## Preface

The Hardest Part
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/24078370.

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/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters:
  Dabi (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks, Kurogiri (My Hero Academia), Sako Atsuhiro | Mr. Compress, Toga Himiko, Bubaigawara Jin | Twice, Shigaraki Tomura | Shimura Tenko, Iguchi Shuuichi | Spinner, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags:
  League of Villains as Family (My Hero Academia), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Pining, Hand Jobs, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Semi-Marital Sex, Light Angst, Banter, Life With Baby, Attempt at Humor
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 3 of Tales of Little Tsubasa
Stats:
  Published: 2020-05-08 Words: 8,530 Chapters: 1/1

# The Hardest Part

by minatsukinoamayo

Summary

> Being a young father was hard in many respects.

> The hardest part for Dabi was to have Hawks so close, but never having him close enough. Not like before Tsubasa was born.

> They're both lucky, that they have their little found family to rely on and to help them to find some time for themselves.

Notes

> This one shot is set in the universe I started together with Rubien. However, I wanted to write something sweet and smutty, so I wrote the story of how they get back to "business" after Tsubasa's birth. Have some bittersweet pining, fluff, sprinkled with LOV family feels.

> tw for alcohol consumption, sexual frustration and Dabi being touch-starved AND bad at expressing feelings

See the end of the work for more notes

## The Hardest Part

Tsubasa is a really cheerful and bright child. When he is awake, he is usually laughing and chirping happily, lighting up the room with the sheer happiness he radiates. The League basically adopts him right away. Sometimes they fight over who could hold or feed him. But no matter how well they take care of him, Hawks is always around, sharp watchful eyes on his son, making sure he is okay.

When Tsubasa cries, Hawks is always there, sometimes already reaching for his son even before the little one starts bawling. It amazes Dabi, how he knows what their son was up to, seemingly even before the little one knows it himself.

After a few weeks, they settle into a rhythm that grants them a sense of control in the craziness that is their daily life. While Hawks is all about Tsubasa, feeding him, taking care of his needs, making sure he’s safe and sound, Dabi tries his best to support his lover, calming both of them down when they cry, running errands, keeping away additional obligations by taking care of them before Hawks even heard about them.

Sometimes he is just content with watching them as they lie on the floor, playing together with Twice or Toga or Compress. Dabi loves watching them, seeing the people he cares about so happy and carefree, laughing and thinking about nothing but what is going on at the moment.

Time passes quickly with this rhythm, day after day they get up, feed Tsubasa, get ready for the day, spend the day with the others, eating, occasionally going out, hanging out on the couch, watching movies or playing games. Kurogiri makes most of their meals and if he can’t it’s either Dabi or Spinner. Sometimes they go to bed together with their son, exchanging a few little kisses and comforting embraces, before falling asleep. Since Tsubasa often wakes up at least once a night to demand to be fed, they rarely get a full night’s sleep, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary.

After 7 months, Tsubasa starts crawling. He keeps the whole League on their legs as he does, exploring their hideout with the curiosity that is unique to small children. It means they have to watch out more, but it also means he’s developing just fine. The little guy is just as alert and perceptive as the mother hen, as Dabi started to call Hawks, resulting in wild chases through the house every other day, wearing them out even more than those nights when they’re more up than asleep.

As things go, Dabi has hardly time to even think about much more than his little family. He’s happy about the few hours at night when he can hold his lover close while the little one is sound asleep. Sometimes he keeps himself awake with the thoughts he entertains, relishing Hawks’ sweet caramel smell or the soft brush of his feathers or the tender feeling of the skin on his stomach.

That is his personal part of their routine. Holding Hawks in his arms, sometimes peppering little kisses over his hair and neck, touching his soft skin and firm muscles where it peeks through loose clothes. When he gets bothered, he tries to keep his hips away for Hawks not to notice that he is getting worked up just by caressing his beloved. He tries to will himself down, but it hardly ever works, so he sneaks out of the bed to take care of his inconvenience by himself in the bathroom, biting his lips, so Hawks’ name wouldn’t slip over them. Sometimes Hawks wakes up at night and asks him what is wrong. Dabi usually offers him half of the truth, that he has been to the bathroom, and prepares for the day Hawks asks him to have his kidneys checked.

Dabi doesn’t bother him anymore, after the first few weeks and several scoldings, he had accepted that Hawks was about to see through what he had said on their first days. But as months pass, it gets harder for Dabi to restrain himself. As much as he enjoys the innocent cuddles they share as a family, he misses the intimacy he used to share with Hawks.

It’s in their 10th month when Dabi starts to have a hard time falling asleep again, even after his bathroom escapades. So, one rather chilly night, he pulls his turtleneck pullover over his head as he leaves the bathroom and heads to the kitchen. He’s surprised to find one of the small lamps turned on, casting a dim light on the hallway floor. He quietly enters, only to find Compress sitting on the side table, legs casually propped up on the table, skimming through some book while sipping on a glass of Gin.

When he notices Dabi, Compress quickly puts his legs down with a small “Oh!” and sits properly. Dabi watches him, blinking, but then only smirks and shakes his head. “Don’t worry, make yourself comfortable. The little one is upstairs.”

“I see. So, what’s keeping you up, fire daddy?” Compress asks jokingly, earning himself a befuddled frown over Dabi’s shoulder.

“Call me that again and I’ll show you fire,” Dabi growls without much bite. He retrieves some ice from the fridge, puts it in a glass and sits across from Compress, pouring himself some of the drink, too.

Compress watches him with raised eyebrows, not saying anything while Dabi downs his portion in one go.

