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Hawks is not nervous. Nope. Not one bit. He's not nervous about being the key part of an essential ritual, or about accidentally fucking up some vital part of said ritual, or about said fuck-up causing the deity to toss him out on his ass.
Even if the ritual itself goes smoothly, there's still the part where the deity has to actually accept his offering. And there's a very real possibility that he won't. This deity is notoriously picky, and it's been almost five years since he last accepted an offering. There's talks of stopping the tradition altogether, but really, five years is a drop in the bucket for an ancient deity like this. Maybe he just hasn't been in the mood.
Honestly, all Hawks can really do is put his best foot forward and hope for the best.
He's led into the heart of the shrine, into a small, circular room that's been lit by an impractical amount of candles. Hawks half-wonders if this should be considered a fire hazard, then the doors are closing behind him, and he's left alone in the deity's sanctuary. The sanctuary that has been fully decked out with soft bedding and various assistive items on the chance that the deity actually accepts Hawks' offer.
Hawks swallows, stepping down into the lowered area in the middle of the room and kneeling at its center. He clasps his hands before him, pulling his wings in tight against his back, and draws in a deep, steadying breath, closing his eyes for a moment to center himself. Here goes nothing.
"Great Spirit Dabi," he says, "I offer myself before you, wholly and completely, in honor of all that you do. I hope that you will accept my humble offering."
He's met with silence. A long, long few minutes of silence. Oh fuck, what's he supposed to do if Dabi just… doesn't respond at all?
Hawks lifts his head, opening one eye to peek out at the room. "Hello…?" he calls out hesitantly. "Are you there?"
Suddenly the candles' flames flare to life, shooting up in pillars of blue flame that threaten to consume everything around them. Hawks can feel them against his skin, against his feathers, their heat smothering and oppressive.
Oh gods, I'm definitely going to die, is Hawks' first thought. His second is: I fucking knew those were a fire hazard.
The flames die down as quickly as they exploded, leaving behind the small, flickering orange flames from before. Hawks shivers at the sudden lack of heat, pulling his robe tighter around him.
"Aw, don't go covering up more," a voice says, and Hawks jerks his head up to stare at the figure sitting on the edge of the far side of the sunken area. The deity Dabi smirks at him, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. In the low light of the candles, the dark purple patches of scar tissue stand out starkly against his pallid skin. His eyes are a piercing blue, blazing in the same shade as the flames from a moment ago, and he is breathtakingly beautiful.
Dabi's eyes sweep appraisingly over Hawks, and his smirk grows. "They brought me a pretty little bird this time, huh?"
Hawks' nerves skyrocket, but he shoves them down, instead sitting tall and trying to project confidence. "They did," he confirms.
"Well," Dabi says, getting to his feet. "Stand up; let's get a look at you."
Hawks stands, holding his breath as Dabi slowly circles him, looking him over. Dabi skims his fingertips along the arch of Hawks' wings, asking, "What's your name, pretty bird?"
"Hawks," he answers, trying not to shiver as Dabi slides a feather through his fingers.
Dabi snorts. He leans in, murmuring into Hawks' ear, "I said, 'your name." This time, Hawks can't suppress his shiver.
"Takami Keigo," he amends, and Dabi hums, pleased.
He continues circling Hawks, saying, "Well, Takami Keigo," He pauses in front of Hawks, reaching out with a finger to nudge at the hem of Hawks' robe. "What do you have under here?"
Hawks swallows thickly. "Your offering."
"Oh really?" Dabi thumbs at the hem, asks, "Can I take this off and see?" Hawks nods, and watches as Dabi undoes the sash holding the robe closed. Dabi carefully slides the robe off Hawks' shoulders, revealing Hawks' outfit underneath.
As part of his preparation for his offering, Hawks had picked out a few pieces from his lingerie collection to wear when presenting himself to Dabi. The bottom part of the set is black lace, complete with matching garterbelt and stockings, and the panties themselves are crotchless. The top piece is a halter, which wraps around his ribs, criss-crosses his chest, and frames the barbells in his nipples. Gold embroidered lace roses hug his neck down to his breastbone. It felt like maybe a bit much when he was putting it on, and it definitely feels like a bit much now, but there's not much he can do about it, so fuck it. He looks hot as fuck, and Dabi can like it or leave it.
