quirk works, but the hero always seems to know when someone is approaching him before he can see them, especially if it’s Dabi.
And sure enough, a few seconds later Dabi is walking through the door. He stops when he sees Hawks, and a deep scowl is quick to appear on his forehead. Spinner can’t tell if Dabi is getting possessive over the hero again or if he’s just upset that Hawks didn’t tell him he got back early.
Either way, Spinner wants nothing to do with it.
Sure, he can be supportive, but he will not be involved in their weird relationship dynamic. If Spinner has to watch them fuck, then they can keep the relationship drama to themselves, it’s only fair.
Luckily, Hawks seems to agree, as he drowns the last of his drink before standing up. He gives Spinner a friendly pat on the shoulder, though his eyes never leave Dabi’s. “Well, this has been a blast, but you know how strays get, the jealous little things. Gotta give ‘em their daily dose of attention or they’ll get prickly.”
Spinner sees the moment Dabi snaps, hands lighting up to that same incandescent blue of his eyes.
“Oh, fuck you.”
Hawks grins, all boyish and fake innocent, evading the gush of fire sent this way. “Now, don’t threaten me with a good time or I’ll start to think you kinda missed me.”
Dabi swears at him again, turning around to make his dramatic exit, and Spinner can’t help but wonder what the hell is wrong with these two. Really. This is something else.
This is why enemies should never fuck. If Spinner ever starts dating someone seriously, he will marry off into a normal civilian life. Fuck villainy, fuck heroics, fuck villains who give heroes blowjobs and get angry after they aren't told when their heroes are coming back from missions.
Spinner wonders what Stain would think of this. The man would probably have a heart attack.
“You either have a death wish or this somehow gets you going, I can't tell which one it is.”
Hawks huffs out a laugh at Spinner’s words, watching Dabi stomp his way out of the room with that intense bird-of-prey, unblinking stare of his. After a moment, and a not-so-subtle stare at the man’s ass, Hawks admits: “I do think it’s funny. The PDA thing. It’s just to mess with people, y’know?”
No wonder. Spinner can’t say he understands, though. He doesn't know.
Hawks takes his silence as a prompt to elaborate further. “Besides, where’s the appeal in sleeping with a fire user if he’s not riled up enough to burn the sheets.”
Spinner shakes his head at Hawks’ silly smirk. These idiots.
Ridiculous. This is ridiculous.
And it’s at that moment that Spinner gives up. If he can't stop them, might as well laugh about it. Not many things bring a villain joy, after all.
“You’re just horny and I'm dumb, got it. Go have your fun.”
Hawks’ grin is wide, sharp and mean. “Oh, I will.”
And if the next morning Spinner barely contains the laughter that bubbles up his throat when Dabi refuses to take a seat at the breakfast table, with an angry frown that contradicts the almost dazed look on his eyes, then that’s an inside joke he can share with Hawks once he’s back from patrol.
It’s less about Tomura finding out, and more about Dabi proclaiming it with no shame. Or well, as little shame as walking into the kitchen at fuck-am in the morning with a hickey and a shirt with two holes in the back means.
Spinner watches as Tomura’s face goes through the whole spectrum of emotions as he stares at Dabi, from disgust to confusion and everything in between.
“What’s that on your neck, fuckface.”
Spinner knows first-hand how Dabi’s smirk over his mug of coffee means nothing but trouble. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yes, I would. That’s why I’m asking."
And if Dabi is good at something, that would be being an antagonizing asshole towards Tomura. “Then fucking figure it out.”
He leaves before Tomura can start his tantrum or try to dust him. “That asshole—”
Spinner almost feels bad that Tomura is the only one who doesn’t know, since he’s been so busy with the Doctor, but he is not going to be the one to tell his boss that Dabi is sleeping with a hero. And by looking at everyone’s faces, they all agree with the sentiment.
Spinner can deal with feeling a bit bad. He chooses it over the embarrassment and possible bodily harm.
Toga didn’t get the memo. Or maybe she just doesn’t care. “It’s Dabi and Hawks, holding hands under a tree! Isn't that so cute?!”
Tomura’s confused little frown makes him look so young, like a lost teenager. And the words that follow don’t help his case at all: “Why is Dabi holding hands with a damn hero?”
That’s when Spinner allows himself to laugh. If he had to deal with this shit, then he gets to laugh over other people’s misery.
After everything, he’s owed this moment of sweet revenge.