Archive of Our Own

There is a chill in the air, leaves skittering across the sidewalk and crunching underneath shoes. A full moon sits high in the sky, obscured by the many clouds overhead. On a normal night, the atmosphere would be downright eerie. The kind of October night that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end, with the incessant sensation of being watched from the sinister fog settling over the world.

Groups of kids in their costumes—everything from ghosts and ghouls, vampires and princesses, superheroes and firefighters—hurried from house to house, followed closely by parents snapping pictures and holding coats. The laughter and joy heard up and down the street clashed with the haunting atmosphere just enough to make you forget, enough for your guard to drop.

"Remind me why I'm doing this again?" Touya mutters, his arms piled up with coats.

Ahead of him, Shouto and his friends walk up the path to yet another house. Katsuki, in a Superman costume complete with foam muscles, is arguing around Shouto at Izuku, who's wearing another version of a Superman costume. They'd been going at it since realizing they'd picked the same costume, accusing one another of copying their outfits, as if there weren't ten other kids in the same three block radius with the same idea.

Shouto, as always, is the picture of calm in the middle of them, a sly little grin on his face. He dressed up as a doctor this year, with scrubs and a stethoscope and one of those headlamp things that doctors wore. For whatever reason, the kid always had a fascination with medicine. From the moment he could walk, he'd waddle around the house, performing "check-ups" on all the family members, taking his "job" very seriously.

Sometimes Touya wonders if Shouto somehow knew how broken they were, as individuals and as a family, even at such a young age.

He'd tried to talk Shouto into a better costume, something to match his friends, something less boring, as he'd put it, but Shouto held out strong, and Touya had learned long ago that there was no point in arguing with a ten-year-old.

Especially Shouto. The kid was relentlessly stubborn and impossible to deter.

The arm around his waist tightens, Keigo shifting to rest his chin on Touya's shoulder. "Because you're a great big brother."

Touya scoffs. "Yeah, okay."

"It's true." Keigo nuzzles into him, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek. "The best."

"And you're a fucking sap," he shoots back, a healthy flush creeping up his cheeks.

Before Keigo can comment on it, and tease him relentlessly, Fuyumi and Natsuo come to a stop next to them, out of breath from trying to catch up.

Fuyumi's hair is flying all over the place, escaping from under her hat, her cheeks and the tip of her nose bright red. She pulls her coat tight around her. "Sorry we're late, Touya-nii!"

Beside her, Natsuo has his hands in his pockets, watching as Shouto and his friends walk back from the house with their bags full of candy. Having turned fourteen a couple months ago, Natsuo was 'too old' for trick-or-treating, according to him, though the longing in his eyes told a different story.

Touya made a mental note to pick up some candy for the kid later. It wouldn't be the same as dressing up and getting his own, but the thought was there, and he'd still get some joy out of it. Hopefully.

He shoves the coats into Natsuo's hands, who grumbles but shifts them around so they're secured under an arm. "It's okay. Are you sure you'll be okay by yourselves?"

Fuyumi rolls her eyes. "I'm only a year younger than you, Touya. And I babysit them all the time since you left for university. I'll be fine. Besides, Nat will help, right?" She bumps his shoulder.

"Sure," he mumbles, scrolling through his phone. Touya's not even sure he knows what he just agreed to.

"See?" Fuyumi beams, confident as ever. "What are you guys up to tonight?" she asks them.

"I think we might meet up with Tenko and the others for a bit. Then probably just going back to the dorms."

Touya doesn't dare tell her the truth—that, after hanging out with their friend group for a reasonable amount of time, he fully intends on taking his boyfriend apart over and over again at some love hotel across town, for as long as time allows.

He's not so sure Fuyumi would really appreciate that little bit of information anyway.

Keigo hums in agreement next to him. Touya can't tell if the flush on his cheeks is from the cold or the reminder of what's to come. The dirty little promises he's been whispering in the blond's ear ever since picking him up tonight.

Fuyumi frowns, eyes narrowing. "You aren't getting into trouble, are you? I know Tenko can be a bit…convincing."

Touya scoffs. Keigo laces their fingers together. "Please, Yumi. As if that little twerp can convince me to do anything. We're just going to play a few games, have a couple of drinks, then head home."

Shouto looks up at him, Katsuki and Izuku stuck to either side of him. "You're leaving, nii-san?"

He almost feels bad, looking down into the little punk's wide, pleading puppy dog eyes, the way his lip juts out in an adorable pout. Shouto always knew exactly how to get exactly what he wanted. Youngest kid syndrome or whatever.

But, unfortunately for him, the warm hand intertwined with Touya's had all of his attention at the moment.

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The abandoned house they would meet Tenko and the crew at is set at the end of a quiet street on the outskirts of town. Long abandoned and left to rot. The paint has long since peeled off the wooden siding, glass shattered in some of the window panes from past vandalism and age. The roof above the front porch sags dangerously as they walk up the stairs, careful to watch where they step.

The door creaks as Touya forces it open. Keigo's hand tightens in his.

"Tou…are you sure we should be here?" he asks, his voice shaky.

Touya looks back into wide amber eyes. Keigo's blond curls are falling into his face, rosy cheeks partially hidden in the red scarf he has wrapped around his neck. He looks so adorable Touya can't help but lean in and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

"It'll be fine, Kei. I promise. I'll keep you safe from any scary ghosts," he teases. Keigo smacks his arm.

"Not funny," he grumbles. "Asshole."

"I'm sorry." Touya pulls him in for a kiss, hands cupping cold cheeks. Keigo shudders in his arms and, suddenly, Touya's not too keen on staying either. "I promise, we'll just stay for a bit. Then, you're all mine." His words end in a possessive growl, capturing his lips again.

"Jesus…already?" Tenko sighs in exasperation, poking his head out from a room down the hall. He glowers at them, rolling his eyes. "If you two lovebirds are done, we're ready."

Touya ignores him, looking back at Keigo. Gauging his mood. He seems a bit more relaxed than he was a moment ago, but Touya still wanted to make sure he was okay. "The second you feel uncomfortable, we leave. Okay?"

Keigo's eyes soften, his muscles relaxing. "Yeah. Okay."

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"What the fuck is this?"

Touya comes to a stop right in the entryway of what must've been a living room at some point in time. The furniture left behind is draped in white cloth, a healthy coat of dust covering every surface. In the center of the room, carved into the floor, is a large pentagram, symbols marking both the inside and outside, in a way that seems both planned and completely random.

"Touya-kun! Keigo-kun!" Toga jumps up from where she's sitting, legs crossed, on the floor, launching herself at them. Keigo manages to untangle their hands in time to catch the little psycho, patting her on the back placatingly.

"Hey guys! Welcome to the party! Who the hell invited you?" Jin waves from his seat on the floor, at the other side of the cursed symbol.

Iguchi sits next to him, nodding his head in greeting. Tenko's flipping through a book, its pages old and weathered, on the verge of crumbling at his fingers. Touya can't make out the text from this far away, but what he can see is a symbol similar to the one drawn on the floor. When he flips to the next page, the words "Incubus" stand out in bold ink at the top.

He takes Keigo's hand again, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into the back of it.

"We're summoning a demon!" Toga exclaims, smile manic and eyes shining with excitement.

Touya feels decidedly less excited about the whole ordeal and, from the way Keigo's hand tightens in his, the feeling is shared between the two of them.

"Summoning a demon, huh? You sure that's a good idea?" he asks, his voice a lot more relaxed than how he currently feels.

