MiracuCrack #RB9D: That's One Way To Break The Ice

by dfc_afterdark

(Timeline: Several years from now.)

A nervous young woman sat in her apartment's bedroom... both eyes locked onto the sinister-looking figure standing before her.

That is ADRIEN, Marinette told herself. That is so obviously Adrien that it's not even funny! But... with a purple cape, a black domino mask, a cane, that wild look on his face?

Hawkmoth, you BASTARD. If you did this, I will free him and I will find you and I will tear you to ribbons for this.

"...S-So," she mumbled, nervously. "I suppose that you're one of Hawkmoth's creations, huh?"

"I am," the villain intoned, melodramatically. "He sent me to find you, to detain you, and to... muahaha!"

Seeing the smirk on his face, Marinette shivered. "...Just what is it that you're going to do to me?" she asked him.

"Why... I'm going to ravish you, of course."

Marinette's heart skipped a beat.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Hawkmoth has been watching you for many years, Marinette," the villain gloated. "Ever since you were a schoolgirl, sticking your nose into his plans over and over. He has noticed a pattern; every time that you are in danger, Ladybug shows up rather quickly to rescue you. It's like clockwork. Sometimes it's the other way around; Ladybug is in trouble, and you appear to help Chat Noir save the day."

"Ah," stammered Marinette. "Okay... I am not going to confirm or deny any of that. I'm sure that you understand."

Ravisher shrugged. "Whether you know her true identity, or you have befriended her everyday self, or you only know her as Ladybug... that is irrelevant to my purposes. What matters is that the connection exists... and how I will use it towards Ladybug's downfall."

"And just what are you going to do about that?" Marinette challenged him, a hint of defiance returning. She studied him carefully, gauging the truth of the matter.

"I am going to... seduce you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Very slowly, I am going to drive you out of your mind with physical ecstasy."

"Oh... really?" she gulped.

"My powers are of seduction, physical manipulation... and emotional persuasion," he intones. "I shall use every method at my disposal... and I assure you, I have many," he smirks, licking his lips, "to overwhelm your body, mind and morals with wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure. By the time that Ladybug finds you, you will no longer be her ally... but my willing partner-in-crime."

There was a long pause.

"Okay," said Marinette, staring Ravisher down. "Let me get this completely clear. You're telling me... that you're going to use my body as a plaything, overwhelming me with unending pleasure and lust, until Ladybug arrives."

"That's exactly right. So... what are you going to do about it, Marinette?"

She stared into the big green eyes of Adrien Agreste... eyes before which she felt powerless, Akuma or no Akuma.

"...Well," she sighed, beginning to unbutton her blouse. "I suppose that if there's no avoiding it, we might as well get started... though it's hard to say how long it may take to draw Ladybug out of hiding."

The room was quiet, for the first time in several hours.

"Wow," panted Marinette. "Wow, wow, wow, WOW."

"You're not kidding," an exhausted Ravisher groaned. "That was..."

"That was absolutely amazing," she grinned, grudgingly. "You were everything that you advertised yourself to be."

"I had the most beautiful... the most passionate inspiration possible," Ravisher smiled. "I may never be the same."

"Flatterer," she sighed.

"You rocked my world," he laughed. "Do I look like I'm faking it?"

"No... you don't," Marinette giggled. "Now... I think we've noticed that, um... Ladybug isn't coming."

Which is a lie four times over, she laughed to herself, but he doesn't know that.

"Yeah," panted Ravisher. "She, um... would usually have shown up by now, I think."

"Don't take it personally, but I think I found a flaw in your plan," Marinette chided him. "How would Ladybug know that you were here, playing me like a violin? Akumas always do their dirty work in public, so that the heroes will find out about them and come to do battle."

"So... I should carry you off and take you underneath the Eiffel Tower, then?" he cackled.

"That... won't be necessary," Marinette cringed, wriggling away slightly for effect. "But could you ask Hawkmoth what you should do next? I can barely move a muscle now... and you look much the same."

There was another long pause.

Ravisher turned over to face Marinette. "I, um... may have lied about Hawkmoth," he admitted. "This getup came from a costume store downtown."

Marinette's face lit up with impassioned outrage.

"Why, you... you!" she stammered. "There's no Akuma at all, is there?"

"...Nope?" he grinned, sheepishly.

"So you admit it," Marinette accused him. "You roped me into a night of kinky sex with a crazy story and a dime-store costume."

"I kind of did, yeah. But I didn't force you into anything," Adrien pleaded, meekly. "I set you up, I'll admit, but you dove in head-first."

"All right. Maybe that is (absolutely, completely, one-hundred percent, she thought) true. What gives you the right to actually do it?" she frowned. "Seducing me in my own bedroom, under false pretenses?"

"Number one, I didn't exactly disguise myself well. You knew exactly who I was," Adrien parried. "Number two, I didn't have any signs of Akumatization other than the costume. No energy butterfly on my face, no powers, no floating purple tentacles of doom..."

"Well, it didn't exactly float..." smirked Marinette.

"And number three..." he added, flashing his best puppy-dog eyes look at her, "I have been chasing you, or you have been chasing me, since we were in school together! It's been years of playing cat-and-mouse... and yet we've never done this before. Either you chickened out when opportunities arrived, or I did. Usually me."

"I have been in love with you since we were fifteen, Marinette," Adrien sighed. "This... wasn't the best idea I've ever had, I'll admit. Though, given how we ended up... maybe it was."

"Can I ask you a question, Adrien?" wondered Marinette. "Just one."

"Sure."

"Did you really believe that I didn't know, before you even laid a finger on me?"

Adrien simply grinned.

"Get over here, you," beckoned Marinette. "And take that silly cape off, already!"

In a fancy home on the north side of Paris, two wide-eyed children stared at their father.

"And that..." Adrien smiled, "was the night that your mother and I became engaged to be married," he declared. "Now, go to sleep, or I will tell you the story again."

"You wouldn't dare," Hugo hissed.

"Wouldn't I?" her father grinned.

"Oh, trust me, he would," a voice from the doorway agreed.

Emma and Hugo turned to see Marinette standing nearby, slowly twirling a time-worn domino mask around one finger.

"Oh, 'Ravisher'?" she giggled. "Don't look now... but I heard that there was a sighting of Hawkmoth and his Akumas tonight."

"Really?" Adrien replied, with mock surprise. "Third time this week."

"I have the phone number for Child Protective Services memorized by now, you know," grumbled Emma.

"Up to bed, you two!" Marinette declared, pointing to the stairs. "It's after ten o'clock!"

Once the children were out of earshot, Marinette wound herself around her loving husband. "Are you up for it?" she asked him, tenderly.

"Am I ever not?" he smiled back. "I'll go get into costume."

"Don't take too long," she told him as she glided towards the staircase. "Or I might just have to dig 'Mr. Pigeon' out of the toybox and start without you."

"Oh, yes, you kinky devil," Adrien called to her as she ascended. "Threaten me with a good time. See how that ends for you."