## Preface

Love Buzz
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/22579999.

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:
  Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags:
  Hot Springs & Onsen, Onsen Ryokan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, POV Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Sharing a Room, Drinking, Drunk Sex, Blow Jobs, Porn with Feelings, Denial of Feelings, Hair-pulling, Don't copy to another site, Light Bondage, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Past Abuse, Angst, Minor Injuries
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 2 of Come as You Are
Stats:
  Published: 2020-02-06 Completed: 2020-03-04 Words: 17,752 Chapters: 2/2

# Love Buzz

by specterpeach

Summary

> It’s been weeks since their fateful, erotic encounter and Endeavor can’t get Hawks off his mind. Pondering heavy issues he hopes to unwind during a promotional weekend at an onsen ryokan. After a booking incident, Endeavor is forced to spend his time there sharing a suite with the very source of his recent, persistent distractions. He struggles gauging the situation, processing baffling emotions, and relaxing around a man that can effortlessly scatter his thoughts.

## Chapter 1

Chapter Notes

> Enji is having a crisis and Hawks isn't helping. This universe is still pretty small but I'm hoping to expand it eventually. Even if it's not really relevant to the story thus far, the biggest canon divergence going on here is that Hawks isn't a double agent. He's free to live his life as a hero and we'll pretend they asked someone else to do their dirty work. (I realize this would also change the High-End incident but let's also pretend Hawks had caught wind of it because he's nosy and observant and it snowballed from there.)

> Mind the tags! I'll update them if needed in the next chapter.

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Visualize a candle in a dark room.

That had been what Enji’s mother told him when he first struggled to control his quirk. It had seemed like such a useless exercise, something his young mind couldn’t make sense of, and he often asked her why. She withheld the explanation until she was satisfied he had contemplated the candle properly.

“It’s about control,” she had finally told him one day unprompted. “The wick and the wax temper the flame so it’s useful. You must learn to temper your flames if they’re to be useful. Without control they will only do harm.”

To this day, Enji often visualized a lone candle in darkness with a steady flame. He’d learned countless ways to use and control his quirk since then but nothing focused him faster than that damn candle. He was calling upon it a lot recently, ever since that day.

Normally, he prided himself on having an iron will and constitution, but that day with Hawks had scattered all his caution to the wind. Hawks did have a knack for getting a rise out of him but he had really taken it to another level, not that he had necessarily been trying. He’d actually been a lot more coy and flustered than Enji had thought him capable of.

At first he figured it was the perfect opportunity to unwind and relax, taking his mind off heavy issues if only for a short while. He hadn’t taken a lover in years, convincing himself he was simply too busy. Most people didn’t interest him anyway.

Hawks, somehow, was different.

After walking into his cavernous office, Enji shed his flames like a coat, catching his reflection in a decorative mirror and stopping short of his desk. There were thin trails of faint pink scars peeking out from beneath the wide collar of his costume. He touched them thoughtfully, remembering the exact moment Hawks had scored them into his flesh with blunt nails. Twice, actually. At least the second set was well hidden beneath specially designed spandex. Something else beneath that fabric was growing more noticeable as he replayed the scratching incident back in his mind.

“Visualize a candle in a dark room,” he muttered miserably, flicker of a flame dancing across his jaw, clearly mocking him.

The meditation was only so useful at stamping down his body’s embarrassing reaction to the memory of his and Hawks’s recent tryst. He’d had enough of them during the last decade that initially he hadn’t been expecting much of a fallout. Fucking out your frustrations and existential crises was an established routine amongst heroes anyway, to the point tabloids were often more interested in who was dating than having sex. Besides, it was basically his fault the guy had gone through the bizarre side effects in the first place, he’d figured taking care of it was only fair.

What a fool he’d been.

Two weeks had passed since that fateful day and Enji was still having trouble rationalizing his decisions. He had stumbled upon the situation on his way to another call and would never admit to anyone how cold his blood had run when he realized the extent of Hawks’s injuries. Honestly, he hadn’t expected Harmony to even respond let alone agree to a housecall healing. The couple times she’d done them for him had been at random, spur of the moment locations.

Enji sighed and made his way towards his desk, sitting down heavily in the chair. He doubted he would see her again for many years to come, if at all, despite her declaration he owed her. She was the type of introvert that bordered on a hermit, painfully uncomfortable around most people and forever reclusive after a few kidnappings. It really was a shame considering her rare and insanely useful quirk.

The stack of incident reports on his desk seemed to judge him as he stared past them and out the windows, letting his mind wander yet again. Visions of flushed skin, lithe limbs, and red feathers plagued him and his chest felt tight with some baffling emotion. One moment in particular stood out from the other memories, striking him as particularly profound.

He had thought letting Hawks ride him their first time together was the most considerate and logical choice, so he could control the depth and speed. Of course the brat had squirmed out of his grasp and impaled himself to the hilt on his cock, and that sudden, tight heat had nearly shattered all of his good intentions. It had felt ridiculously good and Hawks had been so beautifully responsive that he had unintentionally dominated the session at first.

Eventually, he had reined himself in and settled on strapping in for the ride, only allowing himself to pet and caress Hawks’s hard working thighs as he bounced on his lap. Then, just as the sun broke over the horizon, Hawks had bowed his back, spread his wings, and came all over him. It was a dazzling display, light exploding around his silhouette as he moaned and cursed, body and wings trembling with pleasure.

That mesmerizing moment felt like it had flipped a switch, shifting casual interest into something more. He’d felt giddy, temperature spiking and flames threatening to slip out of his control while his own pleasure crested. His first orgasm in years, outside of occasional wanks, had been spectacular and he was hooked.

Still, it had been so long since he’d had any genuine interest in someone that he didn’t have a clue how to move forward with their friendship, relationship, or whatever the hell it had morphed into. They’d exchanged numbers shortly after their first team up on his insistence. He’d been worried the idiot would get himself in over his head poking his nose into the right place at the wrong time.

Annoyingly, the only good that had done was get him an occasional inane text or slightly incomprehensible meme. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t received a single text after that day. He had enough sense to be concerned about it but figured Hawks was probably embarrassed. For someone so bold in his action he sure had flustered more easily than Enji had expected.

He absently fished his phone out and unlocked it. There were notifications but none from Hawks. One in particular caught his eye, though. A reminder from his calendar. He tapped it and skimmed over his hurriedly typed event. A promotional weekend at a renovated onsen ryokan a couple hours outside Tokyo.

He remembered fighting with his PR lady about this one, claiming it was pointless. She had adamantly insisted he go and show support, skillfully bantering with him until he caved and he had been rudely reminded why he kept her around. It sure had crept up on him in his distracted state and he needed to go home, pack, then drive. Having his driver take him there crossed his mind but he wanted peace and quiet on the open road.

A quiet drive and an even quieter weekend relaxing at a luxury resort seemed perfect, actually. Just what he needed for some meaningful reflection. The weather was cool but mild, trees shifting into a vibrant sea of red and gold. Beautiful, serene, tranquil nature. No screaming criminals, no loud sidekicks, no cars, no annoying team ups, nothing but him and the trees.

Of course because it sounded perfect it ended up being quite the opposite. The drive was uneventful besides a little traffic, but naturally he encountered a problem shortly after walking up to the front desk.

“What do you mean you’re overbooked?” he asked staring flatly at the receptionist.

She panicked behind the counter, giving him every standard excuse in the book as she frantically typed at a keyboard, then called for someone. He sighed, already mentally preparing himself to drive back home. So much for a relaxing weekend.

“Ah! Endeavor-san?” came a dreadfully familiar voice so close he tensed.

Whipping his whole body towards the sound before he could think better of it, Enji came face to face with the cause of his recent, persistent distractions. Hawks stared back at him equally as shocked, dressed casually, clutching an iced coffee with the straw stuck in his half-open mouth.

“What are you doing here?” he barked out, temperature threatening to rise.

“Promotional weekend!” said Hawks with a typical smile, tilting his goggles up and into his wild hair. “Guess they got you too, huh?”

“They certainly tried,” muttered Enji under his breath. “Looks like they may have double booked me.”

“Oh…” Hawks trailed off, face instantly falling. “Wait!” he suddenly exclaimed lighting up like a supernova and jabbing a finger into the air. “I have a room! We can share!”

“Sh-share?!” sputtered Enji as a few choice memories of their last encounter flashed in his mind. The blush that started creeping up his neck was damning.

“Yeah, it’s no big deal,” said Hawks already grabbing his suitcase and wheeling it away. “Come on! Yuki-san is going to take us there.”

A woman in a kimono seemed to materialize out of thin air and leveled him with an impatient stare when he hesitated. The place did look busy. Enji sighed and followed them figuring he could always bail early if needed. The ryokan seemed to retain most of its traditional flair but had clearly been renovated, peppered with contemporary items here and there. Nothing overwhelming, it had been integrated well in his opinion.

Their room was in a separate building and the second they set foot in it Hawks kicked off his shoes and bounded inside, making obnoxious impressed noises as he checked everything out. Slowly removing his own shoes and placing them neatly to the side, Enji suppressed a sigh. He heard the door slide shut behind him and grabbed both suitcases, lifting them carefully over the tatami floor.

“We have a big TV and a mini fridge, just like your-” Hawks abruptly fell silent, cheeks tinting the faintest pink. “It’s… isn’t it great?” he recovered taking his offered suitcase.

Ignoring his own impending blush, Enji looked around and instantly concluded it was an expensive suite. They were in the living room which had the table, mini fridge, and TV, opening up to their own personal rock garden complete with private open air bath fueled by the waters of the onsen. There was a hallway to the right with a sitting room, bathroom, and closet off of it that he briefly explored and assumed the sleeping room was on the other side of the suite. He had just walked back into the living room when he noticed Hawks had abandoned his suitcase and was taking off his clothes.

Distantly, Enji thought he felt a piece of his soul leaving his body and he gawked, scrambling for an expletive. Hawks noticed him staring and smiled as he tugged off a pant leg, almost toppling over when it caught on his foot. He didn’t explain himself, merely shot off some feathers and stripped down to his underwear, tight little boxer briefs that clung to every curve and crevice. Ducking into the sleeping room he emerged seconds later putting on a yukata that was apparently tailored for his wings. Feathers started randomly reconnecting and Enji wondered if he routinely detached them to manage his tops.

“Look, it’s got my wings on it!” Hawks pointed at the little set of red wings on the front after pulling it shut with a pleased smile.

“Wonder if someone else got mine,” he muttered in response, watching Hawks struggle with the obi.

Unable to help himself he walked over to Hawks and snatched the obi from his hands, tying it properly. Their fingers brushed and he could feel the subtle heat of the skin just beneath the fabric, beckoning him to palm narrow hips. Satisfied, he nodded and met Hawks’s eyes briefly, which looked slightly glazed, flush alive and well on his cheeks.

