Please see the end of the chapter for Author's notes and review responses, and thank you for the support and attention offered to the first chapter.
Post-akuma meetings had become something of a regularity in recent weeks, as Ladybug always wanted to check in on him. Maybe that deferential concern should have had him suspecting that she'd be an Omega. Chat had to assume that she was worried about his increasingly violent tendencies that only found expression when he was "Chat Noir," and was free to stop pretending to be "Adrien Agreste." Even "Adrien" couldn't let himself be quite so open about his desires, but the liberty of anonymity behind a mask freed him from even his personal restraints.
Normally, he loved these meetings. Tonight as he sat on the edge of a random rooftop while waiting for his Lady to recharge her kwami and join him, he was just dying.
He groaned while shifting in place, trying to resettle his erection into a position that was comfortable but not too comfortable because he could pretty much make a mess of himself just from sitting here and squirming. A huffing breath should have calmed him, but it only made him wince. The scent – her scent – was eating him alive. It was everywhere. Blooming inside of his nose. On his costume. In his skin like Greek fire washing over every inch. Filing his lungs. In his brain – what of it was left.
She was everywhere.
It would be so easy. His hand fell to his aching crotch, palming himself through the soft leather as he whimpered at the memory of her as she soared through the air, all fire and light.
"Hey, Chat?" came Ladybug's voice, forcing him to jerk up from his seated position, not intending to show off but surely doing so anyways from the way that her face fell slack and she swallowed convulsively.
He couldn't help but admire her red and black-spotted perfection, the costume that strained across her taut gymnast's body like skin, hugging the swollen curves of her breasts that would no doubt start to grow even larger as her body adapted to her status as - as a breeder.
She was heady and new. Just awakened. Fertile. Clean. Fresh. Intoxicating. Alluring. Needy. She needed him. Why wasn't he giving her what she wanted and what he wanted and they both needed!
He grit his fanged teeth and slapped a claw to his exposed neck, drawing blood from the only skin that he could reach.
Because he wasn't like that, and she was beautiful and perfect and should be treated like a princess.
"Hey, Ladybug. How are you doing tonight, Bugaboo?" he offered with a shaky smile and a bow that he hoped was as naturally-dorky as it typically was.
She huffed and stretched her arms above her head, spine arching in a way that he imagined it might while she writhed for him.
This was not how he thought of her. Not how he should think of her. She was ... perfect – a shining beacon of everything that was right in the world, courageous and pure. Ladybug was loved, not desired in this way.
She settled on a nearby ledge, keeping distance between them. Her eyes were on him, glazed, as her nose flared hard.
"I'm doing ... alright, I guess," she replied slowly with a bob of her head. "That akuma really took a lot out of me, more than usual because ... because I've been a little weak over the last few days."
Why deflect? They both could smell each other. Alpha senses may have dwarfed Omegas and Betas, but breeders were genetically wired to pick up on the scent of a fertile Alpha.
Why deny what they knew? Why deny what they wanted?
Stop it!
"Are you, sure, Ladybug?" He knew that she didn't love him, but – but he loved her even through this torture and he had to know. If- if there was anything he could do to help her, he would. "It looked like you were having some trouble with that Akuma. If- if you need anything, you can just let me know."
What exactly was he offering? What would she take it to mean?
"Oh, Kitty," she hummed as she rose and strode towards him as if dazed. Had her hips always been that wide as they cocked to the side? "I know that you'll always give me anything that I need. I can always count on you. "
"Of course, LB." He sweated and twisted in place, rubbing his boot into the ground while she stared at the bloodied claw he held to his neck, licking her lips at the sight. "You and me against the world, right?"
"Mm-hm," came the throaty moan. It had him raging, the heat building up in his belly as she stepped into his space and radiated need and care – not love, but warmth and concern because she was his partner.
"So," he squeaked as he forced a grin that was probably more of a grimace, "Are you sure that you're alright, there, LB?" Fuck it. He couldn't think. Couldn't get beyond the obvious or platitudes, not with her looking at him and leaning in to huff his scent like his pheromones were a drug.
Of course. She was already high on adrenaline in that moment. It was stupid to meet when their blood was on fire after a victory and the endorphins were flooding their brains.
It would be so easy in that moment as she stared up at him, mouth parting slightly, lips glistening and body throbbing and undulating with need so thick that he could taste it on the air. She was vulnerable in her awakening, awash in desires never felt before.
