Sorry Guys, i couldn't make it yesterday, the storm here completely cut the internet. But this morning, it's back, so, here, this is almost the end, but first, enjoy some troubles and sin.

CHAPTER 11: Misbehavior

As they both looked at each other with surprise, Marinette had only one question in mind. Was she the other girl? No way. But for some reason, Adrien's eyes said otherwise and it was quite...disconcerting

She wanted to speak and express the doubts and hopes that burned inside her whole being and consumed her. But she was interrupted by Tikki's agitated voice.

"I feel all...shaken... I think someone is trying to contact Ladybug, Marinette."

"Oh boy! It smells like trouble. Tikki, spots on!" she exclaimed without missing a beat. Ladybug turned to Adrien and found him speechless, his eyes round and dumbfounded: like a fish.

The boy closed his mouth, shook his head and looked at her from head to toe. "I'll need time to get used to it…" He mumbled.

She felt her cheeks suddenly warm up. She blinked and shook her head, taking her Bugphone and opening it quickly. "It's Rena Rouge…"

"Alya…"

Ladybug looked up from her communicator and met her partner's serious and inquisitive gaze. Indeed, they still had a lot to talk about.

"We'll talk about it later, okay? There's an Akuma terrorizing Paris and she wonders if we…"

She paused, her eyes almost popping out of their sockets as she read her best friend's daring and dirty comment.

"Whatever... Rena Rouge has been waiting for us for a while," she explained, pulling the Rabbit's Miraculous out of her yo-yo. "Tikki, Fluff, unify!"

"Plagg, claws out!"

It was quite hard to defeat the akumatized victim. Indeed, they didn't even know who it could be, since Shadowmoth's victim had some kind of polymorphic powers.

Chat Noir looked expectantly at the villain as a purple mist wrapped him, or her, again. It turned out that they now faced Stormy Weather . Much smaller than Gorizilla but not less impressive and sneaky. She threw a storm at them and as they were flying away, Chat caught a glimpse of an arrow. He barely had the time to grab Ladybug's hand and drag her against him when the projectile almost skimmed her back, luckily she hadn't been touched.

Dark Cupid.

The polymorph changed form like a girl changed clothes. First it attacked them with very recent Akumas, like Love Punisher or Lady Nightmare … Then it was with very old ones. They'd already faced Miraculer and Chat Noir had lost his Cataclysm, while Ladybug had escaped—and it came down to a hair's breadth—to Timebreaker , Lady Wifi and Rocketear's powers.

It looked like Shadowmoth tried his best, and had played all the cards he had in his hand at once to win this game.

Of course he wanted their Miraculouses more than ever before; it was his only way to heal anyway. He certainly thought it would be easy to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir in their condition with a whole range of akumatized. What he didn't know was that Chat Noir felt lighter and freer than ever. He was going to fight until his last breath if he had to, to give him and Marinette the opportunity to be happy and together at last; he won't give up on his hopes. He never had and never would.

They fought. Hard . A Lucky Charm had failed but Ladybug had not missed the opportunity to now use her power as many times as necessary. That's when they made a second Lucky Charm work out. And as they faced The Collector and his boomerang-book, it worked.

Another purple mist wrapped the akumatized, but this time, it was to give back Shadowmoth's pawn their civilian appearance.

Chat Noir's eyes widened when he saw that the last akumatized shape they had fought, was really the one that belonged to the man in front of them. Gabriel Agreste.

"Miraculous Ladybug!"

The feline almost hissed and pursed his lips, his ears sagging on his head. His father certainly got akumatized because of him. The man certainly went berserk when he realized his son had disappeared…for days…

"I'm pissed off! Give me your fucking Miraculouses, you monsters!"

Or maybe not. Did Gabriel Agreste, saved and cleansed from his Akuma, just command them to give up their magical jewels?

"I want my wife back and I also need to heal. Selfish bastards! I can't continue like this, I can't bear it anymore!"

His mouth went dry. His heart pounded fast in his ribcage and it echoed in his head, building up like a migraine, sensitivity and nausea racked his head and body. Gabriel Agreste was Shadowmoth. Was his father trying to bring back his mother?

