To Fall

Reflection

Viperion scanned the rooftops, his eyes analyzing every shadow. He knew the cat would be out tonight, it had been weeks since anything had happened, and his senses told him it would be soon. He didn't have to wait long. Chat strolled across the shadows, lazily swinging his arms and leaning his head back to stare at the moon. Viperion watched as the man didn't notice him and continued his stroll. He snuck across the roof, quietly jumping to stalk behind Chat. He snuck forward and his hand snuck to his lyre. 

"You know, you don't have to hide. I know you have been there the whole time."

Viperion froze and frowned, unhappy at being caught. He stood up straight and watched Chat, Chat sending him a sneaky grin. "You were quiet for your part, little snake. Super hearing just beats your stealth." Viperion chuckled and walked forward, allowing the moon light to hit his body. Chat's eyes racked over him, scanning every muscle through the suit.

"Was there something you wanted?"

Viperion stopped in front of him, body stiff and eyes locked on his. "I was hoping for a talk. Not a round two." Chat chuckled and held his hand out, claws slack as he lazily offered his hand. 

"I'm sorry. For before I mean."

Viperion stared at his hand, doubt clear on his face. Chat made no move to assault him, his body relaxed and eyes low. Viperion reached out slowly and took the hand, waiting for the cat to lash out. Chat sighed as they shook hands, a small smile gracing his lips. Chat looked around at the moon lit rooftops, uncertainty flashing in his face.

"Walk with me?"

Viperion nodded and followed close behind as Chat walked away, the two men walking in quiet over the roof. Chat cast small glances Viperion's way, looking away when the hero met his gaze. 

"Can I ask you something?" 

Viperion nodded, relaxing as Chat showed no ill intent. Chat stopped on a barbershop roof, his eyes gazing over the sights of downtown Miami.

"What is it like? To be in love?"

Viperion chocked on his spit as Chat sent him a curious glance. He composed himself and stared, waiting for the white haired man to start laughing. When none came, he sighed and rubbed his neck, a blush forming. 

"I suppose it's a nice feeling. You feel comfortable and at home when you are with them. You can tell them anything and you put the utmost faith in them. I suppose in a way..You feel whole."

Chat nodded and frowned; his eyes cast down at his feet. "That sounds nice." Viperion sighed and walked to him, gripping the other's shoulder. "This is about Ladybug, isn't it?" Chat's eyes snapped to him and he gasped, shocked he was that easy to read. Viperion chuckled and raised a brow.

"You aren't the only one with good senses. I'm pretty good at reading people."

Chat nodded, blushing as the yellow eyes bore into him. "I'm sorry. I know you and Ladybug are a thing." Viperion nodded and clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. 

"That's right. I should be kicking your ass for that stunt you pulled."

Chat winced and gave a sheepish smile, shrinking down. "I'm sorry for that as well. I don't know why I just..." Viperion sighed and crossed his arms, eyeing the cat.

"I talked to Ladybug's kwami. You two are going to feel the connection, the attraction. Its natural."

Chat nodded and looked up to the moon, ice eyes soft. "Mine said the same." Viperion watched as he turned to him, tears shining in the blue eyes. 

"I cant tell you alot.. but lets just say that I get attached easily."

Viperion chuckled and flicked him on the nose, eyes shining as Chat gaped at him. "Look. I know Ladybug has faith in you, and I have faith in her. I can't forgive you for all the shit you did, but I am willing to try." Chat stared wide eyed at him, falling to his knees as Viperion tried to catch him.

"Why? Why would you say that?"

Yellow eyes met blue and both hearts stopped, the two staring at each other. Viperion leaned forward, hand lifting Chat's chin so they were face to face. 

"Because I can tell there is good in you. You are broken, a product of Hawkmoth. I told you I am good at reading people."

A teal thumb lifted to wipe a tear as it fell, ice eyes wide and swimming with emotion.

"It's not too late to change Blanc."

Adrien slammed his hand into the shower wall, his face flushed and eyes watching the droplets roll off the wall. Steaming water rushed over his body, easing his stress ever so slightly. Plagg peaked over the door to the shower, grinning at his holder as he struggled. 

"So, I see you finally figured it out."

Adrien looked up at Plagg, glaring as the god smirked at him. "What do you mean?" Plagg sat on the top of the door, little feet kicking as he let the steam roll over him.

"You can't tell me you were straight. After five years, I've learned you pretty well. You may not have noticed, being all sheltered and all, but you have had so many bi panics that you might as well be a sitcom."

Adrien rolled his eyes and flicked water at him, the cat hissing in disbelief. "Hey! Don't take it out on me! I'm not the one panicking here!" Adrien flicked more water and growled at him. "I'm not gay Plagg." Plagg huffed and flew down into the water, eyes level with his holder. 

"Let's do this, kid. Close your eyes."

Adrien did as instructed, curious where Plagg was going with this. "Now then, I want you to picture the snake in your mind." Adrien let his mind form the image, yellow eyes popping into his vision. The teal suit covering toned muscle. The low tone of the voice and the calm it tears from those that hear him. His touch on his chin. Their eyes meeting. Plagg chuckled and poked him on the nose, flying out of the water. 

"Now open your eyes."

Adrien sighed and opened them, a blush rushing to his face as he followed Plagg's gaze down. His dick stood at attention, his pulse racing as the thought of the hero raced inside him. He groaned and placed his forehead against the wall, gritting his teeth and willing his member to go down. He glared up at Plagg as he hollered in laughter, small body tumbling through the air as he lost control. He met his blushing face in the reflection of his door, taking in the sight of his own flustered self. 

"Not a word Plagg. Not a fucking word."