"Tenko found a book in some back-alley bookstore and thinks he's a fucking sorcerer now or something," Iguchi explains, rolling his eyes. "I told him it's probably a fake but…" He shrugs his shoulders, letting the sentence trail off. Not that he needs to finish that thought. Tenko's inability to quit while he's ahead is well-documented.

Tenko shoots him a glare. "Fuck off. It's real." He goes back to reading, eyes skimming the page before nodding to himself. "Everything should be ready. We just need to take our places and begin the ritual." He looks up, his grin more demonic than whatever he thinks he's on the verge of summoning tonight.

Sitting at the end of one tip of the pentagram, he gestures to Touya and Keigo. "Since there's six of us just…sit together or something. We just need someone at each point."

Touya frowns. "You sure that's…allowed, or whatever?"

Tenko shrugs. "Yeah. Should be fine."

And yeah, that makes Touya feel better.

He turns to Keigo, gauging his well-being. "What do you say? Wanna indulge him?"

"I don't know…"

"C'mon guys!" Toga whines, bouncing back to her designated spot and plopping down. "Like Iguchi-kun said, it probably won't even work anyways. But it'll be fun! And besides, it could be a nice demon!"

Keigo still looks a little apprehensive, though Touya can't blame him. He's not too thrilled himself, but Iguchi is right. The chance that the book is actually real, that they were actually going to summon a demon or an incubus or whatever, was slim to none. It's not like demons even existed anyway. This was just a bit of Halloween fun, a way to get into the holiday spirit or whatever.

His boyfriend must feel the same, because he finally sighs in resignation. "Fine. But anything happens and we bail."

"Agreed."

They walk over to the pentagram. Touya takes a seat at the point, pulling Keigo down into his lap and wrapping an arm around his waist, nuzzling into unruly blond hair and pressing a kiss below his ear.

"Okay," Tenko begins. He smiles, flicking his lighter on and lighting the first candle. "Let's begin."

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Shadows flicker on the walls from the waning candle light, wax dripping down the sticks onto the dirty, scuffed-up wood floors. The cold is starting to settle in, blowing through holes in the windows and drafty corners, as the night goes on.

They've been here an hour and not a damn thing has happened, just like Touya thought. Tenko was getting increasingly annoyed, the scowl on his face now permanent as he irritably turns the page, eyes skimming over the passage for the umpteenth time now. Toga and Jin are set back on their elbows, drawing little figures into the floor with the chalk that Tenko had brought. Iguchi is resting his chin on his hand, eyes closed as if he's asleep and…he might actually be asleep.

Touya rests his chin on Keigo's shoulder, his finger tapping a nonsensical rhythm against the blond's skin. He's warm where Touya has his hands buried underneath the baggy sweatshirt Keigo is wearing. Like Touya's personal little heater, which is funny in the sense that it's usually Keigo pressing up against him, complaining about being cold, claiming that Touya is always 'so much warmer'.

Really, he's pretty sure it's just an excuse to cuddle up to him. Not that he minds at all.

He sighs, past the point of boredom. "It's been over an hour. This is a waste of time. I think it might be time to call it quits, Ten."

Tenko's frown deepens and he flips the page. "One more try." He holds out his hands. Everyone straightens with varying levels of exasperation, clasping hands once again. Touya can't be bothered to leave Keigo's warmth, so Keigo reaches out on either side of them, until they're all joined in a circle.

"Ignem caeruleum cuius fumus fulvus est, Advoco ut potentiam tuam, Ferves flammas, huc ades," Tenko starts to mutter.

Touya tightens his grip on Keigo, nipping at his ear lobe. Keigo sharply inhales, squirming on Touya's lap and pressing his ass firmly against him.

"I can't wait to get you alone," he murmurs into Keigo's ear, low enough that it doesn't disturb Tenko's spell or whatever he's trying to do. "I'm going to ruin you." Keigo rocks back, the blush on his cheeks glowing in the candlelight. "I want to see you come undone over and over again, until there's not a single drop left. Until you pass out from the high."

The candles flicker for a moment. Tenko's head shoots up. But then a gust of wind comes through the broken window, making them flicker again. Damn drafty house.

Iguchi sighs. "It's getting late, Ten…and cold. We should get going…before the storm comes in."

"Great idea," Touya agrees, subtly rocking his hips up. Keigo bites his lip as Touya's half-hard cock grinds against his ass. "We've got somewhere to be anyway. Right, pretty bird?"

"Uh. Yep. Yeah. That's right," Keigo squeaks out. Touya dips his head and grins against Keigo's shoulder.

"Yeah, fine. Whatever," Tenko grumbles, tossing the book over into a dusty corner. "It was worth a try."

"Yeah, sure it was." Touya leans forward, pinching the candle at their point in between his two fingers, extinguishing the flame. "Too bad demons aren't real."

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Keigo falls back onto the bed, scooting up until he hits the pillows. Touya doesn't give him much room, following close behind, arms on either side of his head, thighs boxing him in.

Touya can't help but marvel at how beautiful Keigo is and, even more so, how lucky he is that someone like him would ever look Touya's way. Perfect, golden, too good for this world. The kind of person that shovels snow for elderly neighbors and volunteers at soup kitchens and makes friends with everyone in class because he doesn't want anyone feeling left out.

Someone like Touya, with his cynicism and brash nature and callousness, should never even draw Keigo's attention. He's bound to taint that pure heart of his, even if Keigo can't see it himself yet. That's what he does—ruins things. Eventually, Keigo will be added to that list as well.

But for now, he's going to pour every ounce of affection and longing and desire into each kiss, each touch, that he possibly can. He wants to show Keigo how much he cares, even as misplaced as it is, because Keigo is everything. He's the only one who managed to pull him from the wreckage of that house and give him something to live for. He's the only one who looked at him like he was worth a damn, without past baggage getting in the way. It wasn't the same kind of pity or resignation he saw in Fuyumi or Natsuo's eyes, nor the wistful ignorance in Shouto's.

It was a clear, calculated, decisive choice to see Touya for everything he was. Good, bad, and ugly. Keigo chose to love him despite his failures and that was worth more than he could ever say or show. But he'd be damned if he wasn't going to try.

He dips his head and mouths along Keigo's neck, sucking and nipping little marks to replace the ones that have faded since the last time they had a chance to be alone. Keigo squirms beneath him, already breathing heavily, letting out little whimpers that drive Touya on.

Keigo thrusts his hips up and Touya almost loses all control right then and there, gasping as their cocks slide together. "You're going to fucking kill me, Keigo," he growls, lifting his head.

His boyfriend has the audacity to smirk back at him, that mischievous twinkle in his eye that drives Touya absolutely mad. "Well, you're taking long enough. I believe you promised me I'd be seeing stars." Keigo quotes his words from earlier back to him, like the little brat he is.

Touya’s snarky reply is cut off when the lights flicker overhead a couple times before they go out completely, bathing the room in an eerie, oppressive darkness. There's a strange sound coming from the far corner of the room—like the swishing of fabrics against each other, the faint jingling of metal. An overpowering stench fills the air—sulfur and burning charcoal. It smells…old. Not in the same way one might describe mothballs or mildew, but in an ancient, powerful way. Like leather-bound books written centuries ago, the slow decay and rot of mummified remains after being sealed in their tombs.

"Touya?" Keigo's voice is small in the silence of the room, his breath ghosting over Touya's cheek. He's trembling, muscles pulled taut. Even though the darkness obscures even the small space in between them, Touya can tell they're looking in the same direction.

