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Oho. ( it's a warm rumble, his gaze squinting, amused. ) Is that right?
( --which means that he has no idea that he's been here, before. means that he's ignorant to what goes on here, ignorant to the real reasons for this party, ignorant to everything that he used to know. it means he doesn't know endeavor had been here, once, or that they'd fucked more than a few times; he's not going to share that information, not going to let it slip past his tongue just yet. that's ammunition to use later, a loaded gun that he doesn't have to fire just yet.
hawks looks--a little worse for wear. if they were together right before he came here: well, judging by the slightly damaged look in his gaze, sharp, he thinks he can imagine just the moment. he'll keep that in his back pocket, along with the slur of hawks' real name, for now. pointedly, the free hand he lifts is empty, fingers splayed, palm open--as though to show, playfully, that he's not teeming with fire, bubbling up with flames. that hand slides, an arm that hooks, lightly, around hawks' back, just below those baby wings. )
Bet you didn't. Unfortunately, I've been stuck in this shithole for almost a year now, so you're gonna have to get used to having me around.
( he doesn't use the brace of his arm to drag hawks closer--instead, it's more to twist him in the direction of the bar, instead, tipping his empty glass towards it in indication. he meant what he'd said about getting another drink. )
You get the explanation about what you gotta do in this place? ( his smile is all teeth, walking them forward like they're on some kind of fucked up date. ) Feel like I'm gonna blush if I gotta explain it to you.
[Hawks keeps it neutral, still trying to suss out what the atmosphere is between the two of them. Bakugo had been kind enough to explain the timeline issue, and well, he can't tell if Dabi is from earlier on, knows Hawks as an ally, or if he's from after Hawks had exposed himself. Best to play it as neutrally as possible, fraught as the situation is, until he knows for sure. The last thing he wants is to trigger a knock-down drag-out fight in the middle of a high-class party, not because he'd be embarrassed but because there are too many people here to take out of the way of Dabi's flames for the small amount of feathers that have grown back in the past half-day.
Still, it's impossible to hide the slight damage about him, the charred down on his wings, and Hawks feels...well...a little out of his element. Usually he's the one on top, with more information than the other party, but in this case he's at complete disadvantage. He knows he's been here before, and if Dabi had been here for almost a year, he'd certainly run into whatever iteration of Hawks that had been here before, whether it was just him from a different timeline or from a different reality altogether.
It's going to give him a headache if he thinks about it too much.
That hand hooks around his waist, then, urging him toward the bar, and he frowns a little at Dabi before putting that neutral expression on again and speeding up just a touch so the other man doesn't have to urge him on, doesn't have to touch him, though whether Dabi will stop remains to be seen.
When Dabi asks if he's had the explanation about what goes on here, Hawks finally cracks a real smile, just for a moment, and a single little chuckle.]
I've been told, but you know, I think I'd like to see you blush, just to know you can.
( that hurried movement seals the deal--he doesn't want to be touched, especially not by these hands, which means the crumbling wings at his back are in fact his own doing. with a slow curl of a smile, he lets his fingers arch back into his own palm, arm dropping down, and he lets hawks guide them forward, lets him clear the path so that they can make it to one of the empty sides of the bar. there, he comes in at hawks' side, sliding his empty glass down on the bar top before he tilts his head back, trying to get the attention of one of the bartenders.
there, he orders them two beers--and jerks a thumb towards hawks in indication. )
This pretty thing's paying. ( that earns a nod from the bartender, who shifts to pull them two beers off tap; he hadn't specified, and doesn't really care. the drink is only his secondary interest. ) Well.
( his hand closes into a fist, rapping lightly on the top of the bar, as though he can't imagine having to explain this--but his lurid grin says otherwise, as he angles his head, looking at hawks' through playfully lidded eyes. )
Didn't know you were that kinda pervert. I blush all the time.
