A Marked Man

"Cheshire's coming?" Aizawa grimaced lightly, shaking back his dark hair. Hizashi nodded. The two friends were walking down the halls of the school to get back to their respective classrooms after lunch.

"Uh huh... and hey! There she is!" Hizashi was completely in Present Mic mode. He clapped his gloved hands together sharply, whistling when he saw the swish of a bright purple striped tail rounding a corner of the school hallway. The woman it was attached to heard him and poked her head back around. Her cat's ears flicked, a broad grin spreading across her face.

"Mic!"

Aizawa groaned. "You two -" He started, but the counselor had already hurled herself at them with lightning speed.

Elly stuck her tongue out at the grumpy homeroom teacher and ducked under the Voice Hero's arm.

"Remember we're goin' for drinks tonight, Ches?"

"Yeah!"

He squeezed her side briefly and she rubbed her cheek on the arm of his jacket, laughing happily. "See you then!"

"Righteous." He shot double finger guns at her, clicking his tongue as he pulled the triggers.

"Hizashi," Aizawa said, frowning as he glanced back over his shoulder at the departing counselor. "How long has that been going on?"

The blond man blinked ingenuously at him, his eyes innocent and wide behind orange-tinted, prescription sunglasses. "Huh?"

His cranky friend jerked a thumb down the hall. "How long has she been scent marking you?"

"Marking - what? The heck are you talking about?" He popped the tab on his can of coffee and downed half in several gulps.

"When a cat rubs or pushes its head against you it's marking you with scent in a show of affiliation. It serves to maintain a connection within a group of individuals."

Hizashi stared blankly at him. "Uh..."

"If she's marking you, she wants you to be part of her life," he told the blond man bluntly. "She likes you, idiot."

"Of course she likes me," he snorted, tossing his head as if his hair were loose and not waxed up in that huge cockatoo plume. "Everyone likes me. I'm friendly, unlike a certain grouchy someone."

Aizawa passed a hand over his tired gray eyes. "No, Hizashi," he said firmly. "I mean she's romantically interested in you."

The Voice Hero reached his classroom door and paused in the act of reaching out to grasp the handle. The sun glasses slipped down his nose and he stared incredulously at his friend. "You said whaaaat?"

He shook his head, bemused. "You heard me. Do what you will with the information." And with that, he turned and shuffled off to his own room.

Hizashi was left with his mouth hanging open in the middle of the hallway. Several students passed him, glancing his way and then hurrying by. He finally shook himself at least partially together and darted down to his next class. He was distracted enough so that the kids noticed but not enough to let them skim through without homework, to their dismay.

He spent the rest of the day wondering what he should do with this new information.

Should he ...flirt?

Sure, in hindsight he could see they had been fooling around for awhile. The innocent seeming touches had turned to hugs, the glances stolen lingered a little longer now and sometimes their eyes would meet and hold warmly.

When had their relationship changed? He couldn't remember but knew it was at least a few months ago when he had called her "babe" for the first time - a slip of the tongue, he'd used it only in his mind previously -- and she blushed and allowed it.

He thought about it all day and into the night. And when he was showering, washing the product out of his hair, he finally decided.

I'm gonna go for it!

It was one thing to firmly declare in his mind that was the plan, though, and another to implement it. Hizashi had dressed simply, like he usually did, in a doubled shirt combo and khaki pants. Two necklaces - one gold, one silver -- rested lightly on the red shirt underneath the longer-sleeved black one he wore as a light jacket. A red beaded bracelet dangled loosely from one wrist. His long blond hair was tied up in a bun, the shorter hairs spiking up along his neck in the back. He hadn't a clue how to proceed with his idea, but when he saw the counselor walk in wearing a simple black dress and a leather collar with a charm attached, he acted on instinct.

"Wow, babe," he whistled lowly, taking in her outfit in its entirety. His greenish-gold eyes widened as he sucked in a gulp of air. "You look excellent tonight."

Elly's ears flicked once and she smiled. "Thanks, Yamada," she murmured. "You do, too."

He wrinkled his nose and leaned towards her in a conspiratorial manner, lowering his voice. "I'd be okay, yanno, with you using my given name."

Her eyes widened and the light blush on her cheeks grew until her face was flaming. "That's - that's uh... okay. I'd like that, Hizashi. You can call me whatever you like, too. I know my given name comes out a bit too much like common ones in Japan..."

He reached out and touched her shoulder lightly, smiling. "Elly." It came out sounding better than most here could pronounce it, but still accented. "But Ches is okay?" She nodded, and he leaned closer.

"H - Hizashi..?"

