Quality and Quantity

"Okay." U.A's counselor cleared her throat and looked over at her three colleagues sitting on the sofa in the common room. She sighed, her striped tail lashing slowly back and forth behind her as she thought how to proceed.

"Sup? You said this was a mandatory thing," Present Mic said cheerfully, swinging one long leg over the other. Yamada, she reminded herself. He's in casual clothing, so he's technically not working right now. She scanned the others briefly.

Yamada (Mic) ... Kayama (Midnight) ... and Aizawa (Eraserhead). She'd picked them because they were all fairly close and she knew how a chat like this might end up, especially with Kayama around.

"I know." She smiled faintly. "It's about the sudden rash of fanfics and art depicting faculty members and being distributed by the students. This is to help you talk to them and not absolutely freak out when faced with things like this."

Kayama's interest was definitely peaked. She was grinning from ear to ear, seated at the very edge of the couch as if to pounce. Elly groaned inwardly.

"Like what?" The Voice Hero asked.

"Like this. You first, Yamada." Elly tapped on the device she held and then handed him the tablet, set to a popular fanfic site. He quickly scanned the short story she selected.

"The frick is up with, 'the blond' this, an' 'the blond' that? The blond who? What? It makes me sound like some cheap floozy! Geez."

Kayama burst into laughter. "Do blonds really have more fun? Because you don't seem like it."

He read on, his eyes narrowing as he scanned the rest of the fiction quickly. "Ugh, whaaat? I don't have freckles, tattoos, piercings..."

"You're not gay or bi, either." She squinted over his shoulder. "Or have you been hiding a romantic attachment to men from us? Is that why you grew the mustache?"

His face scrunched up. "Che-e-s-s!" He whined, turning to the cat woman standing in front of the coffee table with two fingers pinching the bridge of her nose in exasperation. "Why do we need to be briefed on this?!"

"I like his mustache, Kayama," Elly murmured. "All right. It might be disturbing for us to actually see -" She paused as the other woman coughed. "Some of us," she amended, and Kayama's smirk grew larger. "Anyway, fanfics and art are a healthy way for people of any age to explore their sexuality. Among other ideas they have in general, of course. And anyway, it's not all sexual."

The dark-haired woman snickered wickedly at this. "A lot is, though. And hey, Yamada, if you want to be truly freaked out, check out the 'EraserMicElly' tag."

"Ohhh, no. No wayyyyyy." Yamada set the tablet down on the table with a panicked look. "Me an' Shota an' Ches?!"

Aizawa suddenly looked up from where he had been blearily staring out the window. "What was that?"

"You guys're a popular ship." Kayama handed the homeroom teacher her phone, already loaded to an art site. He clicked one of the thumbnails, frowning, and everyone took notice as his hair flew up. His eyes remained dark, but his face turned bright red. He handed the phone hurriedly back to the wildly laughing 18+ Hero, who briefly showed Elly as well.

The counselor sighed. "This is why I started with you three first."

"Because we're awesome?"

"Yes, Yamada," she sighed. "Because you're awesome." Her ears flicked as she spoke in a sardonic tone. Aizawa snorted, the sound suspiciously close to laughter.

"Aw." He pouted harder. "An' I told you, y'can call me Hizashi."

"Oh?" Kayama's eyebrows shot up. "Can I do that?"

"No." He folded his arms and glared at her. "You won't even call me Mic at school, so you don't get that privilege."

"Sure, okay. But what's got you so red in the face? You want her to call you by your given name... oooooh!"

Hizashi shook his head vehemently. "Oh no. No, Kayama, nuh uh, wait!"

"You like her!" Her dark eyes lit up outrageously and she pointed a triumphant finger at Elly. "You do! Look how much redder he got, Ches!"

Elly shook her head. "C'mon, you guys can't be harder to talk to than the kids..."

"Think again." Aizawa yawned and stretched, shouldering halfway out of his yellow sleeping bag. "These clowns are too loud. You want to go somewhere quiet instead?"

"You too, Aizawa?!" Kayama screeched in bewildered delight. "Oh my gosh! I thought you were just being a prude before. Did that fanart of you three getting it on wreck you that badly?"

Aizawa's jaw clenched so hard they could all see the muscle ripple. "Nothing, as you say, 'wrecks' me."

