The Love Bug's Sting

Eraserhead/Shota x Els/Cheshire
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The ringtone sounded loud in the quiet room. Hizashi scrambled to grab it off the desk where it lay. Several of the other teachers watched him sympathetically. Eraserhead and Cheshire had protected the students they had been chaperoning on the trip, but they had not checked in since the teenagers reported their trouble. It was bad - no one knew where they were, or if they were okay.

"Hizashi." The blond man pulled himself up in his chair. He knew that flat monotone and was at first relieved to hear his friend's voice. Then he realized the tone that was worse than the Erasure Hero's usual deadpan voice.

"What happened? Is my girl okay?"

"She's not injured."

Hizashi breathed easier. "Thank god." He smiled weakly at the others, who also relaxed a little.

"There are, however... some complications." Shota hedged. "We're trapped in a room someplace. There is only a desk, one chair, and no windows."

"We'll find you. The phone -"

"Blocked until I found this one spot where I could at least call."

"GPS? If you can call..."

"Not working. They're scrambling things somehow."

"But, but why let you call, then?"

Aizawa sighed. "You'll understand when I tell you." He seemed to be struggling with the information, breathing hard for several moments without speaking. 

"Spit it out!"

"She was stung by Love Bug."

Mic blinked, all the color color draining out of his face. "But you're - you're trapped in there together."

"Yes." The dark-haired man on the other end slumped over, holding his phone with one hand and pinching the bridge of his nose with another.

"Is it bad?"

"Yes." Aizawa spared a glance to see that she had curled up in a ball in the farthest corner of the room. She wasn't moving, but what was worse was her tail was as still, never a good sign when he knew how agitated she was.

"Shit," Hizashi groaned. "We don't know how long it's going to be until we can get you. We - we ahhh, fuck!" He slammed his fist against a nearby wall hard enough to cause a frame to fall to the ground and shatter explosively. "I don't care if he calls himself a bug or not. I'll get the bastard and make him take it back!" Midnight leaped back, her eyes wide. She turned to the startled group and started to talk quickly in a low voice.

"Mic," he said quietly, "You know someone with that type of quirk can't do that."

"I know!" He bit the top half of his neck speaker in frustration.

"She could suffer through it," Aizawa suggested cautiously. "It won't kill her."

"No, but it's one of the most painful things to have to sweat out." He drummed his fingers on his leg in a restless tattoo.

"There are only two choices," Aizawa finally said quietly. "She waits it out, or..." He paused to steady himself, then spoke in the most expressionless tone he could. "I help her." He winced, holding the phone away from his ear. Present Mic's wail of anguish was so loud that he had no doubt people heard it in the next town. The staff in the room with him shouted in agony and fell to their knees, hands covering their ears. 

"Calm down, Mic!" 

"I - I can't!" He turned to face them, his eyes filled with tears and his lower lip trembling. "My - she --"

"Love Bug?" Midnight asked, her eyes dazed. She clapped a hand to the side of her ear, blinking. It was still ringing.

"Yes." He looked like a lost little boy now, tears spilling down his cheeks. "They're stuck."

"And we don't know where they are."

"...yes." A tiny voice, much different than the scream from before.

"You know what to tell him."

Aizawa breathed deeply as he listened, struggling to calm himself, and simply waited. 

After a few moments his friend and colleague was back. "Sho," he gasped raggedly, not bothering to hide the fact that he was sobbing. "Please help her. Please."


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Aizawa nodded grimly. He had expected as much. What he hadn't counted on was the wild tensing of his lower belly, a rush of adrenaline so hard and so fast he choked. Once again he drew several long, deep breaths to slow his racing heart. 

"I can," he said quietly. "Would you like for me to offer her several solutions for her condition?" He could only try to limit himself now. She could not deny him in the state she was in, poor thing, but he and Hizashi could maybe work out some details.

"S - several..?" He almost laughed. It came out as a strangled hooting sound that caused Shota to cringe inwardly. "You know as well as I do that in order for that to wear off, you're going to have to - to..."

Aizawa slapped his palm against his face. "I will have to have sex with your girlfriend. Yes."

Hizashi did laugh this time. It was an oddly soulless sound. "Yeah. Well, all I can ask is that you take good care of her."

"I will... do my best."

"Thank you."

Aizawa swallowed past the sudden constriction in his throat as he hung up. He didn't want it to be this way. This was the pale woman he had loved since the first time he had laid eyes on her photo in the other school's dossier. He walked over to her as she lay in the corner. Her beautiful purple hair was tangled from her pulling at it in distress and those cute, perky cat ears were laid back, a sure sign of pain and fear. The tail he had wondered what it would be like to stroke lay limp on the floor, not swaying boldly about like it should be.