“Wow…,” he comments after Dabi set his glass down.

Dabi gives him a sharp glance and reaches for the bottle again, hesitating only a moment to see if Compress would say anything. The other man just gives him an inviting wave of his hand in the direction of the bottle, so Dabi pours himself another glass, which he doesn’t drink that quickly. He nips a little at the brim of the glass, staring ahead into the air.

He feels Compress’ eyes on him, scrutinizing him without any judgment at all.

After a few moments of companionable silence, the other man breaks it. “Trouble in paradise?”

Dabi just rolls his eyes over the glass and clicks his tongue, not really answering. He sets the glass down and leans back, carefully rubbing over his heavy feeling lids.

“Come on, Dabs… Lay it onto me. I can see it eating at you,” Compress offers, but Dabi only growls.

Compress doesn’t ask again, but goes back to his book, while Dabi finishes his second glass without any word of explanation. The analog clock ticks on and on, the only noise filling the room between the rustling of turned pages and the clinking of ice on glass.

“I want to fuck,” Dabi eventually reveals in a low grumble, making Compress look up in surprise. The magician blinks, obviously trying to find a connection to anything.

“Well… Your turtledove is waiting upstairs, doesn’t he?” He answers, obviously confused.

Dabi looks up, hiding half of his face behind the remainder of his drink. When he realizes that Compress doesn’t get it, he sighs and ruffles his hair. “Nah… He doesn’t want to. Not with the kid there... “

He can see the understanding coming upon Compress, eyes growing wide and his mouth forming an o. “I see, I see.” He nods more often than necessary, obviously a bit flustered by the information. But then he chuckles and reaches for the bottle of Gin, pouring both of them another portion. “I get it too well.”

The fire user doesn’t respond, but looks at Compress, who obviously has a hard time himself talking about whatever he was about to bring up. He takes a sip of his drink and smacks his lips, before letting out a deep sigh.

“When Kurogiri was in prison, I seriously had a seriously bad case of bad blue balls, I thought I was going mad.”

Dabi cocks an eyebrow. He knows they had been sexually involved back then, but he is surprised to hear that they were committed like that back then.

“When he finally got out, we were at it like rabbits. Seriously, I’m surprised that you never called us out for it… I still respect the hell out of Jin, he never said a word, even though he had the room right next to us.”

He huffs at that. “Nah, Twice is not like that. He’s a good guy.”

Compress agrees with a wistful smile on his lips at the memory, and they fall silent for a while. Until he addresses Dabi again. “I guess it’s different for you though. I had no chance to see Kurogiri. Hawks is always around. Isn’t that rough.”

The little laughter coming from him sounds more like a bark than amused. “It’s driving me insane,” he answers more truthfully than he probably would have without the Gin.

The magician nods again, obviously in thought. “Have you talked about it?”

Dabi only clicks his tongue. “He said he doesn’t want to do it with the baby in the room… which I get. That’d be simply wrong.” With a groan he ruffles his hair again, slightly pulling at it. “On our first days, he said we wouldn’t have any sex until Tsubasa isn’t a baby anymore.“

Compress stares at him, blinking slowly.

“Usually… it’s when they’re about a year old that they’re not considered to be babies anymore,” Dabi supplies, resulting in Compress raising his eyebrows again and nodding.

“Wow…” The Magician replies, the compassion showing in his eyes. “That is quite a while…”

Dabi just rolls his eyes. “Yeah… Wow,” he deadpans. “I thought he was joking back then, but… This isn’t funny.”

Compress hums and glances at the clock on the wall. 3 am. It’s still about an hour until Tsubasa usually wakes up. The magician grins, reaches into his pocket and pulls out two cigarettes.

“Well, I can’t give you the kind of fun you want, but we could rebel a bit against our two mother hens, if you want to?”

Dabi can’t help the grin that spreads over his lips. Kurogiri and Hawks both are extremely strict on possible health hazards for the little one and banned indoor smoking completely. But the baby is upstairs and it’s still hours until anyone but them would be up, so he gets up to open the window, and they both lean over the still with their drinks in hand, staring at the clear, black sky.

Compress tells him a bit about the time when Kurogiri was away and when he came back. Dabi is glad that he doesn’t need to do much of the talking. It feels good to talk about adult topics again, for a change, not baby food and poop consistency. They leave the window open for some more, even after they finished their cigarettes, knowing very well that Kurogiri could probably smell it, no matter how much they aired the room.

Around half an hour later, Dabi goes back to his bedroom. He tries to be silent but finds it hard to not drag his feet. His head feels heavy and his vision is blurry, so he’s glad when he lies down next to Hawks’ curled up figure, scoots up to him and wraps his arms around him.

Hawks stirs and makes some protesting noises.

“Where have you been the whole time?” Hawks whispers. Dabi is late replying, the words take some time to get through his clouded mind. When Hawks turns around a bit and sniffs, he has to suppress a cough. “At the local distillery? You reek of alcohol and smoke. What the fuck?” Hawks hisses, angry even as he whispers.

Hawks pushes him off a bit and Dabi can very well imagine the deep and pissed off frown on Hawks’ face, even though he can’t see it, because he can’t bring himself to open his eyes again. Their bed is too warm and soft, and Hawks smells too good.

“‘Msorry…” He slurs. Hawks scoffs and pushes him further away with a hand in Dabi’s face. He groans quietly but knows he probably deserves it, so he just lets it happen and falls asleep soon enough anyway.

