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Hawks narrowed his eyes as harsh wind rolled over him. It crept under his coat, leaving behind skin covered with goosebumps and chill.
His eyes remained on the building in front of him, a tall, half-demolished structure that had more holes than walls, and the moonlight was streaming down onto the floor of it, bathing it with soft silver coating.
Up until the wind rose again, suffocating the moonlight with dark clouds.
Well, nothing good ever came from procrastinating, Hawks thought gloomily.
The old wood creaked under his steps, singing a melancholic melody of times better than today.
Inside, it wasn't much better. The autumn, midnight chill was still in the air, biting into Hawks' cheeks. On his back, he felt an imaginary weight, but it was familiar. But it wasn't his thoughts; instead, it was a gaze.
He didn't waver, though, until he was in the middle of the temple. The wind there changed into nothing but a weak breeze that set a broken, soundless chimes above the altar in front of him into a light shuffle.
Suddenly, warmth spread over Hawks' back, pouring like water from his shoulders over to the small of his back.
Hawks felt his lips twitch, but he didn't smile.
"Dabi."
Right next to his ear, a low chuckle sent a different kind of goosebumps over his skin. Hands, light as a feather and heavy like chains, appeared on his shoulders, pinning him down.
"Hawks."
Who gave the demon any right to have a voice like that, smooth like silk and dragging like the sweetest honey. It should be annoying, and it used to be. And the worst was that if anyone were to ask Hawks when his opinion on the evil behind him had changed, he couldn't tell.
"So." Dabi leaned to his other ear, and something with a sharp edge waged between Hawks' thighs, sliding up dangerously. Seductively. "I see you considered my offer."
Hawks' mouth suddenly felt as dry as a dessert, his pulse getting humming louder in his ears. He glanced down, between his legs, and smirked.
Still, his voice came out more smother than he intended. "Is that your tail, or are you just happy to see me?"
Dabi laughed, the rich sound resonating in the abandoned temple, and Hawks could swear he could hear the chimes ring. The sound was accompanied by a deep purr and a nuzzle against the crook of Hawks' neck until Dabi rubbed his chin up, breath hot on Hawks' earlobe.
"I'm always happy to see you, hunter."
"I can feel that," Hawks murmured, shifting his weight and feeling the demon's tail which was so (in)conveniently wrapped around his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. Which was the last thing he needed.
Dabi hummed in agreement, and then, his hot hands traveled down to Hawks' waist.
"And I can make you feel so much more," he whispered, the hands continuing to wander under Hawks' shirt, across his underbelly.
Warmth spread through the hands into Hawks' skin, and then some deeper. His knees grew shaky as if the floor was being swept under his feet. He could feel the sensations glut him with desire, his control slipping through the demon's fingers.
And he hated how much he craved it.
Still, needing to keep at least a slight grasp of control, Hawks looked over his shoulder into the glowing turquoise eyes. "This is only because of the deal. You have some fun and then give me the intel from around the city."
It was a relief when his voice didn't shake.
Dabi grinned, showing off the row of sharp teeth. "Don't put on such a sour face, hunter. You are the one who gets most of this... pleasure and the most desired info, yes? In a way, I am nothing but a humble servant."
Hawks scoffed. Humble and servant were the last things that came to his mind when he looked at the demon.
A voice in the back of his head reminded him of the saying his mother used to tell him. The devil rarely came at someone with horns and pitchfork - it came with a soft whisper and promise of everything you ever wished for.
Still, Hawks wasn't an idiot. It was a good deal. All he had to do was have sex, and then he would get the information he needed.
He would not let it come to anything else than physical closeness, he told himself.
Narrowing his eyes, Hawks placed his hand atop Dabi's, allowing it to chase the cold of his fingers away. "If you are a humble servant, then you should do what I say, yeah? So get on with it."
Dabi licked his lips before leaning closer to Hawks. The hunter felt the demon's hot breath against his lips as Dabi whispered: "As you wish," and then pressed their lips together.
