This is a result of me embracing my dark side taking toll while watching the Copycat episode. Warning for sexual harrassment. Sexual assault. But nothing graphic. I tried conveying emotions. Bear in minds: I tried.
Well, as they say:
Canon - torture the cinnamon roll
Fanfic - torture the cinnamon roll
Enjoy?
The warehouse looked normal, as in how normal could a sculptor's workplace look. But at the very back of the room there was a metal trapdoor opened, which most probably lead to the man's hideout.
Chat Noir made a quick call to Ladybug, hoping it wouldn't take him long to unarm the Copycat himself, and entered the hidden room.
He tried to suppress his steps, but the stairs were made of cheap metal, that clicked under Chat's boots and he cringed at the sound. So much for sneaking in... It seemed though, that no one was inside. The cellar was dark with the exception of a single light bulb hanging from the ceiling. The air was humid and thick. One could choke in such atmosphere. Tensing, Chat tried enhancing his senses; to hear any indicator of the villain's presence, or to notice something extraordinary. He didn't need to wait long.
He stepped on a loose concrete tile, that clicked suspiciously and, before he could react, from a hidden mechanism under the floor, a pair of shackles shoot, clasping around his wrists. The boy yelped with surprise.
"What the-?"
Examining the chains he saw that they were massive enough to lock down an unnaturally strong superhero. They connected to a crank in the floor. A mouse trap set for a cat... by a copycat.
Not thinking much, Chat raised his hand, summoning his destructive powers to get rid of the chains. But before he could perform the magic, something forced his claws onto a piece of wood. And just like this, his only solution for a quick release vanished in the dust of his hands. Chat growled and looked around.
The feline creature standing in the shadows behind him chuckled viciously, the sound of it and the sight of glowing lime green eyes sending unpleasant creeps down the superhero's spine.
"Well, I expected more from the oh-so-great hero of Paris. - a voice similar to his own drawled. Its tone, however, was everything but familiar. The darkness in it crawled under. - You fell into my trap like a cat in the box!"
Oh, he so did not like this villain at all.
"If you gotta crack jokes on my account, at least make them funny!" Chat retorted, keeping his eyes on Copycat who was now circling him, lurking on the edge of the light; conveniently away from the reach. It was enough for him to see the villain, though. And he felt utter irritation at the sight, for there stood a perfect copy of himself, grinning devilishly with a self pride so visible, it engulfed him wholly.
Enough with the gaping, Chat reached behind his back to...to find nothing there. And again he heard a hissing chuckle shaking off of the villain.
"Looking for something?" - the fake held up Chat's baton in one hand and his own in the other. The real one growled again.
"Give it back!"
"Why? So you could think you have an advantage over me? In your dreams, kitty!"
Kitty
Only Ladybug could call him that. Coming from any other mouth it sounded like an insult. Even though their partnership didn't seem like a very close one yet, it happened to be their own, mutual thing that she could call him his pet name, and he could address her as his Lady.
Speaking of whom...
Chat's communicator signaled incoming call and he watched with a dread as the fake answered it. He wanted to warn his partner, to scream for her it was a trap, but the other cat in the room ended the call before his voice could be heard and started walking around again -
"Don't worry, pal. I'm not going to hurt her."
Like that was supposed to calm him...
"After all... - Copycat grabbed a photo of Ladybug and stared at it, zoning out for a moment. Chat watched his face and the expression he saw, filled him with anxiety for his partner. The man was examining every detail of the heroine silhouette in the picture. His dark longing clearly visible in his mad eyes, and unconsciously bitten lips. - ...she's all I care about. All I need."
"If you so much as lay a finger on her, I- "
"You, though... - the fake cut him out, not caring one bit about what kind of threat Chat wanted to give. He walked to the side, to a small workshop table and took something. With a metal flick and a hiss of a lighter, a cigarette was lit, and Copycat inhaled deeply, turning to face Chat again. - I don't think you'll be of any use to me."
Chat clenched his fists, watching Copycat using his hands to flick the ash from the lit cigarette. The smoke enveloping his face made him look even more sinister. Glowing lime green eyes were getting closer, conveying a dark promise. A threat. So the cat tensed, readying himself for the clash.
