Death be not proud

 Hizashi was rattling cans around in the fridge, looking for a particular soda, when he heard his wife's phone ring out. It was a very specific text message notification assigned to her mother.

His heart dropped, and he closed the door without picking a drink and rushed over to the couch where Elly was sitting.

"Oh, Zashi," she began in an odd voice. He immediately paid attention and sat beside her, his brow furrowed in concern.

"Babe?" He placed a hand on hers.

"Zashi - that mean woman died. My stepfather's mother." Elly continued to stare blankly at the paused television, her ears back but not all the way. She had a confused frown on her face as well, and kind of looked like she had gas. Her stomach did feel strange but there was nothing physically wrong with her that she knew of besides a headache.

"I'm sorry." He stroked the back of her hand.

"Thank you. I ...don't know how to feel." She rubbed the back of her neck, grimacing at the tension there. Hizashi picked up on this and nudged closer, placing his hands on her shoulders and beginning to rub. "I'm sad because a human died, and I'm even sad because my stepdad will be sad. But I'm pretty neutral about the whole thing in general. All I can think of is the bad things she did to me, or my family. There were no good times for me."

She sighed and leaned into his warm, strong hands giving her a much-needed massage. "There were no good times for me," she repeated slowly, obviously thinking it very carefully through. Elly nodded at last, convinced. "Everyone else got the little shreds of love. I didn't."

"You're a good person, baby. You're working through the bitter memories, and they will hurt. But you still feel sad for a human's life."

"Yeah..? I don't know. I do. Feel sad, I mean. But I kind of hope she realizes. Like, if there is judgement that she's shown how much she hurt me. Because I don't think she knew or even cared."

"Death is tricky," he whispered sadly. He removed his hands and kissed the nape of her neck. "Unresolved issues are hard to get over. She should have lived you and been kind to you. It's okay to mourn that, and not the woman herself."

"Oh, god, that's it. That's what I'm crying over? It feels so selfish but... yes. Yes, that's right. I'm sorry about a lot of stuff, too. She was obviously hurt to be so hurtful to others. Man, this <i>sucks</i>."

"Yeah."

Mate Guarding

 "<i>Back off!</i>" Elly snapped, her eyes pale and vicious in intensity. Her claws were out of her paw gloves and she was in a defensive posture in front of her sparring partner in one of the gyms.

Aizawa and Kayama had gone to remind them of a meeting, and they immediately saw something was terribly wrong. Mic had been standing with his arms out, trying to hold the counselor back as she struggled to get to him. They started forward in concern, but a voice shouted from behind them.

"No, you don't <i>understand</i>," Recovery Girl called out. "Stop!"

Aizawa froze in his tracks. He had <i>never</i> heard the old woman sound so terrified. Kayama raised an eyebrow, concerned.

"What?"

"What's wrong?"

"Do not go <i>anywhere</i> near Present Mic," she said firmly, hobbling quickly over with the help of her syringe-shaped cane. "She warned you, and it must've been incredibly hard for her to do even that."

"What?"

"This is just nature's bad timing. Cheshire -" She pointed the tip of the cane at the striped figure standing beside him, growling ominously at them with her arms blocking him behind her. Mic looked confused and appeared to be trying to talk to her. "She's in heat."

"I don't care what her problem is if she's trying to hurt anyone," Aizawa grunted crossly. "Look, I can tie her up if she's belligerent."

"Kinky," Kayama murmured.

"She won't  hurt him, and there's a much easier way." She spoke with the disgruntled homeroom teacher, and he nodded.

Aizawa cupped his hands to the sides of his mouth. "Mic!"

"Yeah?" The Voice Hero made himself easily heard even from the distance.

"Pick Cheshire up and carry her here. If she tries anything, tell her it's okay. <i>Don't let her get down</i>."

"Uh... okay." Hizashi contemplated the hissing cat woman in front of him. Her striped tail was fluffed angrily out and waving frantically back and forth, making it hard for him to approach without getting slapped with all four feet of it. "Ches! Easy."

"<i>Get away from him, bitch</i>," she spat at the other woman. "He's <i>my</i> mate. I swear to fuck I'll rip your eyes out of your sockets and make you eat them."

Kayama sputtered, taken aback. "What?! Whoa! As if I'd want Yamada. Gross."

Hizashi glared menacingly at her but said nothing, only stroked Elly's ears in an attempt to soothe her. She growled, unconvinced, but let him scoop her up in his arms. There was a larger, angrier hissing fit that occurred when his neck gear got in the way, but he resolved that by unfastening it and setting it on the ground. After that she calmed down noticeably, nuzzling at the small opening at the neck of his jacket. Mic prudently relieved her of her gloves and neck gear as well.

Chiyo glanced over and nodded to herself. "Mm hmm. Unzip your jacket."

"Oh ...kay?" He pulled the tab down as well as he could with Elly clinging to him. She immediately burrowed partially inside. Loud purring could be heard quite clearly, as well as some unidentifiable sounds.