Dabi sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes roving over Hawks' body, drinking him in. His gaze catches on the gold metal in Hawks' chest, the additional gold loop in his bellybutton, and sweeps appreciatively over his legs and groin before dragging back up to meet his eyes.
"Oh, Birdie," he breathes. "Look at you." He swirls his finger in the air, and Hawks takes his cue to slowly spin around for Dabi to see the rest of him: how the panties hug his ass under his tail feathers, how the harness' straps underline his wings and run through the patch of feathers in the middle of his back that connects them to each other and his tail.
"Gorgeous," Dabi murmurs, reaching out to tug at a garter strap. "Where have they been hiding you, little bird?"
Hawks actually had to practically beg to be chosen as the sacrifice this year, but Dabi doesn't need to know what a fucking overeager slut he is, so instead he says, "Guess they've been saving me."
"They certainly have." Dabi loops his hand lightly around Hawks' wrist and turns him back around. There's a hunger in his eyes as his gaze drags over Hawks' chest again. "Can I touch you properly, Birdie?"
Hawks bites back a needy please and manages a neutral "Of course." Dabi's hands come to rest on his hips, sliding slowly upwards, the touch featherlight as Dabi feels him from his hips to his ribs. His hands pause at Hawks' upper chest, his thumbs tracing around Hawks' nipples. The skin there is semi-numb from his top surgery years ago, but there's enough sensation still there for the touch to go straight to his dick. He can't tell if Dabi is teasing, or asking permission, or both, but Hawks arches his back encouragingly either way.
Dabi thumbs at Hawks' nipple piercings, drawing a gasp out of him. He's not as sensitive as he once was, but his piercings brought it back up to a level where it's fun having his nipples played with, and fuck, Hawks had almost forgotten how much he loves it. Dabi makes a pleased sound, toying with Hawks' piercings with teasing flicks and rolls of his thumbs. Shit, Dabi has barely started touching him, and Hawks is already breathing raggedly, aching with how turned on he is.
"You want my mouth on you?" Dabi asks, looking down at Hawks through lidded eyes. Hawks nods, and Dabi leans down to mouth at Hawks' chest. He laves his tongue over Hawks' nipple, earning a shiver and a hitched breath from Hawks. Hawks' hands twitch at his sides, wanting to come up and bury in Dabi's hair, but he's not sure if he's allowed to touch the deity. He'd love to touch Dabi back, but at the same time, he can't deny that the thought of taking everything that Dabi is going to do to him tonight, all without being able to touch back, is downright tantalizing.
"Shy, Birdie?" Dabi asks, and tugs on one of the barbells with his teeth. Hawks gasps, his hands curling into fists. "Don't be; touch as much as you want. Just be mindful of the staples."
Hawks doesn't have to be told twice; he puts his hands on the back of Dabi's head, curling his fingers into the dark locks as Dabi continues his work on Hawks' chest. Dabi sucks a hickey into Hawks' skin, skimming a hand down to palm at Hawks' ass, and fuck.
Hawks lets out a stuttering breath, and Dabi takes this as encouragement, bringing his other hand down to grope Hawks' ass, kneading it with his fingers. He shifts to nose at Hawks' neck, silently asking permission. Hawks gives it to him with a tilt of his head, exposing his neck for Dabi to mouth at. Dabi nips and sucks along Hawks' jaw, still massaging his ass, then places a particularly stinging bite on Hawks' neck and grabs Hawks' ass to spread it. Hawks lets out a moan, shivering as Dabi runs his tongue over the bite and the room's cool air brushes against his exposed cunt.
"Gods," Hawks shivers, clinging to Dabi. "Fuck, please—"
"You can drop the plural," Dabi chuckles against Hawks' neck. "I'm the only one listening to you right now."