He doesn’t get much sleep anyway. Tsubasa croaks them awake about an hour later and Dabi knows he deserves the light punch against his back with which Hawks wakes him up. Dabi gets up to make breakfast for the little one but lies down again as soon as Hawks starts feeding him, unable to keep his eyes open.

He gets up later than usual, accepting the scolding he gets together with Compress from Hawks and Kurogiri for smoking indoors. Hawks is rightfully angry with him, so he tries to be docile while Hawks is more snarky than usual whenever he asks Dabi to do something for them. Even if he tries to make up for his fuckup, he still goes willingly with Spinner when he asks for some help with some business, hoping Hawks would calm down while he’s out.

Apparently, it works. Hawks isn’t throwing daggers with his eyes anymore when he comes back. Dabi is even a little bit surprised when Hawks gets up to greet him as he enters the living room. Tsubasa is lying with Toga on the ground, playing with some of his toys as Hawks leaves them to approach him. Dabi blinks in confusion at the sudden affection and attention when Hawks puts his arms around Dabi’s neck and pulls him in for a kiss.

He gasps in surprise but puts his hand on Hawks’ back to support him as he stands on his toes to reach Dabi’s lips. Breaking the kiss, Hawks smiles at him warmly and Dabi wonders about the sigh he himself lets out.

“Hey, hot stuff,” Hawks murmurs gently against his lips and Dabi hears his own breathing hitch at the nickname, as it was usually reserved for other occasions. He can’t do anything about the way it goes right to his groin, so he just tries to keep his hips away from Hawks as he always does at night.

He tries to smile, despite the confusing mixture of emotions and impressions, wiping one wild strand out of Hawks’ eyes with the hand that doesn’t rest on the smaller man’s back. “Hey…”

Hawks looks at him much warmer than this morning, and he knows he still has to apologize for his slip that night. “Listen, I’m sorry…” He starts but is cut short by a slender index finger on his lips.

“It’s okay,” Hawks says gently and presses another kiss against his fingers and then another one against his lips. “But… How about we get some time for ourselves tonight, mh?” Hawks’ voice drips with sweetness and it bewilders Dabi only more.

He frowns a little, his eyes shooting over to Tsubasa and Toga, then back to his lover. “What about the little feather ball?”

“Twice and Toga say they want to watch him tonight. Uncle and auntie time.” Dabi knows Hawks usually doesn’t trust them alone with Tsubasa, so it doesn’t surprise him when Hawks quickly adds in a hushed whisper, “They don’t know that Kurogiri and Compress will watch the three of them.”

The comment makes Dabi laugh a little. So he kisses Hawks again, before replying, “Sounds good.”

They don’t leave the living room without wishing Tsubasa a good evening. The small guy doesn’t seem to mind much, absolutely absorbed in a new toy Toga gave him. Dabi can tell that Hawks has a hard time letting go and he patiently waits in the doorway, smiling as he watches Hawks cuddle and kiss their child with chirps and coos. He is slightly surprised though when Hawks eventually lets go and exits the room, with another look over his shoulder to Tsubasa.

“God, that is so strange…” Hawks admits in the hallway and Dabi just wraps his arm around Hawks’ waist and pulls him close to his side to press a kiss against his hair. “How will we do that when he goes to kindergarten and all? How do you do that every day?”

Dabi laughs a bit. “I know he’s safe here, with you, with them.” Hawks looks up to him, golden eyes gleaming even in the dark of the hallway and Dabi wonders for a moment if whatever of a hero is left in his partner might have something to do with his fear of leaving Tsubasa with them.

But Hawks smiles returns to his lips as he nods. “Yeah, you’re right with that. I just guess it’s got something to do with my instincts.”

Dabi hums thoughtfully, wondering if he should feel more like that, too. Hawks tugs at his shirt, not letting his thoughts wander off too far. “Thank you, I know I will have to get used to being apart from him at times eventually.”

When they enter their bedroom, Dabi closes it and Hawks pulls him into a hug as soon as the door clicks shut. He looks down at the wild blond strands as Hawks hides his face against Dabi’s shoulder. Hawks sighs deeply when Dabi starts running his fingers through Hawks’ hair, scratching his scalp lightly.

“Still strange?” Dabi asks quietly.

“No,” Hawks murmurs, “it’s you. How would you be strange to me?”

Dabi doesn’t say anything to that, just kisses his hair again like he always does at night.

“‘m tired…” Hawks mumbles after another moment against the fabric of his shirt.

“Sorry for keeping you up tonight.” He bites his tongue not to add ‘or any other night’.

Hawks doesn’t say anything to that right away, but after a moment he looks up to Dabi, lids hanging halfway with drowsiness and Dabi can only smile, knowing too well what comes next. “Would you mind if I took a nap?”

Dabi smirks and instead of answering, he swipes Hawks off his feet. He immediately notices that Hawks has lost some weight, so it’s easy to carry him the few steps to the bed, where he lets him down. Hawks squeals but giggles and pulls at Dabi’s shirt to keep him down with him.

“Don’t you wanna nap with me?” He asks with a little pout.

“How about I prepare a bath while you rest?” Dabi counters smugly, knowing too well that Hawks wouldn’t be able to say no to that.

Hawks still pouts and the conflict shows in his face, when he eventually agrees, “But we’ll bathe together, right?”

Dabi ruffles his hair and brushes his hand all the way down to Hawks firm butt, squeezing it gently. “You bet.”

Hawks giggles and closes his eyes. “You’re horrible.”

“I’m horny.”

“That, too. Yes.” The blonde smiles as he closes his eyes. “Thank you, for everything. You’re a great father… and the best partner.”