( he doesn't. sometimes he's not even sure if his face can get that red anymore. )
But, since you're asking. ( the bartender returns with two glasses, and he palms at one, sliding it closer so that he can take a sip off the top, licking away the foam left on his lips. ) It's a sex resort. You gotta fuck to make money. Fuck to earn cards. Earn the fifty-two cards of a deck and you're out of here.
( his brows lift, as he takes another gulp of beer. ) Or so they say, anyway.
[It's a little surprising when Dabi drops his hand and stops touching him - he'd expected the other man to keep doing it to keep him on his toes, uncomfortable, to play some kind of mind game. Instead, Dabi simply lets him lead the way to the bar and then orders them two beers. Calls him pretty again.
Dabi's been here for nearly a year, and there's been an incarnation of Hawks himself here during that year, and Dabi is repeatedly calling him pretty. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to put together what might have happened between them before in a place like this. The thought of it sends a flush of heat through his body, at the same time as the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and stand up, like a prey animal in the presence of a predator. He pays, mouth pursed, from the few payouts he'd gotten from playing games so far.]
Why would you have any idea what kind of pervert I am, Touya?
[It comes out breezy and light, and he takes his beer, lifts it to his mouth and sips from it, gold eyes locked on Dabi, watching for his reaction at being called by name so shamelessly. He listens to Dabi explain the place in that hoarse voice, how you have to fuck to accomplish anything, to get by, to get home. That flush of heat goes through him again at the explanation.]
That's about what I was told, though not in so many words.
( the breath he lets out is tinged with laughter, but it's gone cold--his hand tightens, a threat, around his glass, like he wants to crush it in his palm, let the pieces break and fall apart in his grip. after all this time here, after having to contend with those few weeks of endeavor's solemn touya every time they crossed paths, dropping his name here and there without any care or condition: it irritates him, hearing it slip off hawks' tongue like that, and a part of him wants to rip it right out of his mouth.
not here. a brief glance tells him the bar is crowded, which is why they're already so close together: and as much as he'd love to torch this party to the ground, he knows better than to try. )
Is this the game we're playing, Keigo? ( his gaze rolls, pointed, to hawks' face, before he lifts his beer up again for a slow swallow. )
Don't say that name again.
( there's a complicated feeling he has, now--with recent events, recent inquiries, and he doesn't want to have to explain that to someone like hawks. with a slow shake of his head, like he's disappointed, he takes another gulp of beer. )
Last time you were here, we managed to play nice. You wanna tell me how you want things to be, little bird? You want to look over your shoulder every fucking minute, wondering if I'll be there?
( a soft snort of breath. ) Wondering if our dear leader will be there?
[It's not hard to tell that using his name had gotten to Dabi, because he can see his hand tightening on his glass, and then the other man is telling him in that hoarse voice not to say that name, using Keigo on him. Keigo isn't his name, not anymore, hasn't been for a long time.
Part of him is seriously tempted to bring this to a head, to clarify that they're in different camps, that Hawks is a hero and Dabi is a villain and there's no playing nice to be had. But that would be stupid, wouldn't it? Bakugo had made it clear who's in this place and Hawks is aware he's outnumbered and outpowered. Even just Dabi himself could easily kill Hawks without thinking too much about it, especially with the state of his feathers at the moment. And that doesn't take into consideration the innocent bystanders here. Of course, there's also Bakugo's safety to consider, Hawks feels the responsibility to look out for him.
He can feel the tension in his back, in his neck, when Dabi asks how he wants things to be - he wants to go home, that's what he wants. To not be in this situation. But he just takes a deep breath and gives Dabi a crooked smile, lifting a hand and tapping his finger against his lower lip.]
( there's a considering tilt of his head--like he's at least thinking about it, as he leans one arm into the bar, letting his weight shift into it. 'live and let live' is sort of what he'd tried to do, but that had been back before everything: and hadn't he ended up regretting it? wanting to kill the heroes here anyway, after everything? true, he's left bakugou alone for the most part, but that's different.
with another slow swallow of his beer, he sets it down, straightening. )
Or a fuck and be fucked, kinda situation.
