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Dangerous Games	By : Cat_Eyes Category: +M through R > Miraculous LadyBug Views: 11603 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Miraculous Ladybug. Miraculous Ladybug is the intellectual property of Thomas Astruc and released by Zag studios. No profit was made writing this story.

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Adrien was slow to rise on Saturday morning, stretching lazily and yawning wide. Absently, his hand drifted down to stroke his cock. It was stiff and aching after a lurid dream featuring Marinette, and he figured it was because she had turned him away the night before that his libido was acting up now.
As much as he would have liked to make love with her as himself, he also felt a rush of giddy delight that she had chosen to remain faithful to Chat Noir. What she had said was true; they hadn’t defined their relationship, and she was still a free agent, but her choice to turn Adrien away warmed him as much as it frustrated him.
Marinette had looked beautiful last night, and he’d wanted nothing more than to peel her tight dress off and fuck her. Then, when she’d told him to back off, he did so with mixed feelings. However, pleased won out over his selfish desire to have her in any form he wore.
Given no other recourse, he imagined tearing her dress off of her and holding her close, while he pumped his shaft.
Relying on previous experiences to fuel his imagination, and his already painful erection, it didn’t take long for him to reach completion. He clenched his jaw and came with a grunt, spilling his seed over his hand and belly.
Naked and insufficiently sated, he rose and headed into the bathroom. He could have visited her as Chat Noir after Adrien had said good night, but he didn’t think Marinette would welcome his presence after she had so nearly been with someone else. The guilt would have gnawed at her until she’d have told him to leave. In the end, it would’ve all worked out the same, anyway.
He pitied Marinette for her ignorance. If she hadn’t been so stubborn on insisting their secret identities remain secret, they could avoid instances such as this.
Adrien heaved a sigh and stepped under the shower head. The icy water made him yelp and jump back. Muttering curses, he held his hand under the stream until the water was pleasantly cool. Then he tried again, and scrubbed until his skin turned pink.
Plagg was waiting for him in the kitchen after he’d dressed.
‘I need cheese,’ he announced, by way of greeting.
Rolling his eyes, Adrien pulled a wheel of Swiss out the fridge and left it on a plate.
‘You know, a polite good morning would suffice,’ Adrien scolded him.
Plagg didn’t listen. With a dreamy hum, he drifted to the dish and tore the wrappings off with frenzied enthusiasm.
Adrien shook his head and walked away. As he began to head toward the couch, he noticed a slip of paper on the floor by the main door. Raising an eyebrow, he stooped and picked it up. Upon closer inspection, he realised it was an envelope and there was more than just a letter inside.
Suddenly, his guts lurched then settled heavily in his abdomen. Sweat beaded his forehead as he slid a finger under the flap to broke the seal.
Inside, were photos of Marinette caught in intimate positions with Chat Noir as they stood on her balcony or sat on her couch.
‘How long have you been sitting on these, you sick freak?’ he growled.
His phone rang, startling him. Eyeing it warily, he plucked it from the kitchen counter before taking a seat on the lounge.
‘Hello?’
‘Dude,’ came Nino’s expansive reply. ‘I hope you’re decent, ‘cause I’m nearly there.’
Adrien pulled his phone away as Nino ended the call, staring at the screen blankly.
‘What? Nino, what’s going on?’
But the dial tone indicated he’d already hung up.
He was startled anew when a knock sounded loudly against his door. Tossing the photos onto the coffee table, he hauled himself to his feet and opened it.
‘Bro,’ Nino said, wrapping his arms around Adrien, and thumping him on the back.
Adrien returned the hug, bemused. ‘Not that I’m unhappy to see you, but shouldn’t you be at him, satisfying your fiancé?’
Nino drew back with a lopsided grin. ‘What do you think I’ve been doing? But I’m only a man, and I need to rest, so I thought I’d visit you. It’s been ages since we just hung out together.’
‘Alya told you to leave, didn’t she?’ Adrien guessed.
‘She said if I didn’t let her rest, she’d castrate me,’ he admitted. ‘I never would have guessed that Alya had less stamina than me.’
Adrien nodded. ‘That is a surprise. You’d think after all that running around for her job, and her blog, she’d have the endurance of an Olympic athlete.’
Nino nodded as he moved further inside. ‘I know, right? I mean, she’s the one who,’ he broke off, staring at the coffee table. ‘What the fuck is this?’
Too late, Adrien realised he’d left the pictures of Marinette out. ‘Oh, that. Um, well you see. Actually, I can’t explain that.’
Nino raised his eyebrows as he sifted through the photos. ‘Damn, I didn’t know Marinette’s getting it on with Chat Noir. Did the stalker send you these?’
Adrien nodded. ‘I think so. The question is why.’
‘Maybe he knows you’re Chat Noir,’ Nino suggested conversationally, tossing the pictures down as he sat.
Freezing, Adrien stared at him with wide eyes. ‘What?’ he squeaked.
Nino looked up to meet his stare. ‘Dude, seriously? As if I wouldn’t figure you out; you’re not as slick as you think you are.’
Adrien’s legs turned to rubber. Unable to hold himself up, he sat heavily on the floor. ‘Does anyone else know?’ he wheezed.
With a derisive snort, Nino shook his head. ‘No, no one else knows. I wouldn’t tell, and no one seems to have figured it out. You’re safe.’
Whining pitifully, Adrien hung his head.
‘Back to more important issues,’ Nino went on, ‘what’s up with these photos? Assuming it was the stalker who sent them, what message is he trying to convey? Is he saying he knows who you are, or is there something else?’
Setting aside his chagrin, and the mild insult that his secret identity was insignificant, Adrien moved to sit beside Nino.