"I called Hizashi. We discussed the situation and he understands. If you want me to help you through this, I will."

Oh, no. He sucked in a great gasp of air at her reaction.

He should have known speaking the Voice Hero's name would only make things worse. Elly did not move other than to open her mouth. Her cry was not as loud as Mic's had been, yet only because she did not have his quirk. Other than that it was the most piercing, heart-wrenching sound he had ever heard. It wasn't even human speech. She simply screamed like a cat, yowling in mental as well as physical agony.

He waited, just like he had before. "I will only help if you want. However, you know how bad an effect an aphrodisiac quirk can have, especially on a partial anthro like yourself." With a low sigh, he sank next to her on the floor. "It will get worse. You've already begun to hurt yourself." He pointed at several long clumps of hair she had pulled out. "He does not want you to suffer. Nor do I."

"I - I don't wanna," she whimpered, then twisted into an intricate knot as the burning desire flared in her lower belly. Her clothes felt too tight and even the hair tickling at her neck and cheeks were driving her crazy! That was not to mention his voice, his warmth and his smell. His male smell.

"That is, of course, your choice. I will support whatever you choose. But you need to do so now - when you have more of your faculties available." He steeled himself for an attack of any sort; she was not happy about this and not thinking straight. She could blame him in her emotional and physical distress. It appeared she was too far gone, however, to try.

He smelled so good. Elly licked her lips, wondering if it were true if the power of some pheremones could make a man multiply orgasmic. She shook her head roughly at the thought. No - this was Shota, not Hizashi -- and why did her mind keep coming back to how obscenely, awesomely, delicious and good he smelled? He watched her war with herself and knew the outcome before she did.

"I want help." The answer was a weak whisper.

"You want my help."

"Yes." A feeble croak. Her pain was too great to ignore. If they had to wait several more hours she would indeed hurt herself in trying to escape the nagging, searing itch.

"Alright." Shota reached out and pulled her into a sitting position. He held her chin firmly, staring into her wide eyes. "Listen carefully, Cheshire. I am going to ask you a few questions." She nodded sheepishly, struggling to focus.

"One," he checked off on his finger, "are you on birth control?"

"Yes."

"Are you okay with me having sex with you, or do you want me to try other methods first?"

"They won't work, will they." Her ears drooped. "It has to be sex to completion until I'm satisfied."

"I see you remember your briefing on this type of quirk." He nodded. "I know you had sexual health testing done with H - with him," he stammered, not wanting to bring Hizashi's name up again. "I'm... fine, as well, on that front." No need to tell her I haven't had sex in years. 

"Okay." She groaned suddenly, doubling over, and he helped her back up. "No... s'not okay. Nothing is okay."  She began to cry, laying limply in his careful hold.

"I - I need to tell you something as well." His face had turned bright red. There was no going back now, and the best way to ease her pain would be to share his. "I am in love with you."


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Elly blinked several times. The admission seemed to catch her so off guard that she forgot her need. "Aizawa?"

"My question is, may I please love you? For a little while?" He rushed on, trying his damndest to keep emotion out of his voice, but despite all he could do a tremor crept in. "You don't have to love me back. I know you don't. But may I be intimate with you, instead of it being mindless sex?"

"I don't want it..." She swallowed, the truth in that simple statement evident in her voice. "I - don't want it to be so cold," she repeated nervously. "Like a nasty shot you have to have."

"Will it disturb you, then, to call me by my first name?"

"A - Aizawa?"

"Please," he whispered. "Call me Shota." He paused. 

"Shota?"

"I think we can use our first names, don't you? Here, let me hold you." He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap facing him. "Don't rush things," he warned. "You're going to want to move too fast. Let me set the pace." Elly squirmed, panting. Aizawa could see she was really starting to hurt. He gently brought her closer, his hand caressing her cheek. "May I kiss you?"

"You have to," came her shivering reply. He placed his mouth lightly on her cheek, resting it there so she could feel him. His scraggly facial hair didn't seem like a lot, but it was scratchier than the freshly shaved cheek she was used to. The contrast caused her to shudder, not exactly in a bad way. He smelled good up close, too, not what one might imagine from his appearance. There was the scent of some musky cologne - maybe just one of those special deodorants they had on the market now -- and coffee. She loved coffee, and sought out the source of the scent mindlessly as he trailed his lips to her own. She found it as they kissed, dark roasted and delicious. Moaning eagerly, she grasped a double fistful of his upper jumpsuit as they continued. Aizawa was taken completely by surprise at this display of passion. He understood aphrodisiac quirks could cause blind lust, but she was very softly and sweetly pressing against him, taking the time to caress the stubble along his jaw. 

