## Preface

Stress relief
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/23839423.

Rating:
  Explicit
Archive Warning:
  No Archive Warnings Apply
Category:
  M/M
Fandom:
  僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Relationship:
  Dabi | Todoroki Touya/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters:
  Takami Keigo | Hawks, Dabi | Todoroki Touya
Additional Tags:
  Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Dabi's having a bad day, He needs a stress relief, Smut, Wing Kink, Fred Flinstone's treatment, The thirst is real, DabiHawks Week 2020, Pigeon Verse
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 6 of DabiHawks Week 2020, Part 8 of Pigeon Verse
Stats:
  Published: 2020-04-25 Words: 2,249 Chapters: 1/1

# Stress relief

by CrazyClara, EloFromMars

Summary

> Dabi is having a shit day. Like the kind of day where you wished you could have stay in bed. Good thing he has a willing bird to help him out.

> DabiHawks Week 2020

Notes

> SO DAY 5 (late) (shush): something badass/hot. Obviously, Clara and I went for something hot :3c

> Hope you'll enjoy!!

> Big thanks to my Rosie for the betaing!

See the end of the work for more notes

## Stress relief

Re-Destro is an Ass™ and Shigaraki is no better. Fucking asshole assigning him to fucking “Violet” Squad with motherfucking Ice Prick Geten of all people? Seriously? A month ago they were throwing hands at each other, threatening to kill each other in the most painful way. This morning, again, they were yelling insults at each other in the hallway, blue flames and crackling ice about to go wild. If it wasn’t for Twice and Spinner’s intervention, they would have recreated the Deika bullshit before lunch.

So yeah, Dabi is pissed beyond reason and it’s not even mid-afternoon.

[Dabi] Where the fuck are you?

[Nuggets McNuggeton] Well, hello sunshine. I’m fine, thank you for asking. How are you?

[Dabi] I’m not in the mood for your bs. You home?

[Nuggets McNuggeton] No. you know i still have a job, right?

[Dabi] Idgaf.

[Nuggets McNuggeton] damn, did geten spit in your soba again?

[Dabi] dont say that asshole’s name.

[Nuggets McNuggeton] Okaaaay...I’ll be home later tonight, as usual.

[Dabi] can’t you just swing by HQ? I need stress relief. And by stress relief, i mean dicking you down until you can’t fly straight.

[Nuggets McNuggeton] you really know how to seduce me.

[Dabi] what? i need to woo you to stick my dick in your ass now?

[Nuggets McNuggeton] you’re such a jerk, istg. I’ll try to get home early, okay? Try not to murder anyone in the meantime.

[Dabi] fucking fine.

[Dabi] And no promises.

Dabi angrily shoves his phone in his pocket, fuming as he stomps through the corridors. He can’t even count on his stupid bird to unwind. He slams the door of the meeting room open, startling Twice and Compress in the process.

Shigaraki raises an unimpressed eyebrow. “How nice of you to join us.”

“Fuck off. What’s this useless meeting about? This morning wasn’t enough?”

“If you had read the memo I sent you, you’d know.”

Dabi slumps on a chair. “Do I really look like I would read your stupid memo?”

Toga cackles behind her hand and Shigaraki sighs. “I suppose not.”

Two fucking hours later, Dabi is about to burst into flames. He didn’t sign in for this when he joined the dark side. Why the fuck Shigaraki thinks he would care about a lame-ass budget? Dabi never had enough money to plan further than the next day. Even now that he has free-pass on Hawks’ credit card, he doesn’t care about his expenses. The hero is loaded, Dabi is just buying whatever pleases him. A better villain would have probably emptied the number 2’s bank account, to finance the cause, all that bullshit; but Dabi would rather keep it for himself, like the selfish bastard he is.

“Let’s call it a day,” Skeptic announces, glancing wearily through his bangs toward Dabi. Finally, someone understood that the air simmering around him was not a joke.

“Fucking thank you.” Dabi doesn’t waste a minute. He leaves the meeting room before anyone else has the chance to move a toe. The doc doesn’t argue when he asks for a portal. He just wants to get out of this place.

The portal leaves him way too far from Hawks’ place. Can something just go right for once in this fucking day or what? He’s not asking for much, seriously! He wants to get home (yes, home, fuck you very much), drag Hawks to the bedroom, and bury his cock inside that tight ass.

