## Preface

In Bloom
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/22168045.

Rating:
  Explicit
Archive Warning:
  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
  M/M
Fandom:
  僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Relationship:
  Takami Keigo | Hawks/Todoroki Enji | Endeavor
Characters:
  Takami Keigo | Hawks, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Kamiji Moe | Burnin
Additional Tags:
  Serious Injuries, Graphic Description, Minor Original Character(s), Fluff and Smut, Coping, Shameless Smut, POV Takami Keigo | Hawks, Mildly Dubious Consent, Drinking, Marathon Sex, Safewords, Domestic Fluff, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Don't copy to another site, Hair-pulling
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 1 of Come as You Are
Stats:
  Published: 2020-01-08 Words: 14,056 Chapters: 1/1

# In Bloom

by specterpeach

Summary

> The worst kind of calls are the ones that seem easy but blow up in his face. Hawks gets incapacitated during what should have been a routine conflict and is rescued by Endeavor. He takes Hawks back to his agency and has him healed, mindful of the unique side effects of the process. It sets in motion a new dynamic in their relationship, blooming emotions Hawks never thought he’d have towards Endeavor.

Notes

> Welcome to my first endhawks fic! I've tagged this as a canon divergent AU but it's not really relevant to this story in particular. It's mostly canon -or what we know of it- and post High-End. I'm planning this to be a series of more stand-alone pieces so it's not as intimidating as long fic.

> That being said, mind the tags! There is mention of graphic injury but I don't go into a lot of detail describing it. Blows to the head are no joke, though, and often downplayed in media! There is a one time, light ass smacking in this but I didn't figure it enough to warrant a tag. Also it's not really dub-con (they're both very into it) but since it's vaguely sex pollen-eque I tagged it to be safe.

> Please enjoy this smutty journey of blooming emotions~

See the end of the work for more notes

## In Bloom

By far the worst type of calls were the ones that seemed easy but blew up in his face. Much to Hawks’s annoyance, this particular situation quite literally blew up in his face. He barely had a chance to shield his body with his wings as he propelled himself away from the blast. He’d almost call it a rookie mistake, but since he had already evacuated the civilians, rushing in seemed safe.

The wave of heat swept around him despite his speed and he grit his teeth against the sting of burning feathers. Thankfully he didn’t have to actually flap them to keep moving away and soon he was far enough out that the sear subsided. He cautiously spread them wincing as the singed feathers pulled and ripped apart.

Hawks’s mind raced and eyes darted, trying to locate the villain, figure out if it was a quirk or an explosive, if there were more. His high vantage point offered him a great view but it was hard telling what was what through the smoke and debris spread out below him. At the very least the feathers he had out weren’t picking up any more people around. A plume of thick black smoke billowed from the wreckage and he pulled his collar over his face trying not to inhale the noxious fumes.

The wind suddenly changed direction shifting the pillar of smoke enough that Hawks spotted the perpetrator. He immediately shot some feathers down to pin the bastard to the ground, what little was left of it. The instant the scorched feathers made contact with the man, the earth tremored once again.

The surrounding air condensed and quivered before releasing a shockwave that pitched him like a baseball. There was no time to think or react as he soared, thrashing his limbs and wings in a desperate attempt at control. The sound of glass shattering jarred him almost as much as the impact. Vibrant red dominated his vision and he hoped it was his wings and not blood.

Something unforgivingly solid stopped his momentum and pain exploded in his back and head. Feathers fluttered away instinctively and a ceiling with broken lights sputtering sparks flashed above him. He blinked, struggling to focus, sight dimming at the edges. Flames danced in his peripheral vision. Was the building on fire?

He needed to get up but his body wouldn’t obey him. Maybe he had broken some bones, torn some tendons or ligaments. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. Using what little focus he had, Hawks commanded some of his feathers to detach and hoist up his body. He only managed a slight tilt of his back before realizing that was a mistake. The muscles spasmed so violently he lost concentration and the feathers promptly dropped him, sending a fresh wave of pain shooting down his spine.

Clawing at random debris, Hawks clenched his teeth and tenaciously willed his body not to writhe. He broke out in a cold sweat, his vision dimmed more, and his heart hammered violently against his ribs. The only thing he could do was lift his head slightly but all that accomplished was a nauseating wave of dizziness.

He was going into shock and really hoped someone would find him before it got worse.

“Don’t move,” came a deep, disembodied voice.

Warmth blossomed on Hawks’s chest and he glanced towards it, witnessing a large, blurry hand resting on it. He knew whose hand that was. With a sigh he finally relaxed and let the world fade into darkness.

Consciousness came back in clips and waves. Not a first for that either, but it always irritated Hawks. He wouldn’t go as far as to say he hated it, but not being able to grasp and process anything concrete sent his mind into random fits of panic that had no outlet.

Distantly, he thought maybe he’d been restrained and drugged back into unconsciousness at least once, maybe twice.

It was times like this that he felt more like Takami Keigo and less like a hero. Nobody even called him Keigo anymore, hadn’t for years. But he knew that’s who he really was, underneath all the layers of neglect and calculated grooming paraded as training. They really had tried so hard to mold him into what they wanted.

At its core, being incapacitated reminded him too much of his past. It opened a can of worms he had firmly capped and buried deep inside the forbidden, useless well of his childhood. Honestly, there was no use in dwelling on it anyway, even if it occasionally came back to haunt him.

At some point Hawks cracked his eyes open, slowly blinking his vision into focus, and the world finally stuck instead of distorting and blinking out. A quick but careful glance around and he immediately knew he wasn’t in a hospital. Also there was a strange woman standing next to him with glowing hands hovering over his body.

He almost instinctively lashed out but quickly realized he was still injured and the woman was a healer. The energy pouring out of her softly illuminated palms was warm and safe, comforting on that level only healers possessed. Her hair was long and pale, gently flowing around her shoulders and back as she concentrated.

“Don’t move,” she said, mirroring the last phrase Hawks had heard like she was picking up where his mind had stuttered off. She glanced back over her shoulder. “You owe me, Enji-san.”

Enji-san? Hawks had trouble placing the name as the energy spread throughout his chest and down into his limbs, liquid and silver, before rushing up to his head in a wave and punching a startled gasp out of him. His vision whited out in a blinding rush of some bizarre sensation so close to pleasure he briefly worried about what kind of noises he was making.

Then the pain hit like a freight train, hot and horrible. His head spun and throbbed under the force, nerves firing wildly, back bowing, bones creaking and shifting, possibly back into place. Once the series of sickening cracks passed, the sharp flare dulled and he gasped finally able to pull in frantic breaths. Smaller tugs of pain pulled at random parts of his innards but all he had energy to do was pant and sweat.

It felt like it took an eternity before the energy finally faded bit by bit and withdrew completely. Hawks didn’t even look at the woman as she retreated, still struggling to catch his breath. Healing was always such a mixed bag of a quirk, and they weren’t all pleasant to go though.

Much to his continued annoyance, he passed out again.

The next time he opened his eyes, Hawks prayed to every god he could remember that it would last. He sighed reflexively, shifting in the bed and realizing he was hooked up to a monitoring machine and fluids. The room looked civilian, spacious and modern. Hospitals were never this nice in his experience, even the really expensive ones.

Late afternoon sun filtered in past the half shut blinds, bathing the room in golden hues and casting deep shadows. Besides the hushed hum of the machines and din of the city, it was quiet, serene, peaceful. Hawks took a moment to soak it in, letting it seep into his mind and ground him before facing whatever came next.

One by one, he tested his limbs, then his back, pleased they all felt relatively fine. He still felt strung out and sore on some fundamental level, but stubbornly rose up on his elbows, sticking them between feathers. His head felt heavy, mind stuffed full of cotton, so that’s as far as he made it before his arms started shaking under him. The IV in his wrist pinched and he sighed again, considering ripping it out.

“How are you feeling?”

The voice sliced through the silence like a knife, startling Hawks so badly his arms nearly gave out. Whipping his head towards the source of the sound filled him with instant regret as the wave of dizziness finally knocked him back flat on his back, or rather, wings.

A soft chuckle floated from a dim corner of the room and even though Hawks knew who it was, it struck him as a sound that man didn’t easily make.

“Harmony’s healing is something else. Friendly word of advice? Take things slow at first.”

“Endeavor-san,” said Hawks looking over at the shadowy mass of his apparent savior. “Where am I?”

“My agency.” Endeavor rose to his full, impressive height and took a few steps into the dying light. “They stabilized you at the hospital but I had you transferred here for the healing.”

Hawks offered him a blank expression, too exhausted to perform. Why was that even necessary?

Endeavor seemed to catch the unspoken question and smiled in a way that bordered on a grimace. “Harmony… doesn’t do hospitals anymore.”