As his brain tried to process everything he had learned, he felt a body press against his, and threw him into a portal; back to 1670, inside Jean de La Fontaine house, in a blink of an eye.

Chat Noir looked all around and caught the stairs not far from him. He moved quickly and bolted them up. Entering the bedroom he slammed the door shut behind himself. He dropped his transformation and fell to his knees on the ground. His legs, feeling like jelly, simply could not hold him anymore. He breathed loudly, rapidly and barely heard the door open as he struggled to fill his lungs with some oxygen.

A hand came to rest on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"It all makes sense now… He started being so much more bitter than usual, more demanding with me and more aggressive with Nathalie… It was the overdose… I should have understood."

"It's alright, Adrien. How could you have guessed what was going on? It's not your fault and we're gonna deal with it, okay?"

"How can you keep acting like everything's fine, Marinette? It's not fine!" he shouted, anger filling his voice.

She went around him and knelt down to his height. He fled her gaze, feeling tears pooling in his eyes.

"I'm just as dumbfounded as you, Chaton ! I don't know what to say. I don't know which words would help you to soothe your pain… I'm so sorry."

She took his chin between her fingers, and he offered no resistance as she gingerly made him look at her.

"Stop looking at me like you're sorry. You're not!"

"I am!" she boomed. "I'm sorry that all this mess is happening to the most incredible, kind, and generous man that I know. I'm sorry that your father didn't give you the love and the life you deserve." She cupped his cheeks with her hands. "I'm sorry to have broken your heart more than once by lying, keeping all those secrets, keeping you at arm's length… I'm so sorry that you're going through such an unexpected turn!" She cried, her voice thick with tears. "But I meant it when I said that we're gonna deal with it. Like we always have and like we always will."

"He has to make up for all the suffering he has caused! I won't let him use Maman as an excuse for what he has done! We have to do something now!" he yelled, clenching his jaws and balling his fists, as his body rocked back and forth.

"I don't think it's a good idea to act now. You first need to calm down, Adrien," Marinette whispered, her thumbs slowly caressing his cheeks. "There's nothing else you can do for now. This is it. This is how it goes and we can't change the past. But we can build the future, Chaton . You hear me? Please stay with me. You can fight the crisis," she begged with pleading eyes.

His eyes brimmed with tears he couldn't contain anymore and his lips found hers. His tears and hers mixed against their mouths. He grabbed her face, tilted his a little and deepened the kiss. So salty, so sweet, so warm, so her ; Marinette and Ladybug. All in one. It was so intoxicating. She was his lifeline in the middle of a storm and he held onto her for dear life.

He pulled back a little, out of breath, his forehead resting against hers. "Can we just pretend that everything's okay, just for tonight? Just for show?" he whispered against her swollen lips as his hands slid off her shoulders, down her bare arms, goosebumps breaking out along her skin underneath his touch.

"But…the other girl…" she panted, her breath caressing the corner of his mouth.

"It's you Marinette... It has always been you... over and over again," he confessed with infinite tenderness in his voice.

Marinette hastily captured his lips and kissed him with renewed fervor. It made his head spin, to feel how needy she was, and he pulled her body flush against his. He soon lost it, responding to her fiery kiss a hundredfold and pulling her into his lap.

Adrien felt she also tried to keep him as close as possible, her hands balling up in his golden locks and clinging tightly.

They both seemed to be trying to make up for lost time. So many times they'd dreamed of each other but had been alone. Never again. Nothing and no one would stand between them anymore.

Marinette clutched her hands tighter in his hair, biting his lower lip, shifting closer, she ground into his hips, making him gasp loudly. Her tongue darted out and tentatively licked his swollen red lips. "I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

" Fuck , Mari, do it again!" He pleaded, pulling her back to him desperately. He pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to her lips, his hands firmly grasping her butt, before her fists in his hair pulled him back.

"Bed," she moaned as she shifted away and got up. She cast him a seductive glance over her shoulder, and deliberately swung her hips, making him straighten up in a single move to follow her.

