A new akuma attack.

Marion laid on his back on the bed, his breaths labored from his orgasm. Adrien walked back to the bed, just having thrown away the used condom, sweat trickling down his still naked body for Marion to admire. The blonde laid back on the bed, wrapping his arms around Marion.

"You should come by more often. I enjoyed this visit."

"Yeah. Me too," Marion responded as he placed his hands on Adrien's chest.

One of the things that she loved about him (aside from everything really) was his body. His legs, his pecs, his abs. He was well-bred and well-toned. Anyone would be lucky to have a supermodel for a boyfriend. Marion was both lucky to have him and jealous of how handsome he was.

Adrien on the other hand like the feel of Marion's soft skin. Marion inherited much from his mother, so it was not uncommon for some to confuse him for a tomboy. It was a personal insecurity of his. Chloe would even mock him, calling him a "tranny" and making off-color remarks about how "only fat lesbians would be interested in [him]." Adrien never said hurtful things like that, usually complimenting him for many things, ranging from his eyes to his talents in fashion, his selflessness, all the way to how delicious his ass looked.

Speaking of which, Adrien's arm motioned down and gave Marion's butt a soft-slap, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough for Marion to give an embarrassing squeak.

Adrien laughed at his blushing cheeks.

"So..."

"So?"

"We might still have time for another round, what do you say, my lord?"

Marion felt his own returning erection touch Adrien's as they closed in for a kiss before they were interrupted by a loud boom sound several blocks away from the mansion, followed by the sound of people crying out in terror.

"Sounds like another akuma!" Said Marion.

"Man, Hawk Moth has the worst timing."

They both struggled to find their clothes strewn about across the room (Marion confused as to how his underwear somehow wound up at the top of Adrien's rock-climbing station) as they got dressed and ran through

The heroes found their respective kwamis in the kitchen, Tikki enjoying a macaron from Marion's bag while Plagg was on his fourth box of cheese.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to take five minutes away from doing it. I was just about to run out of camembert," said Plagg as he stuffed the entire contents of the box into his cheeks, struggling to chew the whole thing.

"Plagg, now's not the time to stuff your face," said Adrien.

"There's another akuma out there wreaking havoc. Paris needs us!" Said Marion.

"I'm way ahead of you," said Tikki, having finished her macaron.

"Tikki, spots on!"

"Plagg, claws out!"