## Preface

only a number
Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/24241369.

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:
  Dabi/Takami Keigo | Hawks
Characters:
  Dabi (My Hero Academia), Takami Keigo | Hawks
Additional Tags:
  Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, there's a little plot but that's just me at this point, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Vampire, Trans Takami Keigo | Hawks, Vampire Dabi (My Hero Academia), Blood, Takami Keigo | Hawks is a Little Shit, bratty hawks, Biting, Vaginal Sex, Dabi is Bad at Feelings (My Hero Academia), Riding, bad vampire lore
Language:
  English
Series:
  Part 2 of vampire grubhub
Stats:
  Published: 2020-05-17 Words: 4,133 Chapters: 1/1

# only a number

by bonafideaquemini (nanatsuyu)

Summary

> Hawks gets to play 20 questions while Dabi (moderately) suffers.

Notes

> hi i guess i liked this au more than i thought so here's another bit

> i use afab language briefly and as always mind the tags

> thanks to teresa and ash for explaining vampires to me so i could make fun of the goofier lore and project onto hawks a bit

## only a number

“Wait, wait, wait —“ Hawks slowed on his next thrust downwards, legs trembling faintly as he seated himself fully in Dabi’s lap. He’d finally gotten Hawks where he wanted him, breathless and so, so wanting, he wasn’t about to try and get chatty. Bucking his hips up to get Hawks back on track and away from the prying conversation bagged him a small choked out moan; evidence that the pretty bird was at least a little serious about his earlier question. Dabi shouldn’t have even acknowledged the question, should have kept to his own rule of keeping quiet during dinner. He wanted to go back to five minutes ago when Hawks was whining his name and couldn’t string two words together that weren’t fuck, harder, or more. Not that Hawks seemed to care about that now: “You’re—oh fuck that feels good.” Dabi hid his smirk as he nosed against Hawks’ pulse and let his fangs graze the tendon there. “H-how old did you say you were?”

Dabi thought he was good at ruining a moment.

“Ask me later.” This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to be having right now—or ever. “Plus, you’re on the clock. I want my money’s worth.”

He felt rather than heard Hawks laugh at that; a light, shake of his shoulders as he leaned in; chest to chest, to catch his breath. Giving Hawks’ hips a squeeze, he coaxed him into rocking back, taking a little more of Dabi in as he did. Hawks made a pleased little hum and rolled his hips, seemingly content to stay stuffed full for the moment—and distracted. Dabi remembered when he couldn’t get Hawks to even make a sound, let alone one this encouraging.

Lips pressed against Dabi’s neck then, something Hawks did from time to time when they slowed like this. It wasn’t exactly sweet. Hawks could pretend he was, but being sweet on Dabi wasn’t in his job description.

Not that riding Dabi was in his job description either.

But sometimes those blunt incisors would catch along his throat and something in his stomach would stir. He’d feel a warmth—something he hadn’t felt in years, like the blood pumping in his veins wasn’t close to crystallizing from the cold. He could almost feel a faint thump in his chest when Hawks would occasionally bite down.

Probably just his garlic allergy acting up.

An undignified noise rumbled low in Dabi’s throat as Hawks leaned back, hands winding their way into black hair, slender forearms resting along either side of his collar.

Pretty golden eyes flicked between his and a smile pulled at Hawks’ lips as he spoke, “You’re embarrassed.” Dabi dug his nails into freckled thighs, another attempt at a distraction, but his bird clearly wasn’t going to be deterred from this. “Come on. You can’t be that close to death’s door...Five hundred?”

Dabi groaned. “Six hundred?” He gave a tug to Hawks’ shirt, eyes falling to half lidded. Hawks grin stretched, mischief ever present in his tone, “Holy shit, seven hundred?”

Dabi was beginning to think someone just enjoyed making things difficult.

Sinking his teeth into Hawks’ neck again, he took a long drink, huffing through his nose when it didn’t cut the little guessing game short. “If you’re over 850, I’m legally obligated to financial compensation for how much dust I’m going to need to clean out of my—“

He licked a stripe along Hawks’ neck, reveling in the way it brought the blonde’s rambling to a halt. Sweet and quiet. Maybe he didn’t want Hawks making so much noise tonight.

“Ya ever shut up?”

