Adrien laid in his bed with his knee drawn up and his hands behind his head. "What did he mean by that?" The question ran through his mind and he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Marinette rolled over and rested her hand on his chest. "What's bothering you?" Her smooth leg ran over his hips, as her hand skirted along his bare chest, and he pulled her closer with a groan.
"Keep doing that and I won't be thinking about it anymore." He raised her face up to hers and lingered a kiss on her lips.
She pushed him away slightly. "I'm serious. What did he say to you?"
Adrien sighed and rolled back onto his back and looked at the ceiling. "I can't get what he said out of my mind. I don't know what he meant when he said, You'll be crawling on your knees to me, Kitty. Don't you forget that."
Marinette was taken aback by the comment. "Try to think over what happened, I guess?"
"I helped him at the studio and he was purrfectly fine. So, what changed?" Adrien was really confused.
"Maybe… his manager spoke highly of you?" Marinette shrugged and played with some of his hair.
"Maybe. Plagg might know." Adrien shrugged. "I still don't know why I'll be crawling on my knees to him." He grit his teeth and she sat up slightly onto her elbow and touched his face. She bent out and captured his lips with her own and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her on top of him and deepened the kiss.
Luka sat in his apartment, strumming his guitar. He had to be the best. Had to. His manager had made that very clear, after hearing about Chat Blanc helping them out on the album.
"Chat Blanc, is a threat to your success. You have to show him who's on top in this industry." His manager had told him.
Luka sighed and ran his hand through his messy hair. He looked over at an old dusty photo of Nathaniel. It was his last relationship and he missed him.
Nathaniel had broken it off to travel with his art around the world to different well known museums that wanted to showcase his work. He had said that maintaining a relationship and traveling would be too difficult, but Luka couldn't help, but think it was all just some ploy to get out.
He sighed and flipped through his phone to find the internet search app. Luka typed in Chat Blanc and looked through the images that showed up. His eyes skimmed over his muscles and his dangerous smirk. His heart beat faster in his chest, he bit his bottom lip, and slid his hand down the waistband of his black joggers.
Adrien tangled his fingers in Marinette's hair and she rocked her hips in rhythm with his. He let out a moan and gripped her hip with his other hand to guide her.
She moaned against his lips and he smirked up at her with glowing heavy green eyes. "Say my name."
"Ah. Adrien." Marinette let his name pass along her lips and he smirked and captured her lips again in a sultry kiss, while she rolled her hips faster.
Adrien coaxed her until she tensed up and released around him and a few moments later, he did the same.
Marinette rolled off of him and laid beside him. He threw the used condom in the trash beside them and wrapped her in his arms.
"Do you think Nathaniel is still with Luka?" Marinette looked over at Adrien.
"After that, that's what you choose to think about?" Adrien looked at her shocked.
Marinette shook her head. "I randomly just thought about it. You were stealing all of my attention, kitty. Trust me." She kissed him on the cheek with a warm smile.
Adrien purred and nuzzled the back of her neck. "I don't know. You'd know better than me."
"I know Nathaniel has been traveling, because I kept seeing his artwork was spreading throughout the world. I guess, I assumed they were traveling together, but clearly they aren't." Marinette was lost in thought.
"Do you really care that much?" Adrien held her with his eyes closed.
"No, I guess not." Marinette sighed, feeling protected by him. She wrapped her hands around his forearms and kissed the one on top of the other one.
Adrien sighed and nuzzled closer to her.
Luka stood under the water of the warm shower and ran his fingers through his hair. He punched the dark tile on the wall with a groan.
How did he get to where he was? Why did all of this suddenly matter to him? He tried to remember where it all began, but he couldn't even think of where it started. Maybe when his father joined a band and never came back when he was two years old?
Part of him had always wondered if he would find him, if he became something. But how much of that was true now that he was older?
He sighed, washed the last of the soap off of his body, and turned the shower off.
Luka walked through his apartment with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went and grabbed a beer from his fridge and used the counter to pop the top off. He tipped it back and swallowed.
"Maybe, if I had kept Marinette… I would have been happier." Luka talked to himself and leaned against the kitchen counter, before thinking better of it and taking another swig of the beer.
Luka rubbed his temple with his fingers and let the beer hang loosely at his hip between his thumb and index finger.
He suddenly smirked and looked up through his hair. Chat Blanc filtered to the front of his mind and he was suddenly determined to keep him below him on the charts, until he begged for mercy.