Both of their gazes are drawn towards the pitch-black corner of the room as it's suddenly illuminated by two pairs of eyes. One an electric blue, the other like melted gold.

Keigo gasps, breathing out a panicked 'what the fuck'. The eyes never waver, never even blink, as they stare back.

"Who the fuck are you? This is our room," Touya calls out, arms tightening around Keigo underneath him.

He tries to muster enough authority in his voice to betray his fear—a cold stone of dread sinking to the pit of his stomach with every second that passes by. Whoever these people were, they weren't your average intruders, that much was clear from the way those eyes shone through the dark, in a way that wasn't normal. In a way that was inhuman.

A chuckle, coming from the one on the right, if the way those golden orbs narrow, its face crinkling into a smile, is any indication. "I think you were right, hot stuff. They've got spirit."

The blue eyes move off-kilter, as if the individual is tilting its head, studying them, stripping them bare, layer by layer. "Have I ever been wrong, birdie?"

"Get the fuck out," Touya snarls, lifting off of Keigo and putting himself in between him and the two intruders. Not that Keigo needs the protection—he's been studying a mixture of karate and judo for years now, and can more than hold his own in a fight. But, that doesn't mean Touya's going to sit there and let anything even come close to touching him. "Or I'll…call the police."

A blink of an eye is all it takes—literally. Those two orbs of electric blue close and, when they appear again, are inches from Touya's face. He jolts back, an involuntary gasp leaving him at the sudden proximity.

"Now why would you do that?" The intruder drawls, completely unaffected and undeterred, if not a little amused. "You're the one who summoned us, after all."

"What are you talking about?" Keigo asks from behind him, peaking over Touya's shoulder, the hand at Touya's waist tightening.

"Oh, they're positively adorable, Dabi!" The golden-eyed intruder slides up to 'Dabi's' side, eyes widening with interest. Pupils, slit vertically like a cat's, slide from Touya to Keigo and back, slow and appraising, as if it can see them perfectly in the darkness. "So naive. So oblivious."

"You really shouldn't play with spells you know nothing about, human. Demons can be quite…dangerous."

"Demons? But—" Keigo sucks in a breath, nails digging into Touya's side. "Oh fuck."

Despite the fact that they can't see the figure's face, besides its eyes, Touya knows with certainty that the blue-eyed one grins wide, teeth bared at them. "Oh fuck, indeed."

Blue eyes close again. Keigo yelps, knocking Touya forward as he leans away from his side of the bed. Touya almost falls right into gold eyes, but manages to brace himself. When he looks back, the blue eyes are behind him, studying Keigo with a curious look.

Touya instinctively reaches around him, shielding Keigo. "Get the fuck away from him."

He feels a hot breath against his skin. He whips his head around, coming face to face with the creature, their noses all but touching. From this close, gold eyes illuminate a little bit of the demon's face. Sharp cheekbones, a pointed nose, and twin fangs smiling back at him. Golden curls fall into bushy eyebrows.

For a demon, he looks…normal. Almost beautiful. Familiar.

He looks like Keigo.

Touya sucks in a breath, and the demon's smile grows wider. "Smart boy. We figured you would respond best to a…recognizable form."

"If your friend had bothered to do his research, he would know that incubi, like us, aren't the type to reveal ourselves for something as trivial as entertainment." The Dabi creature explains. "At least, not the 'breaking into an abandoned house and fooling around' kind of entertainment. We're very…selfish creatures."

The room spins as Touya tries to find the words. The book was fake. There was no such thing as demons, and this all had to be a horrible nightmare he was going to wake up from, any minute now.

"Incubi?" Keigo asks, hesitantly, backing up against the headboard when Dabi leans in towards him.

Touya tenses, ready to get between them, when a cold finger curls under his chin, directing his attention back onto the golden-haired one. A sharp, curved talon follows the line of his jaw and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear.

"You may know us as…sex demons."

He vaguely hears Dabi answer, a pleasant haze suddenly clouding his thoughts. His eyes flutter closed, the hand caressing his face carding through his hair and scratching at his scalp. The side that's pressed up against Keigo tingles. It feels like being dipped into a warm bath, soothing and invigorating, all at once.

The arm he has thrown over Keigo droops, resting on his thigh. He starts moving it up and down, reveling in how soft Keigo's freckled skin is. How has he never noticed before? He never wants to stop touching him.

"That's right," the honeyed smooth voice whispers in his ear. The fog in Touya's head seems to thicken, all the fear from a few moments earlier leaving him. In its place, a new sensation—longing, desire so strong it rips the air from his lungs.

Touya lets the hand at his chin move his head to the side. A mouth latches onto his—warm and familiar. Keigo. He kisses him greedily, his tongue diving inside his mouth, a growl escaping him. A taloned hand travels down his throat, a warm mouth nips at his earlobe.

His eyes flutter open. Keigo stares back at him, eyes glassy, a dopey, content smile on his face. Dabi is placing soft kisses at the back of his neck, intense eyes watching Touya from over Keigo's shoulder, and Touya should be jealous. He should be fighting them off, claiming Keigo as his, but he doesn't seem to have it in him. There's no insecurity or possessiveness, in sharing Keigo with these beings. It feels…right. Exciting.

A moan falls unbidden from his lips. The hand at Keigo's thigh kneads at his skin, slowly moving its way up, brushing against the blond's swollen cock. Keigo's hips jump as he gasps, his head falling back against the wooden headboard.

"Incubi can only be summoned by those with intent and desire powerful enough to be worth our time. The rest of your group were mind-numbingly boring, but you two…" Dabi takes a handful of Keigo's hair in his fist and pulls his head to the side, exposing his throat. A forked tongue flicks out of his mouth, licking along his Adam's apple. "You two were different."

"How?" Touya manages to breathe out.

"Well, you two are driven by more than mere lust," Dabi answers. "You love each other. Deeply. And true love," he nips at Keigo's shoulder again, making the blond gasp,. "has the sweetest taste of all."

"Love the likes of which the two of you feel for each other can satiate our appetites for weeks. You can imagine why we’d be so…interested in giving you a taste. Now, why don't we get you out of these clothes, sweet thing?" The one at his ear purrs, nipping at his earlobe again.

Touya thinks he nods, pulling at the shirt he hadn't yet gotten off. With some help, though he can't figure out whose hands are on him, the shirt disappears, thrown into a corner, followed quickly by his boxers. His cock, swollen and throbbing an angry red, precum glistening on the tip, bounces against his stomach. He exhales in relief—the cold air of the room feels good against his fevered skin.

Beside him, Keigo is divested of his own clothes, until they're both stark naked against the white bedsheets.

Dabi nips at the skin of Keigo's throat and Keigo moans, hands frantically grabbing at Touya to bring him closer. Touya goes willingly, lips crashing against his boyfriend's as hands wander up and down both of them, kneading and groping at tired muscles and tingling skin, leaving not a single inch untouched.

"You can call me Hawks," the golden-eyed one whispers between them. "My partner over there goes by Dabi. And we're so pleased to make your acquaintances."

"T-Touya." Keigo whines. "Fuck, I need you so fucking bad." The sentence ends in a growl, uncharacteristic of the blond but the pure neediness in his voice has Touya reaching over, trailing a hand across Keigo's stomach and wrapping his hand around his cock. Keigo's hips buck up as he cries out.

"Don't neglect him, pretty thing," Dabi purrs low into Keigo's ear.

