The Adventures of Sparrow - 4

Jon woke up with a smile on his face. Even Merp leering at him didn't sour his mood. He had a shower, got dressed, and had breakfast still smiling.

"Hey, Merp," he said softly.

"Yes?" The kwami asked from inside his plush pouch.

"That was my first time," he whispered. "But that wasn't like my first time."

"You are a superhero," Merp sighed.

"If I," he blushed. "You know, do it, when I don't have powers. Will it be the same?"

"Let me ask you something," Merp flew out of the bag and settled in the collar of his shirt. "Could you fight before you got your powers?"

"I was taking classes," Jon replied.

"For how long?"

"A couple months."

"Right," the kwami laughed. "In those weeks," he stressed the word. "Did you happen to learn an ancient martial arts secret that would teach you years of techniques in a matter of hours?"

"No," Jon scrunched up his brow.

"And yet, when you use your powers, you're an action hero."

"It's like muscle memory then?" Jon asked.

"It's part of the package," Merp clarified. "In some time you'll be pulling off moves you never could before, even outside the costume. Right now, our connection is picking up the slack. You'll be on even ground in a while, and then you'll be the one teaching me new things."

"Then last night was mostly you?"

"The stamina, yeah," Merp patted him on the shoulder. "But everything else was you."

"Everything else?"

"I'll let you think on it," Merp zipped back to the pouch in the bag.

He walked up the steps into the school without much of a thought. It was the start to another day. Then he saw her. Chloe stood near the edge of the courtyard with Sabrina at her side. The shy redhead was positively beaming. Chloe stood rigid as she greeted everyone as civilly as she could.

"What's up with her?" Alix whispered to Rose.

"I don't know," the sweet blonde answered. "I think she's trying to be nice."

"Why?" Juleka asked.

Jon tried to hide his grin as he walked passed the three girls.

"Max," Chloe said as she looked at the shorter boy. "I forgot to congratulate you on winning the tournament. You did great."

"Thank you, Chloe," Max perked up a bit. "If you'd like I could show you how to play."

"No thanks," her voice was strained.

"And," she looked to Jon. "You," her gaze flicked to Sabrina.

The redhead tapped on her phone before she whispered, "Jon Duprac."

"Jon," Chloe said with faux warmth. "You," she searched for something to say. After a moment her mask cracked. She leaned in and whispered, "I'm sorry, I don't remember you."

"Thanks for the effort," Jon nodded as he walked by.

Chloe did her best to be polite the entire first half of the day. It was evident that it was taking a lot out of her by the time she ducked away for lunch. Most of her attempts were met with confusion, or outright shock. The only person she hadn't tried to be nice to was Marinette, which made sense considering their record.

Jon walked home for lunch. It was a nice day and there were plenty of places to duck in if he needed to transform. Something moved out of the corner of his eye. It was gone when he turned to look, but it had been up on the roof. He paused to listen. No sirens, screams, or explosions. It wasn't an akuma. Or, it was the start of an attack. He could minimize the damage if he caught it now.

He slipped into an alley and pressed himself against a door that hadn't been opened in a couple of months.

"Merp, let's fly," he whispered.

Sparrow hopped from one side of the alley to the other as he rose to the roof. He scanned the area. Nothing. He soared into the air to get a better look. Something dark moved fast to his left. It was too small to be Cat Noir, but it was certainly something. He streaked toward it.

The shape paused on a rooftop. It turned to face him as he came closer. Sparrow pulled up short as he saw what it was. A cluster of tainted akuma hovered in the vague shape of a head. He landed with plenty of space between them. The three darts from his holster were in his hand so fast he didn't remember drawing them.

"Ah," the cluster of akuma settled into a clearer formation of a masked face. "Sparrow, no need for that."

"Hawkmoth, isn't it?" Sparrow held the darts at the ready. "You'll have to forgive me if I'm slow to trust you."

"You'd be a fool if you didn't," the deep voice rolled. "I wanted to speak to you."

"Why?" Sparrow said the word slowly.

"You have put a kink in many of my plans of late," the akuma-face did its best to look annoyed. "I have no quarrel with you. Your miraculous is not one I desire, and yet you keep getting in my way."

"Your villains attack the city, they hurt people, and put countless others in danger," Sparrow shook his head. "Do you expect me to just sit idly by while this all happens?"

"Do you know what the power of Ladybug and Cat Noir truly is?"

"What do you mean?"

"Their powers," Hawkmoth clarified. "If someone were to possess both at the same time, they would have the power to shape the world."

"That bit of information doesn't help your cause," Sparrow chuckled.

