Pushing the Limits

"Oh baby, oh god, that's it... don't stop!" Hizashi's golden hair was splayed to one side of the pillow his head rested on, a thick ponytail that shone in the dim light. He was biting his lip hard between panting and moaning praise for his lover, who was currently sliding the sensitive skin of his penis in one cupped hand. Her mouth was latched onto a perky male nipple and her free hand pinched his other. It was sensory overload, and he was enjoying every second of it.

She left off her licking for a moment to gasp for air, smiling. "You're way too sexy when you beg, Zashi."

"Nnnn! Why'd you stop? I was so close!"

"Told you. You're too sexy."

He whined softly, his green eyes filled with tears from all the attention she had been lavishing on him. "Y'gonna make me get too loud."

"You can handle more than you think," she purred, crawling up to kiss him lightly on the mouth. "You know that."

He quickly grasped her neck to hold her close, eagerly deepening the kiss. His tongue lapped at hers while he hummed with desire. "Mmfft... ah, shit. Yer too good, though. You know all the places that make me go crazy."

Elly's lips curved in a wicked smile. "Crazy, you say?"

He squeaked, scrambling backwards comically, his bare feet rumpling the bedsheets. "Oh, no no no no n - !"

"Yes," she giggled, reaching for his thighs. "Stay still!"

"Yeeeek!" He burst into fits of laughter as she tickled him, his heavily erect member bobbing wildly in the air. "Aw, babe you know that turns me on! M'gonna come if you keep th - that up!"

"I know. I just love hearing you squeal."

He growled under his breath, his green eyes flashing mischievously at her. "M'gonna get ya."

It was her turn to yelp as he turned the tables on her, rolling her under him and biting her neck.

"Hih - zashi!"

"Mmm, how about that, huh? You wanna see how loud I can make you scream, baby?"

"No fair," she wheezed, smiling. "You'll give me the look."

He chuckled wickedly. "Maybe. It makes you hot for me, doesn't it, babe?"

"Yessss." She started to squirm under his warm body in anticipation. "Zashi, you're so sexy."

"Flatter me, will ya?" He kissed her softly full on the mouth. "But I like it. You get so fuckin' turned on by me." He sounded amazed.

"You're gorgeous, sweetie," she murmured. "Your eyes, they mesmerize me."

"Aw, hell. Now you've done it. Let's get some music on an' I'll make you faint."

She quivered happily. "Your phone's over here."

"Y'want what, tonight? Slow, sexy jazz?"

"Mmn, something like that. You pick."

He turned on their ambient sound system, tuned to a fine selection of syrupy slow jazz. Elly sighed when he lowered himself onto her again, his mouth covering hers in a sumptuous kiss.

"Hmm... yeah, baby." Hizashi grinned when he saw her panting in anticipation. "I'm not gonna hit you with it right away," he chided softly. "That's no fun."

"Mmn. So what will you do?"

He wiggled his upper lip, his mustache points twitching. "How about some kisses?"

She was rather amenable to the suggestion.

He sighed and kissed her twitching flesh, sliding his tongue along the petaled folds and smiling when he heard her moan. He was good at this, and loved it as much as she did. Elly was shaking by now, clutching the bedsheets in both hands because she knew what came next. Hizashi dabbed gently at the lump his careful ministrations had uncovered with the tip of his tongue as he thought how to proceed.

When she whimpered his name and dug her toes into the sheets he had his plan of action. Careful not to touch her throbbing clitorus too much lest he end their play too soon, he dipped lower, adding a single finger to part and enter her body. From her wail he could tell it wasn't quite enough and he backed up to kiss her thigh.

"What's wrong, princess?" He teased in a low voice. "Hmm? Look at me, baby."

She lifted her head and threw her shoulders back immediately, her face tightening in a paroxysm of pleasure. "Oh god, yes. Hizashi."

His lip twitched in an evil little smile, his one eye squinted as he stared down at her. "You want my hum, baby, or you want me inside you?"

"Hnnng!" She writhed as he slowly thrust his finger. "I want mo-ore, Zashi, please, inside me..."

"You got it, princess." He whipped his finger out and hopped up to her level, angling himself and starting to pant. "Ah, shit, this is gonna be good."

"Mmn."

Before he could begin, however, he remembered something. "Whoops! Be right back." He danced madly into the bathroom and she could hear the water running.

"Sweetie?"

The bed creaked as he knelt on it again. "Washed an' brushed. I want kisses, too, babygirl. That's just as important."

She purred and he nuzzled her cutely with his nose before dropping a soft kiss on her lips. "Huh? What's so funny?"

