Heat of the night

 "Oh, all <i>right</i>," Present Mic sighed, waving his hands around. "I'll do it already, just quit bothering me."

Several of the other teachers in the staff room sighed with relief; the dark-haired woman had been asking everyone to cover her Hero patrol since she came in to work.

"Thanks, Yamada!" Midnight hugged him. "I thought no one was going to take that late shift off my hands."

"Hurrrgh."

"Cheshire? You suddenly look ill. Are you alright?" All Might frowned, concerned.

"No." Elly Sketchit - a.k.a Cheshire, the school counselor -- was having a difficult day. She had woken feeling feverish, and was irritable until she sat at the mutual desk area to chat with her coworkers. She hadn't the faintest idea what was wrong, but as she watched Midnight bother Mic, she found herself clawing the underside of the table in anxiety. Worse yet, she started to growl low under her breath, physically feeling ill as she watched another person touching him. The woman was <i>touching</i> on him, which was nauseating enough, but it was really the fact that her scent was getting on him that snapped her control. She lunged the same moment Midnight stepped away, throwing her arms around the tall man and rubbing her cheek on his neck speaker.

"Whoa!" Mic weaved, unsteady on his feet from the assault. "What's up, Ches? You happy I'm gonna cover for Midnight, too?"

"What the -?!"

"What? Cheshire?"

"Yamada," Aizawa's voice cut through the room and the others' concerned babble like a knife. "Don't let go." He reached into his capture weapon and rummaged around with a look of concentration on his scraggly features.

"Not a problem," Mic murmured. He wrapped his arms around the agitated cat woman, who was growling with her striped tail swishing through the air in agitation.

"Here." Aizawa produced a small zip lock bag filled with dried leaves.

Kayama chuckled, shaking her head. "I know better than to insinuate anything, but what the hell..?"

"Catnip." He popped the top and held it out to his friend, who took the bag with a puzzled look.

"What do you want me to do with it?"

"Put some on your hand and let her smell it. It will focus her on that instead of hurting Kayama or, ah... you. We have to take her to Recovery Girl, and that's impossible with her like that. She'll be fighting us every step of the way."

Mic shook the bag, spilling some into his palm. "Look, Ches."

Elly blinked once, slowly, at him, then stared at his gloved palm filled with flecks of dried herb. She gently sniffed at it, then sneezed, her eyes growing dreamy. She suddenly sagged against him, clutching his leather jacket. Mic swore and scrambled to stabilize her.

Kayama cleared her throat as the Voice Hero picked her up, preparing to carry her to the Nurse's office. "So does this mean you're not able to cover for me after all?"

"Sorry, Kayama, but if I'm needed elsewhere there ain't much I can do, ya dig?"

"Oh, well." She sighed sadly, casting her gaze about the room. "Maybe ..."

The rest of the staff sat at their computers, sweating a little and glancing nervously at each other.

When Aizawa and Yamada reached the nurse, she took one look at the sweating mess Cheshire was and held out one hand imperious.

"Mic," she commanded brusquely, "take off your shirt and give it to me."

"Whaaat?!"

"The tank top you're wearing under that jacket - <i>now</i>." She snapped her fingers, impatient.

"Uh, I guess... okay." He leaned Elly against the nearby wall and shucked the heavy jacket off, stripping the cloth over his head next in one fluid move. "Here."

"Thank you. Now watch - from this distance, mind you. Don't come any closer until I say you can." She tossed the shirt at Elly, who snatched it out of the air and held it close, breathing deeply of the man's scent.

"There you go. That's better, come on..." The older woman led her into the room and motioned for her to sit on an empty cot. "Now you can concentrate, let's get down to business."

"I can <i>taste</i> him," she howled. "Why can I - how?! Please help me!"

"Relax," the nurse told her gently but firmly. "First, you're in heat. Is it your normal time?"

"M'not due for two weeks." Elly sighed shakily, clutching the shirt against her face for comfort. "Never been like this, either!"

"Hmm." She bustled about, checking her temperature and running a few diagnostic tests. "You've never experienced induced heat?"

"That's a fairy tale," she spluttered. "Something teenagers that write fanfics believe in, not - not..." She faltered to a stop as she saw mirth in the nurse's eyes.

"It's rare, but it is a real condition." Chiyo pointed back at the anxious blond man standing in the hallway. "He caused your body to respond. It's all perfectly natural and nothing to be ashamed of."

"Except we're not even <i>dating</i>," Elly whimpered as she hid her face in his clothing. "Sure we've worked together almost nonstop since I came here, and we all go out to the bar every weekend. We know each other better than the guys I actually dated in the States, but..."

