Hunger, 2

 Hizashi took her to his home in heart of the city - a huge floor above the agency he and Aizawa worked out of. He parked in the underground garage and tried to move as quickly as possible so no one would notice. It was the most secure place but not the best for privacy, as he had to carry her past a few people coming to work. Thankfully no one said anything although he could feel the weight of their stares as he made his way to the elevator.

<i>Might have to question a few people tommorow if photos get leaked</i>, he thought, distracted, as he pressed the number to his floor. Once inside he went directly to the bedroom and sat her on a comfortable chair. 

"Just a minute, okay? I gotta get the bed ready." He dug around in a nearby cabinet and tossed a pair of sheets on the night stand.

Elly stared at him for a moment with hooded eyes, watching him carefully as he ripped the top layer off the bed and started tucking in a new one. And then, as he bent to throw another blanket on, she hesitantly moved towards him.

"Not yet," he snapped. She blinked at him, startled. Her eyes narrowed and she reached for him again. "<i>Not yet</i>. You need to wait. I'm more than happy to fuck you silly, but at least let me change the bed sheets. I sleep on silk, and we'd definitely ruin 'em with, ah, assorted bodily fluids."

She sat back, her tail whipping around in agitation. "Ugh."

"Sorry." He smoothed the sheets one more time and looked back over his shoulder, his expression softening. "That wasn't very cool of me to lose it like that. Plus it ain't your fault." Hizashi sat and rested his elbows on his knees, slowly sinking his face in his hands. "I just don't know why you chose <i>me</i>," he groaned. "I've been too <i>busy</i> to <i>get busy</i>, babe."

She gave him a puzzled look. "You mean..?"

"I'm not very experienced," he clarified flatly, sitting up.

She stayed still, though her ears slowly laid back.

"It sucks to hafta admit this, but I haven't even had sex in a couple years." He scratched the back of his neck where wispy blond hairs feathered down to tickle. "Two years and six months, to be more exact."

Elly's expression grew conflicted. He saw something like shock flicker in her dark, purple eyes and then sadness and resignation. "Oh."

"Jealous? I mean, ya didn't expect a thirty-year-old virgin, right?" He arched an eyebrow curiously, surprised when she nodded in a grudging manner. "Hey, that's super flattering. C'mere." He patted the bed invitingly but she remained where she was. 

"What's wrong, babe?"

"I need -" She shook her head and tried again, her voice strained, "Zashi, I <i>want</i> you."

"That's why we're here!" He gestured grandly around them. "I want you, too, yeah? Why're you suddenly shy?"

"I can see clearly, now," she muttered to herself, rubbing at her eyes. "I should've recognized the warning signs and stayed away."

"Uh..."

"It hurts. Sorry, but this is so hard -" Elly took a very long, deep breath and forced herself to look directly into his eyes. "Hizashi," she said quietly, "If you're not in love with me, drop me off at the center. Please. My want for you goes deeper than just sex."

He blinked at her, struggling to think past the scrambled thoughts and emotions rushing to the surface.

<i>Love. Of course. But - how can she think I don't</i>love <i>her</i>?!

Hizashi Yamada was a clever man, but he'd never seen this coming. They'd spent a year working together, and, unlike how he treated his other colleagues, he crammed extra time into an already tight schedule to see her. Lunches and hurried breakfasts together, dinners even when they were working late. And there was more, for he'd gone to counseling sessions that he admittedly needed but never bothered with until she came along. They also enjoyed casual, fun nights out with the other teachers where he sometimes forgot to mention no one else was coming so they could be alone... sure, they weren't together all the time, but he made certain he was with her every chance he got.

"I thought you knew how I felt," he said simply.

"Wh - what?"

"I thought you knew." He shrugged and smiled at her, a hint of exasperation showing in his tightly drawn eyebrows. 

"I knew we were friends -"

"Only thing I didn't do was yell it from the rooftops, baby."

"I can see why <i>you</i> wouldn't do that." She got up and sat on the bed, though her body language showed she was tense.

His smile grew mischevious, and he stood up and walked over to the patio doors that led to a small balcony outside. A quick click to unlock and glide of the heavy door was all it took for him to lean out into the bright, sunny afternoon. Plenty of people were milling around on the streets below the agency, as this was an active neighborhood, and the businesses around them and across the street were full. 

"<i>Hey hey, you ready to hear some big news, listeners</i>!?" He waited a fraction of a second before taking a deep breath to use a voice that could be heard across the neighborhood but carefully modulated so as to not be disruptive. "<b><i>I'M IN LOVE WITH CHESHIRE</i></b>!"

She sat there, stunned into insensibility with her eyes wider than wide. "<i>Hizashi</i>!"

"What?" He waved at the people who stopped to clap or cheer, grinning hugely. "I'm proud of the choices I made in my life and <i>you're</i> -" He pointed at her nose, wiggling his finger and grinning like a madman, "one of the best."

