Venomous Intent

Shota/Els
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Aizawa swore, rubbing at the back of his neck a little harder than usual. Felt like something had scratched him. Well, sometimes things got in his sleeping bag. It wasn't anything new. Once he'd even found a snake. Luckily it had been the non venomous kind, although he doubted the tiny thing would have bothered to bite him anyway. It had just wanted to warm itself up. At least it was time for lunch and he could grab an energy drink and another nap.

Halfway to the teacher's lounge he started to feel a little woozy. He placed his hand on a nearby wall, steadying himself for a moment. He stood there, breathing hard and hunched over with the wrapping about his neck piled up hiding his flushed features. The halls were currently empty, but his hand had come down heavy near their student counselor's door and the noise startled her. Purple eyes peered out a crack as she opened it slowly.

"If it's you again, Bakugo, I swear I'm going to have to - oh!" Elly's ears snapped upright at the sight of Aizawa slumped against the wall. "Eraser? You okay?"

"No," he wheezed violently. "Something is wrong." The scar under his eye seemed to stand out more as his skin grew paler. He rubbed at it harshly, trying to fight the surge of strange feelings within him.

"Get inside! You have to sit." She grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her.

With that single touch, Aizawa's body began to burn. He looked down at the concerned cat woman, taking in her hero costume with the paw pads and fur lining the modest dip in cleavage in the front. "I know what I have to have," he said slowly.

"I can wheel you in the chair to the nurse, but you're just too heavy for me to carry... wh - what was that?" She paused in the act of leading him inside.

He grasped her forearms, gray eyes hot as he stared into hers. "Come here."

"What! Aizawa!" She yelped his name as he bent to press his mouth onto hers, tearing away from the intended kiss.

"Yes?"

"What's gotten into you? Let me go." She tugged, but he held on tighter. "Hey!"

"There's no one around right now, you know." Aizawa's eyes glowed a burning red as his hair swayed upright in that odd, invisible wind that happened when he used his quirk. He loosened the scarves about his neck and they took the place of his hands, wrapping around her. The rest swayed around him as if alive, tracking her movements. She would have been aroused if things didn't seem so wrong. Normally the sight of Aizawa with his full on quirk activated made her heart beat in a very different way.

"You don't scare me, you know." Elly flicked her ears once, disdainfully. "So I can't be invisible. I can still hold you off, or even scream for help."

"Everyone's at lunch. Scream away." He walked slowly forward, backing her into a corner of her office. There simply wasn't enough room for her to try anything.

"Stop!" She hissed, frantically struggling against the wrappings. It was no use and she already knew that; she understood a little of their design. She was stuck.

Aizawa pressed his face into the curve of her neck and breathed deeply. "Fuck," he husked roughly. "You smell good."

"Listen to me," Elly spoke clearly, though she was starting to feel frightened. "You're not yourself. What happened?" No answer, but her tail was grasped and stroked. Tears started to well up in her eyes as she bared her teeth, the fanged canines glinting in the dim light. One of her most sensitive areas, her tail was a symbol of her proud nature. The dark chuckle he let out showed he knew and had done it on purpose. She was determined not to let the audacity of this man break her down, however. Though her knees were weak, she snapped ineffectually at the air nearest him in protest.

"You wouldn't bite me, would you?" His usual deadpan voice had a low, sensual hum to it. He licked his lips, an idea suddenly coming to him. "What if ..." His hand carefully pulled her hair away from her pale neck. "... I bit you?"

Her ears laid all the way back in terror. She could smell his scent now, a heady whiff of pheromones that humans usually only produced only in small amounts. She knew what he wanted. Not just to humiliate her, as she had originally thought.

"No." She swallowed hard past the constriction in her throat. "Eraser, you don't want to do that."

"Hnf." He ignored her and traced a hot, wet tongue on the throbbing pulse on her neck.

"You're a Pro Hero," she insisted, trying to appeal to the kind nature of the man she knew was inside somewhere. "You rescue people from situations like this!"

"Shut up," he breathed. "I want to know what you taste like." His teeth closed on her skin, mouth sucking hard. He definitely wanted to leave a mark for everyone to see. One more sign he wasn't thinking rationally, but then again, Elly wasn't anymore, either.

"The door's unlocked! Don't..!" She yelped, throwing all her weight in an effort to get away, even for a second. His arms locked around her as well as the scarves, and she sank into them, defeated. Aizawa pushed her down, one knee thrusting between her thighs to part them. Her suit was unzipped just enough for him to slide her underwear out of the way. She struggled anew when he fumbled with his pants, thinking she might at least put him out of commission for the act he was planning, but he held her too tight.

"I need this, Ches. I need you."

"Eraserhead!"

