Author Note: WARNING, chapter contains sexualized content, drug use, and assault. I don't condone the illegal behaviors, and encourage people to be responsible. Thanks.

Chapter Twelve: I Only Wanted You

Marinette giggled, watching Adrien jostle with Chloe more as they wrapped up for the day. His eyes gave her a long sideways glance, and she smiled, the blush creeping into her cheeks. Her stomach contracted, and the butterflies tickled her stomach when he smiled back, bright, genuine.

Despite the nervous flutter, she still felt comfortable. She wasn't sure if it was the night of rough sex pounding away most of the pent of ache, or the fact Chloe was soothing her with her unlikely friendship, but she felt a little more confident as she held his gaze.

She didn't even trip when she walked back over to nudge the blonde woman. "They said we had some free time tonight," she cooed. "The other models said they wanted to try some of the hot spots around here, be my friend date?"

Chloe snorted. "No," she said rolling her eyes. "However, I'll definitely be your wing girl," she teased, alleviating the immediate rush of panic that filled the blue-haired girl's chest.

An arm looped over her shoulder, and a warm body pressed into her side, and her shoulders tensed when Luka spoke. "Wouldn't need a wing woman if you had an actual date," he offered blatantly, and she looked away, flinching a little.

Luka had been persistent in getting a second encounter off and on since their rendezvous in the dressing room the first shoot, but as attractive as she found him, she wasn't sure she wanted to the same thing. He was expecting more than a hook-up anyway, and she definitely couldn't offer it to him. Not when she felt so torn now between two other guys already.

Somebody growled, and she glanced up, startled. Everyone looked at Adrien, who wore a look of astonishment before clearing his throat. "S-sorry, trying to get a tickle out of my throat," he muttered, his mouth a tight line. She frowned because his eyes no longer held the happy light they were glistening with a few moments earlier, and her chest felt hollow.

"I d-don't know if I want an actual date," she whispered hoarsely.

Luka's body stiffened against her, and Chloe snagged her arm, pulling her free of his grip. "That's right, we like to keep our options open," she teased. "Why settle for one guy when we can hunt for the best of the pack," she giggled, and Marinette was thankful for the excuses.

Luka sighed, grumbling. "Whatever."

A black haired woman approached, and her green eyes glittered brightly. "May I come?"

"Victoria, right?" Marinette tried, hoping she wasn't making a fool of herself.

She smiled, nodding. "Yes, I'd like to come."

"Sure, the more the merrier," Chloe declared.

"You coming?" Victoria's eyes settled on Adrien.

"Agreste?"

The model hesitated, a strain hovering over his handsome features. "I'm supposed to do the run-through for my father tonight. Plus, I have to coordinate with Nathalie on our travel plans since tomorrow is our last day in London."

Their eyes locked, and he looked pained, but she couldn't really figure out why. It wasn't like not going out was going to be the end of the world for him, especially since they'd still have an opportunity to do so in the next two weeks while in Italy.

"M-Maybe next time?" He still looked pained, and she just wanted to chase the look from his eyes.

He tore his orbs from hers, and she made a small noise. "Y-yeah," he growled. "Next time."

***PARTY TIME***

It was harder going out than she'd expect. People knew who she was.

"Dupain Chain-me-up!"

"Chloe Bourgeois!"

"There's Luka!"

"How come we don't get cool nicknames," Luka scoffed, joking.

"You can have mine," she shot back. Each time someone shouted it, her face burned more brightly than the last time. Plus, the pictures. Cameras flashing in her face every two steps as they tried to wrestle themselves into the night club. God, is this how Adrien had felt his whole life? It was intrusive, and annoying.

They managed to make it through the door, and the music was loud. It pulsated through the large building, vibrating her bones. "Whose idea was this again?" She rose her voice so they could hear her, and the group laughed.

Victoria leaned on Luka, tittering as they broke out of the hallway, and strobe lights were flickering, blaring rapidly. It was almost a relief the model was keeping his attention, but Andrew and Matthew weren't shy about hitting on her and Chloe either.

"Drinks first!" Chloe screeched. "Marinette will need it to let loose," she teased, and the bluenette rolled her eyes. Though, in reality, it was probably true.

"Not four this time," she muttered. Apparently, four was an important number. Tikki had mentioned it….as a matter of fact…so had Adrien. She frowned. Had he been at the bar that night? How had he known it was four drinks?

"Okay, three," she breathed easily.