“I see,” said Hawks, though he really didn’t. He took one last, lingering look at Endeavor’s shadowed face in the darkening room, then let his heavy eyelids slide shut. “Thanks, Enji-san,” he mumbled, wrong name slipping out from recent memory fueled by fatigue.

Hawks slept like a rock, slumber a dreamless void born of necessity. When he woke, it was dark out and the only light in the room came from the cityscape and machine panel. He stretched and groaned as his body gave him the usual feedback. The ghost of his injuries still flit across his nerves, brain reminding him what he’d endured, but even the tenderness was practically gone.

Absently pawing at his wrist he realized the IV had been taken out and the small wound bandaged. He looked around as his eyes adjusted, a little disappointed he seemed to be alone. He felt abnormally energized, probably another byproduct of the healing. Sitting up, he ruffled his wings, happily noting they were also restored to their former glory.

Cautiously planting his feet on the cool wood floor, Hawks stood up and moved away from the bed, stretching his wings out as far as he could manage without knocking anything askew. It felt insanely good and he couldn’t help but sigh softly at the sensation.

The hospital gown he wore was tucked beneath the wings at his back, not really designed to accommodate them. He half-heartedly pulled the gap closed as he wandered towards the door, emerging into an open concept apartment, clearly decorated by expensive interior designers.

The absolute first thing he did was find a bathroom and pee for about three minutes straight thanks to the fluids. Relieved and vaguely hungry, he set out and explored the living space. He’d heard that Endeavor’s agency had boarding facilities but he was sure they weren’t all this fancy. Passing a shelf with a few pictures on it confirmed Hawks’s assumption that he was in Endeavor’s own unit and not some random guest suite.

Interesting.

He found the kitchen and paused, admiring the neon accented sprawl of the city past the windows. There were so many windows, offering stunning views no matter what direction he turned. Such splendor, posturing wealth, and unnecessary excess. Shaking his head clear, he yanked open the fridge and saw only takeout boxes and drinks inside. He shamelessly peeked into each box, smile spreading across his face when he discovered yakitori. That definitely wasn’t a coincidence.

Forgoing any attempt at formality, Hawks tore into the food and a bottle of tea right at the island, more hungry than he had originally thought. Too bad there wasn’t beer, though he wasn’t sure drinking in his current state was wise.

He almost inhaled a piece of chicken when Endeavor suddenly appeared around the corner of the island, scratching the back of his neck. He looked tired, sleep rumpled, dressed only in a loosely tied and frankly too short robe.

“That didn’t take long,” he grumbled, stifling a yawn into his wide palm. “I figured you’d be out longer.”

Hawks coughed into his hand after swallowing his nearly ill-fated bite, then washed it all down with an emergency swig of tea. “Ah, yeah… thanks for the food.”

Endeavor only offered a grunt in response, looking around like he was checking to see if Hawks had moved anything. The robe gaped open more with the slight movement and Hawks tried not to stare, he really did, but it wasn’t every day he was blessed with such a rare opportunity to ogle the Number One Hero in his natural habitat.

Finally after a moment of pointlessly swiveling his head, Endeavor fixed his eyes on him. Somehow they still gathered enough light in the darkness to be piercing as they quickly roamed over him, assessing Hawks’s condition for himself.

A twinge of self-consciousness flared in Hawks’s chest but he merely continued eating, forcing his expression into a blasé stare. He had just tossed down the last skewer when Endeavor moved into his personal space. Once again he noted the man’s energy felt much like the fire he exuded, hot, mercurial, overwhelming. It practically promised danger but honestly that was the enticing thrill of it.

The large hand that dipped towards his back made Hawks flinch away but that hardly mattered. Endeavor was simply too fast, reflexes honed by decades of split second decision making. Roughly gathering the gaping fabric of his gown together, Endeavor lightly yanked him away from the island. In a delayed manner, Hawks wondered how much of his assets had been hanging out the whole conversation and blushed around a sheepish smile.

“Oh! Um, haha-” The proximity of the large man was scattering his thoughts and he wondered at more potential side effects of the healing quirk.

“There’s soot and blood in your hair,” declared Endeavor, guiding Hawks’s own hand to the bunched fabric as a none too subtle hint he should keep himself covered. “Come on, I have a shower large enough for your wings.”

He lead Hawks through the living room and towards an open door on the other side of the apartment. The city was quiet and he figured it must be some ungodly hour of the morning, well before sunrise. The sound of his bare feet hitting the polished wooden floor as he walked seemed deafening. Thankfully the door was plenty wide enough for him to stride through without turning sideways.

Then his feet stopped without his permission at the sight of a mussed bed and other various, high-end pieces of contemporary furniture. This was Endeavor’s bedroom. Hawks’s mind stuttered around that information, not sure what to do with it, eyes sweeping over everything in a rush and trying to commit it to memory out of habit.

A light audibly flicked on in the en suite bathroom and it broke the temporary daze. Hawks rushed towards the lightsource, dropping the gown in his haste. He did have to slide into that room sideways but that had more to do with Endeavor’s bulk in the way than it lacking space.

“Towels on the rack are clean. I’ll uh… find you some clothes.” Endeavor looked down at him, nodded once, then left the room in a few long strides.

Hawks craned his neck following the man’s movement, picking up on the subtle scent that clung to his skin. Something earthy or woodsy, maybe from a cologne or deodorant, mingled with that unique scent that every person had. His sense of smell had never been all that great but it seemed oddly dialed up.

Maybe they needed to have a deeper discussion about all the potential side effects the healing could have.

He cleaned off as efficiently as he could in the massive shower stall. Super modern with a wide rainfall showerhead and detachable part too. He spent a moment blasting himself in the face with that enjoying the decent water pressure before turning it onto his wings. The soap and shampoo were brands he recognized as expensive designer stuff. They smelled heavenly though he used them sparingly, not sure he was supposed to be touching them.

When he stepped out of the stall he immediately saw clothing resting on the glossy, black countertop. Hawks hadn’t even heard Endeavor slip in and leave them there and puzzled at how such a large man could move so quietly. One glance and he knew they weren’t going to fit but put them on regardless. The shirt was big enough that it could hang down back around his wings comfortably. He only looked in the mirror long enough to run a hand through his damp hair, sending sections wildly in different directions. As an afterthought he peeled the wet bandage off his wrist.

The fact he was wearing Endeavor’s clothes rattled around in his head before eventually sinking warmly into his stomach. He was swimming in the shorts, tugging at the drawstrings again in a vain attempt at getting them to stay on his hips. Resorting to holding them up with his hand, Hawks shrugged and left the bathroom.

He was mildly surprised to see Endeavor sitting on the end of his bed, a ridiculously large mattress on a platform frame that sat low to the ground. The room was done mostly in black with splashes of deep brown and white to break it up. It almost completely lacked personal knickknacks outside of staged items. Endeavor was focused on his phone which still managed to look somewhat small in his hand despite being a larger model.

Hawks approached as closely as he dared and cleared his throat. He opened his mouth to say something but found his mind frustratingly jumbled. Which reminded him…

“You can’t leave yet,” said Endeavor, glancing up at him before quickly returning his attention to his phone. He tapped at it furiously for a few seconds with a sneer then tossed it aside.

The potential implications behind the statement made Hawks think of some wildly inappropriate scenarios and he internally chastised himself. Brushes with death and severe injury always did this to him, sending his mind directly into the gutter in a desperate attempt at coping with his mortality. There was probably a myriad of complex reasons he craved physical affection of any kind in these situations but he really wasn’t ready to contemplate that yet. Why think when he could fling himself haphazardly into the next tryst and instant gratification it offered?

“Why?” asked Hawks, glad his voice came out steady.

Honestly, he’d fumbled through all of their interactions thus far and felt the need to make up for it, or at least attempt to save face. Endeavor struck him as the type that liked performative gestures like that. Or maybe not. He was admittedly still figuring out what made the man tick.

“Because…” Endeavor paused like he was considering his choice of words, uncommonly tactful. “That healing quirk makes its recipients unstable.”

Hawks barked out an incredulous laugh and shook his head. “Are you serious? Whatever that means it can’t be that bad. I feel fine.”

“Do you?” asked Endeavor sharply, making sure to catch his eyes and hold them. “No heightened senses? They come on rather slowly from what I remember.”

The somber, no-nonsense tone prickled at Hawks’s skin and he suddenly realized he could smell Endeavor even from a distance. He could also see way too much detail in the dark room to the point the scattered lights outside seemed unbearably bright. Without thinking, he brought his free hand up to shield his eyes, heart beating a bit faster.

“There you go,” muttered Endeavor with a small smirk. “Brace yourself, kid, you’re in for a wild ride.”

“I-I’m not a kid,” stuttered Hawks, taking a cautious step back as the Number One Hero rose from his bed and approached him.

“Bringing you here worked out after all.” Endeavor stopped just short of his personal space. “If I knew you couldn’t break out I would just lock you up here until it was over.”