A neon butterfly symbol stopped the fake in his tracks, as he listened to the voice in his head.
"The ring? - he spoke out loud, eyeing Chat - Easy, boss. This kitten is harmless now. I think I'd like to play a little with him, while I wait for Ladybug."
Chat didn't like the way Copycat's mouth formed a vicious grin. He tried tugging at his restrains, when suddenly something hit him hard in the back. The impact forming a surprised grunt from him. But with a flickering light above him he realized - he was laying on the ground. And that the Copycat had actually tripped him, without him even hearing any of his moves. He was horribly good.
Even more scaring was the sound of metal clicking above his head, and the feeling of his wrists being pulled. Seemed like the crank in the ground could be spun and cut his chains short. How convenient...
Also convenient was a faint first beep of Chat's ring. Very much needed right now.
"What's the matter, kitty? - his own head appeared in his vision - Feeling grounded?"
"Just wait. - the hero hissed - You'll regret this."
Copycat just snickered and put his feet on either of Chat's side and crouched with a swift motion. He inhaled the rest of his cigarette and leaned in, blowing the smoke straight into his victim's face.
Chat cringed at the unpleasant smell, burning sensation and ash on his tongue when he couldn't help but inhale the second mouthed smoke a bit. And it stung, he coughed.
"Get away from me!"
The man just chuckled and straightened his back, still being in a too close for comfort proximity to Chat. Even worse was when he put his knees down, straddling now the younger boy.
"Oh, I'm not planning on this. - his drawl reverberated through both of their bodies. Chat barred his teeth at the sensation, as his blood started running hot. He couldn't do anything. - And what exactly am I going to regret? That I possessed the body of Ladybug's lover? That I literally have the said lover on my will now? That I'll do anything to prove to Ladybug that I'm better that him and make HIM regret ever living?!"
Copycat grabbed Chat's collar and peered angrily, hungrily into his eyes. Cat like pupils dangerously narrowed and his own dilated, realizing appearing ideas in the other man's eyes.
A slick tongue made its way up his cheek and Chat winced with disgust. Then he thrashed.
"UGH! Get off!"
His arms ached, unnaturally bent up and restrained. His middle was actually grounded with another body pressed on. Legs couldn't find a good support to fight.
Different kind of fear clenched his guts. He was in a position no fourteen year old should ever find himself in. And it made him sick. Cold and sick.
Copycat squeezed his chin, grinning like a madman.
"What, purr-etty boy? - he purred! - You seem big enough to understand your... position."
Again the impersonator pinned Chat to the ground, and hunched forward, taking a liking to his golden bell. He suggestively stroke it once. Twice.
"Haven't you and your Lady ever been there? Haven't you wanted her to sit like this? To... touch you?"
Chat froze when his bell was pulled down with one sweep and he felt cold basement air on his naked chest. Leather clad claws that weren't his nonchalantly caressed his skin.
"Don't worry... for now. I'm an artist and I tend to cherish any artistic piece. And you appear to be a very... very fine work of art, Chat Noir."
Tingly feeling that Copycat left on Chat's skin lead lower and lower. It wasn't hurting, but he felt pain nevertheless. It was just wrong. Overly wrong. Physical strains tugged inside him; he tried not to feel anything.
To the point of choking up a quiet sob.
"...stop." - he breathed.
Copycat just chuckled and leaned in, again peering into his eyes. The ravish green now dark and menacing. Nothing but sick malice oozing from them. Along with his dizzying nicotine breath.
"There's nothing wrong in a little self-love, kitten."
Another beep of fading miraculous power filled a second of thick atmosphere and Chat grew more frantic and scared. Heart beating fast, he only started running with his thoughts, blocking his mind from the feeling of rough lips and tongue on his cheeks, accompanied with throaty moans. Or hands gripping possessively at his ribs. Or strange grating motions of another body pressed on his abdomen...
Where was Ladybug?
He shuddered. No. It was better that she wasn't here. To see him like this. To see him this helpless and scared and...
And not in his life he would have wanted Ladybug any near this madman. Even if he was a victim of Hawkmoth.
