The Art of Seduction

"Cheshire is, well... she's going through a hard time," Recovery Girl told the two teachers crowded into her room. "She's been holding everything in for so long that I'm afraid this last incident may have been the straw that broke the camel's back."

Midnight nodded. "Imagine - that -- happening with someone you were interested in." She blew air out lustily. "If she only wasn't such a downer, she could've enjoyed it."

Hizashi groaned, rubbing his mouth and dragging his gloved hand down his chin. "I swear I didn't know her outfit was that wrecked!"

"We know," the older woman told him firmly. "It's obvious you were helping. Hell, to us it's obvious you really like the girl."

He choked, his ears starting to burn. "'Course I like her," he replied a little too quickly. "I like everybody here, 'cept maybe Kayama when she gets too bossy."

Mudnight huffed and rolled her eyes. "You know what Recovery Girl means. You're so desperate to tap that stripey tail of hers you go out of your way every single morning to get her coffee from that place she likes."

His jaw dropped, showing his teeth as he struggled to find some way to respond. All he could manage was a juvenile, "Nuh uh!"

"Yeah huh," Midnight snickered. "You're not fooling anyone but her, Yamada. Trust us."

"I do not just wanna get laid," he snarled angrily. Without really thinking, he continued as he thrust a hand towards the general direction of the counselor's whereabouts, "I really-really like her! I want us to be a couple, yo!"

He froze as he realized he had said that out loud. His sunglasses slipped down his nose and he choked a little.

Midnight shrugged as if to say there you have it.

Hizashi groaned and rushed off as fast as he could, the 18+ Hero close on his heels. There was no way she was letting him off the hook, especially now.

The frosted glass pane on the counselor's office door was covered by a sign that said, "in session".

It was not a lie, though there were no students or even other teachers in there with her. No, this was for herself.

Elly concentrated on taking long, slow, deep breaths where she identified the scents in the room. There were flowers in the middle of her desk that a student had picked for her, and a cooling cup of coffee on the far left.

It was bad enough she had a desperate crush on the man, but to be caught in his arms with half of her bodysuit torn off during the fight? She wouldn't have cared as much if it had been anyone but him! Although he had acted like a true gentleman, giving her his jacket to cover herself with and turning away until she was decent. But honestly that had just made it a hundred times worse. To have the leather touching her skin that was still warm from the heat of his body, to smell his scent mixing with her own. He had been nearly speechless, embarrassed. He was probably disgusted.

Elly changed as fast as she could and handed Present Mic his jacket back with an awkward smile and thank you. When she had stumbled backwards crossing near the nurse's office, she had been rather brusquely told to come in for a checkup.

And this.

Now this ridiculousness.

Warm tears slipped over her trembling lip as she struggled to firm it by biting, her brow furrowing deeply.

No. More. Crying.

Elly breathed in, then out. She tried to force herself to blot out thoughts of coupling with the lean, tall hero. What would his breath would feel like on her neck besides hot and eager? His mouth crushing down onto her own, his leather-clad hands gripping her tightly... her mind wandered.

Then, sweetness and musk on her next inhale. Bubblegum and leather, with the faintest metallic smell. Leather. She shook her head, disgusted at herself. Phantom smells were truly a sign of the obsession she was trying very hard to overcome.

While she was trying to get a hold of her emotions, back in the lounge Midnight was still struggling to convince Present Mic that he was needed.

"You're going to have to convince her, I think," Kayama murmured. "However ridiculous I might personally think it is, I know she's hot for you. She doesn't give in because she doesn't think you feel the same way."

"M'not gonna force myself on her." He blinked rapidly and rubbed at his eyes under the sunglasses, surprised she would suggest such a thing.

"I'm not talking about that! Look, bottom line: sex with you will help her. She's reluctant to give in because she doesn't want to get hurt."

Hizashi's eyebrows rose so high it gave his forehead a pinched, triangular look. He cleared his throat and raised one finger, opened his mouth and then shut it. He groaned instead. "Ergh..."

"What's he whining about now?" Aizawa poked his head in the door with a frown. He was followed by Yagi, who had change bouncing in his palm for the vending machine.