So he was being affected too. Whether it was embarrassment or interest was anyone’s guess and Enji wasn’t sure he should ask. Once again at a loss for words, he slipped away into the sleeping room and pulled open drawers until he found another yukata. He didn’t bother shutting the door before he changed, going through the motions mechanically since he wore them at home often enough. Thankfully it fit, just a little on the short side, and glancing down he saw the little wings were on his too, right over the heart.

“Hey, Endeavor-san, have you eaten yet?” asked Hawks poking his head into the room. “Does yours have wings too? It was really so thoughtful of them. We should try to find your yukatas if they’re here. How much you wanna bet whoever got your room steals them and tries to auction them or something?”

Enji turned, eyes sweeping over the twin futon mattresses on low frames. The room was modestly sized, with enough space to get around the futons but not much else. There were shoji doors that opened up to the rock garden and the open air bath was nearby. Separate beds. He could do this and mind his manners. Maybe.

“I told them to bring dinner to the room tonight. I hope that’s okay,” Hawks continued, undeterred by the lack of response. “I’ve never had kaiseki at a ryokan before, can you believe that? I bet it’s fantastic at a high-end place like this.”

“Did you order sake?” asked Enji, finally leaving the room and breezing past Hawks. He followed him like a lost puppy dog but somehow it wasn’t as annoying as usual.

“I did!” he practically sang. “Beer too, actually.”

Deciding to skip the lecture about mixing different types of alcohol, Enji stepped outside, slipping on some geta and sighing when they barely fit. Hawks predictably followed, also sliding geta on and skipping past him into the darkening garden with an impressed whistle. At the very least he seemed more like himself than the last time he’d seen him, which was both irritating and comforting.

“It’s so beautiful,” Hawks declared, wandering around and stretching his wings. “I’m so glad I got the chance to come here, and being with you makes it even better, Endeavor-san.”

Enji valiantly suppressed yet another creeping blush, thinking it was becoming an unfortunate routine. He never had been good at taking compliments but receiving them from a love interest usually made his brain short circuit. Not that he was in love. No way in hell was he in love with someone that annoying. He snorted to himself at the mere notion, crossing his arms like it would help banish the thought.

Hawks kept talking up until dinner was delivered and Enji honestly tuned most of it out. It wasn’t even necessarily intentional, but his mind stubbornly drifted back to their tryst over and over again forcing him to redirect all concentration towards keeping his body calm. Quelling the memories of kissing, touching, and so much more was nearly impossible with Hawks right there stirring them up with his ceaseless chatter.

Maybe if he kissed him he would shut up. He had really enjoyed kissing Hawks and the way he always responded even when he was tired or in a postcoital daze. God, he had looked amazing flushed and fucked out.

Shaking his head Enji bristled at his seat, shoving some more food into his mouth and looking for the sake. He snatched a cup and slammed it down onto the table near Hawks with a little too much force, startling him. Thankfully catching the hint, Hawks plucked the flask from the end of the table and filled the small cup. Enji made sure to take the bottle from him gently, avoiding his fingers, and poured some in return. Naturally, that meant they had to toast the occasion.

“To another happy accident,” said Hawks lifting his cup and beaming a grin so brilliant it could rival the sun.

“Kanpai,” he responded automatically, then brought the cup to his lips and tipped his head back.

The sake was smooth, blossoming a welcome warmth as it hit his stomach. A good start but he needed more. Setting the cup down deliberately lighter, he slid it towards Hawks and gestured impatiently.

“Trying to get drunk, Endeavor-san?” asked Hawks as he promptly refilled it.

The way Hawks said his name slid over his skin like fine silk and he tried ignoring it as he tipped back the second shot. He was sure he’d lose at least part of his mind if he heard his given name spoken by Hawks in any tone after everything they'd done. This was the part of his intense personality that always backfired on him, driven to a fault. Alcohol seemed like the only way he could shift gears, make him forget what that supple skin had felt like in his hands, under his lips, sliding against him.

He slammed the cup down again.

“At least eat a little more before you drink,” fretted Hawks, dutifully refilling the cup anyway. He was nursing a beer but seemed more interested in stuffing his face at the moment.

“I’m eating,” he said, shoveling some more food into his mouth as proof. It was delicious but he was having trouble focusing on its quality or taste. As soon as he swallowed he chased it with the sake.

Hawks seemed satisfied with the show and poured him yet another shot before returning to eating. By the fourth shot Enji started feeling a bit fuzzy around the edges, close to buzzed but nowhere near drunk. Yuki-san brought another flask just before the current one ran dry and he demanded the whole bottle. He focused on the food, grateful for the distraction, not paying much attention to how much he was drinking. He’d never been a lightweight and alcohol was a core lubricant in most of his social interactions. Or at least it had been. It had admittedly been a little while since he’d drank any significant amount.

He was leaning forward resting his head on his propped up hand, listening adamantly to some inane story Hawks was telling when he realized he was pretty damn drunk. Also that it had accomplished the opposite of what he’d intended. Instead of shifting gears away from his memories it brought them gleefully bubbling to the surface of his mind, captivating him as he watched the source prattle on across the table.

The words made sense as they left Hawks’s mouth but the second he moved onto another set Enji lost the meaning, focusing on his face and taking in all the small details he’d noticed the last time they’d been together. He wanted to touch him so badly that he nearly reached out, fingers twitching slightly on his knee.

“Do you want to go into the bath after this?”

The question sunk in slowly and Enji soon found himself staring at Hawks like a deer caught in headlights. Hawks stopped talking and the room filled with awful silence, dragging on as he internally floundered for an appropriate response.

“You don’t have to,” said Hawks after a moment, waving his hands and smiling with an increasingly familiar blush. He picked up his beer and sipped it, glancing around the room sheepishly. “I just figured, since we’re here and it’s private, it would be nice… and relaxing, of course, but if you’re not comfortable being in-”

“Okay,” he said cutting off the ramble and delighting in the surprised expression it put on Hawks’s face. “It’s fine, I’m not uncomfortable with- uh, around you.”

The smile he received from that simple declaration made his entire body buzz with gratification. He liked being the reason Hawks smiled like that, even if he did it easily and often. Maybe it was the alcohol talking, but he swore the one Hawks wore now was subtly different, eyes lit up in an unfamiliar but enticing way.

He excused himself to get ready and Enji was glad for the opportunity to stand and see just how drunk he was before plunging into a hot bath. Staggering a bit when he rose to his feet, he was relieved that he seemed able to walk straight as he approached the bath, mindful of the steps. The roof extended over a portion of the bath, lanterns and moonlight softly illuminating the dark rocks placed strategically around the water and landscape. There was a chill in the air but it didn’t bother him given his body’s disposition.

Untying his obi, he looked around taking in the surroundings out of habit. There was a sauna shower to his left and he headed towards it somehow remembering through his inebriated haze that he should wash off first. He was stripped down and soaped up before suddenly recalling he had to go into the bath naked. Panic threatened to creep into his buzz but he firmly ignored it along with the steam probably coming out of his ears.

The glass of the shower stall was completely fogged over by the time he finished and he was fairly certain it was his fault and not the water temperature. In a last ditch effort at unnecessary modesty, he covered his dick with a towel, took a deep breath, and left the shower. Hawks wasn’t outside yet so he quickly slipped into the bath, settling at the far end, closing his eyes and decompressing a bit.

“Oh, you’re already in, Endeavor-san?” asked Hawks despite the fact he was clearly sitting in the bath. “Sorry I took so long, I unpacked a few things after cleaning up.”

Enji cracked one eye open, irrationally scared of what he may see, already planning on blaming any ensuing blush on the hot water. Hawks had a towel wrapped around his waist but enough of his body was bared that Enji curiously opened his other eye. Catching him staring again, Hawks smiled a little before turning to the side and opening the towel. It slid to the ground with a dull thud and Enji witnessed the glorious curve of a butt cheek before Hawks rushed into the water splashing him a bit.

“Careful, there,” he grumbled, wiping the moisture from his face. Honestly, it could’ve been worse, even if he typically hated that line of thinking.

“Ah, sorry! I was cold,” said Hawks, still smiling and blushing, though that was probably due to the temperature of the bath. Maybe. “But this feels great. Do you remember what minerals are in this one, Endeavor-san?”

Propping his arm back on an open part of the ledge, Enji shook his head. The motion reminded him he was drunk and he sighed, ordering himself to keep his mouth shut. Silence followed and it was comfortable, sounds of water sloshing and wind rustling leaves gently accenting the peaceful moment.

“You know,” started Hawks ultimately unable to keep quiet for too long, “this is the longest stretch of time I’ve seen you without your flames on. I guess it started back when we, um, when we did,” he gestured vaguely, “all that… stuff.”

Warning bells blared in the back of Enji’s mind but his body was already stirring at just the mention of that day. That infamous, spectacular day of debauchery that had awakened something in him he knew he’d never be able to turn off or ignore. But he really should ignore it. He glanced sideways at Hawks, stubbornly pointing his body away from him as much as possible, almost crossing his arms.

Perpetually undeterred, Hawks moved closer to him, a few sections of sandy bangs falling over his face in the humidity. “About that day,” he said much to Enji’s dismay, scooting even closer, practically in his personal space.

He had no idea what his face was doing, turning towards Hawks like he was magnetic north, focusing on his marginally nervous expression. Hawks hesitated long enough that he considered shaking the next statement out of him.

“It’s kinda silly, but,” he paused again, looking away and flushing deeper pink, “I was pretty bummed when the hickeys disappeared.”

Enji’s mind unhelpfully supplied that the statement wasn’t really about that day, but also stumbled around the assumption Hawks was implying he wanted more hickeys. God he was drunk. Was he reading too much into it?

“A bunch of people asked about them, by the way,” he said pushing his bangs back with a distant look. “I wonder if it showed up in any tabloids? I didn’t tell anyone though! I wouldn’t do that to you-”

“Do you want more?”

The question left his mouth like an automated response before his mind caught up with the meaning and Hawks’s eyes shot wide open. He spluttered out some nonsensical sounds, waving his hands and splashing more water. Enji grabbed one of his wrists to stop his flailing and the touch sent sparks flaring in his gut.

Hawks went rigidly still, eyes remaining wide for a few lingering seconds, but his eyelids soon dropped to their usual level. He pried Enji’s fingers off his wrist and brought his hand to his cheek. The skin was warm and damp under his palm as Hawks nuzzled into it with a quiet hum.

“Are you doing this to humor me?” he asked finally looking Enji in the eyes.

“What?” He snorted and slid his hand around the back of Hawks’s neck, reminiscing about the last time he’d done it. “Do I strike you as the type of person that humors anyone?”

“Good point but that’s not an answer.” Hawks stared pointedly at him, vaguely intense, sitting completely still while he waited.

“I’m not humoring you,” he murmured, tugging Hawks closer and pushing some errant strands of hair back. “I want this… I want you.”

There, he said it. The sake sure had loosened his tongue but he was glad for it, carefully observing the subtle shift in Hawks’s expression. It was almost like he was holding back, affected by the confession but hesitating, though his cheeks were still flushed, eyes decidedly glazed, mouth hanging open ever so slightly.