"I want to make the world safer. A better place than it is," the edge in his voice softened. "There are those who have lost much. I want to fix this world. Instead of hindering my efforts, you could help."

"This is all a sales pitch?" Sparrow sighed. "Join me and together we can rule?"

"I don't want to rule," his voice was barely a whisper. "Think on what I have said, Sparrow. We could make the world a better place. We would be more than heroes. We would be saviors."

The cluster of akuma scattered to the wind. Sparrow tried to follow where they went, but they seemed to dissolve as they moved. He let out a long breath. Ladybug and Cat Noir needed to know this information. First, he needed to eat lunch and get back to school.

He was about to transform when he saw that there was something happening by the school. It didn't sound like an attack. He dropped back into the alley and transformed. The scent of pizza drifted in the air. When he got closer he saw that there were a couple of tables set up in the courtyard. Each one had a stack of five pizza boxes. There was a cooled station that was set up for salad and sushi. Picnic tables were set up nearby. He could quite a few of his classmates had already taken a seat. Chloe and Sabrina stood near the door welcoming people into the courtyard.

"Please," Chloe had on her best public smile. "Grab a plate and enjoy. It would be nice for us all to have lunch together," she saw him walk in. "Jon, right?"

He nodded.

"There's pizza, salad, and sushi," she leaned in and whispered. "The sushi is divine."

"Thank you," he said with a nod of his head.

He helped himself to a slice of pizza with some salad, and as suggested, a trio of sushi. It was something new to him, but he thought he'd try it anyway. Chloe finally sat at a table with Sabrina next to her. She looked like she was starting to struggle with being nice, but she was clearly making an effort.

Chloe looked up shocked as the first student came over to thank her. He couldn't make out the conversation from where he sat. It was a short one, but it left a stunned look on her face. Another person came up and then another. Everyone was being nice to her, not because they felt they had to, but due to the fact that she had been kind to them. The kicker was when Marinette came up to their table. Chloe pressed her lips tightly as the dark haired girl got close. Whatever Marinette said almost knocked her out of her seat. Even Sabrina looked stunned.

Jon took a bite of sushi. He wasn't a big fan of fish, but it was actually pretty good. The rice was spice with a touch of pepper that balanced the salty tone of the wrap, but the slice of meat was the star. He didn't know enough about cooking to place the flavors, but there was a small kick to it.

He cleaned up his mess before he walked over to where Chloe and Sabrina sat.

"You were right, the sushi was great," he smiled. "Thank you. This was a great idea."

Chloe gave him a genuine smile in return. There was a slight daze in her eyes. Sabrina was bouncing a little as she ate her salad. Jon left them to eat as the staff started to clean up.

"Where does this go?" Chloe asked as the watched them.

"The trash, miss," one of the staff answered.

"No," a hard edge crept into her voice. "Donate it."

Jon couldn't help but smile broader as he walked back into the classroom. There was still a bit of the lunch break left, but he wanted to do something out of sight. He took a slip of paper from his bag.

"Chloe, you're doing wonderfully," he wrote. "Not everything has to be a grand gesture. I'm sure your classmates enjoyed the treat. I look forward to tonight."

He signed it was a sketch of a feather and slid it into his pocket. Jon strolled out of the classroom. Sabrina was directing the staff on where to drop off the donations while Chloe sat nearby. She was sipping a glass of ice water and looked like she was about to pass out. He checked to make sure no one was around before he slipped into the girl's locker room. It wasn't hard to find her locker. She had taken the time to decorate the outside of it with stars that shimmered from every angle. He slid the note into her locker before he quickly got out of there.

Jon headed back to the class. He took his seat and started to stare out the window. Hawkmoth wanted him to switch. All to save the world, of course. He would have been more likely to consider the offer if the guy didn't constantly send super villains out to destroy Ladybug and Cat Noir.

"Jon, right?" A soft voice said.

He turned to see Juleka standing at the end of desk.

"Yes," he smiled. "How's it going?"

"Well, you know, I, you know," she mumbled.

Jon watched her for a moment. Her cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't get that."

"Wouldyouliketoseeamovie?"

He smiled, "yes, I would. Saturday? We could watch a movie and eat after?"

She nodded and hurried off to her seat. Jon felt his cheeks starting to hurt as the smile stayed plastered to his face. He couldn't help but steal a look or two back at her through the rest of the day. She was cute and the purple streak in her hair worked for her. Truth be told, he'd had a crush on her for a while, but hadn't had the nerve to do anything about it.