"Can't wait..."

"If you won't listen to anything else, please - you're not wearing any protection."

"Don't care."

That was it. His logical personality had broken down. Elly knew that he wasn't in his right mind, and she clung to that thought as he reared backwards. This wasn't him. It couldn't be.

"Just don't make it hurt," she whispered tiredly, giving up at last. She had dreamed of this - hell, even a fantasy rape scenario at one point -- but it wasn't right when it was real. She wanted him to love her, not just lust after her.

He snorted disdainfully. Why would he hurt her? No, this was going to be wonderful, something he had craved for months. He thrust forward eagerly, crying out at the delicious, tight heat he buried himself into. Unfortunately in his heightened state of arousal he was much more brutal than he wanted to be. He pounded into her wildly, almost as if he wanted to mark her inside as well as out. She was lucky in one regard, however, and that was he was quick. Groaning, straining, he didn't fight the urge to orgasm as he might to please a lover but yearned towards it greedily. His release was fierce, strangely not as good as it should have been. He dropped his head, panting, slowly coming back to his senses.

When he opened his eyes he saw a sight he would never forget. The cat woman was injured, half nude and obviously in pain. Her eyes streamed tears down red, blotchy cheeks and her mouth was open as she gasped for air.

"Shota, please," she wept. "You're hurting me."

He blinked, looking down with a confused expression on his face. "What?"

"My neck..."

As if waking up from a nightmare, he saw not only was she underneath him, but his hands were wrapped around her throat. He gasped and jerked his hands away when he felt her flesh held so tightly in his grasp. But there was more, and he choked in horror when he felt the wetness at his loins. Her ravaged costume torn open from the waist to the bottom confirmed his suspicions, and he pushed himself backwards so violently that he fell. Unfortunately this meant she also did, crumpling downwards as his hold on her had been the only thing keeping her upright.

He quickly reached for her but she flinched away, choosing to hit the ground rather than him touch her. "Shit!"

"Don't touch me." She tried to get on her feet but her legs hurt too badly. They gave way and she would have fallen once more if he hadn't caught her this time. "No use," she said softly. Aizawa lifted her in his arms, facing him. Her tired, dead eyes met his.

He brought her to his apartment on campus. He managed to leap and swing from columns and trees, using his scarves and keeping to the shadows so that no one noticed them.

He had a class later, but all he could think about right now was the wounded woman in his arms. She was limp, uncaring, letting him do whatever he pleased and it broke his heart to see her like that. It scared him that his heart felt broken, too. He had not known such remorse. If a tragic event occurred he had never been involved on the wrong end of things. He had always been the hero, until now. Aizawa brought her into the bathroom and set her on the floor as he readied the bathtub. Once it was full of lukewarm water he removed her torn bodysuit, once again without any protest, and lowered her in.

He concentrated on being as gentle as possible as he washed her body, more so on the multiple bruises and thin cuts she had picked up during their fight. The one on her neck was treated first, as it was the most serious. He cleaned it, disinfected and wrapped it in clean strips of bandage. The water in the tub turned pinker and finally an angry brick color as he tended her wounds.

He said nothing the entire time. His face was more drawn than usual, with large, dark circles under his bloodshot eyes. Every time she moved he held his hand out as if he wanted to offer comfort but then dropped it because knew it would be useless. She actually felt sorry for him. The soothing pain medicine and ointments, bandaging and bath made her feel so grateful she could have kissed him. She knew her mind was trying to cope, because as .much as she had feelings for him the man had brutally attacked her only half an hour ago. Elly sighed weakly, aware that there was a psychological term for what she was feeling and too tired to remember. He wrapped a soft towel around her and carried her into the bedroom.

"Uh."

"Have to find new clothes for you." He set her down on the edge of the bed and rummaged in his closet. "These are the smallest I own. Might fit." He tossed her a shirt and soft sweatpants - both black, of course.

Elly caught them automatically, hand snatching them in the air. "Thanks."

He then sighed and turned his back. She frowned as she put the clothing on. Not just because it was baggy as anything on her, but at this attempt to give her a privacy that had already been taken from her. He had seen her naked longer than most men by now. Why turn around?

"Okay."

He rolled his shoulders back before he faced her again. "I can't excuse my behavior," he told her. She heard with alarm that his voice was shaking. Never had she heard Aizawa lose his calm demeanor before. It scared her almost as much as when he had attacked her. "I'm sorry." He sank to his knees and pressed his face into the floor in apology.

"You sound like you mean it," she said flatly.

"I hurt you." His gray eyes were filled with horror when he lifted his head. "I could end up hurting everyone I love. I'm not safe!"

"Shota?" She asked, blinking rapidly. "Did you just say you're in love with me?"

