Author's note - This chapter is inspired by the combination of two different ideas given to me by giby-chan. I changed the ideas a bit to fit my writing style, but I hope they are enjoyable nonetheless. Since the ideas were presented in Spanish, it seems fitting to have the title in Spanish as well.
"You know, kid, you're going to have to take care of your urges before you do something you're going to regret."
Adrien shook his head, "I can't, Plagg. I'll make love with LB once she sees how good we are together. Until then, I'll just keep suppressing it. I can't just use some girl. I might enjoy it in the moment, but it doesn't feel right if it isn't love."
Despite his words, Adrien wasn't so sure how long he could hold out. Every time he turned into Chat Noir, his need worsened. Plagg had explained to him that this was Adrien's feral side wanting to be paid back. Every time he used his enhanced senses as Chat Noir, he was drawing on this latent portion of himself. Before having its energy drained the beast was sleeping, but it was awake now, and it wanted to mate. At the moment, he could control himself, but he knew that was because he was alone in his bedroom without a girl in sight. In the past weeks, Adrien had found himself sexually attracted to any female he laid eyes on, some more than others, but every girl was something of a temptation for him. He was disgusted by this new version of himself, where had his values gone? Even in the midst of his disgust, his penis hardened at the mere thought of girls. "I'd better go take care of myself," he sighed, heading to the bathroom, "no way I'll be able to go to sleep with that."
"I haven't slept well in nights," Marinette complained. "But tonight is going to be different. I've finished all the projects that were keeping me up late. I'm going to get to bed early tonight, and I've even got a little something to help."
"What's that?" Tikki asked.
"Just an over the counter sleep aid. My parents suggested I try it to catch up on lost sleep. I'm not going to take it regularly, just until I'm back to normal. Well, good night Tikki. I'll be sleeping soundly tonight. Someone cound probably even come in the room and I wouldn't wake up tonight."
Adrien moaned in his sleep. He twitched and thrust his hips, probably penetrating some imaginary lover. In reality, his erection strained against his underwear, desperately wanting to fulfill its primal purpose. Then Adrien moaned a name. He sat up and opened his eyes but his look was vacant. Plagg had never known Adrien to sleep walk, but he'd seen some of his previous owners do it in the past. He recognized it immediately. "Plagg, claws out."
Plagg was never eager to transform, it wasn't in his nature, but he was especially reluctant to be brought under the command of a sleep talking holder. This was Adrien's feral side trying to take control, no doubt, and there was no telling what he would do with the powers of Chat Noir at his disposal. Plagg was pulled along helplessly as Chat jumped out his bedroom window and went who knows where in search of prey.
Backtracking to where they had parted at the end of patrol, Chat caught the scent of Ladybug. Purrfect! In his current frame of mind any girl would do, but he still recognized his favorite. If given the option, he would always choose her. Eagerly he followed the scent to her balcony. from there, he could smell her very clearly. His desired mate was in the room just below his feet. He tried the hatch leading in but found it locked. That wasn't going to stop him. "Cataclysm!"
"Cataclysm!"
Tikki heard Chat's call from the balcony moments before the hatch above Marinette's bed exploded into splinters. Marinette flinched at the sudden noise and muttered something in her sleep but she didn't wake up. "Marinette!" Tikki hissed in Marinette's ear. Her owner didn't stir and Tikki was forced to abandon her attempts to wake her as Chat Noir dropped into the room. Knowing she couldn't be spotted, the ladybug kwami dropped beneath the bed. From there she could hear rustling, followed by moans, both male and female. What was Chat doing to Marinette?! Tikki wanted to help her owner, who had clearly done nothing to solicit this attention, but the fear of what would happen if Ladybug's identity were revealed kept her in place.