Keigo reaches over at the demon's insistence, curling his hand around Touya's hard length, his thumb swiping its head and smearing precum down his shaft. Touya's mouth drops open in a silent scream, a bolt of electricity coursing through his body at the touch.

Sex with Keigo has always been insanely good. Their chemistry is unlike anything Touya has ever experienced before, and he's confident that it's the same for his boyfriend. They were insatiable, obsessed, completely taken with each other in every way.

But this…this was so much more. This was divine, which is more than ironic considering the two warm bodies crowding either side of them. This was temptation and sin and compulsion too strong to comprehend.

"W-why does…fuck…" Touya licks his lips, attempting to speak again. "Why does t-this…feel so, agh, good?"

Keigo whimpers, nodding his head in agreement from where it's dropped against Touya's shoulder. Dabi gently tucks one of Keigo's curls behind his ear.

"Oh, we haven't even gotten started, firefly." One of Hawks' hands finds Touya's nipples, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Touya almost cums on the spot. "Dabi…why don't you set the mood?"

Dabi scoffs, mumbling something about 'fucking pain in the ass, why did I ever get paired with you' before snapping his fingers. In an instant, the room illuminates, dozens of candles floating around the bed, small blue flames burning at the wick.

For the first time since the lights went out, Touya and Keigo are able to see the figures crowding them, and the sight makes his heart pound.

Dabi is tall and lean, a patchwork of scarred skin visible on his exposed arms and chest. His hair is jet black, with two dark, purple horns protruding from his head, curling down and around like that of a ram's, and his face is littered with metal piercings, glinting in the candlelight. A sheer skirt is wrapped around his lower half, his long, thick cock hanging between his legs. It's ribbed, five measured bumps along the underside that Touya can see, each one decorated with a metal barbell. A tail swishes behind him, thin with a spaded tip.

His mouth waters.

Turning his head, he takes a good look at the one who called himself 'Hawks'. Like he'd noticed before, he looks a lot like Keigo and…now that he thought about it, Dabi resembled him in some ways as well. He's also shorter, stockier, than Dabi, and packed with a bit more muscle, his cock slightly girthier but missing the glint of metal. But where Dabi resembles a human in most regards, Hawks is different. 

Touya's eyes widen as he takes in the massive, blood-red wings mantling above the bed. They shimmer in the candlelight. It takes him a moment to figure out why—they’re changing, soft plumage going hard and back again, so the light is reflecting off the hardened surface for that split second. It’s fascinating and more than he can comprehend at the moment. If he didn't know any better, the look the demon gives him is anything but holy, he'd think Hawks was an angel rather than a demon.

Touya's fingers twitch with the need to reach out and touch the crimson feathers—to see how soft they feel on his skin. He wants them on his skin. More than anything.

Hawks' horns are also different, shorter and sticking up straight from his crown of golden curls, the same red color as his wings. And, from what Touya can see, he's lacking a tail.

Hawks grins down at him, displaying fangs similar to Dabi's. "See something you like, firefly?"

Touya gulps, his hand tightening around Keigo’s length. At his side, Keigo has a similar reaction, absently stroking Touya up and down. Where there should be fear, screaming and running after coming face to face with monsters, there's only an urge to touch, a yearning to be touched in return.

He wants their hands on him, on Keigo, everywhere and anywhere he can get them. He wants to be devoured, consumed, completely destroyed beyond recognition. Longing, thick and heady, thrums between them, impossible to ignore.

He wants…He wants—

Without warning, Touya gasps, cum shooting from his cock and painting his stomach white. He thrusts his hips through the orgasm, fireworks shooting up his spine. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy fuck. I'm—I can't—"

Hawks dips down as his words devolve into gibberish, crawling up Touya's legs, a forked tongue flicking out and licking up every single drop of cum as it cools on his skin. A low growl sounds from his throat, golden eyes flying up to lock with Touya as he watches, completely fascinated.

"Why don't you return the favor, huh, Touya?" Dabi croons from his side.

Touya turns his head, looking through dazed eyes at Keigo. His skin is flushed, eyes half-lidded and fogged over. His hips thrust up and down lazily as his hands clench into the bedsheets underneath him.

"Kei," he mumbles. Keigo's head lolls to the side, locking eyes with him. He bites his bottom lip and Touya closes the distance, sucking it into his mouth and nipping at the swollen skin. Keigo groans and Touya deepens the kiss, the hand on Keigo's cock picking up speed. Touya swallows down every gasp, every moan, every single little breathless noise Keigo has to make.

"Touya." Keigo gasps out. "Fuck, Touya. You feel so good. You always…fuck… you always touch me so good. Never stop. Please—agh—never stop touching me."

Despite the thick fog clouding his mind, Touya's lucid enough to hear the genuine plea in Keigo's voice. One that goes beyond the physical, the here and now. One that speaks of possession, as if Touya hadn't claimed him long ago.

"Never, Kei. You're mine. You’ll always be mine," he growls, swiping his thumb over the tip of Keigo's cock, using the precum to create a wet slide for each thrust.

Keigo's panting now, high and needy, a moan on the tip of each exhale. Fingers brush against Touya's hand and he looks down to see Dabi gently kneading Keigo's balls, his lips wrapped around one of his nipples and playfully tugging at the nub.

With a loud cry, Keigo thickens further in Touya's hands before cum is spurting from his cock, traveling so far up it covers the side of Dabi's face. The demon moans around Keigo's nipples, releasing it with a pop, as the cum starts to drip down his cheek.

As soon as he lifts his head, Hawks' hand whips over and wraps around Dabi's throat, pulling him towards him. They lean over the bed, above Touya and Keigo's panting frames, and Hawks slowly licks the cum off of him, careful to get every drop. He taps a finger against Dabi's neck and the demon opens his mouth. Keigo spits the mixture of cum and saliva onto Dabi's tongue, purring as he swallows.

It's all so hot, so obscene, that Touya groans, his cock twitching back to life. Hawks looks down on them with a feral grin, eyes gleaming. "Don't worry, firefly. The night's only just begun."

Dabi straddles Keigo's thighs, leaning in and crashing their mouths together in a hungry kiss. Touya can't look away as Keigo eagerly kisses him back. He's so fucking beautiful—flushed skin, sweat dripping down his forehead into his curls, eyes fluttering shut and his body bowing off the bed in an attempt to get closer. And the two of them, together. Fuck, it shouldn't turn Touya on so much, watching his boyfriend kiss someone else.

But he doesn't have time to deliberate on why it doesn't, because Hawks hooks a finger under his chin and turns his head, slamming their lips together. Hawks' mouth is impossibly warm and he tastes surprisingly sweet. Like cherries and a spring breeze. Hawks' tongue pushes into his mouth, twirling around his own, and Touya's head spins.

When Hawks finally breaks away, Touya sucks in a much-needed breath. "Aren't they beautiful?" the demon asks, tilting his head towards Dabi and Keigo. Dabi's hands are on either side of Keigo's head, holding him steady, his hips rocking back and forth on Keigo's lap. Keigo's hands run up and down his side as he matches Dabi's rhythm.

They are beautiful. Touya nods. Hawks growls low in his throat, dipping down to suck and nip along Touya's throat. Touya gasps, hands grabbing Hawks side and around his back, right to the edge of the downy feathers at the junction of his wings. He hesitates.

"Go ahead," Hawks encourages. "We're yours for the night. Take whatever you need."