But she would come eventually. And he wouldn't be there for her if he lost his powers now.
So he thrashed, growling, pulling his arms, trying to find a way to escape, startling the copycat at first.
"Oh, wow, kitty grew claws!"
"Get. Off. Me, you bastard!"
The fake's only answer was a graceful change of position and then... a knee shoved between Chat's legs.
A high pitched squeak escaped Adrien's lips at the forceful contact, which surprised himself, for he hadn't even known he could produce such sound. Embarrassed partially of this, and his position secondly, he snarled with rage through gritted teeth and glared into the copy of his eyes. He found only cold, muddy satisfaction. And menacingly barred fangs.
"This cat has some claws too. And knows how to use them"
Then he scratched, deeply but not deadly, on Chat's chest and blood appeared as quickly as the boy's sudden shriek. Without the protection of the suit the wounds hurt, and he couldn't hold the pain and the surprise, and he whimpered, moving, trying to squirm away. The reaction visibly amusing his opponent. But he held him in a tight grip, dipping claws into his sides. Intoxicated with all Chat's sounds, entertained with his every fruitless attempt to flee, Copycat added a maddening laugh to the present cacophony of quiet curses, whining and clinking chains, never stopping his knee from rubbing in.
Get away. Get away. GET AWAY!
His mind both a whirlwind of cat instincts and a blank space of a human child. Where helplessness took hold, it was replaced in an instant with impulses of survival. When he tried biting back, it was soon changed into cold blood and limp body. Then he could just lay back and make an effort not to look into the villains eyes. Everywhere, but not his eyes. Piercing. Cold. Both glowing and shady.
"What's up, kitty? Tired already?"
He had to look up. Anger shook him abruptly, and Chat roared. Bending his torso up as far as he could and roared into the villains face, wordlessly , desperately expressing his boiling emotions. He breathed hard and ragged; his throat sore from all the strained sounds and snarls and hisses. He had to do something.
Chat struggled again, growling. When Copycat moved a bit, he felt the pressure in one of his legs loosening. Taking this as his last opportunity, he lifted one knee to kick, to make some space between them. In the cold basement he still felt too hot, despite the cold sweat and stone walls.
But the other cat noticed his attempt and reacted immediately. With another, now harder, shove in the now exposed groin.
Chat screamed in full as the pain erupted. Scratches on his chest gushed new droplets of blood and tears pricked in his eyes. Violated. That's the word. He felt so violated, and defeated. Through the white pain and humiliation he almost didn't notice the third signal of his miraculous.
Plagg. He must be holding the transformation as long as he can.
Adrien barely thought about the amount of Camembert he would have to buy his kwami after all this, when a new source of pain exploded. Now in his neck. So he focused on a blond head with black cat ears that purred and moaned right next to his face. He sobbed, terrified, as that head lifted and those cold eyes peered into him again and that face smiled haughtily. Blood splattered on its lips.
"Bad, kitty."
He bit him.
Help. He needed help. And quick. Anyone. Even Ladybug. Let her be here sooner. Help him. Chat didn't care. Just he needed away. Away from this monster. Please!
For the first time he regretted ever getting his ring. Also he learned hard way what consequences could lay in a seemingly little lie.
It was all his doing... Him himself. So Chat laid back again, as the wave of indifference and self-hatred engulfed him, slowly coming to accept his defeat. And punishment. He felt like fading. Just a few minutes and he'll transform back...
...shit, it hurts...
...and then Hawkmoth will take his miraculous and it will be all over. Just he needed this to end. Please, end this.
...please, stop...
...stop...
Copycat, pausing, braced himself on his palms, taking a close look on Chat's face. Then he grimaced at the expression he saw. Exhaustion and cold.
"You're no fun, when you're like this."
"You're no fun at all." - Chat Noir deadpanned, despite himself. At least some dose of his old self still remained...
A low, rumbling chuckle was the other cat's answer. This was coming to an end, superhero thought, just... in what way?
"You're right." - the impersonator replied - "This is no longer fun."
He French-kissed Chat's wound on the neck as if in good-bye (receiving almost no reaction this time), and reached for the boy's right hand, who seemed deflated from all emotions.
