Author Note: Review comments will go AFTER the chapter from now on…I realized some people may not want to scroll through them to get to the story (even though I try to be brief) so it makes more sense this way. Duh. Silly me! So, yeah, replies are at the bottom! Seriously…it was supposed to be JUST a talk…I SWEAR…on my life…Chat was supposed to have more willpower…it just…didn't…work out that way…and I let my chapters evolve the way my brain wants them to AS I GO…so here you go!

Chapter Thirteen: My Possession

Adrien pressed his hands flat against the barrier, listening to her sobs, and his digits turned to fists as he berated himself for releasing the rash words without thinking. He did not think Marinette threw herself at every guy that came her way. Just Luka. His mind mocked.

He shook his head, angry, unable to think beyond the level of anger and jealousy causing the whirlwind of panic dominating his expansive chest. Someone had drugged his Princess. That was priority number one. Something he could handle. Something he could solve. From there, he'd move slowly, but surely, through the complex sticky strings created by their unusual relationship.

The blonde growled furiously beneath his breath as he trotted back down the stairs towards the others, who were still standing under Nathalie's scrutiny. "Did you figure anything useful out?" His voice was scathing as he called out to the woman, but if she took his remark personally, her face didn't reflect her displeasure.

"We're piecing together the night," she offered calmly.

"I'm only asking nicely once," he snarled as he came to stop in front of the five models. "You don't want me to ask more than that," he warned, eyeing each of them slowly. "Who the fuck slipped Marinette the drugs?"

He knew it was one of them since the girl was sure she didn't take a drink from a stranger. She hadn't said anything about leaving her drink unattended, but he'd get to that if he needed to go that route. Something in his gut was telling him the culprit was in front of him though.

Silence. His eyes flicked to Chloe, though he was almost certain she wasn't the one who'd done it. "What?" Her voice was indignant. "I didn't slip her a damn thing," she snapped. "I wanted her loose, not vulnerable! I would not give her something without her knowing it. That's a set-up for trouble. We agreed on three shots," she explained. "Four was overboard for her last time."

"Fine," he bit out and jerked his head. "Go to bed." She opened her mouth, as if to argue, but he backed her down with a single look, watching the fire in her eyes dwindle to an icy coated fear. She ran.

He looked at Andrew, Matthew, Luka, and Victoria. The only one left that he knew fairly well was Luka, so he stared at him next. "I wouldn't do anything to hurt Mari," he said defensively. "She did her three shots with Chloe, then they were having fun dancing together with the guys," he nodded at Matthew and Andrew. "After a bit, I worked up the nerve to join her," he explained. "Victoria brought more shots, so she did another, and then…someone offered her some ecstasy and she declined."

Adrien cringed, his teeth grinding. Ecstasy? Is that what she was on? It might explain her behavior…

"Then we got a little close and she told me I was drunk, and I said yeah but you're drunk too, and she said she wasn't nearly as drunk as she was a few minutes earlier so we shared another shot that Victoria brought us," he breathed.

Adrien fought through Luka's entire declaration to keep his face calm. He wanted to punch Luka in his pretty face.

"We danced for awhile after that, enjoying ourselves," he admitted, and the blonde could swear the bastard was dragging it out just to piss him off. "Someone bumped into us, then there were shouts that called us out by name, so we decided to make a run for it. I guess Chloe yanked Mari, and she pulled me so we were in a line, but there were so many people that they managed to crowd and separate us."

His fingers curled into fists. "All the men can go their rooms. Victoria go with Nathalie," he growled, and the black-haired girl looked surprised. "Unless, anyone wants to counter Luka's general version of the night?" The two remaining men shook their heads, no. "Then, Victoria, you are the only one who gave Marinette a drink, so you can explain to Nathalie why we should believe you didn't drug a fellow co-worker," he bit out slowly. "I'm turning in, too, Nathalie," he muttered between his clenched teeth.

"Of course, Adrien."