"Uhhh, uh! Ches. <i>Ches</i>!" Hizashi jumped every few seconds and gasped.

"Something the matter, Yamada?" His scruffy colleague raised an eyebrow. He'd picked up his speaker and was carrying it back to the nurse's office.

"Erk!" The breath whistled out of him, his face blushing a bright red that hovered on the cusp of purple. "She's <i>kissing</i> me and - and <i>stuff</i>!"

Elly's head peeked out for a brief moment. She turned to hiss at Kayama and slowly licked Mic's Adam's apple while maintaining eye contact. Then she buried her face back again.

"Hot damn. The hell with me, she's going to rip <i>you</i> apart, Yamada." The dark-haired woman whistled.

"That looked like a lick to me," Aizawa pointed out clinically. "Not a kiss."

"Please!" Mic gulped, his knees starting to give way. "M'serious! Her <i>hands</i> ..!" He howled so loud Aizawa had to erase his quirk.

"Stop that! Just tell her to calm down again, like Recovery Girl said."

"Ches, baby, you need to calm down," he pleaded desperately. "Cheshire? Please, we're not <i>alone</i> ...just wait, okay?" He had no idea why he chose those words exactly, but she whimpered a little and grew still.

"We're here."

"Great," Kayama drawled. "I'll go tell Yagi he's got to cover his classes for at least a day."

Chiyo had her sit on a cot while she checked her pulse and pressure, among other things. Hizashi walked quickly over and caught Elly's outstretched hand in his as soon as she raised it.

"Yeah, so," he grumbled, his voice rising as he grew more anxious. "Why'd she call <i>me</i> her <i>mate</i>?!"

"Take it easy, young man." Recovery Girl shook a finger at him. "You're going to need to hold it together for her."

"But - <b>mate</b>!"

"She can't hide her feelings when she's like this." She pointed to where Elly was clinging to his hand, upset she wasn't making full-on body contact anymore. "This woman is in love with you, Yamada, and you have a choice to make. You can acknowledge you feel the same way and we can give you a ride to a treatment center for couples. Or, if you don't love her, we send her to the hospital."

Hizashi cringed, rubbing at his neck where there were red marks from his heavy gear. "Hospital?"

"They'll drug her through it."

"She's <i>scared</i> of that!" He turned and curled an arm around her in a protective manner, his eyes huge behind his sunglasses. She huddled in his embrace, picking up on his fear for her and whimpering.

Chiyo smiled. "That easy, huh?"

He blushed. "Uh, I uh, well. You know, I'd've told her before but we're busy all the time and, uh."

"Of course."

"All right. This is the center. We can have someone drive you to the gates but there's always a crowd in front, unfortunately. You'll be seen."

Aizawa poked his head inside from where he'd been listening in the hallway. "Go easy, Mic," he warned. "I know how you feel about the media."

"I just want her to get better," he stressed firmly. "I don't care about those vultures right now."

Of course, those "vultures" were packed tight up to the gates on this day. Hizashi groaned but held tight to Elly's hand as he helped her put of the school vehicle, hoping to walk inside without any incidents. The crowd didn't part, however, choosing instead to rush at them shouting questions and taking pictures.

He drew a deep breath. "Back up quick, yo! She's hurt an' we need to get into the center!"

A few bolder fans and reporters didn't listen, unfortunately, and most were women, which aggravated her worse. As one grew close enough to touch his sleeve she snarled and sliced at her with a swipe of her hand. If she'd had her gloves on the civilian would have been badly injured, but all she got was a scratch. Elly growled incoherently in warning. Hizashi thought he caught one word: "<i>Mine</i>".

He spun around and shielded her from the people crowding in the front. "Shhh, it's okay," he cooed lightly, stroking her hair. "I've no interest in them. No one else. Mikey's all yours. My eyes are on you, my hands... see? All you."

Her fangs disappeared as the edges of her mouth uncurled, and her breathing slowed and grew more even. "M - Mic. <i>Mic</i>."

"Good kitty," he murmured.

"Hey, what's the big deal?!" Someone shouted from the crowd that had gathered around them. "Someone could've been hurt!"

Hizashi stood up to his full height and looked around, his eyes cold and narrowed to angry slits. "You're right. Someone <i>coulda</i> been hurt. You need to listen when a hero tells you to move away."

There was nothing they thought to say to that, although there were mutters of discontent from the fangirls.

He turned back to Elly. "We're almost there, babe. Hang on, we're gonna make a run for it." He picked her up, remembering how much easier she was to handle before and wanting to escape the situation as fast as he could. Some in the crowd had their phones out and he knew they'd recorded their interactions anyway. Besides, he was proud she was in love with him and thought she wouldn't mind going public afterward, either.

"We're gonna be all over social media soon," he sighed as he opened the door with his hip.

