Chat tensed up, and Marinette squeaked, turning around.

"Tikki, transform me." She ordered coolly. It was time for her to bring back Chat Noir. A few seconds later, Ladybug stood in front of him. "You know I'm not letting you hurt Nora."

"I have... no choice..." He groaned, in evident pain. She bit her lip- but she couldn't let him hurt her.

"Everyone has a choice, Chaton, and your choice is to come back to me." She replied, "Or I can pin you down and deal with the akuma on my own." She added, her voice lowered.

"Pin me down, sweetheart, and I'll end up on top." He quipped. She smiled, cocking her head to the side.

"Hmm, maybe, just maybe-" She said, her finger trailing down her body, "I'd like that. Maybe I want you to be rough, and maybe I want you to growl and show me who's in charge. Maybe-" She grinned slyly, "I want you to screw me." Pitch scowled, and from the shadows hissed the same command.

"Kill Eleanor." He repeated.

"Well, then, I guess I'll postpone my plans." He grinned, shoving her against the wall fiercely. Pitch cursed, but had no control over the cat.

Well, he would later do his task, thought Pitch.

"Maybe this time we won't get caught." She whispered against his skin, tugging at his suit hopelessly, knowing only he could take the damned thing off.

"Oh, even if we do, I'm not stopping." He pulled her hair free from it's bunches, and she licked her lips in hunger, "I've wanted you for a long time, Bugaboo." The bluenette shivered at his tone, and he pulled her against his chest. Pitch, who had no desire in watching the couple, left, and walked out, where the Guardians' stood in waiting.

"You abandoned her, Pitch-"

"I never, Jackson, unlike you. I never pretended to be there." Pitch responded, and Jack clenched his fists, knowing the nightmare king was correct, "you were only there for Elsa, and after she was disposable, we both know what happened. Let's not relive it, hm?"

"You killed her you son of a bitch, when you realised-" Again, the man cut Jack off, by raising a finger to his lips.

"Shh, you don't want to ruin the lovers' moment, do you?" He pointed to the door.

Chat Blanc nibbled at the younger girl's ear, enjoying hearing her soft moan. She gripped at his back, her nails digging into flesh.

"You're beautiful, Mi'lady, you know that, right?" He whispered, "always you."

"You..." The teenage girl seemed a loss of words, and Chat smiled slightly, moving against her body. More than once, she knew that he was large compared to other guys', but she had no idea how good it felt when they were together, they just fit perfectly.

And this time, although he'd felt bad, he'd given her a contraception without her knowledge.

She arched her hips back, screaming his name out. Begging him to continue.

"You were saying, sweetheart?" Chat asked, as he felt her grip tighten.

"Chat!" She gasped, and he let out a groan as he released himself into her. True, the release was sweet, but hearing her moan out his name softly, was sweeter.

"My little Buagboo, you're so purrecious to me." He whispered, collapsing next to her. A short amount of time later, he'd fallen fast asleep. The young girl sat up, gingerly, and put her suit on. She looked at him as he slept, looking so frail and weak. She hated herself for what she was about to do to him. She kissed his soft pale lips gently, and he didn't stir. She covered him up in blankets, a tear falling down her cheek. She gripped his baton, and walked out the bedroom. Silver Heart was leaning against the door, and Ladybug walked out. He made no comment on her puffy red eyes, or her messy hair, but merely crossed his arms.

"What do you need, LB?" He asked her, concerned.

"I need you to break this." Her voice broke, and the tears fell down her cheeks faster than before, "Before I break my resolve." She hiccoughed, and he pulled her close to his chest, telling her it'd be alright. Briefly, he'd forgotten she was Marinette, and lifted her face to his.

"You won't break your resolve." He told her, "I have faith in you." She closed her eyes, nodded, and turned to face him.

"Do it." She told him.

"Right, then." He brought his sword down, the baton smashed in uneven halves. An akuma flew out, and she caught the akuma expertly in her yoyo. A purified white akuma flew out of it.

"Bye-bye little butterfly," She sighed, "Miraculous Ladybug!" She called out. The small damage that Chat had caused- a few broken glasses, really- was reset. Adrien walked out, rubbing his eyes. His hair covered his eyes, and he looked at her through his lashes. His eyes lit up when he caught sight of her. He held his arms open, and she ran into him, running her hands through his hair, up his back, all whilst kissing him almost to the point of being senseless. Silver watched the couple, feeling awkward.

But not particularly caring about her being with him.

It had felt good to make her feel better, and watching her with him made him realise that maybe, just maybe, he'd find love somewhere, from someone else. Adrien looked at him, grateful.

"Thank you." He whispered slightly out of breath.

Adrien had thanked him. That had made him feel even better, knowing that Adrien was grateful for him. Adrien's luscious blonde locks covered his sexy emerald eyes. Oh God, was he perving on Adrien? Shit. Nathaniel's eyes widened. He was into Adrien? Somehow, that was worse than liking Marinette. He had no idea where the thought came from, but he wanted to kiss as Adrien.

Unless... It was never sweet Marinette.

It was always Chat. He'd always challenged him, always made him feel like he had a purpose. Holy shit, Nathaniel panicked, I'm gay.

Marinette sat up, touching her head with her fingertips. She had forgotten the amount of times they'd had sex that night, but logically her body should be immobile, especially considering he'd nipped at her.

"Morning, Chat, I mean Adrien." She blushed red.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting upright. She saw a long scratch across his back. A scratch she'd probably made. She enjoyed his company, enjoyed having him back, the real Chat Noir. "I didn't mean to be rough with you-" She silenced his laments with a kiss.

"Don't apologise," She whispered, "I liked what we did last night."

"You what?" He asked, in shock. She giggled.

"I. Liked. What we did. Last. Night." She repeated, and he rubbed her shoulders.

"I liked doing what we did last night." She could almost laugh at the fact that he was being so innocent. Well, two could play at that game. She looked at him through her lashes.

"What did we do last night?" She asked him.

"You know-" He grinned, his hand grabbing her hand, "Sex." She pulled him closer to her.

"Can you whisper that in my ear?" She asked, blushing.

"Sex." He whispered, his breath tingling her ear. She shivered violently.

"Okay, that's a turn on." She replied, nuzzling his neck.

Nathaniel battled his inner concious.

Why did he like Adrien/Chat so badly? He couldn't understand himself, and after that dream he'd had about Chat, well, he couldn't help but feel dirty.

Really dirty. Jack opened the door, touching Nathaniel's shoulder lightly. Blue eyes met his own, and he coughed awkwardly, the gesture making him shudder.

That was how Chat touched him in his dream.

"You okay?" He asked, looking awkward at him.

"Uh, I'm fine."

"Right, then..." Jack looked at him and then his hands.

"Well, I think I need a minute alone, you know?" He asked.

"Not really, considering you've been alone all night." Jack grinned, and Nathaniel smiled shakily. Fuck, Nathaniel thought, he looks like Chat when he smiles. He's cute. Then Nathaniel glanced at Chat, who Marinette was attached to, like they were joint at the hip. He saw Chat holding their daughter with his spare arm, and he wanted to scream in frustration.

Why couldn't he just stick to liking Marinette?

The window opened as the couple walked in, and Pitch stood menacingly in the room. Adrien held his fiancee and child closer protectively, staring at him.

"You failed me, Chat Blanc, and so now you'll suffer. I'd say sweet dreams, but you won't be having any." The black sand was heading for Adrien.

Nathaniel leaped in the way.

The nightmares took hold of him like vines and poisoned his mind.