The Adventures of Sparrow - 3

"Merp?" Jon asked as he got ready for school.

"What?"

"Can I take off my suit while I'm transformed?" He asked.

"Why do you want to know?" Merp asked with a broad smile. "Does it have to do with a certain blonde you visited last night?"

Jon blushed but didn't speak.

"Yes," Merp said. "You can take off your suit. It might not be easy, and you'll transform If you remove your miraculous."

"Have you noticed that the villains aren't really all that concerned with my miraculous?" Jon asked as they headed out to the street.

"Yeah," Merp said with a sigh. "I'm something of a free spirit. My partners have been master thieves as much as they've been heroes."

"Really?" Jon stopped mid-stride. "I thought kwami were supposed to bond with heroes."

Merp shrugged, "whoever finds our miraculous calls the shots. Take this Hawkmoth character. He's supposed to be making people heroes, not monsters, but his kwami doesn't have a choice," the kwami laughed. "I've had to fight a couple of his heroes in the past."

"Doesn't it bother you to be used as like that?" Jon asked.

"It did at first," Merp sighed. "After a while it wasn't all that different than being a hero. We broke into vaults instead of cracking heads. It was a nice change."

"Do you want me to be a thief?" Jon whispered.

"Jon, you're doing just fine," Merp patted him. "You're going to be late."

The kwami drifted into the pouch of the backpack that had been set up for him as Jon hurried to school. He didn't see Chloe until he got into the classroom. She sat in her usual spot. His face fell a little when he saw that constant half-glare on her face. Her eyes drifted over and instantly dismissed him.

Jon made his way to the back of the class. Rose and Juleka took their seats behind him. They were talking about the latest email Prince Ali had sent. Rose was a sweet girl. Juleka would be nice if you could get her to talk. His ears perked up at the mention of Sparrow. Unfortunately, it wasn't from behind, but the front of the room. Specifically, Sabrina nearly shouted the word. Chloe glared harshly at her.

"So much for keeping quiet," he muttered.

She was her best, and only, friend. It made sense that she would tell Sabrina. That and she had no clue that the person behind the mask was just a couple of rows away. He lost track of them as class started. It wasn't until he headed to the teacher's desk to hand in his paper that he was able to catch more of their conversation.

"You hide in the closet," Chloe whispered. "Film it all."

"But, Chloe," Sabrina bounced with worry. "If I film it, you'll be in there too. You know," she motioned to her. "Naked."

"So?" Chloe said with a huff to conceal her blush. "I have an excellent body."

Jon had to admit that was right. It was the personality attached to it that was the problem. He put the worksheet on the desk at the front. His eyes snapped to the window as the screaming started.

"I don't feel so well," he managed to get out before he rushed out the door.

"I'll check on him," a voice said before the door closed.

He stole a look behind him to see that Adrien Agreste had followed him out. Jon adjusted his path to head for the locker room. For some reason, Adrien headed for the side hallway. He didn't think anything of it as he checked to make sure he was alone in the locker room.

"Merp, let's fly," he said as he held his wrist up to eye level.

Sparrow zipped through an open window. He perched on the side of a nearby building just long enough to bound over the school. His jacket caught the wind as he glided back toward the screaming. A black streak to his right told him that Cat Noir was on the way too. He turned his attention back to the street ahead, but it appeared clear, aside from some overturned cars and torn ground. Cat Noir had paused on a rooftop to take in the scene.

"Hey, Noir," he called as he landed next to him on a roof. "Did you see anything?"

"Not a hair," Cat Noir said with a grin. "What about you, feathers?"

"Nothing," Sparrow turned his attention back to the street. "All the usual signs of an akuma pointed here."

"Screams and destruction," the black clad hero said with a nod. "I wonder where Ladybug is?"

Sparrow looked around. He hadn't seen the usual streak of red that announced her presence.

"I'm sure your lady in on her way," Sparrow said. "We can hold whatever this is off until then."

"It won't matter if she isn't here to purify the akuma," Cat Noir hopped up on the taller building next to their perch.

"Why?"