( a considering lift of a brow, but he's at least half-smiling, and with another swallow, the rest of his beer is drained.
he waits for the reaction, at least, before he calls the bartender over for another round--mostly because he isn't going to waste his time, if hawks is going to get flippant about it all. he's not particularly bothered either way, but a card is a card, and it's much easier to keep tabs on someone directly than by following them at a distance through the resort. )
All depends on you, little bird. Guess you'll get acclimated and figure it out.
[Well, there it is. Confirmation of what he'd expected already. Whatever previous incarnation of himself was here has definitely slept with Dabi, and he doesn't know what to think about that. Part of him recoils from it, as if finding out he'd done something incredibly kinky that he'd be embarrassed to admit.
Part of him feels that flush of heat again, and gold eyes stay locked on Dabi's face, even as he takes another long pull from his glass of beer. When the other man orders another round, he tilts his head back and chugs the rest of the beer, his throat exposed and adam's apple bouncing a little with each swallow. After he puts the cup back down on the bar, he lifts his hand and wipes at his mouth with the back of it, eyes still on Dabi's face.]
Fuck and be fucked, huh?
[It's lazy, a little drawled, and as the bartender drops off another beer, he picks it up to sip, trying to work out what to say. Dabi is right, as much as that rankles him, he's right when he says they should play nice, not be having wars and fights in this place. But fucking?]
So it is true then. I thought it might be, when you called me 'pretty bird' but I wasn't sure.
[Leaning in to the bar, he rests his elbow against the edge of it and plops his chin into his own palm, still making eye contact. When he speaks again, his voice is still low and drawly and maybe a touch hoarse from that heat that suffused him at the thought of it.]
I've got to say, I hope I was a good lay.
[Lifting his free hand, he makes a "V" with his fingers, eyes sinking shut as he grins at the other man.]
( with his new glass at the ready, curved into his palm, he takes one glance at that stupid look on hawks' face--and laughs, a snort of it despite himself; to excuse the smile, he drags his new glass up for another swallow. the beer's cold, and it helps temper down the heat bubbling beneath his skin.
at least it doesn't seem like they'll be at each other's throats, which is good enough for him. he's got enough trouble in this place without having to keep a watchful eye on some nosy fake hero. )
Yeah? You worried you weren't?
( a small tease, as he takes another swallow of his beer. )
You spread yourself out for me real nice in the arcade one time. Flat on your back on the air hockey table, legs spread, kinda begging for it.
( it's an echoing drawl, his free hand lifting, a palm skating through the air as though in indication; it's not a fully accurate description, but for once, he isn't lying, either. )
Guess you're gonna have to do it again to see if it was worth it.
[It's different, knowing it happened, and hearing details about what happened. It's hard to imagine, though, and he tries to think of a situation in which he'd spread himself out for Dabi, of all people, and beg for it. The mental image is...something.]
Well, I live to please, you know that, Dabi.
[It's lilting, teasing, not genuine in any way. The teasing is good, the joking is good, because he doesn't exactly want to be at Dabi's throat either. Doesn't want to have to live here looking over his shoulder and watching his own back, wondering when Dabi's blue flames are going to lick against his wings again.
But to spread himself out and beg to be fucked by Dabi? That's...something else. Something entirely different. And he doesn't know how it makes him feel.]
Do it again, huh? Are you coming onto me?
[Raising an eyebrow, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Dabi's face, and then he brings his cup to his mouth and takes a long pull from it, licking the foam away from his upper lip. Tries to imagine kissing him, what he'd taste like, what he'd look like naked, how it would feel to have Dabi's cock slide inside him. Imagines being suffused in that scent of smoke and flame and dry air, what Dabi's hands would feel like on his thighs, pushing them apart.