After twenty unnecessary minutes of fuming walking, Dabi finally arrives where he wants to be. He fumbles with his keys, hearing Pigeon’s mewls behind the door. “Yes, yes, I’m here, munchkin,” he grumbles.

He can hear Hawks talking in the kitchen, and stomps directly over. “Later, Pigeon,” he mumbles as the cat yells at him, outraged by the lack of attention. Dabi has an itch to scratch, like right now.

The hero is on the phone, only wearing a pair of shorts, sipping on a bottle of beer without a care in the world.

“Yes, I get it Endeavor-san, I’ll send it to you by email later on.”

Dabi doesn’t try to stop his groan at the mention of that name. Hawks gestures to remain quiet, keeping his conversation going.

As if Dabi was in the mood to wait because of that fucking asshole, of all people. Hawks’ eyes widen as Dabi comes closer and he lets out an undignified squawk when Dabi picks him up and throws him over his shoulder.

“No, I’m fine, sorry, Endeavor-san. The cat just tried to climb my leg. Can I call you back later?”

Dabi growls as a wing smacks his face. He can’t hear the words of his father but he picks up the tone, and it’s enough to rail him up even more.

“Fucking caveman, put me down!” Hawks growls. He squirms to try to escape. “The hell is wrong with you, today?”

Dabi opens the bedroom door with a kick and throws Hawks on the bed. The bird yelps and flaps his wings, a miffed pout twisting his lips. Dabi drops his coat on the floor, ignoring the muffled clunk as his arm-bracers hit the carpet. His shirt joins it in the blink of an eye and he’s on Hawks without warning, ravaging his mouth with a heated kiss.

Hawks groans against his lips. His clawed fingers find Dabi’s hair and pull on the raven strands without mercy. It shoots a burst of pleasure straight to Dabi’s cock. Hawks wraps his legs around his waist, encasing him between strong thighs that honestly should be illegal. No wonder the bird flies around in baggy pants. His legs alone would incite a riot wherever he went.

Dabi leaves Hawks’ mouth to attack the tanned skin of his neck with open-mouth kisses and bites, making his way to the toned chest. Hawks pushes his heaving chest against Dabi’s mouth, his clever fingers guiding him exactly where he wants.

But Dabi is not in the mood to be bossed around. Not tonight. He reaches for the furnace simmering under his skin, and Hawks’ shorts are turned into ashes in the blink of an eye.

The blond curses loudly but Dabi shuts him up with another kiss. His heated hands trail along the muscles of Hawks’ thighs, not burning but hot enough to be uncomfortable. Dabi loves the way Hawks squirms under his touch without trying to escape it for real. His cock is already half-hard and the sight of it twitching with every burning touch is fueling Dabi’s own desire.

Hawks’ perfect body arches when Dabi skims his inner thighs, raking his nails on the smooth skin, following the faded line of a nasty scar. His hands rise up to the trimmed waist again and with a smooth movement, he flips the hero on his belly, recoiling just in time to avoid being slapped by a flurry of red feathers.

He presses his filling cock against Hawks’ ass and leans forward. “Get me the lube, Birdie.”

“Lazy fucker.” Hawks grinds against him and sends a bunch of feathers to pick up the bottle on the nightstand.

“You’d rather go dry, shithead?” Dabi growls, snatching the container. “I don’t mind.”

“No thank you. I don’t want your stupid cock in my ass without lube.”

Dabi chuckles, his hand leaving Hawks’ waist to fumble with his zippers. “Doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on you, little bird.”

Hawks’ wings relax on his back and he looks above his shoulder. “Given the Fred Flinstone treatment, I could have guessed, yeah.”

Dabi frees his dick from the confines of his boxers and slathers it with lube, stroking it to full hardness and presses the tip against Hawks’ puckered hole.

“Hey hey hey, maybe a finger or two before you - oh f-fuck.” Hawks gasps for air, his talons ripping holes in the comforter as Dabi pushes into the tight heat. The hero spreads his legs wider to try to accommodate Dabi’s girth. The first piercing catches on the stretched rim and Hawks cries out, wings flapping widly.

Dabi grabs them, fingers buried in the red feathers. The second barbell passes Hawks’ entrance and a full body shudder runs along the blond’s spine and through the wings. He collapses on his forearms by the third piercing and a wrecked sound escapes him when the fourth is buried inside him.

Dabi bottoms out with a growl, eyes tightly shut as he relishes in the silky walls hugging his cock in all the right places.