"It will spread and infect others," Cat Noir paced the rooftop. "We found that out the hard way," he snapped his fingers. "New plan, I'll be bait, you back me up."

"Wait," Sparrow said before the other could hop down. "I'll be bait. I can just glide to safety if something pops up. That and Ladybug would clip my wings if anything happened to you."

Sparrow drifted down to the street. The middle of the road was torn into chunks. Thick slabs of stone stuck out at off angles. He landed to the side of the path of destruction. The ground started to rumble. A piece of the street burst open as a large humanoid mole sprang to street level. It wore a hard hat, yellow vest, and had a pair of dark goggles over its eyes.

"I'll drag you down to my level," the akumatized villain yelled.

"A mole man?" Sparrow asked. "Isn't that a little cliché?"

"I'll show you cliché," it yelled as it pulled a chunk of stone free.

Sparrow dropped flat to the ground as the boulder sailed above him. Cat Noir dropped down, staff first, and knocked the mole man off its feet. The villain hit the ground in a puff of dirt. A moment later the mole man had disappeared completely from view.

"He can dig and tunnel," Cat said. "That's too easy."

A manhole cover arced through the sky. It landed near them with a clank. The mole man stood in the middle of the street at the end of the block.

"Come to me, my brood," the creature yelled.

A dozen holes punched through the street as smaller mole people emerged.

"Too easy?" Sparrow looked over to Cat Noir.

Noir smiled.

The two of them leaped into action. They dodged and danced around a steady volley of stone chunks. The mole man hopped back into the ground as they got closer. He popped up back the way they came as the minions continued their barrage of stone.

"This is going be our entire day, isn't it?" Cat Noir muttered.

"Better than a chemistry test," Sparrow said without a thought.

Cat Noir spared a look at him. It lingered a little too long. He was knocked onto his back as a chunk of stone slammed into his chest. One of the mole people took advantage of the distraction. It sank into the ground. A hand shot out from the street and latched onto Sparrow's ankle. His leg sank up to his thigh.

"I didn't realize how much you liked chemistry," Sparrow said as he barely dodged a rock the size of his head.

"The akuma is in his hard hat," Cat Noir said as he flipped up to his feet.

He batted a couple of stones back to the mole people. A flash of red swirled around Sparrow, just under his arm, and yanked him out of the hole. Ladybug dropped down to the street. Her yo-yo blurred into the shape of a shield as she spun it. Any stones that came near her bust into dust.

"Sorry I'm late," she said.

"Let me guess," Cat Noir said. "Chemistry test?"

Ladybug shot him a quick look. Unlike the black clad hero, she did not lose her concentration. Sparrow tossed the trio of darts in a smooth cycle that returned the first as soon as the third left its spot. Chunks of stone shattered as the projectiles intercepted their path.

"Look for the one with the hard hat," Sparrow said the mole people dropped into the ground.

"He's the one we need to get our paws on," Cat Noir chimed in.

The three moved into a steady rhythm. Lucky Charm, feathers fly, and cataclysm. The hard hard busted, the akuma was purified, and the street turned back to normal.

"So," Sparrow drew the word out. "Were we all taking a chem test today?"

Cat Noir and Ladybug traded glances.

"I know I'm new to the group," he continued. "I'm still getting accustomed to the secret identity thing, but maybe we should work together on it? You've got more to lose than me. If you want, I could go first," his bracelet beeped. "Somewhere a little less public."

He left the two of them to think of it as he bounded away. Sparrow slipped into the locker room through the same window. It was empty. He ducked into a stall and Jon came out. Adrien stood outside the locker room with a concerned look on his face.

"There you are," he said when he saw Jon. "I've been looking for you the entire period. I think we missed that test."

"Thanks," Jon said softly. "I appreciate the concern."

"No problem," Adrien gave an honest smile. "Are you feeling alright?"

"Yeah," Jon nodded. "Just feeling a little down in the dumps."

"Adrien," a quiet voice said.

The two of them turned to see Marinette with Alya close behind for support.