When he reached his bed, he flopped on it, trying to relinquish the anger, and he grabbed a pillow, pressing it against his face, snarling loudly. "I'm such an idiot!"

"I knew that already, but why don't you fill me in?"

Adrien growled against the plush material.

"Hm, let me translate." The kwami started to laugh. "You didn't think before acting and…or speaking?"

He tossed the pillow, flinging an arm over his forehead, his livid nature still coursing beneath the surface. "Marinette told me she let Luka…" he started growling low in his throat before he could finish, the sound getting undeniably loud.

"Calm, kitten. Had sex?"

"NO!" He sat up sharply, glowering at the cat being, and Plagg actually shifted back a little. "They just…he just….did things, okay?"

Destruction nodded a little. "Okay, kid. So, then what?"

"I told her she throws herself at every guy, and she yelled at me about how she hadn't really wanted Luka…she had wanted…" he trailed off.

"You, Adrien. She wants you. Haven't we been over hindsight?"

"Yeah, well, she's pissed now, shoved me out. I tried to apologize she said it was too late because she was just a whore who throws herself at men," he sighed.

Plagg snorted, erupting with laughter. "You called Ladybug a whore?" More delirious cackling, and Adrien threw the pillow, snarling viciously. He caught the kwami by surprise, and he went flying. Adrien was shocked, he didn't actually expect to hit the ancient. Plagg was always ready.

"Hey!"

"I'm so sorry, Plagg!" His eyes widened as he got up from the bed. "Are you alright!?"

He moved around the bed, and the pillow hit his face, knocking him clear off his feet, and Plagg was snorting, chortling uncontrollably. "Better than you! I didn't call my love a floozy!"

Adrien groaned, rubbing his jaw. Damn. Who knew Plagg had that much physical power in his tiny body? "I don't know what to do…"

"Go check on her."

"She's pissed at me," he groaned.

"Not you, Chat." Plagg made an exasperated sound.

"Wouldn't it be suspicious if I show up as Chat to check on her when she's upset?"

Plagg groaned, shaking his oversized head. "Wouldn't it be suspicious not to visit her after spending several hours that same morning rutting? Or, do you want to be that guy and 'not call'?" The kwami quirked his brows.

"Oh, right. You're a genius!"

"Can I get that in writing?"

"No time, Plagg-"

"Wait, I just want one slice of—!"

"Claws out!"

***20 minutes later***

Chat dropped onto her balcony with stealth precision. He'd sat above her balcony for a little while, listening to the shower run. He wanted to give her a bit of privacy right now. After all, he'd upset her…she'd been assaulted…someone drugged her without consent…she deserved some privacy. He waited a few extra minutes after the water stopped before descending.

The light from the bathroom filtered into the main part of the room, but it was still mostly dark, and she padded out in just a towel. His inner animal growled with pleasure, and his claws dug into the hard surface beneath him, heat exploding through his body, hardening his cock at the thought of fucking her again.

No. He was here to comfort her. No fucking involved. His ears drooped a little, but she gasped, garnering his attention.

"Chat?"

"Evening, Puurrincess," he purred softly, despite the anger and guilt boiling inside, pushing through the open balcony door. He could see, even in the dark, that her eyes were a little red from crying, and the bruise around her eye was growing. His jaw clenched. "What happened to your face, Mari?"

Her face went emotionless, and it made his heart stop in his chest. Never, had he seen that blank look on her face before. "Nothing, I'm fine," she offered easily.

"It's not nothing," he murmured, reaching up to let his fingers trail the air around the injured areas. "Someone hit you?"

She gripped his hand suddenly, an unnatural strength beneath her slender fingers, staring up into his eyes. "I'm okay," she whispered softly, and she licked her lips, biting the bottom one slowly.

Oh, shit. Her mouth pressed against his, and he moaned, claws automatically gathering her hips against him as they ground in almost perfect rhythm. Her groans of mounting ecstasy made it hard to think as her nails bit against the shoulders of his armor, and she was keening desperately.