Before she could reach the bed, he grabbed her waist, and pressed her back against his torso. One of his hands drifted inside his pocket and the other skimmed her side, up to her neck. He tilted her head a little, kissing her throat, and took out his wallet from his pocket. In his excitement, his hand fumbled with it but he eventually managed to grab a condom, and he casually threw it on the mattress.

"Is that what you want?" he sensually whispered into her ear, hands drifting along her hips.

She arched her body against his and moaned her answer, "Maybe…" The way her voice fluttered and her body trembled with wanting against his didn't do anything to soothe his longing, nor his hard-on.

He hastily spun her to face him and pushed her onto the mattress, pinning her underneath him. He pressed his lips against hers and she didn't waste a second gently biting him again, making him groan into her mouth.

He broke the kiss briefly, his eyes meeting hers, darkened by the desire shining there. He propped himself up on an elbow and tugged her head back one-handed, exposing her throat. He pressed wet, warm kisses along her jaw, down her neck and then sucked her pulse point, so hard that he was sure the mark would last for quite a few days.

"Adrien…" she moaned greedily, her voice sultry. And it caused his downfall, her voice sinking into him, all over him, making his head spin like a carousel.

The next second, he was everywhere: kissing her collarbone, pulling off her tank top, kissing her breasts along the edge of her lacy bra, getting rid of her pants and letting his tongue trace the outline of her belly button.

She repeated his name like a mantra and soon she was fully undressed beneath him. It was then that he realized that he had perhaps gone to work a little too quickly, so submerged by his burning desire for her.

"Sorry, I lost it with the overdose. I shouldn't have been so eager," he said, as he looked up at her, coming up slowly and hovering above her, both his hands supporting his weight.

" Fuck , Adrien. I don't care. Don't hold back, please," she whimpered, her voice filled with lust.

Her answer took him by surprise and she used his shock to her advantage, flipping their position as she pinned him underneath her. She straddled him, and the sight of her taking control made his cock twitch inside his pants.

"You're wearing too many clothes for my liking," she roughly whispered as she tugged at the hem of his t-shirt. He straightened up to make it easier for her and she pulled it over his head, before pushing him down on the mattress again.

She ran her fingertips along his now-bare chest, down to his lower belly. She fumbled to unbuckle his belt and undo his button, and dragged his jeans down, leaving him only in a pair of boxers. She licked her lips and propped herself up, hips rolling over his covered hardness.

He shivered, the sensation running down his spine and driving him out of his mind, before she bent down, her hot breath brushing his ear.

"What do you want from me, Chaton ?" she purred, her fingers sneaking just under the elastic band of his underwear, teasing, "Do you want to feel me wet and hot on your fingers? On your tongue? Hold me down and leave so many bite marks and hickeys that there's no question that I'm always and forever yours?" Marinette punctuated each sentence by grinding her hips against his, giving him just the barest sensation of moist heat before taking it away. "Or do you want it the other way around? Do you want me to free your cock and suck you off, until you just can't resist and beg me to stop so you can fuck me?" Her teasing hand slid in his underwear, wrapping around him.

Adrien threw his head back on the pillow, eyes shut, lips slightly parted as he moaned, bucking his hips in Marinette's hand.

"What do you want?" she asked again, tentatively tightening her hold on his hard-on.

She kissed his jaw, and leaned back again to whisper in his ear and everything around him seemed to pause, as more Marinette flooded his senses. "Take what you want," she commanded.

Adrien wrapped himself around her, quickly flipping them over once more as she gasped, releasing her grip on him.

"Damn, m'Lady! You're a bold, hot mess. I didn't know you'd have it in you, but… This is so sexy! It's gonna fill my steamy dreams for quite some time," he confessed as he pressed a quick peck on her mouth, before straightening up and taking her in. "Where to start, where to start…it all looks so deliciously mine," he cooed, licking his lips at the delightful sight of her lying under him, her inky hair spread over the pillow, her eyes sparkling with unbridled desire.

"Adrien…" she pleaded, and just the desperate note in her voice made his cock twitch again of its own will.

He groaned and bent down, his mouth chasing Marinette's pebbled, cherry-red nipples. He sucked one into his mouth, and his hand grabbed the other, making it roll over his thumb. Marinette moaned and arched her back, pressing her breast against his fingers and mouth, making him smirk against her flesh.