***Three...double shots….and 30 minutes later***

Okay, yup, she definitely got the appeal of this club thing now as she rocked her body to the erratic pulsating of the music. Techno? Rave? She wasn't sure what it was called, but it was fun! Chloe was rubbing her back against Marinette's rather enthusiastically, and it was making her laugh out loud as Matthew danced in front of her. Andrew was dancing with Chloe.

The affect of the lights mixed with those of the alcohol was a strange and enthralling experience as the world stripped down to wavering slow motion snippets, and she tipped her head back, swaying closing her eyes. It was fun not to care…and let loose.

Somebody pressed into her front, and she snorted, feeling them grind into her. She gasped softly, but spun lazily around, using her backside instead, which put…Chloe rubbing against her front. She laughed harder. She was a Marinette sandwhich! It was the oddest feeling, but whoever was behind her was incredibly hard and man, it felt good.

His hands pushed her skirt up a few inches, and she covered his hands with her own to stop him before it went too high, but she didn't stop swaying her hips in the process, and he moaned.

Chloe tugged on her shoulders a little and she opened her eyes. She held a small green pill in her hand, offering it hesitantly. "Want some?"

She squinted at the medicine. She didn't recognize it. "What is it?"

Chloe looked a little embarrassed. "Ecstasy," she whispered as low as she could manage and still be heard. The bluenette's brows pulled together slowly. She didn't think Chloe would do drugs like that, but she shook her head.

"No, thanks, the alcohol is good enough!"

The blonde gave a firm nod before popping it into her mouth, and she returned to dancing with her partner. Some of her buzz had worn off, but Victoria emerged from the crushing crowd, bearing two drinks. She held one for Marinette, and the girl took it slowly, tossing it back. The black-haired beauty downed the other one and disappeared again, presumably to put the glasses away.

She realized somebody was still pressed into her ass, and she turned, staring up at Luka, blushing automatically. "Luka," she sighed.

He dragged her against him, and ground slowly, pulling a moan from her lips. "Mari," he countered, his eyes half lidded. He looked pretty drunk himself, and she put her hands on his shoulders to steady herself.

"You're drunk," she commented.

He nodded. "Probably, but so are you," he countered, thrusting again, and she quivered.

"Not as much as I was two minutes ago," she said honestly as Victoria appeared again, bearing more shots. What was this? She'd turned into a server now?

"We can fix that," he murmured, taking one of the offered shots, and tossing it in his mouth. He dipped her suddenly, and pressed their lips together, letting the hard liquor trickle into her surprised depths slowly.

It was…kind of hot, really, and she swallowed the 'offered' drink, but by the time it was gone, she was kissing him, and her arms were looping around his shoulders. He straightened them again, and he dragged her leg up over his hip so when he thrust she could feel it, gasping into his mouth.

Her head was starting to feel a little funny, and she didn't think it was the alcohol as she frowned, but each time he touched her, it was like a million tendrils of pleasure burst under his touch and she was moving against him again. It was almost euphoric.

Somebody bumped into them, and she gasped, stumbling. Chloe's arms snaked around her, catching her quicker than the bluenette could even react. Damn, when did Chloe get so fast?

"Hey! It's them!" Someone shouted, and everyone crushed in closer, suffocating her, but that was the least of her problems. Her body…was on fire. It was alive, and she just…she needed to rub against something. She just wanted to be touched.

"I feel funny," she blurted, even as the camera flashes started, and someone was videoing them.

"Time to scram," Andrew yelled, yanking Chloe, who pulled Marinette, and she grabbed Luka to add to the train as they shoved through the sea of people. However, there was too many people compared to them, and Chloe's fingers were slipping from her grasp.

"Chloe!" Her voice was panicked, but her grasp was gone, and she was being swallowed by a group of clubbers. They were pressing into her, flashing lights in her face, and she felt sick, disoriented.

Someone pinned her into a wall. "Chain-me-up, huh? Let's see how true that is," he groaned, pressing into her backside, and her mind registered 'oh, god, yes' when she knew, somewhere deep down, that was the wrong reaction. She couldn't get her brain to function properly.

It was too hot in there. He thrust against her again, pushing her skirt all the way up, and her body screamed 'yes-yes-yes'!

"No," she breathed out. There it was, the word she wanted to use. She wrapped her fingers around it, and she threw her head back, smashing it into his nose. He relinquished her, and she spun, but his backhand came just as swiftly, and she staggered, falling. She hit her head on something on the way down, and panted, stars dancing along her vision.

"I SAID BACK OFF!" Chloe's voice pulled her attention, and the crowd parted, and the man was yanked backwards suddenly. Luka and Andrew grabbed him and Chloe was twirling something around before she let it loop easily around her arm, dangling before she rushed forward. "Mari!"

