DabiHawks & TodoBaku- Thread - Gangster AU [Violence]

The tip of his Tommy Gun smoked from excessive use and the side of his ribcage throbbed from the kickback. He lifts a matchbox to his lips striking it's side until the lick of flame touches his upper lip. Smoke filled his https://twitter.com/sakusasmask504/status/1329328935360925696

nose for a millisecond before he lit a cigarette. Spitting the match to the ground trading it out for the burning taste of tobacco on his tongue. He pulled the smoke deep into his lungs allowing it to warm him while the force of nicotine flooded his system. His eyes fluttered

closed. He was over tonight. Only minutes until he could find himself a dance hall to saddle into and only seconds after that be ushered underground to a speakeasy. Fuck, he needed a drink.

"Boss, we're ready for you," a sniveling nobody disturbed his peace and tranquility.

Finding time for a quiet cigarette without interruptions lately was becoming tedious.

"Douse 'em, boys," he ordered from around his cigarette gesturing to the pile of bodies.

"You heard Dabi, douse them," an equally annoying entity reiterated. "Hurry up so I can find myself a

bed to keep me warm tonight."

Dabi started to chuckle darkly. "A truly unfortunate turn of events for whomever falls for your incompetence."

He hated these guys. With one last drag he stepped closer to their victims. With a quick flick he tossed the cigarette onto the gasoline

drenched bodies.

"Toss a couple more matches on 'em a scadaddle," Dabi waved his hand walking away from the scene. "Don't want the coppers putting you in chains."

Dabi couldn't care less what happened to these nobodies.

"But boss," that same irritating voice blurted.

"Don't waste my fucking time," Dabi departed ignoring the complaints. More than them he needed to be far away from the scene. In this region, he was infamous. An outlaw known for his affinity with fire. The one and only time he'd been taken in was after a factory

owner didn't take kindly to intimidation. He'd accidentally gotten a flammable substance on his clothes and the moment he flicked the match to ignite the warehouse his clothes caught along with the factory. They'd taken him to the hospital immediately.

One thing about his last name was that he could get out of whatever the fuck he wanted. Not a soul could touch him and he fucking knew it. He had too much dirt on his father who was trying to claim a seat in the Ministry. So, dear ole dad would always get him off scotch free.

The shitty part was now he was even more recognizable and no amount of money could buy a suit or fedora or fabric to cover the severe burns on his face. His chin and neck would be forever a deep red and purple. Not like he was interested in a fucking companion anyway.

Whores he found in dark clubs or in high end brothel would do the job just fine.

Sirens wailed in the distance as the fire began to claim the entire dock. The glow of orange in the darkness made him pause. An image of his mother screaming and being pulled

away by men in white coats too forefront in his mind. He watched as the nurses who'd accompanied the men stabbed his mother with a large needle until she'd been limp in there arms. Dabi fucking hated this memory but it was necessary at moments like this

when he questioned his current path. He's doing this for her, he'd always tell himself. Though that had become a lie years ago, the day he'd killed someone off assignment and mocked them as they begged to live. They'd pleaded and he'd still killed them. That day

he'd realized he liked it. On that day, this crusade had gone from being about her and turned into revenge.

"What's got you all tied up in knots," Shouto fell into step alongside Dabi.

"Nothing important," Dabi deflected but he'd been so close to sharing. On the day

everything changed for him... he'd dragged Shouto down too. He hadn't intended it. The agreement was that Shouto would collect protection taxes from business owners and then payout the monthly bribes to police around the city. He was good at it. That pretty face

got him everywhere. The day Dabi killed a man in cold blood Shouto is the one who burned the house to the ground. Unlike Dabi his thing had never been fire and since that day he's gotten a reputation for using icepicks during "interrogations" and meatlockers or frozen lakes

as body dumps/murder sites. They'd always been like fire and ice so it made sense.

"Join me for a drink?" Shouto asked stopping in front of the mafia owned dance hall. He checked his timepiece for the third time in as many minutes.

"Is he in there?" Dabi rolled his eyes.

"Is it so unfathomable to entertain the idea that I'd like to grab a drink with you?" Shouto tipped his hat then removed it entirely.

"That didn't answer my question," Dabi chuckled but removed his hat to smoothe his hair.

"Fine, he won't arrive for twenty minutes and I'd

rather avoid the flirtatious behavior of the loose women this club employs."

"You're lucky I need a fucking drink," Dabi slipped a cigarette between his teeth. "I don't find pleasure in being your personal bodyguard."

Shouto lit his cigarette then offered the matchbox to

Dabi. "You should both try and get along."

"I'd rather die," Dabi scoffed tossing his trenchcoat at Shouto who handed them to the coat girl.