"No." He shook his head, his dark hair swinging about him.

"Your statement inferred it."

"It would be completely illogical to be in love with someone who doesn't have feelings for you." She saw with amazement that a tear was sliding down his worn cheek.

"Logic," she snorted. "Love has nothing to do with logic. And that scares the crap out of you." Her eyes widened. "It scares you. Hurting someone you love, being hurt by someone you love... what if this really wasn't your fault?"

"What?"

"What if we got attacked by a villain when they were trying to break into the school? What if their quirk was mind altering?"

"That would mean this isn't real. I can smell and feel, Ches. So can you."

"But mind control affects the brain. Our brains control pain... and pleasure. Among other things." She reached out and grabbed the front of his shirt. "We could break out of this."

Aizawa squinted at her, slowly removing her hands from him. "You're tired. You're grasping at straws to make sense of everything."

"Why did you bring me here, of all places? Why not the hospital?"

"Maybe it's because I wasn't thinking rationally," he sighed as she scooted closer to him again. "Look, even if I agreed with you, how would you propose to free ourselves?"

"Do something you think wouldn't happen. Hear or see something you can't imagine would ever be. Your mind would reject it, and realize you're 'asleep', in a way."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Elly wrapped her arms around him and kissed him on the lips. At first, he thought he was daydreaming to escape the mental anguish of what had happened, but when she nuzzled closer and stroked his hair he blinked. "Yes it will," she told him. "If something was controlling you hurting me, it wasn't you loving me. I - I liked that Shota and want to see him again."

"You don't want to be with a man that raped you." He shook his head. "Even if you did, I'm not worth it. Get some rest." He left the room to sit in a heap on the living room couch.

Aizawa rubbed at his eyes with both hands. No, he hadn't taken her to the hospital. Perhaps he should have. But he could still do the right thing. He left, calling an emergency meeting at the school with the request they gather with the intent of taking someone into custody. Those that he called arrived quickly, worried about what could have possibly happened. He waited until the principal and his colleagues were seated before speaking.

"I physically assaulted Cheshire. I don't know why, but I brought her to my place and treated her wounds before coming back."

"Cheshire?" Midnight frowned with concern. She had seen the looks he gave the cat woman during the day and thought he might have not told the entire truth. "Aizawa, what happened?"

"I don't know," he sighed bitterly. One hand came up to scrub tiredly at his cheek. "I'm pretty sure I raped her. I would feel more comfortable if you cuffed me before anything strange happens again."

Present Mic dropped into his seat, eyes huge and one hand pressed to his mouth. No way. Not his best friend - he knew this man, knew he was good and decent. Also, he was pretty sure Aizawa was in love with the woman. No, he couldn't have done something like that. "Hey, Shota, come on, this isn't funny."

"No," he answered wearily, his eyes looking deader than usual. "It's not."

They argued and fussed over and over again, bringing up ideas of how and why these things happened. After he had insisted on being detained Snipe had wordlessly snapped handcuffs on him, so he was less worried about hurting anyone. He sighed as Midnight dashed out the door, calling out that she was going to check on Elly. Mic stood steadfast at his side, firmly declaring his friend was innocent.

Aizawa did nothing.

He simply sat and waited.

Healing Girl checked him over carefully, looking in his eyes, mouth and testing his reflexes. At one point she blew out a great gust of air. Everyone waited to hear what she had to say, some more patiently than others.

Mic spoke first, breaking the dreadful silence. "So? Anything weird?"

"Young man," she told the depressed slump on the chair, "I don't believe this is entirely your fault."

"What?" Aizawa frowned. "How?"

"Here." She turned his head for all to see, moving his messy hair out of the way. There was a very small puncture, almost like a bug bite, on his neck near his hairline. "Some kind of injection mark. Could have been anything, a dart, pin, needle itself. Don't know."

"I felt something prick me earlier, in my sleeping bag," he admitted slowly.

"What I do know is there's some kind of strange drug in your system. It's nothing like the one Cheshire uses, or any I'm familiar with. But we can run some tests and find out."

Elly woke stiff and sore several hours later. She was highly disappointed to see she hadn't woken from a bad dream in her own bed. No, the scent everywhere was Aizawa's, which meant she was in his apartment. Everything terrible she remembered had truly happened. She groaned and stretched carefully, testing her legs before setting her feet on the floor. As she tested her strength to see if her wobbly legs would hold her there was a banging on the door.

What now?

Midnight ran as fast as she could to the teacher's complex. She swore when she reached Aizawa's apartment, realizing she had forgot to ask for a key. He had said Cheshire was inside, though. She rapped on the door and gasped when it opened to reveal the battered and worn Elly.

