Forced Interactions

Hizashi/Els
*mutual non con
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Present Mic and Cheshire woke in a dimly-lit, small room that had a bed in one corner and a door on one side. A speaker was attached to the wall beside the door and what appeared to be several cameras lined the room.

"Mic?" Elly coughed, unsurprised by the coppery taste of blood in her mouth. They had fought against a very unsettling villain and apparently lost. 

Hizashi's eyes fluttered open. "Ah, goddd," he groaned, rubbing his head. "Fuck, what happened?"

"We got captured. Look, uh, can you get your collar off?"

"I don't wear a -" He paused, then blinked. No, she was right. He was wearing a leather and metal collar around his neck instead of his speaker. His usual neck adornment was sitting at the foot of the bed. "Th' hell?" 

"We both have them."

The speaker snapped on at that point, and they both whirled around to face it. "Good! You can hear me. Don't mess with those. They're to make sure you don't try anything foolish. No quirks, no escaping. Or you'll regret it."

Mic took a deep breath anyway, his teeth bared in anger as he aimed at the door. There was a sigh from the villain and he fell, twitching, as the collar lit up from within. Elly sniffed at the air, detecting the faint scent of ozone and now burnt flesh. She winced.

"Shock collars. How trite."

"Gets the point across, I've found." The evil male voice directed their attention to the cameras. "Present Mic and Cheshire - I've managed to contact your friend and lover, respectively, to request a nice chat. A nice, live chat, as you can see by these cameras I have set up to capture almost every angle in the room. So if you'll excuse my rudeness for a moment..."

She tensed as Aizawa's voice filtered in from somewhere. "No killing," he said firmly. "If there is that option, we will all agree to it."

"Well, then! If you don't want them to fight to the death, the other choice is sex."

She swayed, stunned, and Mic caught her quickly as she fell. His face drained of all color as he stared at her laying in his arms. Elly was breathing irregularly, her ears sideways and her face burning. "W - wait, what's going on?!"

"You won't take any other options? Is there nothing else you want?" Eraserhead tried another tactic.

"Nope," the maniacal voice answered swiftly. "Just death or sex, while you watch."

"I choose life over death."

"Just a moment. Your end of the bargain is to fully watch the act. Until completion. No closing your eyes, no looking away."

"He's gonna <i>what</i>?!"

Aizawa's jaw rippled as he fought the impulse to throw his laptop across the room where he sat, miles away. "You're a disgusting individual."

"Mmmm, maybe? But we never do know our own faults." A light titter followed. "Mic, your good friend has decided."

His green eyes narrowed. "Yeah... it - it's better than death."

"Very good. Now the rules for you both. You must finish inside her, and no quickies!" He chuckled darkly. "We want to put on a show for Eraserhead. I would like to see foreplay, kissing, the usual."

Elly cringed as Mic set her down on the bed. "You're sick," she hissed.

"Yes, yes. Enough of me. Worry about yourself, dear. Both men do care for you, and if either screws up, your collar will shock you. How severe will depend on the infraction."

"You're just making it worse for yourself. Someone will find you and take you in eventually."

"Spare me. Now both of you - strip."

She sighed and turned around, kicking her boots off and stripping her paw pad gloves away. "Mic, there's a zipper under this fur. There - no, up. Yeah."

He unzipped her, biting his lip nervously as the bodysuit fell down. She kicked it off and unfastened her bra, tossing it on the pile. Elly did not hide her nudity nor did she pause at all before wriggling out of her panties. She would try not to be shamed by what she was forced to do, knowing it was what the villain wanted. She laid on the bed and waited, not looking where she knew the camera was focused. The idea that the man she loved was watching hurt terribly because she knew it would cause him pain. The stoic homeroom teacher seemed like he was unemotional but he was the opposite on the inside.

Present Mic set his headphones on the floor next to his now worthless neck speaker. It took him a bit longer to undress as his leather outfit was zippered tight to his lean body, but eventually he was close. He stood in front of her wearing only a white shirt and red boxer briefs.

