Miranda Rights

It was demonstration time in one of the practice gyms.

"There you are!"

Color exploded into view like dye within a glass of water as the shock from Present Mic's shout forced Cheshire back into visibility. He leaped forward and rolled her over, kneeling lightly but firmly to hinder her movement while he expertly slipped the zip ties on her wrists. The teenagers crowded close, watching carefully as he made quick work of the ties through experience.

"You have the right to remain gorgeous," he murmured next to her ear as he pulled her into a forward sitting position. "Anything you touch can and will be held against you," he went on to hum suggestively. As he spoke his hands rested on the small of her back and waist, gentle pressure that nonetheless seemed to burn her through her suit.

"Present Mic!" Elly pushed with her legs, face flaming, and he caught her before she fell flat on her back. She gasped his hero name to remind him where they were, and it must have worked because he bit his lower lip in embarrassment.

"Too much?" He knelt before her grinning apologetically and hanging his head a little as if expecting a scolding. The orange-tinted sunglasses he wore slipped on the bridge of his nose and his eyes were kind as always.

"A little, yes," she breathed. Her furry purple ears stood crazily out of her mussed hair and her tail swished violently around.

"Sorry. I get carried away sometimes when I'm in 'Mic Mode'." He paused, tugging nervously on his fingerless leather gloves. "With, uh, I mean around you, that is."

"I just hope the kids didn't hear."

Kyoka Jiro stood standing in the front row twirling one of her long, dangling ear jacks with a finger. She met Mic's suddenly alarmed gaze, unperturbed as he jerked his head up to stare at the classes watching. She rolled her eyes in silent disgust and looked pointedly away.

"Oops."

Elly sighed, but she didn't scold him further. "I knew it."

Mic coughed quietly. "I'll make it up to ya." Then, raising his voice, "Awright, all my student listeners, bell's gonna ring an' you hafta get to next class. I'll see ya tomorrow."

They filed out quickly en masse, as if they knew more than he the possibilities of the teachers' situation.

Mic snickered and bent towards her. "Here, lemme just -" He stopped in the act of reaching for her wrists, a decidedly wicked smirk on his lips. "Well, now," he murmured instead, passing his hand just over where the plastic cord restrained her. "This seems like such a shame to waste. My classes are over for th' day, and so are yours... aren't they, baby?"

Elly gulped. She had never told anyone, but his eyes had a mesmerizing effect on her. The way he was staring at her, bent down only inches away, was drying up her mouth and making her heart race. She tried to speak but a weak mew was all that came out.

Mic raised one eyebrow, his grin widening. He unhooked his neck gear and set ot aside. "We've got the practice gym to ourselves now, but ya gotta tell me if you want to play or not."

"Is that all this would be to you?" She perked her ears in his direction, her eyes narrowing. "Play?"

Mic was taken aback. His green eyes grew huge, and he shook his head so vehemently a wisp of blond hair fell out of his plume to dangle down his cheek. "Oh, hell no! Nuh uh, no way. I'm - I've been a big, fat chicken about this, but..."

"What!"

"I like you." He smiled at the expression on her face and held up one long finger to waggle around. "I know in America you don't use that phrase for serious."

"Uh... well, kids do. But adults -"

He placed a light finger on her lips, silencing her effectively. "I've fallen in love with you, pretty kitty. This would be fun, but I want to a relationship, too. You know, us. Exclusive."

"Oh my god," Elly gasped, her vision doubling as tears filled her eyes. "Mic -"

"Plus, y'know, you get to call me Hizashi. Cool bonus, huh? Nobody else does, 'cept maybe Eraser once in awhile 'cause we've known each other ages, but -"

"Hizashi."

He blinked, his eyes dreamy at the way his given name sounded in her voice. "Yeah?"

"Shut up and kiss me."

He shivered with delight and pressed his lips to hers. She sighed and opened her mouth at his slightest nudge, allowing him to slip his tongue inside to lick and tease. Their kiss turned hotter and more passionate than any they'd experienced before, and both were out of breath as they parted, chests heaving and eyes half-lidded.

"After that kiss, baby, I think it's damn clear you're my soul mate," Hizashi whispered shakily.

"I won't argue with that," Elly breathed.

