The Adventures of Sparrow - 2

Sparrow landed in front of the monster in the middle of the street. It had a ragged cloth wrapped around its head with a slanted face painted on it. The arms were too long for its height and frayed ropes dangled from its wrists. More ripped and ragged clothing hung about its torso. It looked like the lovechild of a clown and a scarecrow. There were six of its victims who had turned to clothes stuffed with straw.

"Help," a familiar voice called.

Just behind the Scareclown he could see Chloe trapped in the back of her limo. The driver was now a bundle of straw that was leaning against the door. Why she didn't just go out the other side was beyond him. The Scareclown took advantage of his momentary distraction.

Unlike the other akumatized villains he had run into this one was eerily silent. True, that mime Ladybug and Cat Noir had fought didn't speak, but that was a mime. Maybe it was because its mouth was just a swath of paint, or its equally false eyes. It was creepy.

The ropes on its arms lashed out at him. Sparrow tossed two of his darts. They sent the ropes up in an arc as they connected. He rushed in, brought up the third dart, and tossed it straight for the Scareclowns face. It deflected the dart with one of the ropes.

"Feathers fly!" He yelled as he grabbed his sleeves and yanked them forward.

Dagger-like feathers shot from his jacket. They hooked into the Scareclown sending it sailing back into the car. It struggled against the sudden bondage.

A red and black spotted set of mittens slipped over the Scareclowns hands locking the ropes in place. Noir pounced; his claws slashed at its head. The mask, while it looked like ragged cloth was actually as hard as stone, crumbled. Ladybug stepped up, grabbed the pin on its collar, and smashed it in her hand. The akuma was cleansed and things went back to normal. A young street performer looked up at them in confusion.

"Pound it," Cat said holding out his fist.

Ladybug did.

"You too, Sparrow," Ladybug said with a small wave.

"Thanks," he smiled and added his fist to theirs.

"You saved me," Chloe called as she ran over to them.

Ladybug winced and braced for impact. Sparrow looked down in surprise as the blonde wrapped her arms around him. She planted a rough kiss on him just as suddenly. He was aware of a small flash. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see her phone being held out to capture the moment. Carefully, Sparrow put his hands on her shoulders and moved her back a step.

"My hero," she said with a flutter of her eyelashes.

He looked to Ladybug who looked on in shock. Cat Noir hid his mouth behind his hand trying to hold in his laughter.

"I've got to go," Sparrow said as his bracelet began to beep.

"Don't be a stranger," Chloe called after him as he jumped away.

He switched back once he was out of view. Merp landed on his shoulder.

"What was that?" He asked the kwami as they walked.

"I believe it's called a kiss," the little thing said.

"Funny."

"What's the matter?" Merp asked. "A cute girl kissed you."

"That was Chloe," he said. "You've seen how she acts at school. She treats everyone like dirt. Sabrina is her only friend, and she still is a complete jerk to her."

"She's cute," Merp repeated.

"I guess," Jon shrugged. "It's hard to get beyond her attitude."

"She's rich," Merp added.

"So?"

"Some people like that," Merp sighed. "Could you imagine what we could do with extra cash? Get our room decked out in the best. Maybe even buy that empty floor in the house."

"If I won the lottery, sure," Jon shook his head. "Now, hide, I'm almost to school."

"See, I told you we were an item," Chloe said holding out her phone.

A few of the other girls were gathered around looking at the screen. Alya looked particularly interested.

"Are you sure that's safe?" Marinette asked. "Putting it out there in the open? What if someone comes after you to get to him?"

There was something in her voice that bordered on playfulness. Chloe waved her words away.

"Sparrow would protect me," she said as she turned away. "He visits me every night to make sure I'm safe."

"Could I use that photo on my blog?" Alya asked.

"Of course," Chloe tapped her screen a few times and the other phone dinged with a message.

"Every night?" Sabrina asked as she looked at Chloe with wide eyes. "How does he visit you?"

"Not like that," Chloe rolled her eyes. "He stops by my balcony, we talk, and if he's good, I give him a goodnight kiss."

"Do you know his secret identity?" Sabrina asked, completely buying in to the story.

"No," Chloe huffed. "I don't want the boring guy behind the mask. I'm Sparrows' chick."

Marinette and Alya split from the group first. A couple of girls from one of the other classes stuck around, but there was enough room to get in now. He made it to the classroom on time and found his seat in the back.