"Challenge accepted." Kayama tapped her brightly painted lips with an equally bright fingernail. "Hmmm... then how about you both kiss her? At the same time?"

"Are you fuckin' crazy?!"

Elly sat down hard on the floor as the entire building shook. "Hizashi!"

The Voice Hero clamped his lips shut, eyes expressing his apology. He hummed softly, soothingly, as he walked over to help her up.

"Idiot," Aizawa grunted painfully, "you're lucky you didn't break anything this time. Just ignore Kayama; you know how she gets. It's in her hero title, after all."

"Oh, shush, you big grump. I totally dare you to kiss 'em both!" She pounded on the table. "C'mon!"

Elly's ears flattened back. "I think I should be going." She got up to leave, but saw Aizawa's flushed face and Hizashi's pleading eyes. "Wait - you two want me to do it, don't you?!"

The taciturn man grunted and turned further away but Hizashi clutched her hand in his, tugging on it. "I uh, do really wanna kiss you!"

"But..!"

"He does, too, but he's too stubborn to admit it." Aizawa slapped his friend on the back of the head. "Ouch!"

"I'm not giving in to a dare like a kindergartner, Hizashi."

"Then I will." He impetuously cupped the back of her neck and pulled her to him. Aizawa slipped silently up and when she parted from his friend with a shocked gasp, he grasped her left side and quickly pressed his mouth to hers, sliding into a deep, soulful kiss that caused Kayama to both applaud him and then excuse herself out.

These three definitely needed to be alone.

Elly whimpered, wondering how things had progressed so fast. She lost all thought when the Voice Hero nudged his friend over and took the other half of her mouth, adding his tongue to the one already teasing hers.

Two men ... two gorgeous men kissing her at the same time! What was happening?!

Hizashi hummed in the back of his throat, his quirk vibrating through all of them. Aizawa, not to be outdone, reached out and took her hand, bringing it between them in an oddly touching fashion.

"Guys, guys ... wait!"

"I'm through waiting," Aizawa declared. "Zashi?"

"Yeah me too," he agreed all in one breath, his spiralled eyes never leaving hers. "Mnnn... I'm not a jealous man, baby. Let's go in somebody's bedroom an' see who comes out on top."

Her jaw dropped.

"My apartment is closer." Aizawa picked her up. The sensation of being swept off her feet so easily, as if she were a child again, caused her to go limp in his arms. His plain black t-shirt smelled like coffee and energy drink, and before she knew it, she was purring as she sniffed, nuzzling the soft fabric.

"But mine," Hizashi quipped lightly, "has furniture. Like, I dunno ... a bed, for starters."

"Fine," the dark-haired man huffed. "Let's go."

They walked out into the cool night air to the complex where the teachers lived. Elly kept her head buried in the homeroom teacher's chest until she heard the rattle of a doorknob that announced they were entering Hizashi's home.

She'd been here before and loved the decor: kitsch fashion that had been the style in the seventies. He had a plush couch with obnoxiously patterned throw pillows, records on the walls and lava lamps on end tables. The men kicked their shoes off and she was carried further inside to be laid on the waterbed in the back. The reality of their situation finally sank in and she scrambled backwards, eyes wide as Hizashi removed his outer shirt.

"Look, guys - I don't want a fling. I want to have a relationship! You can't have that with three people!"

"Sure you can!" Hizashi was optimistic. "Or, uh, anyway, I bet we could make it work." He fiddled with the red beaded bracelet he wore on one wrist. "I'd do anything for you."

"Try it again," Aizawa suggested.

"Try what again?"

"Kiss me." He caressed the side of her head in one hand, his eyes staring deeply into her own. "Or shall I have to come to you?" Aizawa stepped forward and lightly mouthed her lips. His stubble scratched slightly, but his touch was full of tenderness. She trembled and let his tongue slip inside to patiently lick and tease.

Her purple eyes were dreamy when they finally parted.

"Now kiss him." He gestured to Hizashi, who obligingly took his place, sliding his hands low and gripping the base of her tail.

"But -!"

"Shhh." His voice thrummed with passion as he squeezed her tight. Hizashi's mouth was just as warm and wet, but that's where the similarities ended. Where there had been stubble there was instead smooth skin, except for the furry points of his mustache. They swept across her upper lip ticklishly as he moaned and pressed harder, deeper. He was eager and impulsive, and her breathing grew even more ragged. She sank into his arms, whispering his name. When she opened her eyes again she was gazing into those swirling, concentric pupils in a dazed fashion. One of his hands stroked her hair and his smile was sweet and kind.

