Uninhibited 1 (Zashi)

The trio stared at the metal cage the villain had laughingly dumped them in front of. Cheshire, U.A's counselor and Pro Hero, was locked up tightly and unable to help herself. She had been bait that they couldn't ignore, and now all of them were imprisoned.

"What did they do to you?" Aizawa knelt by the door, carefully staying away from the bars. She bared her teeth, fangs flashing into view. He took in her posture and the way her pupils were dilated with a concerned frown. "Mic, come here."

Present Mic turned around from where he had been trying to pry open the solid wooden door that locked them in this basement. He looked vulnerable without his gear, neck exposed between the huge collar of his leather jacket. "What?"

"They induced her heat. May have made it worse."

"Uhhh..." His blank stare caused their other partner to sigh in frustration and stomp over. "What, Midnight? Not everyone knows all the quirked out sex stuff like you do!"

The 18+ Hero rolled her eyes. "That's not why I was upset," she told him.

"Well?" Mic sat heavily down on the floor beside the cage, his brow drawn tight with worry. "We found her, but she's hurting." He wrung his hands together, the fingerless gloves he wore twisting in his nervous grip.

Midnight squinted at the Insanity Hero in the cage. She had gasped and flung herself away from Mic the minute he sat near. Though now on the opposite side, she was acting as though she was fighting a powerful force that wanted to pull her towards the Voice Hero.

"Oh, shit... Mic? Really?" She addressed the other woman in a defeated tone. Elly hissed at her, her purple cat's ears flattening back.

"Huh?"

"Her heat's only going to get worse." She thought for a moment, crossing one leg over the other as she leaned on the wall in front of them. "Or better, if you want to look at it one way..."

"So she's gonna be okay?"

"No, Mic," Aizawa said quietly. "Midnight means that it's going to get more pronounced."

Mic whined loudly in sympathy. "But - but that's torture, isn't it?!"

"Yes," Midnight agreed. "That's why you're going to have to goad her into breaking out of that cage."

Mic's eyebrows drew his forehead into a pointy shape as he frowned even harder. "Say what?"

"We're going to have to use her heat to our advantage. She's crazy about you - god knows why -- and she's got the power. She just doesn't like to use it."

Aizawa nodded. "Her files state she almost killed a few villains way back when she was training. She's been extremely careful since, using the drug in her gloves to immobilize instead of overpower them."

The blond man heard none of that, however. His sunglasses slid down his nose as he bent his head to stare incredulously at his colleagues. "She likes me?!"

"No counting for taste," Midnight sniffed. A low, catlike growl of displeasure assured them all Elly was quite coherent enough to understand what they were saying. "I stand by my opinion," she shrugged, looking him up and down.

"Wait ...wait, uh. What did you say you wanted me to do?"

"Try flirting with her. You know, being sexy?" The dark-haired woman shuddered. "You can do that, right?"

He gave her a very flat look. "Yanno, for a hero, yer kinda a b-"

Aizawa nudged him with his boot. His attention was redirected to the cage once more, where Elly had folded in on herself. He could barely see her face.

"Fuck." Mic swore violently under his breath, his eyes seeming to glow red behind his orange-tinted sunglasses. "Awright, Kayama," he said seriously, his voice deep in a tone that brooked no arguments, "Wear my headphones. And don't look."

She started to protest but Aizawa grasped her arm. When she turned towards him he shook his head. "Let's try and give them both some privacy. You're judgemental about this shit and you know it."

"I don't think he can do it," she muttered. "Without help, that is." But she took the noise-canceling headphones and placed them over her ears, turning around. Aizawa raised his eyebrows at his friend but said nothing before clapping his palms over his and facing away as well.

Mic took a deep breath and turned back to the cage. "Uh. I guess you kinda like me, huh?" He cleared his throat and cursed himself under his breath. "Bad presentation, bad opening, baby. Sorry. I'd expect more from an MC like me, too."

Elly paced back and forth on her hands and knees, mimicking an animal's gait as her striped tail shook stiffly behind her. Her eyes were wary as he approached.

Blushing, he waggled a finger in invitation and beckoned. "C'mon, kitty. I have it on the very best authority for this type'a thing you can bust outta there if ya want this." He gestured vaguely at himself.

Her eyes widened further and she stopped moving.

"O-o-okay... got yer attention, at least." He licked his lips, then grinned as that gave him an idea. He made sure she was still focused on him and ran his tongue out as far as it would go, curling the tip. His grin settled into a smirk as he heard her breathing pick up, raspy and growing louder by the minute. "Ahh, got more than yer attention," he murmured.

She shook herself all over.

He fingered the end of his mustache, twirling the pointy hair as he considered the state she was in. They had to get free and his friends were convinced she could do it. He had to pull out all the stops, no matter how embarrassing it might be. His face almost purple he was blushing so hard, he raised his chin and reached down to cup the bulge in his tight leather pants.

"I've got somethin' just for you, baby," he hummed suggestively. "You come over here and I'll show ya why I'm called Present Mic."

Her eyes glowed incandescent and he took a step back, startled at the sudden change in her appearance he didn't know was possible. Her throat was producing strangled, growling noises that were more beast-like than human and she had managed to bite her lip so hard she'd drawn blood. He could see she was resisting so hard it hurt, and he flinched when she flung herself backwards, as far away from him as possible.