He was beautiful.

While the revelation was far from new it moved Enji enough that he pulled Hawks next to him, framing his face with his hands as they shifted towards each other. Hawks started tilting his head the instant Enji leaned forward and their lips slotted together perfectly, first few kisses amazingly chaste. He withdrew slightly, pleased that Hawks already looked dazed, then dove back in for more.

They came together much like they had before, enthusiastic and a little desperate. Groping under the water, he found one of Hawks’s thighs and hooked his hand in the bend of his knee, tugging him onto his lap. He slid down over Enji’s substantial thighs, bodies pressing together as they continued kissing. Everything was hot and fluid, hands sliding and grasping at slippery skin.

A dizzying mixture of gratification and yearning washed over Enji as he finally -finally - got his hands and mouth all over the object of his desire. He was hard within what he guessed was minutes, though everything felt like it was moving so much slower than normal. Kissing Hawks’s trapezius, he skirted a hand down to his lower back, locking Hawks in place as he grinded against him.

He stuttered out a sigh, pressing forward with a shiver and wrapping his arms around Enji’s neck. One hand made it into his hair as he tucked his chin over Hawks’s shoulder and watched his wings tremble. It was only then that he registered half the feathers were gone, likely inside so they wouldn’t get wet. Reaching up, he ran his fingers along the base of one, considered grabbing it.

A few purposeful grinds and a moan scattered any thought process Enji had been feebly attempting. Hawks was hard too, urgently rutting against him and sending his nerves singing. He panted near Enji’s ear and dug his nails into his back again, cock throbbing as it slid against his own.

“Do you have any idea,” started Hawks, voice low and breathless, “how many times I’ve jerked off thinking about you since that day?”

Enji cursed softly, biting down on the juncture of Hawks’s neck and shoulder, dick flexing in response to the confession. He had never heard such a thing from a partner before, and the mental image of Hawks pleasuring himself to fantasies of him or them sent his heart soaring on the coattails of his ego.

“How many times?” he asked, brain firing on only half its usual cylinders.

“Mmm, god-” Hawks rolled his hips and pulled back to kiss at his jaw and face. “I lost count, just… whenever I could, even locked myself in my office once cause I was too worked up to leave.”

“Should’ve called me.” Enji ran his fingers through damp hair, gripping it lightly and moving Hawks’s head so he could make eye contact. “I would’ve taken care of you.”

“I bet you would,” laughed Hawks, straining forward despite the hand in his hair. He winced when he didn’t budge then sighed in a way that sent heat slithering down Enji’s spine. “I didn’t want to bother you with my horny antics. You’d already done more than enough.”

“Bother me,” declared Enji, once again grateful for his loosened inhibitions. “Call, text, drop by… I don’t mind.”

When had that changed? The thought of Hawks randomly butting into his life would normally send him into a fit, but not anymore. Enji found himself looking forward to seeing him and it wasn’t just the sex that had spurred that inclination, though it certainly helped add a layer of incentive. Ignoring his baser needs for so long apparently hadn’t been the wisest decision.

“Are you gonna fuck me here?” asked Hawks with a cheeky tone.

That was when it dawned on him that they really shouldn’t be doing anything sexual in the bath. Sure it probably had a filtration system, but that wasn’t the point. Enji had an idea though before he banished them from the water. He curled his hands around Hawks’s hips and lifted him off his lap, ignoring the small, dissatisfied noise he made.

“Stand up,” he ordered, sliding a hand around and cupping a round buttock.

He held Hawks until he found solid footing, admiring the allover flush of his skin and tracking some water rivulets as they slid down his torso. Keeping one hand on the cheek he’d gripped simply because it fit so nicely into his palm, Enji took Hawks’s erection in his other hand and pumped it a few times. His thighs trembled a bit and Enji wondered if he was cold, glancing up at his face partially obscured by tendrils of hair.

Without much thought or warning, he leaned forward and licked up the underside of Hawks’s cock, drawing forth a gasp. Squeezing the cheek in his hand, he licked it once more before pausing at the tip and taking it into his mouth. It immediately flexed against his tongue and Enji gave a hum of approval before even realizing that must have felt amazing. Hawks’s hands came down onto his shoulders and his nails threatened to sink into flesh.

Pulling back, Enji sucked on the tip, then sank back down even further, testing depth. By the third try he made it all the way down to the dusting of hair at the root. It was easier relaxing his throat in his intoxicated state but he’d never really had issues with going deep before, body always willing to take more punishment than he expected.

“Oooh my god,” moaned Hawks above him, fingers slipping on his damp skin while he twitched his hips forward.

His only answer was to grab Hawks’s other ass cheek and focus on relaxing into an even rhythm. The sounds of soft moans and water sloshing mingled together, creating a comforting backdrop as Enji worked with determination, pouring his pent-up frustration into giving a decent blow job. Hawks was soon pulling on his hair as a warning, which of course he ignored.

“Hey, ah!” Hawks cried out and tried pulling away but was locked in place by a persistently strong grip. “I’m gonna come… h-hey-”

Closing his eyes, Enji kept going, swallowing reflexively around the cock that felt like it swelled against his tongue. Hawks called out to god and groaned before shoving in one last time and shooting hotly right down the back of his throat. Every part of him quivered in and around Enji, and he listened to his soft gasping moans spilling into the quiet country air, carefully cradling his firm buttocks.

After a moment Hawks hummed and slid out of his mouth, thighs shaking as he collapsed back into the water against Enji. He held Hawks as he rested his cheek on his chest and panted, shifting his weight and pressing into Enji’s neglected erection. Thrusting mindlessly against the friction, he sighed and groped at Hawks.

“Wow,” he breathed, lazily stroking Enji’s side. “You’re surprisingly good at that too. Didn’t spill a drop.”

He wanted to snap at Hawks to stop underestimating his skills but all that came out was a noncommittal noise. His mouth and throat were still a little numb, unique, salty taste of cum attempting to stir up some distant memories of his last blow job but thankfully falling short. Fingers curled around his dick and he jolted, groaning at the few weak but deliberate strokes.

“Fuck me here,” insisted Hawks, rearranging himself on Enji’s lap and kissing his neck.

“I can’t,” he said, voice rough and eyes nearly crossing as Hawks once again started stroking him under the water.

“Please, I want it.” Hawks kissed the underside of his jaw, cleverly twisting his wrist while finding a nipple and pinching it lightly. “Just… come inside me, it won’t make a mess. Or bend me over a rock, I don’t care, just please fuck me here.”

“I’ll hurt you.” It was the only argument Enji’s mind offered up, though it seemed like a pretty valid concern. In these situations, you could never have enough lube.

Abandoning all his efforts, Hawks gripped his face and kissed him, delving his tongue into Enji’s mouth and completely unbothered by the taste of himself apparently. His hands instinctively slid down to Hawks’s ass and he grabbed one of Enji’s wide wrists, guiding the hand between his cheeks. Taking the direction, and fully intending to prove it was a bad idea, Enji slipped his finger into that cleft then pressed inside of Hawks’s body.

The thick digit slid in with ease and he furrowed his brows in confusion, wiggling it slightly in the slick canal. He crammed another finger inside and it also slipped in easily. The angle wasn’t great but he moved them experimentally, getting distracted by Hawks’s moans and roaming hands.

“I got myself ready,” said Hawks humming when he hit a good spot. “I’m wet enough.”

Enji’s drunken mind took in the information with little judgment, honing in on the fact Hawks was currently in a safely penetrable state. It barely processed the bold act of Hawks prepping himself before he even knew Enji would fuck him, or the fact he apparently travelled with lube and god knew what else. He could think about that stuff later when most of his blood wasn’t concentrated in his aching dick.

Yanking his fingers free, he abruptly stood up taking Hawks with him. Even inebriated he didn’t want to defile the bath more than they already had, so he bent Hawks over the ledge and pressed himself against his back. His wings twitched, feathers tickling Enji’s skin as his erection wedged between the cheeks of that perky ass he’d grown to love. Hawks was whispering something he couldn’t make out, pushing back against him as he thrust forward just once, then pulled back and lined himself up. Enji watched intently as his swollen cock sank into Hawks slowly, rim straining around the girth.

When he bottomed out, Hawks gasped, hands slipping over the stone tile beneath him. He paused to collect himself, felt Hawks clench around his dick and sighed, tiny flame flitting across his eyebrow. Grabbing Hawks’s hips, he pulled out halfway then used all of his remaining self-control to push back in carefully, satisfied when he seemed sufficiently slick.

Anchoring himself on the cool stone beside Hawks, he started driving into him with purpose somehow still distantly mindful of the feedback he was getting. The sound of their skin slapping together echoed obscenely through the rock garden, mixing beautifully with Hawks’s moans and cries. It was music to Enji’s ears and he relocated a hand to pet approvingly at a wing. It fluttered under his fingers and the tremor ran down Hawks’s back next as he flattened more against the stone.

“Mmmm ah! Endeavor-san… you’re s-so big, god, you feel so good inside me, fuuuck, keep going, keep going,” babbled Hawks, trembling and pushing his hips back.

He kept talking and every word felt like it stoked an already substantial desire, swelling in Enji’s chest until he thought it would crack open and spill all over Hawks’s prone form. Time had absolutely no meaning in that moment, only the sensations and sounds they created filtering through the frenzied static of building pleasure. He wanted to touch Hawks everywhere at once, vaguely disappointed he couldn’t see his face but admiring the graceful curve of his back and vibrant crimson wings.

“So good, sooo good, ah!” Hawks cried out and gasped, fumbling a hand between his legs.

Enji followed the motion seconds later, wrapping his expansive grip over Hawks’s hand, impressed he was already hard again. It took him a few tries to get the dual rhythms coordinated but once he did, he was rewarded with a groan as Hawks tightened enticingly around his cock. The canal relaxed briefly only to clamp down again, pulling a groan out of him too. That pattern continued and Enji picked up the pace knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

A sharp cry startled him enough that he faltered in his next thrust, hands sliding to stabilize sinking hips, but he didn’t pause trusting Hawks would use the safeword if he needed him to stop. Hawks’s body trembled beneath him as he cried out again and again, let out a broken curse and squeezed around him harder than before, making his balls tighten in warning. He kept hammering into Hawks, high on more than his buzz, felt him loosen slightly and opened his mouth to warn him he was about to come.

The first syllable cut off on a strangled noise as Hawks gasped out a moan and clamped down around his cock on the first spasm of his orgasm. It felt absurdly good and Enji got a few more meaningful strokes in before he grinded to a halt, pawing at Hawks’s slick skin and shuddering wings as he emptied deep inside him. Flames slipped out from his jawline and shoulder and he could scarcely rein them back in, focus shattering on pleasure.

The orgasm tapered off and all he could hear was the rush of blood churning hotly through his veins, heart thundering so loudly he wondered if Hawks could hear it too. He shivered and folded his wings back in, canal still gently milking Enji and verging on overstimulation. Blinking away sweat that dripped into his eyes, he watched as Hawks slowly deflated onto the stone, wincing as he also slid free from his body.