"Okay," he mumbled under his breath and pulled his shirt off in one fluid stretch. His abdomen was well defined and he had a light trail of gold hair leading down into the boxers. She found herself watching, mesmerized, as he hooked his fingers in them to pull them down. Their eyes met and he blushed furiously in confusion. All he could see was her breasts and she had her eyes trained on the junction between his legs.

Now what?

"Get on the bed," came the firm command.

Mic hesitated, and then yelped as her collar crackled. "That was my fault, you bastard! Don't hurt <i>her</i>!"

"Do what I say."

Aizawa tensed, his hands balling into fists so tight his fingernails bit deeply into the skin as she screamed.

"All right, all right! Just stop it!"

Elly collapsed onto the bed breathing roughly. "S'okay," she kept repeating. "It's... okay."

He crawled on top of her and, afraid to hesitate, kissed her on the lips immediately. It was a slow brush, chaste, but deepened when she pressed back. Hizashi wondered if she was  secretly attracted to him as her arms slipped around his neck. She didn't appear to be faking these; they actually were pretty arousing. They kissed for a very long time until their tormentor decided it was enough.

"Quit stalling, heroes."

Mic moaned with panic and bent quickly, catching a pink nipple in his mouth before there could be retaliation. She gripped the back of his head below the massive blond plume of his hair, rubbing his neck in comfort. He licked the wrinkled nub, then moved up, trailing kisses up her throat back to her lips. His warm, trembling hand stroked her thigh.

"I have to - you know, I want to try and make sure I won't hurt you..."

She breathed deep. "Touch me, then."

He sniffled back tears as he found her warmth. "Sorry," he whined.

"It doesn't hurt."

"Oh." His breathing picked up as his finger slipped inside her easily. She was dripping with fluids, not what he had expected at all. And yet if they could draw this out a little bit more, they might be found. He hummed again, pitched too high for even her to hear. It was his last minute plan, an emergency frequency that others might track and find them. A strangled sound tore out of her as he swirled his fingertip around. It was good, too good, and she was responding despite herself. So she turned her head and bit the heel of her hand hard enough to draw blood.

"Ches! Don't!" Chagrined, he stroked her cheek with his free hand. "Don't you start hurting yourself, too," he pleaded.

"You don't understand, I might - !"

"Yes," the amused drawl of the villain came over the speaker, "I suggest listening to your new lover. Don't try and hold anything in."

"Mic!"

"O - okay." He grimaced as he looked down. "Uh..."

"Now touch him," the voice commanded.

Elly's ears sagged in dejection. Of course he couldn't rape his best friend's girl. He was limp down there from sheer force of will. She reached down and lightly took hold of his flaccid penis, ignoring his sharp gasp. It was obvious he had been using all that was left of his willpower and she broke him with a single touch. Mic groaned loudly as she stroked, his member sliding in her palm and curving up towards his stomach with excitement.

"Ches, god..."

"How does it feel?" Another prompt. "Speak honestly, now. How does Cheshire's hand feel wrapped around your cock, Present Mic?"

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut. "Good," he whispered tersely. "Too good, please..."

"Now."

"Y - yeah."

"Ah, here we go. Hey, heroes, you want to hear what Eraserhead has to say before you fuck for him?"

They glared in impotent rage at the speaker, yet all they got was Aizawa's tired voice as the villain cruelly forced him to respond. "You can do this," was all he said.

Elly's eyes welled up with tears and Hizashi swore violently. His friend was right - he had to do this, no matter how difficult. He aligned himself, guided by his hand, and thrust before he lost his nerve and his erection. She mewed pathetically and he felt like a villain himself, but knew if he stopped now she would suffer. Of course there was different suffering to be inflicted on them as the speaker buzzed into life again.

"Tell your boyfriend how Present Mic feels inside you."

She shook her head. "Please, no!"

"Tell him."

She bit her lip. "Different."

"Not good enough..."

"H - he's bigger, okay? I think? I don't <i>know</i> what else to say!"