"Finding it difficult to persuade the counselor he's got what she needs. The villain they fought used a kind of black market spray. It started her heat."

"Mic did what?!" Yagi dropped his money in favor of covering the blood spraying from his mouth.

"Kayama!" Hizashi gasped, his neck suddenly burning hot. He hid his face in his hands, shaking his head, and uttered another, louder groan.

"What? It's the truth."

Spluttering something about personal information, Yagi bent down and hastily started picking up his change.

"Listen, Yamada," his gruff friend said as he sat in the chair closest to him. "I'm not lying if I said I wouldn't have a problem doing what you need to. I get it. But she needs help, and fairly quick. If you wait too long, she'll be in terrible pain in a few hours. You remember what we learned about anthro types and mixes, right?"

"Especially with that shit she got on her," she pointed out. "It activates hard and fast."

"I - I just can't! I was raised right. I can't seduce her while she can't say no."

"Yamada, you're being an ass," Kayama snapped abruptly. "More than usual," she amended after a moment's thought.

He looked up sharply, hurt. "Hey."

"No, shut up. She wouldn't have gotten this way if she didn't want you! The spray means activated her desire. She still chooses who she wants."

"The logical solution to this problem is the one you're avoiding," Aizawa grunted. He poked him in the chest, stabbing the sharp metal zipper of his jacket into his skin through the white tank he wore underneath. "You both get what you need, she's healed, and we -" He gestured sourly around the lounge to indicate the staff in general, "We get peace and quiet instead of your infernal, lovesick whining every day."

"I don't - what? Wait, what didya say?"

"You'll be a couple. She's not going to let you go once she has you." Midnight shoved him at the door.

"Trust her on this one," Aizawa said as Hizashi tried to scramble back into the lounge.

"But -!"

"Is he gone?" Yagi asked pitifully.

And that was how Hizashi found himself wandering into Elly's office, nervous as hell and uncertain what he should do or say.

He found the counselor sitting at her desk with her eyes closed, breathing deeply in some sort of meditative ritual. As he watched, she suddenly frowned and then let out a long, quavering sigh. Her nose wrinkled delicately as she tested the air.

"Stupid," she muttered under her breath.

"Uh ... Ches?"

She fell completely out of her chair in shock, tumbling onto her side.

"Shit!" He darted around the desk to offer her assistance but she waved him off.

"I'm fine," she gasped. Elly brushed her hair away from her cheeks and sat up straight in her chair again. "Very fine. Perfectly okay, in fact." Her stunned gaze and the way her ears were askew said otherwise, however.

He took his prescription shades off so he could look into her eyes. "No," he disagreed in a curiously quiet, deep voice. "You're not."

She couldn't say anything to that. She wouldn't have been able to speak if her life depended on it, in fact. All Elly could do was stare, mesmerized, at his green-gold eyes with their concentric circles. They absolutely hypnotized her in her current state, making it easier for Hizashi to move forward and kiss the corner of her mouth very softly. Her purple eyes widened alarmingly, but she didn't move. A small squeak pushed out of her throat, the sound a helpless animal might make.

"Okay," Hizashi whispered, relieved. His mustache tickled as it moved on her skin, since he hadn't moved too far away after the kiss. "I guess that means they were right, huh. Let's make sure, 'kay?" He turned his head, reaching out with one hand, and gently caught the back of her head to pull her towards him. This time the kiss was firmly on her lips, and she might have thought she was dreaming but again the brush of his mustache on her skin was something she had never experienced before. This was definitely real.

It was happening.

He was a good kisser, but then she would have thought that no matter what. Hizashi was gentle, slow, flicking the very tip of his tongue to trace the contours of her lips. Their mouths brushed, partway open, yet he didn't thrust awkwardly inside or make things too wet. Instead he whispered her name softly, his voice thrumming with the controlled use of his quirk. This not only made her knees weak but she let out a low moan, grasping his wide leather collar in both hands.

He broke the kiss before it could take them farther.

"M - Mic?"

"Aw, cute," he grinned, cupping her chin with his thumb rubbing her lower lip. "Don't sound so disappointed, baby. We just have to go somewhere private before we can continue."