He could taste the alcohol on her breath, which gave him some resolve, albeit, not much, and he managed to push her back at arm's length, gasping, sputtering. "Marinette," he whispered thickly around his obvious arousal. "I w-want to know what's wrong. What are you doing?"

Her eyes darkened, lids fluttering half closed, and she bit her lip again, making his body quiver with need in a way he couldn't ever comprehend. "Throwing myself at you. Don't like it kitty?"

Her words stung and enticed, and God, was he fucking torn. "M-Marinette," he breathed. "I c-can taste the liquor on your tongue," he tried reasonably. He wouldn't have knowledge of the drugs. He was there to make her feel better…to talk to her…but he was slowly drowning. He was a slave to her, but he was trying…he just wasn't strong against her…

She giggled softly. "Okay?" Her reply was flippant as her orbs raked down his body with heated intent before flicking up to his face. "I think we've made it very clear, what I'm willing to do with you sober, so why does drunk matter?"

Uh…

She saw his hesitation, and as a determined 'warrior,' took full advantage. The bluenette shoved her elbows into the bends of his arms, forcing him to release her, and she tore her towel off, surging forward. She pressed her nude form into him, and the heat radiating from her body alone made his eyes roll, a growl trickling free.

Her arms looped his shoulders, and she hopped, using the strength he knew she secretly possessed, to latch onto his body with her legs. She slid her sopping core up against his hardness, and he cried out with pleasure. Chat skimmed his palms up her back and fell onto the edge of the bed, holding her. Marinette rocked firmly against him, and he hissed, tossing his head back in ecstasy.

"Kitty's mouth says no," she moaned thickly, licking the length of his cheek from jaw to temple before rocking again, making them both pant and moan. "Mm, but his body says yes. Which is it, Chat?"

Uh….

His claws dug into her hips as she thrust again, and his control was rapidly dissipating. He should not sleep with her in this state. It was despicable, immoral, wrong…

Her teeth bit his ear, sharp, unyielding, and he snarled a little. "Fuck me now Chat," she commanded, her voice low, dark, and sensual. "I want you so bad."

His stomach was a tightly knotted ball of yarn that came unraveled, his hips shoving back against her as she rocked, and Mari cried out before it tapered into excited squeals and giggles. God, yes, this…this is what he wanted. He was awful, and he knew it, but…he couldn't resist her. His lust, his animal, roaring for more.

He flipped them around so he could be on top, rubbing against her soaking slit over and over, listening, watching the way her body writhed and face contorted with the pleasure.

"Mm, Ch-Chat!" Marinette squealed, moaning her appreciation, "M-More! Touch me everywhere!"

"F-Fuckin' hell," he rumbled, shoving down her body, his tongue tasting her skin as it played through the valley of her ample breasts. His hands drifted along her knees, up her inner thighs, squeezing. He thrust his hips forcefully, again, and her back left the bed, allowing his mouth delightful access to those beautiful breasts.

His lust possessed him, teeth tearing gently into the soft tissue from the inner swell and she shrieked her approval, nails raking along his hair enough to sting, and he was losing his mind along the currents of her blissful body and euphoric sounds. Not to mention his own intensifying ache.

He moved his mouth in a trail of hot want and aching desire down her body until he'd oozed gracefully off the bed onto his knees, pulling her aggressively towards the edge. Her squeals and shrieks of delight made him groan in nigh pain, and he shoved her knees apart.

"Mine," he growled angrily, throatily, possessively. Tongue lashing out to draw across her dripping folds, and she cried out gleefully.

"Oh, G-God, yes!" Her legs endeavored to wrap around his head, but he caught them, forcing her knees to the bed, pinning them. Tasting her sweet juices bursting along his tongue teased and intoxicated Chat's senses, and he moaned.

"So delicious," he whispered.

"Marinette?"

Some of the heat drained from his body and was replaced immediately by ice with the sound of Luka's voice at the door. The girl on the bed froze too, and she looked, panicked in the direction of the man's calling.

"L-Luka?" Her voice was weak, and Chat let a smirk slowly dominate his face.