Dabi doesn’t answer this, because he has no way to put the little warm quiver of his heart into words. He just kisses Hawks’ forehead.

Hawks falls asleep quicker than he can count down to three. A real mother hen, Dabi thinks with a little huff as he leaves as quiet as he can.

He runs a bath, making sure to put up some candles and to add Hawks’ favorite bath additive to the water, enjoying the thick, sweet smell rising from it. But just as his mind is about to picture all the things that could happen here later, a knock rips him out of those thoughts.

It’s Twice who wants to use the bathroom before he can’t for a longer period of time. Looking over Dabi’s shoulder, he grins. “Oh, that seems like you two will spend a romantic evening!” Before Dabi can blush, he yells, “FUCKING IN THE TUB, NICE!!”

Dabi spares him the groan, just like Twice has saved them too many comments which they would have deserved and leaves the room, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.

So he heads back to the bedroom, where Hawks was still deeply asleep. He sits down next to him and spends some time scrolling through his phone, giving Hawks some more time to nap. After a few minutes, Hawks shuffles closer and rests his head against Dabi’s thigh. Dabi just lets him be, waiting for the noises on the floor to die out.

Hawks wakes up by himself after only half an hour and Dabi feels almost a bit disappointed. Hawks blinks up to him, tiredly, then wraps his arm around Dabi’s waist. “Can’t we stay like this for the rest of the night?”

Dabi laughs a little and gently crawls over Hawks’ shoulder, caressing the space between his wings. He wonders for a moment if he has gotten it all wrong. He tries to keep the disappointment out of his voice when he answers, “That would be a waste of water. I prepared the bath.”

Hawks’ wings flap involuntarily at that, showing his excitement, even though the rest of his body is still heavy and sluggish from sleep. “Hm…. That sounds good… I haven’t had a bath in ages.”

Dabi chuckles. “Since Tsubasa’s born.”

Hawks tilts his head to look up at Dabi and something about that look is different. Not sluggish and tired at all. His eyes are still hooded, but they’re dark and glow a little. There’s a tint of red in them and Dabi knows he has set his eyes on something he wants.

He raises his eyebrows, looking at Hawks questioningly.

“It’s time then,” the former hero says, in a voice darker than it normally is.

Hawks gets up with a smile and stretches. Without much ado, he pulls his shirt over his head and now Dabi can see that he got a bit slimmer. His body is still defined and muscular, but he’s gotten less buff. He looks more fragile like this.

“You like what you see?” He asks cheekily as he reaches his hand out for Dabi.

Torn out of his stupor, Dabi smiles sheepishly and gets up, taking Hawks hand to guide it to his mouth, placing a kiss in his palm, then leaving a trail of kisses up his arm to his shoulder.

“No,” he whispers and feels Hawks shrink a bit under his touch.

“What?” The blond asks, sounding too unsure for Dabi’s liking.

He smirks and shoots a mischievous glance up to his lover as he bites into the skin of his shoulder.

“I love it.”

Hawks pouts and pushes him away with a hand in Dabi’s face. “Asshole.”

Dabi growls, playfully with a smirk and tries to bite at Hawks’ hand. The former hero squeals and runs off, but without using his quirk, because Dabi can catch him in front of the bathroom. He pulls his sillily giggling lover close by the waistband he caught and wraps his arms around him. Hawks’ wings spread as wide as the narrow hallway allows, but Dabi enjoys the sight anyway. Hawks still looks tired, but his laughter is light and full of joy.

Hawks turns around in his embrace and nibbles a little bit at his jawline, just to kiss a trail up his chin to his mouth. When Hawks smiles against his lips, Dabi realizes he’s smiling, too. It’s been a long time since he felt so light, so carefree.

A hand suddenly appears in front of his eyes and ruffles through his bangs and up his head. “You really are handsome, you know that?” Hawks asks, catching Dabi by surprise.

He blinks down to his lover with a questioning hum, but Hawks already reaches behind him and opens the bathroom door. Dabi stares into gleaming, red eyes and dilated pupils, sees the hunger in Hawks eyes. Honestly, it washes waves of relief over him, because it looks like Hawks has the same needs and cravings as him.

So he claims Hawks’ lips, not chastely at all, but full of want and need, biting down on his lips and then his tongue. He feels Hawks breathing hard through his nostrils, his breath sending little tickles over his skin. They tumble backwards through the door of the bathroom, not letting go for one split-second. Hawks tries to pull the shirt over Dabi’s head, just like Dabi tries to get rid of his sweatpants. It’s a matter of seconds and yet thousands of touches until the door is shut and they are undressed. The room is steamy, and the sweet smell lingers so heavily in the wafts of vapor.

Suddenly there seems to be a calm, when Hawks cups his face with both his hands and slows down their kissing until they break apart. Hawks’ golden hair shines beautifully in the dimness of the candles and his eyes catch the little light they give off, glowing in a shade of amber, somewhere in between gold and red and dark.

“You’re beautiful,” Hawks whispers, speaking the thought that had just gone through his mind.

Dabi chuckles a bit and gently caresses the skin on Hawks’ waist. “You just said something like that.”

Hawks doesn’t pout as he usually does when Dabi teases him like that. Instead, he smirks and closes his eyes, closing the little bit of distance that still remained between their bodies with a sigh. “Because it’s true. I’m one lucky bird.”

Dabi wants to laugh, but the feeling of Hawks’ skin on his own fills up his head, his chest, everything. He can’t think straight, he just breathes in Hawks’ sweet smell and hugs him closer, as tight as he can, until Hawks gasps and laughs a little.

“Hey big guy, you’re crushing me here.”