"Hizashi."

"That's my name."

She felt the bed dip behind her. Aizawa knelt, circling his arms around her waist. "And?" The dark-haired man prompted.

"Damn it," she muttered. Then, louder and clearer, "Okay, you win, Aizawa. I love you both."

He turned to her side, his bloodshot eyes regarding her with amusement. "Am I still 'Aizawa' to you after all that?"

She cleared her throat in confusion. "Um."

"If you're calling him Hizashi, you can go ahead and use my given name as well."

"Sh - Shota?"

He nodded, the hint of a smile playing about his lips. "That's good," he murmured. "I like that."

"You two can keep calling me 'Ches', then," she shrugged weakly. "Since my first name is, well... since it sounds like a popular one here."

"I love you, baby," Hizashi blurted out. His smile grew even sunnier and he kissed her once more, lingering, his curved lips gentle.

Shota rolled his eyes at him. "Could I have the front, please, for a moment? I believe it's best if I look into Ches' eyes for this as well."

"Oops." He chuckled and stepped to the side.

Shota grinned crookedly at her and touched her furry ears. "I love you, too."

"Oh."

"There, now, all three of us are in agreement." He rubbed at the back of his neck, looking off into the distance. "Correct?"

"Yeah, I guess we are." She sounded surprised.

"Then unless you're truly uncomfortable, we're three healthy, clean, consenting adults."

"I am on birth control."

"Good."

"Yep." Hizashi reached out and touched a finger to the tip of her nose. "Sho and I, we've worked together for more than a decade, baby. We know how to communicate. I know yer gonna love this."

"Clothes," Shota snorted cryptically.

"Yeah, let's strip to our undies so we can snuggle, huh?"

Since Shota was in front of her, she saw his body first. Elly paused in the act of taking her pants off as he wrenched himself out of his shirt in one fluid movement. The tired-looking man's body wasn't exactly what she expected at all. She knew his strength but had been misled from his posture and all the naps. He was firmly, impossibly built, with an impressive row of abdominal muscles and pronounced pelvic lines that tracked down into his pants.

Hizashi chuckled from behind her and she huffed, annoyed at herself for staring. She reached for him instead, and he came willingly into her embrace as his pants slud down to the floor. Elly's hands wandered over the rough scars covering his body, tracing the ones she could see and lingering on those she couldn't. Shota sighed heavily, his hands twitching on her back.

"He really likes that," Hizashi snickered, pointing at the bulge in his friend's underwear.

Shota glared at him but his features softened noticeably when she reached down to let her fingertips brush his rigid form. The blond man, meanwhile, had shed the rest of his clothing - leaving his necklaces, bracelet and socks on -- and was curling around behind her on the bed. He spooned close and nuzzled at the nape of her neck, brushing his lips across the skin and tickling her with the soft hair of his mustache. Elly felt his hot tongue slide over her neck, close by her throat, and shivered.

Shota took note of this and tilted her head back with a gentle touch, nipping with his teeth. While Hizashi licked and kissed he bit down and sucked with every intent to bruise the skin.

"Oh my god, Shota!"

"Too much, babe?" Hizashi peered over at what the other man was doing.

"N - no..."

"Do your side, too, Zashi." Shota's voice was muffled as he pressed into her neck. "One mark for each of us. You'd like that, hmm, kitten?"

"Oh god," she groaned. Her striped tail cut frantically through the air, whapping on Hizashi's naked side.

"Hey, careful with that thing!" He yelped, laughing. "Okay, okay. That means yes."

"How - how do we even go about something like this?" She asked after what seemed like an eternity of torturous pleasure.

"Mmm," Hizashi hummed as he thought. "Look, Sho, how's about I make it easier, huh? You've never had sex before. Go first; I'll jump on after." Aizawa glared at him so hard he flinched. "Whaaat?"

"Thank you for announcing my ineptitude," he ground out between clenched teeth. "Maybe you should take her now and I'll lay behind. I can get off that way."

"But -"

"It's okay." He shrugged. "If we want our first time together to be good for her, we should do it this way. I'll get next time."

"Awright, baby, that means you an' me."

