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[thesakuragarnet]

Bring Me To My Knees

Summary: Pro Hero Dabi chases after his situationship with Talons only to fall right into his clutches.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt One: Yandere

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Word Count: 2,275 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, heavy smut, DabiHawks Week 2024, yandere, hero!Dabi X villain!Hawks, swearing, enemies to lovers, forbidden love/secret relationship, praise k!nk, subt0p Dabi, Power b0ttom Hawks, light dom/sub, n33dles, sedatives for "kidnapping", light bdsm, light angst, making out, no aftercare, doomed lovers, explicit s3xual content

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Pro Hero Dabi curses under his breath as he stares out over the twilight skyline. He’d been trailing his on-again-off-again lover, S-tier villain: Talons, formerly known as Pro Hero Hawks before his defection. He stares out over downtown Musutafu, taking in the way the lights of the city glow and glitter in the darkness, sending shades of neon lights through the inky black and obliterating shadows. He could’ve sworn he saw the familiar figure in the sky, gliding through the cloud cover. He knew the shape of those crimson wings better than the back of his own hands. Touya sighs as he leans against the brick of the rooftop, squinting into the heavens as he chews his bottom lip. He would be in for an earful when he got home tonight; Mirko, his best friend and roommate, was gonna be pissed to no end that she didn’t get invited to go scouting. Something just told Touya that he needed to hunt for Talons tonight; he felt like he’d been being watched all week. He felt the villain’s presence; it was overbearing and unignorable. He needed answers. Talons was insufferable. He was dangerous. Most of all, he was alluring… intoxicating even. They had an unavoidable and undeniable connection…one that Touya loathed with a part of his soul. Talons was…sweet…well…he could be sweet. Touya had experienced real and raw intimacy with the villain…as cold-blooded and ruthless as he was. Keigo Takami had a soft spot for the eldest Todoroki son…at least…that’s what Touya believed. 

“The fuck are you, Takami?” Touya grumbles to himself, blue eyes glowing in the moonlight, looking for the shadow of his lover in the gloom. Nothing answers him but the empty silence…at least for a few minutes. 

“Isn’t it just beautiful, firefly?” Talons whispers, lips brushing Dabi’s ear, and the hero freezes up, chills curling in rivers down his spine. He didn’t even hear the villain land behind him, and now, Keigo Takami’s razor-sharp talons are dancing along the fabric at Touya’s hips, fingertips exploring as his hands slowly grip. 

“What the fuck are we doing, Keigo.” Touya’s question sounds like more of a statement, anxiety and uncertainty riddling his tone. 

“Whatever you want, baby,” The villain trills, a wide smirk plastered on his face, highlighting his glinting fangs. Touya feels Keigo’s teeth pressing into his neck and, the moment he gasps, he feels a needle in his arm, slowly pumping a sedative into his veins. Touya panics, realizing that he’s been duped as his vision starts to go blurry; his legs feel like jelly. 

“Let it happen, darling,” Keigo chuckles darkly, wrapping his arms around the hero to stop him from falling to his knees. It isn’t long before he goes limp in the villain’s arms. Touya’s eyelids flutter shut, and Keigo clicks his tongue as he peers at his face in the darkness.

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Touya slowly regains consciousness, head spinning and throat dry as he blinks his eyes open. The overpowering smell of Talons’ cologne fills his nostrils, the cinnamon scent coating his lungs and making him wistful. Touya’s hands and feet are tied with red silk rope, keeping him in a starfish position on a king-sized bed. The sheets are smooth and soft, and Touya’s body sinks into the mattress effortlessly. He cranes his neck, attempting to take in his unfamiliar surroundings; usually, they just hook up at Touya’s agency, Touya’s apartment, Talons’ club, or any regular alleyway. This…this place is different. The walls are painted a darkened shade of scarlet with black gothic accents swirling in columns along the corners of the walls. Touya’s blood runs cold when he turns to see Talons at the side of the bed, hovering over him with leering golden eyes. Touya feels like he’s practically undressing him with his intense gaze, staring at him like he’s prey ready to be devoured. 

“You gonna kill me?” Touya snaps, knowing full well he could unleash his Quirk and break free with ease.

“Finally decided to take you home. Felt like you deserved it,” Talons sneers, lips curling as he runs a hand through Touya’s snowy white hair. Touya almost flinches before Keigo gently scratches his scalp, washing relief over his body. Keigo knows all of his weak points, and he only uses them for Touya’s benefit. 

“Y’know kidnapping isn’t exactly romantic,” Touya slurs out, his tongue still feeling heavy from the sedative. 

“It’s not exactly kidnapping if the so-called captor is enjoying it,” Keigo teases, brushing a few strands of hair out of Touya’s face. Touya pulls against the ropes, but Talons tied them purposefully, and a devilish grin slowly spreads across his face. He climbs onto the bed, straddling Touya as he bends down and sweetly connects their lips. Touya’s breath catches in his throat as he kisses his lover back, falling under the villain’s spell almost immediately. 