He broke the kiss and she whimpered, such a pathetically needy sound that he soothed her instantly with a touch. "It's okay. I'll take care of you." He concentrated on undressing her, setting the clothes aside neatly in a folded pile. His hands started to tremble when she had only her bra and panties on. They were a dark purple color, a matching set in silk and a tasteful amount of lace. He had noticed she almost always wore purple if she got the chance, since it matched her hair. 

"Your hands..." She sat squirming in his lap, facing him with his hands wrapped around her waist. He was moving them to slide up and down the curves of her body, relishing the fact that she was a little thicker on the bottom. Her tail lashed madly behind her, stirring up the ends of her hair. 

"Still your tail, Elly, or I won't be able to get these off." He slid a finger in the hem of her panties and tickled. 

"Hah!" She jumped at the touch but her tail slowed enough for him to drag them down. He cupped the palm of his hand on the curly batch of exposed pubic hair and rubbed once, his eyes far away. When she hissed and arched her back into his light fondling he smiled. 

"Top off first." He smiled wider when she unhooked her bra with a wrench of her arms. Two pale, firm breasts were thrust in his direction and he bent to kiss one, catching the nipple in his mouth and sucking. He swallowed very hard when she all but screamed and was not surprised to see tears running down her cheeks. The teasing had gotten to be too much for her heightened senses. He needed to stop stalling, though he didn't like moving so quickly to sex. He wished he could kiss her more, cuddle her and make her feel good slowly, taking their time to get to know each other. 

He would never get a second chance.

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"It hurts so bad!" Elly squirmed on his lap as he tried to unfasten his belt with trembling fingers. 

"Sorry, I'm sorry," he gasped. "I know, it's painful. Kiss me, give all the pain to me." He was babbling, but she pressed her lips to his and they became locked in a near ferocious battle of lips and tongues. Aizawa finally slipped his belt off, then unzipped his suit. "Stand up," he whispered, pulling her so she could lean on the wall. 

"Hurry." She averted her eyes as he stripped. "I don't want this, but I want it!"

"Yes. I'm so sorry." He took her in his arms again and laid her on their pile of discarded clothes, wadding the softest parts for her to rest her head. "I'm so sorry, Ches. I love you."

"Aizawa, please!" She jerked away at his more intimate touch, instinctively trying to back away from his erection as it touched her. "No!" Then she hissed and bucked towards it as a wave of desire hit her so hard she almost pulled several muscles struggling to fight against it. "God!"

"Ches! You'll hurt yourself!" He laid his legs on hers, trying to keep her from twisting so violently.

"No, just, don't listen to me. Don't listen, just do it!"

"Be ready." He swallowed past the tightness in his throat. He didn't want to. Seeing her like this, he thought there were worse things than getting what you dreamed of. He hoped she wouldn't hate him, that he would still be able to be friends with Hizashi, his childhood friend. He tensed himself all over and thrust forward as carefully as he could. 

"Ohhhh... yes," she husked, her body language changing so rapidly he did a double take. "Yes, slow is good." Her hands circled his shoulders, fingers brushing lightly across the skin and causing sparks of pleasure wherever she touched. He could hardly restrain himself as her legs lifted to ride his waist.

"Ch - Ches, okay?"

"Don't stop," she moaned. "More..."

"Shit!" He closed his eyes and lost himself for a few wonderful, long minutes. Elly's body so willing and soft underneath him was wonderful. He didn't think; his world became move and kiss and thrust into her velvet heat. She wasn't in pain, he could hear her cries and knew when she was getting close. Aizawa strained, the cords on his neck standing out as he loved her. It was suddenly so good, so right, he couldn't hold back much longer. Her sighs and breathy cries came closer and closer together now, and he held her tight. "That's it, let go," he gasped. 

"H - Hizashi!" Her cry was desperate, and he suddenly realized how she had gotten through their act. Why she had seemed so passionate, so caring. He should have known, he berated himself for not thinking things through. She had replaced him in her mind with her real lover. He could have sex with her, but try and plead as he might she would not accept him. His eyes blurred and he hastily shut them, grimly determined to carry all the way through for her needs. She was close and so was he, and he needed to take her through this. Aizawa paused, wiping his tears on his arm and preparing to throw himself into the final throes of the act when the wall unexpectedly collapsed. Several feet of cement exploded into powder, the desk with the wood splintering as it fell apart as well. The noise was shocking, yet nothing compared to what had caused the destruction. 