Staring at Hawks half sprawled over the ledge, Enji reached down in a daze and grasped a butt cheek, pulling it aside with a thumb. He heard Hawks gasp and only then realized his hearing had returned. A thin line of cum leaked out of the puffy hole, trickling over Hawks’s admittedly pert balls. He ran a finger through it, considered pushing it back inside him.

“Endeavor-san…” said Hawks quietly, sounding every bit as fucked out as he looked. “I don’t think I can move.”

While that may not have been entirely true, it set Enji in motion, playing on the knee-jerk response most heroes had to any problem. Resolution was conditioned into them after all. First he grabbed a towel and hastily wiped up the fluids trickling out of Hawks, frowning when he hissed and swatted his hand away. He sighed and carefully pressed the towel against Hawks’s ass while he picked him up off the stone.

Not really knowing what to do with him once he got him partially upright, Enji resorted to tossing him over his shoulder. The only indication that Hawks was bothered by the action was when his wings jerked out and fluttered, obscuring Enji’s view for a moment. He patiently waited for them to settle before grabbing the other towel and wiping the rest of the cum off the stone. No way was he leaving that mess behind even blitzed.

Next came the arduous task of getting out of the bath without slipping, which he managed slowly as the buzz and postcoital bliss started mingling happily in his blood. He brought Hawks to the sauna shower and sat him down on the wooden bench while he fiddled with the detachable showerhead, checking the temperature of the water.

When he turned around he froze, struck by the dopey and affectionate look Hawks was giving him while he sat slumped against the wall. Nobody had ever looked at him like that and he had long given up hope that anyone ever would. Yet there he was, suddenly feeling like he was in over his head, hooking an arm around Hawks’s back and gently lifting him against his body.

He didn’t do the most thorough job cleaning either of them but felt like it was better than going to bed straight out of the bath. Hawks hissed again and seized his hand when he attempted cleaning his ass so he just sprayed it and hoped for the best.

After toweling themselves dry, Enji carried Hawks bridal style to the sleeping room. It wasn’t particularly significant considering heroes often carried people that way during their careers, and he was no different, but this time it felt decidedly more intimate.

Pulling back the covers, he laid Hawks down and moved away only to be halted by some clever feathers that wrapped around the front of his legs. He stumbled a bit but a few more stabilized him.

“Don’t you dare leave me to sleep alone after all that,” groused Hawks and that was probably the most cross he’d ever heard him. When he didn’t say anything for a moment Hawks sighed dramatically. “Please don’t make me explain why I need this right now, I’m too tired.”

Enji bit back the apology that tried bubbling up his throat and mutely climbed into the bed next to Hawks. He’d turned off most of the lights on their way in but the lanterns and moonlight filtered through the shoji doors, softly illuminating the room. The bed wasn’t very wide but they both fit on it comfortably enough. Hawks snuggled against him with a content sigh, closing his eyes.

He arranged himself more comfortably, sticking one arm under his pillow and draping the other loosely over Hawks’s body. Their legs tangled together under the covers much like they had the last time they’d slept together. It was almost new territory for him having a partner that wanted to cuddle with him after sex, or at all for that matter. Even his wife hadn’t liked sleeping anywhere near him, not that he truly faulted her for that. He knew he wasn’t a very likeable person.

Which made Hawks all the more baffling.

“Goodnight, Endeavor-san,” he mumbled, rubbing Enji’s chest lightly.

He only hummed in response, listening to Hawks’s breathing even out as he fell asleep. Absently rubbing his back around his wings, he once again noted Hawks was quiet while he slept. Watching him in that vulnerable and peaceful state did something to Enji’s shuttered heart, though he staunchly avoided giving that notion too much thought. Hope was dangerous and he didn’t deserve anything beyond casual trysts.

Despite that, he allowed himself to kiss Hawks’s damp fluffy hair before closing his eyes. Sleep came to him easily that night and for a change he didn’t dream of his family without him. Hawks’s gentle warmth and scent seeped into his subconscious, gracing him with something different.

Soft sand was beneath his toes and the seemingly limitless expanse of the ocean opened up before him. He’d always liked the beach though he didn’t get the chance to see it often. Breathing in the briny air, Enji sighed and felt tension drain from his body, ebbing with every hypnotic wave. A laugh sounded to his right and he felt fingers intertwine with his own. His eyes found their joined hands first then skirted up the arm to reveal Hawks smiling at him.

It wasn’t the normal, plastic smile that he put on for just about everyone. No, this one was soft and genuine, so sincere it nearly made Enji blush. Hawks tipped his sunglasses down over his sparkling amber eyes and tugged him forward.

“Come on, Enji-san,” he said voice brimming with fondness, rising on his toes to press a brief kiss to his cheek, “let’s go home.”

Chapter End Notes

> I've always wanted to write an onsen fic and I finally did it! :D I know you're not technically supposed to boink in the onsens but I just...wanted them to have some fun lol. They kept most of the fluids out of it so I'm proud of them. I'm still vibrating with excitement to explore these two and writing Enji POV was more fun than I expected~

> I hope you enjoyed it and thanks for reading! Come scream at me about endhawks on twitter @specterpeach!

## Chapter 2

Chapter Notes

> And the weekend continues~

> Warnings for this chapter: Implied/referenced past abuse, light bondage, light injuries (cuts on wrists - not self-inflicted), switching, heavier angst

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Enji woke to a softly illuminated room and a warm but empty bed. Part of him was significantly disappointed Hawks was gone but he reminded himself whatever they had wasn’t a relationship. He’d even fully intended to sleep on the other futon until Hawks demanded otherwise. It wasn’t a problem. He’d been waking up alone for as long as he could remember.

The miserable pang his heart gave expanded in his chest and he buried his face into the pillow with a grumble. His hand searched the cooling sheets and he rationalized Hawks probably hadn’t been gone that long. It was impressive he’d managed to slip out without waking him, but he must have needed the rest if he had been sleeping that deeply.

Or maybe Hawks made him feel safe and comfortable enough that he actually got decent rest.

He didn’t like entertaining thoughts like that but his brain often unhelpfully supplied them. Normally, they were easier to shrug off or dismiss but most of the ones involving Hawks stuck inside his head, rattling around and demanding attention. Which made him wonder why Hawks wasn’t with him at that moment demanding attention.

Shifting in bed and ignoring any annoying speculations, he drifted off to sleep again, jolting awake when the covers moved and a body slid against him and shivered. Hawks’s scent mingled with mellow lavender and flooded Enji’s foggy mind, stirring his body in a Pavlovian response he’d apparently acquired from their shared bathing experiences.

Hawks hummed and rubbed idly at his chest. He didn’t explain his absence but Enji figured he had probably cleaned himself up since he smelled like soap. Very familiar soap, actually. Drowsy and curious, he stuck his nose in Hawks’s hair and inhaled.

“You smell like my soaps, little bird,” he said, voice gravelly and cock filling out more at the realization.

“Yeah, I… uh- I liked the way they smelled so I bought some.” Hawks leaned forward and brushed his lips against Enji’s pectoral. “Also… they remind me of that day.”

That confession got him completely hard and he pushed forward blindly seeking friction, sighing when Hawks melded against him. He groped at pliant limbs, grinding their hips together as he slid a hand down to a firm buttock. Hawks gasped when he squeezed it and the following puff of hot air against his chest electrified his nerves, waking him better than any coffee could.

Before he could grope anymore, Hawks rolled him onto his back with surprising ease. He wondered if he used his feathers, blinking up at him as he spread his wings a bit and stared down at him with a hungry expression.

“I’m glad you’re not hung over, Endeavor-san,” he said, smile bordering on a smirk. “We don’t have a lot of time before breakfast. I should’ve figured slipping back into bed would get you worked up.”

“Then I guess you better do something about it,” shot back Enji, reaching for Hawks’s face. “Quickly,” he added, pulling him down.

“Mmm, my pleasure.” Hawks kissed him leisurely despite his declaration they were short on time, carefully hovering over his body.

“You’re not hard,” he said against his lips, though it was only a guess. At the very least, Hawks hadn’t been before they shifted.

After one more kiss, Hawks withdrew slightly. “I got off in the shower but trust me, I’d be hard in no time if I stayed pressed against your smokin’ hot bod.”

Enji groaned and Hawks laughed, wrapping his hand around his erection and stroking slowly. It was just enough pressure to feel good but not quite enough to satisfy. He thrusted up into the hand, a small, pitiful sound slipping from his mouth. Hawks’s eyes darkened when he heard it and he started pumping faster.

“God, you’re so big, like everywhere,” mumbled Hawks, looking down between them and licking his lips. His eyes snapped back up to Enji’s. “You know, I’m pretty sore today. This big, fat cock fucked me so good and hard I’m legitimately sore after only one round.”

He’d never really liked dirty talk but somehow hearing it from Hawks was hitting all the right buttons. His cock throbbed in Hawks’s hand as he slid it over the sensitive skin, suddenly adding the other to play with the tip. He tilted his head back and moaned as quietly as he could manage, giving into the sensations and rolling his hips up into each downward stroke.

“Too bad we can’t have a quickie,” said Hawks, working at a decent pace with one hand, while massaging the tip with the other. “I’m the undisputed master of the satisfying quickie.”

Through a haze of pleasure, Enji barked out an incredulous laugh. He had no idea what constituted a “satisfying quickie”, or what you had to do to master it, but he was willing to find out if Hawks was involved.

“Oh, don’t believe me? I’d be happy to prove it to you later.” Hawks let go of the tip and petted one of his thighs. “Okay, hold on, I’m gonna suck you off but not amazingly deep like you did. You can come in my mouth but don’t thrust into it.”

Enji raised his head, words dying on his lips when he witnessed Hawks dip down and take his cock into his mouth. He didn’t go down very far, continuing to stroke the rest of it. The heat of his mouth and velvety tongue combined with the efforts of his hands and erotic display of lips stretched around his girth. He gasped, hips twitching upwards, but felt soft feathers curl around them and hold him down.

Glancing up at him with a mischievous expression, Hawks hummed and the vibrations shot down his dick, eliciting a moan. His hand worked in firm strokes over the shaft as he sucked at a superficial amount at the end. Watching the lewd act had Enji close in record time. Hawks clearly knew what he was doing and that information made him a little jealous even if he had no right feeling that way in the first place.

Sliding fingers into Hawks’s hair and being deliberately gentle, he rubbed his scalp as another soft moan slipped out. Hawks glanced up at him once more and he saw something new spark in his eyes, ardent and complex, and that was all it took to tumble him over the edge.

He kept his eyes determinedly open while he came, fingers tightening in hair but not pulling, thighs trembling as he pulsed inside that clever, hot mouth. Watching Hawks stroke him through it and struggle at swallowing was a sight he firmly committed to memory. Hawks pulled back a moment later, coughing into his hand which soon transformed into a laugh as he raised his head.