Chat kissed the sleeping girl laying beneath him, not caring at all that his transformation was running out. The suit wasn't going to come off without reverting him back, and he needed it off to do what he would like to her. However, he wasn't in a big rush either. He had all night to get it done, for now he was happy to explore her body with his fingers and mouth. He trailed kisses down her jaw to her neck, where he nipped and sucked until it was sufficiently marked up. Other males beware, this one was his! He worked his way further down her body until his lips touched fabric. The neckline of her nightshirt was lower than her daytime clothes, but it still halted his expedition just before her breasts. He took her nightshirt in his mouth and tore the light material, ruining the garment and exposing her breast and belly. Chat happily continued his conquest, sucking and fondling Marinette's breasts. Marinette squirmed and whimpered in her sleep, but relaxed under his touch as his transformation wore off, due to the fact that he no longer had claws to graze her sensitive skin. Now as Adrien, he finally came face to crotch with her underpants, the last barrier between himself and his goal. He showed just as much regard for that article of clothing as he had for her nightshirt and soon had his fingers up her vagina, the tattered remains of her panties strewn around the bed. His erection told him it had been restrained long enough, and he mutilated another piece of clothing, this time his own. Underwear no longer in the way, he plunged into her, working himself into a frenzy with his need to claim this girl as his own. Incorporating their act into her own dreams, Marinette thrust up to meet him, hugging him close to her with her legs when he unloaded inside of her. His wild side finally satisfied, Adrien closed his eyes and drifted back into a garden variety sleep.
A pit of dread opened itself in Adrien's stomach as he woke up. He instantly knew the bedroom wasn't his, and he recognized it as Marinette's even before he laid eyes on her. He'd been invited here many times, but this time he feared he'd forced entry to not just the room, but his friend as well. He feared what he'd see when he turned his head, but he had to know. Marinette was in the bed next to him, her clothing shredded, and herself somehow still asleep. He noted that she was naked and immediately averted his eyes. He knew he'd taken full reign of her body the night before, but he didn't want to violate her any more than he already had. His next thought was to get out of the house before anyone saw him, this wasn't anything he could hope to explain. He searched for his clothes and found them torn to shreds alongside hers. He wished his feral side could at least have more respect for property, he and Marinette both had designer clothes! Well, Marinette's were homemade, but with her, that was essentially designer. The situation would be worse if he didn't have Plagg, his transformation would cover him up and no one would know he was naked under the suit. "Plagg, claws out."
"I wish I could help you, but I don't have the energy to transform."
"Why not? I know I used you to transform last night, but I didn't use Cataclysm!"
"How do you think you got in here without her letting you in?"
Adrien peaked up at the hatch above Marinette's bed. It was essentially not there, in its place was a hole letting in the early morning sun. The property damage was continually stacking up. "I'll go find you something to eat."
He briefly wondered if he might have the luck of Marinette's parents still being asleep as well, then he remembered when Tom had come in and spoke to the class on career day. He started work at five in the morning, no doubt Marinette's father was awake and in the kitchen. Adrien's saving grace would be that Tom would be in the bakery kitchen. With luck, no one would see him go into the smaller private kitchen in the living unit. One more issue, he didn't intend to be caught, but if he was, it wasn't going to be with his pants down. He should at least have a hint of modesty when he went down stairs, but his underwear were destroyed beyond use. He located Marinette's underwear drawer, and rustling through it, found a pair that were reasonably unisex. These would have to do. The small girl's underwear were tight on him, but he managed to squeeze in and head down stairs. He heard voices coming from the store front, Sabine was out there too, talking to her husband. Good, now stay there. He sneaked by the doorway and opened the refrigerator. He didn't see any Camembert, of course he couldn't just find what he needed. He snatched a different kind of cheese and took it back to Marinette's room. Now was not the time for Plagg to be fussy.
When Marinette woke up, the first thing she noticed was that her hips hurt. They felt bruised and tender to the touch. Within moments she realized the other problem, she was naked. She didn't usually sleep in the nude, only on unbearably hot nights where she couldn't do enough to keep cool. Last night was not one of those nights. She knew she'd had clothes on when she went to bed last night. At first she didn't even consider the idea she could have been raped. She felt safe and secure in her bedroom, and sleep aid be dammed, she didn't think she could sleep through something like that, but when she went on the hunt for her clothes, the evidence seemed to point clearly in that direction.
She found her nightshirt and underwear on the floor, shoved part way under her bed. They were shredded beyond repair, but she couldn't concern herself with that right now. Chills shot down her spine as she realized someone had been in her room, had at very least undressed her, and most likely done more. The pain in her nether regions surely suggested more. She poked a finger into the folds of her crotch, scared to see what she'd find. There was dried blood and a crusty white substance she'd never seen before but she had a guess what it was. Her assailant had left a part of himself in her womb. Her first impulse was to run and tell her parents, then she wondered what their reactions would be. Would they believe her, or would they think she snuck a boy into her room only to make up the rape story when things went wrong? She found it hard to believe herself that someone was able to get in. Maybe if she didn't say anything it would all blow over... No, that wasn't very like a hero of her. She had to at least identify who had done this to her. If he was someone who might possibly rape more girls in their beds at night, she needed to get him off of the streets, and to do that she needed family and friends to trust and work with her.