“For real?” Hawks laughed again, nervously. A tremor ran down his back, lighting up nerves in its wake. His skin started feeling tacky and warm, his head light, vision expanding then contracting slightly.

It felt so similar to the shock he had almost slipped into that he promptly panicked. His heart started thundering in his chest like it wanted out, head spinning and tipping the world on its axis. He thought maybe he was gasping, right on the verge of hyperventilating, but his hearing had narrowed down to the deafening rush of blood through his vessels. Pitching forward, he hoped he at least landed on his hands and knees.

The next thing he knew he collided with something hot and dense, felt himself being enclosed and lowered the rest of the way to the floor. His body trembled and he tensed despite the careful embrace. He tried flexing his wings out but they only twitched. The world looked shockingly vivid, glowing and buzzing at the edges. He kind of felt like he’d taken some damn good drugs, not that he was supposed to know what that felt like.

And at the shining epicenter of his hazy, dazzling universe was Endeavor, holding him and staring down at him vaguely concerned. He looked like he was trying to bore holes through Hawks’s skull and he stared back, wide-eyed and stunned, feeling simultaneously trapped and free.

The intense glare fixated so decidedly on him dredged up an old memory. The first time he had seen Endeavor on TV the thing that immediately caught his attention was the man’s eyes, framed by fire and standing in icy contrast to the flames. It had struck a chord in his young heart, filled it with unfamiliar hope, ignited something.

“You gonna throw up?” asked Endeavor shattering the profound moment as he shifted Hawks in his bulky arms, mindful of his wings.

He felt a great deal many things but thankfully nauseated wasn’t one of them. All he managed in response was shaking his head. Every point of contact between them was distracting him on some base level, hyper aware of the heat and friction. Dizziness abating slightly, he squirmed in the hold but it only loosened a fraction.

“You understand I can’t let you run amok in this state, right?”

The deep voice rumbled through Hawks’s ears and shot right down his spinal cord causing a wave of chills. He shivered, instinctively grasping at Endeavor’s robe and grazing his chest before clutching the fabric. The unexpected touch sent a shock of pleasure rippling down his arm and he gasped, staring at the hand like it belonged to someone else.

“Are you sure you didn’t drug me or something?” he asked, roughly half joking.

Endeavor snorted and shuffled him around until he was seated in front of him on the floor, though he kept a stabilizing hand on his arm. “Don’t be ridiculous. This is a legitimate response to a powerful quirk that not many have had the privilege of experiencing. You should be grateful you’re one of the chosen few and even more so that I didn’t just leave you to your own devices.”

“Yeah…” Hawks glanced down and noticed Endeavor’s wide palm and fingers spanned nearly his entire upper arm. It made a strange feeling bubble up in his chest and he swallowed thickly. “The part where my bones cracked back into place was super awesome.”

“Brat,” growled Endeavor letting him go so suddenly he swayed.

Hawks sighed, feeling acutely defeated. He wondered if he could move without toppling over but didn’t want to try just yet. “So… what do I do about this? How long does it last?”

“It depends. Everyone reacts a little differently but the core seems to be the same. Heightened senses, poor decision making, sloppy control over powers, decreased inhibitions-”

He prattled on and Hawks tuned out staring adamantly at his lips as they moved. The side effects sounded a lot like being shit-faced but the whole glowing aura thing brought it to a new level. Senses gone wild, he thought, stifling the chuckle that tried climbing up his throat. A distant part of him was terrified of what he may do, but an even bigger part was practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Hey!”

Fingers snapped in front of his face and he flinched, refocusing. He shifted on the cool wood and smiled weakly, suppressing a shudder. God, he felt like a hormonal teenager doing ecstasy for the first time.

“I said,” started Endeavor impatiently, “what do you want to do?”

Calling that a loaded question would be an understatement. Hawks pondered the possibilities, or at least tried with his thoroughly addled mind. Unable to articulate what he wanted and honestly afraid to breathe a word of it out loud, he simply reached out instead. As much as he was a prolific talker, action was where he shone the brightest.

Endeavor regarded him with a remarkably flat expression as Hawks’s hand tentatively settled onto a bare part of his chest. When he was mostly sure Endeavor wasn’t going to chuck him through a wall he boldly slid his fingers beneath the robe a little and paused, searching for a reaction. The air around them seemed heavy, thick with tension. Seconds ticked by and Hawks remained as still as he could, not able to concentrate on much beyond the hot flesh under his hand.

Then Endeavor moved his hand away from his chest. Hawks’s whine of protest was cut short when he felt fingers winding into the hair at the base of his skull. They tightened and yanked once making him tilt his head back and choke out a moan. The second tug elicited another moan and he covered his mouth in hopes of muffling any further unintended outbursts.

“No,” said Endeavor, prying the hand from Hawks’s mouth and holding it hostage in his expansive grip. “I want to hear you.”

The declaration made Hawks absolutely giddy with desire, so many different factors hitting all the right buttons. He had always suspected they would have good chemistry, though never really gave the assumption much deeper thought. It was more like an instinct that crawled over his skin when they got close or touched. He had neither embraced nor rejected it, but now he desperately wanted nothing more than to dive into it headfirst.

“Do you always get worked up this fast or is it the side effects?”

Endeavor’s voice sounded like it was traveling through water and Hawks blinked up at the ceiling, panting. He finally let go of Hawks’s wrist and the freed limb flailed out, groping blindly until he felt cloth, anchoring himself on it. The question sank into his head in fragments, piecing together slowly.

“Ah! Uh… b-both… I think,” he forced out hoping it was an acceptable answer. “Sorry. I… don’t think this is what you had in mind.”

“I knew it was a likely possibility.” Endeavor let go of his hair and moved his hand down around the back of his neck, idly massaging. “It’s a pretty common response. I’ve had it too.”

That information washed over Hawks like an electrical current, raising the fine hairs on his skin and peaking his building arousal. His body thrummed with it, practically vibrating with need. It was the perfect storm and he was just barely holding back from enthusiastically draping himself all over the large man carefully rubbing his neck. Somehow it struck him as a power play, like he was reminding Hawks he could break it if he really wanted to. He wasn’t even sure he’d stop him.

“Well, whatever happens, I’m not doing it on the floor,” said Endeavor abruptly gathering Hawks up into his arms.

His wings thrashed a bit from the sudden manhandling but thankfully he didn’t smack anything with them. Endeavor took one long step and tossed him onto his bed like he weighed nothing. The mattress bounced under his back and wings, which curled around his body in a conditioned response. He saw one wing draw back to reveal Endeavor already hovering over him, moving it aside.

“One request before we start.” He nudged the other wing open as well and sought eye contact. “Don’t stab me with your feathers or I’ll torch them and kick you out.”

“That sounds more like a demand,” mumbled Hawks, thinking maybe it was even closer to a threat. When Endeavor merely scowled down at him, he put his hands up and smiled thinly. “I’m not going to stab you, I promise!”

“Good.”

Without preamble Endeavor was on him, pressing their mouths together. He kissed much like he talked, firm and assertive, bordering on aggressive. Hawks’s brain went momentarily offline and he wondered if he had actually died after all and this was an elaborate, horny hallucination before his neurons stopped firing. Endeavor’s tongue licked at the seam of his lips then pushed between them. Opening his mouth and meeting that tongue with a slide of his own sent a heady rush of heat pooling between his legs.

Just as he registered how hard he was, loose shorts still somehow on, Endeavor’s palm pressed against his clothed erection. Hawks hummed into his mouth, twitching under the pressure and grabbing fistfuls of the robe. The touch was careful yet undeniably confident as Endeavor rubbed him steadily and pulled back to watch him melt.

Hawks squirmed under the attention, marveling at how such a simple act felt so damn good. Being watched was certainly helping it along and he thought through the haze of his own lust that he saw it in Endeavor’s eyes too. Leaning down and bypassing his mouth in favor of his neck, Endeavor slid his hand up then underneath the waistband of the shorts.

Calloused fingers surrounded his rigid cock and squeezed experimentally just as Endeavor’s mouth latched onto his neck. The dual stimulation sent Hawks reeling in the best way possible and the first few strokes tore a needy groan from his throat. Relentless, Endeavor kept pumping him at a brisk pace, sucking what would probably be an impressive hickey onto his neck well above the collar line.

Shifting from where he’d settled beside Hawks, Endeavor withdrew slightly, leaving him dazed and completely ready to give chase. He didn’t go far, hooking a finger into the shorts and tugging them down with a flick of his wrist. Cool air rushed over his skin as his cock sprang free and thumped against his clothed abdomen. Hawks moved his legs, feeling the soft sheets beneath his ass. Amazing. His bare ass was resting on Endeavor’s sheets.

Advancing on him again, Endeavor boxed in one of his legs between his meaty thighs. God, they were so thick it forced Hawks’s own legs open as much as the bunched shorts would allow, which was apparently enough. He braced himself on the bed and kissed Hawks again just as passionately as he took his exposed cock into his hand, working it steadily.