"Yeah?" Hawks asks, "That mean you'll answer me if I pray?"
"Depends on what you pray for," Dabi purrs, nosing along Hawks' jaw. "What do you want, Birdie?"
Hawks isn't sure, exactly; he just knows that he needs more. Preferably lower — like, say, around his dick area.
"Lower?" Dabi asks, squeezing Hawks' ass with hands. Fuck, can Dabi really hear his thoughts? That's… an interesting notion. "Don't worry, Birdie; I can only hear your wants and desires." He nips at Hawks' earlobe, telling him, "And you are practically screaming how much you want me to touch your cock."
"What're you waiting for, then?" Hawks asks, trying to sound sexy instead of just a breathless mess. Dabi laughs, dropping a kiss to Hawks' neck. He sinks to his knees slowly, kissing his way down Hawks' torso, until he reaches Hawks' panties.
Dabi nudges Hawks' legs apart, then moves his hands to stroke up Hawks' inner thighs, making his way up to Hawks' crotch. He thumbs at Hawks' outer lips, teasing for a moment before spreading them open to get a good look. Hawks squirms under Dabi's gaze, unused to this kind of attention. He's not a virgin, no — but none of his past partners have spent their time drinking him in like this. None of them looked at him the way that Dabi is now: like Hawks is a prize to be treasured.
"Such a pretty little bird," Dabi murmurs. He leans in and lightly kisses the head of Hawks' clit. "I'm going to eat you up." With that, he wraps his mouth around Hawks' dick and oh— oh , Hawks might not last very long.
Hawks clutches at Dabi's hair, trying to hold himself together as Dabi goes down on him. His legs start to tremble, his wings flaring out to balance him as moans and gasps tumble from his mouth. His wings won't be enough to keep him upright; he has to tug on Dabi's hair, pulling him away.
"Wait, wait," he gasps. Dabi peers up at him curiously, and the way he licks Hawks' slick off his lower lip is very distracting. "I, uh, I think I should sit down."
Dabi hums understandingly, holding Hawks steady by his hips as Hawks lowers himself to the ground. Dabi tilts him backwards, laying him out on the bedding beneath them, and props a pillow beneath Hawks' head before settling himself between Hawks' legs.
"Comfy?" he checks, and when Hawks nods, Dabi simply says, "Good," before putting his mouth back on Hawks' cock. Hawks lets his head fall back, tangling his hand in Dabi's hair and losing himself to the feeling of Dabi's mouth. Dabi moves lower, and ah— that is Dabi's tongue — that is Dabi's tongue going into him as Dabi starts eating him out. Hawks is very glad he's lying down now, because holy shit.
"Fuck," Hawks moans, his wings twitching and fluffing up in pleasure. Fuck, how is he this close already? "Ah— Dabi—"
Dabi hums, and does this thing with his tongue, and that is it — Hawks is done for.
Hawks tenses, his wings flaring out and a long moan escaping him as he comes. Dabi sits up, rubbing at Hawks with the pads of his fingers to stroke him through his orgasm, and watches Hawks tremble and twitch with a smug, satisfied smile.
"Ah, so you're a songbird too," Dabi observes, flicking at Hawks' clit just to get another twitch out of him. "Got any other surprises for me, Birdie?"
"M-maybe a few." Hawks answers unsteadily. "Fuck, uh— I feel rude, coming first. This is supposed to be your offering."
"Don't worry your pretty head about lt, Birdie," Dabi says, squeezing his thigh. "Come as many times as you want; I like watching you. After all," Dabi lifts his hand to his mouth, and says, "a fine meal like you should be savored," before licking Hawks' slick off his fingers. Hawks shivers at the sight. Fuck, he wants Dabi to ravish him.
Dabi smirks knowingly. "That can be arranged." He moves up Hawks' body, slotting himself against Hawks so that Hawks can feel Dabi's hard cock pressed against his pelvis. Dabi puts his mouth to Hawks' ear, saying lowly, "Tell me how you want it."
Hawks bites his lip, eyeing where Dabi's cock is straining against the fabric of his pants. "I want you to fuck me," he breathes.
