Disclaimer:
- I don't own any of the characters
- Inspired by an art by KatyDoodles (err... comfort sandwich or something? whatever it was, it was freaking adorable, but definitely more wholesome than this story)
Warning: implied mature sexual content
Post-teen setting
MAKING A CIRCLE
Adrien has one very small circle in his life, and he's perfectly happy with it. The young Paris model couldn't care less about the vast Agreste kingdom and the wealth, and the power, and the harems that came with it.
This circle would always start with a point. A figurative point in time when he would finally gather the nerve it took to open the door of an apartment room a certain couple was currently occupying.
He'd silently trot in the halls, bypassing the lead guitarist in the living room who pretended to be oblivious to the intrusion. A few tiptoes further in and he'd find his literal point in the form of a very small mole at the bottom of her neck.
Marinette squeaked as she was suddenly enveloped with a pair of arms, her small frame being pressed flushed against a lean figure behind her.
"Please tell me you're done cooking." Adrien whispered, his lips already trailing kisses at the back of her neck.
The young designer giggled and wriggled, but didn't bother removing herself from his needy grasp.
"I'm done." She said, putting two plates of tonight's simmering dinner on the counter and covering it. "You're a bit later than usual."
He felt her hands arms lock him into place before he spoke. "Sentencing hearing was today."
"Oh."
Marinette stopped for a brief moment. Even as she leaned back to let him continue planting long, taste-filled kisses on her neck, she found herself pondering on what to do next.
Her legs made contact with something, and she saw a paper bag from a luxury shop.
"Is that why you brought gifts?" she asked playfully. It would probably be best to probe on that other matter with Luka around.
"Partly," he said, groaning a bit. "Don't take a bath tonight."
"Why?"
"I want to taste some caramelized onions on you when we the three of us make out." He said with a husk as he continued with the kisses, "I'm sure Luka would love it to."
"Okay, you know what – ewww." She complained, turning around and eliciting a sound of complaint from the boy who was obviously hungry in more ways than one. He kept his arms around her to make sure she didn't go anywhere.
Marinette wasn't planning to. She looked up at him, hooking her arms on his neck, and then pulled him in a kiss – not so deep as to get lost into, but gentle and sweet like a touch of moist honey on their lips.
"My little kitty." She whispered, face pink and happy.
Adrien smiled at her and took another quick kiss before leaning back and gazing at her amazing blue eyes. Of course Marinette was more than just a sexy mole. She is the beginning of the circle, along with all the wonderful things in his life – their friends, their adventures as heroes, her unintended lessons that taught him everything about independence and self-worth – it all began with her entering his life.
"Shall we report to the captain?"
"Aye, m'lady."
He turned around right after making her giggle with another peck on her lips. With an arm keeping her glued to his back, and another carrying the bag, the pair began their clumsy journey towards the living room, laughing and tumbling midway.
The captain of the house was sitting on the sofa, knees propping a white tablet. He was poking on the device with a stylus and had a rather stoic expression, evident whenever critical thinking was ongoing.
Adrien relished at the sight of him with his lose red shorts and a green tanktop, like he was wearing both his and Marinette's colors, and because those shorts looked too tiny to fail at being an undergarment.
"Requesting permission to enter the make-out premises." Marinette declared, poking her head to the side from behind Adrien.
Luka looked up from his tablet and bit his lips, obviously fighting the inclination to smile toothily at them. He looked back down at his tablet and cleared his throat.
"Password?"
Adrien frowned, his impression of the boy as a sexy piece of meat no longer there, and began throwing daggers at him with his eyes. Marinette snickered.
"Hey, come on – say the password."
"No." Adrien grumbled while glaring at Luka.
"Captain's orders, kitty."
Adrien sighed and, with a monotone that matched perfectly with his deadpanned expression, began to recite this so called password, "Hey babee, you lookin' mighty sexee, lemme crawl up yer deck tonight, and Imma treat ya just right."
That took away all layers of restraint from Luka as he burst out laughing, joining his girlfriend who would've been doubling over the floor had she not been holding the blonde in her arms.
"I hate you both." Adrien pouted with a grouchy face.
"No, you love us." Marinette confidently said, nuzzling her face on his back and hearing the deep purr from him.
"He bought gifts." She told Luka with a knowing look.
All traces of amusement on Luka was replaced with a solemn smile, and it made Adrien huff. "Why is it whenever I try to spoil you two you always react like this?"
