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“Birdie.” The quiet gravelly voice sends a shiver down the hero’s back. His steps echo on the pavement as the street light washes over him. It illuminates his messy black hair and startlingly blue eyes, casting shadows on the purple of his damaged skin. Silver staples and piercings glint as his lips spread into a smirk. “This better be some damn good intel.” His voice is seductive, dangerous. 

Keigo grins innocently, pinching the thick envelope between two gloved fingers and giving it a waggle. “Wanna find out?” he taunts. 

The villain exhales slowly, breath fogging in the icy air, hands stuffed in his pockets as he steps forward. He pauses, nose-to-nose with the blonde as he curls his fingers on the bottom of the envelope. A hot breath smelling of bourbon and musk ghosts Keigo’s nose. It’s so very enticing as always, making Keigo lean forward, heart pounding as he chases after it. “It’s as good as you say, it’s a deal; you can come by whenever you want.”

***

Apparently, whatever the hero commission had supplied had been as good as he’d claimed, because he stands nervously at the door of L.O.V., preparing to finally meet Shigaraki. Everything had to be perfect. He smooths his already perfectly tousled blonde waves and saunters in. 

The league is gathered in the bar, lounging around causally; Toga sits at a stool, one leg dangling; Spinner shoots back a shot, glaring at him from a booth alongside Twice; Kurogiri wipes glasses behind the bar; Dabi lounges with a drink, on a stool next to their fearless leader. Shigaraki’s red gaze flicks up, uninterested in the newcomer as he reads a paper. Keigo bites back a chuckle - the paper is upside down. “Nice to finally meet’cha,” the hero sticks his hand out in greeting with a cheery smile. Doubting Shigaraki would disintegrate him right away but challenging him anyway.

True to form, the villain scratches his chin in annoyance, but turns to finally face the hero. “Idiot bird,” he says, voice surprisingly crackly. “You have a death wish?”

Such a blunt reaction surprises Keigo and his grin becomes genuine, bemused. “Oh?”

“Don’t play coy with me,” Shiggy stares him down, leaning back and crossing his legs, paper abandoned. “There’s no way you aren’t already aware of my quirk.”

That was the first time Keigo met Shiggy. 

Weeks pass, with the hero deeply undercover and finding himself spending more and more of his time with the fascinating villains. Out of necessity of course. Everything in the name of being the perfect hero, saving the world, following orders like a good little soldier. 

He sighs as he finds himself lured once again to the hideout. Shrugging, Keigo shakes off the rain and pushes the door open. Why not? Maybe he could get more intel. 

***

Plans are quickly derailed however when only two villains are present; Dabi and Shiggy, pressed against each other, lips locked. The door slips between Keigo’s frozen fingers, swinging shut as his breath hitches. Dabi leans back, breaking off the steamy kiss, back turned to the hero.

“Birdie.” Dabi greets him without moving. “Everything okay?”

Shigaraki’s cheeks are pink as he glares at the floor, seeming embarrassed and irritated as he refuses to look at the hero. 

“I… I-” Keigo falters, taking a step back, eyes wide as an unfamiliar reaction stirs in his body, searing in his groin, almost like- 

Oh shit. 

His meds. He’d forgotten to take them. 

A tremor wracks his body as his instincts surface. Wanting and raw and uncaring in their demands. 

Shiggy raises a brow as the panting pigeon weakly shuffles over, gloves hands reaching out as he topples over. Dabi steadies him, allowing the blonde to lean heavily against him for support. They both frown, wondering what triggered such an effect. Shigaraki inspects the hero, searching for injuries or signs of a fight.

Keigo pants, lips parting as though he wants to speak. They lean in closer, straining to listen. His eyes constrict and pulse in a birdlike fashion, glowing up at them, focusing in and out as his pupils shrink and enlarge. “Shiggy… and Dabi…” he mumbles, gasping.

“Yes?!” Shiggy can’t help but anxiously reply, speaking for Dabi as well. It seems urgent, whatever it is.

“...” the hero whimpers. “M-mate with me.”

Dabi nearly drops him. It almost seems like a joke. Except his flushed face, his animalistic hazy eyes, his panting lips, his burning and weak body suggest otherwise. “You screwing with us?” The villain can’t help but be suspicious. Shigaraki seems equally stunned, rubbing the back of his head as though uncertain. 

The hero doesn’t respond, shivering violently as his body gives out, collapsing into their arms. Keigo sighs as his vision goes dizzy. Hmm… I wonder what they’ll do now? He wonders as the world fades to black. 

***

And this is how Dabi and Shigaraki end up with a sick bird.

The young leader sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. Dabi scoops up the unconscious hero, icy blues fixed to Shigaraki as he thinks. “Take him to my room.” He eventually grumbles, leading the way. “We’ll call a doctor and find out what the hell is going on.” Dabi grunts in acknowledgement as he trails behind, hero safely tucked in his arms.

***

“Well?” Shigaraki snaps, impatient as ever. “Is he alright or not?”

Dabi also turns expectantly to the mutant specialist examining the hero as he lies asleep in Shigaraki’s bed. The little old lady sighs and gives them a long-suffering look. “Boys. I understand your concern but these things take time.”

“Hurry it up already,” Shiggy growls, turning and itching at his neck. 

The woman decides against pointing out she’s been in the room a total of three minutes and returns her attention to the mutant. 

“Shiggy,” Dabi is there, uncaring of the audience as he leans in close, snatching his wrist and making him pause in his pacing. “You’re gonna give yourself more scabs.” Shigaraki scowls in return, wrenching his wrist away and crossing his arms. Of course he’d be worried about something as meaningless as that. They’d fooled around a few times now, keeping it fairly casual. Dabi often complained about the scabs ever present on Shiggy’s neck, growing annoyed whenever he’d try to mouth or nip at them. 

Dabi doesn’t respond when the slim leader yanks his hand away. He’d been working on Shigaraki for awhile now. Not that villain understood anything or how deeply his feelings truly ran, falling much deeper than simple sex. It had begun as a drunken mistake and developed from there, with Dabi randomly stealing kisses, enjoying the way it left the other breathless. Soon they were tangled and groping anytime they were alone - which wasn’t often. Not that Shigaraki seemed to protest. Until after the fact, when he’d stubbornly scowl or resume indifference. For some reason, it only egged Dabi on, wanting to draw out groans and remind him of his desperation. Of how, it was anything but casual. 

Because Shigaraki belonged to Dabi. Whether he wanted to admit it or not. 

And yet, there was also Hawks. The idiot hero flirting with danger, weaseling his way into Dabi’s affections against his better judgment. The villain knows Hawks is, in all likelihood, a spy. But the damned pigeon tried so hard, always finding an excuse, a way to bounce back no matter how severely Dabi shoved him away. Perhaps it’s selfish. But then, did it really matter? There were already so few people in the world who could move Dabi’s icy heart in such a way. He’d take whatever he could get, refusing to let go. And if Keigo wanted him, wanted both of them… if it wasn’t just a feverish tease-

Dabi forces himself to breathe. 

Lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t hear the question until it’s repeated. “Which of you is the boyfriend?” the woman asks, wrinkled eyes flicking from one to the other. 

Shiggy and Dabi exchange a wide-eyed look. Will she only explain his condition if he’s dating one of us?

“I am!” They declare simultaneously. “He is!” They try to correct - again together. Shiggy scowls and Dabi rolls his eyes. 

“It’s… complicated.” Dabi finally settles on as the woman gives them a strange look. 

“Very well then,” she frowns at them, speaking slowly. “Well. You should know his body is changing… reacting to whomever his given mate is.”

“Meaning?” Shigaraki presses tensely, glancing anxiously at the blonde. 

“Meaning that his quirk gives him several bird traits. One of which is the ability to form a very deep and profound bond with his… significant other,” she falters, glancing awkwardly between the two villains again before quickly moving on. “He’ll be quite affectionate and his bird instincts will take over as he tries to woo his chosen mate. I do want to warn you it may seem quite strange and animalistic - but please try to be understanding; he’s going to be very sensitive to any form of rejection or abandonment until his heat ends.”

“He’s going to go into heat?” Dabi’s wide blue eyes flick to the hero. 

“Like a dog?” Shiggy adds, blurting before he can stop himself. 

“Like a bird,” the little old woman corrects with a gentle smile. “Now then - if you’re not sure who his mate is, it should become quite apparent very soon.” She gathers her coat and moves to the door. “I do wish you all the best of luck. Give it a few hours and he should wake up soon.” She winks as she bids them farewell. 

And so Dabi and Shigaraki are left to simply gawk at the hero and each other, wondering who the mutant would claim when he finally awoke. 

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The hours tick by. Shigaraki and Spinner play video games; Dabi uses the time to clean his piercings and sew the holes in his pants from earlier in the week. Toga sneaks in a few of her sweaters, creating the beginnings of a growing pile nearly everyone adds to. 

“Hell to the fuck no,” Dabi quips, shoving the pile of tattered clothes away.

“Aww, c’mon Dabi! No one else knows how! Please!” She begs on behalf of the entire league. 

Dabi rolls his eyes. It’s not like he has anything better to do. “Fine. Sit down and I’ll teach you.” Toga squeals happily and pulls up a stool, watching intensely as he begins to walk her through the steps. 

It takes her a couple of tries and it’s messy but then, it was progress. Dabi watches and corrects from time to time as she stabs a jacket with the needle. They work in silence, listening to the sounds streaming from the video game. Neither Shiggy nor Dabi had spoken about what they would do if they were chosen. They knew undoubtedly it would certainly be one of them - they had been the only ones in the room when it happened. The specialist had all but confirmed it. Dabi tries not to think about it too much - whatever happened wasn’t within his control. 

Shigaraki can’t stop thinking about it. The game does little to distract him as the clock slowly ticks by. He forces himself to remain seated and it’s hard. Shigaraki is not known for his patience but he’ll be damned if anyone catches him running back and forth to his room to constantly check on the idiot hero. Besides, it seemed obvious the bird would likely choose Dabi anyway. Shiggy doesn’t care. Couldn’t care less. 

***

Just when it seems as though the hero might sleep through the remainder of the early evening and into the night, a bird breaks in. Toga pricks her finger, jumping and covering her ears against the awful screeches. The villains glance around for the unseen intruder, shouting over the piercing shrieks echoing loudly off the walls. 

“What the hell?! Wifey, I’ll save you!” Twice exclaims, leaping to Toga’s side. 

“Shit! Someone grab the broom!” Spinner curses, dropping the controller to cover his ears, much to Shiggy’s annoyance. 

Shigaraki scowls and cracks his neck, already heading in the direction of the unholy screeches. “Dabi. Let’s go find it and roast it.” Dabi falls in line behind him, blue flames springing to life in his palm. 

They follow the curve of the hall wincing as the screeching grows unbearable, coming from-

“The hell?” Dabi murmurs to himself as they stop in front of Shigaraki’s door. He extinguishes his fire with an audible singe and turns the knob, keeping Shiggy behind him as he cracks the door open. 

Huge gold orbs stare back at him. The hero is awake. The screeches have stopped.

“Dabi? What is it?! Did you scare it off?!” Shiggy shoves past him, in search of the offender, broom poised to strike. “Hawks?” Shigaraki freezes as he sees the hero stir, grip slackening as the broom is slowly lowered.

The blonde cocks his head at them, sitting up in the bed. His eyes are red tinged and puffy as though he’d been crying. Gold orbs flick to the weapon and frown. 

“Uh- for a bird,” Shiggy mumbles - rather lamely. Dabi enters the room, silently walking to the hero. 

“Birdie,” he brushes back a loose strand and sits on the edge of the bed. “Need to ask you something-” Before the villain can finish deciding how best to phrase his question, the blonde squeals brightly and tackles him, affectionately nuzzling the slender arm.

“Guess it was you then.” Shiggy rubs his arm and shrugs. “It’s not really all that surprising.” Dabi watches as he turns to the door. “I have business to attend to,” Shiggy informs them as he opens the door and leaves. 

Dabi frowns, knowing full well Shigaraki hadn’t been doing jack shit in the hours it had taken Hawks to awaken. He doesn’t get a chance to think beyond that before another painful scream sounds directly in his ear. Wincing and quickly covering his ears, Dabi simply stares, dumbfounded at the apparent source. 

Their fearless leader scrambles back into the room, broom braced for attack as he wildly scans the empty air. But the only ones in the room are Dabi and Hawks. “Where the hell is it?!” Shiggy snaps in frustration, bitter as he lowers the weapon once again. He glowers at the walls as he claws at his neck in irritation. This stupid bird is going to haunt me until I shoo it out! Shiggy curses the infernal thing, lurking somewhere in his very room. 

“Well it’s definitely a bird,” Dabi retorts, pointedly staring at the hero with an unamused expression. The villain follows his gaze to a teary eyed Hawks and frowns. As if to illustrate his point, Dabi rises in one fluid motion, brushing the confused hero away as he goes to the door and disappears out of sight. Immediately, the insufferable screeches resume as Hawks screams in protest and cries. Shigaraki witnesses the reaction in a silent shock. And once again, the cries cease the moment Dabi re-enters the room with the gold orbs suspiciously watching for any movement indicating he might leave again. “Apparently Birdie here doesn’t like either of us leaving.” 

Shigaraki tries to work out the meaning, but his brain is stuck in a fog. “Wait, so… he woke up… and just started screaming?”

Smirking, Dabi walks to the villain and sarcastically pushes him to the bed. The moment Shigaraki stumbles within reach, the bird smiles and tries to cuddle him. “Yeah. Pretty sure it’s not just me,” Dabi chuckles, amused at the clingy pigeon. Shigaraki blushes and struggles to keep his destructive hands away from the stupid bird who tries to squirm closer. 

Shigaraki tsks, annoyed at Dabi’s assumption. “Hawks - who are you trying to mate with here?” he asks, determined to put an end to the shenanigans once and for all. It’s obviously still Dabi- Pretty trills and whistles are the only response as the blonde smiles up at him. What the hell? Hmm. This must be the unusual bird traits then. Fine. I’ll just have to be more specific and use yes or no questions, Shigaraki reasons. “Hawks - answer if your mate is in this room.” Another bright whistle. Dabi joins them on the bed, sitting next to Shigaraki. “Okay. Now chirp if it’s Dabi and whistle if it’s me.” The bratty pigeon does neither; instead he launches himself between the two men, croaking and warbling. 

Dabi chuckles while Shiggy scowls. “I mean… he did name us both. After seeing us together.” Dabi shrugs, unsurprised and unfazed. 

“How can you be so calm?!” Shiggy accuses, red eyes narrowing. 

The villain leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the grouchy leader. “Mm. Why not? You could have us both this way.” Dabi suggests in an enticing whisper. His icy blues are lidded as he pulls away; Hawks shoots up a wolf whistle from where he’s awkwardly nestled between them, grinning. “Birdie seems happy.”

The crimson eyes are wide as they dart from one to the other. A flurry of emotions flick across his face; shock, disbelief, embarrassment, consideration, finally settling on suspicion. All in a matter of seconds. “You don’t mean that… Hawks might not even want-”

The impotent bird darts up, pecking little kisses all over Shiggy’s cheek before quickly ducking back down, giggling. 

“Uh huh.” Dabi crosses his arms, raising a brow. “That’s why he’s trying to shower you in kisses right? ‘Cause he doesn’t want you?” While Shiggy struggles for an answer and blushes profusely, Dabi walks around the bed to the other side and spreads himself comfortably on one side so that Hawks can curl up to him, singing prettily as he showers Dabi in a similar flurry of quick little kisses. 

“Is that… what you want?” Shiggy finally asks, a little too point blank. 

Because feelings? Sure, Dabi has them. But talking about feelings? Yeah no. Fuck that shit. “Either way we can’t reject him right now ‘til his body settles or whatever.” Dabi evades the question, shamelessly using the good doc’s own recommendation to his advantage. “I’m fine either way,” he adds slowly, implying the unspoken question held in the crimson gaze. “You’re already screwing me. And I’ve seen the way you look at Birdie here. Ball’s in your court, Sweetheart.” It’s a complete gamble. 

Hawks, seeming to somehow sense the significance of the official question, decides to try to help. He warbles softly, questioningly, and wraps his arms around Shiggy, big round eyes pleading for acceptance. His brows are knitted in a vulnerable, hopeful expression. Shigaraki’s breath hitches in surprise at sudden contact and he nervously averts his eyes, lips tightening into a thin line before he finally gives the barest of nods. “Ugh… f-fine,” he begrudgingly agrees. Dabi’s heart pounds, it’s almost unreal. “But just you two! I’m not screwing just whoever! So don’t even think about trying to pull anything perverted just because I agreed to this!” Shiggy quickly lectures them. 

A pleased grin splits across both men’s faces in response to the words. “Oh? That mean you’ll just be ours then?” Dabi drawls, smirking. “Didn’t realize you already wanted to be exclusive.” Hawks purrs seductively as though in agreement. Shiggy shoots the hero a dirty look, uncertain how much the pigeon truly understands and mistrusting because of it. 

“As if,” Shiggy scoffs. “The two of you are a pain enough all on your own!” Shigaraki didn’t need to admit anything. He was simply a man interested in other men, far too busy for dating or meeting anyone. Dabi, for whatever reason, was also interested in him - likely the easy access to his near constant presence and far cozier bed. And now Hawks, with his impending heat. Who was worth his weight in gold as far as intel and influence were concerned. Necessity and nothing more. They just… needed each other. For now. 

Hawks chirps happily, carrying an entire conversation no one else can understand as he pulls Shiggy down into a cuddle pile. The villains fall silent, content to listen to the pretty nonsensical chatter. They eventually fall asleep this way; with Shigaraki curled around Hawks’ chest; Dabi pressed against the hero’s opposite side, with his cheek nestled in soft blonde waves; and Hawks purring between them.