"Present Mic, we've been expecting you." There was a small group of staff huddled near the front desk that walked a wheelchair out towards them. The person gestured and he surrendered his bundle over. She fussed a little, but he had a better understanding of her condition now and took off his jacket to cover her with it.

"Very good," the attendant murmured.

"Yeah, I learned that the hard way." Hizashi strode over to the desk and checked in. "So... I didn't learn too much about this place before we had to come. What's so special? Private rooms?"

"Yes, and more, customized to your specific needs. For you, a soundproof room - or, as much as we can make one soundproof, considering the strength of your quirk -- with no glass or anything breakable. Meal plans for her included, as she will need more caloric intake during mating. And..." The woman checked the computer screen, reading the information Chiyo had sent. "Oh, we've also got your allergies covered, so don't worry."

"Allergies?"

"To latex."

He coughed and looked uncomfortable. "Oh. Ohhhh. Good."

The attendant wheeled her to the room and left her with him in a chair facing the bed, closing the door firmly behind them when they left.

Hizashi drew in a deep, stuttering breath. "Okay, all right." He cleared his throat and walked over to the bed, yanking his boots off and his jacket along the way. "Alone at last, huh?"

Elly seemed wary now that it was just them.

"Aww. You doin' all right? What's the matter?"

She shook her head. The more of his hero costume that came off, the more confused and agitated she became. He worked a hand through his slicked up tresses, pulling them down with an ease born out of practice.

"Hizashi," she groaned.

"That's me, kiddo." He sat on the bed, bouncing a few times to test it out. "Hey, memory foam. No squeaking!" He laughed and she twitched a few inches forward.

Hizashi figured he'd better pull all the stops. If she was going to get better she needed to - well, she needed to get over this sudden, strange shyness.

"C'mon baby, don't be bashful <i>now</i>," he crooned, spreading his legs and hiking the shirt up further,  exposing his firmly defined abdomen. "You were practically taking bites out of me through my t-shirt before. What's wrong, lost yer appetite?"

Her eyes were huge, her pupils blown wide and her striped tail stiffly trembling. She swallowed, then licked along the front row of her teeth where her fangs were. The blond haired man suddenly realized that she was literally drooling with lust.

"Uh oh," he choked.

<i>She was getting worse and</i> that <i>was confusing her - !</i>

"<i>Hizashi</i>," she breathed roughly, her chest heaving.

"Oh god baby, look ou - yikes!" He was slammed back into the mattress as she leaped on top of him. Her hands thrust up inside his shirt, hungrily groping him far, far more intimately than she had on campus. He whined, writhing underneath the onslaught and praying he could satisfy her. One of his hands brushed her tail as it waved about and he instinctively closed his fingers around it.

Elly's head and ears shot up. She arched her back and started to shake all over.

"Oh?" He stroked up the underside from the base, admiring the silky fur. "You like this?" Her glorious purple eyes started to tear up and he grinned. "Listen to me, Ches, I don't know what to do here. I've never had a mate before."

She stared at him with a little frown, her eyes still trickling tears from the corners.

"Oh, no! No, I've had sex, sweetness. I just haven't done <i>this</i> before. You need to tell me what you need."

Emotional outbursts were a part of her heat, and he just told her he'd been with others before. Normally this wouldn't have struck so hard, maybe a little jealousy that would easily brush off. But in her hormone-induced, possesive state she clung to him and wept.

His face fell, and he did the only thing he could think of - he panicked. "It's okay! I'm sorry, what did I say? Was it that you weren't my first?" He held her and rocked her gently in his arms. "You're like a big ol' teapot, aren't you? Just waitin' to pop off at any second. Look - the others don't matter. I've never felt the way I feel about you, ever. I think I'm in forever love with you, baby, an' that's what matters."

She buried her face in his shirt, sniffling.

"Tell me, love. What do I need to do?" He sighed when she didn't answer. She probably couldn't; she hadn't spoken more than a few words all day. But with her cradled comfortably in his arms and settled down - she was currently nibbling on his neck -- he picked up a pamphlet from the bedside table to skim through.

<i>Marking... praising, control. Oh, and 'don't mention old lovers' -</i>

"Oops," he said softly. "Sorry, babe." He returned to his reading, letting her graze on him.

<i>'She wants to be connected to you. Marking each other will calm her down enough to talk -'</i>

"Aha! That's why yer nipping at me." He deliberately moved his neck to one side, exposing more of his pale skin.

Elly purred, pleased, and bit down a little harder, sucking and licking. Hizashi closed his eyes and hummed quietly, the bulge in his pants getting harder to ignore. When he didn't move she grew bolder and he gasped, discovering a brand new kink he now had.

"Yeah, m'yours," he slurred, lust drunk and dreamy eyed. "Do more. I <i>like</i> it, baby. Mark me up."

His shirt was pushed out of the way and he was soon covered in love bites. She loved his arms and chest, and he lay there in a pleasure-induced fog right up until she came across a flat male nipple.