It took precisely three seconds for Hawks to devolve into soft moans, delicious friction pushing him sharply towards a pinnacle. He tore his mouth away and turned his head more for need of oxygen than wanting to stop. Distantly, he felt searing flesh under his hands which were exploring under the skewed robe of their own volition.

“Greedy little bird,” breathed Endeavor close to his ear.

The phrase reached right into Hawks’s subconscious and plucked a string, drawing forth an involuntary full-body shudder. He panted and trembled, trying to process the barrage of emotions and sensations assaulting his body. It wasn’t his first time fooling around under the influence but somehow it seemed dialed up about 80% higher than anything he’d ever experienced. Given his partner it was understandable but his mind lagged on that detail.

“F-fuck,” bit out Hawks thrusting into the experienced hand stroking him. “If you don’t stop… I’m gonna-”

“Go ahead, come.” Endeavor’s voice was low and slightly gravelly, lips brushing against skin as he spoke. “It helps.”

The verbal permission mixed with the sudden increase in speed and Hawks bucked his hips up as much as he could, moving his heels against the sheets, straining into the friction. He tensed suddenly, sinking his nails into heated skin, adrift in a moment of anticipation, before crashing down into an orgasm that threatened to rattle the bones right out of his body.

Endeavor’s massive hand stroked him through it as he gasped, cussed, and moaned in turn, cumming all over his loaner shirt. Positively buzzing with gratification, Hawks segued quickly into overstimulation and fumbled for the hand on his dick. He grasped it as firmly as he could, which probably wasn’t that much considering how loose he felt, and it stilled almost instantly once he applied pressure.

Once again Hawks was blinking up at a ceiling, arguably in a much better state, mind spectacularly blank. His body felt more liquid than solid, chest heaving as he caught his breath. Endeavor finally exhaled loudly, an indecipherable sound, and moved away. The loss of heat alone was tragic but Hawks ignored it and focused on evening his breath and rebooting his brain.

He refused to look at Endeavor but heard him slide off the bed and walk away, presumably to wash his hand. He listened to the sink turn on and off, footsteps going somewhere away from him and a pang of shame threatened to bloom in his chest. The sound of glass clinking and liquid sloshing finally piqued Hawks’s curiosity enough for him to glance down past his disgraceful sprawl.

The man’s back was towards him, broad under the disheveled robe and Hawks swore he saw angry red marks peeking from beneath it. He turned around with a fancy glass in hand and he realized Endeavor had a fucking personal bar in his room complete with a minifridge and sink. He tugged the shorts up a little as Endeavor returned to the bed and sat down right next to him despite its expansive size. He sipped the amber liquor staring down at Hawks with mild amusement, which usually bordered on scary as far as Endeavor expressions went.

“That was fast,” he said much to Hawks’s mortification. “A little pent-up?”

“Guess so,” said Hawks, trying to keep his tone light. He felt his cheeks heating up and cursed his body for its predictable response. “I’ve been a little busy lately.”

Endeavor hummed thoughtfully in agreement. He reached out and brushed his fingers over the scarlet feathers of one of his wings and the feedback rippled down Hawks’s spine. He shivered, willing his eager body to relax and recover for at least a few more minutes before ramping up again. Call it a hunch, but he figured his lust-spree wasn’t over yet.

“These twitched when you came,” said Endeavor, still smoothing his fingers over the feathers idly. “Do they always do that?”

“Oh my god,” muttered Hawks covering his face with both hands, wishing he could hide in the wings in question.

“No need to be coy.” Endeavor shifted around, possibly to set the cup down, fingers trailing out of the feathers briefly only to return with more purpose. “If you don’t know, we can figure out what really makes them move.”

Hawks peeked through his fingers, mouth hanging open behind his palms. It was exactly the kind of brash proposition he would expect from the man but he could still scarcely believe he was the target. And now that he actually stopped to think about it, what did his wings usually do during sex? He moved them, sure, but did they tremble or twitch unbeknownst to him?

Lowering his hands slowly and sure he was beet red, Hawks cleared his throat. Endeavor was staring pointedly at his hand running in-between feathers, giving Hawks a chance to take him in unapologetically. The robe was gaping open, hanging dangerously low on one shoulder, pectoral and other muscles he didn’t remember the names of flexing as he moved his arm. He was huge, especially compared to him, and Hawks would be lying if he said that didn’t turn him on.

Catching him openly staring, Endeavor smirked and redirected his hand to the shorts yanking them completely off Hawks’s legs. He barely jolted at the sudden act, nerves still frayed at the edges, reaching for the soiled shirt bunched up above his hips. Hawks started pulling it down as he stretched his legs out but Endeavor halted the movement by skirting a hand up his thigh and hip. The shirt bunched up around it as he paused, rubbing circles on the hip bone with his thumb.

“What do you want the safeword to be?” asked Endeavor.

Oh god, it was really happening and why the hell did they need a safeword? Hawks didn’t think he’d ever been with someone that used one. Of course he was aware of them and the purpose they served but his brain wasn’t offering up anything useful.

“I use them with all my partners,” explained Endeavor after the silence stretched on too long. “I… don’t always gauge my strength well during sex so it’s necessary.”

Hawks felt himself flush up to ears and down his chest, part embarrassment, part unbridled desire. The mere concept of the great Endeavor enjoying himself so much while fucking him that he lost control had Hawks hard again almost immediately. It was flirting with danger on one of its highest levels and his dick was definitely into that despite his brain’s kneejerk, weak protest.

“How about apple?” Endeavor moved his hand back to his thigh, smirk returning and softening his features slightly. “Fruit and colors are commonly used. What do you say, little bird?”

Even though he’d said the pet name earlier, Hawks’s heart fluttered at hearing it again. “Sounds good,” he answered, forcing an easy tone over his quickening heartbeat.

Endeavor nodded before retreating to the nightstand and Hawks stared straight ahead, took a few deep breaths, grounding and bracing himself for whatever came next. If that was even possible. The last breath had barely passed his lips when the man materialized in his personal space and gripped the shirt, effortlessly shredding it down the center. Hawks watched as the fabric pulled apart in awe, disappearing from his body completely with a few more casual tugs.

His own hands shot out and fumbled with the tie of Endeavor’s robe. Hawks ripped it open and gawked for a few seconds at the marvelous body displayed before him, hands shaking as he reached out and groped at random muscle groups reverently. Endeavor shrugged off the robe finally getting it out of the way and Hawks sadly noted he was wearing boxer briefs under it. At least they didn’t leave much to the imagination as he lowered himself until their chests touched, kissing Hawks briefly.

He chased Endeavor’s mouth as he pulled back, disappointed with the minimal distance between them. Barely up on one elbow, Hawks felt the world spin as he was abruptly flipped onto his stomach. His wings jerked in surprise, erection trapped between his abdomen and the sheets. Another blatant display of strength that made his insides slither with desire.

A hand settled on his back between the base of the wings and applied cautious pressure. Endeavor arranged himself with easy confidence, nudging Hawks’s legs open to frame one of them between his thighs again. A lube slicked finger slid into the cleft of his ass and paused, rubbing against his hole with intent. Hawks let out a long breath, knowing from experience to relax as much as possible, and sucked it back in when the thick digit pushed inside him.

The uncomfortable, intrusive feeling didn’t last more than a few seconds with his nerves lit up like a Christmas tree. In fact, the sensation of a large finger exploring him in the most intimate way possible made the world burn brighter, even in the relative darkness. The movements were methodical and simple, like Endeavor was just teasing, but it was stoking a fire fast. He was panting into a pillow in record time, legs already trembling.

“What’s the safeword?” asked Endeavor casually, tone almost bored as he continued fingering him.

Hawks furrowed his brows in concentration but it shattered on a moan. Endeavor found his prostate with eerie accuracy and skirted around the edges of the gland gently. He jolted, groaned, pushed back against the lone, talented finger.

“Come on, I know you remember.” Endeavor kept an even pace and ran his other hand down the base of a wing before gripping it and pulling back slightly. “If you don’t tell me in the next five seconds I’ll stop.”

Panic flooded Hawks and sharpened his focus enough that he pulled up the useful fact it was a fruit. Banana? No… Kiwi? No. The next jolt of pleasure rippled through him and shook his concentration. It was something common…

“A-apple!” he called out, word wavering and almost stuttering off in his following cry.

“Good,” praised Endeavor, releasing the wing and petting down Hawks’s back as he slid in a second finger, cramming it in beside the first.

The stretch combined with the praise made Hawks lightheaded. The two thick fingers moved inside him with practiced ease and he pushed back, then forward, not sure where he wanted more stimulation. Everything felt so hot and he didn’t know if it was the side effects or the hulking mass of the man crowded in behind him. Probably both.