"A-Are you okay, Mari? You sound winded."

Chat licked her again, surprising her, and she squeaked, groaning loudly. Her fingers tried to push his head back, but he ducked in lower.

"J-Just tired," she called desperately, panting. "Y-you should go to sleep L-Luka."

Chat sucked her delicious clit into his mouth, rolling it slowly, and she moaned loudly, gripping his skull instead to press him harder, greedily against her, so tightly he couldn't really breathe, but he was more than happy to oblige.

"Uh—" Luka's voice dropped to a loud whisper. "Are you masturbating Marinette?"

Chat grinned, torturing her sensitive nub in his mouth, slow, drawn out suckles, until his tongue would dart out, flicking over it with deliberate pressure. God, her trembling thighs were heavenly, and his hips bucked a little in reflex.

Her ensuing moans and gasps were confirmation enough for the musician, and the bluenette seemed to lose her ability to talk in a functional way, instead settling for 'f-fuck' and 'oh, G-God' instead of answering him.

"It would probably be so much better with a partner," he groaned through the door, and anger welled up in Chat's chest. "Want a hand? Or a mouth?"

The growl pulled free without him meaning to, and the vibrations directly against her sensitive core must have sent her over the edge, because her spine curved, her body leaving the bed. Her fingers scrambled desperately at his scalp and she screamed his name…

" YES! F-FUCK CHA-ADRIEN!"

That sent him almost completely over the edge.

"Agreste?" Luka sounded angry now, and Chat's chest puffed out as he smirked. Yeah, right here, asshole.

He released her sensitive nub, growling under his breath. "Might want to tell him you're alone, Princess."

She looked absolutely panicked at his words as she came down from her pleasure high, and he would have barked out with laughter, but he didn't want to give away his presence. He offered her a less dark and sensual grin, going with one of the large goofy ones.

Her responding smile made his heart ache. "A-Adrien isn't here Luka, I j-just…was…"

"Fantasizing?" His voice sounded tight, hurt, even, and Chat felt smug.

Her face flushed even brighter beneath her exertion, and the feline smirked, crawling with languid motion over her, and fuck, the way her eyes darkened and the smell of her intensifying arousal as she watched his teasing just made matters worse.

"Y-Yes," she called as Chat placed a palm on either side of her head, licking the salt along her jaw from her sweat.

"We can do more than fantasize together, Marinette," he tried through the door, and Chat felt his eyes narrow. He felt his possessive side overtaking his rational thought…or what was left of the tatters of it in any event.

"Mine," he started to growl, pulling one of her legs up around his hip, rubbing against her so she gasped. He put his lips to her ear, grunting. "You're mine," he whispered darkly. "Not Luka's."

She nodded vigorously, almost as if she were afraid to open her mouth, unable to trust her voice, but when she did, it squeaked a little under the guise of her whisper. "Y-yours, Chat."

"Good, girl," he commended. "Tell him to fuck off." His hands squeezed her sides, and her body quivered beneath him. His voice got as low as it could possibly go as he uttered the next words into her ear. "You're mine, and I don't share." She cried out softly, and her scent dominated his nose, coating his tongue. He could taste her fresh wave of arousal in the air, and he smirked. "It seems Princess likes to be possessed, oui?" He lifted his head to stare down into her eyes.

"Marinette?"

Her bluebell orbs were wide, but they were full of excitement, sparkling with heat, and it was then….Chat noticed…her pupils weren't as large as they had been when he'd looked at her downstairs. Had…she not been…under any abnormal affects this whole time? Was this…just Marinette…wanting him?

She licked her lips, nodding at his question, biting her lip, and he promptly squeezed her jaw to make her stop, jerking his head towards the door. If she kept it up, he'd fuck her well before she answered Luka.

"O-OH! I-I-I…I'm going to bed Luka, please…just..leave me alone."

His ears swiveled towards the door, listening even as his intense eyes studied her gorgeous face, hating the ugly bruises blossoming on her porcelain skin. It didn't make her less beautiful, it was just a reminder that someone had touched what was his. Hurt what was his. That would need to be rectified.