With the express permission and the thrum of power from such a statement, we're yours for the night, Touya plunges his hands into the feathers at Hawks' back, grabbing two fistfuls. He captures Hawks' lips again as he pulls. The demon moans into his mouth, hips rocking forward. Their cocks brush together and fucking hell, it feels so damn good that Touya cants his hips up and down, using his hold on the demon's wings to thrust against the large, thick cock over and over again.

Fingers ghost down his arm and pull one of his hands away, interlacing their fingers together. Keigo's, Touya thinks absently. He squeezes once, and Keigo squeezes back, as the bed creaks, dipping up and down as they both chase their highs. Hawks releases his lips and Touya tilts his head back towards the ceiling fan, eyes open but unseeing. The demon latches onto one of his nipples, nipping and tugging as their hips continue to rock together. When Touya is on the edge of overstimulation, he switches over to the other one.

Him and Keigo seem to crest over the hill at the same time, their pants and moans and whimpers getting louder and louder until they're pushed over the edge with a final thrust.

“So sensitive,” Dabi murmurs, his deep rasp tinted with amusement. He dips his fingers into the cum on Keigo’s stomach, lifting them to his mouth and licking them clean. Leaning over, he licks Touya’s cum right off of his skin, nipping playfully at his collarbone before pulling away.

"Don't you want to fuck him?" Hawks croons, running a gentle hand through Touya’s hair.

Touya looks over at Keigo, all fucked out and perfect. He nods, frantically, because all he can think about in that moment is plunging into that tight heat he's become so familiar with, burying himself in Keigo as fast as possible, despite the fact that he just finished moments ago.

Keigo looks back at him, exhaustion present around the corners of his eyes, but still, there's that glimmer of lust, growing more and more potent by the second. He nods back, voice pleading. "Yes, yes, yes. God yes, fuck me, Touya."

Dabi chuckles. "I don’t think God’s listening right now. But we can answer your prayers, sweetheart." He and Hawks move out of the way, giving Keigo room to straddle Touya's laps.

Keigo kisses him, slow and syrupy, affectionate and full of love. Touya pulls him closer, cupping his cheeks with both hands and drinking him in. The blond moans into his mouth as Dabi spreads his ass cheeks apart, his thumb pressing against Keigo's rim.

He hums. "One of the perks of being a demon," he murmurs, slowly pushing his index finger into Keigo, "is that you don't have to worry about lube."

Sure enough, even though he hadn't applied any kind of lubricant, his finger still glides in and out of Keigo's hole with a squelching sound, wet and smooth. He works Keigo open, adding another finger every so often, as they exchange slow kisses. Hawks wraps a hand around Touya's cock, working him up and down until he's hard again. His skin is slick with whatever magical substance they're using, leaving his entire body tingling and feverish.

Touya's never done drugs, never felt the need to, but he imagines this is what it must feel, to be high. The feeling is dangerous, addictive, and he never wants it to stop.

Hawks' hand leaves Touya's cock the same time Dabi pulls his fingers from Keigo's ass. Dabi steers Keigo with hands on his hips until he's knelt over Touya, slowly lowering himself onto his cock.

That first inch punches the air from Touya's lungs and his vision whites out. He's almost positive he's going to cum right then and there as Keigo twitches around him, moaning loudly as he continues downward.

"Fuck, Touya."

Touya sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth against the sensations assaulting him from all angles, Hawks hands tweaking and pulling at his nipples, his mouth hot at Touya's ear, trailing kisses down his jaw. "C'mon, sweetheart," he growls as Keigo bottoms out, a sudden flash of possessiveness coating each word. His hands, replacing Dabi's on Keigo's hips, squeeze so hard they threaten to bruise. "Show me who you belong to."

Keigo's eyes darken as he rolls his hips, looking down at Touya hungrily. He bites his bottom lip as he grinds against him again, the motion driving Touya impossibly deeper. Touya's nails dig into Keigo's skin, letting the blond set a rhythm. Dabi and Hawks give them room, moving to the edge of the bed. They nip and lick into each others’ mouths hungrily. With a hand wrapped around their backs, they thrust frenzied fingers into each other’s holes, matching Touya & Keigo’s rhythm.

Or maybe they’re the ones setting the rhythm, and Touya and Keigo are merely slaves to its relentless push and pull. Whatever the case may be, the lewd scene is so attractive, and almost affectionate, in a way, that it drives Touya to the edge in an instant.

"Ohmyfuck - " Touya cries out. "That's - hah - don't fucking stop." He directs the command to all three of them. Dabi lets out a pleased groan, his tail swishing out and knocking Touya's legs apart. The change in angle lowers Keigo even more. All he can do is grind back and forth in slow circles. He bends down and presses a soft kiss to Touya's mouth, grabbing a handful of his white hair and dipping his head back into the pillows to deepen the kiss.

Their sweat-slicked bodies glisten in the candlelight as they drive each other closer and closer to their climax, Keigo's cock trapped between their stomachs, leaking precum onto their skin.

Keigo shoots up, his breath quickening, the measured roll of his hips speeding up. He works himself up and down, bouncing on Touya's cock, their skin slapping with every downstroke. "Touya—" he pants. "I'm close. I'm so fucking close."

Touya groans, pushing his head back into the pillows as his own orgasm approaches. His hands are slack at Keigo's side as he thrusts up in time with each of Keigo's falls. It feels so good, so fucking good but, at the same time, he doesn't want to cum yet. He doesn't want this to end, because he's not sure he can survive another round and there's so much more he wants to do and—

As if reading his thoughts, and maybe they are, Hawks brushes the hair from his forehead. "Don't worry about that. Just let go, beautiful."

With a final shout, Touya thrusts up with all the energy he has left. Keigo almost bounces off his lap but he steadies himself with a hand on Touya's chest and another against the wall. Hot cum spurts from Touya's cock, filling Keigo up.

Before Touya can wrap a hand around Keigo to finish him off, Dabi is behind him, wrapping an arm around Keigo's chest, the other stroking up and down the blond's cock. He keeps him fully seated on Touya as he works him over, even as Keigo shouts out and cums all over Touya's chest. Even afterward, as Keigo slumps back against the demon, his head lolling against a patchwork shoulder.

Hawks leans down and kisses his cheek, down his jaw, until he captures Touya's lips. "You know, you would look so pretty being filled up like that."

"I don't—" Touya tries. He's never bottomed before. Not that he has anything against it or any inclination either way. It's just that, the first time Keigo and him ever had sex, Keigo had offered to bottom, and they kind of just kept it that way. Why complicate things if what they had worked?

But, would he like bottoming? He's not sure. He tries to imagine himself, straddling Keigo's strong legs, bouncing up and down on the blond's perfect cock, taking everything Keigo had to offer him. Looking down to see Keigo slowly unravel, all because of him.

Yeah, he thinks. Fuck yeah, I want to try that.

Hawks mouth splits in a devious grin. With a look to Dabi, they move in sync to pull Keigo off Touya's lap and deposit him on the bed. But when Touya goes to straddle Keigo, Hawks tuts, shaking his head.

"Nuh uh, firefly."

Dabi pushes on his shoulders, guiding him down until he's laying on top of Keigo, with his back to Keigo's front. Strong, familiar arms wrap around him, kisses pressed to the back of his neck along with whispers of love and desire. His arms break out into goosebumps.

"But why—"

"He's going to fuck you, while you fuck me," Hawks drawls, wings mantling outward. The display would be menacing, if Touya didn't find his heart tripping over itself, pounding a thousand miles a second. His cock twitches back to life yet again at the thought of being filled by Keigo while he's buried in someone else.