"No one's ever done anything like that for me before," Elly said slowly. She watched him with a puzzled frown. "You - you really <i>want</i> people to know we're together?"

"Sure, babe." Hizashi sat beside her, his features mirroring hers in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know," she murmured. "I guess... no, later. I - I trust you. I'm scared, but I know you're telling the truth."

"Scared?" He framed the word as a question, not really getting it.

"I love you so much it hurts," she said with a little shrug. "And, uh, speaking of hurt, I'm starting to cramp up. I think it's wearing off."

"Chiyo said once I make a move, you'll lose your inhibitions again." He paused to lay a hand over his heart. "I understand you're scared, but is it okay? Are you ready, babygirl? I promise I'll do my best to take care of you."

Elly swallowed very deliberately, concentrating on her breathing before looking him in the eyes. "Yes. I want this. You."

"A'ight, then." He took a deep breath and reached out, cupping her chin in one gloved hand. "Hang on, 'cause I'm about to rock your world."

She giggled despite her nerves. "Hizash -"

He moved swiftly, cutting her off with a quick but gentle brush on her lips. When it was received with a sigh and arms sliding around his neck he pressed longer, then harder, faster until they were kissing deeply and passionately.

"Yes... Zashi yes, mnn, <i>yes</i>."

"Holy shit, babe," he gasped, parting slightly to whisper in awe. "These're just <i>kisses</i>. How wrecked are ya gonna be when my mouth is busy someplace else, hmm?" He trailed lower, nibbling gently along her jawline as he continued. "Like your neck? All <i>kinds</i> of stories told about how sensitive that gets. That true?"

Her breathing heavy, she nodded and turned in response to grant him access. Hizashi saw a blotchy, red patch on the pale skin and kissed it lightly.

Though warned, he was unprepared for her reaction. One hand tugged hard on the long leather collar of his jacket, pulling him closer. The other caressed the back of his neck, urging him on. The act of giving herself to him so completely was ecstacy and she grew limp in his arms, eyelids fluttering as he kissed her cheeks and mouth, lips trailing back to the blush on her neck again.

"<i>Bite</i>," she pleaded in a thick, syrupy voice. 

"That's what you need, hmm? You want my mark on you?" He pressed his teeth on the spot and she shuddered violently. "How hard, lover?"

"Don't," she took a quick, tearing gasp, "know."

"Right," he murmured. "You're mine, yeah? That's what this is all about?"

"Yes."

"Am - am I your first marking?"

"<i>Yes.</i>" 

Hizashi groaned, his eyes squeezing tight. "Sh - shit. My special, my only babygirl."

"<i>Yes</i>!" The bite was minimal but served its purpose; she trembled all over underneath him as he bent over her on the bed, teeth sank lightly into her skin. The mark darkened where his teeth touched but the rest of the blush faded away, leaving an imprint he knew was traceable back to him. Hizashi murmured softly and kissed her, nuzzling with affection. 

"It's done," he cooed in a soothing tone. "I hope it was good for you, babe."

She nodded in a daze. "Want..." Elly trailed off, whimpering and upset she couldn't communicate properly. "Zashi..."

He ran a hand through his hair, bringing some of it down, and watched her try for a few minutes before stepping in. "Lemme guess. You're a fidgety, clingy mess - grabbing at me with yer arms 'n legs..." He whistled lightly when she dug at his back, tearing at his jacket. "Hmm! I'm not <i>naked</i> enough? Takin' a little too long for you?"

"Off," she growled, irritated she couldn't touch skin. 

Hizashi laughed and sat up, tossing the coat easily and smirking as he grabbed the bottom of his white t-shirt. He tugged where it was tucked into his leather pants, revealing a creamy strip of skin. She lay there, her eyes locked onto him, while he smoothly pulled it over his head and arms. More of his hair fell down around him as he did and he absently ran his fingers through as he reached on the night table for a band to tie it back.

He worked out, of course, as most heroes did. It was a necessity they be in prime physical condition for the job. Hizashi wasn't built like a weightlifter, but he had firmly defined muscles that protruded enough to be impressive. His costume was bulky and hid this, with the top loose and tighter clothing black, giving him a more lanky appearance to most people.

But Elly knew.

She'd seen him with just a shirt quite a few times, even though he dressed in layers even when casual. His shoulders and the way the shirts rode tight across his chest had been a giveaway, and she had been right. 

What she <i>hadn't</i> known was how much body hair he would have, and ended up pleasantly surprised. Between the rounded pectorals lay a fuzzy, small mat of gold, slightly darker against the pale skin. As her gaze wandered, she saw more, a light dusting that began at his navel and trailed down into his pants. 

Her breathing grew rougher and she swallowed hard once. She said the only thing that came to mind, that everything about the moment and him was -

"Perfect."