He could do it. Her expression was lost and her body pliable, her new instincts alien and leaving her defenseless. She wouldn't fight as he locked his hands around her waist and slammed her into the wall, her legs curling around him so that she could press her heated and concealed core against the cock that she had been eyeing all night, distracted with her need for him. Her scent and taste would flood his mouth when he left bruising bites across her throat so that everyone could know that she was his as she whimpered and begged, clawing his swollen cock so that she could have it.
Then, with his claws, he could tear open the seams of both their costumes, exposing her clenching-slick pussy to the cool air so he could slip inside without any resistance – she needed him so badly – and as she cliched at his shoulders with feeble hands, all the pride and reserve fucked out of her while she begged him, he'd knot her so he could pump spurt after spurt of his seed into her, flooding her for long minutes until he tugged free, leaving her gaping for him and leaking cum down her thighs as she slid down to the ground, his well-fucked bitch, while he left to ravage the apartment complex beneath them for supplies that she could use to construct a nest in one of the upper rooms, however impractical and stupid that instinct was...
... she wouldn't want it. Didn't want it, save for the hormones. She wasn't in heat, but the awakening was enough to make it impossible for her to consent, at least until she got a handle on these feelings.
The unbridled ugliness of that truth shook him. It short-circuited the seemingly unending stream of images and the desire. All the need and longing and even the love bled away into something far harder but no less precious, a different kind of love for his best friend and his partner.
To try to break her out of that weird hormonal stupor, much as he ached and whimpered, he grabbed the arm that was reaching out towards him, grip harsh on her wrist as he forced it down to her side. He squeezed. Hard.
That seemed to shake loose the cobwebs as she took a step back, though her other hand rose to pat his chest like she would a dog,
"Thanks, Chat," she offered with a shuddering sigh and a pinched up look of regret and pain. "With these hormones, it's.. it's kind of hard to think. You- you're a really good friend, you know?"
That didn't follow. A non sequitur. She was still in a daze.
But it was also a kick to the gut that actually deflated his desire. For her, he smiled through the pain. He had a lot of practice doing that after dealing with his father, but this time, the smile wasn't to protect himself.
"Believe me, LB. I get where you're coming from." He patted the hand on his chest.
"I guess you do. All those times I teased you about being such a needy kitty and a horndog when you complained about how your awakening was treating you are coming back to bite me, I guess. I never realized how – how much we're at the mercy of our brain chemistry." She shuddered and took his hand in hers as he released her wrist. "It's kind of scary, actually."
"It's like you're a completely different person when the need takes over – like you don't even know who you are," he offered while he stepped back, though their hands were still together, offering each other comfort.
A quizzical frown crossed her pouty pink lips. "Really, Chat? I wouldn't put it that way."
"Oh?"
She shrugged while gesturing towards the edge of the roof, before leading him there to take a seat.
"Maybe it's because you're an Alpha or maybe because you're a guy, but that sounds pretty different from what I've been going through."
"So it's not like you've got another voice in your head – someone who's-" he stumbled for a moment, only in part because she was stroking along his knuckles gently, and also because her proximity as she leaned into his shoulder, arm around his waist was... was bitter torture. Why was she so cruel when she didn't love him? The urge to bury his face in her exposed throat and sink his fangs into her pulse point until she shuddered and surrendered to him was almost unbearable. "Uh, can I be crass for a moment, My Lady."
"Chat," she offered with an indulgent eye roll and a blush that probably would have been a lot worse if she wasn't swimming in Omega-awakening hormones. "I can smell how hard you are right now. We're a little beyond crass."
Oh, god. ..
The thought of her peeling off his costume so that she could get a better whiff and feel and taste...
"Okay, then. Well. It's like I've got someone else who's trying to take the driver's seat away from me" - not that he knew how to drive, literally or metaphorically - "and he has a one-track mind that involves my knot and pretty much nothing else. If I let ... him, he could just take over and it'd be like I was a completely different person."
Ladybug thumbed her chin and looked to the sky, face pinching with an unreadable expression. "No. That's not how I feel at all. It's more like... I'm just a really emotional and needy version of me. It's like when you get really excited or-" she cleared her throat - "or horny, and you get lost in the rush, but it's still you. What you want and how you think and what you need, but all hyperactive and amplified so you don't have any impulse control."
"I'd happily take that over having this weird butt of a guy inside my head."
"Are you sure about that?" she scoffed, raising a brow.
"Pretty sure you have it easier than me, my lady," came his deflection as he puffed up, turning the pain into a ridiculous contest.