"Mic!" She gasped, panicking, as he picked her up out of the chair.

"You better start callin' me by my given name if we're gonna be a couple, Els."

Her jaw dropped. "Hizashi?"

"That's my name," he chirped happily. "So, your place or mine? I've got a king-sized bed, you know."

"Hizashi!"

"Is that your answer?" He hummed seductively, turning the mundane sound into a tactile sensation like before. Elly sighed and wished he had taken off his directional speaker so she could throw her arms around his neck. She settled for squirming around enough to nibble on his ear, but then she remembered his earphones and growled, catlike, with annoyance.

"Yours is closer. All this stuff in the way -" She nipped the metal of his speaker, "has to go. And soon!"

Hizashi gulped, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Yes, ma'am!" He checked as they exited the building, then, seeing it was clear sprinted as fast as he could for the complex where the teachers lived.

His home was warm and friendly, with a fluffy area rug under the table in the living room and a squishy-looking couch. Bookshelves lined the walls but instead of books they held CDs and records, and in the middle was a very nice entertainment center. She took all this in at a glance, since he rushed past and down the hall into his bedroom. He set her down on the edge of his large bed, then sighed.

"Let me take this off." He grunted, hefting his neck gear up and setting it on a nightstand. It nearly knocked the lava lamp that was sitting there to the floor and he swore, reaching out a hand to steady it. "Oops. Maybe they should go on the ground."

She handed him hers, made visible as soon as she took it off. The two were somewhat similar neck speakers, though hers had a breathing apparatus as well as being thinner, with the wide cat's grin painted on the front. Seeing them together, lumped next to each other on his bedroom floor was somehow so intimate that her breath caught in her throat.

"'Sup?" He was stretching, arms over his head as he smiled down at her.

"Your home is so you," she murmured. "I imagined it would be a lot of, I don't know, nineties decor? But all this seventies kitsch suits you."

He blushed, awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck and chuckling. "Aw. It's not that thought out. I just bought what I liked." Hizashi sat beside her, sliding an arm around her shoulders. "It's cool that you like it, too."

They kissed for awhile, their breathing harsh and growing rougher in the still silence of the apartment. This time when his tongue pressed on her lips she not only parted them, but gently sucked it inside. Hizashi whimpered and clung to her, daring to slip a hand along her bodysuit to the fur covering her chest. The bed squeaked a little when she shifted, running her hand up his bare neck as he lightly stroked her breasts.

"Mmn. Your hair is softer than I thought," she marveled, patting it gingerly.

"It's just spray and some wax." He ran his fingers through it, pulling it easily down to fall around him. "I couldn't get away with using too much product every day. It'd fall out." Hizashi paused, blinking at her in confusion. "What's wrong, babe?"

"Your hair," she repeated thickly. Her hands reached out of their own accord to bury themselves in the flowing, golden tresses. "Oh, Zashi. I've never seen you like this."

"Not a lot of people have," he confessed. "I always tie it back 'cause it's such a pain in the ass."

"Oh god." She crawled into his lap, pressing her mouth to his tightly. "Oh shit, that's so hot," she groaned around his lips and tongue. He was pushed down on his back on the bed and he let her take the lead willingly, his heart racing at the thought that he had made her lose control.

"Mnn, baby, if I'd've known you were this hot for me, I would've hit on you ages ago."

She bit his lower lip, not too hard, and then dragged backwards, causing him to shiver. "Me too!"

He giggled and then moaned as she licked his Adam's apple. "Oh, hey now. What's this?" She kissed his throat, purring, and he wrapped his arms low around her waist with a shiver. "Ya gonna worship my quirk now? Shit, babygirl, yer - yer somethin' else." His words started to slur as the warmth of her mouth covered him in kisses. "I'm - mmm... I'm'a do you next."

"My quirk is invisibility. How would you even..?"

"Well you make - make yerself invisible, right?" His voice, she noted fondly, had a tendency not only to start slurring but he leaned heavily into slang when he was aroused. "That means I get ta kiss yer whooole body." Elly went limp at the thought and he rolled her quickly over, kneeling on either side.

"Zashi," she husked, a little anxiety creeping into her voice. "Zashi, I'm so hot ... what's going on?"