Elly giggled. "Your mustache is wet."

"Ugh." He glanced sideways at her and she laughed harder. "Oh, yeah? All that, and my spell is broken by a damp mustache. Sheesh."

"Oh, no, it wasn't! It just went in a different direction. You're so damned adorable my heart hurts." She kissed him again, her hands caressing the back of his neck and toying with the back of his ponytail.

"You want my hair down?"

"Would you? I would very much like to be made love to by Prince Zashi."

"Aww, shit." He blushed. "Everything we do and you still make me shy when you say stuff like that."

"Your hair's so long, though. And so shiny and -" She was cut off by a sniffling whimper as he pressed his mouth to hers.

"Baby, please don't keep going. It's - I'm gonna cry, okay? You're too wonderful." He reached behind and pulled his hair free, shaking it out and combing with one hand. "Every time you flatter me, my heart damn near breaks."

"But your hair... your face." Her eyes were starry as she watched the golden locks fall down to frame his blushing, earnest features. "Oh, Hizashi."

"Baby, this won't take long," he whispered, his own eyes glazing over, "but I think it's gonna be memorable."

A Sweet Surprise

Hizashi was finding it harder as he got older to drag himself out of bed in the morning after those late-night gigs. He probably shouldn't work on school nights, but this last had paid really well. He was saving up for something that was going to cost a lot and every extra bit helped. Standing in line at the bakery before work, he was barely able to stifle his yawns as he chose what he wanted.

He ordered two coffees and a pair of croissants, one loaded with sugar glaze for him and the other plain for his girl. He paid and was about to leave when he stopped short. His boot had almost bounced off a curious young child.

The kid was looking up at him in awed amazement. He was half white rabbit, his head and a tail, along with large bunny feet. He wore a pair of Present Mic sunglasses tipped back on his head and had a liscensed t-shirt on as well. Hizashi couldn't stifle the huge smile that spread across his tired face. This was another reason the long hours were worth it. 

"Ooohhhhhh!" He sat heavily down right in the middle of the bakery, his nose twitching and his mouth open in shock. 

"Hey, little listener. What's up? Where's your family?" He glanced around and saw a man about his age staring around frantically in the back, whete the restrooms were. He flagged him down, pointed, and smiled.

"You're  - you're ..!"

Hizashi was in costume, his hair waxed into the giant plume and his leather outfit squeaking as he moved around. He drew his very best Present Mic aura around him and beamed at the kid, popping him a quick finger gun. "Present Mic! Th' one and only. Ya got me. Hey, how's about we move over here so we're not jammin' up the line?"

They moved over towards the seating area while the other man caught up to them.

The rabbit-headed boy hopped up and down with excitement. "I want to be just like you when I grow up!"

"You want a tip on how to be a great DJ, eh?"

"Yeaaahhhh!"

Mic chuckled at the imitation of his quirk. Thank goodness it wasn't nearly as loud as he was, though. 

"Ryu, geez!" The man finally caught up, breathing hard. "Don't take off on daddy like that. I can't keep up!"

"Quick as a bunny, eh?"

"Tell me about it." He smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry, it's just that you're his favorite hero," the father said. He ruffled the boy's hair. "He saw you and - wham! Took off. We have <i>all</i> your stuff at home."

Ryu tugged at his dad's sleeve. "And Cheshire! You guys're like my dads now!"

The man laughed softly, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "Ahh... he heard you two were together."

"Aww, that's gonna make her day when I tell her, little man. We're not married just yet, though." Mic shrugged good-naturedly.

"Ohhh." He scuffed his sneakers on the floor. "But you will, right?"

Mic's grin seemed likely to split as he tried not to laugh. He hunched down and cupped his hand to the long, furry ear bobbing in front of him. "Just between you an' me, I'm probably gonna ask her <i>real</i> soon."

The boy's eyes grew giant and he squealed happily, so thrilled to share a secret with his hero. 

"Anyway, you ready for that tip?"

A flurry of nods. "Yes yes yes!"

"Always play your favorite music. That's it." He pulled his shades down and winked at him. "It's easy as that. If you love what yer doin', everyone else will, too."

He signed the little boy's t-shirt by request of the father ("if we get home and he sees he forgot to ask for your autograph he'll go rabid" were his exact words). And as he left to rush back to campus he couldn't wait to show Elly the photo they had taken together.

It was absolutely adorable. She would probably give him a huge kiss because of it.

Counseling: marriage

Hizashi and Elly were sitting on their couch discussing marriage venues and related things like caterers. Her head rested on his leg as she lay the full length of the couch. He was reading up about marriages and honeymoon ideas on his phone.