More determined teasing of his prostate had Hawks panting and moaning, clutching at the sheets and trying to writhe despite being pinned down by a leg. When he started tensing up, Endeavor must have felt it because he pulled his fingers free.

“So worked up,” he mumbled, massaging one of Hawks’s ass cheeks before smacking it lightly.

Hawks gasped loudly, the sound echoing off the walls in the quiet room. The sting in his cheek was minimal at best but it felt amazing, goosebumps spreading down the attached leg. He heard some rustling around behind him but paid it little mind, head swimming and vision blazing with glowing edges. Endeavor snaked a hand between him and the bed splaying the fingers on his chest, lifting him a bit as he draped his tall frame against Hawks’s back.

And if Hawks had any lingering doubts Endeavor wasn’t enjoying himself, they were swiftly dismissed right then and there. His substantial erection wedged between Hawks’s butt cheeks, clearly no longer confined, impossibly hard and hot. Uttering some inane noise, he was distracted when Endeavor lifted him upright so he was sitting backwards on his lap. His wings fluttered as Endeavor purposefully grinded his trapped dick against him a couple times and sighed near his ear.

“That got them to move a little,” he breathed with a pleased huff.

Curiosity getting the best of him, Hawks reached between them and touched the solid rod straining against his back. It was still nestled in the cleft of his ass but it generously overshot it. He couldn’t really get his hand around it at that angle but it throbbed at the tentative groping.

“Holy shit,” he whispered, feeling his own neglected cock pulse in response to the one that gave another throb against him.

“Here,” said Endeavor pressing a packet into Hawks’s free hand then releasing him.

He slid forward off the thick thighs and caught himself on the mattress before looking down at his hand. A condom. A large condom. Drawing his wings in, Hawks whipped around and barely glanced at Endeavor’s face before snapping his gaze down between his legs.

Words failed him as he crunched the packet in his hand, mouth going dry.

“Don’t crush it,” chided Endeavor plucking the condom from his hand and opening it. He handed the slippery latex to Hawks. “If you want this, get it ready.”

Reluctantly tearing his eyes away from the magnificent cock standing at full attention, Hawks flipped the condom the right way, then reached out. His hands shook slightly as he rolled it on, somehow still surprised at the heat coming off the man’s skin. He gawked at it for a second before Endeavor grabbed his hand and squeezed some cool, goopy substance out of a tube onto his palm. All he did was stare at it confused and Endeavor sighed, guiding it towards his sheathed cock.

Hawks wrapped his hand around the thick shaft, impressed when his fingers barely encircling the girth. He slid his hand down slowly, then up, getting a feel for its shape and delighting when it flexed in his grip. Continuing to carefully stroke it, he stupidly wondered if it would even fit inside him.

“Okay, that’s enough,” said Endeavor removing his hand.

Hawks watched as Endeavor moved around on the bed, every inch of his body exposed before his greedy eyes. He propped some pillows against the headboard and reclined on them, spreading his legs enticingly. One hand curled around the base of his thick cock while the other beckoned Hawks over and it looked like a scene straight out of a porno.

He had barely made it to his side when Endeavor hooked a hand around the back of his neck and drew him in for a kiss. Hawks kissed back eagerly, climbing onto his lap and pushing back against his cock as it once again slide between his cheeks. He felt Endeavor’s hands settle on his thighs and then slide to his ass, engulfing the cheeks and squeezing. Lifting Hawks by it, he lined himself up and paused.

Endeavor said nothing, holding him perfectly still in the air with one massive hand, staring up at him intently until he met his eyes. The air once again felt thick with tension, almost oppressive, and Hawks let out a shaky breath trying to calm his vibrating nerves. It was just sex. He’d used it to blow off steam before, as did a great deal of the hero community. No big deal.

Except that it felt like a huge deal. In every sense of the word.

Just as he felt himself being lowered, Hawks tensed slightly and reached out, anchoring himself on Endeavor’s wide shoulders. His body resisted the adamant pressure for a few seconds before the tight ring of muscle gave in a rush, allowing the large cock to slip in past the head to the shaft. Endeavor seemed surprised by the momentum and held him blissfully still while he grit his teeth against the stretch.

Somehow he knew when Hawks was ready to move again, likely reading his expression. Endeavor lowered him down bit by bit, piercing eyes flitting over his face and chest. Hawks knew without even glancing down at himself that he was flushed, arousal stoked by the increasing amount of heat coming off the man in waves. When he paused in lowering Hawks again it was his turn to be impatient.

He squirmed in Endeavor’s grip, which normally would have accomplished exactly nothing, but with his dick half buried in Hawks’s ass it made him gasp and falter. Hawks almost regretted it when he fell down solidly against Endeavor’s lap and saw stars. The overwhelming sensation of being stuffed and stretched mingled with a dizzying wave of gratification, nerves singing in relief that his compulsively horny itch had finally started being scratched.

When the stars cleared from his vision, he looked at Endeavor through heavy-lidded eyes slowly taking in all the subtle differences. He seemed unfocused, slight blush on his cheeks and chest, still breathing too evenly as he pawed absently at Hawks’s thighs. Leaning forward, he pressed a sloppy kiss to Hawks’s chest and rolled his hips.

“God,” sighed Endeavor against his skin, hands roaming everywhere and leaving heated trails in their wake.

Hawks chuckled past his swimming head, senses bombarded and body overheating. He hadn’t even thought of a decent reply when Endeavor thrust up into him again. The breath he sucked in stuttered out on a moan and he pushed back against the next couple thrusts automatically.

Sweat rolled down his face and back as he struggled at finding rhythm with Endeavor, now steadily fucking up into him. Hawks wondered if he was having a hard time keeping his quirk in check as the entire room felt like it went up a degree or two with them at the sweltering center. He didn’t mind, humming as the large man kept groping at him and kissing his chest. Soon enough he latched onto one of Hawks’s nipples and he cried out losing any attempt at keeping up with the pace. Large hands curled around his hips and easily picked up the slack.

Endeavor impressively kept their rhythm steady as he sucked and worried Hawks’s nipple until it was practically numb. He panted and continued sweating, heart pounding, barely getting a chance to even shiver at one sensation before the next hit him. His body remained amazingly pliant and loose, taking every purposeful thrust better than he’d anticipated.

His head felt as fuzzy as the glowing edges of everything he saw and he blinked sweat from his eyes, gasping when Endeavor bit down on his nipple. It sent a riotous shiver down his spine and made him clench around the large cock impaling him on the next downstroke. He fumbled his hands from wherever they were to Endeavor’s face and pushed him away from his chest.

The rush of slightly cooler air against his skin felt heavenly and Hawks made sure to reward the compliance with a deep kiss. Endeavor actually groaned into his mouth which set his nerves tingling, and he delighted in feeling him stuttering in his pace and throbbing inside him once. A bit reluctantly, Hawks broke the filthy slide of their mouths and tongues to push the man back until he was resting against the pillows.

Bracing his thighs, Hawks rose up as far as he could before sliding back down slowly. Endeavor reached for his hips but Hawks subtly redirected his hands to his thighs and bounced on his lap again, testing the depth. It was worth it if simply for the look it put on Endeavor’s face.

Hawks found a decent pace quickly enough. All the hero training came with the added bonus of generally fantastic stamina. He wasn’t sure if the side effects were going to let him last much longer but he could at least go down in a blaze of glory. His nervous system was so electrified that the angle didn’t even matter. It felt amazing and hot and perfect.

The room faded out around him, vision literally blurring, and Hawks arched back slightly distantly aware his wings shifted with that movement. The higher the pressure climbed, the shallower his grinding became, every slide back and forth sending pleasure creeping up his spine. Besides the barest roll of his hips upwards, Endeavor let him move freely and set his own pace. He simply caressed his thighs, stuttering out soft moans.

The entire scenario struck Hawks as surreal and strange, firmly outside his expectations. Not that he had ever truly expected that he would be in such a situation, honestly, but an educated guess would’ve been something different. The aggressive, headstrong man was ultimately being very gentle and mindful of him considering he had demanded a safeword.

If Hawks had to put a word to the feeling it inspired it would probably be intimate, and that was equal parts exhilarating and terrifying.

His body chose the moment following that revelation to start tensing up in earnest. Every rolling thrust filled him with tightening bliss, pinging from the base of his spine to his heart and squeezing. Hawks let out a moan that seemed to bubble up straight from his molten core, going faster, blindly chasing that promise of release.

The hands started moving, one grabbing an ass cheek as the other slithered up his hip and side. He peered down at Endeavor, truly focusing on him instead of just his ridiculously hot cock. Really the only reason he hadn’t before now was because the sight of him like that probably would’ve made him come a lot sooner. He met Hawks’s eyes immediately but let them wander down to where they were connected, biting his lip briefly.

He sure was a sight to behold right then, chest finally heaving with labored breaths, skin deliciously flushed, mouth hanging slightly open, eyes pinned to Hawks’s body. Reaching down, Hawks splayed his hands onto those ample pectorals and pushed his burning thighs harder, crying out on each stroke.