"Because you still think you need to do these things just to tell us you love us. Now get over here, both of you." Luka said, throwing his tablet to the said and opening his arms wide.
Adrien sighed, a breath full of stress, worry and grief escaping his lips as he looked at the blue-haired musician, arms welcoming. Luka was the curve of the circle, a motion with a direction, when he was lost with all the problems that haunted his teenage life, when he had to reconcile his growing affections that branched out in ways of blue and red, one of which was comforting him from behind. Luka took his hand and helped him move forward just as Marinette anchored him to all things beautiful in the world.
Marinette was about to pull her arms away when Adrien dropped his bag and locked her there. Adrien began to march towards Luka with her at tow, wanting nothing more than to complete his little circle again.
Adrien let himself fall on Luka's open arms, earning a low grunt mixed with a breathless laughter from the musician. Marinette's legs swung up at the sudden movement and she squealed, laughing as well.
Luka stroke the blonde's hair as the he kept his face buried on his chest. The girl on top of the pile shifted to a more comfortable position, but stopped as she heard Adrien's muffled groaning of complaint. She crawled higher so she could rest her chin on Adrien's shoulders, and she had a direct view of Luka's face.
With eyes closed and lips pressed on Adrien's head, he listened intently to the tune of the blonde's heart, the strokes and plucks of emotional strings, and he was relieved to find them clear and steady, although there was a bit of wavering somewhere in the odd yet beautiful stecato of his music. Still, between the three of them, it was his and Marinette's heart tunes that were far from being clear.
Understandably so as both of them were worrying dearly for Adrien. Luka looked at his girlfriend's face – he could tell she was asking for the next steps.
"So," Luka began gently, his face still at the thick of tussled yellow hair, "What'd he get?"
"Triple life." Adrien said after turning his head to the side, "No parole. Like, ever."
Luka listened again. Same clear tune.
"I'm sorry, Adrien." Marinette whispered, leaning down and kissing his cheek. Luka quietly admitted that the music of compassion from her was one of the most melodious and gentle tune there is.
"He deserves it." Adrien said with a mild shrug, "He knows it, too. Honestly, he and I are actually at peace with this."
"I'm glad," Luka whispered before kissing Adrien's temple. He turned to Marinette and gave her a reassuring smile.
The girl sighed in relief. If Luka thinks everything is fine, then it is, she thought.
"Will you be visiting him?" Marinette asked.
"I don't know." Adrien answered after a moment of thought. He reached out to Marinette's head to feel her soft hair like it was his way of making things more sensible. "I guess that depends on where I'll be living for now on."
Luka and Marinette blinked in surprised at one another, the latter deciding that the cuddle pile should disperse for now in place of a more thorough, relatively serious conversation. Marinette rolled to her side, not letting her affections for Adrien prevent her this time. She landed on Luka's side, the boy quick to put his arms around her possessively.
Adrien's heart tune was still a steady clear, but now that subtle stecato has grown. Luka recognized what it was: loneliness
"What do you mean by that?" Luka asked, eyebrows furrowing.
Without Marinette's warmth his back already felt too cold. Adrien got up and hoisted his legs to the side so he was kneeling right next to Luka.
The empty torso of the musician became a fitting location for one well-toned, silky smooth thigh. Luka absentmindedly reached out for said thigh and promptly placed it on him, making the owner roll her eyes and grin. Adrien smirked, finding it difficult to take Luka's 'no bullshit' face seriously while the older boy was shamelessly feeling Marinette's legs.
"In exchange for Gabriel Agreste's comfortable living conditions during his incarceration," having memorized the judge's verdict, Adrien began to recite, "All assets under the Agreste estate shall be acquired by the City Government of Paris. The convict's sole heir shall be given reprieve of 2 weeks to vacate the property, after which he will be evicted."
"Ouch." Luka said, "So you're homeless."
"AND broke." Adrien corrected, "They're going to take all my money too."
"That's terrible!" Marinette declared with a huff, slamming a hand on Luka's chest. "You earned half that money during your part time job at our bakery!"
The part wheeze, part snicker of Luka didn't prevent him from pulling his dramatic girlfriend and kissing her cheek to calm her down.
"I can't believe Gabriel is still making your life miserable, after all the things he's done as Hawkmoth." Marinette said, still visibly crossed.