Licking his lips again, he breaks eye contact and laughs, shaking his head.]
Guess you must've liked it then, if you're so eager to do it again.
( hawks had always been easy for him to read--but that isn't to say that he doesn't at least acknowledge that the show he puts on, the charm, the smile, the laughter...it all works for other people, just not for him. and that's no fault of hawks' talents, really, but simply the reality of his own pessimism: he doesn't trust anyone, doesn't believe in anything to begin with. it had been easy, back then, to figure out that there was no way in hell hawks truly supported the league--but then, it had been better for his own machinations to let hawks continue to weave his way among them.
so there's a soft chuckle, bemused, as he twists back to face the bar again, watching the lights dance off all the bottles lined up on mirrored shelves. )
It's nice to have you on your back where you belong.
( and that's the most honest he thinks he's willing to be--he could admit that it had been a little fun, could admit that hawks isn't a bad fuck, but why say things that he's sure the hero already knows? he's young and popular, way more liked than the monstrosity sitting at number one on the hero charts; hawks doesn't need him to stroke his ego.
he takes another slow swallow of beer, still not looking at him. )
If you get lonely, you know where to find me. ( one hand lifts: a little wiggle of his wrist in indication, the watch there obvious. ) These things work like phones. There's a whole dating app and shit, too. Bet you'll find plenty of people to help you pass the time.
( --which isn't an insult, really: hawks knows his way around people. )
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( --which means that he has no idea that he's been here, before. means that he's ignorant to what goes on here, ignorant to the real reasons for this party, ignorant to everything that he used to know. it means he doesn't know endeavor had been here, once, or that they'd fucked more than a few times; he's not going to share that information, not going to let it slip past his tongue just yet. that's ammunition to use later, a loaded gun that he doesn't have to fire just yet.
hawks looks--a little worse for wear. if they were together right before he came here: well, judging by the slightly damaged look in his gaze, sharp, he thinks he can imagine just the moment. he'll keep that in his back pocket, along with the slur of hawks' real name, for now. pointedly, the free hand he lifts is empty, fingers splayed, palm open--as though to show, playfully, that he's not teeming with fire, bubbling up with flames. that hand slides, an arm that hooks, lightly, around hawks' back, just below those baby wings. )
Bet you didn't. Unfortunately, I've been stuck in this shithole for almost a year now, so you're gonna have to get used to having me around.
( he doesn't use the brace of his arm to drag hawks closer--instead, it's more to twist him in the direction of the bar, instead, tipping his empty glass towards it in indication. he meant what he'd said about getting another drink. )
You get the explanation about what you gotta do in this place? ( his smile is all teeth, walking them forward like they're on some kind of fucked up date. ) Feel like I'm gonna blush if I gotta explain it to you.
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[Hawks keeps it neutral, still trying to suss out what the atmosphere is between the two of them. Bakugo had been kind enough to explain the timeline issue, and well, he can't tell if Dabi is from earlier on, knows Hawks as an ally, or if he's from after Hawks had exposed himself. Best to play it as neutrally as possible, fraught as the situation is, until he knows for sure. The last thing he wants is to trigger a knock-down drag-out fight in the middle of a high-class party, not because he'd be embarrassed but because there are too many people here to take out of the way of Dabi's flames for the small amount of feathers that have grown back in the past half-day.
Still, it's impossible to hide the slight damage about him, the charred down on his wings, and Hawks feels...well...a little out of his element. Usually he's the one on top, with more information than the other party, but in this case he's at complete disadvantage. He knows he's been here before, and if Dabi had been here for almost a year, he'd certainly run into whatever iteration of Hawks that had been here before, whether it was just him from a different timeline or from a different reality altogether.
It's going to give him a headache if he thinks about it too much.
That hand hooks around his waist, then, urging him toward the bar, and he frowns a little at Dabi before putting that neutral expression on again and speeding up just a touch so the other man doesn't have to urge him on, doesn't have to touch him, though whether Dabi will stop remains to be seen.