Elly shifted on his lap. "I don't know, sweetie. Marriage ceremonies are so overrated and overdone. They're expensive."

He bent to kiss her forehead, still flipping through an article. "Yeah, but, it's a special day. An' I want to give you one that makes you feel like a princess, princess."

She giggled, then snorted. "Maybe I'm just biased. We had this marriage thing my high school did, and it was another really bad moment for me."

"I'm starting to think it's a wonder you made it here with all the shit that happened to you in the past." He sighed. "You've neural divergent anyway, and then all this piled on top of it? People - especially teens -- suicide over far less. Especially today."

"I was ... am? Stubborn?" She flicked her ears. "I don't know. I just thought if I did that, 'they' would win. And I was <i>still</i> optimistic! I always thought things would get better for me. They did..."

He grinned. "Yep."

"But it took forever, from my point of view!" She smiled back and kissed him. "I'm thirty something, after all."

"Anyway, this was Health Class. They always had this senior end of the year thing to 'celebrate' where they threw a big party. Two kids from class got 'married' because that was the way sex education ended."

Hizashi chuckled. "Yeah, 'cause they're gonna marry everybody they have sex with. Great logic."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, right? Sex equals marriage is so ... bleargh. Old school, if you'll pardon the pun. Anyway, it was a big deal, kids looked forward to it from like, freshman year.

I don’t remember too much, just that I must have been absent for some of this but on the last day of choosing “jobs” there were only two left - bride and decorator."

He carefully set his phone aside, his face turning grim. He knew where this was headed from all of her stories she had ever told him about her childhood. 

Elly continued, staring ahead as she recalled the events that took place that day.

"I instantly picked the one people thought I should pick, the decorator. But then I thought, '<i>Hey - these kids are almost grown up now, right? Maybe this can be my After School Special story, a time where the girls rally around me, help me look pretty, teach me beauty tips and we all learn I’m not a horrible goat monster. That I’m a real person and I am beautiful!</i>'"

"You are," Hizashi murmured. "Beautiful, I mean. A real person with feelings."

"Yeah. I'm not sure any of them ever cared. See, I changed my mind. The girl that chose bride was taken aback but nice enough to say okay. Then one of the boys had to be the groom... and no one would do it.

"They all sat there with disgusted or ashamed looks on their faces. Someone suggested at one point a certain guy do it of my acquaintance, seeing as we had been seen together a lot lately." She shifted uncomfortably. "He had treated me so much better in private, like how I imagined I should be treated. I was attracted to him, so he used me. He had just been baiting the me for a quick fuck - and probably as a gag, 'look, I slept with the ugly chick' kinda thing -- and didn't care."

His grip tightened on the couch armrest, but he said nothing and let her continue.

"This ass fancied himself as an 'actor', so he stood up and claimed he’d 'rather die' in some dramatic little speech he made other than do it.

I got up, took my things from my desk and looked around once at everyone before leaving forever. I never went back to that class. I didn’t go to the 'final' and I didn’t participate at all."

"That makes me want a huge ceremony even more, babe," he said quietly. 

Elly shook her head. "Yeah, but don't you see? I don't need it. I have you, and that's better than anything else." She threw her arms around him.

"Aww, damn."

Counseling: bus rides

Elly woke early one morning in alarm, pressing her face into the pillow as she shook violently. She clutched the sheets, twisting them and choking her tears back.

"Z - Zashi?"

Hizashi yawned hugely as he walked back in from the bathroom, trying to keep his noise level down. He was thinking how nice it was going to be to sleep in for once and scratching his chest sleepily. It was only after he got back into bed and felt her shaking that he realized something was wrong. 

"Babe? You okay?" He reached over and pulled her to him. 

"Flashback," she apologized shortly.

"Uh oh. Tell me an' I'll brace myself, here."

"When I was a little girl, first going to school, the kids on the bus picked me out immediately since I was different. I was a straight, white little girl, from a lower end, middle-class family. That wasn’t <i>quite</i> the problem. The problem, I think, was that I didn’t understand how to act around other kids. My mother never let me play with kids, so I didn't understand them. I tried, but it was obvious that I was different."

"Your upbringing molded you that way," he agreed.

"So they called me names. That wasn’t too bad, since everyone did that to me. I mean, my family did. I thought it was just my lot in life." She shrugged, and he stared at her sadly. No one should have to think that as a child.

She paused, knowing this next would upset him. "But then they started throwing weed briars at me. The kind that get stuck in your skin or hair and hurt. And after that, they - they started throwing stones."

"Oh, no, baby!" His eyes had gone giant, his face draining of all color. "No. Oh, no. What?"