"Didn't Chiyo tell ya?"

"Yes, but - but my heats aren't like this! I can hardly..." She trailed off, breathing hard.

"The spray you got hit with makes it, uh, somethin' more. Plus 'cause I was there. S'okay, babe, I'm gonna help."

"Oh god, please yes."

He was unable to hold back a truly happy, loud laugh that reverberated in the room, rattling the window frames. "We gotta get undressed, first. Does this have a zipper or..?"

"Front," she gasped through numb lips. "It's hidden."

"Ahhh." He found and dragged it carefully down. "Mnn, pretty," he commented on her purple underwear. "And practical. Wow, this is under armour!" He tugged on the suit, pulling it down and tossing it on top of their speakers.

Elly arched her back, licking her dry lips and panting. Hizashi's hands were super gentle, feathery light on her skin as he stroked around the remaining bits of clothing.

"M'sure you wear protective gear, too," she managed to say despite the distraction of his touch.

"Oh, I do. Wanna see?"

She choked and nodded. Hizashi shucked his heavy leather coat and just as fast the simple white tank top underneath. He hesitated slightly as his fingertips touched the buckle on his belt, but when he glanced over at Elly she was staring, wide-eyed and bright blotches of red on her cheeks.

Smirking just a little, he popped the catch and unzipped the tight leather pants. It was, as always, a struggle to wrighle out of them but worth it. By the end her breathing was coming in harsh, desperately rough pants as he kicked them off.

"Most of the guys wear cups an' stuff," he explained as her eyes wandered down the downy trail of hair to his groin. He wore red boxer briefs, but over the top was an elaborate protective shell. "Hey, you didn't think I could wear those tight pants without one, did ya?"

She pursed her lips at the thought. "Of course not. Otherwise... um."

He burst into good-natured laughter. "They would leave absolutely nothin' to yer imagination, babe. Trust me. I tried 'em on once without it."

"Is it uncomfortable?" Her fingers trailed down the hard cup.

"Not usually," he squeaked. "But I really wanna take it off right now."

"Aren't these supposed to go on under your briefs?" She found a snap and unfastened it, causing the guard to fall off onto the sheets.

"Yes," he wheezed, barely able to control himself now that her hand hovered inches from the freed bulge in his underwear. "It's a special one."

"I'll say."

He hiccupped, his glorious green eyes filming over in a dreamy haze as she peeled the briefs off and touched him. "Oh. Oh, shit. I didn't think this through."

"Mnn?" Elly turned her attention away from his stiff member with an effort. She wanted very much to kiss him there, someplace on him where few, if any, had touched before.

"I'm too excited," he confessed. "I feel like a kid again. Here, let it be your turn for awhile. Besides," he grinned sheepishly, "I'm dying to know if you're a screamer like me." He whispered this last into one of her furry ears.

"Hizashi," she groaned.

"Well, I wanna know." He giggled wickedly and laid his lips against her throat, humming again.

"Yeek! How did you ever figure out that use of your quirk?!"

He shrugged. "Trial and error? I thought it might feel good. Like, uh." He coughed. "You know, since they sell vibrators and all."

"Oh god."

"What's that?" He kissed her and she clung to him.

"I didn't even think of that!"

He smirked at her, liking the way she squirmed under his gaze. "Maybe later," he promised. "We've got lots of time, huh?"

"Yes."

He concentrated on kissing her and fondling her breasts, finding out how she liked to be touched. The leather of his gloves was surprisingly soft, the contrast between that and his fingertips driving her wild. Elly dug her fingers into his shoulder blades and he whistled with pleasure.

"Hey, no clawing, kitty."

"Sorry. But you're such a tease," she moaned.

"Mmn. I just wanna take things slow." He kissed her neck and she wrapped her legs around him. "Make our first time really good."

"You're so talkative." She drew him close for a kiss. "It's so perfectly you. I love it. I've never talked so much during foreplay!"

"Nmm." He giggled when she licked his mustache. "But babe, how else we gonna know what the other likes?"

"I can tell you something silly I like about you."

"Oooh." He flipped his hair back with an expectant grin.

