Chapter Twenty-One: Death Wish

The chain had returned, and so had the lingerie. Great. Marinette eyed the heavy links, licking her lips anxiously as Jacques passed it over to her.

"The shoot with you and Chloe using the Chain sold almost as many as the advert we did for a perfume with Adrien a few years back," he commented, and she snorted. She remembered that campaign. She'd spent one whole day helping him escape deranged fan mobs.

"S-so, you want me to do this with Chloe again?"

The photographer shook his head. "We want you to do a shot with every model, and we also want you and Chloe to do a shot with every model, per Mr. Agreste's request. He wants to get them more exposure, and you seem to be the top trending model next to his son."

"O-Oh," she breathed, eyes widening. Something inside her felt like this might have been some elaborate test. After all, they had just signed their paperwork saying they could be professional, and now…she had to do sexy lingerie shots with all the models. Adrien was going to be ….thrilled. He hadn't even seen her yet…because he was already on set.

Her eyes gravitated towards the blonde, but he was in the middle of his own shoot. They'd done the best they could with the marks on his back, but decided some of them would need to be airbrushed out later. She blushed. Make-up did wonders though, because they'd been using it on her face since her incident on the club, and you couldn't even tell when you looked at her shots, and looking at Adrien's back now, she barely saw most of the cuts.

"Let me guess, Adrien gets a shot with every model too?"

"Oui, is mademoiselle psychic?"

She offered a tight smile. "After a fashion." Then she snorted at her own lame joke, wrapping the chain around her arm slowly. "Bring on lucky victim number one," she said throatily, feeling the confidence pool in her gut.

It didn't take much anymore, because she was happy. She had Adrien. He found her desirable, and wanted every inch of her…and apparently, so did a lot of people. So, she was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, but she was also, still, a little unchained. Her eyes fluttered, and she bit her lip, delighting in the way Jacques body quivered.

"Monsieur," he beckoned, and she saw a model she didn't recognize. He was one of the experienced ones, she was sure. It made her heart ramp up the tiniest fraction, but she took a deep breath. He was wearing what equated to a male thong, and it was sapphire colored. None of his business was secret. At least Adrien had been given boxers.

"You are quite stunning up close," the man said, grabbing her hand and kissing her knuckles.

"Thank you," she replied easily, staring up into his sincere blue eyes. His hair was blonde like Adrien's, but not as vibrant. "I'm Marinette."

"Gustave, do not worry, I'm professional, though, I admit, I'm a bit jealous you stole my beautiful Adrien," he winked, and she blushed, feeling the giggle escape her lips,

"Someone had to do it," she teased lightly.

"Oui," he grinned. "At least it was a jewel worth his affections. You stun, Marinette!" She wasn't sure if he was staring because she was in a very revealing pink thong and matching strapless lace bralette, but she blushed brightly. They had to use make-up on her ass to hide the bite bruise and mark. "Oh, and humble too, God, my Adrien is lucky!"

"Hush, you," she giggled, automatically liking the guy.

He reached out and touched the chain on her arm, sounding a little breathless. "Please, mademoiselle, will you do me the honor and chain-me-up?" His voice was a little breathless, and he sounded very excited, but that just made the bluenette grin broader, letting the links snake free with ease.

"On your knees," she demanded, lifting her chin.

The man quivered, licking his lips and he turned to face the camera. "Yes, m-mistress," he winked, and she fought the urge to blush and stutter.

"Good boy," she teased, and carefully held the chain near his throat. "Will this be okay? I promise I won't loop it tight?" He nodded, and she smiled, wrapping the links carefully around his neck, loose enough that it actually hung close to his collarbone.

Marinette let the metal trail down his chest, circling it around his middle once before placing a bare foot against his shoulder, surprising him. "Trust me," she smirked. Then she wrapped the links around her own thigh before letting a length of it hang down for the camera to see, looping some back around her forearm.