“Missed you so much, firefly,” Keigo whispers into Touya’s mouth, his voice coming out husky and wanting. Touya’s heartbeat skips in his chest; he knows this is wrong, but he can’t get enough of it. 

“You finally gonna keep your favorite toy locked up?” Touya hums patronizingly, and Keigo runs his tongue around his fangs as he pulls back from the kiss. 

“We both know you can leave any time you want, princess,” Keigo rasps, his hand resting softly against Touya’s neck, thumb rubbing across his jugular. Touya gulps, his pulse drumming against the pads of Keigo’s fingers; Talons, power-drunk and aroused, lightly wraps his hand around Touya’s neck, squeezing just barely. 

“You are mine . My pretty little hero,” Talons croons, taking one of his sharpened claws and tracing Touya’s jawline. Touya practically crumbles, eyes widening and lip trembling. He’s choking on the want boiling in his veins. The first motion of Talons’ hips sends sparks across his vision; the villain drags their clothed cocks together, gently grinding with deliberation. 

“ Fuck ,” Touya groans, cheeks flushing as his erection grows in the pants of his Hero Suit. His body betrays his morals…if only the Commission knew. 

Keigo’s hands find their way to his utility belt, unhooking it and tossing it somewhere in the room. Touya grows desperate, skin smoking as the heat rises up to the surface, threatening to incinerate his bindings. 

“Lemme touch you,” Touya whines, eyes wide and pleading as he stares up at Talons. The villain smirks, and, in a single swift motion, slices the ropes with his feathers. Touya practically leaps up, arms wrapping around Keigo as he crashes their lips together in an amorous kiss. The last of the sedative seeps out of his system, processing with his Quirk as the lines in his Hero Suit start to glow brilliant cerulean. Touya’s hands roam Keigo’s back, finding the cutouts in his leotard where the muscles in his shoulder blades practically bulge out, grabbing tense flesh like his life depends on it. Keigo’s fingers find the zipper in Touya’s jacket, yanking it down and exposing his soft pecs. Touya nearly cries out when he feels Keigo’s calloused hands massaging. Who knew a few weeks was enough to make him a sniveling mess for Talons to touch him. A few weeks without feeling his strong embrace. A few weeks without his lips on his skin. A few weeks without his arch nemesis making him see stars. 

“Fuck…you’re so hot,” Talons groans, pulling away from Touya’s spit-slicked lips to drag his tongue down his neck. Touya clings to his lover, mouth hanging open and breaths coming out labored as he focuses on Talons’ fangs sinking into his flesh. His cock throbs, aching as Talons grinds down on him, pulling moan after moan from Touya’s throat. Feathers swirl and surround them, twisting and curling to pull off their clothes, taking care not to rip like they tend to. Low rumbles vibrate in their throats once the raw sensation of skin-to-skin contact hits the lovers. 

“Want you…,” Touya breathes, pausing before the words leave his lips in a rush, “Wanna be inside you.” 

Talons pulls back from the kiss, eyelids growing heavy before he starts aggressively kissing Touya again. So far, Touya’s been the one getting fucked during their trysts. A change of pace sounds…fun isn’t the right word. Whatever it is, it seems suitable that Keigo’s first time bottoming is in his own bed. He’s already prepped for it, waiting for Touya to make a move. Their hands roughly caress one another and Keigo pushes Touya down onto the bed, hands squeezing his shoulders with more attention than a fuckbuddy but with the hastiness of a hookup. 

Keigo drags his bare erection against Touya’s leaking cock, and the hero’s toes curl, back arching as his hands drop from Keigo’s back, turning to fists in the silk sheets. The villain keeps grinding, dicks sliding against one another, slick and rock-hard as the men pant. Gracefully, Keigo rises up, positioning himself so Touya’s tip lines up with his hole. 

“God, Kei ,” Touya moans lewdly, swallowing the urge to buck his hips and slip inside as feathers squeeze cold lube on his cock. Keigo grins suavely, noting his twitching muscles before he begins to lower himself down. Talons gasps softly as Touya presses inside, eyelids fluttering as Dabi’s length stretches his walls, tenderly working him open. 

The white-haired hero bites his bottom lip, muffled curses threatening to tumble out as Talons takes him all the way inside, sitting fully flush in Touya’s lap.  

Touya sighs, staring up at Talons…at the way the lights halo around him…so sexy and angelic and ethereal as he looms over him. The villain stares at the hero with such reverence it should be blasphemous. 

“Y’know,” Keigo grunts as he bends down so their lips are inches apart, “I’d tear the whole damn world down for you, Touya.”

Touya crumbles; he still can barely handle the feeling of being wanted so viscerally.