Dabi just hums, doesn’t press him closer anymore but doesn’t let go of him either.

“Hey…” Hawks says in a softer tone, turning his head, so he can see Dabi’s face. But Dabi only buries his face in the crook of Hawks’ neck. “Hey… It’s okay.”

He can’t tell where they come from, but it feels good when the words “I missed you” leave his lips.

Hawks doesn’t respond to it right away. He brushes his thumb over Dabi’s shoulder blade, holding onto him like Dabi holds onto Hawks.

“I’m all yours now.”

Dabi finally lets go as he hears those words, looking into Hawks’ eyes again which crinkle so warmly in the smile Hawks directs at him.

“Let’s go have that bath, mh?” His lover suggests and Dabi just nods, following the gentle pull of Hawks’ hand.

Hawks is the first one to climb into the bath in careful movements. A soft groan escapes him when he decides the water is not too hot and he sinks in deeper. Dabi watches him with a soft smile.

It’s more than big enough for the two of them but Dabi waits till Hawks is fully seated inside. He watches his bird as he lets out another moan, loud this time and long. His wings are hanging over the edges as he lets all of his lower body sink into the water. Dabi can practically see all the stress leaving the other man’s shoulders as he relaxes in the hot water. He lets his head hang over the edge of the bathtub and his body goes limp.

“I needed this,” Hawks murmurs quietly, spreading his legs further apart by the tub’s sides.

Dabi chuckles, gently rubbing the back of Hawks’ neck, massaging little circles over the tense muscles there. He squats down next to the tub, eyes level with Hawks and a smile on his lips. He tries to hide his half-hard erection under the arm that loosely rests on his thigh. He doesn’t want Hawks to see how desperate and needy is, not right away.

But it’s hard when he sees into those warmly glowing golden eyes again that fixiate him from under beautifully swung lashes. The hand on Hawks’ neck wanders up to his cheek and caresses the soft skin beneath his eyes, following the line of his marks.

“I can tell,” he murmurs and then places another kiss on Hawks’ cheek.

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down by reminding him that this is not about him, but about a little break for Hawks. He needs it, more than anything else. It works too well, because his mind is just about to go off where he doesn’t want it to go again. So he just follows Hawks into the tub, carefully and slowly, to not spill any water.

They hadn’t had any baths together in ages, and yet their bodies line up so easily, as they used to. He enjoys the feeling of warm water surrounding him and Hawks’ naked skin on his. He feels the relaxing effect too and sighs deeply, resting his head backwards on the brim of the tub. He fumbles for Hawks’ hands and entwines their fingers when he finds it, but doesn’t say a word.

Hawks gently rubs his thumb over the back of Dabi’s hand and closes his eyes. They just sit there for some moments, relishing in the relaxing warmth and letting go of the stress and exhaustion building up for months. To his own surprise, Dabi is content with simply having this moment with Hawks to themselves without expecting anything more from it.

“Compress told me about your troubles with sleeping.”

Dabi doesn’t flinch because he isn’t surprised. The LOV’s dads would probably never stop mingling. So he just hums, as there’s no point in denying.

“You know I didn’t mean to… neglect your or something, right?”

He cracks his eyes open to look at Hawks from under his lashes. Hawks’ still leans on the brim of the bathtub, head tilted and resting on his arm. He doesn’t look sad, but Dabi still doesn’t like the forlorn, almost apologizing expression in his eyes.

“It has nothing to do with us. You’re taking wonderful care of Tsubasa. You’re the best mother hen he could wish for,” he murmurs and closes his eyes as a smirk curls the corner of his mouth.

“Hey!” Hawks protests and splashes some water in the direction of Dabi’s face.

Dabi gasps, but laughs, splashing some back.

Hawks pouts and stops, then sits up to look at Dabi with a straight face. “I mean it. I’m sor-”

“Nah,” Dabi interrupts him, “stop it. There’s no need for that.”

“You should have talked to me though,” the blond retorts, still pouting. Now, that looked much more like Hawks. Dabi’s smirk grew a little wider and he sat up too, reaching for Hawks to pull him closer, between his legs so their foreheads were touching.

“I think we both know that I’m not the talking type,” Dabi says, smirk wide and smug.

Hawks giggles at that and bends forwards to rest his head against Dabi’s shoulder.

“Yeah, you really aren’t.”

“You do enough talking for the two of us,” Dabi adds, still sounding smug.

He earns himself a little pinch on his tummy with the remark, but that surely doesn’t have the effect Hawks wanted it to have. The tiny jolt of pain goes straight down south, making him hum again, this time with interest.

“Do that again, just a little lower,” he purrs into Hawks’ ear and the blonde clicks his tongue as his lover usually does.

“You’re horrible,” Hawks whispers, but his fingers gently brush downwards, coming to rest on Dabi’s quickly hardening erection.

“And still you brought my child to the world.”

Hawks turns his head, gazing at him with dark eyes and a smirk of his own while his fingers wrap around his cock too tenderly. “Something I’d do again, because I don’t regret it a bit.”

Dabi sighs, the thoughts he could form seconds ago draining out of his brain as quickly as his cock swells. He wants to say something to those loving words, but can’t, so he just places a kiss on Hawks’ hair.

“I really love it when you can’t find some snarky comeback, you know that?” Dabi knows Hawks teases him on purpose, but he can’t bring himself to care, because Hawks’ hand makes up for his cheekiness, applying the right pressure as he starts jerking on his length, flicking his wrist to give the tip some additional friction.