"Yep. I got stoned by the bigger kids like it was the middle ages. Rocks thrown at me."

Hizashi quite nearly lost his mind. He grabbed her tighter, pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. He kissed her cheeks, her forehead, everywhere he could reach as if to confirm that she was here and okay. His body was shaking. 

"Babe, if we have a kid some day, and anything bad like that happened, I'd fucking lose my mind!"

"So would I. I - I don't know what I would do."

"But - but, and wasn't there a bus driver? Yeah, what the hell?!"

She snorted disdainfully. "The bus driver never said a word to try to help me. Adults never protected or helped me. My mother, after asking what I did to 'make' the kids do that to me, finally called the school. She had to do this a number of times, because it never worked.

"Finally the system decided they would give me an assigned seat, as no one would sit with me, and make me the last pick up and first drop off at school. All this did was shorten the time I spent being bullied. The kids ramped up the verbal abuse because they knew they had less time to do it in. 

"Add those bus rides to going to school where I was equally abused is the reason I can't eat breakfast sometimes. I've kind of gotten over it, but I still have to force myself to eat in the morning because it makes me ill."

"Knowing that was going to happen to you every day, I mean, could you eat? I couldn't.  Oh, shit babe." His voice cracked. "Shitfuck. I - I can't  -- okay, this one fucked my mind. I'm gonna take you out somewhere special today."

She sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You know you don't have to. This," she vaguely indicated how he was holding her, "is really all I want."

"My princess," he choked.

Baby Maybe

Hizashi whined, nuzzling at her neck eagerly as she put away their breakfast dishes in the cupboard. "C'mon, princess, let's do it. We're well off, money wise, an' we've been married for more than a year."

"Mnn, Zashi, it's such a big decision." Elly leaned backwards as he reached around to rub her belly.

"Honey, I want to give you everything."

"You know I love you so much it hurts, sweetie. I want it, too, but..."

"Then let's do it." He walked around to her front, took her hands in his, and stared imploringly into her eyes. "I wanna put a baby in you."

"Oh, Hizashi." She melted into his arms and he held her and kissed her lingeringly.

"When was your last pill?"

"I didn't take it yet, today," she sighed in a dreamy voice.

"Good." He hugged her, laughing in delight. "You quit those, an' we'll look up how long before you're back on track, there." He poked her belly again and she giggled.

"All right."

"But, ah... hey, can we have a bit of practice right now? I kinda got excited."

"Oh yeah? How excited?" She thrust a hand down his pants and boldly grabbed his raging erection.

"Hmmmm! Ah, fuck! Warn a guy!" He grabbed at her rear and groaned loudly.

"No way. You're cuter when you're surprised." She squeezed once and he yelped.

"Oh man, now you're gonna get it."

"Promises, promises." She removed her hand from his pants to toy with the beaded bracelet he wore.

He pulled her close, bumping agressively against her. "I'm'a make good on those. You want to move to the bed?"

"Well, I'm not going to screw on the kitchen counter," she drawled comically.

His eyes lit up and she shook her head quickly, eyes bulging as she realized jer mistake. "Oh, no, Hizashi <i>don't</i>!"

He grabbed her and picked her up, placing her on the low counter beside the coffee pot. "Heh heh."

"Hizashi Yamada, I'll have to clean this whole th -"

He cut her off with a kiss, frantically pulling off his pants as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. "I'll do it. Just lemme do <i>you</i> here."

"Waugh! Sweetie, wait!"

"Nuh uh. Nope. Panties off."

"Zashi! Ohmigod, not so f - fast, aah!"

He had stripped them both of their lower garments in record time and now picked her legs up to place on his shoulders. The counter was low, so she was aligned perfectly this way. "Yes, Zashi," he grinned. "Hold on, lover, I'm gonna see how much I can piss off our neighbor."

"Hizashi! He'll kill you!" She burst out laughing.

"Pfft, how many times has he threatened an' still we're buddies, huh? Now pay attention to me..."

"Oh!"

"Yeahhhh." He sank into her with a blissful sigh. "M'gonna move."

Every rapid thrust slammed her into the wall, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to cause a repetitive thumping back beat to their cries.

"I take it back, ohhh, this is so good."

"Unnghh, shit, yeah. We shoulda fucked here months ago. I'm so deep inside you, it's <i>amazing</i>." He pounded relentlessly into her body, moaning thickly. His necklaces bounced on his chest and his shirt tails tickled him above and below as he moved.