When Dabi asks if he's had the explanation about what goes on here, Hawks finally cracks a real smile, just for a moment, and a single little chuckle.]
I've been told, but you know, I think I'd like to see you blush, just to know you can.
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there, he orders them two beers--and jerks a thumb towards hawks in indication. )
This pretty thing's paying. ( that earns a nod from the bartender, who shifts to pull them two beers off tap; he hadn't specified, and doesn't really care. the drink is only his secondary interest. ) Well.
( his hand closes into a fist, rapping lightly on the top of the bar, as though he can't imagine having to explain this--but his lurid grin says otherwise, as he angles his head, looking at hawks' through playfully lidded eyes. )
Didn't know you were that kinda pervert. I blush all the time.
( he doesn't. sometimes he's not even sure if his face can get that red anymore. )
But, since you're asking. ( the bartender returns with two glasses, and he palms at one, sliding it closer so that he can take a sip off the top, licking away the foam left on his lips. ) It's a sex resort. You gotta fuck to make money. Fuck to earn cards. Earn the fifty-two cards of a deck and you're out of here.
( his brows lift, as he takes another gulp of beer. ) Or so they say, anyway.
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Dabi's been here for nearly a year, and there's been an incarnation of Hawks himself here during that year, and Dabi is repeatedly calling him pretty. It doesn't take a lot of imagination to put together what might have happened between them before in a place like this. The thought of it sends a flush of heat through his body, at the same time as the hairs on the back of his neck prickle and stand up, like a prey animal in the presence of a predator. He pays, mouth pursed, from the few payouts he'd gotten from playing games so far.]
Why would you have any idea what kind of pervert I am, Touya?
[It comes out breezy and light, and he takes his beer, lifts it to his mouth and sips from it, gold eyes locked on Dabi, watching for his reaction at being called by name so shamelessly. He listens to Dabi explain the place in that hoarse voice, how you have to fuck to accomplish anything, to get by, to get home. That flush of heat goes through him again at the explanation.]
That's about what I was told, though not in so many words.
[Still breezy, light, as if he's unbothered.]
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not here. a brief glance tells him the bar is crowded, which is why they're already so close together: and as much as he'd love to torch this party to the ground, he knows better than to try. )
Is this the game we're playing, Keigo? ( his gaze rolls, pointed, to hawks' face, before he lifts his beer up again for a slow swallow. )
Don't say that name again.
( there's a complicated feeling he has, now--with recent events, recent inquiries, and he doesn't want to have to explain that to someone like hawks. with a slow shake of his head, like he's disappointed, he takes another gulp of beer. )
Last time you were here, we managed to play nice. You wanna tell me how you want things to be, little bird? You want to look over your shoulder every fucking minute, wondering if I'll be there?
( a soft snort of breath. ) Wondering if our dear leader will be there?
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Part of him is seriously tempted to bring this to a head, to clarify that they're in different camps, that Hawks is a hero and Dabi is a villain and there's no playing nice to be had. But that would be stupid, wouldn't it? Bakugo had made it clear who's in this place and Hawks is aware he's outnumbered and outpowered. Even just Dabi himself could easily kill Hawks without thinking too much about it, especially with the state of his feathers at the moment. And that doesn't take into consideration the innocent bystanders here. Of course, there's also Bakugo's safety to consider, Hawks feels the responsibility to look out for him.
He can feel the tension in his back, in his neck, when Dabi asks how he wants things to be - he wants to go home, that's what he wants. To not be in this situation. But he just takes a deep breath and gives Dabi a crooked smile, lifting a hand and tapping his finger against his lower lip.]
So is it a live and let live sort of situation?
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with another slow swallow of his beer, he sets it down, straightening. )
Or a fuck and be fucked, kinda situation.