"Okay, first, no. You haven't dealt with the cramps. It's like someone is jabbing a red-hot fire-poker into my uterus using a sledge hammer until it snaps my spine and comes out the other side."
Jesus!
His lady certainly had a way with words.
"And it doesn't stop there. Someone's taking another pair of hammers to my thighs. Top that off with the nausea, and I haven't been able to eat anything in two days, so now I've got acid reflux like you wouldn't believe."
Oh, god. It sounded like Ladybug's uterus was trying to eat its way out of her like some kind of alien face-hugger spawn by that description.
Adrien had his disagreements with his wayward and insistent knot on occasion, but...
He took a peek down at his crotch to check in on his old, dear friend whom Ladybug was still kind of admiring.
You and I are going to be alright, buddy. We could be a lot worse to each other.
He didn't want to think about Ladybug's uterus eating itself.
Scratch that. He didn't really want to be thinking about any girl's uterus. Period.
Uh. No period. Please...
"But what I was really talking about, Chat, was the idea that there's another guy in your head."
"Well I don't mean that literally." Chat tried to deflect, caught in a kind of panic as he tensed up even further. Surely he hadn't implied that he had some kind of dissociative identity disorder.
"Oh, no, Chat. I'm just saying that maybe it's not healthy for you to think about this "butt" of a guy in that way, even as a joke."
He squirmed as if trying to get away from the conversion. "Well, I don't want to think of him as being a part of me."
"Maybe you should. If that's something that you're going to have to deal with for the long-term - something that you've got inside of yourself so it is you, then labelling it and shoving it away sounds... like not the best thing to do for your mental health."
"That would just add it onto the pile."
"Kitty," her concerned smile, used to cover over a frown, was like a ray of sun splitting storm-clouds, giving him hope and focus. Even addled by hormones, she was still his Lady, confident and sure, and there was something distinctly not Omega about the way she showed off her teeth in a protective snarl. "Is- is something wrong in your civilian life? Someone not treating you well, or stress, or...?"
"Oh. It's just..." He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, regretting it when the sweetness he picked up from his Lady's wrist scent gland almost left him crying. "It's my dad. Sometimes, he makes me feel like... like he really didn't want to have an Alpha for a son."
"Why? It's – it's a privilege to be an Alpha. Not that one type of person is actually better than another, but society sure seems to think so. Most parents would love to have-" she offered air quotes and a mocking roll of her eyes - "the 'right kind' of kid. Like a boy in China instead of a girl."
"Alphas get into trouble, My Lady. We're – well, we're walking hard-ons who pretty much stuck in a perpetual game of "fuck, mate, or kill" with everyone we see. My father- I don't think that he wanted the hassle, because that meant that he would be the only Alpha in the family and I..."
"You'd be easy to control? Not act up?" she supplied, tight-lipped as she squeezed his hand and nuzzled up to his chin, and he couldn't stop the reciprocal reaction that actually calmed him as he smeared his throat's scent gland across her face and her breathing picked up.
"Yeah," he grunted, soothed by her willingly accepting his scent because they were best friends and partners, like a pack but not in the way that he really wanted. "Pretty much."
"Kitty," she began slowly, pulling back to stare at him, eyes focusing and shedding the last of the hormonal haze that had clouded them, "when you say that you have a father, you- you mean a male father and not an Alpha mother, right?"
"Yeah."
"Oh, good."
"Why?" Was his lady prejudiced against Alpha females?
"Because his testicles are on the outside." She scowled and clenched her fingers. "That'll make it easier for me to kick him in the balls."
Oh, yes.
That's right.
He might ... feel adoration and safety around Marinette, and Kagami could light the flames of competition and desire that his father quashed, but that was why he loved this girl. Hard not to love someone who was so open about her willingness to kick a dick in the balls.
"It's like- like he almost was surprised that I was an Alpha, even though we knew since just after I was born. Maybe it just took so long that he was able to put it out of his mind."
"I know that we're about the same age, so it did seem strange that you're, what? Two years behind schedule for an Alpha?"
"Yeah. Maybe that's why it's hitting me so hard." He paused because he had to shift his hips so that she wasn't disturbed by how hard it was. "Sorry, LB. I mean, I was going to listen to your problems, not ... not whine about mine again."
"It's okay, Chat. Plenty of time for that when we see each other next time."
"You're okay with that – I mean, seeing each other?" Did that sounds as pathetic to her as it did to him?
"Chat," she cooed gently, squeezing his bicep. "We see each other all the time."
"No. I mean just talking about these kinds of things with me, even though we have our identities to keep secret and stuff."