Their lips lock, messy and rushed and absolutely over-the-top. It’s like he’s trying to steal the breath from Touya’s lungs as the hero’s hands tangle in dirty blonde locks, gripping and pulling as the soft sounds of lovemaking filter through the air. A thousand unspoken “I love yous” threaten to spill from their lips like forbidden sins, silent and terrified, yet so cacophonous through sounds and actions. Touya breaks the kiss first, head tilting back with a gasp of pleasure as his hands drop down to rest at the villain’s waist. He twitches with a strangled cry as he starts bucking his hips, fucking into Keigo as he bounces up and down; the friction is electric, and Touya knows he’s not gonna last long. 

“Easy,” Talons huffs, hands squeezing Touya’s pecs as subtle wisps of smoke rise from the hero’s body. “Breathe, baby. Don’t catch fire now.”

Touya slows his rhythm, closing his eyes for an embarrassing moment to clear his mind. The last thing he wants is to turn those beautiful wings to ash…or ruin the mood. He feels the flames within ebb and subside, and, before he can open his eyes, Keigo’s mouth is on him once again. Touya hums into the kiss, desperate and deep, focusing on the tight heat of Keigo wrapped around him. 

“You feel so fucking good, Touya,” Keigo mumbles between kisses, making Touya’s eyes roll back into his head at the praise. 

“Such a good boy,” Keigo repeats over and over, letting the words stick in Touya’s head, dragging through and obliterating anything else. Touya’s movements become haphazard as he sloppily thrusts into Keigo’s guts, wanton moans pouring from his mouth, jaw slack and forehead sweaty. It isn’t long before the familiar coils of pleasure stir in the pit of his stomach, but he’s determined to make Keigo break first. Touya sits up, rocking his hips as his hands wrap around the villain’s pulsing cock. Talons swallows a whimper as Touya bites into his neck, and, suddenly, his orgasm comes rushing through his body all at once, painting Touya’s abdomen. The moment Touya feels the warm splash and the spasm of Keigo’s body, his whole body shudders, and he empties into his lover with a low groan. The two cling to one another, the room silent save for their ragged breathing. Touya, as usual, is the one to break the quiet.

“I’d...I’d do anything… for you.”

“Except join the cause,” Keigo bites, bitter even in the afterglow. Touya’s fingers twitch against the crimson feathers. Their bliss is polluted with those damning words…the inexcusable truth. Touya’s heart feels like a stone in his chest, weighing on his soul as he holds the life that he can never allow himself to have. He collapses on his back on the bed, staring up at Talons as the villain slowly lifts off. Keigo sighs as he manages to stagger to his feet to get dressed, climbing off Touya and leaving him feeling empty. Before the hero can say anything else, he tenses up, feeling a needle in his arm once again. Feathers push the sedative back into his system.

“Sorry, babe. But I can’t have you finding me. I’m the one that finds you ,” Talons murmurs as he looks over his shoulder, making eye contact with Touya’s broken-hearted expression. The hero can’t speak, and his vision is starting to go in and out. He feels a warm rag cleaning the come off his stomach, and he can barely make out Keigo attempting to dress him through the flashes of his vision. The last thing he remembers is Keigo whispering into his ear:

“We’ll see each other again, firefly. You’re the drug I can’t quit.”

[sxpths]

day two of dbhwks week… surely this is what y’all meant by cannibalism/vore right

it’s hard out here for brat tamers

[thesakuragarnet]

Lick Your Wounds

Summary: When Dabi arrives at Hawks’ apartment after a failed recruitment attempt, he quickly learns that the Commission has made the hero hide his true colors.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Three: Bl00dplay

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Word Count: 2,022 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, bl00dplay, smvt, dead dove: do not eat, bl00d and injury, DabiHawksWeek2024, DHWeek24NSFW, swearing, s3xual content, oral fixaiton, tongue f*cking a wound, t0p dabi, b0ttom hawks

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Dabi loves Hawks’ bed. It doesn’t creak. It’s big enough for Hawks to completely spread his wings when he’s lying down on his back. It’s soft and comfortable. It’s all the things that his cramped room at the villains’ hideout doesn’t have to offer. The sheets feel nice against his skin; they aren’t scratchy and thin and snagging against his staples. In short, it’s perfect, and Dabi finds it increasingly harder to get out of after each late-night “interrogation” with the hero. 

However, it’s the first thing that enters Dabi’s brain when he gets stabbed in the forearm, ripping through his scarred skin and revealing the flesh and blood beneath. It was just a low-level criminal that he’d tried to recruit for the Paranormal Liberation Front…now he’s nothing more than ashes in the alleyway. He wants nothing more than to sleep in Hawks’ bed. He craves comfort…and the last thing he wants is Ujiko offering any services…services that might end up turning him into more of a monster than he already is. 