The angle was awkward, yet somehow, Dabi made it work - perhaps with the purr in his throat, or the arms tightening around Hawks, or (and this was most likely) with the hot tongue immediately demanding entrance which Hawks was helpless to refuse.
To mask the shiver which went through him when Dabi's tail tightened around his thigh, Hawks raised his hand and grabbed Dabi's hair, slightly pulling him away.
Which would be much easier if the man didn't growl, deep in his throat, stirring more of the damned desire in Hawks.
"Wait," he murmured. "First, I want the info I asked you about... the vampire who kills around the city center?"
Dabi grinned, then a surprised yelp escaped Hawks throat when he leaned closer and licked his cheek.
Hawks shivered in what he would like to pretend to be lust, then complained, "This is not nearly as hot as you think it is!" but his protests were quickly dismissed when Dabi took him by the hips and turned him around.
"I don't care... I wanted to taste you. And tease you," Dabi proclaimed with a cocky smirk and a glint of mischief in his eyes. "And, to answer your question, I told you I want a payment beforehand."
Hawks scowled but didn't resist when Dabi started to mouth his jaw and nip his way down his neck. How could he when it made the warmth pool in his underbelly spread so delightfully?
"But-" Hawks somehow managed to start. "-how do I know you'll follow the deal?"
"Please," Dabi lolled backward, still smiling down, thumbs rubbing circles into Hawks' hips. "I am a demon. How would we get anything without credibility? You will get exactly what you asked for, Keigo."
A cold shiver went down Hawks' spine, and his hands immediately grabbed onto Dabi's wrists, squeezing them painfully, even if the demon didn't show any discomfort.
He spoke quietly, slowly.
"Don't call me that."
"Aw," Dabi said in full mockery. "Did I hit a sore spot, Hawks? Here, let me make it better for you."
Before Hawks could protest, not that he would, Dabi cupped his cheeks with both hands and kissed him again, deeper this time. Hawks could feel the sharpness of Dabi's teeth when the demon let Hawks' tongue in, briefly, before he began to hungrily explore Hawks' own mouth. He always loved to tease, to taste Hawks, to make him subdue.
Even now, although it was Hawks who called this meeting, it was Dabi holding him.
And it didn't take long for Dabi's hands to be everywhere. Somewhere in their little dance of bodies, tongues, and eager fingers, their shirts got disregarded on the floor, and the chilly air was filled with soft moans and wordless pleas for more.
Ones that Dabi happily complied with.
He laid Hawks down on the floor, which should feel cold, but instead, the heat spread inside him, the desire in his underbelly as well as Dabi's hot hands and possibly devilish magic.
Hawks decided to let himself worry about Dabi's side of the deal later if necessary. The demon did have a very good point. And by that, Hawks meant the way his lips were teasing his nipple and hands trailing across his back and under his butt.
A sharp yelp escaped Hawks when Dabi dug his claws into the firm muscle, and the pain mingled well with the pleasure from him rolling his hips down, creating blissful friction right against Hawks' cock.
"You always make the sweetest sounds," Dabi murmured deeply, hot breath directed right at Hawks' ear.
It was a sly action. More so since Hawks knew that demons didn't need to breathe, and it was entirely deliberate.
"And you always take too damn long," Hawks complained.
"Oh, is that why you came here already prepared and slick for me?"
Hawks rolled his eyes. Fuck demons and their... knowing!
"If I tell you yes, will you shut up and fuck me already?"
Dabi laughed, a sound which made his heart skip a beat. Then, he pulled away slightly from Hawks so that they could look at each other, and the sensation of his heart only got worse when he noticed the grin on Dabi's lips.
"As you wish," the demon purred seductively, and Hawks wondered if he wasn't an incubus after all.
Before he could give Dabi's nature more thoughts, however, Dabi slid his hand further down. His palm caressed the bruising skin of Hawks' ass while it moved to the well-lubed entrance, and Hawks gasped in surprise.