He then nibbled his way down her belly, dipping his tongue in her navel. She wiggled underneath him and he drifted south, his mouth now slowly tasting her arousal.

She mewled when he pushed a finger inside her entrance as his tongue kept playing with her sensitive spot. She tasted so good that it made him feel dizzy, and quickly, so as not to lose track of his task, he pushed a second finger inside her, making her moan loudly. She soon became a writhing mess underneath him and came undone in a few minutes, crying his name as she came hard, milking his fingers.

"Now what do YOU want, Marinette?" he asked as she slowly came down from cloud nine. He grinned, his lips glistening with her arousal, admiring the way her body trembled under his.

"I …fuck… want you… Chaton ," she panted.

"As you wish, Purrincess ," he purred as he grabbed the condom and tore off the package. He got rid of his underwear and wrapped his fingers around his cock, carefully unrolling the condom over it.

He spread her legs open, brought a hand down and slowly ran a finger between her folds, finding her wet and ready. He gave himself a few experimental strokes, then guided the tip of his erection against her entrance. He bent down kissing her softly, making her shiver and claw at his shoulders as he gently sank in, pushing at a deliberately slow pace all the way inside of her so as not to hurt her.

They both moaned in each other's mouth before their movements stilled. Adrien wanted to give her some time to get used to his length and thickness. "Are you okay?"

"It's a little bit sore, but it's okay. I think you can move," she whispered, kissing the warm and soft skin of his neck.

He pulled back a little, taking a deep breath, then he bucked his hips, pushing harder, making Marinette moan and grip his shoulders tighter. She dragged her nails across his bare skin, all along his shoulder blades and Adrien couldn't help the occasional shivers that broke out along his spine beneath her touch.

Breathless, words fell from Adrien's lips, straight from his heart, "I love you…so much…what you do to me…never anyone like you…only you…Love all of you, everything you are… m'Lady … Marinette …" His words were scattering over her skin, like raindrops, full of love, full of promises. His voice sank into her, melting every defense, dissolving every wall she had built so carefully over the years.

"I love…you too…Adrien," she whispered as their bodies were parting and meeting again, moving in perfect sync. "More, please…" she begged, her voice weak.

Adrien thrust faster, setting a steady rhythm that left her panting and clawing at his back in blissful agony as he felt his climax building in his lower belly.

"Yes, yes… fuck, yes, Adrien!" she cried out as she came hard and his mouth crashed down to cover hers, taking her whimper into his lungs as he also groaned, his body shuddering against hers.

He stilled himself inside her, his cock pulsing as he reached his orgasm, his mind blurred by a burning, dizzying, pleasure. He had never felt anything so vivid and powerful.

"Marinette," he whispered before taking a deep, focused breath, trying to memorize every detail of the moment; how her skin felt hot against his, how her body fit right in his hands, the violet and vanilla smell of her shampoo, and the way it just felt perfect to have her there, between his caring, loving arms.

He wanted this moment to last forever. Unluckily, he needed to get up and dispose of the condom while Marinette cleaned herself up with a towel. After doing so, he quickly came back to the bed, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"It was… wow," she murmured, breathlessly. "I'm not sure I'd be able to walk right now, but it was…amazing."

"Indeed. It was perfect," he chuckled. "By the way, you don't have to leave the bed now. We can stay like this, cuddle and—"

"Until a crisis hits one of us, and breaks the moment. No way!" she protested. "We should go downstairs and see if we can do the ritual now that we know each other's identity, and that…everything is clear with our feelings?"

He felt her inquisitive gaze upon him and the question she had launched now hovered in the air.

"Everything's clear, Marinette. I told you, you were the other girl…" he tenderly replied leaning in to kiss her gently as reassurance.

"And you were the other boy," she responded.

"Then, I suppose we better get dressed quickly and find Monsieur de La Fontaine downstairs. It's more than likely that we are ready for the ritual and to kick my father's ass!"

To be continued…

Notes: Last chapter and epilogue will be published on Wednesday. See you there!
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