"But what?"

"What if he rejects me? And what if he <i>doesn't</i> but then my heat scares him off? This is intense. I - I even want to build a nest."

The man in question stepped forward, clearing his throat awkwardly. "I, uh, heard what you two were talking about. Not that I don't believe this, but whoa! Me? You serious?"

The nurse groaned, rubbing her chin as she frowned up at him. "Your quirk is voice, not hearing! Ohhhh, never mind. Fix this."

"Uh." He swallowed hard, then nodded. Reaching up he popped the latch on his neck speaker and removed it, setting it carefully aside.

"Mic..." Elly slid off the cot and backed into the corner of the room, eyes wide with her pupils dilated outrageously. "Please, you don't have to -"

"First off," he murmured in a low tone meant for her ears alone, "it's Hizashi for you, starting right now. Not Mic. Not Yamada. That okay?"

"Uh..."

"You can call me whatever ya want, though. I just wanna let you know it's okay to use my given name. I, uh, think -" He paused, blushing while placing a hand on the back of his neck. "I think we're gonna be gettin' real tight, real quick if that's all right with you."

"I - I need, I don't..."

"Focus, baby." He reached out and gently held the sides of her head so she was looking directly at him. "Just tell me two things. Nod or say yeah. One, d'ya love me?"

<i>Hizashi.</i>

Elly bit her lip, her cheeks burning bright red. "Y - yes."

He closed his eyes for a brief moment, a smile on his lips. "Okay, great. That's <i>awesome</i>. I love you, too. I want you to know that."

"Ohh..."

"Yeah." His swirling gold-green eyes were very soft as he caressed her cheeks with his thumbs. "Yeah, I do. Ready for the second question? Do you want us to be a mated couple?"

She drew in breath sharply, her eyes seeming to darken further. "Th - that means..!" The very idea was making it very difficult to think.

"I know what it means. No kids right away, obviously, but we'll be tighter'n regular folks. With the intent to make things more permanent."

<i>Permanent?!!</i>

"Uh!"

"Yes or no?" Hizashi persisted quietly. "Your body hurts and we know how to fix it. S'okay to do what you want here... and we <i>both</i> want this. I'll take you home and you can nest in my bedroom - or we can go to yours if you want -- and I'll make everything better."

Hearing her chosen mate tell her that it was all right to want him and that he wanted her, too, was almost too much to stand. Her eyes glazed over and she started to tremble. "H - Hizashi ... <i>yes</i>, want. <i>Need</i>."

"Mark her," a voice commanded suddenly from beside them.

Hizashi jumped. "Eh?!"

"Ask her to bare her neck for you, then bite where she indicates. It doesn't have to be too hard. You set her off again with your confession. This will help calm her down so you can reach your apartment without her trying to claw your clothing off in the middle of the campus." Recovery Girl paused. "No one needs to see that."

"Uh. O - okay, babygirl, give me your neck." He gasped when she immediately rolled her head back, exposing one side of the creamy expanse of skin. "I feel like an ass," he whined softly, running his tongue over his teeth. "Will this really not hurt her?"

"Just press down."

"D'ya hafta watch?" He said acidly, staring at her with his whole face red from neck to forehead. "This is kinda private."

She smiled and turned around.

Hizashi kissed her neck gently first, noting how she shook in his arms. He rubbed his teeth on her skin next and her low moan decided him. Pushing his fears aside he closed down on a small area, pressing in like suggested but not breaking the skin.

"Oh," she gasped quietly. "<i>Zashi</i>."

"Wow," he murmured, licking his lips as he pulled back. "Feel better? You just turned to mush." He picked her up again and she sighed and rested her head on his shoulder. "A'ight, we're gonna get you to my place."

"Mmn."

He walked quickly off with a nod to Recovery Girl and also Aizawa, who had waited outside. "Tell Yagi to cover for me," he called out as he passed.

"Yeah."

Hizashi felt that every eye was on him as he carried the counselor out of the building. He made it back to the apartment complex where they lived without further incidents, however, and was soon setting her down on the floor of his bedroom. She stood shakily, knees wobbling and staring around at his kitschy-music styled home.

Then her sensitive nose caught wind of his bedspread, and she lunged, burying her face in the puffy, black softness and purring.

Hizashi beamed. "You want more stuff that smells like me?" She nodded eagerly and he grinned, holding up a finger. "How 'bout you pull off all that bedding and I'll go get some fresher stuff out of the laundry bin while you start."