Another rich laugh before Dabi stole another kiss from him, more forceful this time, and Hawks was helpless to stop the moan that dragged into the kiss as the feeling of a forked tongue and sharp teeth biting into his lower lip, bringing a metallic taste to the kiss.
And Hawks wouldn't love it any other way.
Distantly, he realized that over the hum in his ears caused by his own heart, he could still hear the chimes playing.
"Why are you doing that?" he asked once Dabi drew away, only to start mapping a way down Hawks' neck and chest with kisses and nips on his skin.
When Dabi looked up, Hawks felt as if he was drowning in turquoise.
"Because you love it."
And suddenly, Hawks' mouth went dry. He had no reply or clever retort to that.
Thankfully, Dabi saved him from one as he licked Hawks' hard cock, from the root to the tip with which he then played, pressing his tongue into the tiny slit, making Hawks' eyes roll back into his head, and a loud, lewd noises fall from his lips. Any thoughts about replying were dissolving in the sheer pleasure the demon brought.
Chuckling, Dabi was clearly satisfied with his teasing.
Without waiting for an invitation, not that he would need one anymore, Dabi then pulled away, too soon for Hawks' taste. He already missed the heat of his tongue and the pressure on the tip of his cock.
Hawks' heart pounded in his ears when he felt Dabi line up against his entrance, and he reached and grabbed Dabi by his arm, not to stop him but to feel him.
Dabi only chortled again before, finally, blissfully, sank into him, and Hawks swore his heart skipped a beat when he felt himself being stretched to his limit, despite all the preparations he had beforehand.
Nobody else could give this to him but Dabi, he had already tried.
"Why, hunter, you think the most flattering thoughts," Dabi grinned down at him, stopping halfway in to give Hawks time to adjust.
Time which Hawks, upon hearing the words, refused.
He grinned his hips down, and two groans filled with desire filled the air.
"I thought I told you to get out of my head, demon," Hawks hissed, but it came out more breathless than he intended.
Dabi laughed again, but Hawks took pride in how winded he sounded.
However, before he could taunt Dabi about it, he pulled out, almost all the way out, only to slam his hips down the next second, and all Hawks' thoughts were overflown by the sparkles of pleasure going down his spine.
Immediately needing more, Hawks dug his nails into Dabi's shoulder, dragging him down, and wrapped his legs around his waist.
"Harder," he commanded into Dabi's ear.
And Dabi shuddered, hand traveling down to Hawks' hips to grip on it painfully, but it only gave the pleasure the right edge.
Then, all Hawks could focus on was the cock pounding into him, the hands and later lips on him. He was kissed, bit, and squeezed. Dabi pushed and pulled at him and hammered.
Hawks would probably feel embarrassed about the high-pitched sounds leaving his lips every time Dabi hit the spot inside him that made him see stars and forget about anything else.
Way before he was ready, he felt the pool of pleasure that Dabi was filling with every single thing he did to him. He tightened up around Dabi and squeezed his eyes shut, desperately trying to hold n the feeling.
A loud whine fell from his lips as Dabi slammed into him one last time, pushing him over the edge, into the embrace of absolute satisfaction, and he had no choice but to come.
And Dabi fucked him through his orgasm, making Hawks moan helplessly at the overstimulation before, finally, he came as well.
Hawks groaned when he felt Dabi's cum inside him, hot and sticky but not unpleasant.
For several minutes, the hunter laid there under the demon, heaving and trying to catch his breath while also looking anywhere but Dabi's face. He knew what he would find - the self-assured smirk. Because, and they both knew, that even if Hawks was the one who seemingly got the most of their bargain, ultimately, Dabi won.
"Now," Dabi purred, without as much as pulling out of Hawks - not that he was ready to complain, not when Dabi's weight felt so good on him, and his tail suddenly under Hawks' chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. "You may get your precious price, Keigo. What intel do you wish to know?"