"I noticed you missed the test," the blush on her cheeks grew with every word. "I couldn't take notes, but the retest is tomorrow. Would you like to study," the last word was lost in a mumble.

Jon took that as a cue to leave. The snack in the bag was probably already gone. It was amazing how much the little thing could eat. He stopped by the bakery on the way home and picked up a couple of slices of fresh zucchini bread. One for him and the other for Merp.

"Today was interesting," the kwami said as they made it to his room. "Offering to show them your face."

"The chemistry thing was too odd to pass up," Jon handed Merp a slice of warm bread. "Maybe we got to the same school."

Merp was too busy chowing down to say anything.

"What if they're teachers?" He groaned. "I could be flunking their class. What if I know them? Not that I really know too many people."

Merp perched on the window ledge. He had a book propped up to read and a soft washcloth to rest on. Jon turned his attention to his homework. He had been able to convince his teacher to allow him to take the test home. She had laid out the consequences if he turned it in later than tomorrow morning. His mind would wander back to Ladybug and Cat Noir every time he started one of the questions. How many schools were there in Paris? How many had a chemistry test today? Even if, by some miracle, they went to the same school, how many other classes had the same exam? And that wasn't even counting private students.

It was a little after sunset when he finally finished the exam. Merp had finished the book and had decided to take a nap.

"Hey, Merp," Jon said to get the kwami to look at him. "Let's fly."

Sparrow looked down at his hands. He found out the other day that his jacket and gloves had come off. Merp had said that he could remove the suit if he could figure it out. He found the edge of the mask. It was stuck to his skin somehow. He didn't feel like seeing how hard he'd have to pull to get it off. Sparrow slid off the jacket and carefully took off his gloves. The boots came off easily enough. He discovered the suit completely covered his feet. His fingers carefully explored his legs but came up empty on any seams. He turned his attention to his arms and shoulders. So far he couldn't find any sort of latch, zipper, or seam. It looked like a magical transformation didn't really consider the possibility of removing the costume.

"It's a magic suit," he said softly.

Sparrow took a deep breath and drew a line down his chest with his finger. The suit relaxed against his skin as a slit formed. He chuckled as he pulled the little gap wider until he was able to pull his arms out of it. Sparrow willed the suit to return to its previous shape. It flowed over his upper body like water before it settled into its original place.

"That's pretty cool," he ran an approving hand over the suit.

He held a hand to where he had set the gloves. An unseen gust pulled a wisp of smoke from his desk to his outstretched arm. The glove took shape around his hand.

"I love magic," Sparrow laughed.

A ripple passed over him as Sparrow gave way to Jon. Merp floated up into view.

"You figured it out," there was a touch of pride as the kwami spoke.

"Does that tire you out like the other things?"

"Taking off clothes?" Merp stared at him for a moment. "You want to know if taking off clothes would make me tired?"

"Just asking," Jon rolled his eyes.

"Are we going to visit that blonde again?" Merp wiggled his eyebrows.

"I'm thinking about it."

"Learning how to take off the suit was just for the giggles?" Merp laughed.

"Are you okay with this?" Jon asked as he put away his completed homework.

"I've stolen crown jewels, fought invading armies, and drifted on the wind for years," the kwami said. "A tryst or two isn't going to bother me."

"Do you want to tell me about the others?" Jon asked.

"Not yet," Merp sighed. "Maybe after a while longer. Are you ready?"

Jon climbed up to the balcony above. He slipped onto the roof.

"We should vary where we transform," Jon muttered as he scanned the area around him.

There was a small gap between the building was on and the one next to it. Jon hopped over to it. He continued on to the next roof. The one beyond that was a small drop.

"Merp, let's fly," he said as he landed.

Sparrow sprang into the sky. He glided down a few streets over. Cat Noir joined him a moment later.

"I didn't see you," Sparrow said as he looked over at the black clad hero.

"I was looking for you," Noir said.

"Yeah?"

"I've been thinking about what you said earlier," Cat Noir continued. "Sharing our identities."

"I've been thinking about it too," Sparrow said.

"It should be a group choice," Cat Noir said. "Do you want to join me for a patrol?"

