A/N: Ready for more Vampire!Chat? ;)

Chapter 3

While Marinette lounged in her chaise, Chat Noir sat in her computer chair. The pair rattled off answers and questions back and forth, to the point where they knew all the little, insignificant things about each other.

However, he didn't reveal much on his life save for his personality. She still didn't know his real name or where he was from. When she asked, he told her that they could discuss that at a later time. Fair enough, she supposed. This was their first meeting, after all.

"So, do you have a best friend?" Marinette asked casually.

He nodded with a smile. "I do. His name's Nino, we grew up together and honestly I probably would be lost without him."

His heartfelt answer brought a smile to her face. "My best friend's name is Alya. We met in high school when she moved here, and we've been best friends ever since."

Marinette suddenly grinned as a devious idea made it's way to her head. She may have been going to far, especially for only knowing him for a few hours, but she couldn't resist asking. She didn't know why, but she felt a strange ease being around him.

"What's the most embarrassing thing to have ever happened to you?"

Chat Noir's eyebrows rose beneath his mask, yet it was all-too-soon when a sly grin lifted his lips.

"The most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me?" He mused, tapping on his chin with a gloved finger. "Hm. Let me think."

Marinette patiently waited with an excited gleam in her blue eyes. Screw sleeping, this was the most interesting night she's had in a long time.

"I got it," he voiced, still smirking. "When I was younger, my parents paired me up with this girl to be friends with. She wasn't the nicest person, but I had to be the perfect little boy, so I went along with it. One night at a party we were dancing and she kissed me on the cheek in front of everyone. I was mortified, but everyone else was laughing. I got teased for a long time since everyone thought I liked her, Nino really wouldn't let me forget it."

It wasn't really embarrassing compared to other things that could happen, but then again, it was hard to become embarrassed when you're a graceful vampire, and royalty at that. Perfection was implemented in his body ever since he was a toddler and had to take his various lessons, be they educational or etiquette.

He remembered that day well. Back when his mother was alive, she and his father schemed to introduce him to Chloe Bourgeois, heir of the richest vampire family aside from his own. They hoped to make a potential love match for the children and let that seed of romance blossom when they were older.

Suffice to say, it didn't work. The girl's already vain and conceited attitude put off the young Agreste. The only possible thing he considered giving the girl was friendship, and nothing more.

However, Chloe wasn't deterred by his romantic aloofness. She constantly gave him hugs, told him how cute he was, and batted her eyelashes at him like she had seen the older vampire women do.

That's all she did, until the night of Adrien's first ball. His parents convinced him to dance with Chloe first. He did, but afterwards, she leaned in close before he could pull away and planted a big, wet kiss right smack on his cheek.

Adrien ripped away, absolutely mortified and angry, while Chloe and the rest of the ballroom giggled. He tried to wipe the kiss off with the sleeve of his jacket and stomped out of the ballroom, a laughing Nino soon on his heels.

For weeks and even years, people teased Adrien and prodded at him to begin a romance with Chloe. As he gradually refused suggestion after suggestion of courtship, they began to stop. His father understood that nothing was going to happen, and so left him alone about it as well.

But Chloe proved to be relentless. To this day she was still after him, even after he made it public that he found a Loved One.

He was brought out of his musings by a giggling Marinette, whose cheeks were tinted an adorable hue of pink as she laughed.

"That's so cute, but I can understand how you felt. What happened to the girl?"

"Oh, she's still around," Chat answered, the ghost of a smile on his lips. "And still interested."

"Oh."

Marinette had to admit, it felt weird to know that another girl liked Chat Noir. Then again, he wasn't delivering roses to her, was he?

Hm. Was he? She didn't know if he was a one-girl cat or not.

What was she saying?! She's only known him for a few short hours, she really shouldn't be thinking beyond the stage of friendship at this point.

"Don't worry, Princess," he soothed, although she could see the edges of his mouth twitching in barely-concealed mirth. "You're the only one in my heart."

As cheesy as the line was, she couldn't help but feel flattered, even as she rolled her eyes. What did she do to get his devotion, she wondered idly.