"Thank you kindly," Shouto winked at the young woman. who visibly swooned. Pretty boy always was able to easily get what he wanted. How

fucking annoying. "Don't share words then. As preposterous as it seems I do enjoy your company."

Without a response to his brother's confession he decidedly trudged onward behind the stage and then deep underground. They were led through a few small tunnels at the end of which

was a gilded room filled with swing music, smoke and booze. Dabi fucking loved it here.

"Oi, Sho. You're in one fucking piece thank fuck," Katsuki one of Dabi's least favorite people and Shouto's fucking partner. "Did you're assignment not go as planned?"

"What do you mean?"

"You're an hour late. I was worried and waiting for tragic news," Katsuki held tightly onto Shouto's bicep his thumb running back and forth.

"Shit, apologies," Shouto stepped closer to the blonde. "What can I do to make it up to you?"

Their eye contact was unbreakable and sinful. Both of them smiling before Katsuki's grin went wide. "I can think of a few ways," he bit his lip and Shouto followed its movement. God he fucking hated it here.

He cleared his throat. That got their attention. "This right here is

why I hate attending parties or events or going out with you two." His eyes shifted between them.

Finally realizing how close they were standing in public they separated. "I apolo-"
"Save it," he put a hand up to stop Shouto. "I'm going to grab a drink. You two go find somewhere

to fuck while I try to drown myself with scotch."

"Dab-"
"No fuck off," Dabi turned on his heel heading straight for the stool in the furthest and darkest corner of the bar. His brother hadn't even tried to follow. They'd immediately

straightened up and headed to one of the private business quarters at the back of the space.

"Fuckin' brothers. Always the goddamn worst," Dabi muttered under his breath. There was a wet snap in front of him.

"Siblings are a curse. What's your poison

pretty boy?" the cocky blonde bartender asked.

His mind had momentarily malfunctioned. Pretty boy? No one had ever said that in his direction ever. Especially not a man... so plainly... and in public. What the fuck was even happening? He shook himself out of it.

"Scotch on

the rocks," Dabi choked out.
"Any particular kind?"
"I don't give a fuck. Make it strong," Dabi said passively.
"You're a feisty one aren't you?"

Dabi ignored the statement rolling his eyes and looking out over the sea of patrons.

A glass was slipped into his hand, the cool touch felt good against his burns. The bartender's fingers lingered on his hand for a moment longer than necessary. Then they were jerked away as though he hadn't meant to do it. Dabi was screaming inside his head and

trying to swallow his nerves. This would be the first time a man had ever flirted with him without being paid... fuck.
"Names Keigo but my friends call me Hawks. What's your name pretty boy?"
"Who's paying you to do this?"
"Do what?"
"Flirt with me," Dabi whisper yelled.

The blonde's eyes went wide with shock. "I'd never accept money for something I'd willingly do myself for free."

"So you're serious then," Dabi asked feeling like a nervous preteen all over again.

"Serious as a heart attack," Hawks flashed a bright smile. "Don't leave

hot stuff. I'll be right back."

He was majorly fucking confused. However, it'd been years since he'd felt genuine touch and longer than he can remember since he was with a man. People tend to not stick around in his line of work.

But this guy, why him? His hair was wildly

curly standing up in all directions, he wore eyeliner for fucks sake, and his white button up with a red vest hugged him so tightly. During his observations he realized that the vest was patterned with red satin feathers and his pocket square was covered in birds. He downed his

his drink.

Raising his glass as he held back a burning cough he yelled. "What's a man got to do to get a drink around here?"

Hawks blew a large pink bubble from his mouth before snapping it and raising a suggestive eyebrow. Walking over with slow movements watching as

Dabi's eyes followed. He leaned in so his whisper made across the bar. Looking Dabi dead in the eyes he licked his lip. "All you gotta do is get on your knees for me hot stuff," Hawks said slow emphasizing the f in stuff.

"Impossible."

"How so?" Hawks moved an inch backwards like he'd been burnt. Yet still not one hundred percent convinced Dabi didn't want this too.

"Simple really," Dabi moved forward this time. "Because we both know you were born to be on your knees and I'm here to help you fulfil

that purpose."

Hawks inhaled sharply. Dabi watched as a flush broke across his cheeks. "Gotta prove you deserve it first pretty boy," Hawks dropped his voice.

"I'm ready when you're Baby doll," Dabi's stomach was fluttering and he began to sweat.

Hawks choked when he said "Baby doll" he'd liked that. The man straightened his vest turned around said he wasn't feeling well to the bar lead.

"Let's go, hot stuff." Hawks threw his coat on heading for the exit. Dabi could only follow he was completely

entranced by this man. Every part of his shook with excitement. Maybe tonight wouldn't be bad after all.

~end~

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