She was lying, he knew that, and probably the most of them did too. Chloe, the queen bitch, long may she reign, had the hots for Sparrow. He was Sparrow. It just didn't sit right in his head. Maybe he should talk to Ladybug or Cat Noir the next time he worked with them. They had to have had experience with unwanted attention.

Was it unwanted? No one had noticed him even after being Sparrow for a couple of weeks now. The only time he got any attention was when he had his powers. For a moment he wondered if anyone would actually recognize him if he turned back to Jon in front of them.

Chloe sauntered in with a satisfied smirk on her face. Sabrina trailed a step behind. For once, he actually looked at her. She wore her usual yellow coat, striped shirt, and white pants. Her hair was up in a styled ponytail with a couple of strands hanging down by her ears that she claimed took an insane amount of money to set up. He had never noticed how nice of an ass she had. When she was spitting venom at people her lips were full of a slight pout to them.

He spent the rest of the day rather distracted by her. The more he watched her the more he realized that she was attractive. She would probably be popular if she had a better attitude. He knew that Kim had a short-lived crush on her. There would probably be more if she didn't constantly remind people that she was the mayor's daughter and break people down.

Jon walked home alone. His mother was still at work and his father was busy working on a painting. It wasn't one for the museum, this was an original work. He looked a lot like his father. Brown hair, brown eyes, and a slim build. Luckily he didn't have the hooked nose or turkey-esque Adams apple.

"Hey dad," he said as he walked through the living room.

His dad waved to him but didn't speak. Jon closed the door to his room and sat down at his desk. Merp rested on the top of the monitor.

"I bet I can guess what you're thinking about," Merp gave him a wide smile.

"You're not helping," he muttered.

Jon turned on the computer. Hopefully some random web browsing would do something to take his mind off of Chloe. He drifted through his usual sites before he stole a look at Merp. The kwami had drifted over to the bowl of peanuts that were set out for him and had started to snack. He pulled up the Ladyblog once he was sure that Merp was busy. The first story involving Sparrow had been posted shortly after the Queen of Diamonds akuma. It had been mostly speculation if he was an actual hero, or if he was another villain trying to trick them. Over the next few posts, mentions of him drifted to the background and slowly incorporated into the team. The picture from today with all three of them putting in their fists was on the main page. He smiled as he clicked on the link.

The article gave a good summary of the encounter, who the victim was, and a contact sheet for a support group for people who had been transformed. Alya ran a quality blog. He hit the 'subscribe' button and scrolled down to read more. It wasn't until the bottom of the page that he saw a familiar picture. The photo was from an angle, but it was clearly Chloe kissing him. The top of his hood obscured most of his face, but he could still see the blush on his cheeks. It was attached to a photo gallery of embarrassing pictures.

"What are you looking at?" Merp asked from his peanut bowl.

"Nothing," Jon said as he clicked another link.

"You're blushing."

"Merp," he said with a sigh.

He caught sight of the sky outside. It was already dark. Jon looked at the clock on the computer. Somehow it was already after nine at night. It wasn't incredibly late, but that meant that he'd spent a good few hours online without doing a shred of homework. On the other hand, that also meant that he hadn't needed to go fight some super villain.

His body finally got through to his brain. He got a quick snack from the kitchen and put in an appearance with his folks. His dad hadn't moved from his spot, but his mother was already dressed for bed. Jon wondered if he'd be invited to patrol now that he was accepted into the hero club.

"Maybe I should do one on my own," he said.

"What was that?" His mother asked.

"Talking to myself," Jon smiled.

"That's fine," she turned back to the book she was reading. "It's getting into an argument that you need to worry about."

"I'll remember that thanks. Goodnight, I'm going to head to bed early," Jon said as he headed back to his room.

"Night," his mom called after him.

His dad gave a small grunt of acknowledgment. Jon closed the door. He stopped just long enough to arrange his covers to look like he was sleeping. Then he turned off the light and headed to the roof.

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

Jon hovered in the air and came back to the roof as Sparrow. He leaped into the sky. His route took him in a quick circuit of the city. He tried to tell himself the path was completely random, but then he found himself in front of the hotel where Chloe lived. Sparrow paced on a roof nearby. He didn't know what would happen if Ladybug or Cat Noir saw him. More pressing, what if Chloe saw him? Did he want her to see him? What if she wasn't there? Surely there had to be security cameras. It was a luxury hotel after all.