He bites his tongue, knowing he can’t be too loud, because the echo of the tiled walls can be heard throughout the whole floor. But Hawks tests his restraints, varying the pressure he applies, playing a bit with the slit every other stroke.

It’s been too long since Hawks has touched him like that, he feels the orgasm building in his belly embarrassingly soon. He tries to hide his face on Hawks’ shoulder, but it seems like Hawks knows exactly what’s going on. He licks along Dabi’s ear, breathing into it with a little moan to give him the rest.

Dabi erupts in hard, almost violent shudders of his whole body. Hawks teases him some more, pinching his tip lightly as Dabi had asked him. The villain presses his forehead against Hawks shoulder and bites his lips so hard they start bleeding. He doesn’t make a sound aside from the little splashes of water from his quivers.

Hawks wraps his free arm around him, gently caressing the back of his neck as he carefully gives Dabi’s cock some more slow tugs. Dabi shivers with each until he grasps Hawks’ wrist, making him stop. He doesn’t say a word, but Hawks must know that he’s beyond oversensitive.

But Hawks just chuckles. “You really missed me, didn’t you? That was quick.”

“Asshole,” Dabi gives him his usual reply back in a hoarse croak.

“Oh, you wounded me,” Hawks answers, faking a dramatic tone. He moves his hand a bit through the water to clean it and to dissipate Dabi’s cum and then pulls Dabi closer and hugs him. Hawks leans back, so Dabi comes to lie on Hawks, head on his shoulder. The position is a bit awkward, but it feels good. Safe and protected and close. Warm.

He gets a bit drowsy, even more so when Hawks starts playing with Dabi’s hair. Hawks’ wings spread, shielding them from the rest of the world. His eyes flutter shut, and he knows he can just nap a bit like that, knows that Hawks is okay with that, even though he’ll comment on it later.

Just when the water gets a bit colder, Hawks gives his shoulder a light squeeze to wake him up.

“Should we go to bed?”

Dabi grumbles a bit but gets up anyway. He could easily heat up the water again, but Hawks didn’t ask for that. He does insist on at least scrubbing Hawks’ back with Toga’s bathing scrub that Hawks likes so much.

By the time Dabi reaches for Hawks’ cock and returns the favor, Hawks discovers Dabi’s ulterior motives. He doesn’t complain, instead he comes undone under the hands on his cock and the teeth on his neck.

They dry themselves roughly and drain the water, heading back to their room with nothing but a towel wrapped around their waists. Luckily, there’s nobody to roast them for taking hours in the bathroom and Dabi wonders if the others are intentionally trying to be decent about it.

But he doesn’t pay it much mind, he rather focuses on Hawks, his delicious shape that glows so ethereally in the rich light of the setting sun. The shadow it casts moves enthrallingly over their bed as Hawks moves to his side, carelessly throwing the towel aside. Hawks’ wings are half-way spread, framing his body as if they wanted to create the perfect picture with their shining red. Against the sunlight Dabi can’t see much, but there are flecks of light where Hawks’ lips curl upward in a smug smile.

The shadows Hawks casts wake something darker in Dabi that wants to taint the white sheets of their bed. He has an inkling that Hawks might have something similar in mind, when he tilts his head teasingly, swaying his hips a little to bring attention to his slowly hardening cock.

“Where are you, firecracker? I’m feeling cold and lonely over here.”

Dabi’s eyes wander up over Hawks’ body deliberately slowly, taking it in inch by inch. He had missed the sight, only realizing now that he hadn’t had the chance to lay eyes on Hawks like this in so long.

He steps closer to the bed and beckons Hawks to come over with a lazy flex of his index finger.

Hawks laughs a little and kneels on the bed, shuffling closer on his knees until he’s right on the edge in front of Dabi. He grins up to Dabi with a daring wiggle of his eyebrows, making Dabi frown a bit. He still smiles though.

“You look like you’re going to eat me alive,” Hawks purrs, leaning closer to playfully lick along Dabi’s sternum.

Dabi lays his hand on Hawks’ neck again, putting his thumb under Hawks chin to keep him in place. The smile on his lips spreads a little. Hawks looks up to him slowly and Dabi enjoys the thrill he finds on Hawks’ face.

“You’re like a cat who caught the bird,” Hawks whispers, each sound sending a wave of cold over the spot he just licked.

Dabi tries for a hum, but it comes out as a growl, somewhat too rough. He pulls Hawks a little closer by his neck and lets his other hand wander down Hawks' side over his waist to his ass, giving one cheek a firm squeeze and pulling at it.

Hawks keens, even more so when Dabi bends his wrist just enough for his fingers to run along Hawks’ cleft, teasing his entrance as they come across it.

“I guess that’s what I should do then,” Dabi states, almost flatly. Only the grin on his lips betrays that he’s not as unaffected as he sounds. Hawks gasps, eyes going wide as he understands what Dabi is implying.

He knows that Hawks has definitely lost some weight when he can easily turn Hawks around and throw him on the bed, face down. His wings flutter a bit, but don’t slow down his fall. It shows that he trusts Dabi completely.

“I mean… I gotta enjoy this feast, since it’s my first in almost a year,” he adds as he lets his hands brush down Hawks waistline, applying some pressure to convey some of his hunger to Hawks. Even more so when he cups his ass cheeks, spreading them apart. Hawks moans and looks over his shoulder, curious to see what Dabi was doing there.

Dabi just gives him a short glance before he leans over Hawks, his erection sliding along the crack of Hawks’ ass, to lick over the patch of skin between the roots of Hawks’ wings. He keeps his gasp for himself as he does so, enjoying hearing the one he draws from Hawks.