"<i>Oh fuck yes</i>!" Hizashi jolted up, his toes curling. "I - I gotta... you!" He growled, rolling her under him the opposite way on the bed. Elly mewed loudly and rolled her head back for him to bite. He sank his teeth in without thought, sucking with the intent to give her a bruise she would feel for days. He didn't stop until he heard her crying out with delirious pleasure, nails scrabbling on his back.

"Yes! Yes, Zashi! Yes! Take me! <i>Take me now!</i>"

"Oh my poor heart," he wheezed. "I'm'a make you pant an' scream and beg, baby. Hang on, hold on, all this nasty clothing has to go bye-bye."

She tried to help but in the end he was the one that had to undress them both. Eventually Hizashi knelt on the bed, naked, his hair free and glasses removed. He wanted to spend more time kissing her body, but frankly tonight she didn't need any more foreplay and was begging him to get on with it. He worried about condoms for a minute but then remembered their hero monthly blood testing and sterilization procedures.

They'd be fine.

The excitement of no protection spurred him to push onward, and he kissed her as he guided her to lay with her legs wrapped around him.

"Not so romantic for our first, but, eh. We can get a do-over once yer back to regular, huh?" He used a hand to steady himself, then bucked forward all the way until their bellies slapped tightly together.

"<i>Yes</i>!"

Hizashi was inclined to agree.

Never had he felt such heat and friction. He tried to pace himself but she was wild, gasping and moaning little "ah, ah, ah's" over and over again.

It was <i>really</i> inflating his ego.

"Oh yeah," he grunted, his rhythmic thrusting turning into mindless rutting, faster and harder while she cried out for more. "Oh yeah, oh <i>fuck</i> yeah, who's my baby!"

She screamed incoherently and he shook his hair back, sweat flying as the long tresses slapped his bare back.

"I said, <i>who's Zashi's baby</i>?"

"Me! I'm Zashi's! I'm all Zashi's!"

"<i>Ohhhhh</i> ho ho ho ho, shit, good girl. Good kitty, that's right." He groaned and jerked his hips up at an angle, causing her to scream with delirious pleasure. "Zashi's gonna - eurgh! -- gonna give it all to you. I..." He faltered, then howled so loudly all the furniture rattled. Elly's ears twitched but she didn't pass out as he'd directed it away from her at the last minute.

"Zashi!" Her body shook, radiating pleasure from deep within. Thighs trembling, she gave up and lay limp and moaning as he finished as well.

"Baby, oh baby ... <i>oh, yeah, baby</i>!" His eyes widened and he quickly stuffed his face in the pillow. She felt the cry vibrate the entire bed, though it being made of one solid material it stayed in one piece.

Hizashi lifted his head up, his expression dazed and more than a little apologetic. His mustache points were awry, and she smoothed them back to normal as he gathered his wits.

"Hmm. Hmm. Aren't you supposed to be the one losin' it?" He chuckled. "Sorry, Ches. Oh. And c'mere." He pulled her into a sweaty hug, kissing her noisily. "I love you."

She sighed happily. "Before my mind blanks again, Hizashi... I love you, so, so much."

He winked slyly at her. "Wellllll, yeah, I kinda figured that."

"Zashi!"

Flirt Wars (sleepy)

 

The top of Hizashi's head poked up from behind one of the sofa sections. Considering he was six foot and a half, this was a considerable feat. He was, indeed, laying almost flat on the floor behind it to pull off such a stunt.

And why?

Elly was sitting in the middle of the left hand couch, her ears droopy and her face bored. She looked <i>tired</i> - really, honestly exhausted -- but since it was two in the morning he figured she couldn't sleep. She wore fleece sleeping pants with little mushroom designs on them, and a top that read, "<i>go ask Alice when she's ten feet tall</i>".

He was coming to her rescue.

"Pssst, babe," he called out softly, inching closer. "Ches."

Her ears flicked but she didn't move her head. "Zashi? That you?"

"Yup."

She stifled a yawn. "Oh, did I wake you? I didn't mean to." Though sleepy, her voice still held a note of concern.

Hizashi unfolded himself off the floor and sat down, throwing his arm across the top of the couch behind her. "Nah. I couldn't sleep, either."

"Oh."

They sat in silence for a few minutes. It was a comfortable silence, though, and neither felt the need to break it. Then, perhaps because it was so late and she was so tired, Elly sighed and her head fell sideways onto his arm.

"S'okay, babe. Here, let's do this right." He gently pulled her into his arms onto his stomach while laying back on the edge of the couch. "There," he murmured softly. He blinked down at her weary face and smiled, passing a hand over her eyes.

"Zashi..."

"Hush, little one," Hizashi whispered, and then, incredibly, he began to sing. It was obviously a lullaby, and not one she knew, but his voice blocked out the world and everything was <i>perfect</i>. Comforted in a way she had never known, her heavy eyelids stayed closed and she was soon purring, happily asleep.

His soft smile remained on his lips as he drifted off, too.