The second his canal clamped down on the first spasm, Endeavor’s face did some interesting things. Hawks wanted to study it, memorize every detail, but his orgasm rippled through him knocking his vision askew. Light exploded around them, his hearing cut out, he cursed, arched back and moaned, cursed again, maybe cried out. Body shuddering under the intense onslaught and vaguely aware he had just cum all over Endeavor untouched, it felt so damn good it almost hurt.

Hawks’s senses fell back into place one after the other and he thought maybe he felt his wings fold back in. Below him Endeavor groaned low and long, hips jerking up and hands pressing his hips down firmly as he pulsed deep inside him.

God it felt so deep. Hawks looked down at him, vision fuzzy on a whole new level, immensely pleased with Endeavor’s blissed out expression. He waited as long as his trembling body could hold out before falling bonelessly atop him. The room seemed like it instantly cooled down as Endeavor folded his arms around him and hummed in a way he had never heard before.

The only thing Hawks wanted to do in that moment was soak up the man’s body heat and fall asleep. He felt satisfied on a bone-deep level, mind adrift and body ready to slip into a postcoital coma. Endeavor twitched inside him one last time, sighed, then pulled out. The empty feeling mildly distressed him through his exhaustion and he whined softly, rubbing his face against the stubble on Endeavor’s.

He rolled them onto their sides, ran a hand through Hawks’s hair, palm resting briefly at the back of his head as he squinted up at him. The man was backlit with the light of the rising sun, red hair haloed in blinding white. When had the sun risen?

“Rest,” said Endeavor, soft but stern, then slid off the bed.

Hawks watched him long enough to see him walk towards the window before closing his eyes. He felt sheets cover his body shortly after and dozed off.

Much to his surprise, he woke up inches from Endeavor with their limbs tangled together under the sheets. The room was dim but he thought it was from drawn curtains and not the time of day. Endeavor’s face looked so serene in slumber, younger, almost vulnerable. Hawks reached out and absently traced an eyebrow with his index finger, fascinated with its lax set.

“Mmm, ready to go again?” muttered Endeavor, scrunching his brows at the touch and pulling Hawks against his chest. He yawned into his hair and rubbed soothing circles on his back.

Feeling his “morning wood” pressing insistently against Endeavor’s hot skin, Hawks felt a jolt of anticipation. How long did the side effects last and why was his route so decidedly horny? The world at least didn’t seem to be buzzing quite so brightly anymore. He allowed himself to grope Endeavor’s chest, still a bit starstruck he was getting the opportunity.

Ordering him to turn around, Endeavor prepped him from behind while he laid on his side. He fucked him in that position, pushing into him carefully and setting a leisurely pace. Somehow, Hawks wasn’t very sore and he was sure that was another healing byproduct.

His head still swam with a barrage of heightened emotions as Endeavor kissed any exposed skin he could reach, sighing and moaning practically right into his ear. He even reached down to jerk Hawks off when he was close, bringing him to yet another mind-melting orgasm. The heat in the room only spiked when Endeavor came with a long sigh that stuttered off on a pleased hum.

Coming down that time wasn’t nearly as hard and Hawks felt more alert. He grimaced when Endeavor slid free from his body and the heat once again disappeared. In a delayed manner he wondered if he had even used a condom. He hadn’t been paying attention to that detail but didn’t feel anything leak out of him when he rolled onto his back, arranging his wings out of the way.

Endeavor returned to the bed a moment later, warm cloth in hand. He pulled the sheets back and gently wiped Hawks clean, another oddly considerate gesture which he’d probably done earlier as well. The urge to fill the silence with some kind of small talk nagged at Hawks but he ignored it in favor of enjoying being touched so intimately.

There was that word again. He firmly squashed the hopeful flutter of his heart. He reminded himself this man already had a family… and a wife. That knowledge sobered him enough to push Endeavor’s hand away when he lingered too long at his task. Guilt threatened to creep into the cracks of his comfort.

Completely unbothered by the action, Endeavor set the cloth aside and climbed right back into bed next to him, resting his head on a massive palm and staring down at him. “They moved,” he said.

“Huh?” asked Hawks, distracted and lost.

“When you came on top of me, your wings moved,” explained Endeavor, corner of his mouth quirking up slightly in a sideways grin. “They moved a lot, actually. Completely unfolded and were trembling… just like your body.”

The words slid over his skin, velvety and lush, raising hairs in their wake and making his spent dick twitch with interest. “Oh,” he said, thoughts derailing to the glorious body reclined next to him.

“Just ‘oh’?” Endeavor ran his fingers over his collarbone, then skirt them down until he reached the nipple he’d ravished earlier. “Is this sore?”

The man had an uncanny knack for saying exactly the right thing to scatter his thoughts. Hawks felt the flush rising up his neck, wondered if it was also on his chest, almost hoped it was just from the heat of the hand. It was definitely tender now that it was being rubbed but it wasn’t quite sore so he shook his head.

Endeavor regarded him with a thoughtful expression before withdrawing his hand. “You’re being oddly quiet. Something on your mind?”

“Yeah, kinda,” said Hawks before he could stop himself.

Plenty of stuff was on his mind, which was still trying to process that he had fucked Endeavor. Twice. And that he’d brought Hawks to three stellar orgasms. That wasn’t even getting to the fact Endeavor had not only saved him from shock and further danger, but also had him healed by some crazy powerful woman he was on a first name basis with.

“Endeavor-san…” he paused as his mind flit through each outrageous thing that had occurred in the last day or so, “why did you bring me here? Why not my agency or even my home?”

“Because Harmony wasn’t in the mood to wait,” he answered with a shrug. “Plus, I wanted to keep an eye on you somewhere familiar and comfortable.”

It made sense. It was technically one of Endeavor’s homes even if it didn’t look like he really lived in it. His family certainly didn’t. Still Hawks wondered at the decision and if it was fueled by something more than familiarity or ease. He had so many questions he didn’t know where to start or if Endeavor would even answer them.

Also Hawks kind of wanted to have sex with him again while he still could. They were both still naked and Hawks needed no further justification beyond that.

He was pretty sure the sex wasn’t anything special to Endeavor and it was basically implied earlier that he took other lovers. The thought made Hawks feel both a little jealous and a lot thrilled that he’d been chosen.

“You’ve got that look in your eyes again,” said Endeavor, his own eyes ironically unreadable.

Hawks frowned slightly hoping to chase away whatever telling expression he wore. “What look?”

“Like you want to eat me.”

That time only the barest of heat blossomed in Hawks’s cheeks. He licked his lips and raised up on his elbow, mirroring Endeavor’s pose. The places his mind went in that instant were hardly fit to be spoken aloud. The hazy side effects were still tugging at the back of his mind, but were they really to blame for the surge of desire from just the mere sight of the man lounging beside him?

“You’re a surprisingly good kisser,” said Hawks resisting the urge to do just that.

Endeavor chuckled, a strange but welcome sound from him. “Rude of you to assume I’d be bad at it in the first place.”

I could spend the rest of the day doing nothing but kissing you, thought Hawks, irrationally.

“Come on, let’s take a shower,” said Endeavor already moving off the bed. “Then we’ll eat and after that…” he trailed off with a suggestive look towards Hawks.

That got him moving faster than the other two offers and Hawks had trouble feeling any shame about that. He’d never been particularly prudish anyway but Endeavor sure was inspiring his wanton nature.

They didn’t fuck in the shower but fooled around. It started out utilitarian and maybe a little domestic as they cleaned themselves with exotic smelling soaps. It took the lingering, stale presence of sex from around them and filled it with the mellow scents of lavender fields, rosemary, and mint.

Ultimately, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other, which was a delightful if not somewhat expected discovery. Sadly, Endeavor didn’t let it escalate much beyond kissing and groping but Hawks didn’t mind. At one point he shoved Hawks against the cool tile and kissed him breathless, large hands roaming over his slick skin once again leaving trails of blazing heat. It took him a moment to calm down as they toweled dry afterwards.

Endeavor ordered him to get some of the food out of the fridge while he changed the sheets. Hawks was surprised he even knew how to do such a thing given his wealth but rationalized he probably wasn’t always so privileged. Too bad he couldn’t stay and watch such a rare sight.

They almost ate at the dining table since Endeavor insisted it was proper but Hawks talked him into the living room. The sight of Endeavor standing tall and naked in his kitchen fretting over proper eating etiquette struck Hawks as particularly endearing. He patted one of Endeavor’s firm butt cheeks playfully before gathering up a couple drinks and boxes.

“So what made you go with this contemporary design?” asked Hawks in between bites as they lounged on the black sectional sofa.

Endeavor shrugged, chewing a mouthful of unadon. “They suggested it and I didn’t really care,” he said around his food. “Didn’t think I’d use it often anyways.”

