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“You seriously haven’t tried it?”
“Nope.”
“...How?”
“What do you mean ‘how’?!”
“I ‘dunno, it’s like. Everywhere. How do you like, not accidentally do it?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Would you ever try it?”
“Nah. Probably not, I don’t really think I’d be into it.”
“Hey, A? You okay?” Asked Luka, flopping down onto the couch next to his roomie.
“...Yeah…” Adrien hummed after a long moment of processing the question. He raised the blunt to his lips, taking a long, deep inhale, holding the smoke in his lungs for a few seconds, before he released. “Jus…remembering something I said to Nino once, back in high school.”
Adrien broke out into a cough that had him bent over, head nearly between his knees as Luka snorted, half laughing at him as he roughly patted his back.
“Nino, he’s getting married soon, isn’t he?” Luka asked, thinking back to his old bandmate. “Have you met his fiancee?”
Adrien nodded, blinking hard as he slouched back into the soft, plush couch. “Yeah.” He wheezed. “He asked me to be his best man last week, actually. She’s a real nice girl, Nino really lucked out. Thought he’d never get over Alya when they broke up.” He held out the lit blunt to Luka, offering it.
“Mmn. I mean, who actually marries their high school sweetheart?” Luka laughed as he took it. “God, do you remember back then? We were such dumb brats.” Luka took a long drag, sighing the smoke out of his nose.
“Sooooo dramatic, too,” Adrien laughed. “God, it’s embarrassing. I kept giving Ladybug roses.”
“You’re as clear as a musical note, and as sincere as a melody~!” Luka recited, a hand on his chest. “Worst part too, Marinette fell for it. Augh, I feel so much regret thinking about it now. Every time I do, I feel like I have to text Marinette an apology.”
“How did you even come up with that line?” Adrien asked, incredulous. He leaned forward, grabbing the foil bag of chips on the coffee table.
“I stole it from a fanfic.” Luka snorted, shoving his hand into the foil bag and taking a few. “And the sonnets . Cringe out of my skinnnn !”
“Dude, you’re not beating me at the Cringe Game,” Adrien laughed. “I was imagining an entire future, with a wedding and children and hamsters . Freaking hamsters .”
“With Ladybug or Marinette?”
“They’re the same freaking person! I don’t think it matters anymore.”
“ I think it matters!”
“Fine. Ladybug. My favorite day dream for like, an entire semester was running away to a deserted island and living off the fruit with her.”
“Hah! Okay, that is pretty cringe. Cute though.” Luka chuckled.
“Mmn.”
“Y’know what was really cringe though?”
“What?”
“Your school principal was a furry .”
“Was he? Don’t like, birds have a different name? Featheries?” Adrien asked, staring thoughtfully at a random space of blank wall.
“You’re thinking about scalies.”
“Ah. Forgive me for not knowing the taxonomy, Professor Furry.”
“Shit, I kinda walked into that, didn’t I?”
“Yes, yes you did.” Adrien hummed. He reached into the chip bag again, but came up empty. Peering inside he saw only crumbs, which he tilted his head back to pour into his mouth before pushing himself up off the couch and nearly tilting head first into the coffee table. “W-whoa!”
“Careful, A.” Luka said, grabbing Adrien’s shirt to steady him. “Where you going?”
“Corner store,” Adrien said, standing upright again. “Need more chips.”
“Ah. ‘Kay. Hold up, I’ll go with you.”
“Cause I’m paying?”
“Hey, I’m the struggling musician here, you’re the retired supermodel with a trust fund.”
“Your Dad is a literal rock star . Mine’s in jail for terrorism!”
“ I haven’t seen him since he stopped paying child support and your trust fund isn’t affected by the fact your Dad was Hawkmoth.”
“Fine, fine. I wanted to stop by the store for some gummies anyway, and they won’t sell to me when I’m this high.”
“Which store?”
“The candy store, Luka. The fuck do you mean ‘which store’?” Adrien laughed. He made his way towards the door, going for his crocs. “We should pick up some lube while we’re out, ours is nearly empty.”
“DTF?”
“Yeah. I’m feeling weirdly horny tonight.”
“It is spring. You might be in heat.” Luka joked.