Sparrow smiled, "thanks, but I think we'd cover more ground on our own."

Cat Noir looked at him for a moment.

"I have plans," his cheeks turned red.

A smile spread across the black clad hero's face. Cat Noir gave him a two-finger salute before he started his patrol. Sparrow watched him go before he began a wide, switch-back circle to where Chloe lived. She might be an unbearable bitch, but that didn't mean he needed to lead a crazed villain to her. Hawkmoth didn't to be all that interested in him, or his miraculous, but that could change. That and he didn't want the others to see where he was going. He didn't think they'd really understand what he was doing especially since he didn't.

He glided down to the balcony to see that Chloe was lounging in one of the chairs. She wore a matching lacy bra and panties set that bordered on lingerie. Her mouth curved into a smile as she saw him land.

"You're late," she said as she stood and crossed his arms. "We're going to the bed, this time."

Chloe walked inside without a look back at him. He smiled. The bedroom where Sabrina would be hiding to record them. He wasn't sure what her plan would really accomplish. She could try to blackmail him with it, or even sell it, but she would be more exposed than he was, literally. Maybe she was hoping that it would bring her celebrity status.

He followed her to the bedroom. She leaned against her bedpost in a pose that showed off the wonderful lines of her body. There were a couple of silk lengths of cloth that hung down by her headboard. They had been anchored on the posts and the bar at the top. He looked at them.

"To spice things up," she purred.

"For you, or me?" He asked.

Her smile turned hungry. She strode over to him. Her hands ran across his chest, up his shoulders, and took his jacket off in one smooth motion. He made a little hum of approval. She reached for his gloves next. Sparrow held up his hand and wiggled a finger at her. He carefully removed his gloves as she watched. Her eyes traveled down the white suit.

"Does," she whispered. "Does it come off?"

"Not yet," he said with a sharp grin.

He lifted her and gentle laid her out on the bed. She moaned a little too loud as he kissed her stomach. He pretended not to notice as Chloe overreacted to every nibble and lick. She was too busy putting on a show for the camera to realize he had her hands over her head. A quick slip here and there secured her hands in the long strands of silk.

Chloe looked at him as the realization sunk in. She pulled on the silk wraps, but they didn't move. Sabrina had done her best to make sure they would hold a superhero. He ran his hands down her sides as he slid back down. Her eyes found his as his lips pressed into her cunt over the black lace panties. Each lick was long and slow. Her moans pushed him further. He growled into her pussy after every stroke. Her thighs pressed against the sides of his head.

She watched as he moved off the bed. He stood for a moment looking at the beautifully disheveled girl. Her eyes practically burned with lust. She smiled as he took in the sight of her. He kissed and nibbled on her thighs to distract her as he slowly looped the blanket around her feet. Sparrow stood again. He gave the improvised rope a small tug to tighten it.

Chloe let out a long breath as she looked from her hands to her feet.

"Now what?" She asked in a husky voice.

"Now," Sparrow maintained eye contact as he walked to the other side of the bed. "You learn a lesson."

Her forehead scrunched up at his words. Sparrow took a step back. He opened the closet. Sabrina stood frozen with one hand holding the camera and the other between her legs. Her simple white panties were around her ankles. Sparrow smiled at her. She started to stutter something as he swept her up into his arms.

"What are you doing?" Chloe demanded.

"This is your friend," Sparrow said as he caught the panties and tossed them across the room. "Sabrina, if I'm not mistaken."

Sabrina let out a little squeak as she nodded. He set her down on the edge of the large bed so that her head was in line with her friends.

"Sabrina is a nice girl," he continued as he nuzzled her neck. "She is polite, sweet, and selfless. I would like to kiss you, Sabrina. May I do that?"

Sabrina nodded as the flush on her cheeks brightened.

Sparrow leaned in and gently brushed his lips against her. He lingered, kissing sweetly again. The next she returned hungrily pressing her tongue into his mouth. She looked up at Chloe who was glaring at her.

"Sorry," she managed to say.