“Can I get a bite of that?” Hawks leaned forward and opened his mouth expectantly.

Not missing a beat, Endeavor grunted in response and carefully fed him a piece via chopsticks. He smiled as he chewed then returned to his food, various tempura, offering a bite to Endeavor jokingly and a bit shocked he easily accepted it. Choosing a piece of shrimp he scooted closer, startling slightly when Endeavor grasped his hand holding the offering and guided it to his mouth.

“Is it good?” He withdrew the chopsticks and stared pointedly at Endeavor’s face as he chewed, kind of dumbfounded at the casual, domestic feel of the moment.

He nodded. “It’s good. I like shrimp.”

Hawks promptly filed that information away for later and moved back towards his food. Well, really it was all their food and there certainly was plenty of it spread out on the coffee table. They finished most of it pretty quickly, Endeavor checked the news and weather. It was mundane but totally fascinating to Hawks. He noted every little deviation from normality, like how Endeavor’s unstyled hair made him look slightly different. His hand twitched at the thought of ruffling it and trying to get it to spike up like he usually wore it.

“Does my agency have any idea what’s going on?” asked Hawks, and really he should’ve brought it up sooner but his head had been too foggy and distracted. Also his phone was missing and probably smashed up. Again.

“I had them notified of the situation,” said Endeavor turning off the TV and giving him a sideways glance. “If anything urgent comes up, they were told to contact my agency.”

“That’s good. Did anyone catch that guy that blew up the air or whatever.”

“I personally took care of that deviant.”

“Ah… thanks, Endeavor-san.”

He fidgeted a little, wondering how or if he should ask for more sex. His body had calmed down significantly from the side effects but it still felt like they were there, urging him to take action. Endeavor turned towards him a bit and he had no idea what to do, settling on staring up at him with what he hoped was intent. Sadly, the effort fell flat and Endeavor stood, gathering up empty containers. He sighed and gathered up the rest.

After they cleaned up, Hawks stopped and gazed out at the city wondering if they were missing out on any good conflicts. There were certainly enough heroes saturating their society that even the top two could take breaks and not feel guilty. He’d done it sporadically after being injured or losing too many feathers but that was usually the only thing that slowed him down.

“It’s okay… the people will be fine,” said Endeavor slipping behind him and peering over his shoulder. “It’s hard to justify breaks from work like ours but it is necessary once in a while.”

Hawks gave a noncommittal hum, enjoying the heat coming off the man’s body, effectively chasing away the fall chill that seemed more obvious while he was trying out some casual nudism. He felt fingers brush over his shoulder and up towards his neck then jaw. The touch sent a shiver slithering down his spine and he tried blaming it on the warmth but something told him it was deeper than that.

He didn’t get a chance to contemplate any potential meaning as Endeavor gripped his chin and tilted his head. Giving into the manipulation felt so natural as Hawks tipped his head and Endeavor mouthed at the exposed skin of his shoulder and neck. The guy really had an oral fixation. Or touch starvation. Honestly, both were alluring concepts.

The leisurely kissing and sucking scattered any attempt at thinking clearly and Hawks was pretty sure he’d have another hickey to show off. Endeavor’s hands eventually started travelling over his body and he marveled at his luck. Apparently he didn’t even have to ask for another round, it was happening on its own.

Desperately, he wanted to ask the Number One Hero to bend him over a random counter and fuck him until he forgot his name. If it was possibly their last time together he wanted something intense, something that warranted the suggestion of the useless safeword.

Twisting around and away from searching hands and lips, Hawks immediately framed Endeavor’s face with his hands and kissed him. It was sloppy and fervent and he hoped it conveyed his desires, eventually hooking arms around his neck and pressing their bodies together.

Endeavor seemed to at least get the intention and lifted Hawks by his ass and thighs, encouraging him to wrap his legs around his waist. Instead of carrying them to the bedroom, he deposited Hawks onto a random countertop and his wings did knock some stuff over that time. The smooth marble was cold but the warmth rolling off Endeavor in waves tempered it nicely. Hawks withdrew his arms to grope at the glorious chest before him, leaned up slightly to brush kisses against his strong jawline.

“Fuck me here,” he said, voice coming out low and breathless. “Right here, right now.”

To his credit, Endeavor didn’t argue the request but he also didn’t agree to it. He pulled back enough to glare down at Hawks as he reached between them and slid a finger right inside him without any warning. It met with enough resistance to elicit a sharp gasp but the discomfort really didn’t seem like enough considering what he’d already endured.

“You’re not wet enough,” said Endeavor bluntly, pulling his finger free. He huffed out a stunted laugh. “I should start leaving lube in the kitchen.”

More implications that Hawks could barely process. So many demands crowded in his mind and jammed up, halting any attempt at voicing them, not that he really should. They were all a touch more humiliating than he was willing to admit. The desperation from earlier was swelling inside him and he tugged Endeavor down to his mouth, kissing him again and unable to mask his frantic desire.

“Please.” The word slipped out unbidden between the slide of their mouths and tongues. “Just… god, please -”

“Mmm,” Endeavor hummed right into his mouth like he understood, tugging him against his waist once again and easily lifting him.

He carried Hawks to the bedroom and he clung to him, mouthing at the man’s thick neck and jaw along the way, grinding mindlessly against his hard abs. He was embarrassingly worked up but couldn’t be bothered to care. It had been a while since a partner excited him like this and he was going to enjoy every last second of it.

Once again Endeavor tossed him onto the bed, soft linens bunching up under him. The curtains were still drawn and the room was dim despite being probably midday. Everything was notably duller, edges no longer glowing or buzzing, but his nerves felt just as electrified as Endeavor crawled onto the bed and loomed over him.

Leaning down, he met Hawks’s mouth as he rose slightly, already grasping Endeavor’s face. He sat back a moment later and Hawks whined as he slipped away from his hands, wings twitching in irritation. Endeavor gripped his thighs and rearranged them over his own before magically producing the lube. He wasted no time in putting some on his fingers and working them into Hawks, jamming two in at once.

Hawks cried out and arched his back slightly at the sensation. The thick fingers didn’t stay in him all too long, merely pushing the slippery liquid inside his canal and squirming a bit for stretch. Almost immediately after sliding his fingers free, Endeavor leaned forward again, kissing Hawks’s chest as he grasped a thigh and pushed it back.

His hands were definitely shaking as he reached out and slid them through soft red hair and over broad shoulders. Endeavor kissed his way up his chest to his neck, nudging the large, blunt tip of his cock against his hole. Hawks tried commanding his body to relax but he was ridiculously tense with anticipation. After pulling in one deep breath the head pushed in with amazing ease, cock sliding halfway inside him in one smooth motion.

The gasp that punched out of him was almost completely swallowed by the groan so close to his ear. It shot straight to his cock just in time for Endeavor’s hips to twitch forward, burying himself to the hilt in Hawks’s ass. He made another interesting sound Hawks had never heard before, something laced with awe and maybe disbelief.

Keeping his head firmly out of view, Endeavor gave a few experimental thrusts before setting to fucking him in earnest. His focus instantly narrowed down to the tight, searing push and pull of the giant cock splitting him open again and again. A dizzying sense of relief washed over him, mindlessly reaching out and hanging onto the large man for dear life as he pounded him into the mattress.

Each quick downstroke drew a noise from him, a curse, moan, cry, they all mingled together with the deafening slap of skin against skin. He desperately wanted to see Endeavor’s face but couldn’t gather enough courage or breath to ask. At the very least, he could hear every delicious pant and soft moan he made with his head nestled between Hawks’s neck and shoulder.

Some part of Hawks registered the sudden temperature spike that correlated perfectly with the throb of the cock stuffed in his ass. He managed a short laugh before Endeavor suddenly reared back and grasped his thighs. For a few blissful seconds, Hawks got to focus on his charmingly flushed look of concentration but his admiration was cut short when his thighs were shoved up and back. He was practically bent in half, grateful for his flexibility, and not entirely prepared for how deep the next thrust hit.

The noises he started making were unapologetically honest, bubbling up from his core as tears started gathering in his eyes. The new angle was hitting all the right places at depths he was sure he’d never experienced before and he willingly surrendered to the overwhelming sensations. He watched his hands move, reaching for hot, sweat slicked flesh as he struggled to pull in a decent breath and blink his vision clear.

One of his legs was abruptly dropped, foot thumping heavily onto the mattress as the position shifted slightly again. The punishing pace only stuttered briefly and Hawks was blessed with a sloppy kiss, fingers weaving into the tangled mess of his sandy hair. The addition of that simple act made his frantic pleasure surge, urging him to grab Endeavor’s face, then wind his arms around his neck so he wouldn’t get too far away.

“Shhh,” soothed Endeavor, lips merely resting against his own, massive hand smoothing up his torso.