So, Dabi is climbing up the fire escape that leads to one of Hawks’ secret Commission apartments; he just hoped that this was the one Hawks was using tonight. It wouldn’t be a big deal if he wasn’t there; after all, Dabi just wants to patch up his wound and get a good night’s sleep. Still, he wouldn’t complain if he could get said good night’s sleep after fucking Hawks’ brains out. 

Dabi fishes into the pocket of his pants, wincing with every movement from the dull throbbing in his arm as blood slowly drips on his shoes. His fingers manage to wrap around the copied key in his pocket as he scrambles onto Hawks’ balcony, and he shoves it into the lock, turning it and flinging the door open with a grunt. 

SHIIK!

Dabi gulps when he feels the feather blade pressing against the nape of his neck the moment he steps inside; two golden eyes gleam in the darkness, but they seem to soften when they meet the glowing cerulean of the villain. 

“Oh…Dabi. You didn’t call,” Hawks mutters, eyes narrowed at the uninvited guest.

“Didn’t have the time,” Dabi shrugs, pushing the blade away with two fingers, and he straightens up his posture. “Need your med kit.”

Hawks sniffs…and then goes rigid as Dabi closes the door behind him. 

Hawks is a bird of prey. There’s no doubt about it…especially with the way he’s eyeing the gaping wound on Dabi’s arm. It isn’t exactly a “gaping wound”, but, to Hawks, it might as well be. The way the blood subtly pours out. The need to suckle and lick and bite bubbles in Hawks’ brain. The blood…it smells so good… and Hawks just knows it tastes even better. Hawks is a heteromorph… a mutant as his HPSC handler used to call him. He had animalistic cravings that resulted from his bird-like Quirk. There was a reason his moniker was Hawks . 

“ Fuck ,” Hawks moans under his breath, pupils turning to slits as his pulse quickens, hunger flaring and talons unsheathing. Part of him wants to rip the wound open and drink Dabi dry…to let the crimson rivers run until there’s nothing left. Even more specifically…because it’s Dabi’s blood. His soulmate. His lover. It smells sweet… delicious even… erotic .

‘NO.’ The Commission leader’s threatening voice cuts through Keigo’s psyche, and he straightens up, wiping the drool from the corner of his mouth and adjusting his posture. 

Dabi blinks, confused. His vision is shit, but he can vaguely make out Hawks’ movements in the dim shadows of the apartment. Hawks isn’t breathing…or at least he’s breathing so shallowly that it’s impossible to tell. Hawks steps to the side, nodding his head curtly toward the master bedroom, and Dabi hesitantly walks by him in the darkness. Hawks knows he should stay put. He knows he shouldn’t follow Dabi…he shouldn’t risk it…but…he can’t help it. His feet move with a mind of their own, stalking Dabi as he walks into the bedroom and to the connected bathroom. Dabi switches on the light, and Hawks gasps, covering his mouth before he can sigh like a porn star. The crimson oozes out of Dabi’s arm in a thin rivulet, tantalizing and captivating and making Hawks’ heartbeat throb in his ears. The gasp was enough for Hawks to get the scent of Dabi’s blood raw in his veins…and it’s overwhelming. Hawks grabs the frame of the door, gripping tight enough to make it creak as he stands on shaky legs. His basic instincts are telling him to pounce…to suck the scarlet out of his lover until he’s had his fill. 

“Fuck’s wrong with you?” Dabi grunts as he looks for the medkit in Hawks’ bathroom cabinets. Hawks mumbles something unintelligible, his voice strained and his gaze distant. 

“Huh?” Dabi blurts, raising an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder at Hawks. 

“Don’t…cover…it up,” Hawks whispers, “Please.”

Dabi stops his search for the medkit, brain reeling from how his composed pet Pro is suddenly losing his goddamn mind over a freshly bleeding gash. He slowly turns around to face the hero, thoroughly unsettled and irritated. 

“You want me to stand here and let it get infected? You’ve seen my body, birdshit, I can’t do that,” Dabi snaps, annoyed. Hawks looks pale in the bathroom light, sweat beading on his forehead as he swallows thickly. 

“You’re acting like you’ve never seen a stab wound before,” Dabi scoffs at the twisted fascination on Hawks’ face.

“I’m…I’m not allowed around trauma calls. Can’t be around blood,” Hawks rasps, voice low and husky; his happy-go-lucky tone has completely vanished. 

“You were around blood in Kyushu,” Dabi retorts, and Hawks subtly shakes his head.

“Sometimes it’s unavoidable,” Hawks replies, still soft.

“You were fine, then,” Dabi snorts, and Hawks takes a deep breath.

“I was fine because…it wasn’t yours ,” Hawks murmurs, and the wheels in Dabi’s head start turning. The calculating, hypnotic stare, the wet corners of Hawks’ mouth, and the trembling in his voice point to one thing.

