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Aventure Amoureuse	By : Baron Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 5012 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction for adults. Miraculous Ladybug and its characters are not mine, and are the property of ZAG-inc. I make no profit from this and all characters are 18+.

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You begin to walk toward the elevator leading down to the lobby of the hotel. "Hey, where are you going?" Chat Noir asks you. "Um... the lobby. We're going to the club, right?" you reply a bit confused. He perches on the balcony railing like a frog and points his thumb towards the city beyond. "Shortcut." he says waving you over to him. You can't help but chuckle to yourself a bit as you walk out onto the balcony. "Hold onto me, I don't want you to fall." he says as you carefully wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't enjoy this." you inform him with a flirtatious smile. "I know. Come on, I want to get there before we miss anything cool." Chat says wrapping his tail around your waist and tying it in a crude knot before diving from the top floor of the hotel. He allows himself to freefall until you start to make out the cars below and see the drivers moving around through the windshields. Chat Noir extends his staff against the ground launching the pair of you over a building as he runs across the rooftops occasionally bouncing over an air conditioner or other rooftop obstacle. He stops in one of the seedier areas of Paris and you glance down at the streets below. You could clearly see prostitutes, junkies, and various bums and other riff raff in the alleys. "The freaks come out at night, huh?" you joke with the young hero. "Exactly, here we are." he says grinning at you slyly. "Where exactly is here?" you ask him curiously. "There. Le Cabaret de L 'Enfer." he says pointing at a hellish-looking nightclub blaring loud music on the street below. "You know my French isn't very good, Chatton. I have no idea what you're talking about." you say as you see red lights flash in the windows and the crowd inside cheer. "Sorry about that." Chat says before translating. "In your language, it translates to: The Hell Cabaret." he explains to you. "The Hell Cabaret? It does look like something out of a Clive Barker film." you tell him as you examine the building from the rooftop. There were bars over the windows, you could see various brightly colored lights strobing inside the club. The building was adorned with statues of demons torturing souls and playing various instruments. You saw a large bald bouncer standing in front of the door that looked like a colossal demon head. Apparently, the demon's mouth was the front enterance. The bouncer looked burly and unpleasant and stood in front of a long line holding a clipboard.
"What the hell is this place, Chaton?" you ask him as he giggles at your unintentional pun. "It's a hell-themed nightclub. It was originally built in the mid 1800s before closing down. The building was repurposed and was a travel agency, a bank, and I think even a grocery store over the years, but Jagged Stone recently bought the place after his last European tour and hired a crew to restore the building to it's original purpose." he explains to you as you listen intently to your handsome tour guide. "Jagged Stone?" you ask. "You're not familiar with France's rock music scene are you? Jagged Stone is very popular in Paris. He's my favorite singer." Chat explains. "I was always kind of partial to the Ozzman myself." you reply looking at the nightclub curiously. "You ready?" Chat asks offering his hand. "Whenever you are, handsome." you politely smile as he wraps his arm around your waist and lowers you both to the streets below on his stick. "I really hope we can get a decent table." Chat says to you as you walk toward the back of the line. You make small talk as the line eventually shortens enough that you can hear the bouncer up ahead. "Hey, cutie. You can go ahead in. Not you. You're not on the list. Next! Yes, go on in ma'am. Hey, pal! This is a classy joint! Get the hell out of