“That was a lot!” he said, wiping his mouth then licking his palm. “I couldn’t get it all.”

Still catching his breath and slightly dazed, Enji took in the mess he had made. Cum was all over his softening cock, pooling a bit at the root, some even smeared on Hawks’s face. He wasn’t sure if he was more pent-up than he thought or Hawks was just that good of a partner. Either way, he wasn’t complaining if this was the outcome.

“I’ll try to do better next time,” said Hawks with a wink. He patted his thigh and slid off the bed. “Go get ready.”

Enji stared at the shoji doors for a long moment before convincing his body to move. His legs felt like jelly as he walked outside and rinsed off in the sauna shower, grabbing the yukata off the hook he’d put it on the previous night. After tugging it on, he fixed himself up in the half bath and left the room.

Hawks was ready, sitting at the table and smiling down at his phone. He stood when he saw him and attempted rushing them out the door, but something caught Enji’s eye. A stack of a couple deep blue yukatas with his flame symbol on them sat neatly folded on a counter. He stopped and vacantly stared at them until a realization struck him.

“Wait…” The gears shifted and clicked into place as he put his hand on the fabric. “This means… Yuki-san was here sometime last night?”

“Well, of course she was,” said Hawks with a slightly exasperated tone. “The table didn’t clear itself.”

His hand bunched up the fabric and he whipped it towards his body, face erupting in flames. “What if she heard us?! Or saw us?!”

Mind and heart racing, Enji dialed the flames back but kept them on to hide his unfortunate blush. They had been careless last night. Anyone could’ve seen or snuck around and taken pictures. His reputation was far from spotless but getting caught fucking the Number Two hero at a ryokan probably wouldn’t improve it.

“No, no, she and someone else cleaned up while I was getting ready for the bath.” Hawks waved dismissively, then untied Enji’s obi. He yanked it off and started tugging the yukata open. “I told them not to disturb us and only clean when we were out of the room. I was kind of distracted, though, so I didn’t notice them drop off your yukatas.”

“But we were so loud,” he argued, letting himself be undressed. The fact the staff hadn’t seen them at least calmed him down enough to extinguish his flames. “What if someone was sneaking around the garden…”

“Nobody was out there,” said Hawks gently prying the yukata from his hands and gesturing for him to put his arm through a sleeve. “I sent out some feathers to make sure. It’s okay, we were alone.”

Enji fell silent, satisfied with the answer and enjoying being dressed. Pulling the yukata closed over his chest, Hawks retrieved the matching obi and pressed it into his hand. The whole act was charmingly domestic and he felt a twinge of guilt that he hadn’t had many of these moments with his family. After he tied the obi, Hawks looked him over and nodded approvingly. He barely had his geta on when he was tugged out the door.

The breakfast kaiseki was elaborate and he wondered if it had been stepped-up for the promotional photos he knew were coming. Naturally, he was seated directly beside Hawks who was busy engaging in small talk with anyone that would listen. They hadn’t even touched their food when cameras started flashing and shots were staged.

He paid just enough attention to pose correctly, offering a decently intense expression as he usually did during photo shoots. His stern look was one of his selling points, and he hoped the extra warmth he felt didn’t make it to his face when he glanced at Hawks. Eventually, they were told to eat and act casual, which Hawks delighted in, finally turning his attention towards him.

Of course it was that exact moment that evoked some thoughts he’d shelved the previous night. At the worst possible time he suddenly remembered Hawks had lubed himself up and let him know in questionably subtle terms he was interested in continuing their fling, or whatever it was. Blushing while the cameras were still going off was absolutely unacceptable so he glanced away, picking up his tea and distracting himself with a few slow sips.

Hawks caught his eyes, searching them intently enough that he felt uncomfortable, then smirked almost imperceptibly as his own flashed with a knowing look. He laid a hand on Enji’s arm and turned to the person sitting on his other side.

“Endeavor-san has been a great roommate so far!” he said, far too easily. “He’s surprisingly considerate.”

Enji almost choked on his next sip of tea, clearing his throat into his fist and slamming the cup on the table. There was no stopping the blush creeping up his neck but he still desperately tried stamping it down. Maybe he should’ve been paying attention to the conversations Hawks was having after all.

“That’s wonderful!” responded the woman with a polite smile. “Will you both be going into the onsen today? I’m sure with your high stress work it would be beneficial for your health.”

“That’s a great idea.” Hawks squeezed his arm slightly and gave him a deceptively innocent look. “What do you say, Endeavor-san? Do you want to go into the onsen after this?”

The phrasing had to be intentional, almost exactly echoing his question from last night. The reaction it produced was immediate and Enji felt his cheeks finally heat up in earnest. He really wished he’d activated his flames for this, though he typically didn’t have them on his face while eating.

“We’d like to get a few shots of you both relaxing in our onsen,” said a woman Enji vaguely remembered was the co-owner, though they hadn’t been formally introduced. “If it’s not too much trouble we’d like to get some of you on the grounds as well.”

“I’d, uh, rather not be photographed in the onsen,” he said, hyper aware of Hawks’s hand still resting on his arm.

If they expected them to be properly nude in the baths, suggestive or downright indecent shots could be taken and sold off to any tabloid for a hefty sum of money. At least that was the excuse Enji told himself. Honestly, he was more afraid he would pop an ill-timed boner being so close to Hawks and photos of that would create quite a scandal.

“That’s fine. We respect your privacy.” The woman didn’t seem thrilled by the news but also didn’t fight it. She barked some orders to the photographer and crew. “Let’s do the grounds then and we can leave you to relax and enjoy the rest of your stay.”

Finally letting go of his arm and standing up, Hawks looked down at him and winked. He scowled in response and was hardly on his feet before they were getting hurried out of the room. This was why he typically hated promotional events. They rushed and they rushed, treating him more like an object than a person.

Hawks seemed content with the treatment, smiling and joking around as they were manipulated into artsy positions at various scenic spots. He wondered if it was truly his blithe nature at play, something deeper, or perhaps even superficial. Was it who he really was or was it an elaborately crafted mask? Enji was gripped with the realization that he wanted to know what made the little bird tick.

That thought lingered as they were posed for the last shot, him with flames framing his face and Hawks up in the air nearby. He couldn’t help but look at him, especially when his wings flapped, sending a crisp autumn breeze gusting around him. The sunlight shone through splayed feathers and haloed his wild hair in radiant gold.

He really was a stunning sight to behold and Enji could barely keep his eyes off him as they wrapped up.

They were walking back to their room when Hawks grabbed his arm and tugged him in a different direction. He let him lead the way without complaint, noticing the sign as they passed it. The public baths.

“Wait…” Enji drug his feet but only offered meager resistance. “What if-”

“Would you please relax already? That’s why we’re here, yeah?” he interjected, nonchalance tinted with annoyance.

Hawks dragged him through the doors, bending some feathers around his legs and shoving him when he stalled. He laughed as Enji spluttered out some curses, starting his routine of shooting off the bulk of his wings before stripping. Staring at Hawks with a carefully neutral expression that probably still bordered on a frown, he reluctantly started undressing.

“You’re acting oddly reserved about this,” noted Hawks as they stowed their clothes away into lockers. He left a majority of his feathers piled in baskets by a wall and turned towards Enji in all his naked glory, hand resting on a hip. “The Endeavor-san I know isn’t mild-tempered.”

“You don’t know me,” he shot back before thinking better of it. But it was the truth, wasn’t it? He got the feeling Hawks was a fan but that hardly constituted knowing him as a person.

Walking up to him with his usual, pleasant smile on his face, Enji was surprised to see the determined set of Hawks’s eyes, offering an interesting contrast to his otherwise open expression.

“Oh, I know enough,” he said, nudging him towards the showers, “and the rest I’ll find out.”

He sat down on the stool hard enough that he heard it creak under his weight. Hawks’s bold declaration to discover more about him was troubling. There were many aspects of himself and his past that weighed heavily on his mind and quite frankly made him out to be a monster. And maybe he was one, though that line of thought offered him no solutions. Whatever the case, he didn’t want Hawks finding out about those parts of him and thankfully that sobering distraction kept his mind off his baser instincts.

They cleaned up and walked into the bathing area, which was just as luxurious and serene as the rest of the resort. A few men lounged nearby but paid them no mind other than a glance. There was an indoor and open air bath and Enji impulsively chose the outdoor one because it was prettier. There were rocks, foliage, and intricately wrought lamps adorning their surroundings which helped calm his nerves. He always had been a sucker for good aesthetics.

Hawks had a good aesthetic about him, Enji thought as they slowly settled into the water. He was certain that was part of the reason he liked him but surely there was more to it than his appearance. Glancing at him sideways, he watched as Hawks sighed and moved his shortened wings up and out cautiously, droplets clinging to the tips of feathers. The scene was backdropped with a mound of tall, jagged stone, water flowing gently down its crevices.

Okay, so he definitely wasn’t denying a large portion of the attraction was physical. He didn’t place tons of emphasis on appearance in general but he still knew how to appreciate a beautiful person. In fact, he hated admitting to himself that he’d been a bit dazzled by Hawks the first time he saw him take flight. During their team up, when he had witnessed how powerful and capable he truly was, that feeling had inevitably edged into something suspiciously close to admiration.

“This place really is gorgeous,” said Hawks, looking around and sporting a broader yet softer smile. “I should go to more ryokans and onsens… definitely coming back to this one.”

Offering only a vague noise in response, he leaned an arm on a low rock. Closing his eyes, he felt the heat mingle comfortably with his own higher than average temperature, muscles gradually relaxing.

“You’re always welcome to join me, Endeavor-san,” said Hawks, voice dipping lower and practically caressing the syllables of his name. He moved closer and leaned towards him slightly. “Do you think we can come at the same time again? That was fantastic.”

Enji opened one eye, raising an eyebrow as his cock twitched with interest. Many retorts instantly flooded his mind, only slightly drowning out the irritation he felt at being toyed with in a public space. “Don’t rile me up here,” he settled on, making sure to be quiet.

“Why not? Nobody’s out here.” Hawks sidled up beside him and groped for his hand under the water, bringing it to his half-hard cock. “Besides, you already got me riled up and turnabout is fair play.”

“I did no such thing, so, no, it’s not fair play,” he argued, eyes now fully open and glaring down at Hawks. Despite his words he tentatively grasped his erection and squeezed, amused when Hawks’s face flushed deeper pink and his eyelids nearly fluttered shut.

“You realize you just killed your own argument,” said Hawks breathily, wrapping his hand around Enji’s and making him stroke with a firmer grip.

“Yeah, you tend to inspire that in me,” he said, unable to suppress his smirk.

“Good to know.” Hawks hummed and it almost transformed into a moan at the end. “Damn… I should’ve kept all my feathers on. Could’ve shielded us.”

“And here I thought you were an exhibitionist.”

Hawks laughed weakly, flush spreading to his ears and chest. “Maybe a little… I actually feel like I should apologize for being so incorrigibly horny.”