She sighed, part of her still convinced this was a dream, and turned to face Hizashi. His body was no less impressive than his friend, just lighter skinned and with less battle damage. He had a curious puff of golden hair right in the middle of his chest, unlike the hairier Shota, but it trailed low on his belly to blend into his pubic hair just the same.

He also sighed as their arms wrapped around each other, and she realized with a start that her body was exciting them just as much. Blushing, they kissed while Shota pulled the remaining pieces of their clothing off the bed and into a communal pile.

"Move over," he muttered as he crawled over to the pillows. They settled with him sitting up, Elly laying on him like he was the world's fleshiest easy chair. Hizashi grinned at the sight and knelt before them, his erection curving up towards his belly.

"You all set?" Without waiting for an answer, he kissed her and stroked a hand down her side. She saw him maneuvering around and licked her lips, spreading her legs in invitation.

His first movement was slow and careful. When she moaned and dug her fingers in his shoulders, however, he ground his body against hers faster.

Hizashi thrust rhythmically forward, pacing himself as best he could in his excitement. Shota embraced her from behind, panting against her neck as he rubbed on her back. His hot breath ghosted over her sweaty skin, giving her goosebumps and causing her to shiver.

"Shota," she gasped.

"Hnf." His reply was brief; a low grunt. He did, however, reach around to caress her breasts. Though they were bouncing around he managed to grasp a double handful, his fingers automatically seeking the hardened nipples to squeeze. She cried out and Hizashi squinted, taking in what was happening at a glance. Tendrils of blond hair had slipped free of his bun and he tossed them back with an impatient shake of his head.

"Feel good, huh?" He pulled almost all the way out, muscles trembling with effort. Shota held out a breast and he caught the tip in his mouth.

"Zashi! Please don't stop!"

"Hmm. Just takin' a break, lover." He nibbled and she moaned. "Hey, Sho, reach around and rub her clit for me, huh?"

Her eyes popped open. "What? Wait!"

Hizashi giggled evilly. "Uh uh. Gonna make you scream like me, kiddo." He kissed her softly, distracting her while Shota's fingers wormed their way to their target. He dipped inside the warmth and wet, grazing Hizashi in the process and making the blond man jump. "Careful!"

"Shut up." Shota closed his eyes with an intense look of concentration. "Ahh. There we are. Pretty swollen and quite sensitive now, aren't we, Ches?"

"Please!" She bucked upwards, gasping, only to have her cries stifled by her partner on top. Hizashi thrust his tongue in her mouth, mimicking the act she so desperately wanted him to continue.

"Tell me when yer super close, baby. I'm'a give it to you then, an' only then!"

"Oh god, oh please Zashi ... Shota! I want it, I want it so bad..!"

Shota lazily rubbed in tight circles, drifting to the sides to caress the folds of skin that normally covered the little button of flesh. "In time. It will be better if you relax and enjoy this." He nodded to Hizashi. "She's close. Pull out and rub on her with your tip."

He withdrew his fingers and Elly sobbed momentarily at the loss, even though she heard and knew what was to happen. Hizashi continued the direct stimulation with the head of his dripping penis, biting his lip and sweating as he watched her squirm.

"H - Hih - Hizashi! I'm..!"

"Ahhhh! Yer beautiful, baby!" He parted her with a moist sound and didn't stop this time, pounding away as hard and fast as he could while her cries grew in intensity. The tingling and tension in her loins burst all at once with a shock of electricity so powerful her toes curled.

Shota let out a muffled gasp, stiffening behind her as she sobbed out a mingled shout of both their names. His messy, black hair shot up and he squeezed his eyes tight as he was relieved of the mounting pressure in his body. Elly's orgasm was so fierce she barely felt the hot, sticky fluid jetting up her back when he came.

Hizashi took just a few moments longer. He continued to cant his hips, reaching inside her as deep as he could while she tightened around him. His necklaces bounced on his chest as he threw his head back with a joyous scream.

They lay there only for a few minutes before Shota could be heard snoring.

Elly's incredulous look was the most hilarious thing Hizashi had seen all day, and he clapped a hand to his mouth to stifle laughter as he gently disengaged from her body. "Yeah, uh, I kinda expected that. Here, we can wake him up once we get clean, okay?"

"I guess..." She stood on wobbly legs and blinked down at him, sweaty, messy and definitely asleep. One corner of his mouth was curled up in a half smile.

The two of them smiled back at him, and then each other.