"I forgot to give you my number," as they got ready to leave for the day. "That way we can figure out where we want to meet up."

She blushed and stayed quiet but took his number with a small smile. He waved to her before he headed home. The walk was incredibly short today. It wasn't until he got home and in his room that he realized he still had plans for tonight.

"Merp," he called.

The kwami flew into view. It landed on the desk and lounged on the mouse-pad.

"What's up?"

"I've got something arranged with Chloe tonight," he said.

"Yeah."

"And I've got a date tomorrow with Juleka," he added.

"Yeah."

"Is that wrong?" He asked.

"Are you and Juleka dating?"

"No. This would be a date."

"Are you and Chloe dating?"

Jon thought for a long moment.

"I don't think so," he finally said. "She doesn't care about me; she's interested in Sparrow. Even then, it's more like an extended tryst than a relationship."

"Are you going to tell Juleka that you're Sparrow?"

"No," Jon laughed. "We haven't even been on a date yet."

"I don't see the problem," the kwami hopped onto the keyboard and tapped out an address. "Now, I've got a show to catch up on before tonight," Merp said as Youtube loaded.

Jon sat on his bed. He had the rest of the weekend to do his homework. This was more pressing. Merp had a point. Chloe was interested in Sparrow, and Juleka had asked Jon out. He was both, but the date hadn't even happened yet. Chloe didn't want to know about his secret identity and Juleka didn't know about Sparrow.

"This is confusing," he plopped back onto his bed.

He didn't realize he had fallen asleep until his door opened. Jon looked to where Merp had been, to find the kwami hiding under the keyboard. His eyes turned to the door to see his mother standing there.

"Did you hear me calling?" She asked.

"No," he said as he stretched. "I guess I fell asleep."

"Dinner is ready," his mother said.

Jon sniffed. There was a heavy dose of spice in the air.

"Curry?" He asked as he stood.

"Your father says that it helps keep a mind creative," she sighed. "Luckily, he ordered out rather than trying to make it himself."

"We don't need another kitchen fire," Jon chuckled.

The curry was surprisingly good. It had a nice kick of heat to it and the flavors underneath were rich. He pushed away from the table after the first bowl. His father had ordered three different kinds. They would be eating leftovers through the weekend, and he didn't mind one bit.

"I'm going to head to bed," Jon said as he stood. "I might be coming down with something."

He closed the door behind him. Merp floated up from behind his hiding spot and looked at him expectantly. Jon held up his hand. He listened for a couple of minutes. The stereo in the other room clicked on. He opened his window and climbed to the balcony above. The door that led into the empty apartment had long since been deactivated. He walked around the space. It was a perfectly good apartment, and yet it had been vacant for years. The stairs leading to the private door were covered in a thick layer of dust. Someone had spent just enough time renovating the place to remove the walls.

"Merp," he said softly. "Let's fly."

Sparrow made a wide arc for the hotel. Chloe was waiting on the balcony. She wore a sheer black robe over a yellow bra and panties. He had to admit, she looked good. A wicked smile crossed her face as he landed.

"I was starting to get worried," she pouted.

"Paris is a big place," Sparrow whispered as he strode over to her.

"I was going to give you another ten minutes before I let my toy take care of things," Chloe had really perfected the pout.

"You have toys?" His voice came out as a growl.

"I always carry one in my purse, for those times when the urge hits, and lube of course," her pout turned back into a sultry smile. "Does that excite you?"

She ran a hand down his chest. Her fingers paused for the briefest moment before they moved lower to grope his manhood. A stuttering little sigh escaped her lips.

"Are we alone?" His fingers slid along her forearm.

"Yes," she whispered. "Would it matter if we weren't?"

"Such as?"

"Sabrina," her fingers circled the head of his cock through the suit. "She might want to watch."

"Hmm," he scooped her off her feet and headed into her room.

He set her gently on the bed. The silk wraps were nowhere to be seen. She untied her robe. It fell beside her in a whisper of movement. Sparrow smiled at her as he backed up and checked the closets.

"Had to check," he smiled at her.

Sparrow crossed to the side of the bed where she lounged.

"Please," she whispered. "I need you so bad."

"Who am I to refuse such a request?" His smile had a hungry edge to it.

He kissed along her stomach and along her ribs before he skipped over her breasts to pay attention to her neck. She let out a content sigh as he lifted her off the bed. Her robe was carefully removed to be placed out of the way. The thin bra clasped in the front. It opened with less effort than it took to snap his fingers. Once she was topless he kissed and nipped along her collar bone. Her hands pushed back his hood to get to his hair.