Mark 7

 Hizashi swung her through the threshold of his home, stepping inside and kicking his boots off in one fluid motion. Elly removed her simple sneakers, looking around as she did. The decor was simple, modern but with a good splash of seventies kitsch thrown in.

There was a living room space to the left that had a double glass door that led onto a fenced-in patio. To the right was a huge kitchen with a bar and island, and stools set up to one side. Farther over appeared to be the dining room but it wasn't too visible from where she stood, nor could she see any rooms that were in the hallway by the kitchen so she assumed it was long. She set her shoes near his and walked further in.

Hizashi popped up from behind the bar in the kitchen. "You want something to drink? I got soda of all kinds, juice, beer, some spritzers  ...oh and there's a full bar but I, uh. I'm not good at mixing stuff an' I dunno if you even want to drink alcohol?"

"What kind of spritzers?" She wandered over and he clicked cans against bottles as he rummaged in the fridge.

"Cherry, mango, peach - bleah, I hate peach -- um. Oh, and kiwi."

"Hmm. I'll take mango."

"Sure thing!"  He grabbed a can and held it up. "Outta the can or glass with ice?"

"How did you know?" Elly grinned. "I always make everything super cold when I drink."

"Ha! So do I. I even put ice cubes in my beer - a friend threatened me about that, once." He snickered as he remembered and took another can for himself, then opened an upper cabinet to bring two glasses out. "There we go." He soon handed her the drink with a flourish.

"This is good. And your place is really nice, but I agree with your friends. It's huge!"

"Yeah, it is." He flopped down on a black suede sofa and stared somewhat morosely around. "My friends are right. But," he smiled again when she sat next to him. "But it's less lonely when someone else is here." He picked up his phone and fiddled with it for a minute, and soon strains of lovely, soothing music filled the room. Another touch and most of the lighting dimmed, leaving the room drenched in secretive darkness except for a soft glow from the moon shining outside and a row of lights under the kitchen counter.

"I knew you'd have a good sound system." Elly relaxed and sipped her drink, closing her eyes and letting the music waft over her. "You know... you're putting more effort into entertaining than any of my old boyfriends did. Isn't that funny? I always thought soulmates just, I don't know. Didn't have to go through the motions. I never thought too hard about it."

"Well yeah, I mean... some people think that having found their soulmate means that's it. Like, they don't hafta work at the relationship. But <i>why</i>?" He set his glass down on the table in front of them and crossed his arms. "They're given this awesome chance, you know, with the person they're meant to be with. And they take it for granted."

She placed her glass down firmly. "That's what bugged me. I really thought it was bullshit... until Kayama found hers and their marks flowed." When she glanced over at him he was close, his hazel eyes filled with understanding. Elly felt a shiver run up her spine, the anticipation causing her tail to fluff out. He saw this and grinned.

"Pretty kitty," he murmured before he reached out to cup her head in one hand, bringing her closer for a drink-sweetened kiss. It was quite more serious than the ones they had shared on the beach, and both were breathing hard when they parted.

They were silent for awhile, and then he reached over and paused the music. "Can we check something? I wondered if ours would still move if there wasn't music. Aside from the initial reaction, that is."

"Hmm." She stared at hers, so pretty when it activated, so plain without.

"And what if we put 'em together? Like, our actual arms touching." He slid his hand over and clasped it in his, lowering his body so their arms rested together. He moved slowly so she could protest if she wanted, but Elly was quiet. She was impressed by his strength to hold himself above her for so long without any trembling in his muscles. They finally lay together, her tail twining about his legs and their faces inches apart.

Their Marks were pulsing, the rainbow colors brighter than ever and glowing again in the night.

"Oh... oh, wow."

"There's no music but they're still going."

Hizashi swallowed hard and rested his forehead on hers, his eyes filled with unshed tears. "Babe, it's our heartbeats. If there's no music, they match our - our... we've got <i>one heartbeat</i>." He trailed off, groaning softly with passion. "Kiss me," he pleaded. "<i>Kiss me, please</i>, I can't stand it anymore. I don't know how it's possible, but I'm so in love with you!"

Since Elly felt exactly the same, she didn't hesitate, wrapping her free arm around his neck to caress the back of his head. He held her hand throughout the kiss, and for the next several until he needed to take his glasses off. After setting them aside, his lips and hands grew much busier, trailing down her neck and body. She played with the bun at the back of his head until his hair came free, tumbling down over his back and shoulders.

Hizashi's mouth was hot on her neck, sucking and kissing. "Mnn, there it goes," he whispered. "My hair's my makeout meter. Little strands fall out during play, but when it all comes falling <i>down</i>..."

She gasped, her eyes closing in bliss. "Oh god, <i>Hizashi</i>."

"I want to take you into the bedroom, baby," he whispered. "Give you the first night of the rest of our lives."

How on earth could she say no to <i>that</i>?