"Or baby? Ooh, how about babygirl?" He dropped his hand, grasping her wrist this time with a light squeeze. He spoke the term of endearment in English, causing her heart to flutter even more. "C'mon, babygirl, let's get you a drink."

She couldn't speak, only nodded. He took this as a positive sign and led her to the table the rest were seated at to order. Elly grinned nervously at the other teachers as he not only made sure to seat her beside him, but pulled her extra close.

"Hey, Yamada, you decide to make a move or you just need some free counseling?" Kayama snickered.

They all teased him, but after a few drinks the others soon left them to their own devices. Hizashi was careful to only drink one beer since he had driven over in the hopes of taking her back home. And when they were ready to leave, he took a deep breath and went for it.

"Hey, uh," he stammered nervously as he stroked a lock of purple hair back from her cheek. "You wanna keep this party going?"

Elly raised her eyebrows at him. "Mmmn?"

Hizashi took another breath and bit his lower lip, grinning shyly at her. "M'askin' if you want to come back to my place, baby?"

Her light gasp nearly paralyzed him with a sudden, terrifying fear of rejection. His grin became slightly pained as he cringed, waiting for the slap to come. She raised her hand and he closed his eyes tight.

Why do they always hit?!

But Elly's hand caressed his cheek gently instead of striking it, stroking down and toying with the point of one side of his mustache. "Zashi," she purred seductively, "are you asking me to come play?"

He suddenly couldn't swallow past the lump in his throat. "Uh..!"

Ohmigod she's being way too cute!

"Shh. Breathe." She lightly touched his throat and he wheezed.

"Yer wreckin' me, Ches!"

"Not yet," she snickered wickedly. "I'm saving that for later."

The ride back to campus was exhilarating. He was thrilled to see that she took an interest in his beloved car and knew it was an antique. They chatted casually, yet whenever he stopped for a light he reached over and their hands touched. They were both glad it didn't take long before they were parking in the lot at the campus.

Hizashi got out as she did and walked quickly over to her. Elly paused, thinking maybe he wanted to hold her while they walked, but instead he pressed her into the side of the car with his body. Hizashi kissed her, his hands resting on either side of her head. She parted her lips the moment he dabbed his tongue questioningly inside, and the kiss deepened.

His mustache was furrier, softer than she expected. The points were more like Dali's than Flynn's - grown up and out, not fully on his skin. The fuzz tickled gently, and his lips were smooth and full.

She never wanted the moment to end, but of course they needed to breathe eventually.

"Sorry, couldn't wait," he admitted with a sheepish chuckle as they parted with soft gasps. "I, uh... whoa!"

She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again, this time dragging his lip between her teeth and sucking on it. He groaned and scooped her up in his arms, stumbling towards the complex the staff lived in. He somehow managed to unlock his door with his hands full of squirming, purring woman and slipped inside.

"Hah ... here, couch," he panted amidst kisses, leaning down to place her on the first available piece of furniture. She laid back, reaching out to him as he knelt atop her. Hizashi grinned and shucked his outer shirt off, tossing it carelessly onto the floor. Elly smiled at him and clasped her arms about his neck, pulling him down to her. Her hands slid under his red t-shirt and he bit his lip, squirming and trying to remember to control his quirk when he moaned. Every part of his body felt overly sensitive, her fingertips grazing his skin sparking flashes of heat and electricity wherever she touched.

He hoped he was making her feel the same. If he were to judge based on her meltingly passionate expression, he thought he was doing a pretty good job.

"H - Hih - zashiii..." The syrupy quality of her voice made him shiver. Her eyes had closed as he stroked her breasts through the thin fabric of the dress but they fluttered open when he hummed suggestively.

"I can't go any farther without takin' this whole thing off, baby," he whispered. "Is that what you want, or ..?"

His eyes were on her in the way she'd always dreamed, hot and swirling with passion. The concentric circles seemed to spin as he sighed and caressed the side of her face.

"Yes," she said simply, holding his hand to her cheek.

The blond man sucked in a huge lungful of air, and he pressed one hand to his mouth to stifle the joyful cry that wanted to spill out.

"...as long as you take yours off, too," she added with a twinkle in her eye.

"You've got a deal." He immediately slipped out of his shirt, revealing a rippling abdomen and chest only partially covered in golden hair. Her fingers went straight to the puff in the middle to stroke, trailing lower to trace it down to the waistband of his khakis. "Hey," he complained jokingly, "You better watch what y'doing down there."

"Oh, I'm definitely watching."