Just as he was about to take the ring, they heard a zip of a line and muffled, quick footsteps somewhere in the warehouse. So he paused and stood, his mouth forming an elated grin.
A devilish, elated grin.
"Chat?"
Ladybug.
The feeling of relief and fear hit Chat at once. She was here. Finally here. She was here.
Copycat shared his relief, but his other emotions were plainly different. Darker. Chat noticed it with a dread and tried to mentally grasp last remains of fight within him and took a breath.
"Lady-mpfh!"
A cloth was forced in his mouth, before he could cry anything more. Now any warning shouts were some barely muffled whines of a chained alley cat.
The villain flashed his teeth in triumph before leaping up the basement, leaving him chained, feeling degraded, his suit and skin disheveled, pained, but... still willing to break free, for there appeared a spark that made him want to.
Her.
But he heard their voices. She sounded so relieved. And Chat made an irritated sound, both at what that cat would be doing, would be planning to do, and at his chains that were just too thick to do anything with them...
Talk about his bad luck.
Then he more like sensed than heard at first Ladybug's footsteps approaching, and he tensed. It was too quiet. Where did that madman go?
Copycat was nowhere to be seen, when Chat saw Ladybug's face. Her concerned feelings. Determination, that soon was changed into... into fear. Disgusted, sticky fear.
Because she realized. She realized that her partner wouldn't have left a victim in such a state that this leather clad cat was in. And the one on the loose was actually...
Chat, still chained and gagged, started whining, shaking his head at her. His green eyes pleading "Run! Please run!". Hot tears still running down his face. But, of course, she wouldn't have left her partner to this fate. So she run for him, and crouched next to him, frozen for a moment, taking in the sight of horror. The chains. His wounded skin. The blood. His pained face...
Ladybug with her own pained expression and pity in her eyes, snatched the cloth from his mouth a little too quick and he winced.
"Ladybugh... - he panted - he... r-run... please..."
"He did this to you?" - the heroine couldn't comprehend the brutality of this particular akuma and she ignored Chat's pleas, much to his frustration. But she, though still shocked, was clearly building the fight within her of her own. Crumpling her nose as usual, she took in her surroundings, regarded her partner again and then frowned with fully developed plan. Firstly, wary of his wounds, she carefully pulled Chat's zipper up, enveloping his skin with their magical, protective leather and smiled kindly at him.
"I'll be back. Hold on, kitty."
And she was off. The fight didn't take her long with her renewed motivation. But it was enough time for Chat's transformation to go off somewhere in the middle of it.
When a flash of green light enveloped him, Adrien felt the pain in his body break out anew, and he screamed, and groaned, curling into himself, lungs burning from deep hectic breaths he took, trying to release his hurting.
Still chained though, he could just lay there on this concrete floor, sobbing quietly.
Right next to his head, a little black creature crawled closer to him, to pat him on the forehead.
"Kid? - he meowed weakly. A buried sniff answered him. - A-are you okay?"
Adrien grit his teeth when another whine escaped his lips. Okay? How, the hell, would he feel okay after what that bastard akuma did to him?
He wasn't okay. He was in pain. Felt... dirty. Dizzy. Sick.
Those glowing green eyes will forever haunt his dreams. Or even days. Because... those were his own eyes. Though threatening and creepy - those were his eyes. Eyes of a copycat.
Those adulterated intents... his touches... How could anyone find pleasure in such feelings?
Never again, Adrien thought. And this was his answer to if he was okay. Not now. Not when his body screamed at him. When his crotch throbbed in pain and his neck itched after being torn with teeth. But... After the pain is gone, he will make sure no one. ever. touches him. like that. Again.
So, when a swarm of magical ladybugs forming a cleansing spell flew through him, he took in a deep calculated breath, suddenly feeling a bit better. He gently picked Plagg from the ground and breathed.
"Y-yeah. I will be."
Please, scream at me for how I finished. I am a tired being, but I am happy i was able to actually finish this piece. Though I had different endings in mind... ugh. Please, also, don't be too harsh. I know this was painful. Kitty is alright, though.
Thank you for reading! Much love