Temptation 22

 Hizashi lingered in bed as she stretched and looked around for her clothing. "I wish we could cuddle," he sighed wistfully, eyeing her warm body with longing. "I feel so close to you now."

Elly sat on his lap, pulling his arms around her and kissing him. "I do, too. And I want to cuddle just as much, but if we stay too long dinner will get cold."

At the mention of the demon in the kitchen, however subtle, he stiffened, his eyes going wide. "Oh. Oh, I was a little loud, wasn't I. Is he going to..?"

"If he was going to attack you, sweetheart, he'd have done it already." She handed him his clothes with a gentle smile. He positively beamed at the nickname and slipped his shirt back on.

Once they were dressed they headed into the kitchen, where the lack of any kind of smell threw them off guard. The absence of dinner was explained when the angel found Shota laying on the floor, however.

"What the?!" He bent and patted his cheeks. "He passed out."

Elly rushed over on his other side and stroked his forehead. "Shota? What happened?!"

"Wh... ah, fuck." He opened his gray eyes with an irritated grimace. "I'm fine," he grunted as Hizashi helped him up.

"Are you?" She watched him closely.

"Yeah, what gives? How long were you out like that?"

"Not long." He stared at the mess he'd made and sighed.

"Well, what happened?"

"I, ah, ate too much. Though it was kind of a force feeding situation at the end." He blinked mildly at the blond haired being. "I wasn't aware your kind could incite that <i>much</i> pleasure in a partner."

The angel looked a little startled, and then he started to blush furiously.

"I'll just get some takeout," Elly shrugged. She made as if to pick up the keys next to her bag on the counter near the door, but Shota stopped her.

"You've got literal afterglow," he pointed out, rubbing the back of his neck and wincing. "<i>Both</i> of you."

"After..?"

"He's right." Hizashi gestured at his body, which she saw was now softly lit, a light radiance shining all around him.

"I thought that was the lighting."

"No," he chuckled wryly. "It seems it's a side effect of sorts."

"I hope it goes away. This would be really hard to explain to people. Even the truth wouldn't cut it."

"I'm afraid you're going to hafta stay inside for longer anyway, love." Hizashi laid a hand on her side. "We didn't notice in the, ah, moment. But your injuries are way better."

Elly's eyes widened. She twisted her torso this way and that, lifting up the bottom of her shirt to check the big one. "Ohhhh my goodness."

"Ha," Shota laughed out loud. "An unexpected bonus."

Hizashi glanced at him, uncertain of the demon's mood. "Are you really okay with this? I mean, we, ah. I slept with the woman you're in love with."

Elly took a deep breath, trying to not show how nervous she was despite his assurances earlier.

For a minute the incubus didn't say anything. Then he turned his back to them and started cleaning up the spill of food on the floor. "I can't lie to either her or you," he said when he stood back up. He set his palms on the counter and spoke calmly. "I'm not jealous."

"Oh." Hizashi looked relieved. "Good."

"What are we going to eat?" Elly asked quietly. She looked unconvinced and her question just might have been to jump them past the awkward topic. Then again, she was definitely hungry - her stomach growled loudly. "Erk."

"I'll get the takeout if you don't mind cleaning up the rest of this." Shota waved a hand at the vegetables and some of the chicken that hadn't fallen to the ground. "Sorry, by the way."

"I can get that."

"All right," he said quietly. "I'll go to the place on the corner and get our usual stuff." He walked to the door and was out before either of them could say anything.

Shota stepped out in the cool air, determined to get some of her favorite foods from the restaurant nearby. As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, however, he rubbed at his upper left side, frowning hard. His breathing became erratic and he paused to calm himself.

As he stood in the apartment corridor a sleek, black cat strolled out from around a corner and gave him a very direct stare.

Shota snorted. "Don't start," he warned.

<i>Start something? Me?</i> The cat yawned hugely, showing all her sharp teeth. <i>Why ever would I do that?</i>

"I don't need any of your shit now, Midnight." Shota's lips pressed into a thin line, though his hand still clutched at his heart and he was breathing heavily.

<i>I come to check up on you and this is the thanks I get?</i>

He bared his fangs at her. "<i>Leave me</i>!"

<i>Fine</i>. The demoness flicked her tail at him as she turned around. <i>Go ahead and have your cry. The angel beat you to her heart, and if you're foolish enough to care you</i> deserve <i>the pain.</i> She strutted off into the distance.

Shota waited until he was certain she was gone. Then he let out the harsh breath he'd been holding in and shook his head. "Stupid bitch," he grated.

The sound of laughter echoed in the corridor from somewhere behind him. He recognized it as Elly's and smiled, then winced.

<i>Fuck</i>.

Now with vitamin R

 The villains had been rounded up, the cops lust for paperwork fulfilled. Though it was extremely late, the two heroes stopped at the kitchen in the teacher's dormitory to get a drink before cleaning up for bed.

Elly rummaged around in the fridge, hissing with irritation. "Somebody drank all my milk again!"

