Alpha & Beta

"Hey!" Elly hissed, falling to her knees as the villain's tentacle latched onto her neck. She heard Aizawa shouting angrily as well and saw he had caught him the same way.

That was all she knew until she woke up in the nurse's office, her neck sore and her loins on fire.

"Oh, dear. Oh... my." Recovery Girl clucked her tongue. "Whoop. You're finally awake!"

"What's wrong with me?!" She noticed Aizawa off to the side, staring at his neck in a mirror.

"The marks you've been given seem to be hormone based. You two have been chemically bonded to each other."

"Is it permanent?!" Elly gasped in horror at the thought. "I mean, Eraserh - err, Aizawa, he's not really a social guy. This would be hell for him more than me."

He grunted but said nothing.

"No way to know. Possibly, but it could last a few hours, days or even weeks and then wear off."

"Ugh!"

"All right, you two - listen up. One of you is the dominant and the other, submissive. That's usually how these quirks function. Weaker villians of the type typically use them as distractions so they can get away, as you've found out. Or they do it just to cause discomfort and confusion. "

"Which of us is which?" Aizawa looked away from the mirror where he had been scrutinizing the mark on his neck.

"Well, these aren't identifying. I'd say if one of you feels strongly possessive of the other that's a fair sign you're the alpha in this case. You'll both become pained if you're seperated from your partner, but alphas can become almost insane from it."

He huffed in annoyance. "Come here, then." Before she could protest he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into the protective circle of his arms. "What do we need to know about our condition?"

Elly squeaked faintly. It was as if his gentle but firm hold had somehow become the strongest force on the planet. There was no chance of her leaving, because unless he let her go she would willingly stay here forever. It was comforting, sure, but the tremendous surge of love and desire she experienced was nearly suffocating. Frightened at this onslaught of emotions, a little whimper escaped her lips.

"That, for one," Chiyo murmured. "You're both going to have a profound effect on the other. And if she's your beta, she's the one most baffled from it at the moment." She pointed at Aizawa sternly. "You need to read up on this. She should as well, obviously, but for now it's going to be up to you. I sent two emails with links to what you both need to know."

"All right," he sighed again, wearily getting to his feet. When Elly did not move to detach herself from him, however, he blinked down at her. "Let's go. We should leave immediately."

"Shota..." She curled her striped tail around her legs and buried her head in his chest, mewling in such a pitiful manner he blushed, embarrassed.

"Ches!" He grabbed hastily for her when she would have fallen limply to the ground.

"I doubt she can think clearly at the moment. You need to take complete control, Aizawa."

"But!" The man finally lost his composure, spluttering with his bloodshot eyes huge. "But she can't possibly consent to - to anything in this state!"

"You're right. She can't."

He looked chagrined. "Chiyo, I thought you were going to help. How can I ... there is a huge sexual component in this! She has to consent!"

"She is consenting."

"You don't understand, I don't ever want her to hate me because of anything, let alone something so - so heinous I deserve to be -"

"Aizawa." Recovery Girl's voice cut cleanly through his panicky babbling. "She's hurting badly. You're the only one that can stop the pain. Now, Elly is just as rational as you are. She's not gonna blame you."

The stricken look he gave the nurse caused her to shake her head ruefully. "Look. I wasn't going to get this involved, but if you want my opinion, you two idiots have been sighing over each other for ages. She'd have 'consented' if you tried anything months ago!"

Elly nuzzled under his scruffy chin affectionately. "She's right, you know," she purred softly.

Aizawa turned a very dark shade of red across his cheeks and nose. "Err... yes. Well. Thank you."

He pulled up the email from Chiyo on his phone while he walked down the corridor of the apartment complex carrying Elly lightly on his hip.

"If I'm reading this correctly, we're going to require a lot of food and quite a few amenities - Cheshire! Stop that!" He choked, squirming as she began nibbling on his neck. "Please," he amended in a gentler tone when she whimpered sadly. "I need to think."

"I'm sorry."

"I don't have much at my apartment. Is it okay if we go to yours?"

"Yes." She pointed several doors down.

"I know where you live," he snorted. "I need your keys, though." She handed them to him and he walked straight up and unlocked her apartment. There was silence for awhile as they took off their shoes and the more cumbersome parts of their hero attire. When they were done, Elly stumbled drunkenly over to the couch and collapsed onto it.

"Ugh," she groaned. "This is insane."

Aizawa joined her cautiously and she reached out for him by instinct. When he jerked back, she mewed sadly.

"I'm sorry?"

"All right," he said tersely, "listen. It's getting harder for me to think. I'm trying to hold back. I don't want to force myself on you."

"What - what do I have to do to convince you that I want this, too? Damn it, Shota!" Her fist crashed down on the coffee table and her voice rose as tears of rage and pain fell down her cheeks. "If you would rather be in agony than with me, that's fucking fine. Just be honest! Don't pretend you're having a moral dilemma!"