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The morning comes with soft light streaming into the room, making the villains groan as they begin to wake. Shigaraki in particular, protests the early hour as he rubs the sleep from his tired eyes, yawning as he blearily focuses his gaze at the startlingly close amber orbs fixed less than an inch away. Pretty warbles and sweet chirps greet him as he starts, recalling the events of yesterday. 

“Uh, morning,” the awkward leader mumbles, instinctively drawing back from the too close bird. It’s the first anyone has actually stayed to cuddle throughout the night. Although they hooked up from time to time, Dabi took off immediately after, every time. Shigaraki has little knowledge of proper etiquette or how to handle such a situation. Not that the cheery blonde seems to notice, still babbling in birdie talk, seeming happy to have Shiggy’s attention. Keigo covers him in little, quick kisses, uncaring of the villain’s reservations or personal space. Shiggy’s only response is a quiet grunt as he permits the action without returning it, stiff as he lies still. The blonde simply coos curiously at him, tilting his head as though processing the odd reaction only to turn his attention away immediately.  

Dabi stirs, frowning at the unfamiliar room until he remembers. The corner of his lip curls up. That’s right. I couldn’t leave last night thanks to Keigo. It’s the first time they’re waking up together. Normally Shigaraki would simply yawn and turn over, uninterested in cuddles or any further interaction after the deed was done. So Dabi always left. Or Shigaraki would dress and leave him naked to go play video games with Spinner. Dabi never stopped him, simply wrapping himself for a time in the musky blankets until he had to leave for some reason or another. Although the leader was a surprisingly giving lover - and a complete bottom much to Dabi’s amusement -, he wasn’t one for affections. Or feelings. Or cuddles. 

“Mm, hey Pretty Bird,” Dabi murmurs, voice even more gravelly than usual from lack of use. The blonde cheers and giggles happily, chirping. He smiles softly, lazily reaching a hand up and petting through the blonde waves. Keigo whistles brightly and leans into the caress. “Heh, cute.” Dabi keeps his comment low so that only he and the bird can hear it. 

Sitting up and yawning, Shiggy looks exhausted with his messy white hair and dark circles under his irritated eyes. “How long will he be like this? The heroes will notice if he’s gone too long.” And that certainly wouldn’t do. The grouchy villain scratches his neck. 

Dabi shrugs, content to play with the adorably pigeon. “No clue. So what now? Any plans for today?”

Shiggy thumbs through his phone, pinkie lifted so as not to decay it. “Ugh. Looks like the doc needs supplies for the Nomu. We’ll have to send a team out to retrieve them. Do you want to go?”

“Whatever you say, Shiggy.” Dabi replies simply without glancing up from the curious pigeon fiddling with his slender fingers and poking at the stables embedded in his purpled skin, drawn by their gleam. The villain watches, bemused. Guess Birdie likes shiny things. The blonde grins dopily at him, blowing noisy kisses at the patchwork of stables offered to him as Dabi lifts his arm for inspection. 

Shiggy rolls his eyes. “Are you even listening?” Dabi hums, half ignoring him. “It’s too early for this. You can stay here if you make coffee.” 

“Fine. Stay with Birdie then.” Dabi wonders if he’ll be able to escape the room, unwilling to deal with screeches so early in the morning. He slides off the bed, about to walk to the door when a teary chirp sounds behind him, a gloved hand tugging on his sleeve. “It’s okay, Keigo. Stay with Shiggy, kay?” Dabi tries to push the bird away and into Shiggy arms but the blonde glances back at the indifferent villain and whines, displeased and ready to throw an emotional tantrum. Dabi sighs and tries to walk away only for the bird to hiss and croak at him in warning. “Uh Shiggy-”

The crusty leader groans and climbs out of bed, grabbing his gloves and shoving them on from his nightstand. They covered only two fingers, blocking his quirk so that he couldn’t accidentally disintegrate anything. “C’mon Hawks. Let’s go.” He invites the unruly bird to follow but the blonde blinks and cocks his head, frowning at them. Shiggy curses, doubling back and scooping the stupid thing up. “I want coffee,” he emphasizes with a growl, cradling the hero bridal style as he stomps to the door. 

Wordlessly, Dabi opens the door and stands back, letting Shiggy go through first. Keigo seems surprised at being so blatantly manhandled and tries to peek over Shiggy’s shoulder, searching for Dabi. He warbles anxiously and reaches for the villain, fingers clenching around nothing in a stress grip until Dabi takes his hand, allowing himself to be towed along behind them. They walk into the kitchen in this manner, drawing strange looks from the rest of the league already present. 

Dabi ignores them, stoic and unfazed as ever as though this is a common, everyday occurrence. Shiggy has a one track mind as he reaches the empty coffee pot, handling off the bundle of bird to Dabi as he rifles through the cabinets, preparing the coffee the way he likes. Keigo, surprised at once again being so obviously manhandled, blinks up at Dabi, chirping in confusion. 

“Is that… Hawks?” Toga curiously peeks over Dabi’s rumpled jacket. The hero tilts his head, round eyes matching her curiosity. “What happened to him?”

The villains shrug. “Don’t know. Something about imprinting on us or some mutant thing.”

“Woah! On both of you?!” Toga bounces excitedly. “Ohmygosh! Can we keep him?!”

“He’s not a pet or a toy,” Shigaraki snaps from over his shoulder, dumping far too many grounds into the filter and smashing the buttons impatiently. “And anyway, I need to send a team out. We’re stuck on birdie duty so you, Twice and Compress should be enough. Kurogiri can warp you-”

It’s hard to focus on his orders when Keigo starts singing. “Boo-be-doo! Boo-boo-be-dobi-do!” He nods his head to the beat, his voice garbled and inhuman like a bird’s. The song continues into showy whistles and hoots. 

“Aww! He’s so cute!” Toga squeals, completely focused on the blonde. He grins at her, enjoying the attention and showboating. “What a pretty bird!” She exclaims, hands balled excitedly by her cheeks as she grins at him. 

“Pretty Bird!” Hawks repeats proudly, voice just as warbled. Toga gushes and squeals, saying phrases he happily repeats. “Pew pew! Pew pew!” He adds loudly, entertaining himself. 

Shiggy uses the time to pour himself a black coffee with an ungodly amount of sugar and nothing else, sipping it quietly as he wakes up. “I texted you the list of things we need-”

“Aw! But I wanna play with him!” Toga whines, turning to pout at the villain. 

“It won’t take long,” Shigaraki growls, biting back the urge to snap at her. “You can see him later after you get back.”

Toga perks at this and agrees, skipping off to find Twice and Mr. Compress. Dabi and Shiggy wait for her to disappear out of earshot before turning to the hero still smiling in Dabi’s arms. 

“Pretty Bird!” Shiggy tries quickly before anyone else can hear him. 

“Pretty Bird!” Keigo exclaims brightly. 

“Peekaboo!” Dabi whispers down, copying one of the expressions Toga had used.

“Peekaboo! Peekaboo!” Hawks warbles back, giggling. 

“So um, Shiggy,” Dabi composes himself, smile fading into a serious expression as he coughs. “Birdie duty for today?” He’s almost impressed he manages to ask with a straight face. 

The crusty leader wears an equally serious expression as he nods, raising his coffee mug. “Birdie duty.” He confirms somberly. The number two is a major asset to the league; keeping him happy is a high priority, after all. 

Keigo blows them kisses, clicking and laughing happily at his own antics. Dabi can’t help the huge grin spreading across his lips in triumph. 

Oh, today is going to be fun.

***

Keigo squawks curiously as he’s passed back to Shiggy, greeting him with a wolf whistle. “Can I have a kiss?!” He mimics another choice phrase Toga had imparted. Shiggy ignores him, walking to the couch to wait while Dabi tosses eggs and other ingredients into a pan. Kissy sounds insist on an answer as though Keigo has enough awareness to understand the meaning of his question. 

Shiggy glances down at the lovebird trying to snuggle closer, and begrudgingly gives him a quick peck. Keigo goes wild, screeching and giggling loudly in his excitement. He bobs his head and sings to himself again. “Kiss! Gimme a kiss!” He repeats over and over until Shiggy quickly presses another quick peck to his lips. Before Shiggy can pull away however, the sneaky bird holds his head in place and presses several little kisses against the crusty lips so that he can properly return the kiss. It makes the leader blush profusely, shoving the hero away who whines as though hurt. Barely a fraction of a second passes as the wide gold eyes stare up at him, huge and vulnerable. Before his face completely crumples and he wails loudly. 

Dabi comes running immediately and Keigo climbs over the couch, scrambling to reach him. The villain, though confused, pulls the sobbing bird to his chest and tries to soothe him. “Shiggy, what the hell did you do?!” At first Dabi wonders if some part of the hero had somehow gotten decayed or injured but he can’t find any signs of it. 

“N-nothing! He just surprised me when he kissed me and I pushed him away and he started crying!” Shiggy answers in a single panicked breath. “I guess he took it as rejection though-”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “Reject him later if you don’t want him.” It sounds harsher than Dabi meant but the teary-eyed dove deserved better. Especially in such a vulnerable state.

“Keigo, I’m sorry,” Shiggy sighs in frustration, scratching at his neck. “I won’t push you away anymore,” he pleads, nearly willing to agree to anything to put an end to the pathetic cries as the bird cringes away from him. “Kisses? Do you want kisses? You can have all the kisses!”

The blonde sniffs and peers from the safety of Dabi’s chest, hiccupping as his cries die down. 

“C’mere, sweetheart, didn’t mean to push you, I promise,” Shiggy hears himself murmur, leaning forward to press soft kisses into the blonde locks. 

The amber gaze is still mistrustful and suspicious and hurt. Dabi understands that look. Has felt it in his own heart every single time Shiggy carelessly left or ignored him outside of sex. Unwilling to give Shiggy a chance to make up with Keigo, Dabi scowls and turns on his heel, selfishly hogging the whimpering bird as he returns to the task at hand - breakfast. He shifts the hero from his arms to his back, wings fluttering to help. Keigo feels nice pressed against his back with his legs and arms wrapped Dabi as he nuzzles his neck and purrs. It’s more somber and dejected, wanting comfort, especially compared to his earlier songs and pretty chatter. The red wings fold neatly back in place. Shiggy doesn’t come after them but they can feel the crimson stare watching them from the couch.

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It turns out Keigo likes cartoons. 

It comes as a surprise when Toga flips the T.V. on after returning from their mission and the hero flies from Dabi’s arms to the couch, landing hazardously next to Toga. Startled, Toga smiles and turns up the show, some vintage cartoon with old-timey footage. Keigo settles himself and cocks his head, whistling and singing along with the characters. 

“What’cha doing?” he mimics, voice warbled. He watches intensely as a bomb is dropped and evitably explodes, charring a wolf. He repeats the sound a few times, smiling to himself. Dabi shrugs and takes his coffee to the couch as well, earning several pleased trills.

“Is this everything?” Shigaraki pries his attention away from the happy bird, looking over the inventory delivered and decompressed for inspection. 

Mr. Compress gives a graceful bow. “Quite so. It should be more than enough.”

The pile of high tech held little meaning for Shigaraki. He scratches his throat and nods, pulling out his cell phone and declaring the mission a success. Before he can shove the phone back into his pocket however, it chimes. His breath stills, there’s a twist in his gut as he stares in horror at the response. 

Doc: Perfect. All For One will come to collect. Five minutes.

“Dabi!” Shigaraki hisses, uncaring of the odd feud between them. He quickly crosses the room, moving with urgency. Because All For One could NOT find Hawks in such a state. 

The villain frowns at the tone as he glances back. “Shiggy?”

“We have to go! Sensei is coming!” Shigaraki yanks up the chittering bird, who protests with loud displeased - and lengthy - chirps. It sounds as though the pigeon is scolding him. Shigaraki ignores the disgruntled chatter, running to Mr. Compress who still stands beside the spoils. Dabi is on his feet and across the room in a matter of seconds, fire automatically igniting from his balled fists. Keigo stiffens and warbles, nervous and fearful at the tension.

“Compress him!” Shiggy demands, tone not leaving any room for argument. 

Mr. Compress tilts his head but compiles, procuring a small blue marble between two long fingers with a dramatic flourish and decompressing the last of the gear. Dabi grimaces against the heat of his fire as it dies away, quickly grabbing the wide-eyed bird. “I’ll go too.” There’s a flash of movement and Dabi and Keigo disappear. Only the blue marble remains. 

Shigaraki turns to the remainder of the league, sprawled around the common area. “No one says anything.” He growls before turning and snatching the marble away before Mr. Compress can hide it.

***

“Sensei.” Shigaraki keeps his head lowered in a respectful bow. 

“Hmm. You did well.” All For One looks over the recovered gear, picking up a few stray pieces of dark cords and examining them. “Come. I have important matters to discuss.” 

Shigaraki doesn’t hesitate to follow his master down the empty corridor to a meeting room. The door closes with finality behind them. Silence falls over the room. It’s not a long meeting.

“A new breed of Nomu will be manufactured.” All For One folds his hands behind his back. “The first trial was a great success.”

“A new breed?” Shigaraki doesn’t hide his surprise, body tensing. 

All For One smiles affectionately at him, ruffling his hair. “Yes. They’re quite effective. They’ll be able to track and target specific heroes, built to take each so-called hero’s quirk, fighting style and so on, taking them out one by one.” The burly man circles him, Shigaraki’s red gaze following each movement. “How bloodthirsty you’ve become. Very good.”

“Hmp.” Shiggy narrows his eyes suspiciously, fighting the urge to knock his hand away. “What trial?”

All For One chuckles at the usual gruffiness. “We’ve taken out a hero. Someone close to All Might. Nighteye.” He stands back, waiting for Shigaraki’s wide grin. “I understand you’ve been working with the number two hero, yes?” Shigaraki nods, still grinning, eyes wild. “I think he’s served his purpose. A Nomu will be prepared for him. Let’s send the world a message.”

“When?” Shigaraki breathes, struggling to contain himself. There’s an edge in his voice. 

All For One smiles and gives him one last gentle pat before moving to the door. “I’ll give Kurogiri the coordinates so that the materials can be transported. One week.” And with that, All For One leaves. 

“Shit.” Shigaraki squeezes the marble still clenched his fist. All Might is one thing but Keigo…! Images of the blonde with his naturally lined amber eyes, of his easy laugh and confident stride flash through Shigaraki’s mind. Keigo, flying and rescuing and waving at his fans all with a huge smile that always warmed his eyes. The vulnerable bird who apparently just wanted to sing and blow kisses and cuddle. A low rumble sounds in Shigaraki’s throat as he stomps off to find Compress, shoving the marble in his hand. 

And so without hesitation or any other thought, Shigaraki does something incredibly stupid. 

“Flame Hero Endeavor's office! How may I assist you?” the perky voice streams through the other line.

“There’s going to be an attack,” Shiggy growls, clawing at his irritated throat. He doesn’t give the woman time to answer before he quickly continues. “Here’s the coordinates. Take out the Nomu before it’s too late.” And with that, the line goes dead, cutting off the startled questions. 

***

Keigo is not a happy bird by the time he and Dabi are finally released from the marble prison. He tells them so by chittering angrily and warbling. The birdie puffs his feathers and screeches, glaring at Compress. 

“Birdie-” Dabi tries, attempting to coax him down from his perch on the tall fridge. Keigo clicks and makes other disgruntled sounds as he smacks the hand away, mistrusting. 

“Keigo, come down!” Shiggy huffs, reaching up as well. “No one’s going to compress you!”

Angry hisses and impossibly fluffed wings round on him as the golden orbs flash in distress. His fingers curl and try to grip at nothing as he whines. Dabi tries to stretch himself up, groping for the crouched hero to no avail. 

Rolling his eyes, Shigaraki grabs a chair and climbs up, offering his arm for the distressed raptor to snatch in a painful death grip. Wincing, Shiggy tries again. “Keigo, come down! I’ll carry you.” 

The bird does not come easily; Shiggy and Dabi drag him from the top of the refrigerator, avoiding sharpened quills and unforgiving screeches as he resists and caws at them. “Ow! Keigo!” The deathgrip on Shigaraki’s forearm makes it fairly easy to tip him the rest of the way so that he tumbles from the edge and into Dabi’s arms. His wide amber eyes are panicked and round, the black pupils flashing to different sizes much like a wild bird’s as he frantically stares around himself and warbles in high pitches, fearful and anxious. 

“Shhh,” Dabi soothes, stepping down from the chair and crushing the traumatized pigeon to his chest. They walk together back to Shiggy’s room, closing the door behind them. 

Shigaraki winces at the throb of the severe fingers curled around his wrist. It’s definitely going to bruise. Until the blonde is gently set on the bed and a billowing blanket is softly draped over him. Frantic warbles give way to curious whistles after a few moments and the death grip slowly loosens enough that Shiggy can yank his arm away. 

“Dabi-” the villain frowns as he rubs his sore arm. “How did you know to do that?”

“Darkness helps them sleep, right?” Dabi shrugs. “I just assumed he might go to sleep.”

The leader scoffs. “So you just guessed then,” he retorts flatly, revoking his impressed thoughts. 

Keigo finds his way out of the thick blanket and pokes his messy blonde head out. “Peekaboo!” he grins, bouncing and chirping happily. “Gimme a kiss!” He adds kissy noises and giggles until Dabi chuckles and complies, pressing little pecks to his lips. 

Shiggy sighs quietly, unsure what to do with himself. He shuffles awkwardly to the door, not wanting to sour the sweet moment now that Keigo has finally managed to calm. The giggles stop as his hand closes around the knob of his door. “Shig! Shig!” It’s garbled and almost too quick to understand. “ShigGY! Shiggy!” Keigo cries out. 

And Shiggy turns, stunned to hear his name called out in such a manner. And there’s Keigo, protesting the distance between them as he stares wide eyed, hand outstretched as though he can reach across the room for Shiggy. Apparently he can because a flurry of red quills flock to the retreating villain faster than he can track and easily drag him to the bed. Shiggy’s yelps and startled screams are ignored as the giggles resume and the happy bird tugs him into the bed to cuddle with them and coos affectionately. 