More gentle treatment that made Hawks whine in protest, but it cut off on something that sounded suspiciously like a sob. His vision was watery and he wondered if he was crying, though he hardly cared. Blood pounded in his ears as his heart leapt and thundered, pleasure rising in waves, higher and higher. The only sounds that filtered through were the ones Endeavor was making, each one effortlessly slicing through the chaos.

Endeavor groaned against his mouth and it shot straight to his neglected cock. He freed one arm, fumbling between them and stroking himself, moaning shamelessly as the pleasure crept steadily higher and impossibly tighter. Hawks chased the sensation with single-minded determination, pretty sure he would explode if he didn’t come soon.

“Mmm… f-fuuck,” stuttered Endeavor, withdrawing slightly.

The uncharacteristic stutter combined with another spike of heat startled Hawks enough to focus his bleary vision. He blinked rapidly, witnessing an expression he wasn’t really expecting. It looked alarmingly unguarded, vaguely soft under the flush on Endeavor’s cheeks. It struck yet another chord, more confusing emotions blooming in his chest.

Hawks was teetering right on the edge of orgasm when Endeavor caught his gaze and held it. The moment lingered and burned into his memory like a brand before his body seized up bowing his back under the force. He tipped his head back on a ragged moan, finally clamping down on a spasm of pleasure and spilling hotly on his chest. More waves followed and he continued moaning through them, sinking his nails into Endeavor’s back.

He coasted on the gentle euphoria of being soundly fucked through his aftershocks, twitching and still far too blissed out to acknowledge any building overstimulation. Above him, Endeavor let out an impressive string of curses and he snapped his blurry eyes towards his face hoping to see a good show.

Head bowed and eyes clenched shut, Endeavor’s drawn brows suddenly climbed up as his hips faltered in their brisk pace. He let out a guttural groan as he finally stilled, cock pulsing so deeply inside Hawks that he gasped at the sensation. Cursing again, Endeavor was still throbbing inside him as he lurched forward and pressed their mouths together, practically panting into Hawks’s mouth.

It was so hot and perfect and painfully honest. Hawks half-heartedly wiped the cum off his hand before sliding it over a pectoral and up around the back of Endeavor’s neck. He kissed Hawks leisurely, thrust once more, shuddered, then finally pulled away. Eyes glazed over, Endeavor sat up and looked down at where they were still connected with something like wonder.

“Ready?” he asked, petting trembling thighs. “This may be a little… messy.”

Hawks nodded out of habit, not really comprehending any word that came out of the man’s incredibly talented mouth. He trusted him so his brain remained delightfully offline, merely basking in the afterglow. Endeavor slid out pretty quickly considering he’d given him a warning and Hawks felt a warm gush afterwards.

Wait a minute.

There was no way he had that much lube inside him, especially after such a vigorous session. That meant Endeavor had fucked him raw this time. And pumped him full of cum. His wings ruffled a bit as he rose up on his elbows, looking down between his spread legs, stunned.

“Hey. You okay?”

Hawks snapped his eyes up to Endeavor’s and could not help the giant grin that spread across his face. He opened his mouth but no sound came out, so he clamped it shut and nodded instead.

Endeavor offered him a small smile in return, shoulders relaxing. “Is this all it takes to shut you up? Never thought I’d see the day.”

Why did that sound so damn causal? Was he implying he would do it again if necessary? Also why was he so far away again? Hawks reached out and pawed at him, hoping his actions once again conveyed adequate meaning. Endeavor took the hint and moved closer, kissing him briefly. He hooked an arm around Hawks’s back and pulled him against his chest as he rolled them onto their sides. Slithering an arm around Endeavor’s back he idly rubbed at it, feeling the powerful muscles shift under his hand.

Warm fingers brushed under his eye then over his cheek, swiping away moisture. So he had been crying. Endeavor didn’t comment on it, settling against a pillow with a sigh. They laid in companionable silence and Hawks was so content he didn’t even mind his state. In fact, the mess didn’t bother him in the least since it was proof of what they’d done.

System full of happy hormones and his own personal heater radiating gentle warmth, Hawks allowed himself to drift off to sleep. He couldn’t remember the last time he had felt so satisfied, let alone safe. It was a completely unexpected and addicting feeling and really he shouldn’t have fallen asleep but it made him so tired, like he could finally, truly relax.

The sound of an average ringtone cut through his dreamless slumber, tugging him to consciousness. The room was darker when he cracked open his eyes and saw Endeavor sitting up and talking quietly into his phone. Noticing Hawks staring up at him he spared him a glance, reaching out and petting his wild hair. He sighed, moving the hand down to his face and nuzzling into it as it engulfed the entire side. Maybe he was a little touch starved too.

“Okay, yes, I know.” Endeavor paused, listening, then exhaled in a dramatic, tired way that was entirely too relatable. “I’ll be down in a few minutes, let me wrap things up here first.”

“No rest for the wicked, huh?” joked Hawks, trying to offset the staggering disappointment that welled up from the realization their tryst was over.

“Or the weary,” said Endeavor. “My sidekicks can deal with most issues, but it’s shareholder related and I like to oversee that personally when I can.”

“So responsible,” he sang with an accompanying grin.

Endeavor looked down at him with a fond expression that made his heart clench, hand still gently caressing the side of his face. “Stay as long as you want. Don’t worry about locking up when you leave, this floor is secure.”

Hawks nodded, humming an affirmation around the lump in his throat as Endeavor withdrew his hand. He shut his eyes, snuggling into the covers that had once again been thoughtfully pulled over him while he slept. Weight shifted off the mattress and he staunchly ignored the gloomy pang of loneliness that immediately weighed down on him.

He waited until he was sure Endeavor was gone, which didn’t seem like long, before sitting up and staring into the dark room blankly. Eventually he motivated himself to clean up after feeling a wet spot spreading under him. He was definitely a little sore at that point but he considered it a pleasant reminder.

Looking in the mirror and making a vague attempt at taming his hair, he was amused to see he did indeed have a couple glaring hickeys on his neck. Running his fingers over them filled him with a foolish sense of pride. He had no clothes or phone to text for help, so he put on Endeavor’s discarded robe and rifled through random drawers sadly noting only oversized options.

Taking a random large shirt out of the latest drawer, Hawks glared at it like he could will it to shrink before bringing it to his nose. It smelled more like the wood that housed it than Endeavor which was disappointing and furthered the assumption he didn’t use the place very often. Or maybe he did and just mostly wore his hero costume, which honestly sounded like him.

On the verge of admitting defeat, Hawks wandered into the living room still clutching the shirt. Just as he was considering raiding the fridge again the doorbell startled him. He hastily tied the robe shut and looked around for a moment wondering where the front door even was. It rang twice more in rapid succession and he rushed towards a central door, opening it a crack and half expecting it to be a closet.

A woman with flaming green hair and a beaming smile waved at him from the hallway. “Hi! Nice to meet you, Number Two, I’m Burnin.”

“Uh… hello,” responded Hawks automatically before it clicked into place that this was one of Endeavor’s sidekicks.

“I was told to deliver this with the utmost discretion,” declared Burnin, shoving a bag towards him and forcing the door more open. “Picked them out myself,” she added with a wink.

Hawks grabbed the bag just as she let go and peered into it curiously. Inside were clothes and from the looks of it an entire outfit including a jacket. “Thanks,” he said looking up, but she was already walking away.

“No problem, take care!” She waved as she retreated, then turned a corner and disappeared.

The outfit was actually pretty stylish, close to something he would’ve picked for himself. It was all brand new, tags still attached, and Hawks flushed at the thought Endeavor had sent his sidekick out to buy them. She’d done a great job and he considered sending her some kind of thank you gift. Stores that sold clothes to accommodate wings weren’t very common or cheap.

Finally properly dressed, Hawks took one last lingering look around the apartment and smiled. The sun was setting and it felt like he’d come full circle from when he’d woken up and discovered where he was. Sighing he braced himself for the walk of shame even if he felt decidedly shameless about the whole ordeal. His own sidekicks were probably worried about him and he had work to catch up on.

Once outside the agency he took flight into the cool air with an odd mixture of elation and melancholy. His chest still felt heavy but he didn’t want to think about it. He would keep moving forward, keep himself useful, and hope that his and Endeavor’s paths crossed again soon.

Something in his bones told him he wouldn’t have to wait long and that made him smile against the bite of the wind.

## Afterword

End Notes

> This was... a lot lol so thank you for sticking with it till the end! You're the real MVP! Did y'all enjoy the little Burnin cameo at the end? God I love her~

> I honestly can't get enough of their dynamic, exploring it has been super fun! I do plan to continue this as a series and will explain any future canon divergence. Last but not least, I've been fascinated with the concept and scarcity of healers in this world, so I wanted to play with that a bit.

> I hope you enjoyed it and thanks again for reading! Come scream at me about endhawks (or Hawks in general) on twitter @specterpeach!

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