( a considering lift of a brow, but he's at least half-smiling, and with another swallow, the rest of his beer is drained.
he waits for the reaction, at least, before he calls the bartender over for another round--mostly because he isn't going to waste his time, if hawks is going to get flippant about it all. he's not particularly bothered either way, but a card is a card, and it's much easier to keep tabs on someone directly than by following them at a distance through the resort. )
All depends on you, little bird. Guess you'll get acclimated and figure it out.
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Part of him feels that flush of heat again, and gold eyes stay locked on Dabi's face, even as he takes another long pull from his glass of beer. When the other man orders another round, he tilts his head back and chugs the rest of the beer, his throat exposed and adam's apple bouncing a little with each swallow. After he puts the cup back down on the bar, he lifts his hand and wipes at his mouth with the back of it, eyes still on Dabi's face.]
Fuck and be fucked, huh?
[It's lazy, a little drawled, and as the bartender drops off another beer, he picks it up to sip, trying to work out what to say. Dabi is right, as much as that rankles him, he's right when he says they should play nice, not be having wars and fights in this place. But fucking?]
So it is true then. I thought it might be, when you called me 'pretty bird' but I wasn't sure.
[Leaning in to the bar, he rests his elbow against the edge of it and plops his chin into his own palm, still making eye contact. When he speaks again, his voice is still low and drawly and maybe a touch hoarse from that heat that suffused him at the thought of it.]
I've got to say, I hope I was a good lay.
[Lifting his free hand, he makes a "V" with his fingers, eyes sinking shut as he grins at the other man.]
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at least it doesn't seem like they'll be at each other's throats, which is good enough for him. he's got enough trouble in this place without having to keep a watchful eye on some nosy fake hero. )
Yeah? You worried you weren't?
( a small tease, as he takes another swallow of his beer. )
You spread yourself out for me real nice in the arcade one time. Flat on your back on the air hockey table, legs spread, kinda begging for it.
( it's an echoing drawl, his free hand lifting, a palm skating through the air as though in indication; it's not a fully accurate description, but for once, he isn't lying, either. )
Guess you're gonna have to do it again to see if it was worth it.
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Well, I live to please, you know that, Dabi.
[It's lilting, teasing, not genuine in any way. The teasing is good, the joking is good, because he doesn't exactly want to be at Dabi's throat either. Doesn't want to have to live here looking over his shoulder and watching his own back, wondering when Dabi's blue flames are going to lick against his wings again.
But to spread himself out and beg to be fucked by Dabi? That's...something else. Something entirely different. And he doesn't know how it makes him feel.]
Do it again, huh? Are you coming onto me?
[Raising an eyebrow, he leans in slightly, eyes locked on Dabi's face, and then he brings his cup to his mouth and takes a long pull from it, licking the foam away from his upper lip. Tries to imagine kissing him, what he'd taste like, what he'd look like naked, how it would feel to have Dabi's cock slide inside him. Imagines being suffused in that scent of smoke and flame and dry air, what Dabi's hands would feel like on his thighs, pushing them apart.
Licking his lips again, he breaks eye contact and laughs, shaking his head.]
Guess you must've liked it then, if you're so eager to do it again.
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so there's a soft chuckle, bemused, as he twists back to face the bar again, watching the lights dance off all the bottles lined up on mirrored shelves. )
It's nice to have you on your back where you belong.
( and that's the most honest he thinks he's willing to be--he could admit that it had been a little fun, could admit that hawks isn't a bad fuck, but why say things that he's sure the hero already knows? he's young and popular, way more liked than the monstrosity sitting at number one on the hero charts; hawks doesn't need him to stroke his ego.
he takes another slow swallow of beer, still not looking at him. )
If you get lonely, you know where to find me. ( one hand lifts: a little wiggle of his wrist in indication, the watch there obvious. ) These things work like phones. There's a whole dating app and shit, too. Bet you'll find plenty of people to help you pass the time.
( --which isn't an insult, really: hawks knows his way around people. )