"Oh my god. You need to get to the hospital. "

"No."

"You're beat up." She pushed past her into the spartan apartment. "I heard what he did," she added in an undertone. "You may be hurt inside, too."

"He wasn't that rough." She limped to the kitchen and filled a glass on the counter with water. "Not like that, anyway."

"Honey, if he really did all that, you can't mean it. Even if he was under some kind of influence, it looks like he hurt you pretty bad."

"I'm in love with him," she explained simply. "Was from before all this. Besides, you know he would never hurt an innocent, and, Nemuri - he cried."

Midnight slapped the side of her own face. "Ahh... shit. Okay. I've seen you two giving each other dopey looks when you thought the other wasn't watching."

"I want to see him."

"You're kidding me," she groaned.

"I need to see him, Midnight. He's hurting worse than me, I know it."

"I don't think they'll let you see him right away."

Midnight was right.

Back at the school the other teachers had left to go back to their classes. Life went on while Nemuri escorted Elly into the nurse's office. Healing Girl looked her over, used her quirk to heal some of the worst wounds and gave her a lollipop. She had a few words with the counselor while she was there, as well. Elly left looking much better physically. She had a tight, worried frown on her features, however, and kept insisting to see Aizawa. She didn't give up until later that day when they finally allowed her into the safe room they had been holding him in. The testing had been completed and Healing Girl was now certain the toxin was out of his body.

Aizawa was still in the same position. He sat, slumped half over in a depressed stupor. His gray eyes were flat and saw nothing.

"They said you can go now," she told him quietly.

He jumped, spinning about and flattening his back to the nearest wall. "Don't come near me."

"You're safe. It's not in your system now, Aizawa."

He shook his head. "Why did you come here?"

"I don't like seeing you hurt." She walked over to him and touched the stubble on his cheek.

He flinched. "I do not deserve pity."

"This isn't pity." Elly deliberately slipped her arms around him, hugging him. She rested her head on his upper chest which was free of the thread and goggles. Those had been removed while he was detained. "I love you, Shota Aizawa."

"Ches, no, I don't ... I can't." He twisted in her grip, trying to break free as gently as possible. "I did wrong by you."

"I don't care! It wasn't your fault!"

Aizawa refused to look her in the eye. "I still did it. I don't deserve your love."

"Too bad, Shota." She firmly took his head in her hands and held it steady. "You had it before and you have it now. You want to beat yourself up over what happened? You could have hurt me worse. Healing Girl said the drug was intended for you to murder someone."

"Th - that's what it? That's..." He couldn't help it, he grabbed her around the waist and held her tight. No. The thought of her being gone and it his fault was something much worse than what had happened.

"You fought out of that. I don't want to sound disgustingly romantic, but although you did hurt me, you used your love to break away from the suggestion of what the villains really wanted you to do. Personally, I think you just lost control and well - you're stronger than I am. I don't believe even for an instant you ever intended to injure me."

Aizawa pressed his forehead to hers. "I never once thought it. I didn't know."

"It's... well, not okay, but it can be. Healing Girl gave me a complete once over. Despite a few bruises that will take awhile there's nothing wrong with me."

"Good." Elly felt warmth trickling down and knew he was crying. She threaded her fingers through his wealth of dark hair in a comforting manner. "At least there's that," he husked brokenly.

"And you, Shota. I want you to sleep with me tonight."

"Ah..." His eyes were wild, blurry and filled with the tears spilling down his face. "Cheshire, please. Elly." He looked blindly down at her. "I want to. I really do. Can we start a relationship on what happened?"

"No. We start one based on how we feel."

"Then..." He took a deep breath. "I'll make a pot of coffee, stay up all night and make it up to you in every way that I can." He kissed her forehead, then her eyelids, moving lower as he spoke. "You will be loved. I will make you hot," he whispered into her mouth, "and wet, and feel so good that you scream very differently than before." She whimpered and he deepened his kisses, desperate to show her his true passion. "And then," he panted as they parted to breathe, "I will keep you warm in my arms until you want me again."

"Yes!"

"Then let's go." He picked her up and carried her out the door. Most of the students were in their dorms by now but as they passed through the halls they did see a few. These would stand, frozen in place, eyes locked on the unimaginable sight before them.

Elly was purring, her eyes closed as she nestled in his arms. She still wore his clothing, so her body seemed to blend into his, black on black. He had thrown his thread loosely around himself again and was once more fully dressed in his hero garb. What the teenagers noticed, and what stopped them in their tracks was his expression.

Aizawa was smiling. It was a somewhat uncertain curl of the lips, a little uneasy, but there his eyes were so soft it was unmistakable how he felt about the woman he was holding so gently.