It takes a moment for Shiggy’s heart to slow to a normal rate as he submits to his fate with a groan. Keigo giggles and showers him in noisy kisses and affectionate nuzzles, easily making up and cooing happily. 

Dabi watches it all unfold, resting his chin on the broad shoulder as he holds the hero’s waist. He laughs at Shiggy’s expense as he struggles to escape, eyes wide in terror as he’s launched backwards to the bed in a matter of seconds. A wide grin splits across the patchwork of his face as those icy blues glint maliciously at the resigned leader. Shiggy glares, seeming annoyed as he stubbornly crosses his arms but he doesn’t pull away or reject the purring hero, allowing them to do as they pleased in wordless apology. “Well, this certainly won’t do,” Dabi smirks, tilting his delicate chin up. The crimson eyes widen slightly in surprise and his arms unfold. “We’ll have to work on that,” Dabi murmurs, pressing their lips together in a deep kiss. By the time Dabi pulls away, a pretty blush covers the crusty face and longing is apparent in the red gaze now that Shigaraki is so clearly forgiven. A new lusty whine comes from beside them as Keigo stares, his own eyes lidded. 

“Mm, c’mere,” Dabi turns his attention to the blonde, stroking his cheek and pulling him in for a soft kiss. Keigo melts into it eager and shivering. Dabi pulls away and sighs, content as he stares into the amber gaze. “Hey Shiggy,” he doesn’t turn away from the purring dove, smiling up at him. “What did All For One want?”

Shigaraki stiffens and cringes at the calm question. “It’s not a problem; I took care of it.” He refuses to meet the narrowed icy glare that immediately flicks over to him. 

“Shiggy.” Dabi’s tone is low and dangerous. It earns a soft questioning warble as gold orbs dart between them. “What did you do?”

The young leader tenses. Well, fuck.

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“Don’t give me that look,” Shiggy rubs the back of his neck, scowling. Keigo whistles curiously from his lap, having wormed his way into the villain’s arms. 

“Fuck,” Dabi breathes, running his fingers through his dark hair as he paces. “You really went against All For One? You got a death wish?”

At this the leader grimaces, his arms on the affectionate bird tightening. “He was going to make a Nomu for Hawks.” 

The pacing comes to an immediate halt at the words. Dabi growls and turns slightly, icy blues narrowed in suspicion. “Even though he’s helping us? Why would he do that?” It doesn't make sense.

“To send a message,” Shiggy stares at the smiling blonde, blissfully unaware of his own imminent danger. “That the league has become powerful enough to take out the number two hero. Especially now that the symbol of peace is gone. Think about it.”

Dabi turns to the patient hero, content to simply lay in Shiggy’s arms. His gaze softens for a moment as he deliberates. Shiggy… He wouldn’t just betray All For One for no reason. Not with the way he looks up to him. But still… it’s surprising. “Why'd ya do it?” Dabi finally drawls, stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

A look of irritation crosses Shiggy’s face as he scratches at his throat. “I don’t know. I just… didn’t want him killed. That’s all.” Shiggy mumbles, brow furrowed. “It’s unlikely anything can be traced back to me. Unless you decide to talk.” The red orbs flick over pointedly. 

“Hmp, not my style,” Dabi drolls easily. “So, it safe to hide out here? Or are we in danger?”

There hadn’t been much time for Shigaraki to think beyond stopping All For One. He takes a moment to consider the situation and the best course of action. “We could stay here - we won’t be bothered. But if anyone finds out Keigo is here-” Shiggy cuts himself off. “It would be better to put some distance between us for now.”

“Hmm,” Dabi ponders aloud before cupping Keigo’s face. He chirps happily in response, leaning into the gentle caress. “How ‘bout your place, Birdie?”

“Peekaboo!” Keigo mimics, bouncing with the word. “Peekaboo!” He adds in some playful explosions from the cartoon earlier, flopping back dramatically onto Shiggy. Dipping his head back against the crusty leader’s chest so that he can peer up, a gleeful grin spreads across his face. “Shiggy! Shiiiiiiggggyyyyyy!” He whines until the red gaze settles on him curiously. “Gimme a kiss!” Keigo exclaims shamelessly, whistling and blowing kisses until the villain begrudgingly stoops down and gives him a quick peck. The birdie follows him up and gives him a shower of little kisses all over his cheek, giggling as he ducks back down as though he’d gotten away with some naughty behavior. Dabi shakes his head and chuckles, drawing an inviting trill as the gold orbs flick to him. “Shiggy?” He frowns, cocking his blonde head, as though he knows it’s the wrong name but wanting to call Dabi. “Shiggy?” He tries again frowning.

“That’s Dabi,” Shiggy corrects, pointing to the dark haired fire user. “Da-bi.”

“That’s Dabi,” Keigo mimics, voice garbled. “Dabi.”

“Uh huh,” Shiggy approves, nodding his head. “Very good.”

The birdie looks back at Dabi and tries again. “DAbi?” He bobs his head with the word, seeming unsure. 

“Yes?” Dabi smiles, walking closer to the bed. 

“Dabi! Dabi! Dabi!” Keigo bounces excitedly, realizing he has the correct names to call them. “Kiss! Gimme a kiss!” 

Chuckling, Dabi bends down and presses a soft kiss to the blonde’s lips. It’s slow and meaningful though chaste. He pulls back and sits on the bed, watching as the bird flushes red. “Peekaboo!” He blurts, seeming slightly overwhelmed and surprised. 

Dabi smirks, smug at the reaction. He leans back on his hands and glances sideways at the cooing pigeon. “So your place? Can you take us there?” It’s unclear how much Keigo can understand in this state of mind. But if he had trouble with their names-

“Pew pew!” Keigo supplies with a proud smile - as though it perfectly answered Dabi’s question. 

“Yeah that’s not happening,” Shiggy sighs, calling it. He itches at his jaw, thinking. “What about a hotel? It should be fine as long as we're with him.”

“Guess that’ll have to do,” Dabi agrees, pushing off the bed. 

***

The duffle is heavier than it should be, packed full of several days worth of clothes and hastily grabbed supplies for the three of them. Dabi dumps it on the bed, holding the door open for Shiggy as he carries a curious Keigo, peering around and chirping. 

Overall it’s a nice room, somewhere deep within the red light district surrounded by seedy activities and love hotels. The bed is cushy, loaded with silky pillows and sheets and topped with plush bedding in blacks and grays; the room has a purple hue from the little, dimmed lighting provided, creating an intimate space; rose petals line the floor and adorn the bed; expensive glass tables topped with crystal lamps are placed on either side of the bed, complete with chargers and outlets for guest use. Most importantly, the walls are completely soundproof. 

Shiggy tries to set Keigo on the bed but he protests, stubbornly clinging to the villain and making pissy and disgruntled birdie sounds - something between a whine and a hiss. Scowling, Shiggy gives up and scoops the pouty bird back into his arms, opting to stand there holding him while shooting Dabi a pained look. 

“New surroundings might be stressful,” Dabi shrugs, more interested in his quest for the bathroom. They’d been wearing the same clothes for two days now and Dabi felt gross, wanting to slip into clean clothes. It might be hard to sneak a shower in with Birdbrain acting up though, Dabi sighs to himself, opening another door leading to another unnecessary closet. I bet Shiggy’s not even bothered. The crusty leader has been known to go days without sleep, food, changing his clothes or other much needed personal hygiene without intervention. 

“What are you doing?” Shiggy and Keigo have followed him into the only remaining hall. 

“What’cha doing?!” Keigo repeats, clicking in a birdlike fashion. His eyes are much rounder than normal. 

Dabi sighs. “We need showers.” The last door reveals the over-the-top bathroom; the tub is already garnished with fresh towels, candles and rose petals. A scent of exotic flowers perfumes the tub and Dabi frowns, uncertain if it’s birdsafe. He glances back at Keigo who seems to show no abnormal reaction. 

“It’s not that bad,” Shiggy mumbles, sniffing at himself and grimacing. The birdie notices and copies the action, giggling and tittering in amusement. 

“You're getting in the damn bath, Shiggy,” Dabi shoots with an icy stare as he cranks the water on. “I packed clean clothes too. Throw your dirty ones in a pile and we’ll do laundry later.”

Shiggy scowls in annoyance but doesn’t argue, fighting against the itch creeping across his throat - his arms are still full of Keigo. Oh right. Speaking of- “What about Birdie?”

“Should be fine. Birds like water anyway, right?” Dabi barely pays attention as he adjusts the temperature and digs out the shampoo and conditioner hidden away in a cupboard. 

“That’s not what I meant!” Shiggy snaps. “You really want us all to shower together? Aside from being really cramped, I don’t really think we need to be handling a naked birdbrain.”

Dabi rolls his eyes. “How else will he get clean?”

“He can clean himself! I-it’s instinctive!” Shiggy exclaims in disbelief. “That’s why bird baths and bird foundations are a thing!”

Dabi sets the bottles down and shrugs off his jacket so that it doesn’t get wet. “So what? Set him down then and see what happens,” Dabi reminds the frustrated leader. 

The entire time the argument takes place, Keigo warbles softly, glancing from one to the other as they debate how to properly handle the situation. How to properly handle him. “Keigo!” He warbles. “Kei-Keigo!”

The attention of his would-be mates immediately shifts to him. “Birdie?” Dabi stares attentively. “Do you want to bathe together?”

“Keigo! Don’t answer that!” Shiggy protests, backing up and moving away from the shower. But the moment the birdie loses sight of Dabi as they round the corner, Keigo goes from a happy bird to a demonic alarm; he immediately screeches and wails, squirming against Shiggy’s grasp and reaching out blindly for Dabi, gloved hands clenching and unclenching in a stress grip. 

And Dabi is there in an instant. He soothes the panicked hero and allows him to climb into his arms, crushing the quivering pigeon to his chest and pressing soft kisses into his messy blonde waves. “Shh, Hawks, it’s okay,” Dabi murmurs, shifting the birdie into one arm (which isn’t hard because he locks his arms and legs around the villain) and, snatching a startled Shiggy’s wrist, drags them both back to the bathroom. The blonde relaxes, firmly snuggled against Dabi, Shiggy safely within sight. 

“This is a terrible idea,” Shiggy grumbles, stubbornly crossing his arms and glaring at the wall. Keigo is unceremoniously handed back to him, chirping in confusion as Dabi steps back and begins to undress. It doesn't take him long.

“Can’t be helped,” Dabi replies, wrapping his arms around the reluctant Shiggy and biting gently at the outer shell of his ear. “I’ll make sure you don’t completely hate it,” he murmurs quietly, sending a noticeable shiver down Shiggy’s spine. 

Goosebumps rise along the back of his pale neck. “Mm, Dabi,” Shiggy melts under the villain’s touch. 

The mood completely changes, intriguing the bird. He allows himself to be lowered to the ground, standing on his own and watching the scene unfold as Dabi strips away Shiggy’s clothes, starting with his stinky black jacket. It falls to the floor, followed by the black t-shirt. Keigo stares at the lithe, toned form of his mate standing before him. He dips his head back, sighing as Dabi caresses him and eases off the black pants. Soon a black puddle of dirty clothes mixes with Dabi’s. They each wear a pair of fitted boxers and nothing more. Dabi spins Shiggy around and kisses him, the same way he had when Keigo had first walked into the bar that fateful day (which had only been yesterday but let Keigo have this). 

Dabi is long and slender, edgy with his purple patchwork of damaged skin and gleaming stables and piercings, almost wild with his dark hair and startlingly blue eyes. Shiggy is pale and slightly shorter, toned although not a large man, with his crimson eyes that always peered from the pale hair that forever fell around his face. They were graceful and clumsy; passionate and gruff; controlled and desperate; a perfectly matched contradiction that Keigo envied. Wanted. Needed.

By the time they finally pull away, a string of saliva connecting their lips, Shiggy’s red stare is dark and lusty; Dabi strokes his cheek and his blue gaze flicks to Keigo. “Your turn. C’mere, Birdie.” And with that, Shiggy is rudely shoved into the shower and ignored as Dabi approaches the hero, peeling away the layers of his costume. 

“Damn it Dabi!” Shiggy curses from inside the shower as he’s abruptly drenched. Dabi smirks and chuckles at the gruff leader as he works off Keigo’s t-shirt and jeans. The last item to be removed are his gloves because he keeps playfully yanking them out of reach. 

“Mm? What’s this?” Dabi lifts the bare hands, inspecting the lethal black talons protruding from where one’s fingernails usually were. They came to a sharp point rather than a normal rounded shape. “So you even have talons.” Dabi notes, tilting his head in surprise. They match the set along his bare toes.

Keigo, who had been perfectly bubbly and humming happily, stiffens and whimpers; he tries to pull his hand back, eyes going wide in horror as his wings grow huge and puffy, sticking straight up, he’s so distressed. 

“Keigo?” Dabi furrows his brow at the odd reaction, not letting go. 

Shiggy pops his head out of the shower at the sound of the bird’s whimpers. “Is he okay?! Did he get hurt?!” It’s incredibly chaotic; in his rush, Shiggy had wretched the door open using all five fingers - effectively decaying it to dust.

“He’s fine,” Dabi collects the trembling bird into his arms and takes him into the shower, pausing to manually lower the massive wings so that they didn’t catch on the top of the door - or what was left anyway. Shiggy inspects the disheveled hero for signs of injury. “He has talons on his fingers and feet. Didn’t like me seeing 'em.”

Surprised and curious, Shigaraki carefully reaches for an arm and follows it down to a balled fist. Keigo whines and instinctively grips - onto Shiggy’s wrist. It’s another painful deathgrip, made far worse by the sharpened talons digging to the fragile skin and drawing blood. It only adds to the raptor’s stress because his breath catches and he panics further, anxiously watching the red seep from Shiggy’s arm and onto his hand. Shiggy bites back his yelps, opting to hiss and grit his teeth instead. It mercifully ends the moment Dabi covers Keigo’s wide and flashing eyes with his hands. Enough that Shiggy can pry his arm away. “Ugh. Why me again?” Shiggy mutters, disgruntled and grouchy. 

And so with Keigo panicked and Shiggy bleeding, Dabi takes charge. He guides them together so that Shiggy can stroke his puffy feathers and calm Keigo while Dabi tends to the angry wound, cleaning it with soap. 

Eventually they somehow manage to finish showering without any further incident. 

***

Why Shiggy so insisted on modesty, Dabi would never understand. They were all men after all. And he’d already seen Dabi naked plenty of times. But they humor him as best they can, tugging off their wet underwear from beneath the white towels wrapped around their waists. Keigo’s feathers drip on the tile, creating a small flood that has to be mopped up with another big towel. 

“How does he usually dry them?” Shiggy voices their question as they both frown at the offensive wings. 

Keigo must notice because he defensively folds him behind his back and squabbles at them, displeased. The movement sends another rain of water that Dabi has to clean. And that’s when Shiggy notices the hairdryer sitting in the basket. “That could work…” Shiggy muses, lifting it with his pinkie raised and eyeing the drenched feathers. No one wanted to sleep in a sopping wet bed after all. “Keigo, come here.”

The birdie tilts his head at the call and shuffles closer, stopping when he sees the black instrument and frowning at it. 

“It’s okay,” Shiggy soothes. “Who’s a pretty bird?”

“Pretty bird!” Keigo warbles, bouncing over. “Peekaboo!”

“Peekaboo,” Shiggy smiles, flipping on the hairdryer.

Dabi spins around at the sudden obnoxious sound combined with a piercing yelp, surprised to find Shiggy attempting to manually dry the crimson wings with what appeared to be a hairdryer. Keigo chirps frantically, terrified and scrambling away from the tool as Shiggy chases after him, shouting for him to "just calm down and hold still!" The bird escapes by taking wing, and flapping desperately as he nearly flattens himself against the ceiling, hissing at the loud dryer which had burned him. Although Keigo usually has a shockingly high pain tolerance, that was far from true during his heats. And it had hurt.  

“Shiggy!” Dabi rounds on him, quickly yanking the dryer away and disarming him. “What the hell.” 

Keigo flutters down only when the device is safely turned off and stored away, hiding behind Dabi and shooting his cruel mate a dirty look. 

“But his feathers-” Shiggy protests.

“Are dry now,” Dabi cuts him off. “He must just have to flap them.”

“As if we’d know something like that,” Shiggy grumbles, remorseful though unwilling to apologize. 

Keigo sucks in air and unleashes an unforgiving tirade of angry birdie chatter complete with stomps and ending with an impressive huff before turning and dramatically flitting off into the other room. 

Dabi and Shiggy are stunned at the reaction. He just took off… Dabi stares after him.

-by himself…. Shiggy wonders if he should, in fact, apologize. 

Distressed and fearful warbles sound seconds later from the other room followed by loud wails and screeches. 

“....” the villains exchange an exasperated look. “He’s angry but he forgot he can’t stand not being in the same room as us,” Shiggy summarizes. Dabi nods and they go to the needy bird together.

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Keigo doesn’t forgive Shiggy easily. Of course that doesn’t mean he can leave either. The pigeon clings to Dabi, showering him in kisses and coos; at best, he shoots occasional glares and displeased huffs at Shiggy but for the most part blatantly ignores him. 

They throw on a pair of clean sweatpants and don’t bother with anything else. Dabi carries Keigo to bed to cuddle; Shiggy is already there, lounging on one side and flicking on the T.V. He surfs through several news channels - nothing notable - before settling on a cartoon. At once Keigo perks, tilting his head at the bright colors and silly noises. He bobs his head and smiles, randomly singing his own song in an effort to match the one playing.

Tired, Dabi yawns and flops over to rest his head on Shiggy’s bare chest. There’s a sharp inhale as the leader stiffens in surprise before arms hesitantly wind around him. Dabi hums in appreciation and promptly begins lightly snoring. He falls asleep to the sounds of Keigo’s pretty chatter.