He stared at her in astonishment, his eyes taking in her flushed face and her laid back ears. Her tail tips were whipping frantically about where they dangled off the edge of the couch. Aizawa opened his mouth to speak and she turned away, flinching.

"Ch ... ah." He cleared his throat. "Elly," he amended in the softest voice than she had ever heard from him. His pronunciation was slightly marred by his accent, but he tried regardless. Her ears unfurled slowly and perked towards him. "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Ha!"

"You know I didn't." He placed a tentative hand on her arm. "All right, look. I'm - I'm afraid," he admitted flatly, then sighed.

"What." She turned her head, puzzled.

He misheard and answered slowly, thinking over every word carefully. "If you regret this later, you might grow to hate me. I don't want that." He struggled with himself further, pulling down at the neck of his bodysuit with a finger. "I didn't want things to happen this way, either. It's too fast, and rather clinical. Like a painful shot you need to have."

"Shota Aizawa."

His ears burned, aware that he may have given himself away. "Yes."

"Are you suggesting you want this to be more than sex?"

He choked a little. It was difficult for him to express exactly what he wanted at the moment. The hormones stirring in his blood wanted - no, needed, demanded, sex. Specifically with her. She was producing pheremones, her scent doubling his desire like he had never felt before. Yet he wanted her to really want him, not just have to because of this situation.

"Well?" She arched an eyebrow at him. "I'll just ask what I need to know. I suppose your literal, rational mind will respond better to bluntness. Is it just the markings or do you feel more ... affection towards me?"

"Affection?" He scoffed, frowning. "You mean more than that."

"I chickened out at the last minute." She shrugged. "Fine. Do you love me?"

"Yes." He forced it out before his mind could clutter it up with logic and embarrassment.

"Then, please," she said with a vast amount of pain surfacing all at once in her eyes, "Please, Sho, help me stop hurting."

"Ches?" He gasped when she curled up, falling over sideways on the couch with her hands stretched imploringly towards him. "Ches! Crap! This is all my fault!"

He picked her up and stumbled immediately into the bedroom, glad that the apartment complex had similar layouts so he knew where the rooms were. She was breathing in short, ragged little puffs, obviously in more pain than she had been letting on. "Damn it, you should have told me you hurt this much!"

"Nggh..."

He placed her on the bed, yanking the blankets back and crawling in with her. "Ches, m'here. Wait..." He pulled her gently towards him, cupping her chin in one hand. "Here. Like this."

The touch of his mouth on hers awakened even more in her, and she sighed, sliding her arms around his neck and snuggling close. "Yes," she breathed. "Kiss me, Shota. More..."

He swallowed hard and deepened the kiss, mouthing gently and slipping his tongue inside to toy with her own. The fiery pain lessened as they clung to each other, their arms and legs tangling as they writhed on her tiny bed. He peeled down her bodysuit, tugging lightly, and removed it with help as she bent to pull it off her lower half. Before he could do more the leaden weight in his groin doubled when she grasped him.

"Aaah!"

Elly unzipped his suit, working it off as well. Aizawa impatiently kicked it off, swearing to himself. Their hands bumped as they both greedily reached out to take the remaining bit of clothing off each other.

"You first." She placed her hands under the elastic of his boxer briefs and slud them down over his hips, pulling slightly so they didn't catch on his erection. Shivering pleasantly at the sight of him, she stroked once, fondly, and he gasped.

"Now you." He rolled over on top of her, catching the strap of her bra in his teeth. Her breathing grew hoarse when he used his mouth to unhook the front. As it fell open and exposed her breasts he moved quickly and caught a nipple between his lips, suckling and licking. "Fffuck," he murmured lowly. "You taste good."

"Hurry!"

"Yes!"

There was no real foreplay, though they kissed every strip of flesh they could reach as they moved. Once they were both fully nude, Aizawa angled himself and thrust to ease the pressure and pain they were both feeling. She nearly wept at the jolt of pleasure when he entered her and he smiled.

"Faster!"

He obliged, bucking madly forward and crying out when she tightened her legs around him. There was love, but the act was raw and fast and hard by necessity. The bed creaked underneath in a quickening rhythm as their cries also grew in intensity.

"You're mine!" He snarled, the weight nearly crushing him as he peaked. This release was going to be of biblical proportions, and his mind was rife with the desire of the alpha to seed his partner. "My woman! My mate!"

She heard this through her own haze of desire and screamed his name so loudly passing students on the grounds nearby dropped their books, startled.

Back at the school, Recovery Girl was muttering to herself as she looked through some of the tests she had run while they had been there. "I really hope their bonding wears off in a few days. If not, they're liable to keep the whole damn lot of us awake all night for some time."