A sudden bout of fatigue hit her, the night's talks catching up with her. The designer tried, yet the stubborn yawn escaped past her mouth anyway.

Chat Noir smiled fondly. "You better get to bed, princesses need their beauty sleep. Although I can't imagine you can be any more beautiful than what you are now."

Was he serious? Here she was: yawning, in her pajamas with her hair messed up and her make up taken off, though she didn't wear much, and drooping eyes. How could he possibly consider that beautiful?

"You're crazy," she mumbled before she realized she spoke the accusation aloud. However, she was too tired to care at this point.

Her companion laughed. "I've been told that, before."

The girl let out another yawn, reaching up with her hand to cover it.

"Come on, Marinette, go to bed," he coaxed softly, standing up. "You can't try to stay up all night."

He would've loved to be able to carry her up and tuck her in himself, however, he felt it would be too soon for that kind of intimate contact yet. He didn't want to rush things with her and possibly scare her off.

The blackette gradually got up from the chaise, stretching her arms above her head when she did so. Blinking wearily, she dragged her feet to the staircase and climbed, Chat Noir following closely.

Upon reaching the top she lifted the covers and got inside, taking the hairties out of her hair and shaking her hair loose with her fingers before snuggling under the blankets.

Chat Noir watched, transfixed, at the loose locks spread around the pillow. He had an urge to run his fingers though them as she had, he wanted to know if her hair felt as soft as it looked.

He imperceptively shook his head to clear it, choosing to haul himself out of the trapdoor above her. He peered down at her for one last goodbye when she spoke.

"Are...Are you going to come here, again?" She asked shyly. Her sapphire eyes flickered down to the sheets bunched her hands as she gnawed at her lower lip.

He couldn't help but grin, although inside he was a giddy mess due to the fact she wanted to see him again.

"Of course. I may be irresistibly charming, but even I don't expect for you to fall for me in one night."

He watched as her face colored at his words, proud he could get that kind of reaction out of her. Overall, he'd have to say he was doing a good job so far at this whole 'wooing' thing.

"Oh, I almost forgot."

He reached behind him and snagged the rose that was attached to his belt. The petals were a bit rumpled, but it was still a perfect gift for a princess.

"Here," he said as he tossed the rose down. His Loved One gently picked it up and sent a smile his way, thanking him.

"See you tomorrow night, Princess." With that parting remark, he disappeared back into the night.

...

Later that night, in the safety of the woods, Chat Noir met up with his best friend at their usual meeting spot. Since they both had supernatural senses, they never got lost or mistook the place for any other.

It was a place for them to safely talk without worry of being overheard. Chat may live in a castle and Nino himself in a large house, but both members of their species had amazing hearing and could easily hear two boys speaking in the middle of the night. Hence, why they made this spot in the forest their meet-up place.

"So, how'd it go?" Nino asked, crossing his arms and grinning madly.

"It went great!" Chat exclaimed with a triumphant smile. "I think she likes me! Maybe she'll even love me soon."

Nino shook his head and chuckled. "You're such a sap."

Chat cocked an eyebrow at his friend teasingly. "Says the guy who gave me love advice before I went in."

"Hey, desperate times call for desperate measures."

The pair laughed until Nino interrupted with a question, a frown tugging down the edges of his lips as he got serious.

"So she's okay with you being a vampire, right?"

The blond swallowed anxiously, biting on his lip when he looked away from Nino's penetrating gaze. "Um..."

"Oh no," he moaned, already preparing for the answer.

"I may not have told her that I'm a vampire."

"How could you not have told her that?!" Nino exclaimed, frustrated. "If there's anything she should know about you, it's that!"

"I couldn't tell her," Chat argued, lowering his eyebrows. "I didn't want to screw anything up."

Nino opened his mouth, ready to spew more words of admonishment, when he was cut off by the sound of a high-pitched beeping.

Chat, knowing what that meant, took a look at the blinking green paw print on his ring. "Okay, Plagg. Claws in."