"Yeah?" Dabi smooths his hand over Hawks' stomach, teasing along the edge of his garter belt. "Go on."
Hawks curses under his breath. What a fucking tease . "I want you to put your cock in my cunt and fuck me 'til I see stars. Happy?"
Dabi grins. "Very. Now, let's see here…" He slides his hand down to probe at Hawks' pussy, gathering up some wetness before slipping a finger inside. "Oh," he says. "You get like this just from me eating you out, or did you do some 'prep work' this morning?"
Hawks' face is on fire as he admits, "I may have, uh… I may have gotten a little… excited this morning."
"Oh?" Dabi slips another finger into him, spreading his fingers to test the stretch. He makes a pleased sound and adds a third finger easily. "Excited about me?"
"Mmn." Hawks' eyes flutter closed, and he sighs as Dabi works his fingers into him, really taking his time with getting a feel for Hawks' insides. He was really being serious about that 'savoring' thing, huh? Hawks bites his lip, admitting, "Been looking forward to this all year."
"Thought they didn't pick the tribute until just a few weeks before?" Dabi says, giving Hawks' neck a teasing bite.
"Well, ah— you see—" Dabi's fingertip glances against his g-spot, and Hawks has to pause for a second to suck in a sharp breath. Encouraged, Dabi tries pressing against the spot in earnest, but Hawks hisses and grabs his wrist, easing him off.
"Too much?" Dabi asks. Hawks nods. Dabi presses an apologetic kiss to Hawks' neck and backs off the spot, refocusing his attention on fitting another finger inside.
"They, uh, weren't sure whether to do this offering this year," Hawks continues. "Since the last five years haven't exactly… gone too well. When last year's offering came back after being rejected, they started talking about switching to something else, but I, uh— I convinced them otherwise."
"Did you now?" Dabi asks, amused. "What convinced them? Did you 'audition' for the part?"
Hawks laughs breathlessly. "No. Gods, no. I don't know what swayed them, actually. Maybe it was my, erm, enthusiasm."
Dabi hums, grinning against Hawks' neck. "You certainly prettied yourself up for me more than any sacrifice has in decades." He flicks his thumb against the gold barbell just above Hawks' clit to accentuate his point. "Honestly, Birdie? I've been getting bored of the mortals they trot out as my 'offerings.' They're not bad; some of them were downright knockouts. But they're all so focused on 'duty' and 'serving their god.' Just between you and me?" Dabi lifts his head, and Hawks drags his eyes open to look up at him. Dabi smiles wickedly. "I like my offerings a little selfish."
"Guess I'm a good fit, then," Hawks says, smirking back. "Do you know how long I've fantasized about being picked for this? How many times I've gotten off thinking about what it would be like to get fucked by you? How often I've wondered what you look like — what your cock looks like, how it would feel in my hand, my mouth, my cunt? I didn't really care if they stopped offering you sacrifices; I just wanted my chance to fuck you first."
"Oh, little bird…" Dabi brushes the backs of his knuckles against Hawks' cheek, saying, "I think you're the best offering I've had in centuries."
"Really? You haven't even had the main course, yet." Hawks cants his hips, pressing into Dabi's hand.
"True," Dabi agrees, leaning back to look down at where his fingers are buried in Hawks' cunt. "Should I get started, then?"
"Fuck, I thought you'd never ask."
Dabi chuckles as he pulls his fingers out and starts tugging off his shirt. Hawks' eyes catch on how the staples catch in the candlelight; he finds himself reaching out, tracing the line that divides healthy and scarred skin across Dabi's upper chest. He knows the legend — there's many versions, many interpretations, but all of them have one thing in common: the deity Dabi was made this way by his father, all because he wouldn't follow the elder god's will. Hawks doesn't much care who Dabi was before, but he always felt a kinship with the deity who did what Hawks always wished he could; Dabi went against the path set out for him, and was burned badly for it — in more ways than one — but now he's free . At the end of this, Hawks will go back to his pretty gilded cage, back to the life that he has no control over. But at least he'll have today — this one wonderful day that belongs only to him and Dabi.