“My cycle is regular! They’re usually in late summer.” Adrien countered without missing a beat.
“We should get you to a vet then.” Luka rolled his eyes. He tossed Adrien his windbreaker.
“Don’t need it,” Adrien said, tossing it back.
“Adrien,” Luka said testily. “Put the damn jacket on.”
“What’re you gonna do if I don’t, Snakey?” Adrien returned, sticking out his tongue.
Luka hummed, considering the situation. “If you’re good while we’re out, I’ll do that thing you like.”
Adrien’s eyebrows went all the way up. “You serious?”
“Scouts honour,” Luka promised, one hand on his chest and the other held up.
Adrien snatched up his jacket, putting it on and zipping it in record time. “You better not be fucking with me, Couffaine.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll fuck you juuuust right. If you’re good.”
Adrien visibly shivered, even with the coat. “C’mon, let's hurry.”
“Eager kitty cat, aren’t you?”
“ Yes .”
Adrien and Luka left their shared apartment soon, hopping down to the corner store for additional snacks and making a couple extra stops for take out, and for lube and a douche at the pharmacy. Or the chemist, since it was London.
“You stay here, they’re gonna clock you,” Luka said, setting their bags down. “What do you want?”
“Gummiessss,” Adrien playfully hissed, swaying slightly with his hands in his pockets. “And something chocolate. Also check if they have any new flavours for papers, getting tired of the ones we have.”
“Kay. I’ll get more flower too. Someone smoked most of what I had.”
“Damnit Plagg!” Adrien sighed, sounding aggravated.
Luka rolled his eyes. “Plagg hasn’t been out of the box since Marinette called you in for that rogue Spider Miraculous user in Africa, Adrien.”
“Was it Sass, then?” Adrien grinned.
In response, Luka lightly flicked his nose, saying nothing more as he went into the storefront.
Adrien leaned against the wall, humming slightly to himself as he vibed out to the sound of London city traffic.
It had been a grand ten years since the end of Hawkmoth, and essentially, the end of Adrien’s oppressive childhood. Released from his fathers’ clutches, he was as free to do as he pleased with his massive trust fund, and newly gained anonymity as a Has Been Child Star, currently in something akin to Witness Protection after agreeing to testify against his father.
The name on his government ID (cause he never really bothered to try to learn to drive) was Adrien Stevenson Lochley. Of English heritage, born in France with English citizenship, emigrated back to London in the wake of his fathers’ death.
And what did he like to do these days?
Absolutely nothing.
And Luka. He liked doing Luka.
Mostly because Luka was there and available, honestly. An outsider might look at them and their co-habitation and call them boyfriends or romantically attached, but it wasn’t quite like that.
Sure, they had sex and kissed but…they didn’t kiss outside of sex. Luka and Adrien were free agents to go out as they both pleased, but Adrien didn’t like going out at all (ironic, after spending most of his teenagehood trying to leave the house) and Luka found trying to date or hook up just boring and a crapshoot.
Why risk STD’s, bad sex and spending way too much money on dates when there was an ass on the couch and an open mouth he was absolutely free to fuck whenever he pleased?
Adrien got to be the wild child he never had the chance to be with Luka acting as his babysitter, ensuring he didn’t go too far into the ditch, and Luka got a sugar daddy who liked sucking dick and paying for everything while he worked on his own personal rock opera.
It was mutually beneficial, and it worked for them.
Meanwhile, all his old friends from Francois Dupont had been told that Adrien Agreste had died, but they were all well aware that Chat Noir was fine and dandy, on sabbatical unless deemed necessary by Ladybug herself, living happily in London.
They even had his address if they wanted to pop in for a visit.
And Ladybug did him the service of rarely calling him in unless absolutely necessary.
“Hey, A? Doing alright?” Luka asked, suddenly infront of him.
“Perfectly fine,” Adrien hummed, head shifting on his shoulders. “Just thinking about that time you came home, dropped your pants infront of me and skull fucked me without any warning cause you had a bad day.”
Luka huffed, amused. “Are you now?”
Adrien nodded emphatically. “You should have more bad days.”
“Noted…There is an alleyway not far from here, y’know? Maybe I’m having a real bad day right now.” Luka suggested, smirking.