Chat Noir melted away to reveal the Crown Prince of Vampires of France Adrien Agreste in all his royal garb. His hair went back to the flawless, sweeping style he always maintained when he wasn't running around in skin-tight leather. He fiddled with a cuff on the white shirt he wore as he stared up at Plagg.

"Why did you need to come out?" Adrien asked curiously. It wasn't often Plagg summoned him to release the transformation.

The little kwami snickered mischievously. "So I can tell him all about the night you had! But first, where's my cheese?"

Viridescent eyes rolled heavenward as the owner reached into their pocket and took out a wrapped portion of camembert. Nino watched the interaction with an amused grin, always finding Plagg's gluttonous nature and his best friend dealing with it very funny.

"Now, as I was saying," Plagg spoke with cheese still in his mouth, making the words sound garbled but still intelligible, "you should've seen him! They just talked about their likes and dislikes the whole night. Boring stuff! I was waiting for him to tell her he was a vampire then drink some of her blood, but I shouldn't have been expecting something that exciting to happen from him."

"Plagg!" Adrien snapped. "First off, it wasn't boring stuff. It's called getting to know each other. Second, I'm not going to drink her blood. I could never do that to her!"

"But dude," Nino cut in, "doesn't that feel, like, really good?"

It was true, sometimes. If a vampire so chose when feeding on a human, they can make the experience extremely pleasurable for them by injecting them with a special chemical in their fangs when biting them.

If they didn't care how the human felt, they'd just yank their heads back, savagely sink their fangs in the neck, and drain them dry, leaving the human feeling every ounce of blood leaving their body and the pain of the bite inflicted on them.

Then there was the third kind of bite: turning them by releasing the venom held in their teeth.

The first option he wouldn't do because first off, they weren't at that stage in their 'relationship' yet, and second, he had no idea how Marinette would take to being bitten. It was better to avoid it altogether for now.

The second option was a no-brainer, there was no way in hell he'd ever hurt her in any way.

The third he wouldn't think of until they talked about it extensively and she was on their wedding bed.

"I can't bite her yet," he declared, shaking his head. "It's too early."

Plagg scoffed and rolled his eyes. "It would make this whole thing go a lot quicker. Isn't that what your dad wants?"

The blond gritted his teeth as he answered. "I don't care. I'm going to do this at Marinette's pace, not my father's."

"And didn't you say you wanted to drink her blood?" Nino inquiried, raising an eyebrow.

"I-I do," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand as his eyes shifted to the ground.

It was true, he longed for it and never wanted any blood so badly as he did hers. It just smelled so sweet, like vanilla and honey and sugar all mixed into an enticing life-giving liquid.

In spite of that, he wouldn't give into the temptation and plunge his canines into her and drain her dry. The thought of him doing that to his Loved One made him sick. The thought of anyone else trying it had him hissing and imagining himself rearing his fist back and smashing the skull of the perpetrator.

"But I won't do it," he concluded. "I have a lot of self-control."

"That is true," Nino agreed, nodding. "I think you're the calmest vampire ever when it comes to seeing or smelling blood. Speaking of which, when was the last time you drank, anyway?"

Adrien's teeth ached at the question. If he didn't have so much self-restraint, he probably would've drank from Marinette at first sight that night. It was so foolish of him to endanger her like that, he really needed to be more careful. He didn't count on doing it, but any vampire was capable of snapping.

He closed his eyes and breathed through his nose. "Too long."

"Shouldn't you have drank before seeing her tonight? You know, just in case?" Plagg asked dryly, cheese long gone now and in the kwami's belly.

"I forgot, in all honesty," the blond confessed. "I was just so nervous about talking to her that I forgot to drink."

"Bet you regretted it," Nino chuckled.

"I did," he confirmed, remembering how the delectible smell seemed to grow stronger and harder to resist the longer he was there.

"Well, let's go, then. Better to satisfy your thirst before you start trying to bite me," his best friend joked.

Adrien playfully scoffed. "As if any self-respecting vampire would ever drink from a dog."

"Good, because I wouldn't want a leech like you drinking from me, anyway."