He actually blushed; a burn that started at his ears and crept down his cheeks to his neck. "Aww, no way."

"<i>Yes.</i>"

"Well I guess you got a strong opinion - hey, whoo!" He sucked in a huge gasp as her hands began to grope him. "Okay, yeah, I get it. Yer not lyin', ohhh. Oh god. Fuck, yeah, <i>feel me up</i>." He moaned as she continued her exploration of his body, entranced by his scent and starting to lick and kiss as well as touch. He yelped once when she bit down on a nipple, but after that she was considerably gentler. 

Elly was intoxicated; she could have easily gotten drunk on his smell and taste alone. The cocktail of hormones inside her had a lot to do with getting her into this situation, but she knew she would have felt the same being this close in the end. Nothing mattered but <i>Hizashi</i> and her love and desire for him. She became far bolder in heat than she might have been for their first time, and he writhed and whined under the onslaught of affection.

He was, well - loud.

And maybe that wasn't the best way to describe it, but rather <i>talkative</i>, though he did rattle the windowpanes a few times early on. 

"H - huh - <i>holy shit</i>!" He exclaimed in English when her hands cupped the bulge in his tight leather pants. "I can't - I'm gonna come in my pants like a kid, wait!"

Amazingly this got through to her and she fell back, panting with her hair mussed and her eyes half-lidded. "Kiss me," she begged, and he was happy to comply. However inexperienced he claimed to be Hizashi was an excellent kisser and she was lost within seconds. He parted at last with a satisfied hum, caressing her cheeks with his palms. The leather hindered his feeling her skin and he nodded to himself.

"Gotta get rid of these gloves," he muttered, nipping the material with his teeth. "Gloves, glasses an' pants. Then <i>you're</i> next." The first two were easy but it took awhile for the last. The pants were tight and she watched, amazed, as he peeled them off like shedding a second skin. His lower half was rather impeccably groomed, but at the moment all she was focused on was his sex. He was on the long side, fairly large but slender with his erection curling up towards his belly in the most photogenic manner. She wildly thought of some classical sculptures she'd seen before she was brought back to reality by him swearing faintly at a packet of pills. Elly touched the box beside them and he shrugged. 

"Quirk dampener. I doubt I've got the restraint to be quiet an' I don't wanna blow out your eardrums." Hizashi paused, scratching his chest absently while he thought. "Uh... I'm not sure, but do we hafta do this without condoms? <i>I'll wear 'em if you want me to, I swear</i>," he rushed out as fast as he could. "I'm not that kind of ass."

"S'okay," she muttered, shivering at the thought of him losing control. "We're both clean."

"Good," he whispered in a low, sultry voice. "Then the dampener's all the protection you're gettin', babygirl. I'll fuck you raw until you're full of me."

His choice of words, however, had an unexpecred effect on Elly. Her entire body jerked and she hissed sharply. "Wait!"

Hizashi swore as he threw himself to the side, pulling a calf muscle in the process. "Ches? Oh no. <i>No no no no no</i>..." He stroked her cheek, hazel eyes filled with worry. "You okay? What d'ya need?"

"Need," she ground out between clenched teeth. "Need..."

"Mating center?" Hizashi dropped his hand to massage his leg with a grimace, struggling to work out the cramp as fast as possible.

"Yes." She nodded and then flopped on the bed face down, the effort to communicate so difficult it drained her for a moment. 

"Okay, yeah." He got up and yanked a pair of sweatpants on, rushing to grab his overnight bag. A check of texts on his phone showed Aizawa had thoughtfully dropped one off for her sometime during their frantic lovemaking. "Clothes, clothes..." Hizashi popped the front door, grabbed it and dug through the bag, dressing her much the same. As he was pulling the shirt over her head Elly batted his arm weakly.

"Zashi."

"What ya need? Oh!" She licked the underside of his wrist, staring at him with pleading eyes. "I'll kiss ya in the elevator. We gotta go, yo. The docs will know what to do." He shrugged the two bags onto each shoulder and picked her up since she was weaving unsteadily on her feet. Once inside the elevator, Hizashi pushed a button as she clung drunkenly on him, pawing at his chest.

A couple minutes later the doors opened and they didn't notice at first, mouths and hands far too busy to care about anything other than the exploration of each others' bodies. It wasn't until a loud cough broke the silence that they paused for a moment to face the open doors.

They were at the wrong floor.

It was <i>not</i> the garage.

They were at the <i>work</i> floor this time.

Employees stared at them in various stages of shock, hands held loosely with coffee cups dripping onto the floor and papers scattered they'd dropped. One even had a donut hanging from his mouth mid-bite.

Hizashi's glasses slipped, his eyes wide under the lenses with a blush spreading across his nose and cheeks. "Fuck," he muttered crossly.