Dabi takes Hawks' hand in his, bringing it up to his mouth and ghosting his lips over the knuckles in an achingly tender gesture. Hawks wonders if those desires — the ones itching to bust out of his cage — are loud enough for Dabi to hear.
Ah, he wants to kiss Dabi. The urge is sudden and almost overwhelming, making Hawks' breath catch in his throat. Dabi's mouth parts in surprise, and fuck, he definitely heard that.
"I, uh—" Hawks starts to say, scrambling to come up with an excuse, but Dabi ignores him, guiding Hawks' hand to press against his chest as he leans down, stopping when their lips are just a breath apart. They lock eyes, a question burning in Dabi's blazing gaze, and Hawks nods, ever so slightly.
Dabi kisses him softly, one hand holding Hawks' against his chest while the other cradles his jaw. Under his palm, Hawks can feel the beat of the god's heart, how it stutters a little when Hawks kisses him back. Hawks had half-expected the deity to take his blanket consent and have his way with him — Hawks did offer himself up to be used , after all — but Dabi is giving as much as he's taking, if not more, and the way that he touches Hawks… which of them is the deity here again?
Hawks pulls Dabi closer with an arm around his shoulders, pressing their bodies together. Dabi is cool to the touch, but not unpleasantly so; it sends chills along Hawks' skin, and he chases the feeling, twining his legs with Dabi's as he licks into his mouth. Dabi moans softly, meeting Hawks halfway, and oh , Dabi has a tongue piercing. Hawks doesn't remember feeling that when Dabi was eating him out. Though, to be fair, Hawks was kind of busy losing his mind over the feeling of Dabi's tongue moving inside of him.
They kiss lazily, taking their time with it. Dabi moves his hand from Hawks' own hand down to his hip, giving it a squeeze as he absentmindedly grinds against him. Dabi still has his pants on, so Hawks can only feel the outline of his cock rubbing against him, and he wants that changed immediately.
He tugs at Dabi's belt, and the deity catches on quickly, worming out of his pants. His cock drags against Hawks' abdomen as he goes back to grinding against him, and Hawks finally breaks the kiss so he can get a look at it. It hangs heavy between them, flushed nicely and thick enough to make Hawks' cunt ache in anticipation. A ladder of piercings runs along its underside, and Hawks has to reach out and touch. Dabi rests his forehead against Hawks' temple, his breaths uneven as Hawks carefully feels up his cock, running his fingertips over each individual piercing. Fuck, does Hawks want this cock inside of him.
Dabi chuckles, nuzzling the side of Hawks' face for a moment before propping himself up above him. "Just a minute, Birdie. Let me prep a little more." Hawks makes an unhappy noise that is definitely not a whine as Dabi pulls away. Thankfully Dabi doesn't go far, staying knelt between Hawks' thighs as he leans off to the side to reach the items laid out on the edge of the sunken area. He holds up a condom packet, arching a brow in question, to which Hawks shakes his head; he's not really worried about catching an otherworldly STD, and honestly, Hawks wants Dabi to fill him with so much cum that it'll still be dripping out of him hours later.
Dabi lets out a soft curse, grabbing Hawks' hand to still its movements. Hawks belatedly realizes that he'd still been idly stroking Dabi's cock, and that Dabi probably just heard his desire to be stuffed full of cum loud and clear.
"Birdie," Dabi says carefully, "I'm not gonna make it inside of you if you keep that up."
"Sorry," Hawks says, smiling sheepishly as he lets go of Dabi's cock. Dabi takes a deep breath, collecting himself before reaching for the bottles of lube.
"Any preference?" Dabi asks, holding up one of the bottles.
"Nah; any will work." All the bottles were pre-approved as types that Hawks both enjoyed and was not allergic to, but really he's not very picky when it comes down to it.