Aizawa grunted. "Get a mini fridge if it bothers you that much." He frowned; he felt woozy all of a sudden.

"I'd just fill it with snacks. Too tempting." She whipped around when he stumbled against the counter. "Eraser?"

Aizawa groaned and turned away. "Don't fucking look at me."

"Don't be stupid," she hissed. "You got hit with a quirk?" Elly grabbed him and turned him over. "Why didn't it do anything earlier?"

He curled in on himself, shaking his head. His long, black hair hung down and obscured his face but she could see two odd, fuzzy flaps sticking out of the sides of his head. She reached out and touched one, then jumped back as he kicked out.

"Don't!"

"Damn it." Elly turned invisible and crept in front of him. From her better vantage point she could see bumps on his forehead, and -

Aizawa's eyes flashed red. She sighed as her quirk was canceled and she stared blandly back at him as he glared at her. "I said, don't look at me."

Her nose twitched. "I smell ...oh. Is that <i>you</i>, Eraser?"

"Yes." Knowing his scent had given him away, he stood, exposing himself to her view at last.

The furry flaps on his head were white, floppy ears and the bumps on his forehead rounded horns. His nose was slightly wider with a little indent down the middle, and his one good leg had sprouted a hoof at the end instead of a human foot. As he got up a long, thin tail with a tuft of dark hair at the tip whipped at his legs.

"You're... now this is different."

"I ate a burger at lunch."

Her eyes widened. "Whatever you last ate..?"

"It appears that's how it works, yes." He looked furtively around to make sure no one was near. "I'm getting into bed until this wears off." When he moved to walk, however, the prosthesis on his one leg didn't quite add up to the flatter, different hoof. She had to catch him before he fell.

"Watch it!"

He swore sulfurously, his face a thundercloud. "How the hell - hey!"

Elly hushed him. "The others will hear." She threw his one arm around her to support him, and together they hobbled off to his room. Aizawa collapsed on his bed while she followed.

"Thanks," he said grudgingly. "I know how to sleep, though. I can take it from here."

"No... wait." She paused, sniffing again. "I smell something else."

He rolled over and she saw two wet spots on his hero outfit. He must have felt the damp, because he looked, too. "What fresh hell is this?" He asked no one in particular, his tired gray eyes rolled up to the ceiling.

Elly sat on the edge of the bed as he unzipped the top half of his suit and pulled off the shirt underneath. His chest was stained pink, blushing across his pectoral muscles. The firm chest looked plumper, and his usually flat male nipples were stiff and dripping.

The cat woman blinked. He was frozen with confusion but she reached out and touched a curious fingertip to one of the swollen nubs.

"St - stop," he gasped. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Elly pressed experimentally and a trickle of milk dribbled out from the rigid flesh. Encouraged, she squeezed harder and he let out a harsh whine, his face burning brightly across the bridge of his nose.

"Shota," she purred. "You're <i>lactating</i>. I really don't know how it's possible but this is amazing."

He choked, weakly trying to push her away but she clung to him. "Fine, it's strange. Quit trying to - aaah!"

She leaned forward and licked gently at his left nipple. "Oh my god," she purred, her voice dreamy. "It's <i>delicious</i>." This time she bent and wrapped her lips around it, suckling to continue the flow.

Aizawa lost what little was left of his mind. Though he hated to admit it, the feeling of her body pressing intimately on him and her lazy, satisfied purring would have been enough to break him on a regular day. Add to that his oddly tender, swollen nubs of flesh that only grew more sensitive as she sucked and toyed with them and he sank into a mental space he didn't know existed.

Panting and writhing, he arched his back into her touch. "Okay," he gasped. "If you're gonna do it, then <i>do it</i>." He grasped her hand and placed it on his free nipple.

She looked up at him, pulling off with a trickle of milk running down her chin. "What do you need, sexy?"

"It aches if you don't... you know. If you're gonna do it, just fucking <i>milk</i> me already."

Elly pinched hard and he moaned thickly as a stream squirted out, his mouth hanging open and his tongue peeking out as he panted. "I swear this is the dirtiest dream I've ever had," she sighed before going back to sucking him dry. "Because it <i>has</i> to be a dream."

"Hah ... ahh, don't stop." He bucked his hips up, chasing the sensation of her soft weight pressing on top of him. She switched sides and he reached for the back of her head, pulling her close. "F - ffffuck, that feels so good! More! More!"

His tracksuit was a sodden mess by now. He growled, impatient, and ripped it open right down to the crotch. His underwear were bulging with one of the most tremendous erections he'd achieved, and he unabashedly shoved the boxer briefs off.

"Oooh, frisky." She noticed his freed member and slicked her palm with milk before gripping it firmly. "Let's get it <i>all</i> out, like you suggested," she whispered into his mouth as she kissed him.

Aizawa kissed back desperately, his brows drawing into a tight frown as she pumped him quickly to release. Without knowing why, he grabbed his swollen breasts as he neared climax, squeezing hard. Milk sprayed everywhere and he cried her name so loudly he was hoarse afterward. He shot several bursts of much warmer semen across his belly to mix with the sweat and dairy before passing out.