"Actually, it was my idea." Adrien said, "Dad was completely, and furiously against it. He actually hit an officer when he was trying to reach me, maybe talk me out of it." He chuckled at the memory.
"Oh, Adrien." Marinette spoke, her demeanor softening. Luka settled to reaching for the blonde's hand and kissing it tenderly, making the younger boy blush.
Adrien just shrugged, clearly not minding the situation the slightest. "It's fine." He said, smiling at the two, "Besides, I was able to go on one last shopping spree."
He pulled out several designer clothes for the both of them from the paper bag, plus two more items to make the gesture more intimate and personal. For Luka, a 5-piece set of guitar picks encased in a luxurious black box. For Marinette, a barrette hat and a scarf, both crimson design, with a blocked stripped green and blue. She was nearly teary-eyed at the memory the two items brought them both, some of which were bitter, but ultimately forming part of a single love song for them all.
"Thank you, Adrien. This was very thoughtful of you." Luka said, "Not very smart, though."
"No it's not, you silly cat!" Marinette admonished strongly, though she still kept all the gifts in a rather defensive embrace. "You're about to be penniless and you go ahead and buy things for US? You're insane."
"Well, I think it's worth it. Besides – this might be my last sleepover in a while, I thought I'd splurge it up a bit."
The reaction of utter shock from his two lovers was very much expected. As always , Marinette was the one with all the drama, opening her mouth, and then closing again, only to repeat the process while looking at Luka. Before she could punish his chest cavity again, Luka took hold of her flailing hand and looked at Adrien.
"What are you talking about? Why would this be your last?" he asked tenderly.
Adrien rubbed his neck and thought of the proper place to start.
"I'll be a stray cat in less than two weeks." He said, deciding on more familiar terms, "I have to find a new home, and I know you'll be offering your apartment so I'll have a place to crash, but I can't have it like that. Especially not when you guys are…"
He pointed at the pair of hands clasped together, the glimmer of a silver band noticeable in each ring finger. Marinette's eyes widened, but she didn't pull her hand from Luka. The said musician also kept his in place. He didn't seem to react.
"Adrien, this is…"
"No, it's fine, Marinette, really." The boy interrupted her, "I knew you guys were growing stronger, even with me in the mix."
Luka's eyebrow twitched, but he fought the urge to say anything. Glancing over his girlfriend, he could see Marinette moments away from tackling the clueless boy.
"I mean, it has been great. I don't believe I've ever been happier than when I'm with you guys. And all the things you've done for me, and I'm not just talking about those, err, nights…"
"You mean the part where the three of us have sex?"
Luka had to let that one out. A blushing Adrien and a visibly appalled Marinette were two precious to pass.
"Yeaah… that." Adrien said, clearly remembering the sleepless sleepovers with seventh round sunrises that usually leave the two boys utterly dehydrated and Marinette completely refreshed, "Seriously though, I don't think anyone has done so much for me as you two."
Adrien reached out and grabbed a free hand from each of them, looking at them tenderly as they reached back. "But I think it's time that I give you guys the space you need. I can't keep dragging your relationship with me. I love you – the both of you. Thank you for letting me be a part of this. And I wish you both nothing but the best life can give. I hope you'd let me hang out from time to time. I mean, I'm not gonna lie, I basically spend more time in your place than I do in my old house, I'm definitely gonna miss our cuddle sessions and…"
"I love him so much, but he's being such an adorable idiot." Luka whispered to Marinette as Adrien rambled on.
"I told you wearing the rings was a bad idea." Marinette whispered back with a pout.
"Are you kidding? It's working perfectly. Look, he's got absolutely no idea what's about to happen."
"What do we do now?"
"Drastic measures."
Still in the middle of his monologue, Adrien found himself interrupted with a firm hand clutching his shirt, pulling him down, and putting a stop to all the words from his mouth with a hot kiss that was as aggressive as it was sudden. Luka had him pinned with a hand on his chest, Marinette snickering beside him. By the time his tongue final left the insides of Adrien's mouth, the blonde was already a panting, heated mess.
"Tag?" Luka asked the girl, licking his lips.
"Love to."
He barely had enough time to recover. Marinette took over the good work left by Luka and continued a fierce coiling of their lips, their tongues dancing in a fleshy rhythm that had Adrien groaning and yearning for more.
Somewhere in the middle of Adrien being eaten by Marinette, Luka managed to sneak into their bedroom to retrieve a box no smaller than a case of lipstick. He came back shortly after and leaped on Adrien much like the blonde did to him earlier.