He stayed on his knees, and she kept one foot propped on his shoulder. "Mm, Chain-me-up is very good at improvising," he whispered.

"I try," she grinned. She took one of his hands and put it behind her braced knee, the one on the floor, and gestured that he put the other on her foot on his shoulder. "Now press your face against my knee there, the one by your face," she whispered.

When he did, she pulled the chain wrapped arm a little higher and curved her back a bit, biting her lip, listening to the camera shuttering.

"If I was into women, and mademoiselle wasn't taken, I would want to fuck you right now," he whispered gently against her skin, and she blushed, swallowing hard, trying to keep her face still. "You're very good. I envy Adrien a little."

"W-wow! Thank you Gustave!" Jacques boomed, and they both relaxed. This time, the model placed a chaste kiss on her knee before she slid her foot from his shoulder.

"An honor, Marinette," he said firmly, pulling the links free from his body, gripping her fingers to kiss her knuckles again. "I hope I get the pleasure of working with you again." He smiled, and she nodded.

"With you as well, Gustave," she said softly and meant it. He seemed nice.

A female model approached nervously, and she raised her brows. "You okay?"

"You're…you're Chain-me-up!" Her voice squeaked, and Marinette looked around anxiously.

"Mari is fine?"

The girl fanned herself, and she cringed. "I c-couldn't possibly!" The young violet-haired beauty eyed the chain through golden orbs, licking her lips. "D-do…do you have to…wrap me up with that? I…I have phobias," she whispered hoarsely, and Marinette saw the sweat break out on her forehead.

"Of course not," she said easily, holding the chain out without hesitation. "Chain-me-up goes both ways," she winked. "I like a little action, too," she said thickly. The girl squealed, and Marinette cringed a little, but she looked unsure of how to wield the simple item. "Here, I'll wrap myself up, and you just, do what I tell you, okay?" The girl nodded enthusiastically. Marinette did a simple X formation around her torso, and threaded the tail up to the woman as she got on her knees. "Hold this, and maybe wrap it around your arm."

"O-Okay."

The bluenette gripped her chains, as if straining against them, and tipped her head back against the girl's bare belly. "Actually, grab a portion, and hold it out just in front of my neck like you're about to pull it across, but don't," she said firmly.

"Oh, o-okay," she whispered and held a straight portion in front of Mari's neck as she leaned back against the woman's legs.

"Perfect, now look towards me, but eye the camera, and give it your best sex face," she teased, and Mari tilted her face up, but slid her gaze towards the camera, offering the same look. It took more tries than with Gustave, but Jacques was happy after about twenty minutes.

The woman tittered, thanking her multiple times before running away in a daze. "Okay…" she breathed, raising her brows.

"I believe it's called a fangirl," Adrien breathed from behind her.

"Whoa!" She clutched her chest. "You s-scared the crap outta me!" She gave his shoulder a shot, and he grinned. She stared at his mouth, and licked his lips, and his entire body stiffened.

"Not now," he whispered hoarsely, pained. "Kissing is unprofessional, and you're still technically shooting."

She chewed on her lower lip, and he groaned, loudly. "F-Fuck, stop that," he commanded, and her eyes widened, forcing herself to stop.

"S-sorry!"

"Break is in t-twenty minutes," he hissed, carving a path down her body with his eyes. "Do I get the pleasure of your company?"

"G-God, yes," she breathed. She'd been calm during her shoot, but now that he was here…staring at her like that…so close….so tempting. "You hear a-about our wonderful shoot today?"

His face hardened. "Yeah, I'm with Lila next."

"O-Oh," she frowned, a pang of jealousy rearing up in her chest. "Figures," she muttered a little too bitterly, and he smiled.

"She has nothing on you, and you have nothing to worry about. I've never been interested in her, not for a moment," he promised.

"Off set, Adrien," Gustave called.

"I've got a few minutes before Lila is ready," he breathed, moving away. "I'll keep you company,"

Her smile was bright, and his echoed her sentiment, until it didn't. She frowned, watching his eyes, and followed them to…Luka. Great. Perfect. It was Luka's turn.