Sparrow sprang up into the air. He bounced off the side of the hotel to a nearby roof before he bounded up onto the balcony where Chloe lived. She probably didn't remember, but he'd been here once before. A few years ago, she had a birthday party where she invited the entire school. It was just a chance for her to show off, but a lot of people came. He was one of them.

He saw her standing on the balcony as he glided down to her. Her eyes grew wide as she saw him. She wore a pair of yellow-gold pajamas. The buttons were shiny black. Her hair hung loosely down below her shoulders.

"Sparrow," she squeaked as he landed. "What are you doing here?"

"We need to talk about earlier," he scanned the balcony.

There were a few seats, a table with an umbrella, and a couple of lounge chairs. He opted to lean against the railing like she had been before he landed.

"Oh?" She asked as the familiar look slid onto her face. "Came back for more? I knew I was irresistible."

"You kissed me without my permission, you took a photo of it, and you posted it online," he said as his voice drifted a bit lower than usual. "Not only that, but you've been spreading word that you and I are an item."

"Is that so bad?" She took a step closer to him.

"Chloe," he caught her hand before she could touch him. "What are you doing?"

"Wondering if that suit comes off," she smiled.

He put her hands by her side.

"First, you do not kiss me unless I give you permission," he said as he held her. "Second, you make yourself a target by saying you're close to me. And third," he took a step closer and kissed her.

It was rough and fast. He took a breath through his nose before he kissed her deeply. His tongue reached out and circled hers. When he pulled away he found his head spinning.

"And third?" She whispered.

"Third," he said as he let out a breath. "That is a kiss."

"Do you want to come in?" She asked as she bit her lower lip.

A small voice told him that this was crazy. This was Chloe, the girl who didn't have a nice bone in her body. What the hell was he doing? He should turn around and get back on patrol.

"Yes," he said as he led her to the door.

"I'm the one in charge," she said as she tried to walk ahead of him.

He swooped her off her feet and carried her into the room.

"That's cute," he smiled.

He set her down once they were inside. She stared into his eyes. They were the same height when she wasn't in heels. Her hand touched his chest. Slowly she began to explore it, all the while keeping eye contact. Her hand touched the edge of his jacket.

"Is it a part of you?" She asked as she looked at him.

"It's a jacket," Sparrow said as he slipped it off and put it on a nearby chair.

His dark brown hair was on full display without the jacket. The white suit contrasted against the brown-black gloves and boots. She leaned in to kiss him. He took a step back.

"Ground rules," he said as he held a hand up between them.

"Like what?" She crossed her arms and settled into a pose he knew all too well.

"The mask stays on," he said.

"Deal."

"You keep your mouth shut."

"What?"

"How many super powered crazies do I fight in a week?" He asked. "Imagine if just one of them decided to put you on the end of a hook as bait. Literally."

She shuddered but stayed firm. Her blues eyes glared at him.

"I can take care of myself," she huffed.

Sparrow grabbed his coat and turned to the door.

"Fine," she said a little too quickly. "My lips are sealed. Anything else?"

"If things get too intense, we stop," he said.

"I may be a princess, but I'm not a damsel in distress," she laughed.

Sparrow put his jacket back on the chair. He strode over to the fireplace. Why it was there, he did not know. He picked up a poker and bent it into a 'W' shape. She watched as he put it back to as straight as he could.

"Point made," she gave a small shrug as she spoke. "Anything else?"

"Take off your top," Sparrow said.

She looked at him and laughed. After a moment she stopped.

"You're serious?" Chloe asked.

Sparrow slipped his off his gloves and placed them on his jacket. He crossed to her in a slow, steady pace. His fingers trailed along the line of her jaw. He kissed her along her neck. The tension in her shoulder eased. He nibbled lightly on her ear and was rewarded with a soft moan. His fingers trailed down her arms until they found her hands. He drew soft circles around her wrists and palms. Sparrow brought one hand up to her mouth. He kissed her now sensitive wrist. He nibbled on her skin as he started sucking. There was a small pop as his lips came away from her wrist. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing faster.

"What the hell was that?" She asked as she half-opened her eyes.

"Take off your top," he repeated.

She nodded and began to undo her buttons. He reached out. The buttons popped off with a single, small tug exposing the sheer yellow bra she wore. Her cheeks flushed as he took her in.

"Are you going to touch them, or just stare?" She asked with a slight quiver in her usual tone.

"Nice girls get treated nicely," he said as he swooped her off her feet and deposited her gently on the floor.