"I'm fine," she grunted. "Is that a…yo-yo?"

Chloe frowned. "I tried to make sure my Queen Bee skills didn't at least go to waste. I carry a yo-yo in my purse for self-defense since a spinning top was my weapon when I was a heroine," she offered, pulling the bluenette to her feet.

"Wow, that's….smart, and easy. You're…awesome.." The world slanted, and she fell backwards, and her eyes widened. "MY PURSE!" Oh, God, Tikki! How had she left her purse unattended?

Chloe caught her. "I've got it, and fuck, you're heavy," she complained, her eyes widening. "Luka, get her, her heads bleeding."

She frowned. It was good that Chloe thought of it, but how could she have been so irresponsible. "I thought you were high," she breathed.

"Hearing you scream my name in fear sobered me up quickly," she said flippantly. She turned towards the crowd as Luka took over holding her. "You are going to move and let us get her out of here, or you'll find out just how sharp a former Queen Bee's sting really is," she growled loudly.

Everybody moved. The bluenette smiled, letting her eyes flutter closed. Chloe was pretty awesome, actually.

News travelled at lightning speed. They weren't even done at the hospital when all of their phones were ringing. Gabriel was pissed according to Nathalie. Trying to keep themselves out of trouble was part of their contract. No bad press, no causing problems, and they'd been involved in an 'altercation' that had wounded at least four other civilians. Apparently, Chloe punched two separate people to get to her, and Luka had decked another. Then there was the guy who grabbed her.

When they trudged into the mansion, Nathalie was waiting for them, and Adrien was standing firmly beside her, his mouth set in a hard line. He almost looked like his father. "Explain yourselves," she said.

Nobody offered to go first, but Mari rubbed her palms together excessively, avoiding looking directly at the blonde man. Plus, she was ashamed she had been taken by surprise. Something still felt odd about her body, she kept rubbing her palms together, just for the touch sensation. She wanted to be touched, she wanted to rub up against the blonde and have him right there.

"We didn't start it," Luka offered calmly.

"Of course not," Nathalie said dryly. "That's what they all say."

Chloe hissed. "It's true! We were minding our own business when people started to crush us, flashing cameras in our faces, so we tried to leave and come back."

Marinette flinched, rubbing her hands against her hips. Mmm, that felt good.

"And?"

Andrew piped up this time. "We got separated, and some of the patrons got rough with two of the girls."

She saw Adrien stiffened more from the corner of her eye and it made her stomach hurt. She rubbed her belly a little and quivered, swallowing. That felt good too…God..

"Who was roughed up? Anybody injured?" Nathalie's tone softened a fraction, but to be fair, it probably should have been her first question in the first place if she knew there was an altercation.

"Chloe and Marinette," Luka said slowly, tightly.

"We're fine," Mari whispered, not wanting to be prodding. She wasn't traumatized in any sense, but she felt guilty about letting things get out of hand. Her palms rubbed back to her hips and she shivered again. Would Adrien fuck her if she jumped on him?

The blonde was moving, and he grabbed her chin. She wasn't sure how he knew, maybe it was because she wouldn't look at him, or kept shifting her face away, but he turned her head almost too forcefully, and she winced.

His jaw tightened when he looked at her, and she could tell he was angry. Marinette had a cut from her left eyebrow well into her hairline, and although she didn't need stitches, it was ugly. A bruise had already started to form around it, and she had a black eye already…or purple eye really.

"How about you Chloe?" Adrien spat, pushing away from the bluenette to face the blonde. He studied her face. "Let me see your arms." She hesitated, and he snarled, his voice barking. "NOW!"

The blonde jumped and she took her light leather jacket off, and there were bruise marks all down the sides of both arms. Wow…what happened? She was concerned…but the authority in Adrien's normally gentle voice made things low in her body tighten, and she moaned…out loud.

Everybody shifted to look at her, surprised. Even she was surprised. "S-Sorry," she stammered, appalled. "I d-don't know what's wrong with me," she stated, rubbing her palms against her hips and up her belly, over her arms and down to her hips again.

Adrien stomped to her again, and she flinched under his tangible wrath, and he gripped her face again, tipping it up so she was blinking. "Your…you're high?" His voice was a breathy disbelief, and he looked disgusted, but her heart contracted.

"NO!" she screeched. "I didn't take anything," she said adamantly.

"Mari," he bit out, slowly. "Your pupils are dilated well beyond a normal level, especially in this light."