Both boys laughed before each calling for their transformations. Nino silently summoning his wolf's transformation and Adrien ordering Plagg to change him with a yell of, "claws out!"

Both cat and dog grinned at each other before tearing off to the nearest town.

...

"Here we are, a good old-fashioned club," Nino announced, smirking and cracking his knuckles. "Perfect place for a midnight snack."

"You're starting to make me think you're half-vampire," Adrien mused, looking at the nightclub from across the street. "Are you thinking of taking up the iron diet?"

"Nah, meat is more my thing."

The pair of friends walked across the street, striding straight to the front of the line. At first the bouncer simply raised his brows at them, as if reprimanding them for possibly thinking they could go right in. But a little wad of money waved in the air, courtesy of Adrien Agreste, had the friends inside in no time, leaving the large amount of people waiting to get in extremely pissed off.

"I'm going for a real drink," Nino declared over the roaring beat of the music. "Let me know when you're done."

Adrien nodded. "Alright. Don't make me have to drag you out of here."

The werewolf's eyes sparked. "That was one time!"

"One time too many," the blond replied with a glower. "Do you know how heavy a werewolf is to carry? And how annoying it is to put up with their constant puking?"

"Harsh, much?" Nino muttered, not offering anything else before walking to the bar.

Meanwhile, Adrien's eyes inspected the entire club, going over each and every person. He happened to spy a young brunette on the dance floor, switching partners every few seconds.

Perfect, she wasn't with any one person at the moment and no one would notice her absence for a few minutes.

The Prince ruffled his hair to give it that untameable look, fixed his mouth into a flirtatious smirk and strode forward.

...

A few compliments and dances later, along with a couple drinks, the vampire finally had his victim pinned to a wall on the side of the club. Her half-lidded, glazed eyes and coquettish twist of the lips told him she had something entirely different planned compared to what he wanted to do.

He made sure he had a good grip on her wrists before lowering his mouth closer to her neck, right above the pulsing vein. The girl shivered at the gorgeous blond's closeness.

"This will only hurt for a second," he cautioned lowly before gently easing his fangs in her skin.

The girl gasped in pain, but all too soon it was changed to a sigh of satisfaction once the special chemical kicked in.

Normally using it was reserved for only amorous intentions. Despite that, Adrien always used it when feeding from people; he couldn't bring himself to physically hurt another person.

The girl moaned and gasped as he drank. It was honestly making him uncomfortable, hearing a woman moan underneath him that wasn't Marinette. It made him feel...dirty. Like he was betraying her.

But vampires had to drink blood in order to live, and animal blood tasted disgusting, and drinking from men he found to be even more awkward and harder to entice to get alone. Thus, his current method of feeding.

Once he had his fill, he quickly swiped his tongue over the two puncture wounds to heal them. He pulled back to look into the girl's dilated eyes, finding she was still aroused from the chemical.

That, combined with the amount of alcohol she drank with him (and who knows how many with before him), would most likely ensure her forgetfulness of the whole thing. Even if she did remember bits and pieces, the bite marks were gone and fully healed.

Adrien led her by the hand back inside, making sure to give the bouncer a devilish wink as he passed to not arouse any suspicion. The older man chuckled and moved aside to let the pair through.

"Why don't you go find whoever you came here with, hm?" He suggested softly. "I'll be right behind you."

"Okay," she giggled and ran off to her friends, presumably to tell them of the handsome man she met and was going home with for the night.

Adrien quickly made his way over to the bar, where his best friend was talking to a girl and slowly finishing his drink.

"Hey, man, I'm done," he whispered, hovering closely to his best friend.

Nino closed his eyes and groaned in misery. "You always do this to me, right when I'm in the middle of something about to get good."

Adrien rolled his eyes. "Well, sor-ry. Now come on, she'll be back any minute."

Nino groaned again and apologized to the girl he was conversing with, her giving him an air-kiss in parting before Adrien literally dragged the werewolf off his seat and out of the club.

Maybe he should start leaving Nino home from now on.