Yes. "And stuff." Well-said, Adrien. Gabriel would probably swat him over the nose for his eloquence.
She giggled as she rose to her feet, palm over her mouth as her cheeks split with adorable laugh lines, but it didn't make him feel stupid; instead, he could only thrill that he made her laugh.
"Yeah, Kitty. It sounds like you really need someone to talk to about this kind of stuff. What kind of partner would I be if I didn't help you out of a bind like that?"
"Thanks, LB." He rose to tower over her, and had to drag his eyes away from the perfect blue orbs that enthralled him every time he stared into her almost regal and elegant features. Even with the smell of her need, trickling out from her legs, she was still his Lady, soothing like Marinette and bold like Kagami. Peace and inspiration at once. "I can't tell you how much that means to me."
"About as much as you mean to me, Kitty. Trust me." With a wink that had his heart aflutter, she was gone, tipping herself off the edge of the building to enter into a death-spiral down towards the street, but he trusted her enough to feel no fear. As she always did, she proved worthy of his trust, tossing out her arm at the last moment to swoop into a graceful arc across the Parisian streetway on her yo-yo.
Far less gracefully than his partner, because unlike her, he was hefting a heavy burden of wood, he made his way back to his room, lost in the heat of her scent and the memory of her warm, small body against his.
When he flopped into his room and dispelled his transformation, he was right back where he started. Worse off. He raised his hand to his nose. His palm, held over the scent gland on her wrist earlier, reeked of Ladybug's sweet smell, like lilacs and the heady musk of roses. He'd need a very long shower and liberal use of that specialty body wash and shampoo that he'd bought that was basically industrial solvent and could wipe away any odours save its own pungent, artificial stink.
Still, something haunted him even more than her heavenly scent that mingled with his own in the most tempting way imaginable when he withdrew his cock from his underwear.
He didn't even bother with lube as he tugged off the legs of his pants from his feet, getting caught up for a moment, and stumbled into the bathroom.
In the mirror, he saw himself, and was ashamed that the sight of his own naked body only made him harder. Already the excess bulk was building up around his chest and arms, while the smooth belly that his father had demanded that he maintain – sleek without any real definition because androgynous or even slightly eliminate was the aesthetic he wanted for his prized model – was starting to split with rolls of muscle. Blonde hair was growing more noticeable around his chest
But his thickening cock and engorged knot were almost – almost thrilling as he wrapped his hands around his shaft and gave it a few experimental jerks, watching himself slick precum down the head.
He could almost imagine what would have happened if he hadn't been so considerate, if he'd given in when Ladybug strode towards him and he grabbed her by the shoulders, forcing her down and pressing her willingly into him, her eager lips laving suckling kisses to the concealed knot that she'd been eyeing.
His hand picked up as he focused on the slick head before withdrawing to spit into his palm and return, moist and warm, to his cock, hips jerking forward like he was losing himself inside of some bitch – Ladybug – who he was gong to break and knot and breed. His entire body was aching with an electric tingle, her scent becoming all the more acute in his nose as he whimpered and squeezed his knot with one hand, mimicking the lock of a proper mating press.
Cock swelling hot in his hand, his eyes rolled up and eyelids drooped closed. Fuck. Had Kagami done this, or had she only ever fingered herself? He wanted to do it to her – to show her how good it was – forcing her to surrender to the alien pleasure of her Alpha-female cock and spurt all over her belly – as she lost to him and made a mess of herself.
Salty musk mingled with Ladybug's sweet scent and the earthy odour of her arousal had him salivating, but it blurred with the smell of sea water and grease and vanilla and pastries and the spice of Kagami's body-wash as he thought back to gorgeous blue eyes.
Then, mouth blowing open with a little scream, he finished with a convulsion through his entire body, dick straining and balls tightening up as he milked himself with furious, needy jerks of his hand. Legs falling weak, he spurted the first jet of his orgasm onto the ground as he allowed his last thrust to burst through the tight ring of his fingers, "knotting" his own hand in a way that could only be described as dissatisfying, even if it did tip him over the edge into orgasm.
As he shuddered through the next minute of release, his knot swelling up but his hand unable to provide him with the pressure and lock that he really needed, he was assailed by a cacophony of voices begging him, and needy blue eyes, and Kagami's heated praise, her voice thick with haughty lust that echoed the dark whisper inside of his own mind. The knot would remain inflated for a good deal longer.