“Hmmm…” Enji glanced back into the building but the glare on the glass obscured his view of the inside. He slowed down his strokes, watching Hawks squirm for more friction. “Are you usually like this?”

Hawks tried speeding up his hand but failed, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Um, yes and no. I have like… cycles I guess, where I can’t get enough of it and then spells when I don’t really care as much. The doctors say I have strange hormones, whatever that means.”

“Interesting,” he said, though he was concerned Hawks didn’t know very much about his own unique biology. Either that or he was intentionally withholding the information, which of course was his right. He didn’t press the issue, happy he had a new Hawks fact and an arcane one at that.

“What about you? Is the great Endeavor-san always so virile with his partners?”

The question gave him pause in more ways than one. His hand stopped moving and he pulled away, receiving a disappointed whine as Hawks attempted tugging it back to no avail. His sexual history wasn’t all bad but it certainly wasn’t anywhere near good. It was convoluted and downright immoral if he took his wife into consideration, which he was finally starting to, tragically late.

The thoughts rushed and jumbled in his head, sobering and bleak, washing over him with the subtlety of a bucket of ice water. How appropriate. Hawks was staring at him with concern etched on his face, reaching out. He said something but Enji didn’t understand a single word of it. When he finally laid a hesitant hand on his arm it felt wrong.

What was he doing? He didn’t deserve this and he certainly shouldn’t be complicating his relationship with a fellow hero he’d grown to respect. The realization distressed him enough that flames slipped out along his jawline, but Hawks didn’t so much as flinch.

“Hey,” he said, petting Enji’s arm, “tell me what’s wrong.”

“I can’t do this.” It was the only thought that stood out clearly.

“Okay, no problem. Let’s go back to the room and talk about it.” Hawks moved away slightly and sighed. “Just… give me a minute or two to calm down.”

Enji nodded and looked away. He irrationally considered storming back to the room, packing up, and driving home. It was the old, knee-jerk type of thinking he usually fell back on but he forced himself to remain patiently still. If things were going to change, he needed new patterns of behavior. Besides, at the very least he owed Hawks an explanation, not that he had any idea what it would be.

Before he knew it, they were rinsed off, dressed, and back in the privacy of their room. He’d honestly been so distracted during the entire process he could barely recount it. Not a good sign. He stared blankly at the rock garden as Hawks got a few drinks out of the mini fridge. He set them down on the table and sat across from him, gazing wistfully out the open doors.

When they finally looked at each other, the melancholy resignation in Hawks’s eyes made Enji’s heart sink. If making Hawks smile made him happy, causing that expression made him feel absolutely miserable. Numbly, he wondered where this kind of compassion was when his family needed it. He didn’t say anything and the silence was filled with morose tension.

“I… I’m…” he started, then stopped, hands clenched into fists and temperature spiking incrementally. He sighed, not sure where to start, eyes fixed shamefully on the table.

“Endeavor-san, you don’t have to-”

“I don’t deserve this,” he interrupted, settling on blunt honesty as his eyes darted back up.

Hawks frowned and it was an odd look on him. He rationalized that he’d seen him frown before, but this one was different. He seemed angry and that was something he hadn’t truly witnessed before.

“Don’t talk like that,” he said, holding Enji’s eyes with an impressively even glare. “Why would you even think that?”

“Because…” He trailed off, still unable to verbally confess something as dark as the fact he had brutalized his family. “There’s things… things I’ve done in the past. Things I probably can’t fix but…”

“This isn’t about hero work, is it?” asked Hawks, voice thick with some emotion he couldn’t parse.

“No.” He looked down at his fists resting on his knees, knuckles ash white. “It’s about my family. I wasn’t good to them. I… focused on the wrong things and they suffered greatly because of it. Until I atone for what I’ve done, I don’t deserve anything like what we have.”

“And what do we have?”

Hawks’s voice suddenly sounded too wet, drawing Enji’s gaze back with startling speed. Tears were gathering in his eyes and spilling down his cheeks even as he sat stock-still. He sniffed and blinked, lip trembling slightly. It was a devastating sight and he wanted nothing more than to rush over the table if he had to and comfort Hawks. It was utterly confusing since crying usually didn’t evoke much of a response out of him save morbid curiosity or irritation.

“What do we have?” he parroted dumbly, distracted by the tears that kept running down Hawks’s face and disturbed by how little his expression reflected his apparent sadness.

“Do you even know?” Hawks scrubbed at his face with his sleeve. “Or was I not worth the consideration? Did you even think about it?”

“I did!” He hit the table with a fist to emphasize his point, hating the way Hawks flinched when he did it. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it- about you.”

Eyes once again shooting wide open, Hawks stared back at him stunned.

“How can I possibly atone for anything with you plaguing my mind?” Enji covered his face, sighed into his hand and ran it into his hair, tugging until it hurt.

“You thought about me?” he asked quietly.

“Of course I did,” he said looking back at Hawks, concerned he was still crying. If one thing was for sure, he was good at making people do that. “Ever since that day, I really haven’t stopped.”

“But you want to stop… this.” Hawks gestured between them, sniffled and gasped like verbalizing it physically hurt him.

“I don’t,” he said because it was the truth and hope crept into Hawks’s expression, making the next words hard to force out, “but I think I should.”

Hawks nodded, lip trembling again as his face finally collapsed under his grief. He covered it and sobbed openly into his hands, leaning over the table. Watching that raw emotional display made his chest feel heavy and he groped at it absently, body practically vibrating with the urge to rush over the table again. The longer Hawks cried, the more it compounded till he felt like he could scarcely draw in a decent breath.

“I-I’m sorry,” said Hawks lifting his head and letting his hands fall into his lap. His face was flushed pink, eyes rimmed in red, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “I c-can’t stop… I’m just-”

His next word cut off on a sob and he stuttered out another apology, clambering to his feet. Mumbling something about calming down, he rushed towards the sleeping room behind Enji. His arm shot out and grasped Hawks’s fleeing form before he even consciously decided to stop him. One firm tug brought Hawks tumbling down into his lap and he adjusted him clumsily as his wings thrashed, chest instantly lighter the second he had him comfortably embraced. He gave one weak shove before sagging against Enji and crying more, stray feathers floating to the floor around them.

“Shhhh,” he soothed, petting wild hair, rocking him and once again appreciating how nicely he fit in his arms. “I’m the one that should be sorry… for a lot of things.”

Hawks’s only response was a sniffle as he gripped his yukata. It sounded like his sobs had died down a bit at least. He continued rocking him gently as he pet his hair and back. The crying eventually stopped and Hawks’s shuddering breaths evened out.

“Hawks,” he said moving his hand down to a damp cheek. His head was tucked down so he couldn’t see his face and Enji briefly wondered if he had fallen asleep. “You okay?”

It was a dumb question but he felt the need to ask. Something desperate was nagging at his core, uncomfortable and dense, growing stronger with each passing second Hawks was in distress. His resolve was slipping but he couldn’t find it in him to care as long as Hawks felt better.

When he merely shook his head, Enji realized he would do just about anything to put a smile back on his face. The desperation cracked open in his chest, sickening mixture of anxiety and self-loathing spilling out. He hugged Hawks closer as panic surged through his veins, mind firing off rapid-fire solutions that all seemed terrible.

“I’m sorry,” he started, tone sounding foreign to his own ears, “I’m not good at this stuff… I don’t even know what’s going on between us. I didn’t think it even meant that much to you. My life- it’s such a mess right now and maybe it has been for a while. I need to fix it but I… I…”

Hawks finally looked up at him, curious and maybe a little worried. He couldn’t choke out the next set of words, that he didn’t want to mess things up with Hawks too. He’d probably already said too much. Taking in his appearance, face flushed and puffy, made him feel impossibly worse.

“I… have to go,” he said, dumping Hawks onto the tatami beside him and bolting to his feet.

“Ah! Wait-” Hawks reached out and grabbed his yukata so tightly it halted his escape.

“I’ll be back,” he promised, trying to shake free of the grip with little success. “I need some fresh air.”

After Hawks let go he made the mistake of glancing back as he headed towards the door and he looked like he was crying again, albeit quietly. It made fleeing even easier since he couldn’t think straight while Hawks cried. He still didn’t really understand why it was upsetting him so badly. He was young and attractive, and could probably have anyone he wanted.

So why was Hawks so hung up on him? And also why was he so hung up on Hawks?

Those questions and many more vexed him as he aimlessly strolled the resort grounds. He ignited the flames around his face which would hopefully keep anyone he encountered at a distance. Nobody attempted bothering him, though, and he appreciated the privacy. He had no idea how long he’d been walking around but the sun was moving across the sky, sinking towards the treeline. Checking his wrist out of habit, he was annoyed when he realized he wasn’t wearing a watch.

A familiar sight made him stop in his tracks. It was one of the locations they had posed at for the promotional shots. They had told them to stand near a tree then sit on rocks, all the while acting like they were having a lighthearted conversation. Hawks had teased him in a borderline inappropriate manner, probably hoping to elicit a blush. It had nearly worked too.

The solo shots were what really stood out in his memory, though. Hawks had been put amidst branches full of colorful leaves, and struck several artsy poses like he was used to it. He could hear the phantom sound of the shutter going off as he fixated on Hawks giving the camera a range of expressions from playful to smoldering.

He needed to get back to the room. His steps were so rushed he nearly ran, irrationally considering using Hellflame to get there faster. When he flung himself through the door, kicking off his geta, the room was empty and he promptly panicked. Had Hawks packed up and left while he was out brooding?

Checking the sitting room and bathroom turned up nothing, so he went outside and frantically looked around, chest tightening when it was also vacant. Then he glanced towards the sleeping room and saw one door was cracked open a sliver. He dashed over and jerked it open, witnessing a lump under the covers and deflating with relief.

“Hawks,” he said walking over to the side of the bed and peering down.

He didn’t stir and seemed to be asleep, blond tuft of hair and red wings peeking out from beneath the covers. Crouching down, he moved the fabric slightly and saw Hawks’s face serene in slumber, cheeks ruddy and delicate skin under his eyes inflamed. There was a troubling flutter in his chest at the sight and he left the room, intent on letting Hawks rest.

Finding his phone, Enji ordered some tea and set up a time for dinner to be delivered, including more alcohol. When the tea arrived he took it into the sitting room and set the tray between the zabutons. He opened the shoji doors and sat down, absently staring outside. It was quiet and peaceful, closer to what he had originally expected the stay would be like.

Eventually his eyes settled on the empty zabuton across from him and he frowned. He could easily imagine Hawks sitting there casually disrupting any attempt at meditation. Picking up a ceramic mug he noticed the other one sitting there and suddenly felt pathetically alone. He swallowed the tea around the lump in his throat, watching the shadows grow longer in the rock garden.