“Oh, Luka .” Sighed Adrien, smiling. “We have ice cream in the bag. Maybe next time, though.”
Luka hissed a breath through clenched teeth. “Awe, darn . I knew I should’ve insisted on marshmallows instead for sweets!”
Adrien just laughed, shoving half the shopping into Luka’s hands, taking up his own half to start the journey home.
They would arrive shortly to their flat, ferrying their bags to the kitchen to put things away. Behind him, Luka tore open a package, putting the piece of milk chocolate between his lips, tapping on Adrien’s shoulder. The blonde turned, and smiled. He leaned in, lips parting, putting the chocolate between their mouths, letting it melt and coat their tongues as they kissed, swallowing the sweet, intoxicating candy as they made out in the kitchen.
They parted for breath, Adrien looking particularly dazed as he licked his lips.
“Go shower and get this ass ready for me,” Luka commanded the blonde, his hand grabbing the aforementioned ass, and Adrien rose up on his tiptoes in response, inhaling deeply. “Be on the bed when you’re done.”
“Y-yea,” Adrien nodded, already hard as he pressed into Luka’s space. “J-just…”
“I said go , Adrien.” Luka said firmly, his hold on Adrien’s perky asscheek leaving.
“...Just one…?” Adrien asked, his eyes big and pleading, looking up at Luka with a begging, pathetic look.
“You still want ‘the thing’, don’t you?” Luka asked.
Adrien glanced away, considering his options. Getting it now and not as good or later and having his mind blown to smithereens…? Tough choice.
He ended up skittering away, nearly slipping on the linoleum as he dashed to the bathroom.
Luka finished the putting away, leaving their take out on the kitchen table for their post-sex feast, taking a few long glugs of water, and an extra gummy or two before he went over to the office, his ring of house keys in hand.
He pulled the curtains closed, and went to the built-in bookshelf against the wall, where a couple volumes of manga and some novels were haphazardly stacked, the rest of the shelves mostly containing Adrien’s various lego builds. He moved aside the books, and pushed against the false backing, which fell to reveal a small, built in safe. He input the code, and a small door flicked open to show a keyhole.
Luka put in the right key from his keyring, pulling the door open to reveal two octagonal boxes. He reached for the one he knew contained the Ouroboros bracelet, closing up the entire secure locking system again before he sat at the desk, putting the box onto it.
He took a deep breath, listening for Adrien as he heard the shower going. The feeling was starting up. That first long drag on the couch nearly two hours before hadn’t been nearly enough for someone as experienced as him, but those gummies were hitting harder and faster than expected.
His head was floating a bit above his neck stump, and his eyes felt strange, like a film was separating the actual eyeball and the inside of his eyelid, but it was, overall, a pleasant sensation. A floating that made his brain ease.
Luka opened the box, and out popped an ever familiar Kwami.
“Hey, Sass.” Luka greeted the magical being with a smile.
The little chibi snake stretched slightly. “Good morning, Master Luka.” he groaned into the stretch. “Tell me, is this dire, or are you playing again?”
“Playing,” Luka chuckled. “Are you up for it?”
“Certainly. How refreshing it is for a human to be so open about sex! You really do swing back and forth on the subject throughout the centuries, you know. My last holder was of the Victorian age, and it really was so troublesome.”
“I’m aware,” Luka chuckled, sliding the bracelet on. “Sass, Scales Slither.”
In a wave of green/cyan light, there sat Viperion.
As an adult, he had more control over his transformation than when he was younger, so it was all fairly simple for the purposes of their playtime.
His top half now had a hood somewhat like Carapace’s, though it implied a King Cobra sort of head rather than his turtle head, that was sleeveless, showing a vibrant green and cyan snake tattoo along his arm, replacing the actual art he had on him (an artful curve of flowing water with flowers in amongst the waves), with forearm guards. The back of his suit left long and tapering to a point like snakes’ tail, with the pants left loose, more like sweats than anything battle ready.
Viperion got up to check his reflection in the mirror in the hall (taking a moment to notice that the shower in the Master Bedroom had stopped), seeing that, yep, his eyes had been changed too. The whites had turned that same green, the iris a pale, unearthly golden yellow, his black pupil slitted, but still blown wide in his inebriation, looking closer to a rounded diamond than their true deadly slit. His long hair was pulled into a single braid over his shoulder, the ends a bright cyan, despite the fact that Luka hadn’t redyed his ends since he left high school years ago.