"I think we should chain Mari up again, what do you think Jacques?" Luka's voice called confidently before he even fully reached her, and she stiffened, but Jacques, unaware of her immediate discomfort, laughed.

"Good, idea! The men like seeing her in the chains," he admitted. "Follow Luka's lead, Marinette."

She saw the line of Adrien's body tense, and if they had been alone, he'd have beaten Luka to a pulp, but he was trying his best to refrain for the sake of 'professionalism'. As it was, Luka was pushing his luck, and the former musician knew it. She wasn't sure what had gotten into him, but he was clearly feeling bold.

His strong hands pulled the chain from her without hesitation, and kicked her feet apart with an unnatural strength. Of course, Mari knew where he got it from…but it made her gasp out loud all the same in surprise.

Her foot slid several inches under his 'blow', and his hand slid between her thighs, caressing her skin briefly, dangerously close to her core, before the links were snaking around her left thigh, and Marinette tried to keep her eyes on anything but Adrien. Now, she just felt like she was betraying him right in front of him.

The chain was spiraling up her waist and torso, and a loop went around her neck, surprising her before he put leverage into the back of her knee, bringing them both down to a kneel, him pressed very firmly into her backside.

She let out another gasp as his hardness ground against her ass, and she reached to touch the chain at her throat, but Luka snatched one of her arms, and twisted it, gently, but firmly, up behind her back, wrapping more links between her wrist and his to pin it there before his face pressed to the side of hers, his free hand going to her hip.

"Best sex face Mari," he groaned, pushing a little harder into her ass, and she swallowed, trying to tug on her trapped arm, but he had the leverage, and her other fingers tugged gently at the loop that was caressing at her neck. She didn't look at Adrien. She couldn't.

By all means, this was a perfectly ideal photo shot, and she'd done similar things with others, but she couldn't get her face to cooperate. She couldn't tell Jacques she was uncomfortable with Luka without opening up a whole thing about her and Adrien's relationship.

"Why so tense Marinette?" Jacques frowned. "Where did my sex Goddess go?"

"Need help?" Luka whispered, pushing against her again. "Why not look at your lover," he groaned, his voice pleased. "Tell me, Mari, does it feel good when you let him fuck you? When he slides his cock inside of you, and fills you up, making you scream with pleasure?"

His voice had gotten so low it was barely audible, but his mouth was panting right against her ear, and she quivered at the images he was putting in her head. Her lips parted, and her eyes fluttered. "D-Damn you L-Luka," she cursed him softly, and his chuckle was dark. She felt the desire fill her core, and he groaned against her ear again.

"Yeah, maybe, but right now you're mine," he teased, pushing harder against her, enough to make her groan, as he pushed into her bite wound, and, unfortunately, incited a bit of pleasure, breaking the flood of memory of Chat and Adrien reciting the same mantra…especially since Chat had just used her backside to pleasure himself. "Does it feel good, Mari?" He questioned again, and she swallowed, gasping once more, listening to the camera shutter in the distant part of her brain as heat filled her body.

"Fantastic!" Jacques boomed, completely unaware of the situation, and she tugged harshly at the chain on her throat.

Luka chuckled, not moving an inch, but she was panicking. Someone's hands were pulling on her, and she almost yelped in fear, but the vibrating growl made her muscles ease, and the chain was loosening on her body.

"Hello, Adrien. What did you think of our shots together?" Luka grinned, broad, raising his brows when she looked his way.

"I think, Luka, you have a death wish, and I'm going to be the one to fill it. You took advantage," he snarled.

Luka raised his palms in surrender, shrugging. "I was just doing my job. Can you two not separate professional from personal?" His smirk slithered over his face slowly, like a snake sliding in the grass.

Adrien tensed, and she felt his heart quicken with his anger. "A-Adrien," she whispered. He didn't move. "A-Adrien!"