Hawks ground down in response, sighing something sinful as that last piercing slipped inside. Dabi could lend a hand, get Hawks to really clench around him and have something to sigh about, but that would be a bit generous. Lining up another bite to Hawks’ collar had the blonde picking up the pace, previous train of thought forgotten and each tight roll of his hips punctuated by a soft moan. Hawks had never outright said he got off on being bled, but it wasn’t hard to figure out—not with the way he was nipping at the shell of Dabi’s ear, and digging his nails into his shoulders.

He’d try and lose the shirt next time so those blunt claws could actually do some damage. Leave a mark or two. That might be nice.

His favorite song bird was still a mess for pain and pleasure, openly out about it or not. Dabi didn’t really care. All he had to do was indulge in a few more drinks and the pretty lapfull in front of him would be pliant for the rest of the evening.

The night seemed to want to play on loop however, Hawks living for the chance to be a pain in the ass.

The blonde made an attempt to pull back, hissing when Dabi refused to sheath his fangs from the home they’d made. The nails that had been trying to tear through his shirt a moment ago now snaked up into his hair and gave a hard yank.

His fangs weren’t that deep.

A slightly harder tug on his hair had him wincing.

The vampire sighed, knowing that if he wanted to finish his meal he’d have to play along. His fangs slipped clean from Hawks’ neck, denying him the satisfaction of another drink as Hawks pressed a hand to his chest, leaning away with a frown.

He lifted himself on (now unfortunately) steady legs till he was squeezing just around the head of Dabi’s cock. Dabi wasn’t sure what was going to drive him crazy first; the way Hawks was milking him for all the patience he didn’t have, or the bit of blood that was currently pooling in the dip of his collarbone from an unloved bite.

“Are you really over 850?”

“This isn’t fuckin’ Interview with a Vampire , Hawks.” He slid his palms across the backs of Hawks’ thighs, gently kneading the sensitive flesh there. Dabi hadn’t fed from them this evening, too engrossed with burying something other than his fangs in Hawks for once—but he knew they were a weak spot. Hawks eyed the wandering hands with a less than concealed bite to his cheek. Glancing down he could see where the lube they’d used earlier had slipped down Hawks’ thighs, cock twitching at the sight.

His eyes snapped back up at the sound of Hawks’ snorting above him. “Gimme a break. Twenty questions isn’t exactly at the top of my priority list when I’m balls deep in a meal.” He kept one hand on Hawks’ thigh, as if it would stop him from getting up, and dragged the other through his own hair. Irritation was winning the war in this little argument. “Says so in my registry, anyway.”

Hawks apparently wasn’t taking no for an answer today. Or any other day. Dabi was having trouble finding a reason to deny Hawks lately.

Damn garlic allergy.

“Everyone lies on those. Plus, you’ve already bled me past time anyways.” He gestured to the phone long since abandoned on the table behind him. Dabi figured he should be grateful. ‘Should be’ being the key phrase. “Give me a hint, Dabs. Least you can do for your favorite snack .”

Hawks lifted his thumb up to the corner of Dabi’s mouth, swiping slowly along his lip before pulling back to reveal a little smear of blood. Dabi unconsciously let his lips part, familiar with a fixation Hawks had come to reveal through show rather than tell.

He liked Dabi’s fangs. Liked to massage his gums and feel the powerful incisors just beneath the surface. Loved to mess with and prod the points til Dabi nearly whimpered outright for a bite; feel that blood rush past his teeth and onto his tongue. Dabi wasn’t sure if Hawks did this with all his bleeders—but he liked to think Hawks’ took a liking to his fangs in particular, mesmerized by the shape and size and just how clean they could cut straight to a vein. Maybe he just wished he was special.

Wishful thinking.

Hawks brought his thumb up and swiped across his own lower lip, watching Dabi’s eyes track the motion in a steady line. A too red lip stain over a too swollen lip. His tongue flicked out to clean the blood slicked digit and Dabi felt himself swallow.

“764.”

Golden eyes practically glittered in the dim light.

So much for playing coy.

“You shaved off a hundred years. Cute.”

Any certificate of his life or death burned up centuries ago. One hundred years was indeed a generous lie. It was obvious with the way Hawks was scrutinizing him that he was aware of this too.

“ Everyone lies on those, right?” That got him a grin that made the corners of Hawks’ eyes crinkle. Dabi had seen that look in others prior, far too genuine and open. It wasn’t always directed at him like this. But when it was, he’d kept a vice grip on the source. Sometimes a bit too tight.

Hawks would age gracefully. Dabi may even get to see it if he didn’t get ahead of himself.