When he finished, he picked up the tray and went into the living room, nearly dropping it in surprise when he saw Hawks sitting at the table. He was hunched over, looking at his phone and rubbing an eye. Enji didn’t say anything, merely depositing the tray on a counter and sitting down across from him. Hawks glanced up and waved nonchalantly before returning to his phone.

Under different circumstances it would’ve been a normal interaction, but given their argument and lack of closure, the silence seemed awkward and tense. He truly felt at a loss for words as he stared at Hawks, who was basically ignoring him. It was already growing dark outside thanks to the shorter days so he busied himself by turning on a few lights. Dinner arrived shortly after and Hawks greeted Yuki-san and her helper cheerfully.

A petty part of him was upset that Hawks hadn’t spoken one word to him yet but had addressed the staff warmly. He knew on some level he probably deserved it but it didn’t help soothe his bruised ego. They set all the food out efficiently and Hawks caught Yuki-san’s attention, whispering something in her ear before she left. Jealousy simmered under his even-tempered facade and he struggled keeping his expression neutral.

“You’re scowling, Endeavor-san.”

“I’m not,” he argued and distracted himself with eating. While he did want to get drunk doing so on an empty stomach was never a good idea.

They made little smalltalk while they ate and that suited Enji just fine. He focused on the food and its quality, making up for being generally unable to the previous night. Eventually, the sake started flowing but the toast was politely generic, furthering his mood’s downward spiral. It was just his luck that he would take something as amazing as what they shared and screw it up by the second round.

A comfortable buzz had settled in by the time the table was cleared save a few sweets. Yuki-san set down a kettle, glasses, and bottle of something before leaving. He picked it up and squinted at the label, unfamiliar with the name. Hawks gave a short laugh, possibly at his confusion, and plucked the bottle from his hand, arranging the two cups in front of him.

“This is otsushu shochu,” he said with a fond tone. “I’m actually surprised they had any here.”

He watched as Hawks poured a bit of hot water into each glass then opened the bottle and added a generous amount into the water. Of course he’d heard of shochu before but really wasn’t all that well versed on alcohol. He’d only ever drank whisky the oyuwari way.

Hawks slid one glass towards him. “My grandpa drank it this way.” He curled his hands around the warm cup and lifted it to his face, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply with a small smile.

It was such an intimate moment that he sat stunned, watching as Hawks took a tentative sip and sighed, grin spreading wider across his face.

“Try it,” he urged, sliding the glass even closer towards Enji.

Lifting it before Hawks accidentally slid it into his lap, he was hit with its fragrant aroma first. He sipped it boldly since hot liquids didn’t affect him much, enjoying its sweet and mellow taste.

“It’s good, right?” said Hawks looking at him expectantly.

“It’s good,” he confirmed, unable to keep the resulting smile off his own face.

Apparently pleased with his response, Hawks beamed back a painfully genuine smile. Gratification immediately flooded him at the sight, filling him with cautious optimism. Hawks kept drinking and grinning, uncommonly content with the silence and cheeks flushing from alcohol instead of grief.

“That’s a new look for you,” he said, resting his head on his upturned hand.

“Really?” Enji leaned against the back of the chair like the minimal distance would somehow help shield any weird expression he wore. The slight action made him dizzy and he wondered how drunk he was.

“Yeah… I don’t know how to describe it.” Hawks squinted his eyes and raised one bushy eyebrow. “Hmmm… open? Or maybe softer?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed, downing the rest of the drink in one gulp and slamming the cup on the table. He’d been doing that too much lately, but in this case it probably had more to do with his inebriated coordination than intention.

Hawks took it as an invitation to refill his glass and he gladly drank it. Chasing his worries away with alcohol seemed like the only thing that would get him through the night. He was halfway done with that glass when he realized it was still too quiet, to the point he could hear a few crickets chirping softly outside.

“Why aren’t you talking?”

His voice sounded harsh and demanding as it cut through the silence and Hawks’s eyes widened temporarily at it. He shifted and leaned both arms on the table, taking his sweet time responding while he gazed past the open shoji doors. After sipping his drink leisurely, he finally looked back towards him.

“I’m just relaxing. You should try it sometime.”

“Punk,” he said, smirking at the sly look he received.

Hawks’s expression fell a moment later. He sighed and fidgeted with his cup. “Drinking this reminds me of home. Not so much the place… but like my family,” he paused, “before they took me away.”

He straightened in his seat then leaned forward, mirroring Hawks’s posture. “Who took you away?”

“Who else?” he sang with a lopsided grin that didn’t reach his eyes. “The Public Safety Commission, of course. They trained me and gave me a better life.”

“By taking you away from your family.”

“Yeah…” Hawks’s smile faded. “My family wasn’t- isn’t that great.”

It was something Enji could relate to but he didn’t say so. Though he came from a privileged family his parents had been distant at best and harmful at worst. He had carved his way towards the top with little to no emotional support and plenty of rigid expectations. He’d often excused the behavior as traditional but reflecting back on it made him realize it was more along the lines of abusive.

“I didn’t mean to bring up a sore subject,” he muttered, taking another gulp of his drink.

“It’s fine.” Hawks waved his hand dismissively and swayed slightly. “Wow, I’m pretty drunk.”

“Me too,” he confessed but still finished the last of his drink anyway. He picked up a random piece of mochi and popped it into his mouth.

“Those any good?”

He absently nodded, swearing he heard a bit of an accent slip into Hawks’s voice. Picking one out at random, Enji offered it to him across the table. Instead of taking it from his hand Hawks grasped it, guiding it towards him. Swept up in the moment, he pushed it into his open mouth, sluggish nerves sparking to life when his fingers brushed soft lips.

Hawks hummed as he chewed, maintaining eye contact and still holding his hand. Seeking his lips again, Enji ran his thumb across the bottom one and watched intently as he pushed it between them. Hawks finally swallowed, tongue sliding over the callused skin of the digit.

His eyes darkened as he abruptly shoved everything out of the way and vaulted over the table. He startled at the sudden commotion, already shoving back and flinging his arms up in a conditioned response. But Hawks was fast, likely using his wings for extra speed, and he suddenly had a lapful of him. They tipped backwards and fell under the momentum, so he used it to roll them out of the chair. Hawks gasped and squirmed under him once he had him pinned to the floor.

“Do you pin villains like this?” asked Hawks, grinding up against him.

“Sometimes.” He grabbed Hawks’s arm and shoved it down onto the tatami when he attempted moving it, letting muscle memory guide him. “Gotta hold down the evasive ones.”

“That so?” Hawks glanced at his arm, some vague expression ghosting over his face. “Do you usually have a boner while doing it cause-”

Enji leaned down and smashed their lips together, swallowing his next word. He was pretty sure he didn’t want him completing that thought, and what better way to shut him up than shoving his tongue down his throat? His resolve didn’t stand a chance against Hawks anyway and he wasn’t remotely in the mood to restrain himself.

Humming and moaning into his mouth, Hawks kissed him back with urgency, straining against his body and grip. Somehow, he bucked him up slightly with his hips and Enji was spun onto his back. His vision spun past the point his body landed on the tatami and he saw feathers spread out and dominate his tilted world. He tried rising on his elbows as Hawks settled onto his lap, but his wrists came together and stuck to the floor above his head. He knew they were held with feathers and merely gave into the restraint.

“Huh, I thought you’d struggle more,” he said tugging Enji’s yukata open and exposing his chest. Splaying his fingers over his pectorals, he rubbed them with a vaguely devious expression. “So docile.”

He snorted and bowed his back, feeling the feathers hold fast. He was inebriated enough that being subdued didn’t bother him. Then again, if Hawks was doing it he probably wouldn’t have a problem with it even sober. Rubbing over both nipples, Hawks smiled sweetly as he tweaked them. The sensation shot straight to his dick, and he thrust up against him.

“Are they sensitive?” asked Hawks, grinding down against him while fondling his chest more. “God, you have such great tits… great everything, really. I want to fuck you right here, just like this. Bet you’d love it.”

Enji’s brain blew a couple fuses at that declaration and no counter arguments came to mind. He’d never let anyone penetrate him with anything other than a finger before, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t curious.

“Why do you always want to fuck right where we are?” It was the only question that stood out in his hazy mind since it was apparently a pattern.

“Because it’s passionate,” said Hawks, baring his teeth in an almost feral smile. “Raw desire, like you can’t control yourself. It really turns me on.”

It made sense and he huffed out a vague affirmation, watching Hawks kiss over his chest reverently. He stopped at a nipple and licked it before sucking on it like it was the last meal on Earth. It surprised him that even through dulled senses it felt so good. He tugged against the feathers until they started cutting into his skin.

Wiping his mouth and resting his chin in the valley of his chest, Hawks gazed up at him with an impish grin. “Hey, you’re pretty loose right now. Let me fuck you.”

“No,” he said automatically. He was definitely too drunk to care but some compulsory part of his mind still railed against it.

Hawks pouted but recovered quickly. “Okay, then let me finger you.”

“You’re… not going to take no for an answer, are you?” he asked, distantly worried.

“Of course I will,” said Hawks looking downright insulted. “I’m a perfect gentleman. Plus we have that safeword for a reason, right? Kiwi.”

“Apple,” corrected Enji now not so distantly worried. He wondered who the hell had raised him, or if he’d been left figuring out stuff like this largely on his own.

Hawks laughed. “Right, sorry. I’m blaming that one on the alcohol.” He sat up and started grinding leisurely in his lap, scattering his thoughts. “I promise it feels amazing.”

“M’sure it does,” he mumbled, struggling to think straight.

Hawks’s eyes lit up. “Is that a yes?”

“No! Don’t rush me,” he snapped. He hated being rushed.

Moving off his lap, Hawks sighed as he started tugging Enji’s underwear down. “If you’re saying that it means you’re considering it. Just let me try. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

“Wait-” He squirmed but that only helped Hawks get his underwear off faster.

A few feathers detached and floated into the sleeping room as well as slid the doors to the outside shut. He was actually pretty impressed Hawks was managing to multitask them while drunk. He held his hand out as the feathers brought the lube right to him, then failed to catch the bottle as it dropped.

“Oops,” he said, retrieving the bottle and flicking the cap open.

One of the feathers failed to reconnect with his wing and flew into the wall behind them, striking it with enough force to sink halfway in. Enji eyed him warily and considered torching the ones holding him down.

“Damn… oops again.” Hawks shrugged and shoved the chair and table away before crawling in-between his legs.

“Are you sure you can do this right now?” he asked, shifting nervously.

“Absolutely,” said Hawks pulling the yukata open over his thighs. “Just relax, I got this.”

Despite his better judgement practically screaming at him, Enji complied, taking a deep breath. It stuttered out on a moan as Hawks took his erection in hand and started pumping it slowly. His body did relax under the ministrations, and he closed his eyes, focusing on the warm hand stroking him. Hawks was babbling some praise but his mind filtered most of it out as nonsense, drifting on gentle waves of pleasure.