Collapsing to the cool and harsh tile floor on his knees, releasing one last watery spurt, he sank back to his butt, his still-hard cock twitching in his hands because he could so easily start up again and go another round, ready to move on to another mate and breed him or her too.
His sweaty hair parted as he tried to smooth it from his forehead with fumbling fingers, only managing to accidentally smear his own cum onto his face. He grimaced. Yuck. He had to be more careful.
On unsteady legs, he rose up from the floor and, catching himself on the edge of his sink to stabilize himself for a moment, set out to clean up his mess.
When satisfied, he retreated into the shower to try to get ready for bed and wash off his still-sticky cock while removing the scent of his nocturnal activities so that his father and classmates wouldn't pick up on it, even if everyone knew that a teenage boy masturbated.
As he scowled at the scent of the cleaning solution that he had bought, finally finding some relief for Ladybug's scent, he had time to reflect back on what he'd done.
Those eyes ... He hadn't been thinking of Ladybug when he came. Not Ladybug alone.
The smell of a bakery and engine grease and the wind and sun all together, and Kagami's voice hot in his ear.
When he'd come, he'd been thinking about knotting Ladybug, Marinette, and Luka.
And Kagami had been doing the same while challenging him to keep up with her.
At least Nath, Marc, and Chloe weren't rattling around in there too.
He soaped up his hair and enjoyed the sensation of his fingernails scrapping over his scalp, sighing into the stream of water.
But the thought still haunted him, even though it was obviously true.
What Ladybug had said – that the sick, dark voice that hated his father and clawed and spat in the man's face, at least mentally, loathing him for trying to- to control him and turn him into a submissive little Disney princess, locked up in her tower, was really just – just him.
Was it? It seemed like the voice of an akuma or Hawkmoth, or, at least, what he assumed that monster would sound like inside of his head, tempting him towards darkness. Could you ever make peace with that? Work out a truce so that you both could survive and thrive... together? He didn't want to be at war with himself – the man his father wanted him to be and the man he wanted to be and the ugliness that was always scraping around in the back of his brain.
When he shut off the shower to towel himself dry, the thought stayed with him. It was enough to banish the omnipresent need of his knot and his hormones, just for this night, at least, even as he clambered into bed and stared up at the ceiling.
Could he really make peace with that ugliness and not be a terrible person? Could he love all of himself, even the parts that his father had taught him to hate?
He fell asleep hoping that the answer was yes.
Author's Notes
One of the things that I wanted to explore was the reconciliation between nature and nurture. Adrian is raised in a stereotypically feminine way - be polite, don't talk back, never speak out of turn, "smile," you should be "pretty," etc.. He compensates by constructing Chat Noir, who oozes a child's version of chivalry and machismo, showing that he desperately wants to embrace his masculine side both by nature and as an act of rebellion. He just does not know how because he never had a male role model to teach him. This story is, in large part, about that struggle, only amplified by his Alpha masculinity coming to the forefront and forcing the issue with his father's attempts to feminize him or make him "a bitch."
So, Adrien has taken to heart the idea that he should try to learn to accept his desires, as he always trusts his Lady's judgement.
I've never written male masturbation before. How was Adrien's "private time?" Too short? Not enough physical details?
We've also seen Adrien introducing Kagami's "girlcock," referenced in the tags, by way of his fantasy. It's one of the many interesting aspects of "ABO dynamics" works as it lends itself to a number of fascinating scenarios, including maledom in Alpha/Alpha pairings as the male teaches the female how to enjoy using her cock, or allows for "pegging" - which is great on its own in femdom - that the female partner can really enjoy herself, emphasizing the humiliation of the Omega male.
I'd love to hear any thoughts that you might have, positive or negative, and thanks for reading.
Review Responses
Guardian of the Inheritance: Thank you for the kind encouragement, and for just taking the time to comment.
PositiveCharm416: That's a very sweet comment. Even though Ladybug is not an Alpha here, I hope that she seems in-character and just as "kickass" as she is in canon.
Gigigirl888: Sorry? I hope that was a good "damn."
Guest: "Someone like Adrien, cant be an alpha xD lol." Nature and nurture again, especially in the context of this ABO universe wherein people "awaken" to their role much as they can during real-world puberty. My brother was shorter than me until we hit 14, and then, overnight, he was six feet tall and a completely different person. Hormonal changes affect people, and this story is about how Adrien is impacted in the same way. I hope that my comments on Adrien's gendered upbringing and desires in canon have addressed this comment. I also find it interesting to explore the impact on his character and the struggle between his kind deference and his newfound aggressive desires.