"Break time!"

She looked at Luka, and narrowed her eyes before she let her own smirk take over. He looked surprised. "The answer to your question, Luka is…yes…it feels fuckin' amazing," she spat, her mind going into a blind panic. They were on break. They were on break.

She crashed her lips to Adrien's, and grabbed his hands, leading them down to her almost completely bare ass thanks to the thong, squeezing. He took over automatically, and the pain was immediate, making her groan loudly as the bite seared, and he pulled her harshly into his body, devouring her.

"A-Adrien," she moaned, and he snarled, pulling her up around his waist so she latched her legs around him.

"Fuckin' mine," he growled, layering kisses down her neck over the swell of her breasts so she could see over his head, looking directly at Luka.

She bit her lip slowly, staring into his blue eyes, and buried her fingers into Adrien's hair. "C'mon, I need you right now…please, fuck me," she begged softly, never breaking contact with Luka. The anger that swirled in his depths almost made her falter, but Adrien reappeared in her vision, and she smiled, shivering under the heat of his gaze.

***POV Change***

Lila couldn't keep her hands to herself. Adrien had expected as much, but he was trying his best to contain his irritation and the many eye rolls threatening to make the brilliant orbs fall out of his sockets from the repeated motion.

"C'mon, Adrien," the Italian photographer begged. "You were doing well before break, what happened?"

Some asshole dry humped my mate and got away with it. Now, I have fuckin' Lila trying to fondle me.

He'd been more than happy to have Mari in his dressing room, but the thought of Luka taking advantage of her still lingered. He had heard what he whispered to her to get her going too. He'd used Adrien to fuel her desire to get himself and her off, and that pissed him off even more because the musician knew she didn't really want him, but she sure as hell wanted Adrien, so he'd used that to his advantage, then made her wet to his fucking cock on her ass.

"Sorry, just need a second," is what he finally said out loud, pushing her eager hands off his ass, rubbing his own jaw. Luka needed to be taught a lesson. He wasn't going to let it slide.

He took a deep steadying breath, and pulled Lila into his side abruptly. She tittered, and he smiled, thinking of all the unpleasant things he'd do to Luka. Lila was wearing nothing but a purple thong and a bra, and he could feel her eagerness when he slid his knee between her thighs, but his dark smile wasn't for her, as much as she assumed it was.

She gasped, and her arms looped his neck, but he growled, holding her back with one hand and moving her fingers, one set to his scalp, the other to his shoulder, and he made her curve her back so she was in an exaggerated dip, his knee pushed between her thighs, and she was quivering in his arms with pleasure.

If it were Mari, he'd be in pieces, but Lila had no effect on him, and he simply lowered his mouth near the swell of her breast, listening to the erratic beat of her heart as his breath burst across her soft skin. His mouth lingered, almost touching, and he felt her nails curling against his flesh to close the gap, but he refused.

"Much better Adrien, I mean you make it seem like it's a chore to be with a gorgeous woman," the photograph groaned, and he resisted the urge to growl. "Very sexy, you're done!"

He released her so fast she almost fell, and he had to grip her wrist to keep her from toppling. She was panting, and he raised his brows.

"Let's have a drink later," she suggested throatily, leaning forward so her cleavage was practically falling out of her bra, and he cringed. He would have been more turned on by Chloe. Or even Alya.

"I'm dating Marinette, Lila, I thought you'd heard," he said innocently, moving back. "Thanks though."

"I thought….that was a joke." He stopped dead, brows pulling together. "It has to be a joke," she said firmly.

"Excuse me? Why would it be a joke? Marinette is amazing." Her jaw worked feverishly, and her mouth opened and closed several times before she whirled, stomping away, leaving him confused.

He blinked, but a voice pulled his attention. "How do you expect to keep being able to do your topless shots if you allow your back to come to such a state?"

Adrien groaned. "I wasn't thinking, father, I'm sorry. I got carried away."