Tikki was conflicted. She hated seeing her owner go through this. Marinette had been given a week off school to deal with her ordeal. She'd also been given four sessions with a psychiatric therapist to insure she kept in good mental health. Marinette stayed strong when she talked to the police, strong when she did return to school, even strong for the most part in front of her parents - but when she was alone in her room she broke down and cried. Tikki was the only one who knew this, she hoped clarity would bring some relief to her owner.
"I know what you did to Marinette," Ladybug told Chat.
"No use in denying it then," Chat whispered, "but I didn't want to do it. I know it sounds hard to believe, but I would never want to do anything to hurt her."
"My kwami explained to me what's going on with you," Ladybug told him. "I have some sympathy for you. I know you're not some dangerous predator, but you can't let civilians pay for the side effects of your powers. You're going to have to learn to hold it."
Chat shook his head. "I held back as long as I could. When it comes out there's no stopping it. I should be good for at least another hundred battles though, maybe by that time I'll have someone who can willingly take the edge off for me."
"In another hundred battles, we'll hopefully have defeated Hawkmoth, but you probably should find yourself someone just in case."
The guilt was eating away at Adrien. Each day he acted as a supportive friend to Marinette, sincerely telling her he wanted to help in any way possible, but weighed down by the knowledge he hadn't helped at all by putting her in this situation to begin with. The vicegrip on his conscience only tightened when it came out that she was pregnant.
He watched her plummet into depression from the news, then more slowly dig herself back out as she became first resigned and then excited by the prospect. By the time she was obvious she'd progressed to a point where she would cradle her belly and talk about how badly she yearned to meet her baby, who couldn't help being conceived of rape. Watching from the sidelines, Adrien found her too precious, the way she expressed love to his progeny whom he had forced on her.
"Marinette, I have a confession to make. I don't blame you if you want to clobber me, get me arrested, or both - I probably diserve it... but I can't hide the truth from you any longer. I fathered your child."
In response, Marinette silently stared at him. It was torture for him, wondering if her next action would destroy his life as he knew it, or if she would find it in her to let him off easy. He couldn't know it, but she purposely prolonged his moment of suffering. It was his punishment. She knew he felt bad enough for it already. If he wanted to be in the child's life and be known to the child as its father, she would also make him explain to friends and family what he had done; but she didn't see any point in pressing charges, he wasn't a threat to anyone else. "You never could take 'no' for an answer, could you Chaton?"
That wasn't what he'd expected, especially not with a nickname that usually only Ladybug called him. "What do you mean?"
She placed the tip of one index finger against his nose, another action reminiscent of Ladybug. "Don't you recognize me? Your feral side surely did. You've expressed interest in me so many times while on the job, and I always turned you down, but when the need hit you, you still headed straight for me. The way Tikki described it, it turns you into an animal who would pounce the first girl you see, but you used this as an opportunity to make me yours. Even when you seemingly had no control over yourself at all, you still managed to be selective, and honestly, I'm flattered."
Adrien was busy picking up the hints Marinette was dropping. When he finished, he assembled them into a picture that looked like it made sense. "You're Ladybug?"
"You're lucky I am. That's the only reason I can understand how you could do something like this and not be a bad guy. Actually, I know that you're a good guy who just has too much to deal with. But you still have to own up to what you did. For one thing, I don't know if you know this, but pregnancy spikes a girl's libido, and there's been little I could do about it. This is your fault, so I think you should try to make me feel better. Is that fair?"
In Adrien's assessment, more than fair. Act like a complete monster, get the girl? Was that how it was supposed to work? He didn't think so. He'd thought he deserved worse, but he wouldn't fight getting away with a slap on the wrist. Marinette seemed to understand that she was able to taim his inner beast, and that when it was happy, he would be good to her. Thank goodness they shared that understanding, but as he followed her to somewhere private, it seemed she might want him to release that beast just a little bit.