“God…you’re actually turned on right now,” Dabi chuckles, his face contorting from disturbed to amused as a sly grin spreads across his scar-laden mug. Hawks seems to squirm in place, unable to refute the claim.

“You sick motherfucker,” Dabi sneers, taking a step closer to Hawks, who goes completely rigid once more, eyes trained on Dabi’s exposed flesh. The blood’s already started to coagulate…but that doesn’t matter. Hawks still wants to lick the wound clean. 

“Awww, what’s wrong, birdie? Commission says you can’t have a little taste?” He teases, waving his arm closer, and Hawks feels like he’s going to explode. 

“I don’t wanna hurt you,” Hawks says through gritted teeth.

“I’d turn you into fried chicken if you hurt me,” Dabi huffs matter-of-factly. “Nothing wrong with a little consensual blood play. C’mon. Live a little. You can betray those bastards…for me .” 

Dabi holds his arm out toward the Pro Hero once more, watching him wrestle with his inner demons and instincts. Sure, it might be a little unconventional, but Dabi was anything but conventional. If having him lap at his blood was enough for Hawks to disobey the HPSC, it was enough for Dabi. It was part of the sick thrill of corrupting his new toy. 

A few moments of silence pass…and then…the tension snaps. Hawks grabs the villain’s hand, breathing hard and eyes locked on his target. Dabi flinches at the sudden movement, the thought passing through his head that this might have been a terrible idea…until Hawks begins gently kissing up his hand. Dabi’s expression softens. The winged Pro’s lips travel up Dabi’s wrist, the kisses growing slower and more intentional as it gets to the trail of blood leading to the wound. Dabi inhales sharply when Hawks moans against his skin, his tongue lapping at the dried blood until his scarred skin is spotless, leading to the open slit of skin. Dabi gently bites his bottom lip, swallowing the urge to sigh. He’s much more into this than he thought he’d be. Right before Hawks can reach the gash, Dabi pulls his arm away, making the hero whimper and practically crumble into the ground. Dabi clicks his tongue, his lips curling into a shit-eating grin. 

“Let’s move this to the bed.”

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Dabi shudders as he presses inside Hawks, positioning his forearm beside Hawks’ head. The hero promptly latches on, moaning like a bitch in heat as he suckles the wound, licking it clean. Hawks never slashes. He never chews. He simply traces his tongue in the wound, indulging in the taste of Dabi’s blood. He doesn’t want to hurt him, and this…this is enough. It’s enough to satiate the instinctual drive within him that the HPSC spent years locking down and hiding away. Hawks simply stares up at Dabi, eyes wide yet predatory as he flicks his tongue. Dabi, whose nerves have long been fried, can’t feel the obvious pain. It’s not visceral enough…if anything, it just tickles. Whatever it’s making him feel, part of it is arousal. Hawks has never stared at him this way before. No one has. It makes him feel wanted…no… needed .

“Fuck, baby,” Dabi groans, gently rocking his hips as he ruts up into Hawks. The hero doesn’t even flinch, eyes rolling into the back of his head as he continues to lap at Dabi’s injury.

“Taste so good, Dabs,” Hawks slurs, pulling back to cry out when Dabi hits the right spot deep inside. The tips of his fangs gently press into Dabi’s wrist, biting tenderly to leave an impression in his flesh as drool dips down his chin. Dabi pants, steam rising from his body as his Quirk sets into overdrive with his emotions, threatening to burst free. Dabi doesn’t know how Hawks hasn’t come all over his own stomach yet; he’s never seen the Pro this goddamn hard before. Hawks’ cock bounces idly, untouched, somewhere between red and purple, stiff and covered in precome. Hawks groans, drunk on pleasure as he repeats Dabi’s name over and over. He’s never felt such a euphoric high before…one that the Commission would surely disapprove of. They could go to hell. In this moment…his walls are down…his blood is boiling…he’s in heaven . The taste of Dabi is potent on his tongue, filling his lungs, his mind, and his soul. It’s so toxically intoxicating and overwhelming…he’s obsessed . 

“Gonna come,” Hawks whines pathetically, stuttering as he stares up at his lover, focusing on the ecstasy pumping through his body. Soft “ ah~ah~ah’s ” trickle down from Keigo’s lips as he tenses up, and Dabi fucks him through his orgasm as come spatters across his abdomen. 

“ Shit ,” Dabi moans, his gravelly voice leveling off in an uncharacteristically high pitch as he paints Hawks’ insides white, hips stilling only when his balls are empty. 