It catches Shigaraki off guard when Dabi so confidently lays against him. He stares down at the peaceful villain, nervous at the breathtaking sight and afraid to move or otherwise disturb the light sleeper. Dabi… he’s never just wanted me to hold him like this…! Shiggy ignores the blush spreading across his face, thankful no one else can see. His heart doesn’t race but it’s certainly moved in some strange way. There’s a bizarre flurry of nerves in his stomach too - not unpleasant but… surprising. After several long moments of deep steady breathes, Shiggy slowly and uncertainly lifts one gloved hand into the dark tresses, absently stroking as he’d seen Dabi do to Keigo. Dabi hums quietly in his slumber, nuzzling into the fingers even in his unconsciousness. It draws the curious birdie’s attention and he pauses in his song, turning around to tilt his head at the pair.

“He seems so vulnerable like this… doesn’t he?” Shiggy murmurs softly, as though Keigo could understand him. Even his even breaths are quiet, his snores barely audible in the silence as his mates watch. His face is completely relaxed, holding none of its usual irritation or skepticism. “I really… love him… don’t I?” Shiggy can’t tear his crimson gaze away as he finally admits the truth which had been brewing since nearly the first moment he’d met the villain. He’d tried to keep his distance, deny himself and whatever useless and meaningless feelings had been invoked. But now, seeing Dabi in this manner-

“Love?” Keigo garbles softly, curiously. 

And for the second time that day, Shigaraki does something incredibly stupid. He answers automatically, without thinking. “I really… love Dabi,” he nods incredulously, more to himself than the one asking. Because Shigaraki finally realizes it’s exactly how he feels. Hell, is still processing that he could possibly-

“Love!” Keigo chirps loudly, his face breaking into a bright smile. Pleased he’s learned a new phrase and eager to show off. He shoots into the air in his excitement, taking advantage of the high ceilings and looping around in the air. Much like a dog zooming in its excitement. “I love Dabi! I love Dabi! Daaaaabbbbbiiii!” He shouts happily, mimicking Shiggy. Much to his horror.

“Keigo! No! Shut up!” Shigaraki hisses, frantically tossing pillows and missing the giggling blur of red and blonde. “Get down here!”

But it’s too late. Dabi, very much a light sleeper, stirs and begins to sit up, wincing at the loud bird alarm. 

And Shiggy scrambles away, panicking. “Uh- crap! Um- oh! Pretty Bird! Who wants a kiss?!” He shouts to cover the recorded confession, praying to god it works. After a long pause - and a near heart attack - the blonde chitters happily and flies down, settling next to Shiggy.

“Peekaboo!” Keigo grins, leaning in for his well deserved kiss. Shiggy slams their lips together, desperate to shush the bird by whatever means necessary. It’s easily the most affection Shiggy has shown and Keigo flushes, whining into the kiss and melting under the touch. And that… that catches Shiggy off guard as well. The kiss quickly goes from demanding and urgent to deep and sensual. Feeling Dabi’s confused - and likely surprised - gaze on them for whatever reason only adds to the rush. Keigo’s returning kiss and sighs are overwhelming as they slide their tongues together, savoring the taste of one another. By the time they finally break away for air, they’re both breathless and blushing with kiss swollen lips. 

“Damn,” Dabi comments, wide awake and staring. “If I knew making up would be that good, I’d have gotten into a lot more fights with you, Shiggy.” His lips curve into a smirk as a large pillow is launched into his face. 

“Shut up!” Shiggy grumbles, feeling his cheeks and ears grow hot in embarrassment. “He just got worked up for some reason-”

“Dabi!” Keigo tackles the villain in a bear hug, wings hazardously flapping in his glee. “Kisses!” He exclaims joyfully as though celebrating winning a real kiss from Shiggy.

Dabi chuckles, affectionately ruffling his blonde waves. “Heh, at least Birdbrain’s happy.” 

Keigo leans back enough to beam at him, arms still wrapped around the slender waist. His amber orbs glint as he sucks in air, opening his mouth to speak. “Lo-”

“Dabi!” Shiggy shouts, kicking Keigo off the bed in a crimson heap. “Me too! I, uh, want kisses too!” Dabi frowns, lifting a brow and beginning to turn his icy gaze back to the hero when Shiggy darts forward and quickly crushes their lips together. Though surprised, Shiggy’s lips are insistent and eager until the kiss is slowly returned. 

Relief surges through the villain until Dabi deepens the kiss, grunting as he knocks Shiggy down, pinning him to the bed. Panic returns as Shiggy’s heart races, his eyes immediately opening and widening in shock as Dabi straddles him. The icy blues stare him down a fraction of a second later and Dabi breaks away, leaving a string of saliva between them as he slowly straightens and rises. Two long fingers gently trace the length of his jaw as he catches his breath. “I don’t believe you,” Dabi whispers, lidded blues boring into his soul. The fingers softly grip his pale chin, tilting it up so that Shiggy can’t look away. Not that he could pull away from the hypnotic stare even if he’d wanted to. “What are you keeping from me?” Dabi muses.

Words won’t come. There’s no room for thought as raw and foreign emotions swirl and burn inside of him. Mainly in his mind, stomach and groin. “Ngn-” Shiggy grits his teeth in frustration. Tears prick at his eyes. He’s not even sure why - he’s not sad-

“Dabi?” Keigo is there, chirping his name softly as he glances from one to the other. 

Reluctantly, the icy blues lift away from the frozen Shiggy. “What is it, Birdie?”

“Peekaboo?” Keigo’s voice is small and unsure. His golden eyes are big and anxious.

“Mm, peekaboo,” Dabi answers with an easy smile. The relaxed demeanor seems to give Keigo whatever assurance he seemed to be seeking. 

Because immediately the dopey smile returns and he opens his mouth. And no secret is safe with the damned parrot. “I love Dabi!” It’s blurted before anyone can stop him. And repeated in the shocked silence. “Dabi! I love Dabi! Really really love Dabi!” 

And Shiggy could cry.

Dabi freezes, eyes going impossibly wide. It couldn’t be. He keeps his face stoic and finds his voice after a long pause. “Who taught you that?” It’s directed at Keigo. “Did Shiggy say that?” The leader in question seems frozen and shocked, unmoving and expressionless. 

“Shiggy,” Keigo bobs his head, seeming pleased with himself at delivering the message clearly on his first try. “Shiggy! Dabi! Love you!” He whistles happily and blows them sweet kisses, adding explosion noises. 

“Shiggy?” Dabi stares at the motionless villain still lying flat on his back. He neither answers nor responds. “Do you love me?”

It’s straightforward and entirely unavoidable. And Shigaraki is not ready. It takes a moment for him to gather himself enough to form words. “...For… a long time,” Shiggy hears himself mumble, hoarsely. It’s barely audible. 

But Dabi hears it all the same. He gives his answer in a slow, deliberate kiss, giving Shigaraki plenty of time to pull away if he wants. Still skeptical whether it’s really, actually true. If he really heard and understood correctly. But no. Shigaraki surrenders himself into the kiss, melting and sighing, pulling Dabi closer with a new desperation as his feelings swell and make him weak, needy for the villain. Dabi kisses him with a newfound hunger, fingers tightening around his bare shoulders.

And it triggers something within Keigo. A blistering heat rises in his groin, burning throughout his body and instinct takes hold. He begins to move, flitting around and collecting random articles of clothes - including the stinky discarded clothes from the bathroom - and whatever else of his mates belonging he can get his hands on; he works around his mates, quickly building an impromptu nest and piling as many spare blankets and pillows as he can find.

Dabi finally lets Shiggy get some air, both panting and aroused by the time they pull away. A flash of wild parrot breezes by, dumping something heavy just behind them. Turning and frowning, they notice it’s a pile of blankets infused with all of their belongings. Including the folded clothes Dabi had packed for them, now a wrinkled mess. “What the hell, Birdbrain?” Dabi scolds, sharing an exasperated look with Shiggy. 

Until they see his eyes, foggy and almost unaware, mindless, as he warbles to himself and continues crafting a nest around them. 

“Uh- is this normal?” Shiggy’s brow furrows in concern as he watches the birdie work. “Maybe we should call a doctor-”

Before anyone can call a doctor however, the blonde finishes, chirping and muttering in birdie speak as he slides his sweatpants off. Dabi stares, lips parted; Shiggy gawks, brain malfunctioning. And Keigo is naked and clambering into the middle of the nest next to his mates. His face is flushed and his eyes are blank and golden; he positions himself so that his back is turned to them; he arches himself beautifully on all fours, legs spread as he glances back over his shoulder, warbling softly and whining for them. 

“Is that-” Shiggy stammers, wide eyed.

“His heat started,” Dabi confirms incredulously. 

“But-” Shigaraki isn’t sure what to say. He’d literally just confessed to Dabi, hasn’t even thought to sort his feelings towards Keigo, hasn't establish any type of relationship or laid claim to either man. Would it even be ethical to do that with Keigo right now? Could he even consent? He’s a hero after all… were he aware, surely he would never consent to such relations with a villain- let alone two! “W-we can’t…!” Shiggy rips his gaze away from the unbarred and uncensored sight. 

Dabi turns, opening his mouth to speak when another whine interrupts them. 

“S-Shiggy…” Keigo whimpers, almost begging. “D-Dabi… ngn!” He trembles, body quivering with desire. He would do anything for them right now. Anything to please. His stomach begins to cramp and twist painfully, demanding to be filled and bred. He would be so good for them if only they would just-!

Fuck him already!

“Shiggy? He needs us,” comes Dabi’s soft reply. 

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 “Dabi - we… can’t!” 

“...he needs us…”

The gravelly and crackly voices of his mates are distorted, fading in and out as a scorching fire licks across his sensitive skin; terrible cramps only add to the discomfort as instincts demand to be properly taken, claimed by his mates. Who are ignoring his perfectly submissive presentation for them as well as his lovingly crafted nest filled with their things. Frustration builds and Keigo warbles, displeased and telling them so. They continue to dare to ignore him, bickering back and forth, seeming reluctant for reasons he couldn’t begin to fathom. So Keigo takes matters into his own hands. 

He wants their attention. Glancing from one to the other, an idea sparks in his mind. A mischievous grin breaks across his face as he innocently inches closer to his targets; the villains are sighing, beginning to discuss something when two sets of black talons flick out and easily drag sharp nails through their clothes, shredding through the soft sweatpants as though they were merely paper and not thick cotton. Keigo can easily yank open the newly made tears, exposing the villain’s impressive members. 

“K-Keigo!” Shiggy stares in a mortified shock even as his girthy half hard cock twitches and dribbles precum in response.

“Birdie-!” Dabi wears an identical expression as his pierced cock juts out, heavy and huge.

The protests fall on deaf ears as Keigo quickly smooshes them together and stoops down, continuing on with his surprise attack as he takes them both in his mouth, sliding down as he opens his mouth wide. His tongue swirls eagerly and he purrs at the velvety texture of them, of the combined salty and metallic taste as they groan and twitch in surprise. Keigo lets out a lusty groan, bobbing his head up and down as he goes down on them, hands groping and caressing at them. 

“Ahh! K-Keigo! Cut it, ahhh, out-! Mmf-!” Shiggy tries to protest, blushing profusely at the pleasure coursing through his body from the sensations of Keigo’s mouth fucking them, of Dabi’s hardening cock against his. “S-stop it!” He tries more firmly even as a desperate groan escapes him a moment later. Damnit! It feels too good-! Shiggy squeezes his eyes shut as his hips instinctively thrust forward against his will. Dabi’s low groans next to him certainly aren’t helping matters either as the blood continues rushing straight to his dick. “Mm, ahh!”

And suddenly Dabi is there, winding his arms around Shiggy’s waist and pulling him into the pathwork of his side. “Mm, feels so good like this,” Dabi’s voice is husky in his ear as he kisses and mouths at Shiggy’s bare neck. “Ahh, fuck, Birdie,” he groans in an unfairly sexy voice. “Gonna fucking ruin you.” He eases himself out of the talented mouth and moves behind the bent hero. 

“Dabi!” Shiggy exclaims, still attempting to think through the lusty fog settling in his brain. His crimson gaze narrows even as he bites his lip. “Ngn! Don’t you dare-!”

Keigo warbles his desire and wiggles his ass in invitation, legs spreading even further apart for the villain. “So wet for us, baby,” Dabi murmurs in appreciation, lining himself up against the soaked ring of muscle. Slick drips down between his thighs and he whimpers, grinding back as he rubs himself against the swollen cock. His wings flutter and unfurl in anticipation, curving back as though reaching for Dabi. He continues slurping up Shiggy’s precum, savoring the way it tastes and pumping his mouth around the sensitive member in an effort to draw more out. It makes Shiggy’s hips jerk forward every now and then, earning needy whines from the blonde. Ignoring Shiggy’s strained threats as he grunts and groans, Dabi gently works his big cock in, easing past the ring of fluttering muscle as Keigo gasps and chokes himself on Shiggy’s cock, whimpering and needy for them. 

“D-damnit! Mm! Ahh- Keigo! D-Dabi quit that-!” Shiggy pants, trying his best to bite back his groans. Soon Dabi’s thrusts pound through both men as Kegio pops off his cock, wide-eyed and drooling as he mindlessly whines and moans, groping for Shiggy. “K-Keigo! N-no! Not that!!” Shiggy attempts to squirm away but it’s no use against the determined, horny pigeon as he’s dragged down and sprawled flat on his back as the quivering blonde pins him. “Keigo!” Shiggy snaps in warning, glaring at the whining hero as his legs are carefully spread, exposing his taunt asshole. “At least use lube if you’re going to do that!” Shiggy blushes, scowling his displeasure even as his cock twitches in excitement at the prospect. Did Shigaraki know better? At this point, he couldn’t be sure. Should he shove the sweet blonde away for his own good? Probably. But this… this was too much. How many times had Shigaraki envisioned this exact scenario? And it was finally happening! Keigo’s really going to…! “Ahhhh! Oh, fuck! Keigo~” Shiggy hears himself groan the moment the swollen tip pushes into him, burning as it goes in dry aside from the precum coating his cock. They groan together as the rest follows, already ripping him apart. Shiggy grabs onto the powerful shoulders, back arching up as he spreads his legs more for the hero to be able to needily hump into him. “Ahh! Right there! Yea! Ngn! Keigo!” Shiggy gasps, blown away by the brutal pace as the horny birdie plows into him, wings flapping as he grunts and groans. 

“Shiggy!” Keigo whines, face contorted in pleasure as the searing pain and cramps give way to sweet relief and unimaginable satisfaction. “Mm, Dabi!” He cries out their names over and over as they fuck one another, getting off each other, bodies naturally sliding and slotting together as though they’d always belonged this way. Dabi’s pierced cock drags maliciously as he grunts and slams into Keigo, growling possessively as he twists his fingers into the sensitive red plumage, gaining purchase as he rails the tight hole. Shiggy’s groans and desperate moans as he’s so wonderfully dominated by the primal blonde with his glazed out amber eyes, his panting hot breath, his rippling body entwined so perfectly with theirs. Keigo trembles and grows loud in his cries and sweet whines; he’s so close, already wrecked as a hot pressure begins to coil inside his groin, and when Dabi’s low growls purr against his ear as that searing kiss begins to make its way from neck to shoulder, the coil abruptly snaps. With a desperate cry, Keigo cums heavily, spurting his load greedily into an unprepared Shiggy.

Normally they used condoms whenever Shiggy and Dabi hooked up. However in their rush, they’d forgotten. And in his animalistic birdiebrain, the damned raptor had cum, instinctively shoving himself as deeply as possible inside of Shigaraki. The villain in question knew he should be angry. Was angry! Except… well to say that he’d hated it seemed harsh. After all, Keigo didn’t know any better, simply following instinct. And well, the undeniable proof it left-

Wait. What the fuck? Keigo-! He isn’t stopping at all! Shiggy’s thoughts are interrupted as the raptor continues helplessly moaning and desperately bucking into the villain, his powerful hips savage as they hump. “D-Dabi!” Shiggy begs, overstimulated and close himself as the hot fluid is forcibly packed in and simultaneously flung between them from where Keigo’s cock connects them. “He cam and isn’t stopping!” He pants and nearly sobs when the birdie groans loudly, body tensing as he cums again. They both cry out from the intensity of it, Shiggy gritting his teeth and biting his dry lip as he grimaces, nearly busting as the warm jizz floods into him, the birdie’s cock throbbing and adding vibrations. “Dabi!” Shiggy’s voice breaks as he falls over the edge, clinging to Keigo as his back arches and he screams, cock twitching as he violently cums untouched, painting their bodies with ropes of sticky white cum. 

Keigo warbles happily, collecting his panting mate into his arms to hold (leaving his still hard member firmly lodged in place, keeping his own load safely stored inside). Shiggy begrudgingly allows himself to be crushed against the broad chest, worn out and breathless; Dabi continues to rail the drooling blonde as he groans and purrs in satisfaction, obviously loving every moment. Shiggy grumbles in annoyance as their bodies are violently rocked from the force of it, not missing Dabi’s smug smirk as he grunts and bites at the hero’s shoulder. Shiggy rolls his eyes but doesn’t protest. 

Bemused, Dabi grins widely, giving the feathers a firm and very dominant tug as he hits back up at that raw bundle of nerves that had made Keigo cum earlier. “Ngn! Ahhhhh! Ahh! Ahhhh!” Keigo moans, eyes rolling back as he cums yet again, filling Shiggy with a third load that already pours out and trickles down his thighs as the pigeon rides out the high for several more long seconds. 

“K-Keigo! Ahh! Mm- again?!” Shiggy gasps, unable to stop himself from grinding his ass down on the exploding cock in an effort to better feel it all. 