‘Maybe they’re saying that Marinette is unavailable, or that she enjoys toying with men’s hearts,’ he suggested.
Nino turned toward him. ‘That’s very specific. What makes you say that; do you have someone in mind?’
Rubbing the back of his neck, Adrien glanced away. ‘Actually, for a long time I thought it was Luka.’
Nino’s brows shot up to his hairline. ‘Juleka’s brother? Why?’
Adrien shrugged. ‘He just seemed really sketchy, right from the moment I met him. The first time I ran into him without Marinette around, he told me not to fuck around with her. He’s also lied right to her face almost every day since.’
‘What do you mean?’
Adrien told Nino about Luka’s change in employment, and the insults he’d used against her since she’d rejected him.
Nino’s eyes widened. ‘Damn. Luka’s had a crush on Marinette since we were in Collège. I can’t imagine him doing anything to deliberately hurt her.’
‘Since all of his lies were revealed, he admitted to what he was really doing. So far, it all checks out, but he’s been such a colossal dick lately. I almost want it to be him just so my feelings would be vindicated.’
Nino levelled him a flat stare. ‘Not cool, Bro. just because you don’t like him is no reason to be petty or selfish.’
Adrien crossed his arms and pouted. ‘Seems like a plenty good reason to me. Especially if it turns out he’s the stalker after all.’
Shaking his head, Nino nudged Adrien with his elbow. ‘Anyway, you got some way of finding out who dropped this off?’ he asked, nodding toward the photos.
‘Oh yeah,’ Adrien exclaimed. He surged to his feet, and jogged to his bedroom to fetch his laptop. He booted it up as he returned to the loungeroom. ‘I have a surveillance camera in my door.’
‘Really? That’s awesome,’ Nino congratulated him.
His enthusiasm waned as Adrien fast forwarded through hours of footage.
‘Why didn’t you get one of those motion detector cameras?’ he asked, bored and frustrated.
Adrien stilled. ‘I didn’t think of it,’ he admitted, sheepishly.
Nino rolled his eyes and shook his head. ‘What am I going to do with you? Oh, wait. Go back,’ he exclaimed, pointing at the screen.
Adrien rolled the footage back and pressed play. Just like last time, a hooded figure crept furtively into view, but because of the angle, all they could make out was the top of his head.
‘Damn,’ they muttered, simultaneously.
‘Oh well, it was worth a shot,’ Nino sighed.
Adrien sat back with a scowl. Even with the bad angle, the stalker had still covered himself, obscuring any identifiable features. They were back where they’d started.
‘This is bullshit,’ he grumbled.
Nino patted him on the back. ‘Come on, it’s not that bad.’
Adrien stared at him in disbelief. ‘Are you kidding me? This is very bad. That creep could know who I am. What the hell do I do now?’
Nino gripped his shoulder to show his support, but had no answers. ‘I think you need to tell Ladybug. She ought to know if you’ve been compromised.’
‘What, are you telling me you don’t know who she is?’ Adrien quipped, his lips turning up at one side.
Nino gave him a look. ‘No, smart-arse, I don’t know. Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.’
Gasping, Adrien placed a hand over his heart. ‘Well, it’s a good thing I already know. Before you ask, no, I’m not telling you, either.’
‘Whatever, Dude. But seriously, what’re you going to do with this camera footage?’
Turning back to his laptop, Adrien let out a defeated groan. ‘What can I do? There’s no incriminating footage on here, no way to identify this bastard. I think I’ll just put it away for now. It may come in handy later, but for now, it’s worthless.’
Nino patted him on the back. ‘Come on, I’ll buy you some lunch. You can vent over coffee.’

Adrien spent a pleasant afternoon with Nino, despite the new complication and inherent stress. After they said their farewells, Adrien decided he’d better visit Gabriel again. It had been some weeks, and he was sure to get a lecture, but Adrien was a filial son who didn’t like the idea of his father languishing away in that big, cold house.
Gabriel was ornery as usual.
‘Well, Adrien. Have you decided to cease this fool’s errand and come home?’
‘Hello to you too, Father,’ Adrien muttered, as he stepped around Gabriel to enter.
The manor was as immaculate as always, but more frigid than he recalled.
Gabriel hummed his disapproval as he closed the door.
‘Are you here for something?’ he asked.
‘No, Father. I just came to see you. Seriously, why are you so convinced that I only ever have ulterior motives when I come?’
‘Probably because you so rarely visit. This is the second time I’ve seen you since you moved into that cesspool.’
Suppressing a groan, Adrien settled for rolling his eyes before he turned back to face Gabriel. ‘I see you at work all the time; it’s not like we don’t see each other at all. I realise that’s different from a visit at home, but I have a life to live as well, you know.’
Gabriel merely stared for a moment before turning to the dining room. Silently, Adrien followed, wondering why he’d bothered to come if this was how he was going to be welcomed.
They shared an awkward meal, exchanging pleasantries without delving into deeper subjects. Once again, Adrien mourned the lack of familial warmth he’d seen in other families, but responded to Gabriel’s questions or statements politely. In turn, he enquired about the company, Nathalie’s performance and health, and that of other mutual acquaintances. Gabriel’s replies were forthright and concise, almost brutal in their delivery. For once, Adrien was glad no one else was about.
He took his leave after dessert, promising to think of Gabriel’s feelings more often. Although, he made no promises on how regularly he could visit. He didn’t want to be away too often with Marinette’s safety at risk. Furthermore, if he were home more often, there was a higher chance he could catch the stalker.
Adrien bit his lip, hoping the culprit would be caught before he did something drastic.
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