His neck grew hotter, and the flush spread to his chest, mottling it in hectic spots of color as she unbuttoned his pants. "Uh. Oh, yeah, I guess you would wanna see..."

"Of course I do. You're gorgeous, Zashi." She looked up at him, sweating a little with his short brows drawn up into a point on his forehead. "I mean it. I never thought you would be interested in me."

He caught her wrist before she could pull the zipper down. "Ches," he said in a serious tone, his voice deepening, "I didn't think you would want me. And, um... look, I gotta level with ya. I'm a little self conscious of my size."

Her eyes softened considerably. "Hizashi Yamada," she purred, "Your body will be perfect to me no matter what."

His heart skipped a beat. "'Kay, just ... don't be scared," he mumbled.

Elly unzipped him with caution and he shimmied out of his lower clothing, kicking them with a mild curse to the floor to lay with his shirts. Her eyebrows raised a little as she cupped the bulge in his red boxer-briefs.

"Oh," she murmured softly.

"Heh." He bit his lip.

"So that really is all you."

"Yeah." He rubbed the back of his neck, sweating harder.

"Do you want to maybe take my dress off first?"

He nodded gratefully, taking her in his arms. The necklaces bounced on his chest as he moved and she smiled, running a finger across them. "Lemme get you hot, baby."

"I'm already there," she chuckled. "You - ohhh. Hizashi, wow. Yes." She tipped her head back as he began pecking little kisses all over her upper body. The dress she wore showed modest cleavage, and he dipped lower, sliding a warm, wet tongue between her breasts. Elly's breathing picked up and she stroked the back of his head, her fingers catching in the bun and tugging some more of his hair free. The strands fell down to tickle his cheeks and he absently tucked them behind his ears. His fingers touched the stems of his glasses when he did and he nodded and took them off, folding them and placing them on a table nearby.

"Sit up?"

"Yeah." She did, and he fumbled for the zipper down her back, slowly freeing her of her dress. She had to stand all the way so he could slip it off, and as he did he pressed his face to her exposed belly, kissing everywhere he could reach. "Let me - oh, god, let me sit back down..."

He grinned and pulled her into his lap, his mouth aiming for hers as she straddled him. "Perfect," he sighed dreamily, his fingers unhooking the clasp of her bra.

That's when she learned the Voice Hero was very fond of using his mouth even when he wasn't producing any sound. Well, he was, but technically not from his lips. She cried out continuously, gasping and moaning as he lovingly suckled on her nipples. His left hand toyed with one while his mouth attached to the other, then he would switch until the pleasure he teased from the swollen nubs was almost unbearable.

Her hands kneaded his upper back restlessly. "Please, I want - I need..."

He nuzzled once more and then backed up. "Bedroom."

"Yes."

"Enthusiastic consent," he hummed, pleased. "You are so freakin' awesome." Hizashi put his glasses back on. She purred her agreement and rested her head on his shoulder when he picked her up. He carried her swiftly to his bed and pulled the sheets back so she could cuddle up. The bedroom was very dark, the only light the moon shining through the blinds onto them as they came together. Hizashi smiled and rolled on top of her, propping himself on his hands so as not to burden her with his weight. More tendrils of his hair had fallen free and he ignored them as they kissed.

"What..." Music filled the air; a popular romantic song that she knew fairly well. "Zashi?"

"I, uh." He held up his phone, hidden in his palm on the bed. "I know ya can't see it right now, but I gotta extensive music system set up. I made a playlist for us, if we ever, uh - you know..." Hizashi paused. "I dreamed about this a lot," he added in a very low voice. "About you. Us."

"Ohmigod," she whispered softly. "That's so romantic."

He blushed harder and ducked his head. "Heh. I hope you like the music. Wouldn't wanna kill the mood!"

Her hands ran through his hair once more, this time unraveling the rest so his golden locks fell down in a shimmering cascade about his shoulders and back. "Nothing can kill this mood."

"Mmn. So..."

"I'm on birth control," she told him matter-of-factly. "You get your tests done at the start of the month, too?"

"Uh huh. Clean, or I can't do hero work."

"Me too."

"Good. Do you, uh, want a condom anyway?" He nodded to the side of the bed. "Kayama keeps shoving handfuls at me but I don't, ah, ever need them."

"Until now," she teased, laughing. "But, no. No, wait. I didn't mean that. I'm okay without."

He raised an eyebrow, one eye large and the other squinting at her. Once again he had removed those red rimmed glasses and his eyes were bare. They stared deeply into her own. "You sure?"

"Only because it's you. Yes. I've never done it without protection before, but I want this. It should be safe."