She tightened her legs around him and gasped loudly, her tail flopping down and slapping on the cabinets below. "Z - Zashi! <i>Yes!</i>"

He choked, throwing his head back and howling wordlessly in abandon. There was complete joy in the sound. They stayed where they were for only a minute or so before she yelped.

"Cramping!"

"Oops! There, here we go. Sorry, babe."

"You're really going to get it now, I'm afraid. I can hear him stomping around in there."

"Uh huh!" He counted silently, holding his fingers up at a giggling Elly.

<i>Three!

Two!

One</i>...

The banging on their door fit perfectly with his count. He winked at her as she scurried off to the bathroom to clean up.

Hizashi opened the door as he was, blond hair half pulled out of the bun he had tied it up in and nude from the waist down with his doubled shirts hiding his extremities.

"We decided to try for a baby, Shota," he told him breathlessly.

"Congratulations," he snapped. "But if your lovely wife doesn't quicken immediately I'm going to request to move to a different goddamn apartment!"

The Instagram Dilemna

Elly's breath caught in her throat as she scrolled through her Instagram feed. "Ohhh," she gasped weakly, her purple eyes widening. "Oh, <i>my</i>."

The latest photo was from Hizashi. He had begun to post more serious photos on his personal account, presumably to alter his goofball image and maybe fish for dates. This one was him at the gym after a workout.

He was shirtless.

He was lean, with a nicely-defined abdomen covered by a dusting of blond hair that trailed down into his shorts. 

She set the phone quickly aside, breathing erratically and red-faced. She was so confused by her reaction to the image that she didn't hear her boyfriend come in and sit next to her on the sofa.

"Shit, Ches, you're sweating." He glanced at her phone and raised his eyebrows. "That's Zashi's current photograph of him at the gym, huh."

"Y - yeah." She cleared her throat nervously. 

Aizawa's mouth twitched with the hint of a smile. "It turned you on."

"What?!"

"You're blushing, your ears are laid on end and your tail is lifted." He stroked the tips in one hand and she growled lowly. "You're horny as hell."

"I - I'm..." She knew she couldn't  - and wouldn't  -- lie to him. But how ton earth could she phrase what she was feeling right now?

"I find it interesting. Are you attracted to him?"

"I really don't think we need to discuss this further," she said, rubbing her neck in a curious imitation of Shota. "It was just a - a reaction I couldn't control. I didn't act on it or anything."

"You know, we fooled around when we were teenagers." Aizawa nuzzled at her lips with his tongue, breathing into her mouth. "I could tell you what he likes done to him. Besides, we use the same gym. Same showers."

Her face turned five different shades of purple very quickly. "<i>What?!</i>"

"Which part were you confused about? That we made out, or that I can tell you what his cock looks like?"

"Shota wait, wait -"

He kissed her deeply, pushing her back onto the cushions and thrusting his hands up her shirt. "Nmm. I had no idea he made you so hot. All that time wasted." He lifted her shirt and bra so he could lick.

"But we're - wait, <i>we're</i> together! I didn't pick him! And what do you mean 'wasted'?"

"You know how his voice gets really deep when he's serious? He's high pitched when you make him feel good."

"Shota, stop, I -!"

"And he whines a lot." 

She choked as his fingers alternately caressed and tugged her nipples, pausing to use his mouth now and again. "Oh my god... oh, god." 

"He has this spot, right under his ear by his throat." He kissed the same area on her, licking and then nibbling. "It drives him crazy. He loves teasing, you know, and has a bit of a praise kink."

Her moans were almost continuous now. He grinned and set his own phone on the table close by. 

"Here..." His hands wandered down her stomach to the hem of her panties. "You want Hizashi to touch you? Make you feel good?"

"Hnng!"

He laughed wickedly and deliberately began calling her by the same name the Voice Hero did when he wasn't being formal. "He's tickling your belly, babe," he whispered. "His long fingers reaching for your oh-so-wet slit. You want him to play with you?"

"Mnn... yes!" The cry was forced out of her as he teased her purple curls with a careful fingertip. "Yes!"

Aizawa slid one finger inside her, dipping very gently. He stroked the top of her body as he thrust below, for once not dragging things out but trying to bring her to climax very quickly. It worked; she writhed under his body, making the most wonderful sounds.

"You going to come with Zashi's fingers in you and his mouth sucking on your tender nipples?" He bent and did just that, suckling softly in the way he knew she loved.

"Yes! Yes! More! Oh H - Hih - <i>Hizashi</i>!"

Aizawa smiled.

Hizashi was laying in bed when he got a text from his friend. He frowned when he saw it was a sound file. 

"That's weird."

Even stranger was the cryptic text.