“So desperate for it,” Dabi drawls, pretty blues lidded as he stares at the messy men. “Mm, fuck.” Dabi groans and cums with a snarl, hips snapping brutally as he pours his hot seed directly against the livewire of Keigo’s nerves so that he warbles desperately and quivers as it spills into him. 

“Dabi!” Keigo gasps, arching into it and glancing back at the villain. He’s everything, a vision of purpled burns and fair skin with an intense icy stare and shiny staples and piercings - piercings which apparently trailed down to his cock no less. Keigo had finally gotten his way, had the full attention and love of his mates as he’d craved and demanded. 

Pleased with himself, Keigo flops down with his wrecked and worn mates and happily snuggles up next to them, arranging them just so until he hums, contented, and promptly falls asleep. 

Neither Dabi nor Shiggy have the energy to complain or fight back as they’re guided into a close cuddle pile with the birdie happily squashed between them. In the end, they’re all spooning. Shiggy grumbles in irritation until he falls asleep, cursing the “stupid, needy raptor” under his breath. Dabi chuckles to himself, unbothered by the affectionate cuddles and grouchy complaints. Instead, he gently drapes a soft blanket over the snoring pair before closing his eyes to join them in much needed slumber. Smiling when he glimpses the reluctant Shiggy already wrapping his arms around the hero’s waist in his sleep.

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Pretty whistles and cartoons stream into the room, causing the villains to stir and frown, blinking their eyes open at the empty space in the middle of the bed. They follow the whistles and trills, finding their missing birdie warbling excitedly and bobbing his head at the T.V. Dabi sits up, smiling softly, and reaches for the cheery figure in front of him, dragging the startled birdie back into his arms. Delighted squeals follow the surprised shout as Keigo giggles and nuzzles up into Dabi’s chest. 

“Beep beep!” Keigo greets Dabi with playful garbled phrases. 

Shiggy rubs his eyes and yawns, propping himself up and wincing at the movement as his sore muscles scream. “Ugh!” He glances down at his bare body, littered in bruises and scabs from where Keigo’s talons had accidentally scraped him; his thighs and torso are still sticky and messy from the night before. Tired and lamenting the early hour, Shiggy flops back down and stubbornly hides under the dark blanket, grumbling bitterly. 

It draws the attention of the easily distracted pigeon however and moments later, curious amber eyes peek into the shadowy depths of the covers, warbling curiously for him. “Shiiggy?” He squawks, as Dabi laughs behind him. “Shiggy!” Keigo calls, unblinking and staring into the hateful red glare. There’s a long pause as they stare into one another’s eyes. “Kisses?” Keigo finally asks him, cocking his head. It’s so innocent, Shiggy simply sighs and leans forward, pressing a gentle peck to the soft lips. “Peekaboo!” Keigo bounces eagerly, grinning stupidly as he digs Shiggy out of the bedding to assault him with a siege of little kisses all over his face. 

Ignoring the antics of the polar opposites behind him, Dabi searches for the digital notepad stored next to the T.V. and browses through the menu in favor of breakfast. There’s a wide range of options, everything from omelets to grilled meats and exotic fruits. Hmm… I bet birdie would like these… this too. Shiggy might want coffee too so I guess that as well. Engrossed in placing an order on their behalf, Dabi just finishes paying as he too is tackled and dragged into the fray. The tablet goes flying as it’s caught by a flurry of feathers and gently set down.

“Dabi!” It’s Shiggy, terrified and cursing as he tries to keep the horny birdbrain at bay. “Make him stop!” He clings to one side of the villain, shamelessly using the fire user as a human shield much like a child. 

“Can’t you two play nice?” Dabi quips sarcastically. Keigo frowns and a displeased birdie chatter scolds them for daring to ignore his advances yet again. 

“Shiggy!” Keigo pouts, hurt and frustrated by the end of it. But the crimson gaze is narrowed and the brows are furrowed in a scowl. The golden stare flicks to Dabi for backup. “Dabi!” He demands, shaking the bare shoulder. But the quick peck he receives on his forehead in response isn’t nearly satisfying enough. All too soon the pretty blues turn away, focusing back on retrieving the stupid tablet. 

Keigo’s sensitive birdbrain doesn’t understand why he isn’t being showered with love and affection, sees it as a form of rejection, of abandonment even. Especially after-

Big tears fill his huge amber eyes as he stares at them in disbelief, heartbroken at the less than warm reception. Broken chirps spoken mostly to himself as the atmosphere grows heavy as the crimson wings droop, dejected and depressed. Not even the new cartoons that resume on the screen can cheer him up as a knock comes from a small compartment at their door.

The villains haven’t noticed the change in Keigo’s mannerisms yet as they go to retrieve the dishes piling up in the window; fluffy pancakes piled high with fruit and whipped cream, fancy lattes sweetened with pretty designs of swans and bears, various omelets drizzled with ketchup and a few small bowls of fruit are carried on a rather large tray to the bed. Dabi passes the food and chopsticks around, digging in. 

“You got so much,” Shiggy mumbles around a bite of the airy pancakes. “Mm, it’s good though.” He seems happy with the food, greedily scarfing it down.

“Seems you worked up an appetite,” Dabi murmurs, pausing to press a soft kiss to the messy, pale hair that hangs around his face. 

Shiggy sulks, glaring at the far wall and blushing at the casual words. “Shut up! It’s Keigo’s fault anyway-”

It’s only then that they notice the unusual silence settling over the room. The blonde in question is sitting with his knees curled up to his chest in a ball; his arms are wrapped around himself and his chin rests on his knee. His plate remains untouched at his feet where Dabi had placed it. 

“Mm? Keigo?” Dabi frowns at the uncharacteristic gloom. “C’mon sweetie, you gotta eat your food.”

“Maybe he only wants the fruit?” Shiggy shrugs, considering the mutant might prefer a more bird-friendly diet as opposed to a human one. Dabi offers over the fruit but it too is ignored as the blonde turns his head away in disinterest. 

The outstretched hand drops and Dabi tsks, turning to the crusty leader. “I think you hurt his feelings,” he says flatly. 

“I didn’t do anything!” Shiggy snaps back, shoving another big bite of sweet pancake into his mouth in irritation. He scratches at his throat as he thinks, wondering what he’d possibly done now. 

Dabi doesn’t look convinced. “He’s crying.” And that’s not okay. The plates are cleared off the bed and moved to a small table. Dabi crawls up next to the silent bird and gently pulls him into his chest, murmuring softly into the disheveled blonde waves. “What’s wrong, Pretty Boy?” Dabi coaxes, as the blonde uncurls himself and rests his damp cheek against the warm chest. Quiet, solemn warbles are the only reply. 

Even the gruff leader awkwardly cuddles up against the teary blonde, uncomfortable with showing such affection but unsure how else to comfort the pigeon. Keigo seems to perk when he has both mens’ attention, securely wrapped around him and concerned. “Love Dabi?” Keigo asks, amber gaze round and vulnerable as though uncertain. 

It catches both villains off guard and neither is sure what Keigo needs or wants, merely offering repeated phrases he very likely didn’t even understand. There’s a long pause as Dabi considers the blonde. “Keigo, what’s wrong?” Dabi murmurs. “Do you want food? Cartoons?”

“Dabi,” Keigo whines, face crumpling as he wills his mate to somehow understand. 

Shiggy leans his cheek against the hero’s neck, carefully situated against his folded wings. He remains quiet, opting to listen and absently rubbing his partially gloved hands across the hero’s toned abs. Keigo shivers in response and Shiggy even smiles at the reaction. Not that anyone else can see. 

“Show me what you want then,” Dabi urges, staring into the desperate gold. He runs his fingers along the hero’s jaw and Keigo automatically nestles into it. 

“Dabi,” Keigo murmurs, “love.”

“Love?” an affectionate smile spreads across the mismatched lips. “Even if you have no idea what that means,” Dabi drawls, “it’s still really nice to hear you say that.”

It surprises Shigaraki. Dabi wants Keigo then. Perhaps it shouldn’t be surprising. Not with the way Dabi’s eyes forever dragged over the hero anytime he frequented the hideout. Which became more and more often. And finally it clicks. And Shiggy laughs at their stupidity, tightening his grip around the tanned waist. 

“Shiggy?” Dabi looks expectantly at the leader. Keigo warbles curiously, though still seeming lost in his depression. 

“We’re all idiots.” Shiggy sighs. “Keigo… wanted both of us. He probably even made up stupid excuses just to spend time with us.”

“I doubt that,” Dabi disagrees but can’t help the way his eyes light up at the possibility. 

“We thought he was up to something,” Shiggy reminds him, thinking back to the countless times they’d discussed it. “What if he… really wasn’t though?”

“Shiggy?” Keigo tries to turn back to glance at the villain but the angle is awkward so Shiggy reluctantly peels himself away and faces them. 

“Keigo, tell me,” the leader quietly mumbles. His crimson gaze flicks up the perplexed hero. “Did you fall in love?” He brushes back a stray blonde lock. 

“Love,” Keigo breathes, caught in a trance by the intense stare. “Shiggy…” the birdie closes the distance between them, pressing a needy kiss to the dry lips. Unbothered because it’s Shiggy, his mate.  

This time, Shiggy doesn’t hesitate to return the kiss, smiling into it as they taste each other in front of Dabi. By the time they reluctantly and slowly break away, Dabi is blatantly staring, his cock stiff and leaking. Lust fogs the icy blues. “Well damn.”

And he’s not the only one. Still Shiggy doesn’t regret his action when the horny pigeon tackles them, seeming reinvigorated and drawn out from the depressing funk. He warbles happily and lustily as he grinds against them, cooing and purring as his rock hard cock tries to find friction against Shiggy’s thigh. “Keigo!” Shiggy half heartedly scolds, chuckling as he’s smothered in kisses. “Fine but I’m not, ngn!, bottoming again!” Keigo rubs himself against Shiggy, rutting their leaking cocks together and groaning at the barest relief it offers. Needing more. 

The familiar burn rises from his groin and causes his hips to spasm, needing to be filled, bred, properly fucked already! Keigo whimpers, prying himself away from Shiggy to present on all fours, ass raised in the air as he glances over his shoulder, biting his lip and groaning.

Grinning, Shiggy pulls himself to his knees, lidded eyes roaming over the naked toned body beautifully sprawled before him. Dabi looks with him, wrapping his arms around Shiggy's back and biting at the exposed neck. “Gonna fuck this time?” Dabi murmurs, voice already husky. 

“Hmp. Damn right after last night,” Shiggy informs him, already lining himself up to the drenched asshole. Dabi watches, bemused and horny, as Keigo wriggles his ass, slowly seating himself on the massive cock. “Ahhh, oh fuck it’s good. Mm, yeah~”

“Heh, maybe I’ll try bottoming then,” Dabi purrs, watching as Shiggy and Keigo begin moving together, dragging the sensitive cock along the fluttering walls. 

“Mm, good luck,” Shiggy scoffs around moans. “Ahh, Keigo, such a good boy! Ahhh! Yeah! Just like that!”

Dabi smirks, giving Shiggy one last deep mark on his shoulder before pulling away. He quickly preps himself with lube - not willing to forgo it after witnessing what the birdie was capable of - and joins Keigo as he’s savagely fucked (somewhat in retaliation for the night before) and crushes their mouths together. Keigo whines and groans into the steamy kiss, tongue flicking out to tangle with Dabi’s. The villain lowers himself beneath the mutant offering his body for the birdie’s use as he spreads his legs. Keigo gasps as he’s guided inside of Dabi, the tip of his swollen cock pushing past the tight wet ring of muscle. They continue kissing, groaning into each other’s mouths as Keigo pushes himself further in, hips spasming in response until he’s fully inserted. 

“Dabi!” Keigo nearly sobs, voice wrecked as he clings to the villain and desperately kisses him. His moans and whimpers are eagerly swallowed up as Dabi grunts and groans beneath him.

“Mm! Ahhh! Ohh!” Dabi sighs, face blissed out as the birdie helplessly bucks into him. “Ahh, ahh, mm~”

Eventually Keigo has to pull away, breathless and panting as a stream of saliva connects their swollen lips and his glassy amber eyes are rolled back in pleasure as he’s filled and stretched by Shiggy’s massive cock and enveloped by Dabi’s damp hot heat. It’s significantly warmer than Shiggy had been - Keigo might wonder if it was a part of his quirk had he been capable of forming coherent thoughts. Instead he lays his head on Dabi’s shoulder, moaning and writhing as he nearly sobs from the overwhelming relief and pleasure. Dabi gasps at the savage pace, unprepared for the relentless need and desperation of the mutant. 

“Ahh! Keigo! Ahh! Ahh! Haah!” Dabi groans, much louder than normal as his ass is drilled and abused. “Fuck yea! Ahh, mm, yeah-!” Dabi grunts as his back arches off of the bed and into the birdie, fingers winding back into the soft plumage of his flapping wings. As Dabi tugs and gropes at them, Keigo’s face twists and he shivers, growing louder in his needy cries. 

Shiggy notices and joins in, moaning as he explores the trembling quills. His blown eyes track each of Keigo spasms and shivers as a sheen of sweat appears on his skin. Shiggy finds that sweet spot - confirmed when the blonde throws his head back and nearly screams, exploding his first orgasm into the wrecked Dabi (who crushes the hips closer so that Keigo is firmly planted as deeply as possible). 

Keigo’s lips, looming within reach at the dip of his head, are claimed by Shiggy’s hungry mouth. Shiggy is close but unwilling to allow Dabi to get away with any less than three of Keigo’s intense orgasms (since he could apparently cum over and over again). Instead, Shiggy hisses and slams himself harder against the newfound bundle of nerves, earning sweet whimpers and gasps as Keigo quickly comes undone and falls over the edge again, cock throbbing as it paints Dabi’s insides with thick ropes of jizz lasting several long seconds. Shiggy sighs, hands soothingly caressing the hero’s sensitive body as he gently fucks him through it. 

“Mm, Shiggy~” Keigo mumbles, barely able to focus beyond the force of his high. 

Dabi snarls at the second wave of jizz spurting inside him and spilling out between his thighs. “Mm, fuck yea, baby,” Dabi approves, feebly rocking himself on the burrowed member. “Such a good boy cumming for us, mmm, yeah.”

“Mm, fucking take it Dabi,” Shiggy whispers, hips snapping back into a savage pace as though he could fuck Dabi too if he bucked hard enough. 

“Heh, such a sadist,” Dabi retorts with an amused and affectionate smirk. “Mm, cum as much as you want, Birdie. Tonight I’m your cocksleeve.” The foggy blues bore into the fucked out face of the blonde before diving in for another passionate kiss. 

“Dabi-!” Keigo whimpers, desperate and melting into the villain’s mouth. 

“Ahh! Fuck that’s hot!” Shiggy almost curses, hips stuttering erratically in their pace as the pressure rises and snaps, cock spilling out streams of his seed into the hero. It’s an intense orgasm, lasting nearly a solid minute as his cock throbs and spurts out load after load, effectively stuffing the hero in a sticky white mess. Keigo cries out and freezes, taking it all greedily as he wiggles on Shiggy’s cock, trying to milk it all out. “Ahhh! Keigo! Dabi!” He finishes groaning their names. “Fuck it feels so good~!”

Shiggy crashes the moment it’s over, falling to the bed and nearly passing out as he pants and comes down from his high. Keigo helplessly whimpers and bucks into Dabi, so close just from feeling Shiggy’s orgasm and needing to get off. Dabi's low grunts and moans, his tight heat is so perfect, Keigo finishes seconds later, sobbing as he cums again. By the time he pulls out, webs of sticky, thick cum connect his cock to Dabi’s dripping ass. 

Dabi doesn’t protest when the blonde turns, cuddling a barely conscious Shiggy and presenting his ass for the villain’s use. Humming, Dabi climbs to his knees and pushes in, barely giving the birdie time to adjust since Shiggy had already worked him open. Dabi purrs and sighs at the warm fluid already packed inside, pleased to add his own load to the mix. It doesn’t take long before Dabi’s pace increases, chasing after his high until he shoots his volite load into the messy mutant. The moment it’s finished, Keigo and Dabi collapse together, each groping for a body to snuggle up to. Somehow, Dabi ends up in the middle with each man snoring on his chest. Once again, Dabi takes a moment to simply look around at them, unbelievably satisfied with the strange turn of events that had somehow led to this. He kicks a blanket over them, knowing that the others ran cold when they slept. 

***

“Keigo, Shiggy,” Dabi scolds the defiant pair. “Get up. You’re getting in the damn shower. You’re both rancid.” 

“No!” Shiggy argues, having cleaned up enough with a damp rag. “It’s fine!”

“No!” Keigo parrots, frowning at the villain from the safety of Shiggy’s chest. Wash away the sweet cum sticking to him from their trysts? Never!

Dabi rolls his eyes, wrestling the disgusting duo into the shower before they can protest further. Scowling, the crusty leader finally gives in, obediently drenching himself under the spray of the water. Keigo, however, backs away, glaring and hissing at the offensive water. He tries to protectively block his legs and abs covered in dried cum. 

“Shiggy,” Dabi sighs, gesturing at the problem. “Help me wrangle him, will you?”

They each take a side, slowly closing in and cornering the angry birdie. His wings grow puffy as he titters angrily at them. Armed with damp rags, the villains pounce, scrubbing at the worst of it. Keigo whines and tries to evade but there’s nowhere to go. 

“It’s okay, Keigo,” Shiggy kisses his nose. “You still have other marks all over your body anyway.”

Keigo gives an exasperated chirp but allows himself to be guided into the stream of the warm water. His woes are quickly forgotten in the wake of the bath however; instinct takes over, his wings unfurl and shake, reaching up and into the spray and shaking off the water again. It’s incredibly adorable as he dances around happily in the shower, hopping and bobbing gleefully. 

“Aww, see? Birdies like the water,” Dabi wears an impossibly soft expression as he watches. 

“He’s so cute like this,” Shiggy gawks at the blonde, shamelessly staring. “If he stays like this forever, can we just… keep him?”