When he came back, Elly was curled up on one side of the start of the nest with her face mashed into his pillow. She had used the comforter and sheets as a base, starting from the middle out. When he knelt down and showed her the armful of clothing he had, her eyes brightened and she went to work building the sides up into a cozy circle.

Purring, she settled down in the middle about a half an hour later, satisfied that the soft pile of fabric and pillows smelled like him. Soon it would be both their scents, a fact she found even more comforting.

But now that the nest was made her body was responding far stronger with the need to mate. She could feel the junction between her legs getting slippery and knew she was making a mess of her clothing. That wasn't a problem, really, since she could wash the suit and had several more at home for work. It's just that this was the part she hated. It was messy and the horrible, cramping <i>need</i> would grow along with other behaviors that were embarrassing. Elly had never relied on anyone during her previous heats, never having felt a strong enough emotional connection.

This was different, and different was scary.

"Is it time?" Hizashi laid a cool hand on her brow. He had, at some point during her nest-building frenzy, removed his hero costume and was now wearing a simple black shirt and sweatpants that had piano keys down the sides of the legs. "You're lookin' at me like you wanna tear me apart."

"Hizashi," she breathed softly, extending a hand to his hair, which was brushed free of product and falling down his back in a long ponytail. "You're <i>gorgeous</i>."

He blushed. "I don't know about <i>that</i>, but here. Let me help get your suit off. Is there a hidden zip...? Yeah, okay!"

Elly groaned loudly and grabbed at his shoulder blades, digging in for purchase and trying desperately to bring them even closer together. He unzipped her suit and when the cool air hit her flushed skin she jumped.

"Afraid," she gasped.

Hizashi froze in the act of tugging the striped cloth off, his palm resting lightly on her bare back. "You want me to go slower? Or uh, stop? We can stop whenever!"

"Don't wanna scare you away."

"Ches," he sighed in a huge gust. "Okay, baby, listen to me." Hizashi placed both of his hands on her cheeks, rubbing lightly at her temples in a soothing manner. "This is me you're talking about, hey? Right? If anything, I'm afraid of doing the same thing to you!"

"Wha - scare <i>me</i>?"

He nodded frantically, his small brows pressed so tightly together they drew his forehead into a point. "I don't, uh, know if you know this, but most people think I'm annoying." Elly's hands tightened further, grabbing at the back of his shirt, and he smiled. "They do, though. I switch languages back and forth, an' I'm <i>loud</i> by nature. Not all the time, but, you know. A lot. But then my personality isn't all Present Mic, and a lotta people think that's worse. I'm not allowed to be quiet or introspective, I'm supposed to be happy and dumb."

She made a sympathetic sound low in her throat that also sounded angry. He smiled. "I know you get it. I appreciate that. So ...hey, how about if I go first?" Hizashi didn't wait for an answer but tugged his shirt over his head, revealing a lightly muscled upper chest with a puff of blond hair in between his pectoral muscles. There was a thin trail of hair that dipped low, following his navel to disappear under the hem of his pants. "I'm nervous, too," he admitted. "My body ain't the ripped Hero type. I go to the gym, but..." He shrugged.

Elly's purr was loud in the silence that followed his statement. She wriggled on the soft fabric bed, trying to pull her suit off the rest of the way as she stared at him. Her purple eyes were dark and filled with lust.

"You're makin' me <i>blush</i>," Hizashi murmured, reaching out to help. "Is this the heat, or have you felt this way about me before?"

"More desperate, heat," she panted, unhooking her bra as he laid her suit aside. "But you've always been hot as hell."

He raised one eyebrow at her incredulously. "For real?"

"Yes!"

It was only then that he looked down and noticed her own nude figure. The breath whistled out of him and he sat back on his haunches for a moment. He ran a hand over his tied-back hair, trembling, and flashed her a sunny smile as he tilted his head. "You're beyond beautiful, Ches."

She shook her head and shrugged but this only made him more determined to show her how he felt. Hizashi bent to caress and kiss her chest, licking and sucking her stiff nipples until she wept with pleasure. Her cries grew louder and he kept on, his heart swelling with pride in his chest at how much she responded to him.

"D'ya like that?" He rested his cheek on the swell of her breast, smiling at her. "Want more?"

"P - please."

"Anything for my baby," he hummed happily, shifting on his knees above her. "Although since you want this -" He cupped the rather prominent bulge in his sweatpants with a cheeky grin, "we're going to have to cut the foreplay quite a bit shorter than I would like."

His gesture focused her attention in a different direction, however. Hizashi soon found himself wheezing with tears standing in his eyes as she groped him.