“That include when you turned?” Hawks spoke around his thumb, tongue pink and lapping in small licks at the tip. A waste of blood on Hawks’ tongue. Red was dripping slowly down Hawks’ collar now, an inch from tinting the shirt he was still wearing despite Dabi’s protests.

Fuck , that was distracting.

It occurred to him that maybe tables do turn rather easy.

“It matters?” Dabi’s voice was about as steady as the thighs quivering under his fingertips.

“No,” Hawks smiled, pulling off his thumb with a wet pop. “Tell me anyway.” The infuriating way he could dig right into Dabi without truly lifting a finger was going to be a problem. More infuriating at the moment though, was the way that that tight, wet heat was pulling him in once more, Hawks dropping just enough to tease, before nearly raising up off him entirely.

What a terrible fuckin’ game this was.

“Twenty-nine—" The blonde lifted up, Dabi’s cock bobbing out with the motion. There was a fleeting thought that maybe somehow that would be the deal breaker. Out of all the many awful things that he was, pushing thirty was what would do him in. Hawks’ only steadied himself on Dabi’s shoulder however, knees digging into either side of him on the couch. " ...Including, " Dabi breathed out as the piercing adorning the tip of his dick rubbed teasingly between Hawks’ folds, sticky with slick as Hawks arched back to let it rub up against his clit.

Barely able to drag his eyes away from the way Hawks was going to get himself off on his pseudo royalty, he looked up as Hawks' forehead pressed against his own. A plush, well loved lip was sucked between his teeth, brow scrunched in concentration as he forced his hips not to stutter at the featherlight touches Dabi was beginning to trail up either side of his hips, much of their own accord. He let his fingertips glide up Hawks’ ribs, rubbing gently over the barbells adorning Hawks’ chest. Because of course he had nipple piercings, and the ones he was wearing tonight felt very much like the ones he’d seen a few weeks prior: little fangs on either side of the bar.

It was a competition for tacky at this point.

Dabi kept his eyes on Hawks’ as they opened up, a little realization fading into them despite canting his hips and forcing his own distraction.

“Doesn’t that make you a bit of a cradle robber?”

Dabi pinched and rolled one of the little metal fangs between a thumb and forefinger, happy to hear Hawks hiss through his teeth. “Better than a grave robber.”

“ Is it though?”

He shrugged in reply. Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. Didn’t really change the fact that Hawks was still teasing the head of his cock like he was petting it for good fortune. “I get it. I’m old. Most vamps are. Whaddaya want from me?”

Hawks’ gentle rocking stopped and Dabi could see a pout forming on those pretty lips. Maybe if he asked nicely, he could get a little taste of those too. Not now, though. The look he was getting said he was past thin ice and halfway to the sea floor.

“You’re a real fun sucker when you’re hungry.”

“You’d be pissy if your food got mouthy with you too.”

“Tell you what, Dabs.” The blonde settled back onto Dabi’s thighs, clit dragging slowly down each of the ladder rungs along the underside of Dabi’s cock. It sent a jolt through him with each pass over until Hawks was in his lap again—unfortunately nowhere near where he wanted him.

"You answer some fun trivia for a youngster like myself—" He dipped a couple fingers into the waning trickle of blood at his collar, coating it over his fingers and watching it drip down his palm. “—and I’ll let you have a couple extra to-go cups. As a treat.”

That would certainly leave his blood bag a little shaky on his feet. Dabi lived to see him bled and in need of a helping hand. A warm flush to his cheeks and begging Dabi to ease some of the ache—

“What’s the catch?”

Hawks dropped his bloodstained hand to grip the base of Dabi’s cock, giving it a firm squeeze. Dabi’s hands stilled in fondling Hawks’ chest, breath caught in his throat. “No catch. You can even finish the dinner you were so ungrateful for.” He tapped at the marks on his neck with his other hand, leisurely starting to pump Dabi. Canting his hips just a bit, he pressed himself up against the vampire, grinding languidly in time with his strokes. A pleased hum sounded through his chest, that warm grip a little dry, even with the blood; too close to his favorite way of doing things. Hawks smirked as Dabi sank back into the cushions, resigning himself to the very much wanted form of torture.

For an immortal sort of mystery, he certainly read like an open book.

“Let’s see...Hypnosis?”

Weird start. “Not any that are alive anymore.” Or that he knew of. “Old blood.”

Hawks’ eyes widened a fraction before moving on, “Stakes?”

“It’d hurt, but it’s not gonna do much. Gotta be a good shot.”