When he woke hours later, he was warm and dry, dressed in a simple sweatshirt and shorts. Confused, he held his head in his hands, groaning at the sullen headache in his temples.

<i>My forehead</i>!

His fingers splayed out, searching for the rounded bumps of horn, but his forehead was smooth aside from the wrinkles of a deep frown. He ran a hand through his hair and felt very human ears on the sides of his head.

Although he could have passed it off as a very strange sexual fantasy, he knew the events he remembered had occurred. One reminder was a wet towel and washcloth hanging in his bathroom from a shower he didn't recall. Another was the torn, milk-stained tracksuit folded on the counter. Several purple and lavender hairs were scattered about on the dark cloth.

Aizawa stared at them for a long time until a slow smile spread across his scruffy face.

He sought the counselor out the next day afyer classes.

"Oh, hey, Eraser," she smiled sheepishly at him, her tail stilling in a slight panic. "Feeling better today, I see."

Aizawa simply looked her right in the eyes.

"Uh." Elly flailed around, aware of how awkward the situation was. Last night she had acted purely upon her whims without a thought of the future. "What's up?" She asked lamely.

He stared at her for a moment longer and then grinned in that distressing way he sometimes had. One hand stole into a pocket of his new tracksuit and brought out a suspicious bag of dried herbs.

Elly took one sniff and her purple eyes glazed over.

"Payback, <i>kitten</i>," he chuckled wickedly. "It's your turn."

Casual Friday Antics

 <b>Cheshire</b>: <i>There's no way he's even noticed me today</i>

<b>Midnight</b>: <i>Oh yes he has! I saw him looking when your back was turned</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>You did? Maybe casual Friday wasn't such a bad idea, then</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>I mean, fantasy wise, I dreamed that he'd jump me in the janitorial closet or something</i>

<b>Midnight</b>: <i>It's not like him to try something so risky, but I bet he'd tear into you discreetly if he could</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>Oof, discreetly = no orgasm for me</i>

<b>Cheshire</b>: <i>ROFLMAO</i>

Elly sighed from where she sat at the edge of Aizawa's desk. He'd agreed to get drinks later, but he had papers to grade and she had decided to stay until he was done. Halfway through she'd gotten bored and texted Kayama.

She set her phone down and looked over at him, so busy in his work.

"Oh, I don't know." Aizawa didn't look up from the paper he was checking when he spoke. "I bet I could make you come without even taking off your underwear."

Elly wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. Her long, furry ears twitched. "I'm sorry, what?"

"What you and Kayama were talking about." He calmly replaced a paper from the stack and began checking it with his red pen.

"You - you <i>saw</i> that?!"

"She texted me a screenshot."

Elly crossed her legs, the shock of hearing him say such things sending a jolt through her lower body. She normally didn't wear skirts and had chosen this because she wanted to flirt, but -

<i>I didn't think it would actually work</i>!

"What's wrong, kitten?" Aizawa had finished grading. He looked up, his expression enigmatic as ever but his voice filled with dry amusement. "Now you've caught me, you don't know what to do?

"I - I can't believe this is happening." She swallowed hard, watching him warily as he stretched. He opened a drawer in the desk and neatly stacked the papers and pen away.

"It is. Now why don't you sit closer?" He gestured to the front of the desk. "Swing your legs around in front of me."

"<i>Aizawa</i>!"

"Shota," he sighed.

"What?"

"I'm offering to bring you to orgasm. I insist you call me by my given name."

Elly's face flushed.

"Oh, that's cute," he murmured. "C'mon, then. Slide over and spread your legs. I want to see what color panties you're wearing."

She gave up. His low baritone was almost hypnotic in the way he droned on, seemingly unmoved. Swinging her legs around, she boldly threw one over him and sat slightly spread out directly in front of his gaze.

"Well?"

He gently caressed her inner thighs with one rough palm each, lifting the skirt as he went. "White? Very nice. I bet if you got wet enough, I could see all of your pretty pussy."

She stared down at him, stunned at how easy dirty talk came to the scruffy homeroom teacher. Aizawa's charcoal gray eyes were half-lidded, almost bored, yet there was an amused tilt to his eyebrows. He blinked at her and then moved, nuzzling into the thin satin and slowly opening his mouth. He waited until she shivered with reaction to close it, softly munching the wet mound until it grew pliable.

"A - Aiz - Shota, what ..."

He stuck his tongue out and licked the fabric, one long, wet stripe from bottom to top. She squealed softly when he rested the tip of his tongue at the top, and he grinned that damned cheeky grin at her.  Before she could part her suddenly dry lips to speak, however, he buried his face in the damp cloth, nuzzling and licking. He molded the thin strip to her body and suckled relentlessly at the lump that had emerged on the top of her sex.

She learned never to doubt him that day.