"You're so tall - god, you feel so big when you hold me."

"Aw, baby, compared to you! Yer a tiny little thing." He unhooked her bra and she moved languidly to help him slip it off.

"I'm five foot four... maybe five," she told him firmly, arching her back. "That's not 'tiny'."

"But I'm six one. 'Course yer gonna look smaller compared to me." He paused, raising an eyebrow. "D'ya like it? You sounded like..."

"I love almost everything about you," she said with a huge smile on her face, ears laying on either side of her head.

"Aww." He kissed her left breast and she shivered. "Can I shower you with praise now? My turn?" His mustache points tickled as he nuzzled her chest. "Yer beautiful."

"Oh, Zashi." She blushed shyly.

He let out a tiny squeal. "That's so frickin' cute! Say it again." He let his hands wander while he wrapped his lips around a nipple.

"Zashi!" She gasped. "Your hands!"

"Uh huh. Ohhh... want the gloves off? I kinda forgot about them." Without waiting for an answer he sat up and nipped the edge of one with his teeth. Elly stared, her heart beating faster as he pulled them off one after the other.

She fixed him with an unwavering stare, her purple eyes smoldering. "That's it. Undress me, Hizashi Yamada, and take me right now."

"But -"

"Right now, please!"

"Okay, baby, relax. You ... oh, you - you cheater," he yelped as she wrapped her soft thighs around his length. "F - fuck. I promise! Here!" He hooked his fingers in her panties and pulled them off hurriedly. "Oh god, baby, just wait a second. Mmm, wait ..."

She gasped and hiked her legs up around his waist once more when she felt him angling around. He set the tip of his member on her open body and shuddered all over.

"Yes!"

"Yer so hot," he whimpered. "I know I gotta come in you for your heat, but - but I never -"

"If you've never done it before, I want you more than ever!" Elly plunged her hands in his hair and bucked upwards.

"Possessive," he murmured. "Even. Fucking. Hotter. A'ight, shhhhh, now. Hold me." He took a deep breath and thrust slow but very steady, moving smoothly all the way until their bellies touched.

Her cry was ecstatic. Hizashi moaned, and pulled himself up on shaky arms above her. His eyes were dreamy and lips parted sensuously; he paused for a heart-stopping moment to enjoy the feeling of being surrounded by her inside and out.

Then he began to move.

He immediately knew he was not going to last and he regretted this but from her reaction she seemed to be enjoying herself. Her body moved with his, deepening his thrusts and bringing them to higher levels of pleasure. Strangely, though he had been talkative before he was mostly silent now except for a low series of pants and guttural groaning that matched his movements.

"Baby, I'm so close," he whispered in her mouth as they shared an unending kiss, latched together at mouth as well as groin. "D'ya need more? Faster, slower..?"

"Up," she panted roughly. "Grind on me when you enter - that, like that! F - faster, Zashi!"

The bed creaked as he pounded away at her, the seconds spilling into minutes. Hizashi suddenly threw his head back, his long hair streaming out behind him.

He'd warned her he was a screamer.

"Oh Ches, baby. Baby, I'm gonna - !" The actual yell was inarticulate but powerful; she came a moment after he did and when she had shivered back to reality she saw he was looking around his room with a wry look on his face.

"Zashi, wha' happened? You look kinda pissed." She had to work to pull herself together through the aftershock of her orgasm.

"I broke the windows," he grumped, crossing his arms in a remarkable imitation of his grumpy friend, though he didn't know that. He paused, then hung his head. "All of them."

"Oh, maybe it's not that bad." Elly frowned. "I - is that people out there in the... oh my god, did you mean every window in the complex?!"

He chewed on his lip nervously and nodded. "Uh huh."

"Has this ever happened to you before?"

He slowly shook his head.

"First time? This many?"

He nodded, looking even more embarrassed. "What'm I gonna tell everybody?!"

She sighed and sat up, hugging him tight despite their sweaty bodies. "You mean what are we going to tell them. You're not alone anymore."

He brightened up all at once and hugged her back. "Thanks, babe. That helps a lot."

"I still don't know what we're going to tell them, though."

"For real, yo," he groaned.