If Ladybug called him into battle, the pants would be considerably tighter, he’d have shin high boots, and the soft fabric of his sleeveless hoodie would’ve been better armoured and properly attached to his bottoms. But, since it was only playtime, everything was easier to take off. He didn’t even produce his lyre with the playtime transformation.
Viperion went back to the table, sorting through the various packets of gummies he’d bought, selecting a few to cut open, going to stand outside the bedroom as he popped an extra piece of special candy into his mouth, waiting.
The fangs and long, forked tongue always took some extra time to get used to. They hadn’t played this game in a while so Luka was a little bit out of practice, and those particular mutations had only started to appear long after Luka stopped doing regular hero work.
He heard the light crunch of the bedsprings, and Viperion made his entrance.
Adrien was still damp and naked as he sat in the middle of his large bed, his skin flushed, unkempt, scruffy hair flat against his head, his already big and dopey smile somehow widening yet further when he saw the super hero enter his darkened space.
“Hello, Citizen,” Viperion hissed smoothly, leaning on the door frame, forked tongue flicking out with the hard ‘Ssss’ sound in ‘Citizen’. “You wouldn’t have happened to see an Akuma come by here, would you?”
“Oh, no, Mr.Viperion, sir.” Adrien sighed, smile never waning as Viperion entered, his cock visibly perking between his thighs at the sight of the super hero. “I think Ladybug already took care of it.”
“Did she, now? Too bad.”
“Too bad,” Adrien hummed in agreement, his eyes moving from Viperion’s face to that substantial bulge in his loose pants that hung off his hips, giving the perfect impression of his substantial cocks.
Because while Luka only had the one (Very thick, on the longer side, very pleasing to fuck), Viperion had two penises.
And Adrien wanted both .
He licked his lips, almost squirming as he got up on his knees, Viperion standing at the edge of his bed. “But you can keep me company, till the next one gets here.” He offered, words puffing against Viperion’s lips, his hands on the hero’s hips, sliding down those loose pants, letting those oddly shaped dicks free. Two substantial cocks, thick and stout at the base, tapering and thinner at the ends with soft bumps all along the tips, pointed but not sharp, long and verging left and right.
Adrien licked his lips, one hand wrapping around one thick cock, unable to even touch his fingers to his thumb around the middle.
Luka sighed as he was touched, the other cock twitching, neglected. He stepped out of his pants, pulling off his sweater. He pushed Adrien to the bed, looming over him, foreheads held together. “Might as well. I didn’t even get to use my Second Chance.”
The hiss and click sounded from his bracelet, his power now activated. Just one quick touch to his wrist, and they’d return to this moment again, and because of Luka’s advanced age and skill, he could let Adrien also remember every single loop if he so wished.
Viperion moved fast, head tilting as he lunged, teeth and fangs sinking into Adrien’s neck.
The blonde gave a sharp inhale, his hands flying to Viperion’s upper forearms to hold onto, his skin rapidly beginning to numb as venom pulsed through his veins, spreading with every heartbeat.
Viperion didn’t release Adrien’s neck until his grip weakened, slouching against the hero as he giggled deliriously, every inch of his skin twitching under the effects of the hero’s venom.
Viperion pulled away, tongue flicking against dripping fangs as he looked down at the blonde, his gaze tilted to the side, neck still open and wound bleeding black. He wheezed, smiling as the venom worked through his veins, turning them black under his skin, spreading out from his wound like a tree branch. With shaking hands he held himself, arms crossing as muscles twitched and his brain flooded with the endorphins of a slow, beautiful end.
If Viperion left him here, Adrien would be riding this high for about an hour or two before he died. But Viperion didn’t let him die, the first time they’d tried was an existential crisis, and he’d reset without allowing Adrien to remember his death.
But he liked the venom.
Viperion kissed him languidly, Adrien weakly reciprocating as his eyes fluttered, muscles twitching weakly, his tongue slow as it slid against Viperion’s, forked and thin and long.
Viperion reached for his wrist, tapping against it when he felt Adrien’s body going still as paralysis set in.
