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This won't leave my brain so have a drabble: #dabihawks, obvs cw for blood drinking, but also implied nsfw

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Dabi had been hungry before. He was no stranger to an empty stomach, to long, cold nights without a bite to eat. But this... This wasn't hunger, it was /starvation./
It gnawed at his belly, clawed up his throat and left him gasping, dizzy, clutching the couch as he tried not to

fall to his knees.
"You- you feel this- constantly?" He croaked, his free hand pressed to a wailing stomach.
"Pretty much." Toga was sat on the coffee table, watching blue sparks dance between her fingers.
After fleeing a fight that had left them with each other's Quirks, the two

of them were rushed back to the villa, where they were waiting for one of the PLF's physicians to come check them out. Dabi didn't think he'd last that long. His vision was spotty, his throat drier than the ashen bones of his victims.
"How the fuck-?"

"I'm used to it, remember? I'm always craving blood, have been for years." Toga shrugged, giggling, "Your Quirk is pretty neat, too. I feel all cozy and warm in my own body." She wrapped her arms around herself, humming happily.
"So glad you can enjoy my torment, leech." Dabi

growled.
"I'm glad you understand mine, matchstick." She replied, her voice made distant by the ringing in his ears.
He needed a drink, something, anything to sooth the ache. He stumbled to the kitchen, shaking hands getting a glass of water from the sink. He chugged it down,

felt it rush down his throat and fill his stomach, but the pain merely sharpened, like a knife twisted in his gut. /It wasn't enough,/ water wouldn't sate him, and he doubted food would, either. He needed... needed blood.

He ground his palm against his face, trying to think, but his brain was scrambled by the yawning in his belly.
That was when he heard the front door open, heard Toga exclaim, "Hawksie! Look what I can do!"
Hawks. /Hawks./ Dabi's brain latched onto that name, onto the hero, to the

sound of his startled laugh and his voice from the other room. He could hear but he couldn't, heard the drawl of the hero's voice and Toga reply, before his vision was filled with /RED./ It made his heart jump into his throat.
But it wasn't blood, it was Hawks' wings in front of

him, and after a second he realized the hero's face was there, too, concern etched on his sculpted features when it swam into focus.
"...bi? Dabi?" He was asking, cupping the villain's face gently, "Are you alright?"
"Q- Quirk-" was all he managed to wheeze, because he was

suddenly /deafened./ He could hear Hawks' heartbeat, hear the very pulse of his veins in his wrists, right by his face. There was an ache in Dabi's teeth, then, a pull like they were getting wrenched out with pliers. It made him whine, clapping a hand over his mouth.
There,

against his fingers and the inside of his mouth, he could feel his teeth. He could feel them /growing/, his canines were elongating.
"What the fuck?" He croaked.
"What? What's wrong?" Hawks asked immediately, warm fingers grabbing Dabi's wrist. "Toga told me what happened- Dabi,

what can I do?"
Dabi managed to drag his eyes back to Hawks', and his stomach wailed.
"I... need... blood." He choked out on a dry tongue. Hawks didn't even bat an eye.
"Okay." He said. He stepped closer, his grip gently squeezing Dabi's wrist, "Have some of mine, then."

If he could think straight, Dabi would question his willingness, and no doubt receive a quipped reply along the lines of, "better me than someone else," but he couldn't get the words out.
Hawks had consented, offered him the thing he needed most. He really wasn't thinking as he

lunged. Hawks grunted in surprise as Dabi shoved him up against the counter, pinning him with one hand on his hip as the other seized Hawks' throat.
His breath shortened with excitement as Dabi dug his thumb into Hawks' neck, forcing the hero to turn his head.
He could hear it,

hear the blood pulsing through Hawks' veins, hear his heartbeat fluttering, out of time to the thrumming of Dabi's own.
The pull in his teeth was unbearable. Like there was an invisible grip on them, guiding him, he found his lips pressed to the side of Hawk's neck. He heard

the hero's breath hitch as his breath ghosted against smooth skin. He could smell Hawks' body wash- something oceanic and tropical- and his cologne- something expensive and masculine that made him dizzy. He drank it in, lips brushing against Hawks' skin until goosebumps broke

out under his touch. Dabi's tongue lolled out, and he slowly, languidly lapped up the hero's throat, until he could feel his pulse under it. Whatever iota of restraint he had left was broken when he felt Hawks' arms wrap around his shoulder, one hand pressing against the back of

his head. It was a light pressure, urging him on silently. Like he'd been doing it his whole life, Dabi's lips peeled back to reveal inch-long canines. His breath froze and he held it as they lightly rested on Hawks' skin.
The bird shuddered, then Dabi's fangs sank into his

throat. They punctured through cleanly, like a needle through a grape, and his chest vibrated as Hawks groaned beneath him. Dabi's eyes fluttered shut at the first coppery tang to touch his tongue, a groan of his own answering Hawks'.
He bit harder, driving his fangs deeper,

before he released the bite. Twin beads of blood swelled from the wounds, and Dabi lapped them up greedily, his grip tightening on Hawks' hip.
"Dabi." Hawks whispered breathlessly, but Dabi ignored him, sealing salivating lips over the bites and sucking like he was trying to give

the hero the biggest hickey of his life. Hawks made a noise akin to a moan, and Dabi couldn't deny the heat spreading through his belly, in more ways than one.
Blood filled his mouth and he swallowed it with a relieved gasp through his nose, the gnawing in his stomach finally

soothed. Copper and warmth and /Hawks/ filled his senses, like a thick, comforting fog that dispelled the dizziness and static.
"Dabi." Hawks breathed again, his hips bucking against the villain's. If his mouth wasn't occupied, he would've laughed at the obvious bulge in Hawks'

pants, pressing against Dabi's thigh. He swallowed his mouthful of blood and forced himself to pull back, saliva and blood shining on his lips.
"Excited, are we, birdie?" He asked, tongue running over his lips to collect what was there.
Hawks' face was flushed, his pupils blown

and breathing uneven. "I..."
Dabi chuckled, taking his arm. "Come on, then. Bedroom, I'm not fucking you where Toga can see. Don't think I'm done with my meal, though."
Hawks swallowed, merely nodding before he stumbled after the bloodthirsty villain.