"Okay, okay," he whispered brokenly. "Please, Ches, baby, I don't want you hurtin'. Trust me? I, uh, well... shit." Mic rubbed the back of his neck in a curious imitation of his friend and coughed. "This is somehow harder to say 'cause I can't, uh, take it back later when yer better. I'm in love with you."

Her eyes widened, and she froze.

Mic took advantage of her pause and pressed on hastily, placing his curved hands together to shape a heart. "I promise it's true," he said shakily. "Look, I'm bein' straight up with you, here - ohmigod -! HELP!"

His last word was shouted using his quirk, so terrified was he as the wrench of metal and catlike scream intermingled. The room must have been more than soundproofed, because no one rushed to their aid and he didn't break the wall down. The entire corner of the room where the cage was went dark for a few seconds after the terrible noise, though the single bulb hanging from the ceiling still swung above them.

"The hell!"

"It's Cheshire. She's manipulating the light."

The room lit up once again and there she was, hunched over and gasping. When she saw Mic she flung herself against him eagerly, panting hard.

"Wh - whoa!" He fell over, arms flailing and hands full of soft, warm cat woman. "Erk! Now what?!"

"Order her to free us, Mic! She'll listen to you!" Midnight pointed at the door.

"Break us out, Ches!"

The results were far more spectacular than any of them imagined. She bent the light once more to cloak her actions, but this time all were watching carefully and saw the thick door burst into countless splinters as she furiously slashed at it.

Mic caught her as she fell backwards, and the other two rushed the stunned villain before he had a chance to defend himself. Eraserhead ripped his mask off he wore to protect himself, and Midnight had him asleep in seconds. While the scruffy hero was tying him up, Mic was having a bit of difficulty controlling his newfound admirer.

"Guys, little help!"

Midnight snickered when she saw the counselor on top of him, her tail waving madly through the air. She was trying to kiss him but he wasn't sure she was in control of herself to consent properly, so he was trying to fend her off.

"It's okay," she laughed. "I'll use my quirk on her. Then we can get her to a safe place while she's sleeping." A drowsy cloud was released in her direction. Mic held his breath for more than one reason.

"Hnf!" Elly dismissed the other woman's power with a wrinkle of her nose and a heavy huff, as if the vapor stunk badly.

"Well, I never -!" Midnight sounded offended as she handed Mic his gear back. He managed to slip the headphones on but his hands were too busy to manage his neck speaker.

"It'll work," Aizawa shrugged and took it from him. "Just going to take longer since she's female."

"Ches, honey-baby-sweetheart, please wait!" Meanwhile, Mic was choking with embarrassment as he struggled to fend off her advances. "Ya don't know what yer doin' and oh, holy shit I take it back! You really do know what yer doin'..." He threw his head back, Adam's apple bobbing as she licked his throat, her hands thrust up the white tank top underneath his black leather jacket.

"You two should wait here until she drops off," Midnight told them as they heard the howl of police sirens pulling up. "I'll go deal with the cops for now." She strode off purposefully, shoving her cat-o-nine-tails back into her belt.

Aizawa stretched, rubbing his bleary eyes absently. One hand still held the snoring villain that had managed to catch them all for a limited time. He nodded to Mic and started dragging the fugitive away, but the other man's soft cry caused him to pause and glance back over his shoulder.

Elly wasn't groping him anymore; her grip had turned into a different kind of desperation as she clung, shaking. As the effect of Midnight's quirk took hold of her she grew limp and drowsy, but instead of this relaxing her, she had started to cry. She trembled in his arms and buried her head in his chest, venting wheezy screams of sheer terror.

"What's wrong with her now?!"

Aizawa thought back to her file once more. He had studied up on all of his colleagues, especially the ones he had to work closely with. It served them all well, and it continued to now as he remembered a sobering detail.

"She's frightened of being drugged." Mic stared at him somewhat blankly, and he elaborated, "as afraid as you are of bugs. And Midnight's gas is putting her to sleep..."

His green-gold eyes popped wide open. "Oh, no." She mewed faintly but he kissed her forehead in a sudden burst of inspiration. Elly blinked, startled. "There, now. Don't worry; you'll see me when you wake up. I'm not leavin' ya. I won't let you go."

Her shining purple eyes pleaded with him that this be true, and he smiled softly at her. A warm glow was building inside of him at the thought that he wanted to protect her more than anything. He kissed her again, this time more intimately on the corner of her mouth.

"Rest now, 'kay? We're gonna have a lot to talk about later."

After a long moment she cuddled into his jacket and let herself drift off to sleep.

Mic sighed heavily.

"This isn't the end of it, you know." Aizawa rubbed at his eyes.

"I know."

"You're going to have to make a choice very soon - take her to the hospital so they can treat her, or take her somewhere else."

"Somewhere else..?"

"Somewhere fun." Mic jerked his head up at Midnight's voice. She strolled back inside with her lips curved into a dark little grin. "What Eraser is trying to say is you can either shack up at a love hotel or go to the hospital," she told him bluntly.

He slowly looked down at Elly, laying limp and trusting in his arms, then back over at his friends. His mouth worked, but for once no sound came out.

"I have several loaded up on my phone that deal with mating heats," she said gleefully, holding her cell up.

Mic stared at her hopelessly.