<b>Aizawa</i>: <i>I have a proposition for you.</i>

<i>Make sure to listen to this with headphones.</i>


Hizashi shrugged and pulled a pair of casual headphones from his bedpost. He settled back and hit play on the file Shota had sent him, expecting something cat related, he wasn't sure what. He wasn't actually wrong, either - it <i>was</i> cat related. Just not any cat he could have imagined. He choked, inhaled, then stopped breathing, holding it in and shaking as he listened to what his friend had sent: his girlfriend having an orgasm.

<i>"Yes! Yes! More! Oh H - Hih</i> - Hizashi!"

His best friend's girl, having an orgasm while fantasizing about <i>him</i>.

"Erk!" His glasses slid down his nose unheeded and his mouth gaped open widely. "<i>What the fuck just happened?</i> What the righteous <i>fuck</i>, Shota!"

He grabbed his phone from where it had fallen on the bed and groaned when his movements caused the fabric of his boxer briefs to tug at his very prominent erection. 

"Okay... okay. Take care of things first. Then text." He pulled his briefs down, scrambling eagerly to take his excited member out. He yearned to listen to it as he stroked but held back, feeling awkward and the tiniest bit guilty. His hand rubbed the bubbling fluid from the tip around, lubricating his strokes. In less time he had managed it since he was a teenager, he was gasping, doubled over as the pressure burst out of him so hard he saw spots.

"Haa ... ahh, shit! <i>Ches!</i> Oh god, I want you!"

The revelation he had been struggling to conceal had finally come out. He hung his head panting, sweaty-faced and more than a little ashamed. Now he was angry at Aizawa for what he had done. There wete boundaries you don't cross, right? At least he thought there were!

He angrily picked up his phone, then swore as he almost dropped it because his hand was too slippery.

"Idiot!" He wiped it off on the sheets and tapped a message over.

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>Dammit Sho! Why r u sendin me stuff like that?! It damn near wrecked me!!!</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>You didn't text back very quickly, Zashi. Did it excite you that much?</i>

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>You bastard!</i>

<i>...</i>

<i>All right, I jerked off. So?</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>She came so hard she cried.</i>

<b>Hizashi</b>: <i>FUCK!</i>

<b>Aizawa</b>: <i>Yes. Let's get together at your place tonight and talk. Among, perhaps, other things.</i>


Elly was nervous that night when her boyfriend had suggested going over to their friend's apartment for drinks. She wasn't sure if he was teasing her or not, but after a couple of glasses Aizawa raised the subject he had wanted to talk about.

"Ches, why don't we tell Zashi how you feel?"

Hizashi choked on his beer. He and Elly were seated on his plush couch while Aizawa stood to the side. He glanced at her and leaped to his feet, shaking his head.

"I swear I had nothin' to do with this, yo. He insisted after I heard you... ohhhh. Fuck."

"You heard..?" Her face paled. She slowly stood as well, edging away from them both. "Did you tell him, Shota?!"

Aizawa calmly sipped his drink. "I recorded your orgasm and sent it to him."

Her knees wobbled but she didn't fall. "Ohmigod."

"I think we need to discuss this."

"Just because I think he's sexy as hell doesn't mean we need to ..! Oohhh. Um." Her ears flicked backwards as her face started to burn. "Oh, no." She covered her face with her hands and sat.

Hizashi also sat once more, his green eyes huge behind his red-framed glasses. "Sexy?" His hand stole to the bun at the back of his head and carefully flipped the long hair back so it would stop tickling his neck.

"This totally isn't happening," she moaned.

"Ches, look, hear me out," Aizawa soothed her with a gentle touch on her shoulder. "Both of you."

"Shota..."

"Shut up, Hizashi. Look, there's no jealousy here. We both have feelings for Cheshire, and she has them for us."

He winced and placed his forefingers together, sheepishly looking down and scuffing his feet on the rug. "But <i>Sho</i>, that's your girl."

"Why can't she be ours?"

Elly blinked multiple times. "I'm totally not hearing this. What the hell?"

The scruffy man sighed in resignation, rubbing the bridge of his nose in two fingers as he explained. "Polyamorous relationships are not new, and have been around for ages. People make them work."

"Poly ... ohhh, shit. You mean multiple? You mean all of us?!" She stumbled backwards, stunned and oddly hurt.

"I mean, us loving you. We already tried us," he waved at Hizashi and himself. "We're just friends."

"Damn," the other man whistled. "You really mean it. I - I don't think I could even kiss her, I mean we're kinda taught it's not morally okay."

"Then try a kiss." He shrugged. "If there's nothing really there, you'll know."

"You're not serious!" She quickly stared back and forth between the two men. "You are. Oh, crap. You are."

