The Choice

"This is ridiculous," Midnight groaned. "We're trapped, and Cheshire gets dosed with the dopiest of trope quirks? How did she not see that coming?!"

"Relax, Midnight. She's already agitated. You'll scare her." Present Mic snapped quickly to her defense, folding his arms angrily.

"She has to be taken care of."

"Uhhhhh..." Mic's green-gold eyes went blank.

Aizawa sighed from where he gad been testing the trap door in the small room. "Yes. We should discuss this before it gets serious."

"It's only fair that she have a choice in this," Midnight said sternly.

"But - "

"Cheshire seems to be out of action," Aizawa remarked drily. "Is she able to choose?"

"Well, hell. I bet if you kissed her she'd manage to let you know."

Mic turned redder and made a face like he was in a fair amount of pain, his hands tightly clenched at his sides. "But - !"

His friend frowned deeply, rubbing at the back of his neck. "There's only three men here." He glanced up at the others. "Are you all willing if she reciprocates?"

"Eraserrrrrr!"

"Mic," he said in a very even voice, "As your friend, I'm well aware of your love for the Insanity Hero. But would you force yourself on her without giving her a choice?"

"He what?!" Midnight's mouth fell open. "Yamada, you sly dog. Have you had the hots for her long?"

Mic ignored her completely, instead focused solely on the scruffy man begore him. He shook his head vigorously. "No no no no no! Nuh uh! I'd never hurt her!" He rubbed his cheek, groaning. "I want her better is all! Honest!"

"If she's too drugged to discuss things with us we're going to need to choose without her input."

"You mean, pick which one of us ... will soothe her?" Ectoplasm had remained silent up until now. His hollow voice echoed more strangely than usual and he took a nervous step back.

"Yes. And Mic is, as you've heard, in love with her. That may create some problems."

"Just let him be the one, then. Even if it's one-sided, at least there will be some dignity in love."

Elly's head rolled loosely on her neck. She was sweating, red-faced, and panting from both exhaustion and the drug's effects. Yet she still tried to move, and, trembling, would have collapsed if Mic hadn't jumped low to catch her.

"Please let me help," he begged her desperately. "I don't wanna see you hurting."

Midnight nodded. "I know it's embarrassing, but we're going to do everything we can to make things easier for you." She paused to check the agitated cat woman's face, staring intently into her eyes. "Pupils are huge. She's getting worse fast and it's going to start hurting like hell soon."

"Fine. Mic, Since we can't stop this for now, go along with it. Drag things out if need be." Aizawa pointed toward the farthest corner of the small area they were confined in. "Take her there. I'll make a barrier with my capture thread for you two, like a privacy screen."

"Th - thanks," the blond man stammered nervously.

"Oh, what now?" Midnight jammed a hand on her hip and glared angrily at him.

"Promise you won't listen?" His face had grown so red he looked like he was going to pass out. "Wear my headphones, Kayama." He tossed them at her.

"Oh for the love of -!"

"Just do it," Aizawa grunted. "You're the 18+ Hero, remember? He's got every right to expect you to snoop."

She grumbled something under her breath but she put them on.

"Okay." Mic hesitantly walked over and knelt by the distressed cat woman. He sighed shakily and touched her face, exclaiming when he felt how hot she was. "Oh no! Poor Ches. M'sorry, look, I'm - I promise I'll help." Swallowing hard, he bent down, lowering them both to the floor with him balancing lightly on top. She hungrily pressed back with a soft mewling sound that tore at his heart so roughly he found the courage he needed at last.

"S'okay," he murmured. "I love you, baby, an' I swear I'll do anything for ya. Even if you wanna forget this afterwards..." His throat tightened, his eyes tearing up, but he croaked out, "I'll do it. I'll make love to ya an' then make like it never huh - happened."

Her large purple eyes held his until he couldn't take it anymore and buried his head in her neck. Despite his grief his hands were moving, carefully unfastening just enough layers below so he could have access. "No kissing," he promised. "That's - that's for lovers, an' I know you don't feel the same way about me. I'm sorry. Least I can do -" He gulped, bit his lip, and pulled himself free of his boxer briefs, "is give you that dignity."

Clothed sex was difficult but he managed out if necessity to thrust into her quivering body. She gasped and he had to forcibly restrain himself to avoid kissing her to comfort and show his love. Instead he grimly bucked forward, his hips picking up a quick, natural rhythm as his pleasure peaked. Mic turned his head and crammed the heel of one hand in his mouth, swallowing hard. His brow was tightly drawn up and eyes closed, but tears were slipping out from the corners nonetheless.

"Sorry," he whined, his voice doubly strained from pleasure and mental anguish. "A- Almost ..."

His green-gold eyes were closed so that he wouldn't see her expression. He felt it would be easier on them both if eye contact was avoided, but she seemed intent on watching him as closely as possible. Her hands trembled weakly on either side and every few seconds they would twitch violently as she struggled to lift them.

He couldn't help it. Desperate to not offend the woman he loved by crying out with pleasure, he held back so hard it came out in tears instead. He wept, dropping his forehead to her neck as he shuddered through his orgasm.

"Zashi."

"Ches?" He was startled at her use of his given name. "Wanna you clean yourself up? I've got tissues in here somewhere..."

As they were tucking themselves back in Elly tried to use a bit of those tissues to contain his excess ejaculation. The only reason she could move at all was because he had come inside her, but damned if his come was staying inside her. It was everywhere!

Mic kept his face turned away, kneeling next to her with his fists on his legs and his face bright red in complete mortification. It was an embarrassingly large amount, even she should know that. He had been not only pent up but overly excited by the prospect of loving her. He swallowed nervously and fidgeted on the hard floor, hoping she didn't say anything.

"Yamada!" Midnight tossed his earphones at him and he caught them out of reflex.

"What th' - hey! How'd you know it was safe to look?!"

"I didn't," she shrugged. "But Ectoplasm got us an escape. It's small, but we can all fit." She pointed at a ray of light from the outside shining in.

"You go. I need to carry Ches up there."

"Okay." She wriggled through and then held her hands out. "Pass her up. Quick, Eraser's got a signal again and he called an ambulance while you two were together."

Elly flopped over his shoulder, tired again. Her energy spent, she could barely keep her eyes open and passed out with the smell of leather and sweet hair product in her nostrils.

She woke up not in a hospital bed but at the U.A campus. She could just make out the tall silhouette of studded shoulder pads and thick neck gear headed away from her as she opened her eyes. The rustle of his hair seemed very loud in the still room.

"No, Mic! Please!" She gasped weakly, making a massive effort to reach for him that fell a long ways short.

He froze at once. "Ches?"

"I still need you," she whimpered.

"But yer healed - Recovery Girl said --"

"I heard everything you said when I was drugged," she wept softly. "I don't want to let you go!"

He rushed over to her side, stumbling over his own feet in his excitement. "Oh, baby, does that mean..?!"

"I love you so much it hurts," she cried. "I would have chosen you if I could've spoken, you idiot!"

He fell heavily to his knees beside her on the bed, his face turned up to the ceiling, and wailed in relief and happy tears until Chiyo rushed in and sedated him.

"Geez, girl! You'll have us all deaf if you don't learn how to handle him soon."

Elly sighed and pulled his head closer to her. "I'm a quick learner."