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Panicked screeches are the first sound of the dark hour. The shrieks are so desperate and loud Shigaraki wakes with a jolt before grouchily cursing as he tumbles to the floor. “Ow! Keigo!” He shoots a dirty glare in the direction of the screams before knitting his brows in concern and confusion. The blonde is screeching in terror, gold eyes huge and fearful as he frantically flits and darts around the room, seeming in desperate search of some missing object as he tears the room apart. “Keigo, what’s wrong?” On his feet and completely awake, Shiggy yanks the tangled blanket away. 

At the sound of his voice, the tuft of blonde snaps around. The whimpering bird hazardously flaps over in his panic, his wings nearly doubled in size, his amber orbs round and flashing. “Dabi! Where’s Dabi?!” He cries, a hurt and desperate expression on his face as his fingers try to curl and grip around empty air. “Dabi! Dabi! Dabi!” Keigo chants in a very garbled, barely understandable voice, bobbing his head as thick tears stream down his cheeks. “Where’s Dabi?!” 

“He probably just stepped out for a minute-” it’s hard to think or get words out as the distracted pigeon clicks and garbles in distress, swinging his entire head around as he searches scanning the room for any sign of his missing mate. Even his breaths are choked and anxious as he wails and cries. “Keigo, shh, it’s okay. We’ll find him,” Shiggy does his best, shaken by the severe state of their little bird. Was it like this when he woke up without us too? When he woke up alone and started screaming? Shigaraki can’t be sure. But he does know he never wants to see this again. It was awful - he’d do anything to regain the carefree smiles Keigo usually flashed. 

“Dabi!” Keigo gasps, biting his lip and sniffing as his garbled voice breaks into sobs on the name. 

“Shhh, it’s okay, Dove. I’m here,” Shiggy collects the trembling pigeon into his arms, cradling him gently. At once the screeches quiet to little hiccups and dry sobs as he burrows into the bare chest of his pale mate. Shiggy lets him cry wordlessly, gently caressing his back and winding a few bare fingers into the red plumage. “We’ll go find him together, alright?” Shiggy finally says after a few minutes pass and the birdie slows from choked gasps to shakily breathes. The blonde waves nod weakly as his wings droop. 

Just as the crusty leader looks around the messy room for a pair of discarded sweatpants (saying nothing in regards the state of the affairs it's currently in), the handle of the front door turns and the door quietly opens, admitting a shadowy figure that tries to sneak in. If Shigaraki had any doubts about who it could be, Keigo’s frantic chirps and teary warbles as he flings himself across the room confirms it.

Dabi barely sees inside the room before he is viciously tackled and fervently kissed and squeezed by a very distraught blonde. Keigo whines and chitters angrily at him, scolding as he smothers his recovered mate in insistent and relieved kisses. Dabi cringes at the constricting arms dragging him back to the makeshift nest - which appears to be the only part of the room not piled hazardously on the floor. “What the hell-?” 

“You idiot,” Shiggy stands over the bed, arms crossed in annoyance, crimson eyes narrowed in a severe glare. “Where the hell were you?” He growls, not budging. “Keigo was worried sick!”

There’s the barest of inhales as the pretty blues widen in astonishment. “He did all this?” Dabi sounds surprised. “I was gone less than ten minutes-”

“No one knew where you were!” the angry leader snaps in frustration, clawing at the itch creeping along his throat. “We had no idea where you ran off to! If you’d been captured or worse! And your carelessness made Keigo cry!” Shiggy glowers at the stunned villain. Keigo nods furiously and chirps angrily as though to emphasize the point; his already-firm clutch around the slender villain tightens considerably.

An easy smile breaks across Dabi’s split face. “Oh?” Dabi smirks, leaning back as Keigo clings to him. “Were you really that worried, Shiggy?” It causes the crusty leader to pause, stammering and blushing despite his frustrated stare. 

“Was not! Now shut up!” Shiggy snaps, quickly averting his gaze in favor of glaring at the far wall. “Tch. What the hell were you up to anyway?” He murmurs bitterly. 

“Stepped out for a smoke,” Dabi replies, wrapping his arms around the testy birdie. “Wanna cuddle, Sweetheart?”

“...” Shiggy tenses in surprise at the affectionate pet name before wordlessly clambering into bed and letting Dabi and Keigo pull him close. He hides his heated face in Keigo’s toned shoulder. “Don’t scare us like that,” Shiggy sighs, mumbling the words quietly. 

He’s rewarded with an amused kiss. “Heh, guess I’ll just have to make it up to you two then.” Dabi takes advantage of the situation, using it as an excuse for a sweet and already long overdue makeout session with his babies. 

***

“Mm, can you take us both?” Dabi smiles, lidded blues hazy in their lust. He yanks the whimpering birdie down, forcing his swollen cock into a too small drenched hole. 

“Ngahhh!” Keigo sobs, his own cock twitching and leaking at the rough entry as the piercings drag along his sensitive walls, creating a stupid amount of slick which pours out and drips down Dabi’s half exposed cock. “Dabi!” It’s a pained, desperate moan. Keigo tries to gently work it in but nothing can be done as a raw, primal need takes hold, bubbling up from his groin as he violently bounces instinctively, brutally fucking himself on the girthy member, uncaring of the sting as his ass is stretched to barely fit around the latest intrusion. “Dabi! Ahhh! Mm! Ahhhh! Dabi! Dabi!” Tears soak his face as waves of pleasure and relief overwhelm him, drool already pooling at his lip as he bounces, swinging his thick cock between them until long fingers curl around him, jerking agonizingly slowly. His slim hips roll, each movement intentionally and unhurried as he takes control away from Keigo, earning sweet needy whimpers he loves listening to. It’s exactly what Keigo wants and craves.

Shigaraki watches, unable to tear his gaze away from the tangled bodies before him; the way messy webs of slick glob around Dabi’s intimating cock and between both their legs as Keigo trembles on top of the cool and collected villain lying beneath him. Dabi looks incredibly peaceful and dominant as his sapphire gaze drags over the quivering blonde. Even his wings shake with each movement as Keigo gasps, already wrecked and his head falls back. 

The amber orbs are foggy and unaware as he stares at an upside-down Shiggy, licking his lips and warbling his want. It’s low and lusty as he calls for his mate to join them.  

Dabi stills his effortless hip rolls - much to Keigo’s displeasure - and allows Shiggy to line himself up. As Shiggy approaches, cock in hand, Keigo perks and warbles happily, bending forward slightly in an effort to present with the hopes it will make Shiggy enter him faster. A shiver runs through the sensitive birdie as the tip gently brushes past the taunt ring of muscle, throbbing at the fit as it slowly pushes deeper inside, rubbing against Dabi’s swollen cock already plugging the hole. 

“Mmm! Ohh fuck that’s so tight,” Shiggy sighs in appreciation. “Keigo feels so good, mm, ngn~” 

“Hurry up and fuck already,” Dabi groans, biting his lip and forcing himself to remain still. “I’m fucking horny,” he complains, but it’s more husky and sexy than true frustration. 

“I’m just getting started,” Shiggy replies snarkily, a grin spreading across his chapped lips as he begins moving his hips. At once both men moan and tense at the force of it as Shiggy’s hips snap and slam against Keigo; his cock slides and rubs against Dabi’s, creating much needed friction. “Mmm, both of you… ngn… so good! Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” He grunts, groaning his satisfaction and approval as his cock is taken so well. Dabi’s piercings add texture, grazing along his tip with each movement; their veins even brush together, jerking both swollen cocks to life as they groan loudly.

Keigo is beyond gone, entire body ignited and sensitive to the barest of brushes; his moans are broken sobs, pleased and choked as his tongue falls out of his mouth, panting and drooling as his eyes roll back. When their hands caress his body together; Shiggy’s tangling into his spread wings and holding them together in one hand; Dabi’s curling around his neck as he snarls seductively - it’s such a balant show of dominance, Keigo squawks in surprise and desperation as the pleasure overflows and erupts from his swollen dick. 

“Mm, like that, Birdie?” Dabi draws, voice dropped several octaves. “Like being our little plaything? Our cocksleeve~” Dabi murmurs, seductively. “So obedient. Such a good little hero~”

“Ahh, Keigo,” Shiggy groans, pulling up at the handful of wings. “Mmf, you’re gonna be so sore you won’t be able to walk by time we’re done~” Keigo grows wetter and whimpers at their words, a beautiful lush rising to his cheeks as he trembles, bent over for them. Dabi’s hold tightens slightly, bruising the skin as he pushes the blonde away. Working in perfect harmony, Shiggy leans down to whisper into his ear. “Taking us so well,” he praises, continuing to roll his hips and roughly fuck the hero. “Do you wanna make me cum, pretty bird? Want me to breed you?” Shiggy groans, teasing the hero and reducing him to a whimpering mess as the pressure begins to build again. 

“Sh-Shiggy!” Keigo cries, desperate and willing to do anything to achieve the promises. “Shiggy! Ahh! Ahh! Ohhh! AHhh!” he nearly screams. It’s such a pretty sight, Shiggy can’t help but slide his free hand up from the hero’s hip to his perky chest, toying with a hardened nipple. The movement sends the birdie over the edge for a second time and jizz sloshes out, spewing all over Dabi’s bare torso and even splattering across his lips and chin. 

Bemused, Dabi opens his mouth and licks his lips, tasting the salty cum. “Such a horny bird,” he playfully chastises. “Gonna wreck you, pretty boy,” he smirks, dragging the whining blonde down for a passionate kiss.

Shiggy ups the pace, entirely focused on chasing his nearing high as the pressure collects and build with each thrust, he’s so close-

Neither man complains as Shiggy rails them deeply into the bed, both bouncing from the powerful slams. 

“Ohh fuck! Mmm, Keigo~” the crusty leader groans as he shoves his load down the birdie’s ass, pumping out waves of seed that fill up the already crowded hole. “Soo good,” Shiggy drools as he blissfully rides out his high, humping feebly as he finishes before reluctantly pulling out. Keigo shivers at the cum of his mate stored away inside of him as he clenches down, feeling empty after Shiggy’s withdrawal. His ass quickly adjusts however, already losing some of its stretch as Dabi begins to move. It’s slow at first and Dabi frowns, testing out the suspicious fit.

“What the hell?” Dabi thrusts again, confused when the walls flutter around him, as tight as when he’d first worked the birdie open, before Shiggy had joined them. Keigo groans at the movement, barely aware of anything beyond the wonder of his mates and their massive cocks. 

“Hm? What is it?” Shiggy wraps a blanket around himself and cuddles against the villain. It makes Dabi’s breath hitch at the easy affection Shiggy now graces him with. His forehead rest on Dabi’s bicep, his breath warm against his skin. 

“He’s so tight, like we didn’t just double up on him,” Dabi brow furrows. 

“Heh, really?” This seems to amuse Shiggy because he laughs. “Maybe it’s a bird thing?”

“How would that be a bird thing?” Dabi looks doubtfully at the idiot leader. 

Keigo, not at all appreciating being so ignored, huffs in frustration and violently rolls his hips, growing painfully taunt around Dabi. “Ah! Keigo!” Dabi hisses as the hero rides him, snapping his attention back to where it belonged. 

The hero smirks, knowing full well what he’d done and not the least bit apologetic for it. 

“Pff-” Shiggy laughs from his chest, “better hurry up and fuck him properly or he’ll get mad at you again!”

“You’re not making it easy y’know,” Dabi sighs in exasperation. Keigo, once again not seeming to like this, pops off his cock and, before the poor villain can register what’s happening, Dabi’s legs are promptly spread and the head of Keigo’s cock is inserted into the unprepared ring of muscle. A searing sting draws an angry curse as Dabi yelps. 

“Agh! Keigo! You asshole!” Dabi growls in anger. “You have to use lube like a normal person!” 

The birdie doesn’t listen as the painful wave of heat commands him, simply following his screaming instincts to fuck and breed as he pushes deeper into Dabi, body naturally producing a flood of precum in response to the dryness of his mate. It eases away any further pain but does nothing for the soreness and sting already inflicted and lingering. “Ngn, it hurts,” Dabi’s face twists into a grimace. 

At the yelp and admission of pain, Shigaraki jerks up and immediately yanks Keigo off, protectively crouching in front of the wincing villain. Keigo goes tumbling off the bed and doesn’t make any advancement toward them. “Dabi, are you alright?” Shiggy is there, turning to the villain and stroking his face, his crimson stare filled with concern. 

“Shiggy…” Dabi’s breath hitches at the strong, protective reaction. “You… overreacted…” he murmurs, a light blush spreading across the healthy portion of his cheeks. “It wasn’t that bad-”

There’s a little sniffle from the side of the bed. Shiggy ignores it, focusing on Dabi for now. 

He grits his teeth, annoyance and frustration rising. “Of course I’m going to be worried if you’re in pain!” Shigaraki snaps, scratching at his jaw. “Idiot! I love you… it’s only natural I’d be worried….” he mumbles, red eyes flicking back to the stunned villain. 

Dabi doesn’t respond at first, unused to the quiet leader’s confessions. “Yeah,” he finally agrees softly, reaching out to pull the crusty leader down for an affectionate kiss. Pressing their foreheads together and keeping his eyes closed for a moment before answering. “I love you too, Shiggy,” he murmurs, opening his intense blue eyes and staring longingly at the man before him. “I love you,” Dabi repeats softly, simply because he finally can now.

“Dabi…” Shiggy’s breath catches at the confirmed requited feelings. They wrap their arms around each other, forgetting the outside in their bliss and longing as they press their mouths together. 

By the time they finally pull away, Keigo is gone. 

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“Fuck, where’d Birdie go?” Dabi scowls as he quickly tries to sit up - wincing at the pain that shoots through his tender tailbone. 

“Hm? He’s right there,” Shiggy frowns at the panicked villain, pointing to the side of the bed on his side. 

Dabi leans past him, peering over the side of the bed where the tip of a crimson wing sticks out from under the bed. “Hah?” fear quickly drains away in favor of a sarcastic curiosity. It wiggles as though Keigo is moving around, doing something under there. Comfortably lying himself flat on his stomach, a long finger reaches down to poke the soft quills, earning a startled chirp followed by a thud and a whine. Idiot probably just bonked his head, Dabi chuckles, bemused.

Shiggy leans over too, frowning at the whines. “Keigo, what are you doing?” At the call of his seemingly no longer angry mates, Keigo warbles softly and shuffles out from under the crevice. By the time his blonde head pokes out, he’s covered in dust and dander. Just as a device - the tablet Dabi had stored away before - is shoved up on the bed, Keigo’s nose wrinkles and he violently sneezes three times in a row, body jerking with each one. 

“Heh, bless you,” Dabi tells him, smiling at the birdie. Even his sneezes are cute. Keigo tries to wriggle the rest of the way out but finds himself caught and balks in terror. He stares up at his mates helplessly, chirping worriedly. 

It takes them a few moments to understand. “...Dabi, I think he’s actually stuck….” Shiggy raises a brow at the troublesome idiot pigeon. 

Unsure how their hopeless birdie managed to get himself wedged between the bed and the floor, they clamber off the bed and try to tug him out by his wrists (with Shiggy carefully avoiding the deathgrip of the sharp talons). Whatever the birdie is caught on, he doesn’t seem to be going anywhere anytime soon. Terrified chirps and warbles rise in octave as claustrophobic sets in, his huge gold eyes widen in fear as he wildly swings his head around in search of a way out. High pitched trills call out fearfully as he yelps. 

“Here, Shiggy, help me lift it up and maybe he can crawl out,” Dabi decides, already moving to the corner of the bed and placing his hands under the frame. 

“Mm, fine,” Shiggy huffs in annoyance, grabbing the other corner. 

Keigo’s shrill cries grow frantic as his mates move away from him, not understanding what’s happening or why they’re leaving him. They pull up together, gently lifting the frame and Keigo yelps sharply at the movement, obviously in pain. The frame immediately stills, hovering a few feet in the air.

“Hang on, I’ll take a look,” Shigaraki grumbles, brow furrowed as he leaves Dabi with the full weight of the bed and crouches down to peer at the situation. “Ah! His wing got tangled in the frame somehow-” Shiggy disappears under the bed, arm crawling to the teary blonde. 

“Shiggy!” Keigo cries, turning and reaching hopefully for the villain. 

“Keigo! Quit moving! Hold still!” Shiggy demands impatiently, struggling to avoid the talons and keeping the birdie still. The more he wriggles and twists, the worse his wing tangles between the frame and small tear in the bottom of the mattress. “How the hell did you even manage-” Shiggy sighs, grumbling and scolding the knotted quills. He carefully untangles the soft feathers, impressed at the knot as Keigo whistles and clicks appreciatively, trying to hug and cuddle into his annoyed villain. Eventually after several minutes, Shiggy is able to finally dislodge the last of the quills and the birdie darts off. Shigaraki follows after him so that Dabi can finally lower the heavy bed. 

Surprisingly, the traumatized crybaby doesn’t tackle them - instead he retrieves the tablet and offers it to them when they settle back on the bed. The villains stare curiously as the birdie watches. They don’t take the tablet. Keigo mutters to himself in birdie speak and disappears into the bathroom, quickly fetching a bar of soap and placing that on the bed as well. He watches expectantly as the perplexed villains continue to stare at him. They don’t touch the soap either. Seeming to grow frustrated, the low mutters continue as Keigo wanders off to a small table where the cold pancakes still sit - he grabs a half eaten plate and sets it on the bedding. Again, it’s left untouched, even when he backs away. Keigo warbles to himself and whines, hopping forward and gently pushing it closer for them to take. 

“What do you think he wants now?” Shiggy whispers awkwardly.

Dabi shrugs. “No idea but I’m not eating ice cold pancakes.” 

The birdie huffs at them and flaps his wings indignantly. He darts away to the bathroom again before quickly reemerging with another object of some sort. The villains frown when the black blow dryer is carefully set on the bed. And again, Keigo backs away from the bed.