“Noted.” That shouldn’t have sent a chill up his spine. “Can any of you really turn into a bat?” The impish grin told Dabi Hawks knew the answer but—

“Wanna see?”

The hand jerking him stuttered and Hawks’ eyes lit for a moment before Dabi gave himself away with a twitch of his lips.

“Dick...Hmm, mirrors?”

Hawks’ thumb pressed against the top barbell, a drop of precum dripping down and over his nail. Dabi nearly forgot the question. “W-what about ‘em?”

“Can you see yourself?”

“Long as it’s not silver.” He smeared the precum around the head of Dabi’s dick, careful to avoid his piercing. Tease.

“So, the silver thing isn’t just a rumor.” Hawks seemed to mull that around in his head for a moment. “Don’t you have a tongue ring, though? What about all the metal you’ve got in you?” He reached up with his free hand to rub his thumb over the stud in Dabi’s ear, fingertips gliding over each of the rings and bars. A gentle tug on a helix had him fighting a shiver he’d be damned to let Hawks’ see.

Dabi let his lips part enough to click the bar in his tongue between his teeth. The tacky cross on the ball of the piercing had made Hawks snort the first time he’d seen it. “All stainless steel. Wouldn’t kill me if it was silver—nasty infection, maybe. Knew a guy who only wore silver. More shine than I cared to look for, but the key here is ‘knew.’” Hawks rolled his eyes, gaze fixing where Dabi’s tongue had been.

“So, no silver...I know garlic gives you the sniffles.”

“Fuck you for that, by the way.”

“I told you to keep your hands to yourself.”

Dabi placed a threatening squeeze to Hawks’ knee, earning him only a grin Dabi had come to realize was Hawks’ way of encouraging him. His claws, usually trimmed back for convenience, sank dangerously into the soft flesh, just enough to make Hawks buck his hips with a gasp. Better.

“Easy, bleeder.” His grip tightened around Dabi, almost to the point of discomfort; fingers twitched on Hawks’ knees but didn’t press. Dabi wasn’t sure if Hawks was entirely aware of how much that pain versus pleasure kink was shared, but he was getting incredibly close to finding out the hard way.

“Let’s see. Oh!” The haze from Hawks’ eyes lifted momentarily. “Ever slept in a coffin?”

Oh.

“Once.”

“Not your cup of blood?”

Dabi shrugged. “Didn’t stay dead very long.” That’d been a rough night clawing his way out of the mud. Not all transformations were easy or quick. Sometimes the body ran cold for hours before it was ready to see the dark of night. “Try not to sleep in boxes anymore.” His couch had the perfect amount of space around it now. No close walls, no stuffy wood or scratchy velvet. No more smoke buried under his nails.

He must have made a face because Hawks was suddenly cradling his cheek with a warm hand. Dabi had half a mind to nuzzle into it, to nose along the veins in Hawks’ wrist till he couldn’t focus on anything but the way they pulsed under his tongue and let static play across his vision. He could kiss along the tendon, and Hawks might let him, might humor him enough to indulge for a moment.

That was for someone who wasn’t a paid meal.

“Come on, I’m not losing you to some centuries old nightmare.” Hawks patted his cheek lightly, drawing Dabi’s attention back up. A bit of hair had fallen in Hawks’ face and Dabi knew the brat in his lap hadn’t hung the moon or the stars, but maybe he helped point out where they should go. Poetry was never his strong suit. Neither were humans. Hawks lifted both of his hands to the nape of Dabi’s neck and coaxed him forward till he was nestled against his throat. “You’ll feel better after a drink.”

Dabi wasn’t going to try and deny that. His tongue fell flat against Hawks’ collar, tasting the drying blood that had soured in the arid apartment. Damp cigarettes came to mind as he moved up to the punctures in Hawks’ neck, stale and smoky and cottony on the back of his tongue. The wound had nearly clotted, just enough give before his fangs were slotted back into the muscle.

Dabi wound his arms around Hawks’ waist, mumbling into his skin as he pulled him closer. “Let me make you feel good.” He thought he heard Hawks whimper as he sucked a bruise into the flesh; the softest plea barely above a whisper. As good of a go ahead as any, he supposed. Licking at the now fresh blood trickling steady from Hawks’ vein, he slid his hands down to Hawks’ ass, groping and kneading the muscle there. He tried to mind his nails now, more inclined to feel Hawks’ warmth pressed up against him, rather than rip him a new one.