"There is nothing to be sorry about," Sparrow spoke before Chloe could. "I told Chloe that I would be back, if she was nice," he looked the shy girl in the eyes. "I would like to taste you. May I?"

Sabrina shivered at his words. She nodded. Sparrow nibbled lightly on her neck before he shifted his attention lower. His fingers trailed slowly up her thigh until it found her warmth. Her breath caught as the tips of his fingers brushed against her mound of pubic hair. She was incredibly wet already.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," he said as he stroked the soft skin beside her lips.

"Please," she whispered as she tore her gaze from Chloe to him. "Lick my pussy."

Sparrow grinned as he lifted her skirt like unwrapping a present. A cute tuft of orange hair almost glowed against her pale skin. He kissed each thigh before he turned his attention to her pussy. There was no teasing, nor punishment. He swirled his tongue around her clit. She taste was a mingle of sweet and musk. His tongue dipped along her glistening, rosy folds. She moaned as her pussy pulled him deeper. His tongue wiggled inside her as her hands found the sides of his head. Her thighs clamped against him, locking her fingers in place, as she came.

Sabrina shuddered as she opened her eyes to see Chloe still staring right at her. The blonde had started to breathe deeply from the show. Sparrow rose from the trembling cunt. He locked eyes with Chloe.

"It pays to be nice," he said as he ran a finger along his jaw to catch the escaping juices. Sparrow sucked the digit clean as he looked down at Sabrina. "Would you like me to undress you?"

"N-no," she said as she crossed her arms tight across her chest. "Sorry."

Sparrow shook his head, "there is nothing to be sorry about. Would you like to continue?"

Her eyes dropped to his visible bulge. She pressed her lips tight as her eyes drifted up to Chloe. The blonde narrowed her eyes as she looked at her friend. Ever so slightly, she nodded. Sabrina turned her attention back to him. She gave a single nod.

Sparrow willed his suit to drop away. A moment later it crumpled to the ground, including his boots. Two sets of eyes scanned his taut torso down to his eager cock. A single vein pulsed along the top of his shaft. The head of his cock swelled under their gaze. Sabrina reached up to her friend and grabbed her hand.

The tip of his pulsing cock brushed against her slit. He guided it with his hand, teasing her just a touch as he trailed the head along her pussy. She shuddered as he slid into her. Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed into her. Her walls pressed against his cock in time with her heartbeat. The moist, clenching pull was almost too much to take. He let out a long moan as their hips met. Her pussy pulled him closer. Chloe held the redhead's gaze through it all.

Slowly he began to pull back. He had to fight the urge to plunge hard back into her as her cunt began to flutter around him. Sparrow drew his cock out until only his head was still inside. He carefully pushed back into her.

"Chloe," Sabrina moaned. "It's amazing. His... his cock is amazing."

Chloe didn't reply. She was enthralled by the show.

Sabrina pushed against him as he completed each stroke. He hooked his arms under her legs and placed them on his shoulders. Her eyes rolled back in her head as he plunged deeper into her. His hands found hers as he began to thrust harder.

Sparrow moaned as her hungry cunt pulsed around him. Sabrina screamed gibberish as her ankles locked together. She bucked against him as all the while her friend watched. Sparrow couldn't hold it any longer. He growled as he thrust as deeply as he could. Her pussy went wild as it filled with his cum.

He let out a ragged breath as he lowered her legs back to the bed. Their lips met. Her tongue pressed passed his lips and wrestled with his. She plopped back on the bed with a smile on her face. Her eyes found Chloe.

"That was..." she closed her eyes and drifted off.

Sparrow pulled his softening member out of her. Chloe looked up at him. Each breath rocked her body. She watched as he picked up the phone. He winked at her as he deleted the film.

"Chloe," he said as he strolled to the other side of the bed where she was tied. "Did you enjoy the show?"

"You're a bastard," her voice had a hungry edge to it.

"If you're good," he kissed her gently on her forehead. "I'll be back tomorrow."

His suit formed back around him. He pulled a piece of the silk strip. Her right hand dropped to her side. She was still breathing hard as he walked out to the balcony. He didn't remember the trip back home, but he slept very well that night.