"Elly!"

Present Mic had been more careful this time with his quirk. The powerful sound dissolved the wall in his way, but had only grazed them. Still, both were stunned into insensibility, frozen in their compromising act. He covered the distance between them in a single leap, grasping Aizawa and bodily lifting him off - and out -- of his girl. Bodily fluids dripped embarrassingly, but he was glad to see there was no trail of sticky white semen. "Take him," he grunted, shoving the dazed man at Midnight. She wrinkled her brow in disgust and flung a blanket they had brought for that purpose over him. She handed the other to Mic, who covered Elly hastily, whimpering in dismay at finding several bloody strands in her hair. 

"All right, let's go," Cementoss gestured. He was blushing and refused to look into the room. "Get them in the ambulance fast! There's media outside."

"Sh - shit." 

"Can't be helped," Midnight sighed. "Your shout alerted everyone in a five mile radius, Mic."

"At least," Cementoss nodded. He stood to the side as the heroes carried the fallen ones to the rescue vehicle. 

"There's no room left in the back," the medic tried to reason with him when Mic stepped inside.

"I'm going with her." Hizashi's eyes burned, appearing red under the tint of his glasses. His tone left nothing up for discussion. The man swallowed nervously and didn't push him further as he wriggled as close as he could to her cot. "I'm here now, princess," he whispered as she was being hooked up to an IV drip. "It's gonna be okay."

--

There was a flurry of activity at the hospital when they arrived. Hizashi had to give an account of what they thought had occurred and both heroes were checked over carefully.

"Excuse me..." He looked up from where he sat by Elly's side as yet another nurse came into the room. "She appears to be still under the influence of the pheromones. The person taking care of her originally was that other man?"

"Yeah. Not by choice," Hizashi muttered. "And uh, he didn't finish."

"So this hasn't been resolved." She ticked another box on her sheet. "You're her boyfriend?"

"Yes."

"Good," she smiled consolingly at the trembling man. "You may want to add that, later, if you think it would make her feel better. This must have been tough on all of you, but it will get easier." She cleared her throat. "Now then! This room we're taking you to has all the amenities of a decent apartment. It was specifically designed to handle this healing process."

It was a rather nice room, but he only had eyes for his girlfriend. Mic was not a patient man and he fidgeted, rapidly shaking his leg as he waited for her to awake. He had made sure to take his neck speaker off but was still fully dressed as his hero persona. He hoped this would stay out of the media - not for his sake, but hers. After a few minutes Elly jerked upright with a tearing gasp.

Mic was on it. He pulled her into a comforting embrace. "It's okay. You're safe, you're in the hospital." She couldn't speak at first. Huge, wracking sobs shook her as she clung to him. "Relax, baby," he crooned, stroking her cheek gently. "I'm here now. I'll take care of you."

"Why does it still hurt?!"

"You - ah, erhm, well," He bit his lip. "You both didn't finish. Plus it might take more than one time."

"Didn't...?" Relief flooded her tired, pale features.

"That's right, sweetheart." He wiped a tear from her eye and lowered his voice. "I'm still the only man to come inside you."

"Quick, then! Do it again, quick..."

"Gladly," he agreed, starting to peel his layers of leather off.

Far away in another section of the hospital, Aizawa lay alone. He had tried to get them to release him, but they wanted to run a small series of tests to make sure he hadn't been affected as well. It was comfortable enough, dark, and quiet. Every time he tried to close his eyes, however, he saw Elly's tear-streaked face. When he tried to relax, he heard her cries of anguish. He understood causing all three of them pain, disabling them to work together as a team, was the villain's plan. But try as he might he couldn't see any way out of it.

She would be better taken care of now, at least. Hizashi would be able to repeatedly attend her increasing needs until the quirk ran its course. She would not fight him. In fact, they would probably have some of the best sex they had in months. He was relieved, yet struggled with a terrible bitterness about the whole ordeal.

Aizawa Shota was, in all respects, a logical man. He liked neatness and order, and usually found ways to incorporate them into his life. It wasn't right to be in love with your best friend's girlfriend. It didn't sit well with him and he was disgusted with himself for giving in to his base desires earlier today. He would have done anything for her; that should have meant squashing his needs entirely.

No.

He was only human. To deny things so far was what caused the trouble in the first place. He mulled this over in his mind, rubbing absently at the stubble on his chin.

What mattered was Elly.