He lets his tongue wander down, scooting backwards to leave a wet trail along Hawks spine. Hawks squirms a little under him with a sigh that turns into a little mewl when Dabi’s tongue reaches his ass.

“Wha-” Hawks tries to ask, but is cut short when Dabi answers in action, licking further down, over his hole.

“Dabi-!!” Hawks squeals and he stops, tilting his head to cock his eyebrows at Hawks.

“What?”

“What on earth…?” Hawks is breathless and can’t bring the necessary words over his lips, flushing bright red.

Dabi just grins and licks his lips. “I’m enjoying my meal. Tell me to stop and I will.”

Hawks eyes him with a frown but doesn’t say anything.

“Did it feel bad?” Dabi asks, just for good measure. Hawks’ cock is already leaking precum, so he knows that Hawks didn’t dislike it.

“N… No…” Hawks admits weakly and rests his forehead on his arms, hiding his face from Dabi again. “Just… new.”

The villain just chuckles and goes back down, now encouraged by the flustered reaction and the little, high-pitched moans he elicits from Hawks with every flick of his tongue.

Still, after some moments he lets go of Hawks’ ass, one arm wrapping around his waist to tease Hawks’ cock with slow, loose tugs while he licks over the fingers of his other hand. Hawks moans a bit louder, trying to angle his hips away from Dabi, but Dabi holds him firmly in place.

He probes with the tip of his tongue against Hawks’ entrance, never actually breaching it, just teasing his lover. When he licks upwards, his tongue is replaced by slicked fingertips that breach Hawks the slightest bit. Hawks keens again and pushes backwards as if to get more of the feeling. But Dabi follows the movement, retreating as much as Hawks pushes back, not giving in just yet.

“I wonder if you’re tight again, like a virgin,” Dabi growls against his rump, drawing another breathy moan from his lover. “I could claim you anew, all over.”

Hawks’ moan turns into a little whine.

“You really think you’re the only one enjoying himself once in a while during the last couple of months?”

Without a sign of warning, Dabi pushes a finger in, making Hawks moan out loud.

“Without me?”

When his finger is fully seated, Hawks chuckles again. “Look who’s talking.”

Dabi turns his finger around, touching and feeling, searching for Hawks’ sweet spot right away. Hawks whimpers and moans, even more so when Dabi finds it.

“So, you’re telling me I’ve been holding myself back all this time for nothing?”

Hawks groans loudly as Dabi teases him just the right way. It still doesn’t seem to be enough, because Hawks can still answer, “I never asked you to do that, you know?”

“You said no sex as long as-”

“That was a joke,” Hawks rasps, pushing back on Dabi’s finger, “idiot.”

Dabi twists his finger at that, making Hawks cry out and squirm again. This time, even his wings flap a little, which means he did something just right.

He just hums as he reaches for the nightstand to retrieve the lube and finds a new and indeed half-emptied bottle. Hawks wasn’t kidding.

He tuts at that, clicking his tongue louder than the cap does as he opens it to apply a generous portion on Hawks hole. The blonde hisses at the cold sensation.

With a swift turn of his wrist that makes Hawks almost scream, he collects some of the lube with his fingers and adds a second finger in a smooth sequence of moves. Hawks does feel a bit tighter though, so he tries to be a bit gentler despite the mock-punishing roughness before. He caresses Hawks’ skin where he touches it while the fingers inside Hawks spread him.

“Good?” Dabi murmurs under his breath and Hawks nods, eagerly.

“More,” Hawks encourages him in a raspy whisper.

He moves with a bit more vigor, just like he knows how Hawks likes it and adds a third finger before long.

Hawks moves his hip backwards, meeting Dabi’s fingers every time they push back in after pulling out and his impatience peaks when he turns his head again to look at Dabi, eyes red and pupils dilated.

“For fuck’s sake, will you finally get on with it?” The blonde complains in a whine.

Dabi’s jaw drops down, but he catches himself soon enough, giving Hawks an equally brazen smirk.

“Greedy much, aren’t we?” He rumbles, but Hawks only pushes back more earnestly.

“Fuck, yes… You haven’t pounded me in almost a year.”

Dabi growls and pulls his finger out and hastily spreads some more lube on his straining cock before he lines up with Hawks’ entrance.

“Why exactly have we both been abstinent, if it drove both of us mad?” Dabi presses through gritted teeth as he pushes into Hawks, still slower than he usually did.

Hawks groans throatily, his body quivering under Dabi’s hands with every piercing that slips past his rim. The former hero starts shaking when Dabi bottoms out, and he tries to sooth his lover by running his hands over his sides and his back.

Dabi knows that Hawks is taking it very well when he eventually replies, “I… have... no… idea…”

“Neither do I,” he says, before pulling back and pushing in again. “I just know that I’m doing something wrong, because you’re still thinking.”

Hawks laughs a bit and Dabi has to hold his breath, because the vibrations it sends through the body around his cock feel too good.

“Then do something about it,” Hawks dares him, but that’s the last thing he can say, because Dabi’s hips snap back harshly, making him cry out loud.

“I’ll fuck that sass out of you,” the villain growls, setting a harsh rhythm with hard thrusts that send slapping sounds through the room. When he looks down, he can see that Hawks squeezed his eyes shut, but he can’t see enough of Hawks’ face.

So Dabi pulls out and turns Hawks around by his hips, getting a little yelp from his lover. He complies though, spreading his legs and wings wide to accommodate Dabi easily, who just slips back in and picks up the rhythm as if he had never interrupted it in the first place.