He heard Luka's footsteps, albeit, slow, retreating. He'd managed to recover enough sanity to open his mouth and reassert some semblance of control. "Why were you crying?"

She blinked, frowning. She tried to rock her hips to distract him, but his hands were already on her hips to control her, and the slow knowing smirk danced over his face. He had control now. "Tsk, tsk," he chided. "I asked Princess a question and she tries to distract me. Maybe we'll come up with a…" his eyes glinted darkly, "fun punishment system."

Her mouth fell open, eyes widening, and he chuckled. "I got into a fight with Adrien!"

His laughter died, mouth forming a hard line. "Over what?"

"He…he…just, made me feel like a…" she swallowed audibly, and his heart contracted a little, killing some of his resolve.

Just say it…please…

"He made me feel easy."

Chat growled, he wasn't sure why, he couldn't help it. "He's an idiot," he whispered as he looked away.

She gave a sharp shake of her head. "No! I mean, yes, he is...but Adrien is kind, and sweet, and…" She blushed, shrugging.

"He's the boy you like? You mentioned him the night you were drunk and I brought you here. You said it was his fault, and mine that you're always so worked up." A smile graced his lips.

She squeaked, eyes widening again, but she took a deep breath and nodded. "Y-yes," she admitted. "I've been in love…or…infatuated with him for as long as I've known him."

Chat clenched his jaw. "Is that why you chose to scream his name instead of mine, Princess?"

"Oh! I just…thought…screaming any name but yours would be…less suspicious…and…" she blushed furiously, nodding. "His was the first that came to mind."

Reasonable. Why are you jealous of yourself, now? His claws skimmed up her flesh, palms covering her ample breasts. "Mmm, would you bed Agreste if he wanted to seduce you?" Chat stared at her through heat laden emerald cat eyes.

She swallowed looking away. "I-I-I…"

He chuckled. "Okay, fine, we'll make a rule then, as much as I loathe it," he hissed, garnering her attention. "I don't share, Mari, I mean it, but…he is your lifetime crush, as…Ladybug…has been mine," he added hesitantly because he knew she was right under him. "IF, Agreste shows an interest, and you feel the same way, I will respect it."

"Ch-chat….I want you," she whispered, frowning, and he nodded.

"I know, Princess. If you decide…you want both of us…I'm…willing…to…share…with him…but only…him…" he bit out slowly, angry. Why are you so jealous of yourself?

"Chat," she breathed, and this time he shook his head.

"If he's as sweet as you say, perhaps things were misunderstood tonight, but you should probably talk to him about that. However, if you stay angry at him forever, that works to my advantage better," he teased. "More of Mari to myself."

She blushed and he smirked, rocking against her now that he'd said most of his peace. It wasn't nearly as elegant as he'd planned in his head. Nor, had he planned to encourage the bluenette to share him with his other half.

She moaned, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I th-thought you would have had enough of me after all those hours this morning," she admitted.

His eyes darkened. "You're going to be one fuckin' sore Princess learning just how much of you I can endure without becoming lulled." She moaned, but he pulled free, flipping her to her hands and knees. "Time to go over the rules," he whispered darkly, delighting in her moan as she shivered. "My Mari."

AUTHOR NOTE:

I'm sorry I missed replying to reviews last chapter, could have sworn I did…but they didn't show up, but I did read and ENJOY all of them!

SiruisBlack1, Yes, serious prick moment, but…when we're angry/jealous/hurt, we lash out in the dumbest ways. Adrien isn't perfect…but yeah…still a prick thing to say. Asshole.

Emjrabbitwolf, I think we've got it all covered! Don't you fret! They'll get to the bottom of things! YES! Defensive Chloe rocks my world, I have no idea why, but she's turning into one of my favorite characters to do here…despite her semi-small part (probably getting a bigger part) All valid points…but no sex…? I think…that went out the window :S LMAO