Perplexed at the strange behavior, Dabi sighs, blue gaze flicking over to the pigeon. “Use your words, Birdie. What is all this?”

Keigo tries to answer but it’s a breathless jumble of urgent warbles, clicks and trills. He whistles sadly at them before falling silent again. 

“He probably just feels bad about hurting you,” Shiggy finally murmurs. “And I snapped at him too. He’s probably trying to make it up to us with random gifts. But they’re all stupid gifts.”

A hurt look enters the teary eyes and Keigo’s face crumples. He whines pathetically, wings drooping and a broken whimper on his lips. He shuffles away, dejected at the callous words. “S-sorry… I’m sorry….” he sniffles, garbling his words. “Sorry.”

Unforgiving icy blues narrow in a death glare at the crusty leader. He waits as the villain grimaces and rolls his eyes. “Ugh. Fine!” He snaps, crossing his arms in annoyance. Of course Shiggy felt bad. But he had his pride - and very much disliked apologizing. “Keigo… come here.”

At once the blonde head turns, tears still rolling down his cheeks as he sniffles, warbling in question. Would Shiggy tell him off again? Probably. He keeps his head lowered and he waddles back to them. The moment he reaches the edge of the bed, Shiggy pulls the bundle of sad bird into his lap, pressing the tangled wings against his chest. 

“It’s okay, Keigo,” Shiggy mumbles, wrapping his arms around the stunned hero. “I was too harsh before.” It’s the closest Shiggy will admit to an “I’m sorry.”

“Shiggy?” Keigo seems surprised and tilts his face up to glance back at his gruff mate. Shiggy kisses the pain of rejection away. Tells him he does belong with them. That’s he’s forgiven. Keigo smiles and warbles, offering a sweet shower of little kisses all over his neck. Dabi decides to join them, leaning his head on Shiggy’s shoulder and dragging his fingers through the messy wings, straightening the disheveled feathers. A shiver runs through them and Keigo immediately relaxes, leaning shamelessly into the touch as he sings pretty songs for them. His eyes blank out and all tension melts out of his body. Shiggy’s fingers copy Dabi’s, dragging through the quills gently as he tests them out. 

Pleased warbles and whistles respond as the wings gently unfurl and rest against them; Keigo leans his head back against Shiggy’s strong chest, goosebumps prickling across his bare skin. It’s heavenly, having your mates groom your sensitive feathers. Each loving stroke sends a wave of tingles down through his plumage and along his back, almost tickling his spine. Shiggy’s arm remains wrapped around his waist as he supports the limp frame. “Looove youuu~” he tells him, drawing out the words with a contented sigh. “Love youuu,” he sings softly for them. Dabi presses a kiss to his shoulder while Shiggy rests his cheek against Keigo’s head. 

They continue quietly sweeping their hands through the red plumage, happy to listen to the sweet mindless confessions of the lovedrunk bird. 

Keigo… mm. I love you too, Dabi responses in his mind. He doesn’t bother saying it out loud.

Shiggy’s grip tenses around the hero, instinctively holding him closer as his heart strangely aches. He doesn’t mean it. And it doesn’t matter anyway. I couldn’t… care less.

And even so, beyond this intimate setting, nothing else seems to matter. Not the war on hero society, not All For One, not anything that isn’t Keigo’s soft wings, his calm breaths as he sighs beautifully every so often. Theirs. Their birdie and no one else’s. 

All too soon, that reality comes crashing down.

***

It’s a knife in their chests when the channel finally comes on, bearing the inevitable news. Except it’s far worse than anyone had intended. 

“The league of villains, raided due to an anonymous tip, has been revealed to have been housing a small army of Nomu. Beings created from multiple corpses and scientifically engineered with abilities specifically intended to target high ranking Proheroes. It seems Hawks, the number two hero, was next in line; this Nomu,” the screen changes to footage of a floating Nomu, much larger than average, resting motionlessly in a green tank. “-was actually finished. Using duplicates from villain Twice, this Nomu actually contains D.N.A. from another powerful member of the league who currently remains at large - Dabi.” At this, the villains’ chest grow cold. “It seems clear they intended to incorporate Dabi’s ‘cremation’ quirk into the Nomu in an effort to defeat - and possibly even kill - the number two hero.” 

A sickening churn rolls in Dabi’s gut as the realization sinks in. “No…” he whispers, horrified at the truth. Shigaraki had told the truth. But had he known about this? That Keigo would be stuck down with his own quirk? Dabi protectively winds his arms around the sweet bird - Shigaraki looks just as mortified, clawing at his throat as his jaw clenches in fury. His crimson eyes glare at the T.V.

The news continues. “In a shocking twist, All For One has been apprehended. All other remaining members of the league have escaped. Heroes are urging civilians to remain vigilant-”

“Fuck,” Dabi breathes, clearly shaken. Keigo warbles, completely unaware of the situation and worried for his stressed mates. 

“Sensei…” Shiggy mumbles, chewing his nail. He looks torn. Keigo tries to rub his hand over the tensed bicep, chirping at his anxious villain. But Shigaraki roughly shakes him off, covering his face with his hand. “Dammit…” he growls. “This is… this is all your fault! Stupid hero!”

“Shiggy?” Keigo doesn’t understand, warbles out his name uncertainty, concerned and scared. His voice is so small. 

“Sensei was taken… because of you!” Shiggy snaps, angry and hurt and lashing out. Unable to process the overwhelming, conflicting feelings. “You… damn you! You’ve ruined everything!” He doesn’t mean it. He does mean it. With every fiber of his being. He owed Sensei everything. 

Dabi says nothing, simply glaring at the floor, hating what was happening and helpless to do anything save let it play out. He stubbornly clings to the hero, unwilling to part with him. Fearful that if he let go, the birdie would disappear or be taken away from him forever. 

Growing uneasy and anxious at the state of his distraught mates, Keigo chirps softly, amber eyes big and filled with concern. Although the birdie has no idea what’s causing it, he can sense their feelings to some degree; Dabi is afraid, terrifying even; Shiggy is hurt and angry. He goes to the wounded one first, wrapping his arms around the hateful villain. 

“Shiggy,” he mumbles, trying to draw him close without disturbing Dabi. But the crusty leader shoves him away. Again, Keigo winds his arms around the slim waist, pressing him close. “Shiggy,” Keigo whispers. Just to say his name. “I love you,” Keigo tells him softly.

“Leave me alone!” Shigaraki growls, seeming to have settled on angry. But it’s a lie. More like a wounded animal lashing out. Determined, Keigo takes a deep breath and firmly tackles the villain, locking him in a vase-like grip. Shiggy snarls at the affection and fights, trying to elbow and kick him away, cursing loudly and demanding to be released. “I hate you! Stupid bird! You ruined everything!! I fucking hate you! Get away already!” 

Keigo understands the hateful words being shouted at him. And each one breaks his heart. He cries, sniffling as he bites back his sobs. But he refuses to let go. Because Dabi is right. If they let go of each other now, it might be forever. Dabi grimaces at the curses, hating them. But someone has to get through to him. And right now, that person had to be Keigo. 

“You idiot hero! It’s your fault! I hate you-I hate you-I HATE YOU!!” Shiggy screams, rage boiling over and exploding. The shouts and fighting go on for several long minutes. Until finally he breaks, having run out of steam and collapsing into frustrated sobs. “You.. stupid… idiot pigeon! I… I hate you…” but the bite is gone and he’s stopped fighting, leaning into the toned neck of the offensive bird. “I mean it….” Shiggy sniffs, trailing off. 

“Shiggy… love you.” It hurts hearing it. But Keigo endures the tantrum, loving him anyway. 

The villain slowly winds his arms around the hero, returning the much needed embrace and resting his forehead on the hero’s chest. Even as his poisonous tongue continues. “Damn you. Idiot bird.” For every cruel word or violent struggle, Keigo returns the outburst with unbridled affection.

Kisses are pressed into the messy white hair. Shiggy sighs and lets himself be held, quieting down. Unrushed, they cling to one another, needing comfort until they all slowly calm.

Dabi is the first to speak. “Shiggy. You saved him. Do you really regret that?”

The villain’s voice comes muffled from against Keigo’s chest. “Of course I do,” he answers stubbornly. “Nothing can be done about it now though.”

At this, Dabi stares incredulously at his leader. “Are you fucking kidding me with that shit?” He yanks Keigo away. Because Shiggy doesn’t deserve him. Yes, Dabi loved Shiggy. But he was being a dumbass and Dabi was having none of it. Righteous fury bubbles inside him. 

“What?” Shigaraki seems surprised when the birdie is jerked away and protectively tucked being a seething Dabi. 

“You’d really rather he’d died then? So that you could have your precious Sensei?” Dabi mocks the grossly endearing title. 

“He saved me!” Shiggy frowns in confusion, as though this would be obvious. 

“He used you,” Dabi corrects, icy stare narrowing. He cuts through the bullshit. Merciless in his vicious and cold attacks. “Admit it. Sure he saved you. So that he could raise you to do his bidding. Or didn’t you know who you were to All Might?” 

Oh yes. Dabi knew. And it was damn time someone challenged the brat into thinking for himself.

“What the hell are you going on about?” Shiggy hisses in warning. His crimson glare doesn’t make Dabi stand down. 

“Your grandmother - your family, knew All Might. Even trained him. You would’ve been family to him. Seems pretty consequential then that he just happened to save you,” Dabi drawls. His sapphire stares into the other’s soul, grounding him. “Remind me…” he leans in, breath hot on Shiggy’s nose. “How did your family die again?” 

“What- I… Shut up!” Shiggy’s eyes widen and he trembles. “I have no idea!”

“Don’t remember, do ya?” Dabi challenges. Keigo watches them, disliking the cruel interaction but sensing he shouldn’t intervene. “I could show you.” 

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“I could show you.”

Dabi’s words echo over and over in Shigaraki’s confused mind. Show me… what? Keigo warbles miserably, peeking at him from Dabi’s back. His gold waves press into the villain's neck as he rests his cheek against the leather clad back. And Shigaraki ignores him, seals his guarded heart away from both of them. Because Shigaraki doesn’t know what to believe anymore. Who he should even trust. Nothing could be done for his Sensei however. So he’d followed Dabi through the rain and a familiar dark alley. 

It’s strangely bare, eerily silent without Twice’s antics, Toga’s laughter. Even Kurogiri’s missing presence behind the dusty bar seems wrong. The silence is too loud. Bullets line the walls, broken glass and toppled stools lay across the floor. Blood is smeared on some of the shattered glass and Shigaraki wonders where it’s from. Is this… Sensei’s? He crouches, carefully fidgeting with a large red soaked shard morbidly. He crosses his free arm over his bent knees, refusing to look at the others with him. “Well. I came.” There’s an edge in his tone. “Now show me.”

Keigo is tenderly pulled off of his back and set on a cleaner booth. He waits obediently, chewing his lip as his amber eyes flick back to Shiggy, anxious. Dabi strides behind the bar. Neither speak as the crunch of his footsteps approach, stopping in front of the crusty leader before he calmly stoops to eye level. “I had Keigo dig for me,” a thick envelope is offered to the quiet man. The top is already ripped open but the contents are still intact. 

Their fingers brush as Shiggy takes the mysterious intel, tugging the contents out with two raised fingers. He hadn’t bothered wearing his gloves. He had no desire to handle Keigo. “Hm,” Shiggy grumbles, clawing at his already sore throat. “What did you do?” 

Dabi doesn’t answer, simply watches and waits. Even now… Dabi. Those brilliant eyes are somehow soft. Eventually Shigaraki rips his gaze away and stares down at the otherwise plain report sitting on top of the otherwise plain envelope. Dabi and Keigo watch together as the red glare begins to move, dragging over the words there. They watch together as the villain stills for a moment before flipping through the papers, growing more and more frantic as he gasps in horror and seems to choke on the air. How his eyes widen and his body begins to tremble, violently shaking as he stares and whimpers, unable to pry his eyes away. “N… no. That’s-” stunned and stammering for just a moment before glaring and shaking his head. “That’s not possible!” He hisses, face screwing up in pain and anger. “There’s no way-!” Frantic fingers dig, desperate and irritated, at this jaw, neck, whatever he can get his hands on. So much so, the already raw skin breaks and a warm red liquid darker than his eyes begins to trickle down his pale skin. At this, Keigo coos a concerned warble and tries to approach, his face twisted into one of pain but Shiggy shoots a *hateful glare that stops him dead in his tracks. 

(*Birds are more likely to respond/feel bad when given a dirty look or scowl rather than yelling or shouting at them since they’ll happily shout/squawk at each other in the wild.)

The hands show no sign of stopping as he tries to claw out his own throat along with the strangled cries that pour from his chapped lips. “He would never!” Shiggy shouts, growing hysterical. Blood gushes from deep scratches all along his neck. “This isn’t true… Tell me this isn’t true-” tears roll heavily down his cheeks and he collapses, sinking gruesomely into the shattered glass. “Dabi.” His voice quivers but it’s low and threatening, mistrusting. His huge red eyes stare at nothing, disassociating. “You’re lying- you… h-have to be-” 

“No,” Dabi shakes his head, gently cupping the damp jaw. His warm touch sends a severe chill through the sudden frigid man. A tremor wracks through his body and his teeth chatter. “This is from the hero commission; it’s real,” he tells the broken child sitting across from him. “It’s okay,” Dabi whispers, reaching out and pulling him against his chest. Shigaraki doesn’t fight this time. Instead there’s only soft sobbing and little broken whimpers as he pants and gags, sickened and disgusted by the horrible words he’d skimmed. Unable to bear even the slightest of the gruesome details Dabi already knew. 

Surely they were nothing worse than anything he himself had already witnessed in his world of crime. But… his family. They were gone. Forever. By his hand. Or rather because of his hand. The thin line barely separating the two didn’t matter. He couldn’t save them. They were all dead-

Piled bodies, puddles of their blood everywhere, splattered on the floor- 

“No-!” Shiggy whimpers. 

“Where’s Tenko?! Someone-! Save him!” His mother’s pleas before she too falls before his eyes. Her beautiful, pale face weakly lifts, wincing before she gives a teary, relieved laugh. “Oh thank god! Tenko, baby-” she reaches for him, so happy to find him safely frozen in the corner of the room. 

I was… such a coward, Shigaraki realizes numbly. I knew he was coming. I overheard the plan and didn’t say anything. And even when they came, I still… didn’t even move. 

Heavy footsteps sound close by. A familiar face appears. 

Sensei… Shigaraki barely registers the arms winding around him. 

“Tenko… you could be… so great,” All For One is there, pausing in his efforts and speaking directly to the small boy, “if you just-” He cruelly grabs the long dark hair, lifting the woman half up by her hair alone. She yelps and gasps in pain. “-applied yourself.” 

“Mommy!” Paralyzed in fear, he finds all he can do is cry. 

No… Because that’s not right, is it? That wasn’t… all I did. I actually-

The child sobs and instinctively reaches for his mother-

Shigaraki stares at nothing, overwhelmed by the long buried memory floods his mind, recalling every awful detail. He doesn’t feel the tears flowing freely from his red-tinged eyes. Nor is he even aware of the heartbreaking sobs coming from his own slumped body. 

Because of him… It’s all…. Because of him..! Hatred for his beloved Sensei courses through his veins. If not for that unspeakable day, Shigaraki begins to imagine everything that could - no should - have been. Would I have been a normal person with a life and a family? Or even… a hero? The worst part is, Shigaraki already knows the answer. Clear as day. He realizes at once the full weight of everything that had been stolen away from him. His family… his forgotten past… a future filled with possibilities and love… years and years of his life spent serving the man responsible… and himself. He’d lost Tenko. Whoever he’d been then. 

“Ruined… everything is… ruined,” Shigaraki finally whispers, slowly returning to the world currently around him. One where he sits in an abandoned bar, atop a mountain of glass that bites into him. It all seems fitting enough. Except that, he’s not alone. Because Dabi and Keigo are somehow there, miraculously wrapped around him. Dabi, his perfect little soldier, with forever a quip or snide retort on his sharp tongue as he faithfully carried out his every order. Keigo, their idiot bird, who never took anything seriously as he forever toyed with them until they damn neared their wits end - at which point he would ease up and easily obey, feigning innocence as though he’d never been a brat to begin with. 

And now Keigo cries with him, warbling and sniffing like a baby. Dabi simply holds them, face darkened and somber as he hangs his head on Shiggy’s shoulder. The weight of them feels so very grounding, soothing even.

“You idiots,” Shiggy mutters to them, beyond exhausted and nuzzling into their joint warmth anyway. “You both stayed. Why?”

“‘Cause we love you,” Dabi replies simply (deciding to spare him the usual affectionate insult). His gravelly voice vibrates against Shiggy’s cheek and it tickles. 

“Love you, Shiggy,” Keigo adds softly. He presses an uncertain kiss to the pale shoulder Dabi hasn’t laid claim to. Carefully keeping his pinkies raised, he reaches up and caresses the curve of Kegio’s jaw. The blonde coos, leaning into the tender touch. His pretty gold eyes peek up at Shiggy.

“Mm,” Shiggy sighs, heart melting under the longing gaze. “Then… I suppose I love you too.” It’s reluctant and gruff. In all likelihood, Keigo would no have no idea what it even-

“Really?” He breathes, eyes widening hopefully. A smug smile spreads across his lips. “Why Shiggy, I had no idea~ I’m flattered.” He erupts into amused giggles. 

Wait a damn minute…. 

Shigaraki stares at the bird, unblinking as he slowly speaks, dread welling in his stomach. “Dabi… is it just me or did he sound a lot less birdlike just then?”

“Heh, guess that depends,” Dabi smirks, lifting his head up and turning to the hero. He gently flicks his nose. “You awake now, Birdie?”