It felt like an eternity before a slick finger carefully pressed against his rim. He jolted at the touch and Hawks instantly shushed him while speeding up his strokes. It worked at distracting him enough to not lift off the floor when Hawks finally pushed the finger inside him. The feeling was just like he remembered, intrusive and strange but not painful. He started moving it almost immediately and the dual sensations bombarded him.

“Doing okay?”

Hawks’s voice cut through the inebriated haze swimming in his head and he nodded, squeezing his eyes shut on the next few searching motions. Another finger soon slid in beside the first and he groaned, hips twitching as Hawks worked. He only let go of Enji’s dick to add more lube and then kept stroking and fingering at an even pace, not too fast, not too slow.

“Mmm, that’s so hot,” he said curling his fingers slightly inside him. “You’re already squeezing around me. See? I knew you’d like it.”

He was pretty sure Hawks hit his prostate a moment later and that did make him lift off the floor, feathers cutting into his wrists again. When he slumped back against the tatami, he looked down past the lewd sprawl of his body and Hawks met his eyes with a mixture of surprise and delight.

“Found the happy button!” he sang, massaging the gland again and grinning like a fool when Enji gasped and shivered.

Opening his mouth to argue that was a stupid thing to call it, his words cut off on yet another gasp, then an embarrassingly loud moan. His body trembled, reacting to the stimulation whether he liked it or not and he could already feel his balls tightening.

“Now you’re really gripping my fingers hard.” Hawks sped up his strokes. “And you’re leaking so much, wow. Has anyone ever touched you here before?”

“Sh-shut up,” he stammered, another moan slipping out. He bit his lip, hoping it would keep him quiet.

“Go ahead, Endeavor-san,” purred Hawks and his voice once again felt like silk running across his skin, “come on my fingers. It’ll feel great, I promise.”

Everything finally collided inside him, sensations of being drunk, restrained, penetrated, and stroked culminating into euphoria. He relinquished to it as it washed over him in waves, punching cries and groans from some place he didn’t even know existed. Dark spots danced in his peripheral vision as he stared up at the ceiling, shuddering while the pleasure waned much too soon. He finally glanced down past his heaving chest when he heard Hawks make a pleased noise.

“Lovely, just beautiful,” he said, stroking a thigh then running the hand up his abdomen.

Enji twitched and bit back a whine when he realized Hawks was gently caressing one of the scars he’d gotten during the High-End battle. Stupidly, he thought it felt even more intimate than having Hawks’s fingers jammed up his ass. Which were still inside him, he noticed a second later.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said, tone low as he pulled his fingers free.

He watched Hawks withdraw and rise up on his knees. Maintaining eye contact, he pulled the obi off slowly and the yukata fell open revealing the obscene bulge in his boxer briefs. Enji would’ve called him a drama queen if he wasn’t so captivated by the sight of him looking uncommonly predatory.

Making a show of palming himself through the boxers, he tugged them down just enough to free his cock and grabbed the lube again. He sloppily applied it, stroking his erection and moaning while running a hand up his chest. If Enji’s eyes weren’t so glued to the spectacle he would’ve rolled them out of habit.

Hawks dropped back between his legs and pushed them open more, glancing up at him and offering a brief smile. Enji couldn’t see what he was doing but he felt the tip of his cock press against his hole and pause. Maybe it was a consideration, giving him enough time to protest, but honestly he was unexpectedly curious what it would feel like. Hawks obliged that curiosity a second later, sliding into his body in one smooth motion.

It punched a stunted cry from him and he squirmed under the bizarre sensation, immediately regretting it as it seemed to stretch him wider open. Hawks gasped, wrapping his arms around Enji’s thighs and holding him still. He tossed him one quick look before his eyes locked onto where they were connected.

“Wow,” he breathed, pulling out halfway then pushing back in with a sigh. “You feel amazing.”

His next few thrusts were careful, which was kind of ridiculous considering he’d initially pushed in so fast, and Enji let his head fall back onto the floor. He stared at the ceiling, focusing on the pressure and slight burn, wondering if it would start feeling better soon. Then without warning, like his patience snapped, Hawks picked up the pace. A few startled sounds slipped from his mouth but he bit his tongue to keep the rest in, tugging against those damn feathers again.

The burn morphed into pleasure as Hawks hammered into him with strong and steady strokes. His yukata bunched up, sliding against the tatami as he jolted with every thrust. There was no way he was getting hard again so soon but his cock did twitch with interest when Hawks hit a good spot.

“Ooh?” Hawks tried a few subtly different angles before hitting the right one again. “There we go. Mmm I’m not gonna last long if you keep squeezing me like that… and god, you’re so hot. Like… physically, though aesthetically too, of course.”

As the sensations started climbing, Enji distantly wondered how Hawks could babble so much during sex. His back bowed and his thighs trembled, wrists aching and hands tingling with numbness. He almost asked Hawks to free them but his mouth betrayed him, only producing cries and moans.

“That’s so fucking hot,” he said, voice finally straining with effort when he pushed one of Enji’s thighs back and got better leverage.

Hawks kept stuttering out praise and it all sank into him warmly, stoking his desire and ego more than he’d ever willingly admit. He cried out and turned his head towards one of his arms, attempting to hide his face as the pleasure suddenly peaked. His body tensed on the first spasm and Hawks gasped.

Everything narrowed down to the scorching bliss running through him in waves. It radiated out and he chased that dizzying high, flames slipping out and wrists coming free. He blindly groped for Hawks, found his sweat slicked skin just in time for him to thrust one last time and halt on a groan.

He said his name while he climaxed, low and desperate, last syllable catching on a moan and it was honestly one of the best things Enji had ever heard. Head and vision swimming, he tugged Hawks against his heaving chest, revelling in the contact as he felt him twitch deep inside him. It was a strange but welcome feeling, he was surprised to discover.

“Ah… you burned my feathers,” said Hawks with a laugh, propping his head on Enji’s chest again. He shuddered and it rippled through his wings. “Okay, pulling out now.”

Enji had barely processed the words when Hawks withdrew slightly and slid free from his body. The loss of contact felt tragic in his drunken state, though he wasn’t sure alcohol was entirely to blame.

Sitting up between Enji’s thighs, he looked around while pushing back stray bangs. “Wow… we made a mess.”

He really didn’t care, but he rose up on his elbows anyway, squeezing his eyes shut as a wave of dizziness threatened to flatten him onto his back again. When he cracked them open the first thing he noticed was his soiled yukata, then the spilled drinks and sweets on the table, the toppled chair, the feather in the wall, and last, the cuts on his wrists.

“Does it hurt?” asked Hawks, stroking the shallow lacerations on one.

He wanted to say his ass hurt more but merely shook his head.

“That’s good.” He ran his hand over Enji’s abdomen. “Did you have a dry orgasm just now?”

When he finally remembered what that term meant, he felt his cheeks heating up and he considered letting his flames mask any embarrassment. “Maybe,” he said because honestly, he didn’t know for sure.

“Well, if you did, that’s amazing. Can you move?”

He nodded but Hawks still helped him get onto his feet, which nearly landed them on the table because his legs were annoyingly shaky. It struck him as absurd to the point he almost laughed. He’d fought countless villains with all varieties of quirks but one inebriated bottoming session somehow made him weak in the knees. Hawks and alcohol were apparently a potent combination.

They only made it as far as the futon before he stumbled and sat down heavily on it with a wince. Hawks patiently stripped off his yukata, bundling it up and setting it aside before removing his own clothing. He wrangled the covers back and manipulated Enji down against a pillow, climbing in after him.

“No shower?” he muttered, feeling weary down to his bones. His arms curled around Hawks as he snuggled up against him.

“I don’t think either of us have the coordination necessary for that right now.”

Enji almost said that Hawks sounded pretty sober, but really how could he be? It didn’t matter, either way. What mattered was that Hawks was warm and pressed up against him, safely in his embrace. That knowledge lodged itself firmly into his bliss addled brain and he sighed quietly, letting the last of his tension drift away.

Hawks rubbed his chest again and that was all it took to soothe him straight into a coma-like slumber.

When he woke later, squinting at the offending sunlight driving daggers into his eyes, he was alone. Again. It struck him as a tragic recurring theme that sat in stark contrast to their first experience. He sat up with a groan, nauseated and head pounding. Glancing at the floor, he saw that Hawks’s suitcase was gone.

“No-” The word slipped out unbidden as he threw the covers back and jumped off the futon. His head spun and threatened to split but he pushed onwards into the living room, naked as the day he was born.

It was empty too. He rushed towards the counter and tugged on his other yukata, fully intending to search the entire suite. A piece of paper on the table caught his eye and he snatched it up so fast it nearly crumpled in his hand.

I’m sorry.

Good luck with everything.

- Number Two

He read the scrawled handwriting three times before stumbling back a few steps and falling onto his ass hard. A dull pain flared in it, joining the rhythmic throbbing in his head. Looking to his right he saw the scorch marks in the tatami where he’d burned Hawks’s feathers, and small stray ones littered the room, a clear indicator of his haste.

Even though he knew being ditched was entirely his fault, he felt viscerally disappointed. It sat in his stomach and churned, making him wonder if he would throw up. Anger sparked for a moment, but it faded like a hammer smack, devolving into melancholy instead. He stood up and chugged two bottles of water with some measure of difficulty before cum started leaking down his leg. He sighed and took a shower in a miserable daze.

The room looked rough so he cleaned a little then packed up, including the yukatas since one was in a sorry state. Numbly, he gathered every red feather he could find, safely tucking them away into his suitcase with the letter. He stared at the room for a while, unable to even muster a proper scowl while his body ached. Eventually, he tugged his sleeves down further over his wrists, turned, and left.

Upon checkout he gave them a hefty tip and informed them of the damages, telling them to contact his agency for repair costs. Figuring he didn’t have much to lose, he asked when Hawks had checked out. The same woman that had told him about the booking error said a staff member saw him take flight shortly after sunrise and figured it was a hero emergency.

It was just as he suspected and he doubted there was any emergency. After settling into his car, he took out his phone and impulsively called Hawks. It predictably went to voicemail. He tried one more time with the same result before giving up and driving home.

Random memories of the weekend haunted him as he drove, but one in particular really stung. He could still recall the dream of them at the beach in vivid detail, down to how the light had filtered through Hawks’s eyelashes. It had felt so warm and so real but he knew it was just the manifestation of selfish desires. His chest ached around the weight of that realization and he told himself this was for the best.

There was no other choice. He would smother his disappointment, make amends where he could, take care of his family, and secretly hope for a glimpse of red wings and an easy smile.

Chapter End Notes

> Poor Enji ;;;; I hardly ever end fics like this so I'm feeling nervous about it! But I also can't resist the sweet angst these two inspire. This would be the part of the timeline where Enji had started his deeper reflections, so I felt compelled to explore that. Writing Hawks as more dominant and sassy was delightful too~

> The next part of this series is planned and more lighthearted so please look forward to that! Thank you for reading and feel free to scream at me about these nerds on twitter @specterpeach!

## Afterword

Please drop by the Archive and comment to let the creator know if you enjoyed their work!