"Ahhh, shit - you tellin' me you want me that much?" His brow drew even tighter and he passed a hand over his face. "Listen, Ches - if ya didn't get it already, I'm so in love with you."

Her happy little cry made his heart pound. "I love you, too!"

He set his forehead on hers and sighed. "Hot damn. All right!"

They laughed in unison, hands grasping each other's final pieces of clothing. Hers went easily, panties of purple silk he slid down her legs as he whistled appreciatively. Elly pulled out and down to free him, and he gulped loudly. He'd forgotten his unease but now -

"Ohhh, Hizashi."

"Baby?" He slowly cracked one eyelid, hoping from her soft tone she wasn't frightened. "Uh..."

His member lay heavily on his inner thigh, dark red at the tip and leaking. He was far above average in length and her shocked gasp was amazed. He bit his lip, holding still and groaning when her fingers curled around him to give an experimental tug.

"You were afraid I'd be scared," she said quietly. He nodded, not trusting himself to speak. "That means others reacted badly to your body," she went on, her voice trembling.

"It's a myth everyone wants bigger," he coughed, embarrassed. "I've been turned down. And the other thing I hear a lot is guys with big dicks think they don't have to do much, so they suck at sex."

"Oh, Zashi, no... I'm not afraid of you. This," she rubbed gently, just under the sensitive head and he moaned. "This is part of you, and you're so good and kind. Not to mention sexy as hell," she grinned, flashing her fangs at him.

"For real?"

"Yeah, for real." Elly kissed him on the nose. "Here, see for yourself what you did to me." She guided his hand below and his eyes widened as he felt her wetness.

"Wow," he breathed. "You feel ready already." He wriggled his eyebrows at her. "A - Are you ready?"

"Yes."

Hizashi shifted around, angling himself and rubbing the tip of his erection on her body. "I'll go slow, 'kay? You gotta get used to me first."

She nodded and slipped her legs around him. He took a deep breath and flexed his lower half, thrusting inside and moving smoothly until his belly lat flat on hers.

"Ohhhh."

"I'm - I'm gonna move." He drew a shaky breath and pulled back, thrusting in as before. "S - still green, babe?"

"Yeah." She smiled warmly at him. "You feel very good." Her striped tail flicked slowly, stirring the sheets on one side.

He gasped, his heart swelling with pride at her statement. "Hold on, then. Yer so hot, I - I didn't know it would feel like this!"

His movement picked up, though he was still very cautious. After several minutes of frenzied thrusting she wailed his name and he froze, his eyes huge with alarm.

"Hizashi!"

"Oh shit, Ches, did I hurt you?!"

She shook her head, her short, purple hair splaying messily out on his pillow. "You're not hurting me, no, you're so gentle and it's so sweet... oh, 'Zashi!" Her cries grew higher pitched, breathier, and she squeezed him tightly around the waist with her legs. "Oh god, yes! Yes!"

Her final throes of pleasure pushed him over the edge and he whined loudly, hips bucking hard and fast. "Sh - shit... gotta try not to quirk out! Ungh, baby, hold yer hands over yer ears, quick!"

She clapped her hands over her furry ears and watched with love and a great deal of amusement as he threw his head back, his mouth open wide. She still heard the shout, and felt it besides, a force that washed over her and rattled the entire building.

Hizashi hung his head, face hidden in his long hair as he regained control of his breathing. When he finally spoke his voice was subdued, shaken. "Nothing broke? You okay?"

"I think we're fine." She glanced around. "No one came running, anyway. Isn't that a good sign?"

"Hey, yeah!" He brightened considerably. "I'm sorry for losing control of my quirk - I don't, you know, usually do that. Really. You're special."

Elly's smile widened and she brushed his hair back so she could look into his eyes. He grimaced slightly and pulled out of her, wincing at the sticky feeling. He'd come far too much... would she know?

If she did, she said nothing, just a brief mention that she needed to use the bathroom. He told her where it was and while she was gone, cleaned himself marginally up with some tissues from the bedside. When she came back he was waiting with his arms held out for her to snuggle close.

"Oh, this is nice," she purred happily, burrowing under the sheets next to his warmth. He kissed her forehead affectionately and she rubbed her cheek on his.

"Hmm," he murmured, "Y'know, this all started when Shota told me you were marking me earlier."

She paused in the act itself. "Oh, really?"

"Yep." He grinned at her. "I was a big chicken about tellin' you how I felt. Sounds dumb now, huh?"

"Nah." She kissed him and he returned the favor, softly mouthing her lips. "As long as we're together now, everything is great."

"Mmn. That's right."