Aizawa widened his eyes, knowing closing them would impose a penalty. He desperately wanted to shut out the view. Instead he concentrated on breathing normally: in and out, slow and steady. He choked when he thought that was what his friend was doing as well.

"M'so sorry." Mic whimpered apologies as he moved. Tears fell onto her face as he cried while invading her. "Don't wanna hurt you!"

"You're not," she whispered hoarsely. "It doesn't hurt, I swear it doesn't. "

"I - I don't wanna, but m'still gonna, uh! I'm..."

"I know!"

He leaned forward to try and whisper in her ear, not knowing the equipment was sensitive enough to record it. "I - I think I love you. Please don't hate me for what I'm gonna do."

Blood seeped out from Aizawa's palms as he squeezed harder. His hair was swaying upright, his eyes burning. <i>Damn it, Hizashi. Don't do that. Don't tell her that.</i>

"Mic!" She gulped suddenly, a strange expression coming over her features. "Oh, P - Present Mic! Wait!"

He panted into her mouth. "M'yeah, Ches?"

"Please, no more!"

"What's wrong?"

"You're giving her an orgasm." The villain laughed cruelly. "That's what's wrong, Voice Hero."

"Oh shit! Hold on, hold on... it'll be okay." He held her and rocked gently, pressing their cheeks together and mingling their tears. "Let go. You can't help it."

Aizawa watched with tired, dead eyes as she writhed and twisted under Hizashi's body. He had known this might happen but was not as prepared as he thought. As she screamed in pleasurable agony he visibly winced, his face showing some of the pain he felt for the first time since they began. And then Hizashi came in a frenzied rush, bucking wildly into her and crying her name.

"Let us go." It was the first thing she said after he slid out of her. He bit his lip when he saw the sticky white proof of their act and used the bedding to rub himself violently clean. "You got what you wanted."

"Yes, well... I don't think -" The villain was cut short, the speaker snapping off abruptly. Mic leaped over to the door to try it, but it was bolted shut. 

"Quick, get my speaker ..." It was handed to him in mid-air by the invisible Elly. They were unpoliced right now, as it seemed more heroes had arrived in a rescue and their captor was more interested in saving his own skin. She passed him his gear and then quickly redressed as much as she could while he aimed at the door, blasting it outwards in a scream so fierce she stopped to look over at him. He was still naked except for the neck speaker but his posture was the same, legs spread and arms out as he utilized his quirk. The door blew open, squealing on its metal hinges with a good portion of hallway outside crumbling as well. 

"Thank god," she breathed.

There was excited shouting and he realized he was going to be found with more than his pants down. "Shit!" He dove for the pile of leather, sorting it as fast as he could and had just managed to put them on when help arrived.

Her eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend rush headlong into the room, hair afloat and eyes blazing. His capture thread was writhing in the air like a nest of angry snakes, in tune with his emotions. He spotted Mic first, then glanced over at the bed where she sat trembling. Seeing him froze her completely, and she could do nothing until he was at her side, arms around her.

She clung to him, shrieking in her grief. "He came inside me, Sho, I didn't want it I wanted only you to ever do that and what if my birth control slipped up and..!"

"Chiyo! It's safe now, quick!" Aizawa snapped. 

Healing Girl had come with them. She quickly injected the babbling woman with a needle containing a relaxant. Elly continued to wail but in a short while the cries diminished. She still clutched him tightly, mewling like a kitten if he made as if to let go. He sat on the edge of the bed with her in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Shota." Hizashi was fully dressed again. He looked terrible, pale and dejected. "I tried to stall longer. I really did. He wouldn't let us."

"I know."

"I'm - I'm uh, clean. You know. No diseases. Nothing to worry about."

"Yes." He reached out and gripped the other man's hand. "She's on birth control."

"Good." He gasped as his hand came into contact with the still-wet blood on his friend's palm. "What the - did you do that to yourself?"

"It's nothing."

"Yeah... I guess so, huh?"

"It's really nothing." He slowly placed the hand on her back again, stroking gently.

Elly flickered in and out of sight disturbingly. "Everything is nothing," she whispered.