Now he gets a perfect view of Hawks’ flushed face. His mouth hangs open to fight for air in between gasps and moans and mewls, even more so when Dabi holds him a bit higher by the waist, getting a better angle to reach where it felt best for Hawks.

Hawks throws his head from side to side, the sounds he makes striking a more desperate tone with each thrust and slap of skin. There’s a small drop of drool at the corner of his mouth which makes Dabi grin, because it just shows how far gone Hawks is. Just where he wanted him to be.

It felt too good to be with Hawks like this again, a different heat than that of his quirk burning him up so pleasantly. Dabi feels the tell-tale pressure building up in his lower abdomen, more and more with every jerk and quiver of Hawks around him.

With hasty movements, he holds Hawks’ waist with one arm and reaches for his cock with the other, pumping it as hard as he thrusts.

Hawks screams and cums right away, convulsing so hard and clenching around him that Dabi topples over and spills inside Hawks, releasing all the pressure he feels in one deep, vocal grunt.

They stay like that as long as their afterglow lasts, minds blank and yet full of some warm fuzziness. Surprisingly, it’s Dabi who moves first, peeking up to his lover who breathes flatly, When he realizes Dabi is moving, Hawks opens his eyes too, smiling coyly up at him.

“I think… I just... blacked out...” Hawks gasps. “I came…. Didn’t I?”

Dabi blinks at him, confused first, but then he grins widely. He sits up so Hawks has a good view of him as he lets go of Hawks’ dick to show him the trails of his cum on Dabi’s hand before licking them off without taking his eyes off Hawks.

The blonde’s cheeks flush again, but he can’t look away. Once Dabi has lapped up the last drop, he looks away, murmuring, “Okay, okay… I get it, I came and you had fun.”

Dabi chuckles and leans down, making Hawks keen again, because he’s still inside him. He kisses Hawks, gentler than one might expect after such a debauched display. “Don’t say you didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” Hawks shoots back with a feisty smirk, catching Dabi’s lips with his own once more. “We definitely need to do that more often.”

“Well, I didn’t say I didn’t want to fuck until the little one isn’t a baby anymore.” Dabi teases and he pulls out.

Hawks groans and it’s not really clear if it’s because of Dabi’s movements or because of annoyance.

“For the last time, I was joking.”

Dabi just hums in a somewhat ironic sounding agreement.

Hawks laughs, putting his arms around Dabi’s neck to pull him back down to him onto the mattress. Dabi doesn’t do anything against it, just lies down next to Hawks and splays his arm over Hawks’ slightly sticky tummy.

“Jeez, you’re awful,” the former hero murmurs amusedly against Dabi’s forehead as he places a kiss there.

Dabi hums again in the same tone, but this time he adds “I love you, too.”

They doze off like this, not even intending to do so. It just happens, because they are both worn out, feeling cozy and content.

A knock rips them out of their blissful sleep the next morning. Dabi jerks up with a groan and barks, “WHAT?”

“I don’t mean to interfere with your marital reunion, but I’m afraid there’s also a request for a parental reunion.”

Hawks sputters and hides his face in the pillow to stifle his noises.

“You have more dad energy than anyone in this fucking house, can’t you entertain him for a few more minutes?”

Hawks smiles up to him and Dabi winks down at him, hoping Kurogiri wouldn’t chase them out of bed right away.

There’s a beat of silence and then an almost inaudible sigh.

“5 more minutes,” Kurogiri says and his receding footsteps resound through the closed door.

Hawks laughs lightly. “That was the most dad-like thing he could have said.”

Dabi just grumbles and lies down on Hawks again. “And probably the most childish thing I could have said.”

He feels Hawks' hands cupping his cheek and lifting his head so they are facing each other again. Hawks’ smile is warm… and happy. “Hey, we’ve done nothing wrong. We’ve just been taking care of each other, so Tsubasa grows up with a happy and loving family.”

Dabi can’t help the smile on his lips, even though his eyebrows wander up. “Yeah… that’s what we’ve been doing. Not fucking the living lights out of each other.”

The blonde lets his head drop down with an annoyed groan. “Oh my gosh, you’re unbelievable.”

Dabi just makes some agreeing noise and nestles his head on Hawks shoulder again, closing his eyes for a bit. “So I’ve been told.”

Hawks just laughs. “You’re really horrible.”

“Thank you,” Dabi purrs smugly.

They get up a few minutes later, clean themselves quickly under the shower, and head down to relieve Toga and Twice of Tsubasa (or rather Kurogiri and Compress of all three of them). The two look a bit worn out and Dabi can’t blame them, but he whispers a little “Thank you” to them as they pass by to go for a nap. Twice gives him a thumb up and Toga just smiles.

Compress approaches him as he stays in the back while Hawks heads over to the crib in which Tsubasa spent the night.

“Better now?” He asks quietly, but still winks at Dabi.

Dabi casts him a side glance and scoffs, but the smile on his lips seems to serve the magician sufficiently as an answer.

He knows they’ve done everything about right when he sees the easy, happy, and light-hearted smile on Hawks’ face as he picks up their brightly cooing boy to hug him close.

“Perfect,” Dabi whispers.

## Afterword

End Notes

> Thank you Geary for beta-reading this! orz YOU'RE WONDERFUL.

> I started this, wanting to write nothing but a little smut. Then 8.5k happened, because Dabi is a fool in love, all while being self-loathing and bad at feelings.

> I hope you enjoyed this thing anyway.

> Please let me know what you think, I live for your comments!

> And if you're up for it, hit me up on Twitter! I always enjoy talking to fellow DabiHawks fans! :3 @darkmatinee.

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