Dabi goes with the one he picked up, returning to lean over Hawks and press their lips together. Hawks sighs into the kiss, letting his eyes fall closed. He moans softly into Dabi's mouth as Dabi works a couple of slicked-up fingers into him. They could honestly probably get away with not using lube if they really wanted to, given how wet Hawks is after coming and getting fingered, but Hawks has always been of the mind that too much lube is a better problem than too little.
"C'mon," Hawks says, reaching to tug on Dabi's hip. "Fuck me already."
"Such an eager little bird," Dabi murmurs, nipping at Hawks' bottom lip. He does pull his fingers out, though, and the slick sound of him spreading the lube over his cock makes Hawks shiver.
He feels the tip of Dabi's cock press against his entrance, and oh, this is it. Dabi starts easing inside, and Hawks clings to him, his head tilted back with his mouth open in a silent cry. The piercings, the size, Dabi breathing harshly against his neck — all of it is too good, too perfect , and Hawks is already coming undone, his wings flaring and his toes curling as he trembles under Dabi.
Dabi finishes burying himself inside of Hawks, then kisses Hawks' temple soothingly, stroking a hand up Hawks' side as he gets used to Dabi's cock stretching him open. Fuck, how is Dabi allowed to make him feel this good? It's incredibly cliché, and probably his dick talking, but fuck, Hawks thinks Dabi may have just ruined him forever. No one will ever be able to compare to the feeling of Dabi's hands on his skin, or his cock in Hawks' cunt. Can Hawks just stay here forever, letting the deity fuck him whenever it strikes his fancy?
Dabi shifts, and oh, right, he hasn't even started moving yet. Hawks makes an encouraging sound, pressing his hips against Dabi's. I want you to fuck me, he thinks, and in answer, Dabi kisses him and starts rocking into him oh so carefully. Even just that is too much: Hawks keens, digging his fingers into Dabi's back and coming hard. Fuck, he's on a hair-trigger today.
Dabi starts to slow his movements, but Hawks whines. He wants Dabi to keep going, wants Dabi to fuck him in earnest. Dabi curses, biting Hawks' lip before moving to mouth at his neck. He grips Hawks' hip, picking up the pace as he starts fucking into Hawks properly.
Hawks throws his head back, moaning openly. He hasn't quite come down from his orgasm, so every one of Dabi's thrusts is sending sparks through his oversensitive body, and fuck if it isn't the best thing Hawks has ever felt.
"Fuck, fuck, please—" a litany of curses and pleas tumbles from Hawks' lips, seeming to egg Dabi on as he fucks Hawks harder. "Oh, right there, right there—" Hawks breaks off with a choked-off cry as he comes again. Dabi curses against his neck, his hips stuttering as he comes, too.
Hawks can't really feel the actual cum that's spilling into him, but he can feel Dabi's cock twitching and pulsing as he fills Hawks up, and fuck, yeah, that's exactly what he wanted.
"Hot damn," he pants, letting himself go boneless as he comes down from his orgasm. "That's some fucking good shit, holy fuck."
Dabi flops on top of him, apparently too lazy to even pull out. Not that Hawks exactly wants him to; he's always liked the feeling of being full, and damn does Dabi's cock deliver .
"Fuck," Dabi says, "that was— fuck."
"Oho," Hawks crows, "have I made a god speechless?"
"A little," Dabi admits, propping himself up to look at Hawks properly. "I hope you know it's not usually that easy to make me come."
Hawks snorts. "Wow. A 'this never happens to me' from a god. I can check that off my bucket list. But it's chill, dude: you've been pent up for what, five years? It happens."
"Cute," Dabi says, grinning. "But I'm trying to pay you a compliment , Birdie."
"So you're saying my pussy's 'just that good?'"
"You're so mouthy. What happened to the timid little bird that wandered in here?"
"Well, that was when all I knew about you were the legends. Now that I know you're just as fallible as any other man…" He smirks up at Dabi, who rolls his eyes. "Why, got a problem with it?"
"On the contrary," Dabi says, ducking down to nip at Hawks' neck. "It just makes it all the more satisfying when I make you sing." He kisses the fresh bite mark — and boy, is Hawks going to be covered in hickeys after this — and says, "And I hope you know this isn't over. Far from it."