Hawks and Dabi stare at each other, panting as the smell of sex sifts through the air. The villain sees the crimson smeared across the hero’s mouth, tainting his sun-kissed skin. It’s such a sadistically beautiful display, cheeks flushed and eyelids heavy. Dabi bends down, tasting his own blood on the hero’s lips as he passionately kisses him. Hawks groans, hands rising up to rest at the back of Dabi’s neck as he deepens the kiss, flicking his tongue into his mouth. Dabi’s gash throbs, the dull pain suddenly becoming very visceral in the afterglow. He’s definitely going to need to clean it up. Hawks disconnects their lips, pulling back and admiring his lover looming over him. 

“You’re too good to me,” Dabi mumbles, shaking his head as he cups the side of Hawks’ face, rubbing his thumb along his cheek. 

“Think I came so hard I blacked out for a bit,” Hawks chuckles, letting the waves of the afterglow wash over him.

“Listen. I still need that medkit,” Dabi huffs, and Hawks grins, his bloodthirst temporarily satiated. 

“I'm good now. Let’s get you patched up.”

[thesakuragarnet]

The Devouring

Summary: After Keigo successfully captures the men who have been hunting them, Touya craves to give in to his draconic instincts.

DabiHawksWeek2024 Prompt Two: Cannibalism/V0re

THIS WORK IS 18+ ONLY! TAGS BENEATH THE KEEP READING SECTION

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! If you aren't looking for the kind of content in the tags, DO NOT READ THIS FIC!!!!!!!!!!

Content warning: Extreme depravity for this day’s theme of dabihawks week. Reading the tags is a must

Third oneshost for my Flames of Fate DabiHawks Fantasy AU

Word Count: 2,420 words

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Tags: DabiHawks, DabiHawks Week 2024, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, fantasy AU, dragon prince Dabi, Siren Hawks, v0re (soft, hard, and fatal), b3lching/b3lch k!nk, swearing, bl00d and g0re, b3lly k!nk, making out, voyeurism, vomiting mentioned

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Ever since the night Touya and Keigo ran away together, Touya had stopped scratching at his scales. He had stopped ignoring his draconic instincts, giving into them rather than shunning them like he had been conditioned. As months passed, the prince’s dragon blood was apparent; he’d come to learn to love himself…to love the curse that had been placed upon him. Keigo had taught him that. However, now that he was neglecting his humanity, he found himself thinking back to that night. The night their seamless plan had dissolved into disaster when the Beast Hunters kidnapped Keigo. It was the night he’d committed murder for the first time. It was the night he’d watched Keigo rip throats out. It was the night their secrets no longer became secrets. It was the night he’d tasted human flesh for the first time. Originally, when he’d changed back to a human, it felt revolting. The concept of biting a human being in half and swallowing him, even if it was to save Keigo, didn’t sit well; quite literally, Touya had thrown up whatever wasn’t digested when he changed back. Still, lately, he’d found himself romanticizing that night, wondering if he just refused to succumb to his instincts. 

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Keigo had been out hunting again with no such luck. The animals have figured out the hunting grounds of the two predators, moving on to safer spaces of the forest. He’d ventured back to the border of the Todoroki kingdom, hoping for just one or two kills he could bring back to his mate. Alas, he was coming up empty-handed…or so he thought.

He and Touya had managed to make camp in a cave, living a few miles from the border of Queen Kayama’s kingdom, as they hadn’t been granted amnesty to enter the realm yet. Once their request was answered with a raven, they’d head straight into the depths of the forest, passing through the magical veil and into a land where their identities would be protected. They could set up a new life, and have one of the Queen’s sorceresses build a cottage. They’d already contacted one who lived close enough to the border; in fact, she’d given the two lovers some potions to ward off any attackers in the meanwhile. 

Keigo keeps the alchemist shrinking potion at his hip, the vial glowing magenta as he stalks through the forest. Keigo can survive just fine by drinking animal blood, but Touya needs more than that. It would be different if Touya had access to a farm of some sort, but they haven’t crossed the border yet. His mate has been dealing with withdrawals, occasionally even looking at him like he’s a main course ready to be devoured. He’s used to being babied by the feasts of his royal lifestyle, and their slim pickings over the past months have put wear and tear on Touya’s physique. He’s significantly scrawnier than the well-fed crown prince he’d been in the Todoroki palace. It makes Keigo’s Siren heart sink, knowing he’s somewhat failed to provide for his mate. Like Touya, he’s been more in tune with his instincts away from civilization. Keigo of the Takami Siren tribe was animalistic…having satiated his bloodlust from their narrow escape months before, his mind was more focused on mating season. He’d made a nest in the cave for the two of them. He’d tried to keep Touya warm and satisfied. Now, he’s upset at their situation.

Keigo briefly forgets that he’s supposed to be on the lookout for more Beast Hunters: the gang that stalked and captured “monsters” for the trade, where they’d be slaughtered and cut up or chained and enslaved. So, when he hears the familiar battle cry weaving through his surroundings, he flinches and freezes up.