"But..I-I didn't! I swear!"

Chloe nodded. "I saw someone offer her some drugs," she skirted easily. "She said no. She was firm about it."

"Someone gave you some without knowing then?" Now his anger reached a new level, and she shrunk away.

"I w-was careful…I didn't…I didn't take a drink from anybody I d-didn't know!" She swayed, feeling sick.

Adrien caught her, and he sighed. "Can you handle this Nathalie? I'm getting her to bed at least. She's not much use in her condition anyway."

"Of course," she replied calmly.

Marinette frowned, and he lifted her up with ease, carrying her up the stairs to her room. He managed to hold her with one arm and push the door with the other.

"Mm, you're strong," she cooed. His chest felt good pressed against body, and she wanted to know what it would feel like with less layers.

He stiffened a bit before setting her on the edge of the bed, gripping her chin for the third time, but he was gentle now. "Does it hurt?"

"Nope," she giggled, looking up at him, her head lulling. "You're in my room."

He frowned, quirking a brow. "Yes?"

"Things happen in rooms," she said slowly, pushing her hands up the front of his shirt, and she moaned, feeling his hard abs under her fingers. It sent electric shocks through her entire system and she needed more. The bluenette surged upwards, sliding her body up along his as she stood, and she cried out, grabbing his head to kiss him.

He moaned when she rubbed up against him, but when her lips tried to meet his, he pushed her back, holding her firmly. "G-God Mari, what are you doing?"

"Mmm, looks like I'm trying to make out with you, but then that would probably lead to a lot of skin contact and fucking and I just.." she squirmed, rubbing her palms together. "Really…really need to touch you," she whispered, trying to push forward again, but he stopped her.

"It's the drugs," he whispered.

"Oh? It feels good when I'm touching you, but this is irritating," she gestured at his ability to keep their bodies apart. "I want to rub all over you and make those sounds and listen to you make sounds," she bit her lip, "please, Adrien?"

His body shuddered, and she grinned. "Oh, another man who likes the Mari lip bite," she teased. "I have a lover that likes it a lot," she whispered conspiratorially, and he flinched. "Wish I knew how to get a hold of him…because if you're not going to fuck me…"

Adrien frowned. "If he has any decency, as much as he finds you desirable, I'm sure, he'd still restrain himself for your dignity."

She pouted. "Fine, betcha Luka would have me," she giggled. "He has before."

His grip slacked on her shoulders, and she surged forward, rubbing against him, releasing a pleased sound. "God you feel good," she keened, but he wasn't moving, and she frowned. "What's wrong? Aren't I pretty?"

"You fucked Luka?"

Her head suddenly hurt. "N-no," she offered slowly. "Though he tried, I told him I wasn't ready. He was very persistent though and I was…in a state….so he…"

Adrien's jaw worked feverishly. "He what Mari?"

She didn't want to say the words. For some reason, Adrien seemed far more upset than he should have been. "He decided he wanted to give me an orgasm, so…he did…with …his…" She cringed.

"His mouth." Adrien finished brusquely.

She nodded. "Y-Yeah…"

"When did this delightful event happen?"

"It was the first shoot we had, he caught me in a weak moment," she whispered, swallowing. The need to rub against him was fading. Instead, his anger was killing her resolve, and she just felt guilt and shame.

"A weak moment?" He laughed, but it was short, and harsh. "I'm sure," he spat. "You throw yourself at every guy now, and he caught you in a weak moment?"

Okay, well, that just made her angry. "I do not throw myself at every guy! I just do what the fuck I'm told to do! I didn't even want to be here in the first place! I didn't really want Luka! I wanted…." Her shouting died.

"Wanted what, Mari?" He stared, angry. "What!?"

His snarl made her jump, and she grit her teeth. "I wanted you, you prick! That swimsuit shot had me all worked up because I've been dreaming of you for years, and you were so close and I was in a fuckin' dumbass knot of wet ache, and yeah, maybe Luka took some advantage, but I'm not going to make any excuses or keep explaining myself to a man who has no business in my sex life in the first place!" He faltered, and it instilled her with more confidence. "GET THE FUCK OUT!"

It was his turn to look stunned, but she was shoving him with all of her might, channeling her Ladybug strength, and he staggered in his surprise. "M-Mari.."

"NO! Too late for fucking hindsight and apologies! I'm just a whore that throws myself at every guy," she spat and gave him another violent shove, this time, it was out the door before she slammed and locked it. She pressed her back into the barrier and the anger turned rapidly to tears as she slid down to her butt, sobbing.