Next time.

As usual, his pretty bird was impatient with his way of doing things.

“You’ve had me playing lap dog a bit too long. Knees are cramped.” Hawks huffed above him, but it lacked any of the usual irritation the sound came with. “Help me out?” It wasn’t a secret Hawks’ liked that Dabi could manhandle him a bit. To the vampire, Hawks weighed little to nothing. Lifting him up, he lined Hawks’ sex over himself, still warm and wet and leaving nothing but want. He liked to savor these moments when Hawks’ let him do as he pleased. It wasn’t often, which may have been for the best, but when he was allowed?

“I’m not a flower, Dabi. I’m not gonna break.”

Dabi might though.

He eased Hawks’ down inch by inch, enraptured by the way Hawks eyes fell half lidded again, placing his hands over Dabi’s as he was eased inside. Each barbell caught as it slipped inside of Hawks’, breath hitching between both of them as they dragged slowly along Hawks’ inner walls. Dabi wasn’t going to last long with the way Hawks was looking at him either: lips parted with the smallest heaves of his chest and it occurred to him now that Hawks had never really kissed him. Maybe that was a line in the sand.

“Dabi,” a breathless little noise. “ Move. ”

A line he could cross later.

He picked Hawks up with no effort, fingers digging into the slight dip of lean hips. The slick sheen of sweat on Hawks’ skin was tantalizing, glistening in a way that’d be distracting if not for the way Hawks was clenching down around him, begging to keep him filled despite the command. Dabi loosened his grip a bit to let Hawks drop on those shaky knees, taking Dabi’s length in one go and forcing the air out of him in a punched out whine. He didn’t give Hawks time to complain though, nails once again tightening to bring Hawks back up to repeat the motion. Normally whoever was riding Dabi did a little bit more work, but he was content to watch Hawks’ head lull, mouth caught in a silent moan as he tried to keep upright with the pace Dabi set.

It wasn’t until Hawks was in his space again, pulling Dabi to his neck, that he remembered what he was there for. He bit into the hollow just above Hawks’ collar, not enough to draw much blood, but enough to be felt . Another couple thrusts had Hawks’ freezing above him, followed by a ripple that Dabi could feel roll up Hawks’ spine. Nails dug into Dabi’s hair and pulled him close as Hawks’ found the energy to meet him halfway, chasing the end of his high as he bounced in Dabi’s lap. Hawks always tasted like sugar when he came, sweet and light and almost too much for Dabi.

He willed his jaw to unlock from around Hawks’ more than abused shoulder as he felt him pull away. It wouldn’t be the first time Hawks had left him high and dry. Not that he minded at the moment, more concerned with the cavity inducing dessert now dripping down the side of his mouth. Hazy, golden eyes met his, a mix of something sated and yet left wanting in their depths. Dabi meant to open his mouth, to say something, to tell Hawks’ he could go, but then there were lips at the corner of his, a hungry tongue lapping at the bloodied trail he’d left. It flicked just at the corner of his mouth before Hawks pressed his lips fully to Dabi’s.

The flavor of that syrupy sweet blood swirled with the taste of Hawks’ tongue as he let it drip back onto Dabi’s. He’d been hand fed blood before, sometimes even his own, but the combination of the taste and Hawks rolling his hips just so had Dabi surrendering Hawks’ name like a prayer. Hawks’ tongue catching on one of his fangs pushed him over the edge, body shuddering as he spilled into the blonde. He swallowed up the moan it elicited, deepening the kiss and drinking down the last traces of sweetness from Hawks’ mouth; smoky and sugary and oh so Hawks .

Something long dead in his chest fluttered briefly.

Another line he would cross much later.

The spots in his vision only started to clear when he felt Hawks’ start to shift back. Dabi moved to capture Hawks’ lips with his own again, but his bird pulled back, mouth red and messy and bruised from the attention. Suddenly it was the only thing Dabi had ever wanted to sink his teeth into.

A lopsided smile formed as Hawks’ tapped a finger to Dabi’s cheek. “Better?”

“Any chance I can still get my to-go order?” Dabi rubbed his thumbs in small circles over Hawks’ hip bones, wondering if a second round would be pushing his luck so late in the evening.

“Only if you show me your closet of capes I know you have.”

“I’m definitely not that fuckin’ old.”

“But you are vintage.” Hawks wiggled his hips, over sensitivity causing Dabi to bite his own lip.

If anything, pushing thirty might be working in his favor this century.

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