Underneath him, Keigo moans, the sound reverberating and soaking into Touya's skin. "Yes. Please, Touya. I want that so much. I need to be inside you. Please…fuck, please, baby." Keigo unwraps his arms from Touya's middle to ghost fingers up and down his sides. "You'll look so beautiful, Tou." He whimpers, thrusting his cock between Touya's ass cheeks. "So fucking beautiful with my cock up that perfect ass."

Touya grinds back against him, huffing out an amused breath. "Damn, Keigo. What the fuck has gotten into you?"

Keigo wraps an arm around his chest again, his other hand closing around Touya's throat and squeezing, with just enough pressure to give the illusion of danger. "Mmm I dunno…I just want you so badly, baby…want to make you feel so good. I promise I will. Please please please." Keigo grinds up against his ass, and Touya groans at the zip of electric current that travels up his spine, nodding frantically.

"Hold him just like that, Keigo, dear." Hawks drags his taloned hands up and down Touya's thighs. He lifts Touya's legs at the knee and pushes them forward, toward his chest. "Dabi, darling. If you wouldn't mind…"

Dabi comes to kneel at their side, leaning over Touya and taking his legs from Hawks, holding them steady, pressed towards his chest. Touya's face burns red hot from the mere vulnerability of the position he's in right now, as Hawks kneels at the end of the bed, pulling his ass cheeks farther apart.

Underneath him, Keigo lets his hands travel all over Touya's body, pressing wet kisses into his neck, nipping at his shoulderblades, whispering in his ear. 'I love you so much baby you're so beautiful God I want you so much fucking hell you drive me crazy you're perfect Touya so so fucking perfect—" On and on like a broken record that Touya never wants to correct. The praise washes over him in waves, pulling him under, farther and farther down, until everything's a haze.

Dabi's thumbs knead soft circles into the side of each knee as he holds them up. He's looking down at Touya with lust-filled eyes, his tongue flicking out and wetting his lips. A drop of precum beads at the tip of his cock and, without thinking, Touya reaches out, taking the demon's cock in his hands. Dabi groans, thrusting forward. Hawks hums in approval, his talons retracting as he carefully pushes a finger into Touya's hole.

Touya gasps at the intrusion. There's a slight burn but the pressure feels surprisingly pleasant. Hawks slowly moves his finger in and out, hooking and twisting it. Before long, Touya is rocking back against the movement, matching it, whimpering for more.

Hawks obliges, adding a second finger and working him open, scissoring until the burning makes way for pure pleasure. Touya's cock, lying neglected on his stomach, leaks like a faucet. 

“So responsive.” Hawks sounds impressed, in awe, as he stares at the way his fingers thrust in and out of Touya’s hole with a wet squelch, a fang biting into his bottom lip. Suddenly, he twists his fingers just right, brushing up against the bundle of nerves inside of him. Touya wails, his back arching completely off of Keigo.

Keigo's hand turns Touya's head and kisses him—sloppy from this angle. Touya gasps and moans into his mouth, split running down the side of his face, as Hawks relentlessly pokes and prods at the bundle of nerves inside of him.

"You're doing so good, Tou," Keigo murmurs between open-mouthed kisses. "I love you so fucking much. Perfect. God, how are you so perfect?"

Touya keens as Hawks adds a third finger, his hand picking up speed as it strokes up and down Dabi's cock, each barbell warm against his fingers. "I'm…I'm ready. Please," he whines.

Hawks hums in acknowledgement, scissoring his fingers a couple times. "You think so, huh? What d'you think, Keigo? You want to fuck this pretty hole?"

Keigo nuzzles into Touya's neck, nipping at his flesh. "Please," he begs, breathing the words into his skin. "I need to—" The sentence cuts off in a groan as Hawks slides his fingers out of Touya and takes Keigo's cock in hand, slicking him up.

Dabi releases his legs, letting them fall open on either side of Keigo’s, and gently removes Touya's hand from his cock, taking to stroking it himself. Touya reaches back, one hand curling around the pillowcase underneath Keigo, the other grabbing a fistful of blond hair.

He can feel Hawks guide the head of Keigo's dick to his hole, sliding it back and forth until it catches on his rim. He inhales a deep breath as his ass sucks Keigo in, his boyfriend groaning in his ear behind him, hands moving to Touya's hips in a bruising grip.

"Ohhh fuckkk," he groans as Keigo bottoms out inside of him. His body is flushed red, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, his chest heaving. He feels so unbelievably full and fuck, he understands why Keigo likes bottoming so much. He cries out when Keigo slowly cants his hips back as far into the mattress as he can, only to slam forward while pushing Touya’s body down, impaling him deeper and hitting his prostate with pinpoint precision.

Every muscle in his body tenses, toes curling into the sheets. He squirms and his ass clenches around Keigo, his brain short circuiting. There's so many sensations he's feeling right now, a heady dose of ecstasy coursing through his veins and fogging his mind. There's too much happening—too many feelings, too many hands, too many nerves firing off on all cylinders. The need to move warring with the desire to go completely slack and let Keigo use him like a toy.

Before he has a chance to adjust, Hawks takes him in hand, straddling him and Keigo both and sliding down, gravity impaling him on Touya's cock. He throws his head back and moans, grinding his hips forward. His wings mantle out on either side of him. Touya sucks in a breath.

The demon’s ass is so fucking warm and tight and gripping his cock so fucking perfectly, it’s like magic. His head feels like its filled with cotton, words jumbling on his tongue, as his entire body tenses, muscles tightening and spasming. He can’t focus, can barely remember how to breathe and—fucking hell. He chokes out a sob, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.

"Easy, Tou," Keigo groans, and Touya loosens the grip he has on his hair. He tries to apologize but the words get stuck in his throat as Hawks lifts himself up and drops down again. Keigo turns his head and kisses the apology from his lips, a thumb swiping the tears from his cheeks. All the while his hips continue to thrust in and out of Touya's hole, flesh slapping against flesh.

Dabi watches from the side, stroking his cock and tweaking Touya's nipples with his free hand. Touya breaks off from Keigo's mouth and turns toward him, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue. Dabi looks down at him and smirks, eyes burning bright blue.

"Insatiable little human," he murmurs. "So greedy."

He leans in and feeds Touya his cock, inch by inch. Touya groans at the sheer size of it, the metal piercings warm on his tongue as the demon shallowly thrusts in and out of his mouth. Hawks chuckles, caressing the horns on Dabi's head and pulling him into a kiss, their tongues twisting and dancing between them.

"Aren't they just perfect? Feels so good, so much power. So much energy. Definitely worth the trip."

Dabi groans, pulling his cock from Touya's mouth and thrusting it into Keigo's beside him. He alternates between the two, the slightly bitter taste of precum mixing with saliva and sweat as it drips from their chins and pools between them.

"Look at the two of you, taking my cock like fucking pros. Just imagine being bent over while I fuck your tight ass, stretching you so wide. You think you could handle it?"

The image has Touya moaning, his cock tingling inside of Hawks. Keigo is big enough, stretching Touya just right, hitting him perfectly with every stroke. But he can't imagine trying to take the cock in front of him—larger than any he's ever seen, the ridges massaging his insides with those piercings and—fuck. He wants that.

He needs that.

Keigo must agree from the way his hips stutter, soft pleas falling from his lips.

"That's it. Cum for us," Hawks croons, rolling his hips in circles and stroking his own cock.