“Fuck. You feel so good.”

The only answer he gets is a muffled whine and a roll of hips. Dabi pulls back and thrusts forward again, without holding back this time. He sets a merciless pace, letting out of his frustration of the day as he ruts mindlessly into Hawks’ welcoming heat.

He holds the wings tightly, using them as levers to drive Hawks onto his cock, to bury himself always deeper. Hawks’ face is hidden in the comforter, all his body shaking under the fierce assault.

Dabi leaves the root of the right wing to grab a handful of blond locks and tugs on it. “Let me hear you sing, birdie.”

Hawks screams as Dabi hits the right spot. His free wing spreads and brushes against Dabi’s heated skin. “Fuck fuck fuck, Dabi yes, right there, right there.”

Dabi lets go of the hair to go back to the wing, unable to stay away from them for too long. He loves holding them, he loves to feel the feathers rustle under his touch, to look at them moving like red waves. Hawks’ is already unfairly sexy but the wings? Man. Dabi is pretty sure that Hawks has ruined him for any other partners at this point.

“You’re taking me so good, birdie. Look at you.” He rams harder into Hawks’ ass, the lewd sound of skin against skin fills the room, mixed with the loud thump of the headboard hitting the wall with every harsh thrust. The air starts simmering around them, small puffs of smoke escape the seams of his ravished skin and Dabi has to slow down just for a second to control his Quirk. He definitely doesn’t want to repeat the fire sprinkler incident again.

Hawks whines and pushes his hips back to coax Dabi to move again. Dabi leans forward to nuzzle the sweaty back. The new angle earns him a sharp cry and Hawks’ walls clench around his cock, swallowing him always more. “Fuck, you’re so eager.”

Hawks glares at him. “Fucking move or I swear to god, I’ll take what I want.”

Dabi chuckles, nibbling at the base of the wing. “Eager and bossy.”

“Dabi.” The frustrated growl is almost animal and it spurs Dabi’s desire as much as the sinful hips rolling against his pelvis. He picks up the pace again, resting a knee on the mattress for a better angle, nailing Hawks’ prostate with every thrust. The bird is singing again, the most delicious symphony to Dabi’s ears.

One of Hawks’ hand slips under him to grab his cock and stroke it in rhythm with Dabi’s moves.

Pleasure is running through Dabi’s veins, as hot as his Quirk. He keeps pounding into Hawks, his movements becoming erratic as he feels his climax approaching. His balls tighten and when Hawks clenches around him with a cry, Dabi’s vision goes white for a second. He moves for a bit longer, one, two, three slow thrusts before coming to a stop.

He stays there, buried deep in Hawks, trying to catch his breath. He releases the death grip he had on his wings, switching to gentle strokes to smooth the ruffled barbs. Hawks hums, content, and wriggles his hips to let go of Dabi’s soft cock. He folds his wings and collapses on his stomach with a grunt. “Fuck, you really didn’t go easy.”

Dabi faceplants on the bed, next to Hawks, body like goo but his mind finally quiet. Sharp talons find Dabi’s scalp and Dabi melts a bit more under the soothing touch.

Hawks presses a kiss on his sweaty temple, the gesture so tender it pulls at Dabi’s heartstrings. “Feeling better?”

Dabi groans and his hand finds a folded wing. He tugs on it gently and Hawks gets the message. He rolls on his side and spread the red appendage to cover Dabi’s frame like a blanket.

“For someone who doesn’t do bird fucking, you definitely have a serious wing kink.”

“Shut up, I don’t,” Dabi grumbles, curling under the protective feathers.

“Mmh, mmh, keep telling yourself that, hot stuff.”

The talons are back in his hair, scratching just the right way. The mattress dips next to Dabi, and an additional soft weight settles on the small of his back.

“But be reassured, you’re not the only one that has a wing kink. Pretty sure Pigeon has one too.”

“Don’t be mean to my daughter.”

Hawks snorts. “Just stating facts. I’m not complaining though.”

Dabi wraps an arm around Hawks’ waist and drags him closer. His fingers trail back up again until he finds his favorite spot, where the skin is covered with downy feathers, just around the root. Stroking them never fails to calm him down, something he does almost every night now. It helps him fall asleep, like a kid holding his favorite teddy bear. And sure enough, he’s out like a light in record time, shielded by a red wing, a black cat, and a warm body.

## Afterword

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