“Let’s get ‘em, boys!” One cries out, and five burly men jump out of the shadows of the night in the forest, blocking his path. Keigo panics, and the flashback of being tied up and slashed by the original gang of Beast Hunters months ago slips through his brain. Before anyone can react, Keigo uncorks the alchemist potion and throws the glass bottle at the feet of the group. The glass shatters, shrouding the gang in a bubblegum-colored cloud.

When the pink smoke clears, the group of Beast Hunters has been reduced to the size of spice vials. Keigo leaps forward, scooping the scurrying shrunken idiots up into his rucksack as he ties it tight.

…

…

Touya’s hungry . One can only eat squirrels and deer for so long before one gets bored…before the tastes all start to blend together…until it tastes like nothing. Touya’s anxiously pacing the floor of the cave, his stomach panging, growling so loud it might as well shake the foundation. Keigo was going out hunting this morning so Touya wouldn’t risk transforming and giving their location away. It was getting harder and harder not to give in to his draconic appetite.

Touya stops in his tracks the moment his nose picks up Keigo’s scent getting stronger. It isn’t long before the Siren enters the cave with a tired smile.

“Sorry, honey. Trip came up empty. Managed to catch those bastards that have been tailing us, though!” Keigo beams, holding up the bag of Beast Hunters.

Touya stares at the moving rucksack, salivating before he can wipe his mouth. Keigo notices immediately .

“Maybe…I did find you some dinner after all,” Keigo whistles, watching Touya’s nostrils flare as he inhales the scent of pure-blood human. Keigo opens up the bag, peering at the five scrambling tiny bodies shouting in a chipmunk-esque pitch. Keigo reaches inside and plucks two men from the huddle, one in each clawed hand.

“Want me to feed you, Your Highness?” Keigo sneers, his lips curling into a seductive smirk. Touya’s jaw drops, saliva pooling on his tongue as his stomach painfully growls. He’s under a spell, his basic instincts from the family curse plaguing his mind and heart: a desire for an empty void to be filled to the brim with flesh and blood and muscle and bone. Touya nods eagerly, brainwashed by hunger, ignoring the fact that he’s about to devour five human beings; he sinks to sit against the cave wall, and Keigo sits beside him.

Carefully, Keigo lowers one of the men into Touya’s mouth, forcing him onto his tongue. The Beast Hunters in the bag wait in dreaded silence…and Touya closes his jaws.

The sounds of splintering bone and shrieks of agony pierce through the cave as Touya begins to chew. Blood spurts into his mouth, coating his tongue with the sweet taste as the cries quickly cease. He tries not to moan at the flavor; it’s like he’s finally breathing after drowning for so long. Fresh. Sustainable. Meat. The other Beast Hunters listen to the distinct sounds in complete horror and shock. The man in Keigo’s other hand faints. Touya swallows thickly, feeling the remains of the Beast Hunter sliding down his throat, sitting heavy in his stomach. He sighs as he licks the blood from his lips. The dragon within seems pleased, but not satiated. He’s still hungry. Abhorrently hungry. The taste of iron is overwhelming in his mouth, and he runs his tongue over his teeth, sucking clean any stray red strips that got caught between his fangs. He’s nowhere near full. The draconic acid buildup probably dissolved everything instantly, judging by the subtle hiss emanating from his middle. If it’s one thing he learned since the curse had activated, it was that his stomach was strong . 

“Feel better?” Keigo asks, head cocking in a very analytical manner, and Touya shakes his head. 

“I’m fucking starving , Kei,” Touya half-groans-half-growls, his voice taking on that monstrous edge Keigo had grown familiar with. 

“Might as well eat the rest. That way the spell won’t wear off…and they won’t squeal about us,” Keigo grins innocently, as if he hadn’t been planning on feeding him every last one of the bastards since he walked back home. 

“Open wide, Your Highness,” Keigo coos with a sly smirk, dangling the fainted Beast Hunter by the back of his coat, fingers pinched daintily as he holds the man over Touya’s head. The dragon prince leans back again, opening his maw, and the Siren unceremoniously drops him. This time, Touya simply swallows him whole, not bothering to savor the flavor, and Keigo intently watches the bulge slide down Touya’s throat before disappearing past his collarbone. Touya’s stomach distends ever so slightly, gurgling as it promptly digests its new meal. Touya hums, indulging in the feeling of his stomach slowly filling up. It feels so relieving…borderline arousing. His draconic side stirs, Touya’s pupils momentarily shrinking to slits, and greed fills his veins. Touya reaches over Keigo into the rucksack, grabbing one of the thrashing bodies inside and pulling him out into the open. The man is screaming, beating at Touya’s fingers to no avail as the cursed prince drools, licking his lips as he stares at his prey. Keigo gets a sick thrill out of the display, squirming in his seat.  

The man shouts obscenities that fall on deaf ears, partially because his voice has become so high-pitched that it’s unintelligible.