"Oh," Hawks says, smirking. "I've heard stories about your 'god-like stamina.' Sacrifices talk, you know."
Dabi nuzzles against Hawks' neck. "Do they, now?"
"Mhm." Hawks shifts, and winces, admitting, "Uh, as much as I'm looking forward to more, I might need a minute first. As it turns out, three O's in the span of eight minutes takes a lot out of you."
Dabi laughs. "Sure thing, Birdie." He sits up and carefully pulls out. Hawks shudders at the slow drag, and the empty feeling that follows. Dabi smooths a hand over Hawks' thigh soothingly, then grabs one of the towels to wipe down Hawks' thighs. He towels off his own hands, then helps Hawks pull himself into a sitting position. "You hungry?" Dabi asks. "The, uh, organizers put out a pretty nice spread."
"Gods, yes," Hawks blurts. "I'm starving." He was too nervous to really eat this morning, and his stomach growls loudly to rat him out. Dabi laughs, locating his underwear and pulling it on before getting up.
"I'll grab us a few things. Help yourself to any of the towels or blankets." Now that Dabi mentions it, Hawks is keenly aware of the chill on his exposed bits, and suppresses a shiver. He grabs one of the blankets they didn't just fuck on, and bundles up in it, wrapping it around his shoulders, and pulls a second one into his lap. There's a fond glint in Dabi's eye when he returns and sees Hawks, and the deity takes a seat next to him, pressing their shoulders together and offering him a bottle of water. Hawks takes it, chugging it gratefully.
"You passed up on the chocolate strawberries?" Hawks asks, taking note of the plate in Dabi's lap.
"Figured we'd save those for later. They're more of a dessert food, not a refuelling one."
"True." Hawks picks over Dabi's selections, grabbing one of the finger sandwiches. He toasts with, "Bone apple tit," then shoves the food into his mouth.
Dabi snorts. "Mortal slang will never cease to amuse me. You come up with so much stupid shit."
"How old are you, anyway?" Hawks asks around his mouthful of sandwich. To his credit, Dabi doesn't seem fazed at all.
"Oh, Birdie," he says, "don't you know it's rude to ask an immortal deity their age?"
"So you're really immortal?" Hawks asks. Dabi shrugs.
"Haven't died so far. Not exactly keen on putting that to the test, though."
"Oh, yeah, no," Hawks agrees, reaching for another sandwich. Dabi grabs one of the apple slices off the plate for himself. "So, the last few years — when you rejected the offerings and kicked them out — did you just eat all the food by yourself?"
"More or less," Dabi says. "There's a few spirits that wander around here, and I've been sharing the food with them. Oh, speaking of, remind me to set aside a few of the chocolate strawberries for Twice. they're his favorite."
"They gonna be disappointed about not getting to share as much of the food this year?" Hawks is being realistic — there's so much food here that there's no way they can finish it all on their own.
"Probably. But that's their problem. Besides," Dabi sighs, "they've been pestering me to start accepting offerings again. Something about being too picky. Or hating myself and being too afraid to let myself be happy. It varies depending on which of them you ask." Dabi lets his head fall back, huffing, "It's just gotten so boring." He pauses, glancing sidelong at Hawks. "Well," he amends, "that is, it had, until you showed up."
"So you've said," Hawks says, smirking. He picks at his sandwich, admitting, "Honestly, I've been in kind of the same boat. My life's a fucking drag. I mean, there's good parts — I have a couple good friends, the food's not bad, and I'll never want for any material good. But, uh, I'm not… happy." He winces. "Sorry, that's— you didn't ask to hear my sob story. All I was trying to say is: this is easily the highlight of like, my life. So. Thank you, I guess?" He nods, mostly to himself. "Yeah. Thank you."
Dabi tilts Hawks' face to look at him with a knuckle under his chin, and the smile that he gives Hawks is so soft . "I got you, Songbird," he says. He kisses Hawks, and Hawks melts into it with a sigh. "I got you."