"No underwear?" Her voice was so low, so eager, that he shivered.

"Nope. I, uh, figured it'd be useless. Heh." He shimmied out of his sweatpants, kicking them lightly across the room.

Elly was lost for words as she saw him completely naked for the first time. He was slim-hipped and snipped, his erection curving up towards his flat belly. Her hands twitched, making hungry, groping motions but she didn't move. She was frozen, wanting everything all at once. He saw this and took her hands in his, draping her arms around his neck while he lowered himself intimately close. Hizashi's fingers ghosted across her lower belly before stroking the bristly patch of hair between her legs. He carefully rubbed one finger on her folds, teasing gently and testing her readiness.

"Oh. Oh baby, you're so wet for me." He swallowed hard and rested his forehead on hers, closing his eyes with a look of intense concentration. "Okay, alright. Here we go." He took a deep breath and thrust carefully, slowly moving his hips until he was pressed tightly against her. Hizashi's mouth hung open and he let out a whispery gasp. "<i>Oh, Ches.</i>"

He was overwhelmed and wasn't sure at first if it was due to her condition or simply the fact that he'd wanted her so long. His heart beat crazily in his chest and he forced himself to move, if only a little. His shallow, hesitant thrusting was met with plaintive cries from his lover below and he grew more confident. It was difficult to hold back but he successfully edged back from orgasm twice before she had grown so loud he had to ask if she was okay.

"Not hurting? Need anything?"

"Come inside me," Elly gasped in such a needy, desperate voice he blinked, startled. "Give me your seed, Zashi."

"W - we're not really ..."

"Please!"

Hizashi was stunned by how far her heat had taken over her senses. Heroes in this prefect had monthly cleanliness checks and were on strict quirk-regulated birth control. She couldn't get pregnant.

<i>She must want to act things out instead,</i> he rationalized. Hizashi took a deep breath and decided to play along.

He paused as she bucked up towards him with a low moan. "S'okay. I'll give it to you, sweetheart. You relax and take it - let me do my thing."

"G - give -"

"<i>Yes</i>." His movement grew stronger, thrusts deeper. "I - I'll put a baby in you, love."

"Yes!"

"Fff... shit, yeah." He squeezed his eyes shut tight, mouth hanging slightly open. Several strands of long, blond hair fell out of the messy bun he had hurried to tie it in, and they swayed alongside his face, framing it as he rocked her gently.

Then he had a thought.

"Hey. You wanna change positions?" He pulled out without waiting for an answer and she groaned loudly. "Shh, listen. I just remembered one I heard about when I was younger." Hizashi squat, bracing himself and propping his legs more up on her own. "Supposed t'be super deep, hmm?"

"Wh - wha..."

"Remembered it 'cause it's called," he grunted as he maneuvered around, "the <i>mating</i> press. Ahhh, here we go - whoa!" Her back arched, and Elly screamed with pleasure as he entered her. Hizashi scrambled for purchase, whining as her reaction got the better of him. "<i>Hold on</i>!"

"<i>Yes yes yes!</i>" Now she was sobbing, tossing her head on the pillow with tears budding in her eyes. "Oh, god, so good. So deep!"

He leaned over, his arms and torso rippling with effort as he pounded away in a frenzy of lovemaking. More hair had ripped free from his physical efforts as well as her flailing arms and tail brushing at him, and his long hair flowed down his back and shoulders as the bun unraveled at last. She could barely look directly at him, surrounded by a cloud of gold shining under the overhead light with his gorgeous green eyes whirling with lust.

"Feel me, Ches." He panted hoarsely, grinding his hips to hers. "Feel me swelling in - inside you, gonna come so huh - <i>hard</i>!"

Her reply was a broken wail of "<i>I love you</i>!" as she stiffened, her body radiating with the powerful orgasm he had helped bring about. Knowing she was close pushed him over the edge and as she wound down she heard him whimpering as his hips jerked uncontrollably, driving him tightly inside her as he came.

He was loud - so <i>loud</i> -- but she had known he would be. What she hadn't dared to dream was that he would echo her confession, and so vehemently that the light fixtures and windows rattled. She lay there feeling him over, around and inside her, content in more ways than one as he screamed that he loved her, loved her, <i>loved her</i>!

Hizashi sniffled, hesitant in an awkwardly shy fashion as he came to. She hugged him, smiling, and he grinned down at her. "H - huh - holy <i>shit</i>," he breathed weakly, eyes wide as he realized something. "Recovery Girl said that yer heat lasts like, a whole week! We gotta do that <i>how</i> many more times?!"