“Hope you squirm on the way down,” Touya rasps before he lowers the Beast Hunter into his mouth, lips wrapping around his legs before he starts ravenously slurping him down his gullet like a noodle. The man disappears into his mouth with a slick pop, and Touya lathers him with his tongue, seeming indifferent to the taste before he gulps thickly. His eyes roll back into his head, and he grunts as the man struggles against the powerful muscles of Touya’s throat; nonetheless, he succumbs, and plummets to the depths of Touya’s belly. 

“Oh, fu- UUOORP -uck,” Touya’s groan is interrupted by a hearty, deep belch as he focuses on the panic ensuing in his gut. The man’s incessant screams sound muffled, and Touya lifts up his tunic to see his bloated stomach lurch as his first conscious, live victim pounds on his stomach walls. Keigo’s eyes are locked on, heart pounding at the sight. Something about watching his mate’s satisfaction makes his heart throb . 

“ Gods ,” Touya huffs, stomach rumbling before he presses his fist against his mouth, muffling a lengthy closed-mouth burp. He sighs when it ends, turning his attention back to the remaining two men. At this point, he’s full, but the greed of his dragon’s blood boils in his veins. He stares longingly, eyes bulging, and Keigo catches on. 

“Lemme feed you the last ones,” Keigo trills, reaching into the rucksack and snatching up another victim. Touya watches intently, tongue feeling like lead in his mouth as his lover brings the prey to him. His jaws part, and Keigo shoves the writhing Beast Hunter into the bloodstained, cavernous void; the prince’s lips close around Keigo’s fingertips, and he sucks on them, maintaining direct eye contact as he savors the flavor of his meal. Touya pulls back, leaving Keigo’s fingers covered in saliva before he dips his head back and swallows, pressing his own fingers to his throat so he can feel his thrashing prey’s journey down. This one is significantly more difficult to get down, and Touya whines as he gulps repeatedly, trying to seal his fate. He pounds his chest with his fist, trying to work him down, and, eventually, his sigh of relief proves he was successful. The man immediately starts shrieking, frantically trying to avoid the slowly rising draconic stomach acid. Keigo bites his bottom lip as he watches Touya’s stomach expand that much more; the sounds of draconic digestion are music to his Siren ears. He lifts the final man up into the air, who seems to plead for his life to be spared. 

“Down the hatch, baby,” Keigo trills with a devilish smirk, and Touya eagerly opens his jaws, breathing hot and heavy. Keigo releases the man a few inches above Touya, and the Beast Hunter screeches as he lands on Touya’s warm tongue. Touya voraciously begins chomping down, moaning softly at the flavor of the blood and flesh as he crunches the bones. With a final thick gulp, Touya sends the last Beast Hunter hurtling down into his stomach. Touya grimaces, feeling the Beast Hunters bang on his stomach walls, trying in vain to escape or at least cause him pain. A muffled gurgling noise emanates from his stomach, paired with the violent shouts of his prey, and Touya lurches as yet another crass burp bursts from his lips. Touya groans, leaning back and taking in the sensation of just how heavy his belly feels; he’s stuffed. Keigo gently rests his palms against the bloat, rubbing the soft flesh as Touya stifles another deep belch. His stomach feels uncomfortably tight, but the draconic acid should make short work of his prey within a few hours. 

“You know, you kinda look cute like this,” Keigo croons, nuzzling into Touya’s neck as he gently massages Touya’s stomach. Touya groans as Keigo kneads another eructation out of him, and he lets a low and lazy burp out of the corner of his mouth. 

“Sound cute, too,” Keigo chuckles, arousal boiling in his blood as he rubs the distended tissue. 

“You horny or something, birdie?” Touya huffs.

“Maybe I just have a thing for predators,” Keigo winks, fangs gleaming in the moonlight that pours in through the mouth of the cave. Keigo climbs into his lap, bracing himself against the bulge of Touya’s middle before leaning forward and connecting their lips. Keigo groans, licking at the blood in Touya’s teeth as they passionately kiss, and the dragon prince wraps his arms around the Siren. 

“You feeling good?” Keigo hums into the kiss.

“ So good ,” Touya moans, on the edge of going into a food coma. He hiccups softly, and Keigo presses their lips together for another deep kiss. He’s on cloud nine, having fruitfully provided for his mate and thoroughly enjoyed the display. Touya’s satisfaction is a major turn-on for him, and, if Keigo's mating cycle had lined up, he definitely would’ve spread Touya's legs and bred him until he was spent. Keigo caresses Touya, pulling him close, feeling the warmth of his burbling tummy. Touya breaks the kiss, nuzzling Keigo as they rest against the cave wall. 

“You sleepy?” Keigo asks, and Touya yawns in acknowledgment. 

The dragon prince closes his eyes, letting the sounds of digestion and Keigo’s breathing lull him to sleep.