Aizawa motioned for them to get on with it. Both of them stood again uneasily, not sure if they were going to comply or make a run for it. 

Hizashi swallowed hard. "You really okay with this, babe? I mean, with him right there an' all?"

"We both know he's not going to give up until we at least humor him, right?"

He wriggled his mustache as his face scrunched with anxiety. "Yeah, but..."

"It's okay. Kiss me, Zashi."

He squeaked softly and bit his lip, trembling as he reached out to cup the back of her head in one hand. They drew close together, her looking up as he bent to meet her. Aizawa waited until they were very close, watching as they carefully avoided full body contact. He grinned mischievously and kicked with just enough force on the back of his friend's boot to cause him to stumble forward. 

Both meant to brush their lips together in a perfunctory kiss, a means to an end to shut Aizawa up, but the facade crumbled when they touched. The blond man gasped and bumped into her, his free arm hastily curling around her waist to protect her from a fall. She threw her arms around his neck, her eyes wide.

Hizashi absolutely melted. Her body was so soft, so willing against his. They stared incredulously at each other, the position of their bodies looking for all the world as if he was dipping her in a romantic dance. He pulled her slowly back up, this time tightening his grip, and crushed his mouth to hers with abandon, giving in to the moment. 

Elly shivered at the desire in his spiralled eyes. When he kissed her she couldn't hold back at all; she moaned lowly and parted her lips, offering him access to a more passionate kiss. He immediately slipped his tongue into her mouth, his hand running up her neck to tangle recklessly in her hair and pull her even closer, greedy for more. A whine escaped his throat as her fingers clasped around the back of his neck. They didn't kiss just once but several times, hungrily, losing themselves in the taste and scent and feel of each other.

And when they finally broke apart they stood, breathing heavily and unable - or perhaps just unwilling --  to let go. 

"Well," Aizawa said briskly, rubbing his hands together. "That answers <i>that</i>, doesn't it?"


"Now what do you expect us to do?" Elly was shaking in Hizashi's arms. The usually outspoken man was quiet for once, stroking her hair and staring numbly at his friend.

"Whatever you like." He shrugged.

"But if we add another person to our relationship, how do I know you won't want another?"

"Ahh. I knew you would eventually bring that up." He walked over and rubbed her ears gently. "We're not jealous of each other," he explained, "but she is afraid this will mean we'll look elsewhere."

"I don't want anyone else," Hizashi whispered, biting his lip.

"I agree. I only want you, Ches. That's our arrangement, and you know we're men of our word."

"Oh," she said in a small voice. 

"Uh, baby, don't... please, your, um. Your hands."

She had been flexing them lightly on his neck in her panic. "I'm sorry, Zashi. Did I scratch you?"

"Nuh." He shook his head violently, his ears burning.

Aizawa chuckled. "Hit your spot, did she?"

"Shut up!" He snapped, the blush spreading to his cheeks and down his neck.

"Ohhh." She stroked more gently and this time he whimpered. 

"I suggest you two adjourn to the bedroom," Aizawa said, yawning. "I would gladly watch or even participate, but I'm extremely tired and have early patrol tomorrow."

The two of them watched incredulously as he set his drink on the counter and walked to the door. 

"Aizawa!" Hizashi hissed, panicked. 

He grinned at them. "Have fun." And the door closed behind him. 

"I can't believe he did that." 

She huffed under her breath. "You know Shota."

"Yeahhh." He looked down into her eyes. "Uh. I'm really confused, still. Hey? You, too?"

"Me, too," she nodded.

"I'm gonna be honest here, though. Since we're all being honest." He rubbed her back. "I really, <i>really</i> want to make love to you."

"Oh, Zashi."

"Sorry! M'sorry!" He jerked his hands away. "I shouldn't have said anything."

"More than anything, I want to feel your arms around me," she whispered. 

"I guess we're gonna try this, then." He heaved in a huge, shaky breath.

"I can't believe this all started because of that photo you posted." She rested her head on his chest as he bent and pucked her up. 

"Well, hell, it worked, didn't it? I wanted to find a girl."

She groaned, smiling faintly.

Cat's Cradle

"Sit down," Aizawa told his captive sternly, tugging on the capture weapon to pull her forward. The Insanity Hero was completely tied up in the silvery scarves, an elaborate system binding her muscles and certain areas so he could control her movements like a marionette. Her striped tail was bundled in it so she couldn't whip him. Really, the only parts free were her eyes, nose and furry ears.

He had used it to gag her as well.