The permission is the final push they need. Keigo's hips frantically thrust in and out a few times before stilling, and Touya can feel warm liquid fill him up. His eyes roll back into his head as his own orgasm washes over him, Hawks milking him for every drop of cum with an almost bird-like chitter. Dabi strokes his cock three more times before he cums, both Keigo and Touya's tongues lolling out to catch as much as possible. They both turn, greedily swallowing down Dabi's cum from each other's lips.

The room devolves into heavy breathing and post-orgasm whimpers as Keigo and Touya come down from their high. The room spins and Keigo nuzzles into Touya's hair. A bone-deep exhaustion sits right at the edge of his consciousness, driven back by the haze of whatever the demons have them under.

Touya groans when Hawks slips off of him, his deflated cock flopping onto his stomach. He lets Dabi and Hawks maneuver him, gently settling him on the bed right next to Keigo. Through hazy eyes, he looks down at Hawks' still-hard cock. "You…you didn't—"

Hawks leans over and brushes the hair from his forehead. "Shhh. You just relax and catch your breath. We're not quite done with you yet."

Touya sinks into the bed, watching as Hawks bends Dabi over the foot of the bed. Keigo's hand reaches for him and he intertwines their fingers together, thumb stroking along his heated skin.

Hawks sinks into Dabi with a low growl, reaching for his horns and snapping his head back. Dabi's mouth drops open in a moan, his tail flicking up and wrapping around Hawks throat. Hawks sets a relentless pace from the start, Dabi's back practically snapping in two with every thrust, hands bracing himself on the bed and shredding the blanket beneath him.

We're going to have to pay for that, Touya thinks absently. He can feel his energy returning, little by little, as he watches Hawks fuck Dabi into a whimpering mess, brutal and violent and unbelievably hot. The mattress shifts as Keigo turns to his side, wrapping an arm around him and draping his leg over him.

"Touya."

He rips his eyes away from Hawks and Dabi to look over at Keigo, staring at him with amber eyes, a dopey grin on his face. Touya reaches a hand over, cupping his cheek. Keigo leans into the touch.

"I love you," he whispers. His heart swells with affection, mapping out each and every freckle, tracing them with his thumb like constellations.

"I love you too. So fucking much, Touya. More than anything."

Their lips meet in a slow kiss as Hawks cries out, pushing Dabi's head into the mattress. "Fuck, yes! That's it. So much love, so much passion. Your energy is—fucking hell—delicious." His golden eyes glow brighter as his thrusts become frantic. He pulls Dabi up by the hair and wraps an arm around his chest, his other hand stroking his cock to match his rhythm.

Dabi's body jolts as Hawks pounds into him, baring fanged teeth and reaching back to grab fistfuls of red feathers. Hawks yelps and sinks his teeth into Dabi's shoulder, a slow drop of blood dripping from the broken skin as he drives his hips forward one last time. He strokes Dabi through his orgasm, ropes of white covering the demon's hand. Bringing it up to his lips, he licks it clean.

"So hot," Keigo whispers beside him.

Touya nods, enthralled, his cock standing at attention once more. He squirms, fingers twitching as he's pulled under by another wave of desire. Twin orbs of blue and gold turn to them, both demon's faces split in a devious smile.

Hawks slides out of Dabi, crawling up the bed and licking inside Touya's mouth. "Do you think you can go for one more round, pretty thing?"

Touya groans, nodding as he eagerly returns the kiss. Dabi kisses a trail up Keigo's stomach, latching into his nipples and suckling them to swollen peaks. Keigo whines, "Yes, more, we can take it, please please please—"

Dabi's tail swishes. "As you wish, human."

He bodily lifts Keigo's lower half, draping his legs over his shoulders, arms securing him around the middle. Touya sucks in a breath as he watches Dabi lick a stripe down the crack of Keigo's ass. Keigo's eyes scrunch shut and his mouth opens on a long, drawn-out moan.

"Fuck," Touya whispers, biting his bottom lip. Hawks hands running up and down his sides draw his attention, the demon smiling down at him with wide, hungry eyes.

"You want me to fuck you with my tongue like that?" Touya's cock jumps in interest. Hawks chuckles, licking his lips.

Before Touya can answer, the room is spinning as Hawks flips him over, his face pushed into the mattress. Hawks’ hands spread his ass open. He licks a strip from the base of Touya's balls all the way up to his twitching hole, his moan reverberating against Touya's skin.

"So sweet," the demon speaks against his skin, the tip of his tongue dipping inside, warm and wet. Touya bites into the blanket beneath him to muffle the noises pouring from his mouth as Hawks starts to alternate between licking his puckered hole and dipping his tongue in and out.

"What's wrong, baby? Need something?" Hawks taunts. He nips the inside of Touya's thigh, dangerously close to breaking skin.

He spits the fabric from his mouth. "Please," he moans. "More. I need more. I want you…inside."

Hawks hums with a wicked grin, an arm keeping his thighs in place and a hand wrapping around Touya's cock before he pushes his tongue into Touya's hole. The breath is punched from Touya's lungs as the tongue keeps its relentless thrust into his ass, the muscle far longer than a normal human's.

"Hoooolyyy fuuuckkk," Touya whines. He reaches over, searching for Keigo. His hand finds his face, Keigo's mouth opening and sucking Touya's index and middle finger down with a groan. He starts to thrust his fingers in and out, pressing on his tongue, making Keigo gag on the digits.

Spit drips down his thighs as Hawks pushes his tongue in and out of his ass, massaging his walls. He wails, clenching around the demon when Hawks finds his prostate and rubs against it with a low growl. The sensations are all too much. Too much too much too much. He tries to squirm away, even as his hips push back against Hawks' mouth.

Right as he feels himself reach the precipice, his orgasm imminent, Hawks backs off, retracting his tongue and licking all spit and sweat from his thighs.

"No!" he protests, looking back at the demon. "Don't stop. Why the fuck are you stopping, keep—"

Hawks growls and smacks him hard on the ass. "Good boys don't make demands." He wretches Touya back by the hair, pulling him into his chest. Touya can feel Hawks' cock between the cleft of his ass and he groans, trying to push back against it. "Don't you want to be a good boy?"

He attempts to nod, his scalp stinging from the grip Hawks has on his hair.

Hawks nips at his earlobe. "You want me to fuck you, firefly?" Touya's eyes flutter shut, a breathless 'yes' on his lips. "Or," the demon continues, "do you want Dabi?"

Touya's eyes open and he looks over in his periphery. Blue eyes, full of fire and malicious intent, bore into him as he kisses the inside of Keigo's thigh. Keigo whimpers below him, a hand wrapped around his cock. Besides sucking the patchwork demon's dick, there was something about the resemblance between them that had driven him towards Hawks instead.

It felt…strange, to imagine being fucked by someone who resembled him. Wrong. Dirty.

And yet—

Fucking hell.

Dabi lifts his head, grinning from ear to ear, as if he can hear exactly what Touya is thinking. "Switch with me, birdie."

Touya's stomach does a flip as Hawks backs away and Dabi slides between his legs, hands massaging his thighs up and down as his eyes rove over every inch of Touya's body. "You naughty, naughty boy," the demon taunts. Touya's face flushes deep red.

"Shut up," he weakly retorts.

"I don't think I will." A hand travels up, gripping Touya's chin and turning his head towards Keigo and Hawks. Dabi bends over Touya, licking a line up his throat and nipping his earlobe. "Now, why don’t you be a good boy and watch."