"You still wanna, you know, with the..." He raised an eyebrow, staring pointedly at her bound hands. "Cause I could take 'em off."

She flicked her ears with a show of indifference. "Welll... why not fool around like this while we can?"

"Oh, no way. Noooo waaayyy." He breathed out in a huge gust. "This turns you on, doesn't it, babe?"

She snorted. "You turn me on, Zashi. I mean, sure, this is kind of hot and a hell of a lot of naughty -"

Hizashi giggled faintly. "Got that right."

"But in the end, it's you," she finished softly. "Seems a shame to waste this opportunity like I mentioned, though."

"Kinky," he hummed in one of her furry ears. "Mmnn. All right, babygirl. Is there a zipper on this thing, or what?" He thrust a hand in the fur covering her chest.

"Yeah. Hidden."

"Oooh." His nimble fingers found the closure and dragged it down far enough to expose a sliver of her front all the way down. "This is hotter'n seeing you all the way naked."

She licked her lips, staring pointedly at him. "Uh huh. And you..?"

"Hold up a minute, I gotta get these off." He popped the catch on her bra and whistled lowly as her breasts bobbed free. He leaned forward and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples, sucking and licking while one hand caressed her other breast. He hadn't bothered to take his fingerless gloves off, and the contrast of the soft leather and skin was enough to cause her to cry out. His mouth was talented as well, and as he suckled gently she began to wish her hands were free so she could touch him.

"M - Mic... Hizashi!"

"Hmm, we're still in school, and in our hero clothes besides. You can call me Mic." He laughed a dark, wicked kind of laugh. "I know ya probably fantasized about me both ways. Let's start here."

"Ohmigod -!"

"Panties offfff," he sang softly, pulling them down. "Oh boy, yer really into me, ain't ya?!" His fingers pet her pubic hair apart and rubbed delicately at her cleft.

"Mic, please..!"

"Yeahhhh," he hummed. "You're super wet. You're gonna feel so good. I'm gonna make us both feel good." He withdrew his fingers and leaned back, his hands working busily at his belt and tight leather pants. He made quick work of them and his dark red boxer briefs, shoving them impatiently down past his hips to puddle around his ankles. "Condom?"

She shook herself back to reality. "Hmm?"

"I said, whoops, 'cause we don't have a condom."

"I'm on birth control and we don't have to worry about testing since we get that for hero work." Elly spread her legs as well as she could and bucked her hips. "Take me, Voice Hero."

Hizashi threw himself on her without further hesitation. His energy was nearly boundless and after the first tentative thrust, he sped things along until they were both gasping with exertion. Sweat flew as their bodies joined repeatedly - moist sounds and the slapping of flesh an undercurrent to their mingled cries of pleasure. It wasn't too long before his movements grew jerky, his moans nearly continual.

"Sh - shit, baby, I'm gonna squirt!" Hizashi covered her mouth with his, kissing her so he would curb his desire to scream too loudly.

Elly would have giggled at his choice of words - she'd never heard that nefore -- but his obvious orgasm was having an effect on her as well. Present Mic was coming inside of her, kissing her deeply as he shook all over. She could smell his sweat, the smell of sweet hair product and leather all around them, and the undertone of musk and salt as he filled her with his seed.

The delicious, rubbing friction he was creating in her aside, the sound of his pleasure was what did her in.

Her climax was sweet and long, fulfilling in every way. Gasping through his frantic kiss, she once again tried to move her arms to hold him and mewed weakly with disappointment when she couldn't. Hizashi grunted, reached around and snapped the tie free in a quick little jerk. Her hands whipped around to embrace him, tugging on his neck to pull him as close as possible.

"Holy shit, Cheshire."

"Present Mic," she agreed enthusiastically.

"Wow."

"Yeah."

"So, uh, hey - let me help you clean up." He dug around in a pocket and produced a handkerchief with his logo on it.

"Thanks." Elly hid a smile at the fact that she was using the Mic merchandise to clean her privates. It was almost surreal.

He waited until she had put herself marginally back together and then reached out and held both her hands in his. "I got an idea: let's get a hotel room for the night. We hot a lot to talk about, an' I wanna show you what Hizashi can do."

"I'd like that," she purred enthusiastically.