Illogical though his emotions were, he had to admit they were very potent. His stomach felt like it was twisted in knots. His hands were freezing, but he just couldn't seem to shake the flush on his cheeks. He admitted to himself he looked like he had been stung as well. The staff were just doing their jobs in keeping him here until they were certain. It was annoying, though. All Aizawa wanted to do was get out of public and go somewhere he could think better. 

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It had only been two days ago, but it seemed like so much longer. After she was discharged from the hospital Hizashi had called to ask if they could all meet at their place. Aizawa knew things needed to be discussed, yet he wasn't looking forward to it. He pulled his hair carefully back and partially shaved. His best black slacks and shirt completed the ensemble, and he chose a comfortable pair of shoes that matched. He checked everything in the mirror and nodded once. He was ready as he could ever be.

"Hi." Elly smiled weakly at him when she opened the door. He nodded and stepped inside. Hizashi had, for some reason, not tied back his hair and Aizawa found that unnerving. He had rarely seen him like that since he had grown it out. Elly led him in and sat beside Mic, gesturing for Aizawa to sit where he liked.

The dark haired man did not, however. He coughed, then immediately got down to business. "I would like to formally apologize for any distress I caused." He bowed at the waist, keeping his eyes averted from the couple. 

"Please," Elly said quietly, "Just sit. We all need to talk, but you don't need to apologize."

He sat dutifully in a nearby chair, frowning in confusion. "I felt it was necessary."

"Thank you," Hizashi murmured. "But really, Sho, you were only doing what had to be done. And you asked me before, too." He curled an arm around Elly's shoulders. "I saw how she had started to hurt herself. No one is to blame in this room."

Aizawa swallowed nervously. "I should not have declared myself to you."

The blond man cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked away. "If it had been me, I probably would have, too."

Elly sighed. "It was a difficult situation. Things were said and ... w- were done, that we have to deal with."

"Are you really in love with her?"

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck in anxiety. "Yes."

"Hizashi..." She reached out and squeezed his arm. His body had tensed at the other man's admission.  

"I know, I know." He covered his face with a shaky hand. When he finally looked over at his friend again, he saw what it had cost him to make that statement. He had never seen Aizawa in emotional distress before. The bags under his eyes were made more pronounced by the shine of tears caught in them, and his hands on his knees were balled into two tight fists. 

"I will never bring it up again," he promised with a frightening catch in his voice. "I swear to you, I would never have acted on my..." He almost choked on the word, "feelings, but I thought it might comfort you."

"It did."

"Yeah."

Aizawa blinked. "Excuse me?" The other man admitting that confused him. 

"Well, uh. Look, we're all in pretty dangerous lines of work. Shit can happen, you know? And, and..." He trailed off, staring into the distance. 

"Zashi?" Elly poked him gently in the side.

"Oh!" He cleared his throat. "Sorry. Um. If anything happens to me, I know you'll take care of her. Not just out of duty and all that, but more personally. Does that make sense?"

"'Take care of me'?" She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, sorry. I probably could've worded that better."

"The villains wanted to break us up because we worked together so well." Aizawa rubbed at the back of his neck. "I don't want that to happen."

Hizashi exchanged a startled look with his girlfriend. "Of course it won't," he said, a puzzled look in his eyes. "Why would it?"

"You won't find it difficult to work with me?"

"We talked things over a lot," Elly said quietly. "There's nothing we can do about the past. And I'm glad it was you with me, because I'm closer to the two of you than anyone else."

The blond man sighed then. "I've gotta take a leak," he muttered.

She waited until he left, then got up and reached for one of Aizawa's hands. He frowned in puzzlement but let her take it.  "Some things can't be fixed, Shota," she told him sadly. "They can only be carried. In time, you'll find someone else. Or maybe you won't. I don't know what's going to happen, but I still want you as my friend, and he does, too."

"It's fine. I'm fine. Really." He tried to pull his hand away but she held it tighter. 

"I know I shouldn't tell you this, but I do love you. Not exactly in the same way as Zashi, of course, but I do. You're a good man."

He stared dully at her. The only way he could handle any of this was to shut down. It was easier. So he just nodded his head as she released his hand, hoping this night would end. He was certain tomorrow would not be a better day, but it would be another. And like she said, he would carry his love for her until something happened to change that. Maybe he would move on. Right now, however, as he watched her eyes light up when his friend walked back into the room, it hurt. He had gotten many injuries before but as bad as they had been, at least he understood how to treat them. Aizawa wasn't quite sure how to cope with this and he couldn't ask either of his closest friends for further help. It wouldn't be fair to them.