The blonde inhaled sharply as he was returned to his original status beneath Viperion, suddenly regaining strength and feeling in his limbs again. Excited, he grabbed Viperion around his neck, dragging him down for an excited kiss, willingly sliding his tongue over Viperion’s fangs as he tilted them, twisting so the hero was beneath him.
Adrien reached behind him, stroking one of Viperion’s cocks as they kissed, hips raising, then sinking down onto the offered cock dry. He sat up, spine going straight as he sunk back, feeling those bumps on the end gouging into his soft insides. “H…hurtsss~!” Adrien slurred, his face bright red, drool sliding down his chin as his hole was stretched further than he’d prepared it, an agonising zing riding up his spine as he forced himself to take more, forced himself to tear in order to fit all of Viperion’s leftmost dick.
“G…gonna rip m-me a…ah…” Adrien gagged, feeling his spine melting as he sat back up, and tilted back, rubbing his insides with Viperion’s cockhead, the way eased ever so slightly with his sticky blood. “Vipes, Viperion, Vi-!!”
Viperion gripped his waist, his hands digging in, bruising him, and shoved him, forcing his entire weight down onto his dick, and Adrien gasped, screamed, and came all over Viperion’s naked chest as his hole was ripped open. His brain fired off, fireworks behind clenched eyes as humming agony spread across his skin, relishing in the pain as it forced him to feel every inch of his body, inside and out, organs seizing, tightening, straining against the intrusion as it gouged so deeply into him.
Viperion touched his bracelet, and they were returned to the start, Viperion looming over Adrien.
“Oh, god, shit, shit, fuck that was good,” Adrien gasped, shivering. “T-the right one now!”
Viperion did as was ordered, sitting up and pulling Adrien’s legs to his shoulders, placing his rightmost cock against Adrien’s little hole, thrusting in deep in one stroke, his superior strength making it an all too easy feat to force apart his tight, pristine rim.
Adrien’s eyes rolled up into his head as he was invaded, the hard tilt of Viperion’s right cock rubbing against different spots inside him as he squirmed, mouth hanging open, gripping onto the bedspread beneath him. “O…O-!!” He gagged, twitching like he was about to have a seizure.
‘Other! Put the other in-’
Viperion pulled back, slamming back with only one, and Adrien’s thoughts were erased as he screamed, the sound high and shrill, more like a horror movie star than a porn movie star, as the super hero rut into him mercilessly.
Viperion tilted forward, driving himself deep into the blonde, his hands reaching for his slender neck, fingers pressing into the sides of his throat.
Adrien didn’t thrash against him, chin tilting up to give Viperion better access as his screams quieted to harmless little choking noises as his airway was restricted. He was forcibly bent nearly in half as Viperion still had his ankles over his shoulders, stretched further than he was comfortably able, his back hurting and knees straining, thighs burning with the stretch. Black stars floated in his vision as Viperion fucked his unmoving body, using him like a toy. He listened to the hero’s grunts and groans as he thrusted deep into him, and Adrien could feel himself sweetly drifting away into a sea of unconsciousness, black starting to fade into the corners of his sight.
He could feel the wet splat of Viperion’s orgasm inside him, a soothing balm to his bruised and used insides as his own cock went limp, thundering heartbeat slowing as he was suffocated and-
Adrien fell slack to the bed, the world reset again. He was drooling, brows knit together with a drunken, inebriated grin on his face. “Oooh…Vipes…Viperion…” he breathed out worshipfully, his eyes gazing out into a blissful abyss.
“How are you doing, Babe?” Viperion asked sweetly, forehead to Adrien’s, noses brushing together.
“Liiike…” The blonde whispered, smiling. “I could die happy.”
“Want a break?” Viperion asked.
Adrien considered, his brain taking a moment or two longer to process the idea, taking stock of how he felt. His body was fine, perfectly intact. If there had been any unknowing voyeurs watching, it would seem like Viperion was asking if he wanted a break after one kiss, but his mind was still reeling from the resets, his skin tingling where pain had zapped across his nerves.
He nodded, and Viperion sweetly kissed the bridge of his nose, before lifting and gently ferrying him over to their couch for a relaxing cuddle break between rounds.