here! Sorry, you're not on the list..." you hear him say to various people ahead of you in line. "Fuck, Chat do we have reservations?" you ask him curiously. "Hmm? Only about sex in public or taking my mask off, why?" he answers obviously not understanding your question. "Not THOSE kind of reservations! I meant reservations to get into the club. Did you call ahead?" you ask him with a little more clarity. "Reservations? No, I thought we could just go in. That sucks. I guess we can go eat somewhere else then." he says as he slumps his shoulders and his cat ears droop. "Don't worry, I'm good at thinking quickly on my feet. I'll think of something." you explain as you notice a sign above the door that says: "LIVE NUDE DANCERS" in bright neon letters. "I... have a plan!" you inform Chat Noir with a grin. "I really don't like that look in your eye." Chat replies as you eventually make your way to the bouncer at the front of the line. "I can already tell that you two ain't on the list." the large bouncer snorts at you impatiently. "We're sorry, we'll just be goi-" Chat begins to say before you loudly interrupt him. "Well of course we're not on the list! My client is the new lead dancer in the show! I'm his manager. He's a dead-ringer for Chat Noir, isn't he? I'd offer you my card, but I'm afraid I'm fresh out of business cards after that luncheon with Jagged." you say attempting to fast talk the large man. "What are you doing?!" Chat silently mouths at you as his eyes widen. You could almost hear a pin drop. The bouncer narrows his eyes scanning the two of you. Chat Noir looks extremely worried as the bouncer begins to speak. "You morons are in the wrong line!" he shouts. "Heh. Heh. I'm terribly sorry, we'll just be leaving now..." Chat begins to say as he's interrupted by the bouncer. "Use the employee entrance around the side of the building and stop wasting my time!" he shouts at you. "Yes. We'll do that. Sorry, to bother you sir." you say as you drag Chat Noir into the alley by his wrist as he attempts to keep pace. "W-Why did you tell him... new dancer?!" Chat Noir stammers as you turn down the alley beside the club. "That was good, wasn't it? I can't believe that worked!" you chuckle as you walk towards the employee door.
"What if they want me to dance? I've never danced in front of a crowd of strangers before!" Chat says as you walk together through the alley. "Relax. I only told them that to get us inside. Once we're in, everything will be fine." you attempt to reassure the young cat boy. "Hey! There you are!" a voice says from the side door. "You're late! Hurry up and get changed! You go on in five minutes." a man with slicked-back hair and a tie says as he taps his watch impatiently. Chat Noir manages to let out a frightened squeal as you push him toward the impatient man. "You heard the man! He doesn't have all night!" you say escorting him into the side of the building. "Here, put this on. Jagged requested a costume change." the man says handing Chat Noir a small strip of leather with an elastic band and pushes him toward a dressing room. "Um... I think I'm missing a few parts of my costume!" you hear Chat say from inside the dressing room. "Come on, hurry up!" the man yells at the dressing room door. "I'm sure it's fine. Just hand me your clothes and I'll hold onto them until the show is over." you inform Chat. "I swear I'll get you for this!" Chat growls at you slightly nervous and a little angry. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad. Let me see-" you say as you pull the curtain back and see Chat Noir in a leather codpiece and boots. "I can't go out there like this! It doesn't even fit me right!" Chat says attempting to keep the codpiece over his penis. "Yeah, I think that costume was made for a larger more muscular guy. It seems a bit loose on you." you chuckle and bite you lip stealing the occasional glance at his genitals. "Showtime. Come on, this way!" the man says as he drags Chat out of the dressing room and pushes him through a curtain. "I'm going to need to find a better seat for the show." you think to yourself as you grab Chat Noir's clothes and walk into the club to the bar.