His finger trailed along the underside of the bra as he watched her face. The mask of composure began to slip as her breathing increased. She gave a little gasp as he snapped the bra into half with a single finger. Her expensive tan didn't have any lines. The pert, pink nipples roused under his gaze. Achingly slow, he leaned closer to her chest. Her hands ran through his hair as his lips touched her collar bone.

Sparrow took a nice, deep breath after each kiss as he worked along her shoulders and then down along the space between her breasts. She whimpered as his breath touched one of her erect nipples. He moved on to her ribs. The tip of his nose brushed against the underside of her breast as he nibbled.

"Stop teasing me," she hissed.

His lips moved down her stomach, a whisper above her skin. She began to writhe as he kissed along her bellybutton. His fingers slipped along the waist of her pajama bottoms but didn't move them any lower.

"I said, stop teasing me," she repeated.

Sparrow looked up at her, "nice girls, get treated nicely. Can you tell me that you're a nice girl?"

"Of course, I am," her usual tone began to push out the desire in her voice. "Everyone loves me."

"Really?"

She spread her legs as he moved lower. Chloe looked at him in confusion as her pants were still in place.

"I could ask anyone," he said as he slid a soft finger along her crotch. "And they would tell me you were a nice girl?"

"Yes," she whimpered as she tried to push into him.

"I don't think that's true," he said.

She opened her mouth to protest. Before she could, Sparrow pressed his mouth into the fabric that blocked her cunt and began to hum. She rocked as the vibrations resonated through her. Her hands found the side of his head. She tried desperately to push him deeper into her. Her hands gripped his hair faster and faster.

"No," Chloe said as he leaned away from her. "Get back here and finish what you started."

Sparrow smiled down at the half naked girl. Her hair was a mess, the remnants of her bra hung along the sides of her chest, and she was glaring at him. Damn, she was sexy. Her breasts were just big enough for him to cup in a hand, if he so desired, and her nipples begged to be touched, kissed, bit, and pressed against his bare chest.

"That doesn't sound very nice," he chuckled.

Her breathing began to slow as she watched him.

"Please," she whispered.

"What?"

"Please," she said a little louder. "Please, don't tease me anymore."

"All you had to do was ask nicely," he grinned as he crawled up to look her in the eyes.

Their hungry lips connected in a spark. His tongue found hers. She tasted of strawberries. Her teeth raked lightly along his lip as he pulled away for a breath. He leaned back just enough to give space for his hands between them. She groaned as he ran his fingers up the side of her body to her breasts. His fingers explored the soft skin and erect nipples gently at first. She shuddered as he leaned down to kiss one and then the other. Chloe pressed her chest up to meet him.

"Now," his voice had dropped deeper than usual. "Take of your pants."

She practically kicked him in the face as she flung her pajamas somewhere in the room. He kissed down her neck and took a moment to apply just a touch more pressed with his teeth on her nipples. Sparrow paused to appreciate the gorgeous young woman before him. He shifted down lower and placed her legs onto his shoulders. She gave him a questioning look a moment before he slipped his head down to the heat of her cunt.

"You're a brunette," he chuckled.

"Shut up," she snapped.

"I will spank you."

Chloe squeaked as his tongue found the top of her slit. He dipped lower to discover the rest of her pussy. Sparrow shifted his head to adjust his reach. His long lapped the length of her cunt, drinking in her wetness. Her legs pushed down onto him as he darted his tongue up to the little nub he'd first discovered. Her musk and juices mingled together as a sharp, almost sweet taste. He increased his speed. A long lick from bottom to top, a swirl around her clit, and then pressing the tip of his tongue into her. Her cunt flexed, trying to pull him deeper. His hands ran along the side of her body. They found her breasts and nipples on instinct.

"Sparrow," she moaned as her hands gripped his hair hard.

His tongue slowed. Each long lick was punctuated with a small roll of her nipples. His tongue circled her one last time. Chloe went rigid for a moment before she started to thrust and buck against his tongue. He continued long, slow licks of her slit as she bucked.

"Oh shit," she began to repeat. Each time was a little different than the last.

Finally, she slumped onto the floor. Sparrow raised himself up to rest with his knees under him. He grinned as he saw her eyes were half closed and she had a lazy smile on her face. Her golden hair had fanned out above her head giving the impression that she had stuck her finger in a light socket.

"That," she sounded nearly asleep. "Was wonderful."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said as he stood.

"You're leaving?"

"Yes," he put on his gloves and then slid on his jacket. "I'll be back tomorrow. If you're good."