Sparrow straightened up. His suit, except his mask, fell away to his waist.

"Wow," she trailed a finger down the center of his chest. "My ladybug costume doesn't do that."

"You have a ladybug costume?" He grinned.

"Yes," she bit her lip. "I could put it on if you like."

"No," he chuckled. "Thank you for the offer."

"I have a Cat Noir too," her fingers found his nipples as she spoke.

She circled his nipples before pinching and caressing them. He groaned as she kissed each one. Chloe licked one nipple while her hand teased the other. His groan became a growl as he pushed her back onto the bed. He slipped her yellow panties off in one smooth motion.

"Wow," she giggled.

Sparrow slid his hands back up along her legs. The heat from her cunt radiated down to her mid-thigh. He paused before his hands reached their goal.

"Excuse me, miss," his voice was a low grumble now. "Would you be kind enough to suck on my fingers?"

"Of course," she took his closest hand and lead it to her mouth.

She teased his fingers along her lips. Slowly she began to lick and suck on the first two. Sparrow let out a long, low sigh as he watched. Chloe began to bounce on his fingers while keeping her eyes locked on his. She pulled his fingers out of her mouth inch by aching inch. Her tongue played along the lips as they passed her lips.

"I'll keep that in mind," he breathed.

His hand moved to her pussy before she could say anymore. The freshly lubricated fingers brushed against the trimmed landing strip before stroking the length of her slit. She let out an honest moan as his began to tease from her clit and along her pussy. Each stroke would end with a circle of her little nub before moving back down. He would tease her opening, but not actually go deeper than just the pads of fingertips.

She began to groan and buck with each stroke. He continued his steady pace as a string of gibberish burst from her mouth with every thrust of her hips. Her legs kicked out straight as she let out a soundless scream. She melted into her bed as her eyes fluttered open.

"Fuck me, please," she panted.

Sparrow gave her a predatory smile as he slid into bed next to her. His suit seemed to drift from his body. A hungry haze settled over her eyes as Chloe looked down at his cock. She let out a little cry of shock as he pulled her to the edge of the bed. He placed both legs over his left shoulder. Her glistening cunt beckoned him forward. Carefully, he lined his cock to her slit and pushed in.

Chloe let out a long moan as he purposefully sank deeply into her. A grunt, not unlike a caveman, escaped him as their hips met. Her pussy fluttered around him. He looked into her eyes as he drew his cock back. Sparrow began to thrust slowly and steadily into her. Chloe writhed on the bed. One hand covered her mouth while the other gripped the covers.

"Oh," she panted. "Oh, shit."

Her back arched as he continued his slow, firm thrusts.

"Fuck me," she growled through gritted teeth.

Sparrow took one more long, slow thrust before he grabbed her hips and began to pound into her. Short screams of pleasure escaped her mouth, even though her fingers and clenched lips muffled the sound. He felt her legs push hard against his shoulder as her vocalizations turned in a long string of growls and cursing. Her cunt clenched around his cock, milking the shaft, and trying to get him deeper. Sparrow slowed ever so slightly to allow her to recover.

"What are you doing?" She asked as his cock out of her.

"Turn around, on your knees," he commanded.

"Naughty," she groaned as she rolled over and got up onto her knees.

Sparrow took a moment to enjoy the view of her blushing cunt. Her ass was round, if slightly skinny, but fit her. He ran an approving hand down her back.

"Oh, fuck yes," she moaned as his fingers brushed against her tailbone.

He circled the sensitive spot until she slumped onto the bed with her ass in the air. Sparrow slid his hard cock easily into her hungry pussy. His hands gripped her ass. He pushed a bit against her to get her to grind against him. Every time she did he would stop the pressure and thrust into her.

Sparrow growled as he lost himself. Her cunt quivered around him. He brushed his finger against her tailbone again. Her pussy clenched around him as she let out a loud moan. He couldn't hold back any longer. Sparrow buried his cock in her as deep as he could. His thrust pushed her flat against the bed as his cum pumped into her.

He collapsed on the bed next to her. She had a lazy grin on her face as she looked at him.

"I'll remember how sensitive your ass is," he whispered.

"I hope so," her voice had a dreamy tone to it.

Her eyes traveled down his body to where his pulsing cock still stood erect. He grunted as her hand wrapped around the shaft.

"The perks of fucking a superhero," she purred.

Sparrow pulled closer. A growl rose in his chest as their lips met. Their tongues circled each other. Her teeth brushed against his lips as he pulled away. A wisp of white smoke encased him as he stood. His suit had returned once the cloud faded.

"Until next time," he said.