She lifted her face form his, living a trail of drool connecting their lips, and smiled a flushed smile down at him.
"Not that I'm complaining," Adrien said in between heavy breaths, narrowing his eyes at the both of them. "but you could've just told me to shut up, and I would've stopped talking."
"But you still would've kept thinking about it." Marinette pointed out, poking his nose playfully. "We wanted your mind clear for this one."
"You're not the only one with a present."
Adrien saw the box and his heart skipped. The sound of his heart tune made Luka smile.
Marinette scuttled and spooned the boy's side flushed with her body while Luka worked to position himself on him. Luka opened the box to reveal its content: an exact version of the rings the two were wearing. Beside the ring was a silver key.
"That's your key." Luka pointed out.
"To OUR apartment." Marinette continued.
Adrien quietly gasped.
"You're right." Luka said, maneuvering himself to lay down beside Adrien, "Our relationship is getting stronger, and we're happier everyday. We want you to be part of that. Not to add anything to it, and not because we just want to give you a place to stay. We didn't even know you're gonna lose your house before today. Because honestly, what kind of idiot gives all his stuff, and I mean ALL of it, to the city so his dad can have 5-star accommodations in maximum security?"
"Well, I think it was very sweet." Marinette cooed, patting Adrien on the head.
Reaching out to gently trail a finger on the beautiful ring, Adrien couldn't believable any of it just yet. He was the third party, after all – a result of a childhood crush he had with Marinette, and the admiration he had with Luka, both of which bloomed in the same direction of unexplainable clarity he just knew the three of them together like this couldn't be more right. But he also believed that at some point, he would have to pull away. He was not about to risk their relationship just so he can squeeze himself in.
"We wanted to time it – definitely not like this." Luka said with a chuckle. "But with you suddenly considering yourself a vagabond as if you don't have a place here, now might be the only chance we get to pop the question."
Marinette took the ring from the box, and Luka held Adrien's finger so she can slide the band in. "Adrien, the three of us have been at this for years now, and we make it work." She said, "Now: would you do us the honor of dating the both of us - officially?"
"I…"
Before he could answer, he felt Marinette's lips on his again in a quick, soft kiss.
"Shh… Don't rush," she said gently, lovingly, "And don't fret. We're offering this without any condition."
"But I…"
It was Luka's turn to cut him off with a kiss of his own.
"Nothing changes if you say no. You get to keep the key. And the ring."
"Okay, we really need to reevaluate your ways of silencing me." He finally complained, making the other two laugh, "Does this mean I get to live here?"
Marinette rolled her eyes at him, "Let's face it Adrien – you've actually been living HERE, and dropping by the Agreste mansion from time to time."
Both Marinette and Luka raised their hands, palms facing the ceiling, fully showcasing their rings.
Of course, Adrien thought. No matter how he formed that circle, no matter how much he turn it or where it began it will always come around its own curve, back to the origin where everything wonderful and beautiful began – in the arms of Marinette and Luka.
"Please," he whispered, answering the question with a slight tremor in his voice, "If you'll have me."
He raised his own hand, completing the trio of rings in the air. A single drop of tear rolled down Adrien's eye which he quickly rubbed, but not before Marinette caught sight of it. She pulled Adrien in a hug laughing, while Luka did the same with his other half.
What followed was an evening of celebration, and as the night deepened, a marathon of movies accomplished over a deathly preparation of junk food and carbonated drinks, Adrien was given a kingly treatment of a passionate welcoming (officially, since it wouldn't be the first steamy night in that apartment with the three of them) - gentle, slow, isolated whispers of affection and affirmation being thrown here and there, eliciting a smile from him, each breathless touch of skin, each wave of pleasure, each kiss, reminding him that he is home, he is loved, and he is complete.
The sheer amount of happiness and contentment kept him awake after that as he found himself in the middle of tangled, sweaty limbs. He leaned down and kissed Marinette on the temple, amused and regretful that he wasn't able to convince her to keep the scent of caramelized onions on her. What he smelled instead was lavender, oddly sweetened by her sweat. In his other arm, nuzzled on his chest, Luka smelled lavender too. His insides turned warm and gooey at the notion that he would soon find himself with the same scent.
He lifted his hand and stared at the silver band adorning his finger, smiling and thinking that his circle was definitely complete.
The end