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“About time you woke up, Pretty Bird,” Dabi smirks as he pinches the blonde’s cheek. 

“Rude,” Keigo tells him, freeing his face and shooting him a dirty look. He glances around the banged up hide out and gives a long whistle. “So what happened here?”

A silence falls over the villains. “How long?” Shiggy quietly asks. He quickly turns his head away and impatiently wipes his tears away.

“Hm?” Keigo tilts his head in confusion. “What do you-” But he cuts himself off, eyes widening. The hero shakes his head as a strange instinct to comfort burns within him. “Seriously… what’s going on?” 

***

In the end, they’d decided to go to Keigo’s. He had a luxurious loft in the city, in one of the biggest skyscrapers. Far nicer than the hotel had been. Shiggy and Dabi settle on the stylish pillows on the floor at the traditional low table. Keigo appears with a tray of freshly brewed matcha tea and settles down across from them. 

Dabi slips on the tea before speaking. His icy blues lift up the perplexed hero. Who apparently remembered very little. “Heard about the birds and the bees? Turns out you’re more like the birds-”

“That’s not what I meant!” Keigo snaps in exasperation, a pretty blush glowing on his tanned cheeks. The villains snort into their mugs. “O-of course I remember that..!” Keigo mumbles, nervously glancing at his new mates. He gulps the tea, ignoring the sear it leaves. He sighs. “I just can’t believe my first time ended up being with two guys.”

The villain’s blue and red eyes go huge as they choke and cough on their tea. “That was your first time?!” Dabi gasps, shocked at the easy confession. “Aren’t you like twenty-three now?”

“Twenty-two,” Keigo corrects passively, resting his cheek on his hand. 

“Keigo,” Shiggy finally speaks. “Do you know what lube is?”

“Hm? I dunno,” he shrugs, lost in thought of the past few days. The way their bodies had been tangled as they panted and grunted together- “Like a lotion or something?” It’d felt so good too… and who knew Dabi’s dick was seriously pierced?!  

The villains stare at the innocent hero unfazed by their questions. “Dabi… he doesn’t know what lube is-” Shiggy whispers. 

“What the fuck birdie.” Dabi sighs, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. So Keigo hadn’t known. He probably assumed his body was normal, having nothing else to compare it to. “

“Soo, are we like a couple now?” Keigo teases with a playful smile. Although he asks the question rather casually, his wings flutter anxiously behind him and there’s a slight flush to his face. 

“Hmp. I liked you better as a bird,” Shiggy huffs, eyes narrowed in disdain as he slips the hot tea. 

“Mm,” Keigo keeps his easy smile, leaning back on his arms. “That happens every few months. Usually lasts a few days to a week.” He sighs, smile fading as the rejection soaks in. So Shiggy didn’t want him then. Dabi remains silent, seeming to have decided to watch it play out. “It’s fine though,” Keigo yawns and stretches. “Well guess I’ll get out of your hair then. I know how clingy and annoying I can get.” He excuses himself and disappears down the hall. 

The villains half expect to hear distraught screeches but they never come. “Hey Shiggy.” Dabi’s voice is quiet, cutting through the silence as he glances over at the somber leader. “Let’s date him too.”

It’s not forceful but it’s not a question either. 

“Eh? What?!” Shiggy stares in shock at the stoic villain. “Why would we?”

“‘Cause we love him,” Dabi replies bluntly. His face gives little away - as usual - but his beautiful blue eyes are as serious as ever. 

“...Fine,” Shiggy grumbles reluctantly, gathering the mugs and standing up. His stomach flutters at the thought and he quickly scrambles to hide his embarrassment. Shigaraki would never admit to feelings for the stupid piedgon. He was simply cute before and it slipped out. Nothing more. Dabi could do as he pleased. “I’ll wash these.” Without another word, he pads away to the kitchen and turns the faucet on. Determined to distract himself from any lingering thoughts of the amber eyes and those sweet little pecks Kegio loved to shower him with.

“Shiggy,” damaged arms wind around his waist and Dabi’s hot breath ghosts his ear. “Say it,” he demands softly, nose nuzzling at his boyfriend. Neither need to ask for the meaning. 

There’s a pause before Shigaraki responds. “Hmp. Do whatever you want,” he scowls stubbornly. Affectionate kisses and bites sear against his sore neck, not minding the bitter response. Shiggy tilts his head, leaning back against his partner. 

“I love you,” Dabi’s grip tightens around him. 

At this, the crusty leader turns and presses their lips together. They share a sweet kiss, each a little breathless by the time they pull away. “Mm, I trust you,” Shiggy mutters, blushing slightly. He presses the back of his hand to his mouth in an effort to hide, uncomfortable with being so vulnerable. Dabi lets him return to the dishes in the sink. 

***

Keigo sighs when he collapses into his nest. His carefree grin is gone, replaced with a darkened expression. He looks up at the ceiling, ignoring the hole in his chest. Everything about this feels wrong. Not having his mates there- my mates? Yeah, I guess that’s how I think of them now, huh? Birdie instinct never truly left him and he’d learned long ago how to ignore it. But that didn’t mean the pain ever stopped with that - especially surrounding his heats. And now. Keigo smiles to himself but it’s hollow and all wrong. Dabi and Shiggy had no idea what they’d signed up for. Red-tailed Hawks mated for life and Keigo is no different. Even now, he craves them. Wants to coo and sing for them, lure them back to his nest by whatever means necessary.

He doesn’t. Instead he forces himself to listen for the inevitable slam of the door. He bites back his sobs, refusing to make a single sound as the tears stream down his face and his nose begins to run. It hurts. Everything hurts. His heart is breaking, the bird within him screams, not understanding why his mates are gone. Abandonment crushes him. Knowing he can never touch them again is hell. Maybe… during my heats at the very least- he cuts himself off, shaking the hopeful thought away. No. They’d simply pitied him. Or given in to his demonic screams. Nothing more. Maybe more for his birdie side lovedrunk in its heat. 

Thoughts continue to rumble and swirl miserably in his mind as he analyzes every potential meaning or feeling. His mind flashes back to the times they’d held and carried him. The way they caressed and kissed him. Dabi… and Shiggy… they always cuddled me. Every night. He’d felt so safe and secure. Dabi let me play with his stables and piercings. Shiggy seemed so grouchy every time I asked him for a kiss but he’d do anyway and blush every time. They’d even groomed him. Now he curls onto his side, cuddling a pillow alone. Tears stream uselessly down his pale face. 

***

Some time passes and Keigo is certain they’ve left by now. He crushes the pillow to his chest. I’ll end up getting depressed at this rate… It was always something the commission had lectured him about, for nearly as long as he could remember. 

There’s a soft knock on his door. Too down in the dumps to be bothered to sit up and answer the door himself, a feather glides to the knob and opens the door. “Keigo?”

“Hey,” he hears himself reply, still not stirring from his position. So they hadn’t left. It does little to lift his spirits. He figures they, like every other person Keigo has encountered in life, want or need something only he can give. Intel. Sex. Status. Money. The moon. Whatever it was, he’d probably hand it over just to make them go away. 

“Not looking too great there, Birdie,” Dabi drawls. And it’s so wonderfully Dabi Keigo chuckles bitterly. 

“No, I guess not,” he sighs, forcing himself to sit up. The room is dark. Dabi probably can’t even see his face. “Need something?” Even to himself, his voice sounds hoarse and dead. 

“Tsk,” Dabi clicks his tongue and goes to the bed. At his approach, Keigo bows his head in a lazy effort to hide his face. The villain isn’t having it however. Instead the dark figure stops in front of him and Keigo stares at the black boots. 

“Gonna be like that then?” Fingers reach out and cradle his jaw, gently lifting his chin up to force their eyes to meet. The barest of surprise flicks across his relaxed face before he cocks a brow. “Keigo. You’re crying.” He says gently, as his thumb reaches up and swipes across the damp cheek. It sends a quiver through the lonely bird and a soft coo slips out in response as another warm tear slides onto Dabi’s thumb. 

“I’m sorry,” Keigo mumbles, unable to help as his eyes close and he nuzzles into the hot touch. 

“Do you miss us already?” Dabi guesses softly, staring down at the little bird. Clearly starved for their affection. Keigo nods wordlessly, sniffling. “Mm, so clingy,” he sighs affectionately, icy blues never leaving the pigeon as he closes the distance between them and crushes their lips together. 

The hero gasps in surprise and relief as he melts into the kiss and needily returns it. Dabi deepens the kiss, parting his lips and licking at Keigo’s. He is immediately granted access and licks into Keigo’s mouth, tasting his tongue. The corners of Dabi’s lips curve up ever so slightly in satisfaction when Keigo whimpers at the lingering flavor of Shigaraki. He groans, clinging to his mate and trying to tear off his stupid jacket and white tee. 

The villain permits it, even going as far to shrug off his jacket. The moment his bare torso is exposed, Keigo is already kissing and licking at it, working his way to the perky nipples and desperately leaving a trail of already purpling bruises on portions of Dabi’s healthy skin. His hands gently graze and caress the long curves, unbiased and uncaring of the damaged skin most made obvious efforts to avoid. 

Shiggy is the only other person to touch me this way… Desire floods the villain, rushing straight to his tented pants. Keigo’s clothes are half ripped, half burned away. He trips backwards, falling back on the bed and moaning as he stares up at Dabi, his amber gaze lidded and much darker than normal. His pretty crimson wings are spread out on either side of him, his exposed cock rock hard and already bubbling precum at the tip. 

“Dabi… please,” he whispers, already begging. He looks so innocent and vulnerable like this. 

“Mm, don’t worry,” Dabi cups the sharp jaw, dragging his hand down Keigo’s bare body and earning a visible shiver in response. Keigo’s legs part wide at the barest touch as Dabi continues stroking him, moving his hands along the chiseled inner thighs.

“Ah! Dabi~” Keigo groans, arching his back in an effort to entice the villain to take him already. 

“This sensitive already?” Dabi whispers, pulling back. He enjoys Keigo’s little whines of protest as he rips his belt off in a very dominant, fluid movement. 

***

“Ahhh! Ahh! Ohh! Dabi! Dabi!” The cries are the same, though more human, less garbled now. Distant thuds can be heard in a steady cadence. Shiggy scowls, hands gripping around a mug and accidentally decaying it as his body responds. I bet Dabi’s fucking him into the bed right about now. 

Shigaraki had already decided he wouldn’t interfere. He’s not even sure why he follows the groans up the stairs and to the single door they lead to. 

“Ngn, Keigo!” even Dabi’s low grunts can be heard from so close. 

“Ahh! Ahh! Ohh, mmf-! fuuck~” Keigo’s moans are so desperate. The slap of skin on skin as he’s obviously pounded has Shigaraki leaning against the door and slumping to his knees. His swollen cock is painfully hard now. Refusing to really think about it, Shiggy adjusts himself so that his heavy cock springs out, twitching in response to a particularly loud groan from Dabi. He wrestles his shirt off too and begins relieving himself, jerking his sensitive member and getting off to their cries on the other side of the door. 

***

“Dabi! Ngn! Fuck that’s good~ mm! Mm! Ahh!” Keigo pants and groans, clinging to a feral Dabi as his throbbing cock pumps in and out along his fluttering walls. Keigo drools when Dabi shoves himself back in and hits that sweet spot, sending a wave of pleasure through the birdie. “Ah! There! Dabi, Dabi, ahhhhh yeah just like that! Keigo’s voice breaks and he whimpers, begging for his villain to keep going. “Getting so close… ahhh! Ahh! Ngn! I’m… I’m gonna cum!” Keigo’s voice raises an octave as he whines. 

“Ahh, mm, that’s right,” Dabi purrs, sadistically pounding away at that sensitive bundle of nerves. “Gonna make you - ngn! - cum on my cock alone. Mm, such a good boy for me,” he lowers his voice right in Keigo’s ear. Playing up to that praise kink he creamed himself for. 

“Dabi!” Keigo sobs, eyes going huge before his back arches and tenses, his eyes rolling back into his head. He desperately jerks himself as Dabi brutally fucks him, cumming all over his own abs. “I’m cumming~ I’m cumming!” He cries, grunting and groaning as his ass clamps down painfully around Dabi’s cock. His walls sploosh with slick as he rides it out. 

“Baby, fuck yea,” Dabi groans, chasing after his own high as he stares down at the wrecked blonde. His wings quiver, charged with lust and tingling even untouched; his blonde waves tousled sexily; his glazed amber eyes completely blanking out; his head dips back with a pretty blush as his tongue hangs out of his panting lips. His slick floods beautifully between their connected hips and even gushing between their thighs. “Mmm, make me cum, Sweetheart,” Dabi whispers, his gravelly voice lower than normal. 

And Keigo cums from the sound of his voice, his filthy words alone. “Ahh! Ahh! Dabi! Ngn! Mmf! AHH!” Keigo groans loudly, completely fucked out as his cock shoots out ropes of warm jizz. 

“Ah! Keigo, fuck that’s good,” Dabi throws his head back, hips erratically slamming against him as he pants and groans loudly, getting himself off on the fluttering drenched walls. “Mm! Keigo!” He cums, panting and trembling as he cries out Keigo’s name. His cock spurts load after load as he cums heavily, so much so it trickles from between Keigo’s shaking legs. He shallowly fucks the rest of it out before gently pulling himself free. He scoops the lusty birdie into his chest and cuddles him.

“Mm… Shiggy,” Keigo’s still wrecked and tingling, cock twitching and hard. 

“Shiggy?” Dabi frowns. Normally Keigo calmed afterward. Did he need both of them every time in order to finish?

“I can smell him,” Keigo murmurs, drooling at the scent of Shiggy's arousal nearby and trying to grind against Dabi’s thigh. 

***

A stray feather finds a struggling Shiggy. For whatever reason, no matter how desperately he jerks, his cock remains stubbornly hard, nowhere close to finishing. Until the red feather appears, brushing against his cheek and flitting down to stroke his leaking cock. “Mm,” Shiggy is desperate for relief, needing to get off already. Dabi and Keigo had already finished. The feather stops after a few strokes and seems to push in the direction of the door. 

“Hmm, I wasn’t going to but…” Shiggy stands and pinches the knob between two fingers. “If you're offering….”

The door opens and Keigo is in fact offering. He’s cuddled up to a pleased Dabi, sprawled across the nest and lewly spreading his legs, leaving nothing to the imagination, in invitation. 

“Dabi, do you care?” Shiggy flatly asks, not wanting to disturb the villain in case he wanted to sleep.

“Play nice,” Dabi smirks in amusement, his eyes already closed. 

Shigaraki decides to ignore the snarky comment, crawling up the hero, careful to avoid placing all five fingers down lest he begin to decay anything. He does decide to use one to push into Keigo’s dripping sticky ass however, wanting to toy with it. A string of white fluid connects his finger when he pulls it back out and Keigo whines, wanting to be properly filled. 

“Come here, Birdie,” Shiggy hesitates, suddenly finding himself unwilling to simply insert his cock straight away. 

Keigo is all too willing - he leans up at once answering Shiggy’s call, eagerly crushing their mouths together and hungrily devouring him. Shiggy sighs and groans into the kiss, grinding their cocks together. Oh, this already feels so much better! 

Whining impatiently, Keigo curls his fingers around the cock and eases it past the soaked furl of muscle. It makes them both groan, sensitive after all of the previous stimulation. “Shiggy!” Keigo sobs, trying to fuck himself on the veiny cock but having limited movement because of the angle and his refusal to let go of Dabi’s arm. 

Dabi opens his eyes, staring at Shiggy moans, voice desperate as he begins to roll his hips. It’s messy and sticky between them and but the warm fluids, Dabi’s seed, makes their eyes roll back in pleasure. 

“K-Keigo! Ahh! AHh! Mmf, yea~!” Shiggy moans, head dipping back in bliss. “Feels so fucking good! Ngn, I wanna make you cum again!” 

“Sh-Shiggy!” Keigo’s cheeks are already warm, and he whines. “Ahh! Ahh! Shiggy feels really good too! Ahhh! Ahh! Fuck me~” His walls tremble as he a familar coil tenses his groin, spilling over into another messy orgasm when Shiggy rails him for a few more seconds. He cums gasping and sobbing. “Shiggy! Shiggy! Yes!YES!YES!” Keigo sobs, cock twitching and spewing out waves of jizz. 

“Ahh! K-Keigo!” Shiggy is close, desperately chasing the pleasure as he finally falls over the edge when Keigo’s plump ass constricts around him, sopping wet and so very warm. “Fuck! KEIGO!!” He roars, crying from the force of his burning groin as his body tingles, every inch a livewire of nerves. His cock throbs as he spills his claim into Keigo. 

The birdie takes it greedibly, growing somehow wetter from the feeling of being so wonderfully filled. “Shiggy~” Keigo sighs, panting as he curls into the two men, automatically arranging them into a threeway cuddle. He happily coos, defaulting into his birdie instinctives in the afterglow. He sprinkles his perfect villains with sweet little pecks and babbles happily in garbled nonsensical words and sounds along with a series of bright clicks. He even tries to groom them, patting them down as though they had fur or feathers along their bare bodies all the while trilling and warbling cheerfully. 

It’s so cute, the villains decide to stay awake just to enjoy the not-so-helpful aftercare. “Hey Keigo,” Shiggy whispers eagerly. The blonde head turns away from Dabi’s hair and a curious whistle answers. “Pretty bird!” He teases, smiling in amusement. 

“Pretty bird!” Keigo mimics, voice garbled. He bobs his head, pleased by Shiggy’s attention. “Pretty bird! Pretty bird!” He chants a few more times, beaming at the praise he receives. 

“Hey Keigo,” even the stoic Dabi wants a turn before it wears off. “What sound does a train make?”

“Chu chu!” Keigo sings with a big smile. “Chuu chuu!” He makes kissy sounds at them. “Kisses! Gimme kisses!” He demands. He gets all of the kisses.

Eventually the worn out trio falls asleep.