"What's that, hero? I couldn't quite hear you. You seem to have something in your mouth." He paused, pretending to think. "Ahh, yes, the gag. You're not going to be annoying anymore though, are you?"

Her eyes narrowed but she shook her head.

"Then I can remove this." The strong fibers peeled back from her mouth and she gasped for the extra air she so desperately needed.

"In favor of something else, however. See, I like you nice and quiet. Now get down on your knees."

She hissed at him.

"I said get down." He jerked the thread across the backs of her legs, forcing her to her knees in front of him. "You're going to pleasure me. Maybe, if you do a good enough job, I'll let you go."

She licked the black cloth lump he indicated, her breath hot through the fabric of his pants. Her fiery eyes glared up at him in her only act of defiance.

"Good, you know how to obey. You're actually quite skilled. I wouldn't h - have guessed." He closed his eyes, his hand on the top of her head as she pulled the button on the special villain's outfit he had purchased open with her teeth.

"Take everything off. That's right. Good kitty... ah, hell. You're too good. What do you think your friends would do if they saw you now? Sucking off a villain with his cock deep down your throat."

She swirled her tongue on the sensitive underside of his erection, sucking as she did. Aizawa coughed once, loudly.

"Ha - aah! I think - I ... shit!" He bucked forward, groaning loudly as he came. She closed her eyes and tried to swallow his seed, but a trickle still escaped, slipping out of the corner of her mouth.

"Fuck," he gasped. "Came too fast. That was your little ploy, wasn't it?" He used his pulley system to bring her level with him. "Still, that was a truly ... heroic effort." He licked her lips, trailing down the runnel of his own semen.

Elly panted with effort, straining in her bonds. "So will you let me go?"

Aizawa smirked wickedly. "I really don't want to get rid of my new toy so fast." He clucked his tongue several times in a regretful manner. "Besides, I haven't taken care of you yet."

"That wasn't what you said!"

"I'm not a hero, baby," he husked dangerously. "I decide what I want, and when I want it. But you know what? I'm feeling magnanimous, so will give you a reward."

She shrieked breathlessly as he flipped her over onto the waiting bed, settling her in a seated position with her head facing the pillows. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Something you'll dream about for a long, long time," he whispered softly in her ear. She jerked away and he laughed. "Here, up we go."

Her body was lifted in the air momentarily and to her shock, he slid underneath. Except only his head was under her, his hands reaching out to greedily grasp her thighs.

"Wait, what are you doing?!"

"Sit down, hero."

She couldn't resist the capture weapon's pulling and lowered herself onto his face with a tiny scream. "Eraserhead! Oh my god!"

His muffled reply was cheeky. "Not god," he said between licks and deep kissing. "Just fucking good."

Leaning forward, cradled by the thread holding her up so she wouldn't strain, she rode the intense waves of pleasure as the scruffy man thrust his tongue inside her as much as he could. Mindful of his persona in this play, he was absolutely ravenous, devouring her like he never had before. His facial hair burned lightly on her skin but wasn't painful. Since he had shaved the day before it wasn't as grown in yet. The sounds were scandalous; amid the slurping and smacking of his lips he would pause to goad her with a few choice questions.

"You're pretty tasty, kitty. I knew I liked pussies but you're an extra delectable treat."

She choked, her face burning.

"Oh, what's that? You shy? I've got you moaning in rapture with just deep kisses. Let's see how you fare with some sweet suckling on your clit."

"Ahhh!"

Such music to his ears. He was excited to push her to the edge, let her totter heedlessly on the brink so hard she forgot herself. He created a tight seal around that bundle of nerves and flicked his tongue back and forth. Her tail burst free of the scarves and thrashed wildly, creating a breeze as she began to beg for her release.

"Please, oh god, let me come! Please don't stop, right there..!"

"You gonna scream my name for me, baby? Let your little hero friends hear how a villain made you beg?"

"Yes! Yes! Please! It feels so good, Eraser!"

"Ah, fuck that's hot," he muttered. "Again, precious. Like you mean it."

She was drawing in tight, hitching breaths, her eyes rolling back in her head and her ears crazily set on either sides of her head. Aizawa carefully munched with his soft lips, closing his eyes in bliss as she screamed herself hoarse.

"Oh, your mouth... y - your tongue in me, yes! More! Er - as - er -head!"

Her body twitched, and he tasted the tang of her orgasm. "There we go, darling," he whispered. "That is a very, very good girl."

He unwound the capture weapon from about her body, holding her carefully up so she wouldn't fall. Elly's eyes were closed and she was whining softly.

"You're too fucking ... sexy as a villain," she wheezed. "Now I remember why we don't do that often."

He grinned evilly.