Chat Noir and The Cynic both run away together after severely pissing off Team Ladybug, and are always transformed to stay on high alert.
After a while Chat Noir starts craving cheese, to the point where he can't function without it.
The Cynic however starts needing blood, and the instant Chat Noir he's like. Finally. I can offer my essense, my very being, to the creature who has bewitched my soul
*DRAMATIC SIGH* I've been planning on saving the vampire shit for the defining feature of the CynAdri dynamic (this pairing idiots make love like a phlebotomist's wet dream with their horrendous blood-consuming sluttery). But I can make an exception here. Because I don't give you guys enough of Adrien's masochism.
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"I can just take it from someone else," Cynic said, their mouth already dangerously close to Chat's neck. The longer the coyote had stayed in costume, the more all of them had blurred together, until you couldn't really tell whether they were a man or woman to begin with—But that was the least of Chat's problems, anyways.
He winced at the feeling of Cynic's breath on his skin, gripping both of Cynic's hands tightly. He wasn't exactly pinned against a wall of any sort, even if he looked like it; The way their hands were interlocked seemed to push into and pull against in equal amounts to keep both of them still. Terribly still. The anticipation was consuming him from the inside.
"Please." He couldn't look Cynic in the eye when he asked for it. "...Please."
Chat felt Cynic breathe against his neck again—this time in a low, quiet laugh—and he felt his knees grow weak at the feeling. Cynic ripped one of their hands away from Chat's own, gripping him by the waist and pulling him closer to them.
"Fine," Cynic hissed, pulling Chat in to sink their fangs properly into his neck. "You do taste delicious, I guess."