The demon kisses up and down his neck as Touya's eyes lock onto the scene in front of him. Keigo is facedown on the bed, his ass up in the air. Hawks jerks himself a few times before guiding his cock between Keigo's ass and pressing in. Keigo buries his head in the mattress, his hands fisting into the sheets while he arches his back further. Hawks' wings flap as he pushes himself in, inch by inch.

Touya moans along with Keigo, eyes fluttering shut when Dabi grabs hold of his cock and swipes a bead of precum from his tip. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, you're going to cry on my dick. Doesn't that sound fun, human?"

Touya's mouth waters and he nods, eyes still locked on Hawks and Keigo, listening to flesh slap against flesh with each thrust of Hawks' hips. His boyfriend is a litany of moans and whines, blabbing absolute gibberish as his body jolts forward.

Dabi grabs him by the throat and he's forced to look back, blue eyes so fucking close, he can see the fire burning in its depths. "Time to keep those eyes on me, firefly."

He lets Dabi maneuver him until he's straddling the demon's lap. Dabi takes his cock in hand and lifts Touya until he's poised above him. He pauses, licking into Touya's mouth, swirling their tongues together in a slow dance. "You ready?" he asks as Touya pants for breath.

With Touya's nod of consent, he slowly lowers Touya onto his cock. As the head pops in, Touya gasps at the sheer size of it, his stomach twisting with a mixture of fear and anticipation. He can't imagine how Dabi's massive cock is supposed to fit inside of him. It seems like an impossibility, if the stretch was already this intense.

Dabi makes a shushing sound, muffling his whimpers with a deep, sensual kiss. Touya threads his hands into thick, black hair and pulls. "Easy, sweetheart. I've got you." Dabi lifts him up again then back down, slowly working Touya open. Inch by inch, each ridge pops past his rim, the metal barbells scraping against his walls and sending jolts of electricity down his spine. Touya kisses the demon frantically, moaning into his mouth as the burning pressure evolves into blinding pleasure. He tastes like relentless winter mixed with woodsmoke—refreshing and heady, clouding his mind.

"M-more," he whispers against Dabi's lips. The demon hums, biting his tongue. Touya yelps, the sound morphing into a scream as Dabi slams him down all the way onto his cock. Stars burst behind his eyelids and he heaves in a deep breath.

"Fucking fuck—oh god. So full. So fucking full. I can't…I…I…"

The words are caught in his throat as Dabi relentlessly pounds into him. The ridges and piercings feel absolutely divine on his inner walls. Dabi wraps a hand around his throat, the other taking Touya's hand and placing it on Touya's stomach. "Feel that?"

Touya moans and yes—fucking yes, he feels that. He can see his stomach protrude every time Dabi thrusts into his hole. The demon is, quite literally, rearranging his guts and the image is so visceral, so fucking dirty and depraved and vile, but that doesn't stop the way he moans at the push of his skin against his fingers, at the pressure building as Dabi's hand tightens on his throat.

His head spins around and around, Dabi nipping and licking every inch in reach as he fucks up into Touya's ass. Keigo is spiralling next to him, sobbing into the mattress as Hawks pulls him back onto his cock, smacking his ass every couple of thrusts.

His vision starts to turn black around the edges, tears leaking from his eyes and his balls tightening as another wave builds inside of him. Dabi pulls him chest to chest, growling into his ear. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Touya Todoroki."

Touya screams as his vision whites out, hot cum painting his insides as he squirts between them, his body quivering and shaking violently. He can't stop, sucking in frantic breaths as he drenches them both, along with the sheets beneath them.

Dabi laughs, loud and manic, nails digging into Touya's sides as Touya milks his cock dry. The last thing Touya remembers before the world goes black is his body hitting the mattress beneath him, a familiar hand threading their fingers together.

⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧

Touya wakes up in stages, swimming through the thick fog of his mind. His body tingles from the top of his head to the tips of his toes, sore yet sated, muscles slack with relaxation.

A warm body is pressed up against his own, an arm slung low around his waist.

Keigo.

He smiles. His boyfriend's face is peaceful in sleep—younger, less troubled than usual. Soft and sweet, his lips still swollen from the night before and—

It all comes back to him in an instant, his heart pounding and his eyes widening.

Dabi. Hawks.

A quick search around the room confirms that he and Keigo are alone. The bed, though rumpled and clearly used, is intact. No torn sheets, no wet spots from—fuck. Touya's cheeks flush in embarrassment.

Just a dream. Thank god.

He sighs in relief, a hand carding through his hair.

At his side, Keigo grumbles, nose scrunching up adorably, before squirming awake. He blearily opens his eyes, blinking twice. "Touya?" he mumbles, his voice hoarse.

"Morning, love."

"Where are—" Keigo's eyes suddenly widen and he shoots up, eyes frantically searching the room. "Did we…?"

Touya pulls him back down, his hand guiding the back of Keigo's head into the crook of his neck. Keigo nuzzles into the skin. "It was just a dream."

"A dream…" Keigo murmurs. "It all felt so…real, though." He rests his arm on Touya's chest, lifting his head. "And…how could we both have the same dream? That doesn’t make sense.”

Touya's cheeks heat, vivid details playing over and over in his head like a broken record. Clearly something happened last night. His body is too sore and worn out to suggest otherwise, but that didn't mean they'd had a run in with literal demons. Maybe they'd been drugged, or breathed in some kind of hallucinogenic dust or whatever-the-fuck from that decrepit house. Those explanations made a lot more sense than the alternative.

"Yeah, but…it must've been. Right?" He feels the doubt trying to creep its way in and he pushes it back. "Think about it. I mean, the other option is that we summoned sex demons? It had to be our imaginations…or something that makes more sense than that, right?" He presses a kiss to the top of Keigo's head, chuckling nervously. "Like, could you imagine? Letting a demon…do all those things…?"

"Right. You’re right." Keigo sounds less than convinced, more resigned than anything. "That would be…crazy."

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Dust flies into the air when Touya brushes a hand over the surface of the leather-bound book. Flipping through the pages, familiar symbols fly by. Two figures, one with wings and the other with a long, thin tail, are drawn at the back. His heart pounds.

"Did you find it?"

He lifts his head. Keigo peaks inside the room, flushed cheeks peeking out from the scarf wrapped around his neck.

"Yeah," Touya mutters, looking back down at the familiar silhouettes, drawn in charcoal, one last time before closing the book with a thud. He lifts it up to show Keigo. Dropping it down at his side, he leaves the room, draping an arm around Keigo's shoulders as they leave the house behind.

"We should throw it out, right?" Keigo looks down at the book, biting his lip.

Touya mulls it over. That would be the logical thing to do. What they should do, because no one should be messing with spells and demons and summoning circles. Fucking around with that shit, especially without any background knowledge, could only lead to trouble.

Yet, he still feels a shred of hesitancy. He has all morning—a yearning that he can't understand, a longing for something he can't quite remember. But, when he saw those drawings, the figures that look so similar to the demons from his dreams (or were they memories?) something clicked. His hand tightens possessively around the book.

"Or…" he starts, glancing over to see Keigo's reaction. "We could…keep it. Just in case."

Keigo's eyes widen. A shy smile tugs at his lips. "Just in case, huh?"

Touya shrugs, his own lips twitching upward. "Yeah. You know. It'd be bad if someone else found it and summoned something they couldn't control. So we'll just…keep it safe. For now."

Keigo hums, hooking a finger in Touya's jacket with a mischievous glint in his eye and pulling him down into a kiss. "You're insatiable, firefly."