He turned to look at the man as he neared, his perfect suit pristine, as always, blue eyes gleaming form behind his glasses. "I'd say, by the looks of it, unless you've taken on more than one lover, it is Mari who got carried away," he said in a low tone, and Adrien froze. "That's not quite acceptable is it?"

He clenched his jaw. "I'll be more careful."

His father's mouth set into a hard line. "I hope you're being far more careful in other aspects regarding your physical relationship, Adrien."

His brows pulled together before they shot up. "I don't really think that's much of your business."

"Hm," he scoffed, touching his son's back, prodding as if he weren't a living thing. "Where is the sexy Marinette?"

His face contorted. He really didn't enjoy the way his father spoke of his mate lately, but he bit his tongue. "I'm not sure," he admitted. "I was busy working." He'd last seen her chatting it up with Chloe.

His father nodded, as if he approved of his son's lack of knowledge. "I'll find her myself, I need to tell her dinner plans have been altered, and see to it that she wears something appropriate."

Adrien's eyes widened. "I thought we were dining in at the mansion?"

"No, Nathalie made reservations at VUN Andrea Aprea, we thought the atmosphere would be nice."

His fingers clenched. "Okay. What time do we need to be ready?"

"Reservations are at seven."

Great. Shoot ended at five, 'home' by five-thirty, the trip would be another half hour, and father would expect them at least twenty minutes early. That barely left an hour to get ready and leave…so no time to rough Luka up in that amount of time without arousing Mari's suspicion. He'd have to do it later tonight…Shit…they had to go to Paris too. He mentally banged his head on the wall. Okay, he could put off Luka…maybe until tomorrow….but the man would get what he deserved. Adrien's smile was dark.

"Very well, father, we'll be there," he said dryly as he watched him retreat, searching for the bluenette.

AUTHOR NOTES REVIEWS:

Rebecca Monahan1, I apologize profusely for missing you review, but I had read it. I'm very glad that you are anticipating the post of each chapter, and I do, adamantly, religiously work on ALL of my stories each day, some are easier to complete a chapter (like this one) each day than others, but I am constantly working on them. This one gets a chapter a day, at the least. I shall definitely keep it cumming. (pun intended)

Nymphadora, I'm glad you're not disappointed. We will find out who hurt Chloe, I promise.

Trying414, I'm glad you enjoyed it and that I could encompass more of the sweet aspects of the relationship.

NazaKaos, yeah, Luka has taken a downhill turn I think. I didn't mean to write him that way from the beginning, but this is where I've come and I'm going with it. Lila…is…pissed…

Sweetestofpeas, hard not to be distracted by the smut, if I do say so myself, but no…not on fire yet…maybe I'll set her hair on fire in the oncoming chapters…it would be amusing…Chloe IS rocking it, and she deserves some happiness.

Emjrabbitwolf, A lot jealous of Adrien, and sometimes guys are crass just to be crass in my opinion whether it's called for or not. I've witnessed it. Luka certainly wasn't happy with those marks, but I'm surprised he kept his mouth shut. Oh, we will find out who hurt Chloe, and I'm sure they will suffer some pure agony. I'm hoping Chloe can find happiness too, I feel she deserves it ((((SEASON THREE SPOILER****I saw the episode Ladybug recently, Season 3 episode 19 and it only solidifies my thought process on this…because the school gets swarmed with Akuma's…and she is literally in front of Sabrina…protecting her with her body from the Akumas…damn Chloe…you've grown..END SPOILER****)))) Also, yeah, I've taken Luka way OOC by this point, as I actually do love him on the show and think he's sweet and kind and loving just like Adrien, but, you know, someone has to be the asshole who challenges Adrien, and well, Luka just happens to be it here…and in Threads…and he's not 16/17 anymore…and he feels like he's losing his chance anyway so *shrugs* I'm going with it. I hadn't actually planned to write Luka like THIS *points up* but, we're going with it.