You take a seat at the bar and order a drink as you wait for the show to begin. This place looked a bit rowdy and you wanted to make sure nothing too crazy went down. The lights dim and pyrotechnics go off around the stage as an announcer begins to speak: "Hello, Paris! Are you ready to rock?" as the crowd cheers. "That was bloody pathetic! I said: ARE YOU READY TO ROCK, PARIS?!" as the crowd screams even louder. "Ladies and gentlemen of Le Cabaret de L 'Enfer... please welcome... JAGGED STONE!!!" the crowd erupts into a standing ovation and you can't hear anything over the cheering crowd. The curtain opens and a band plays loud thrash metal over the cheering crowd. You see Chat Noir in a large cage directly above Jagged with two scantily-clad women in cages on the sides of the stage. Chat looks extremely scared and nervous and seems to be having trouble keeping his codpiece on. You notice a string or some type of wire leading from Chat's costume to the back of Jagged Stone's guitar. Chat dances nervously inside of the large cage as Jagged plays several metal songs and a few power ballads. The band eventually begins playing a French language cover of the song Stripped by Rammstein, and you notice that Jagged is becoming more loose and animated. Chat looks extremely nervous as Jagged walks back and forth across the stage and the wire around Chat's costume loses its slack. Chat makes eye contact with you almost pleading with you to stop this, but you can only watch the show like everyone else. During the song, Jagged Stone does a power slide at the high point of the song as you watch the wire tighten and tear the codpiece off of Chat Noir's body as the crowd loudy cheers and multiple cameras flash and the crowd photographs the now nude Chat Noir. You can barely hear him shriek over the roaring crowd and the loud music but clearly see him scramble to cover his exposed penis. "Oi. What's your problem, nature boy? These people paid for a show, let's bloody give them one!" Jagged says looking upward at the humiliated cat boy. Chat Noir nervously complies and grips the bars of the cage and nervously attempts to dance as the crowd cheers and takes more photos. "That's the spirit, mate!" Jagged shouts at Chat as he plays an intense solo. You can't help but stare at Chat Noir's penis as he shakes his hips along with the beat. It's about this time that you notice the crowd is beginning to get pretty bold and attempt to storm the stage. "Oh, fuck." you say as you see Jagged kick one of the fans in the face and hit another with his guitar. "Looks like I gotta go see a man about a cat." you say as you grab Chat Noir's clothes and make your way toward the commotion. "Sorry, people! Show's over! Get off the stage, you wankers!" you hear Jagged shout as you hear him hit someone with his guitar echoing in a loud TWANG.
"Pardon me, people! Management coming through!" you say as you weave through the rowdy crowd of people. "Get me down from here!" you hear Chat scream in terror. "Hang on, I gotta lower the cage!" you shout up at him as you see several bouncers begin to pummel anyone who gets near Jagged Stone. "Excuse me, gentlemen!" you say squeezing past one of the larger bouncers and find a control panel. "Fuck. Pyros, lights, inflatable demon balloon..." you read the panel aloud. "Ah! Here we go. Cage controls!" you press a button and one of the cages buzzes and the floor drops out as the woman on the left plummets into the crowd with a loud scream. "Oops. Wrong button. Sorry ma'am!" you shout as you see the crowd hold her bikini aloft and cheer loudly. "Damn it, how do I lower them?" you ask pressing random buttons. You activate a fog machine and press a few more random buttons. One of them drops out the bottom of Chat's cage into the crowd. He spreads his legs to brace himself against the sides of the cage as he yells for help. You run underneath of the cage and look up. "Chat Noir! Jump! I'll catch you! Nice view, by the way." you say grinning up at him. "You better catch me!" he screams covering himself with one hand and holding onto the bars with the other. "Just jump! We don't have time for this!" you shout as you dodge a flying barstool and a bouncer runs past you scattering a group of people. Chat Noir jumps down and you catch the trembling naked cat boy in your arms and run backstage.
You carry Chat Noir to a safe area backstage and attempt to put him back on his feet. He clutches you tightly trembling with fear and embarrassment. "Are you ok, Chaton?" you ask as he gives you a warm smile and a punch in the face staggering you backwards. "OW! Hey! Hey! Relax!" you plead with him as you rub your jaw. "Relax? RELAX?! I've never been so humiliated in my entire life!!!" he shouts at you angrily. "Look, I managed to get us in here., (Minus the cover charge I might add!) AND you got to be on stage with Jagged Stone during his show! So what if a few hundred people saw your dick and took pictures. No big deal." you shrug casually. "You have a point, but I'm still mad at you. You owe me BIG!" the nude cat boy fumes at you. "I take it I'm not going to suck my way out of this one, am I?" you ask as he glares at you. "Ok, ok. Let me make it up to you. It's still early. Let's get a table. I'll buy you a nice dinner and a few drinks. How does that sound?" you ask in an attempt to extend the angry hero an olive branch. "It's a start." he huffs snatching his clothes from under your arm and heading toward the changing room. You stand guard outside the door as he gets dressed and comes back out looking a little less angry and embarrassed.
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