Throwing off the akuma left him dizzy, heart racing, mouth dry.
His uncle - probably not, might be a sentibeing. 
Like him. Like Adrien. Disposable.
His stomach twisted. Very Disposable.
"That's not really what you want, is it?" He asks, breathless. "You know I would be a terrible Akuma." His eyes burned, but he refused to cry. His amok was with Adrien's- safe and far away. The copy he wore had no power. "You have enough trouble controlling them when they don't already hate you."
Cards on the table, mostly. Not that it was a secret. Their mutual loathing, the sharp taste of hate in his mouth.
He reached up and tugged at his collar. "But of you let me go, you could have what you want. We look so much alike. Like her." He was pressed against the wall, the picture.
His aunt was gone, but he could still wrap her presence around him. He opened his eyes and looked at the Sentibeing. "And Adrien would never have to know."
"And how would you make use of that, I wonder?" The sentibeing stared down at him, stepping forward, crowding him.
Felix couldn't retreat any further, there was nowhere for him to go. So he did something else - he ran his fingers through his hair, and caught his lower lip between his teeth, letting his voice shift to Adrien's. "How would you make use of me, father?"
The sentibeing's breath caught, and Felix felt some of his terror abate - it was shored up by a new fear of how far he could take this before his courage failed him.
"This is an unexpected tactic for you, Felix."
"Adrien." He reminded, hand lifting to wrap around the sentibeing's wrist. "Don't you want this for yourself, Father?"
The wall clicked open behind him, and relief and fear warred in his stomach.
He stepped back into it, an arm wrapping around his chest. "You will continue your duties." His uncle's voice said, vibration against his back.
The sentibeing nodded, but not before giving him a long look before the wall closed between them.
His uncle was breathing hard as he led him, and he knew the urgency that led him wouldn't give him much time. The world opened up around him, and he gazed at the myriad of butterflies. "Father?" He questioned, keeping the sound of Adrien in his mouth.
He kept their minds as far apart as he could manage. Adrien needed no inkling of this, wouldn't understand what Felix was doing or the fact that he was doing it for them.
"You really are hungry for it, aren't you?" His uncle murmered, hand trailing over his throat.
"I want to make you happy, father. That's all I ever wanted." Felix responded, earnest, eyes on his face.
"Show me." His uncle commanded, and crushed their mouths together.
Felix had a moment of trying to figure out how Adrien would kiss, and finally settled on pressing back, but not quiet as hungrily. Little gasps and clinging hands, tiny almost voiceless whimpers as he clutched at his wrists.
He was breathless when his uncle pulled away, his lower lip stinging from the roughness.
"You were made to want, weren't you?" Gabriel's voice was rough. "Always what you couldn't have. Dark Wings Fall." 
His uncle stood before him, eyes trailing hungrily over his face. "Take this off." He tugged lightly at the vest.
"Yes, father." He murmered, dropping his eyes bashfully as he unbuttoned his vest, biting his lip. "Should I take off my shirt as well?"
"Do so." Gabriel took his vest, taking a deep breath of it. 
Felix didn't make a face, but his stomach turned. He settled for unbuttoning his shirt. Keeping the movements small and shy - Adeien would be shy. Adrien would make himself small.
He shrugged out of his shirt, licking his lip and looking up through his eyelashes.
Gabriel kissed him again, trailing them downward over his chest.
Felix made a breathy sound, shivering as the lips touched his neck. Adrien was ticklish there. "Father." He breathed, fingers twitching.
"Perfection." Teeth met breifly at his throat, but didn't linger. The mouth did, and Félix's moan wasn't entirely faked, his body stimulated and confused.
Good. His uncle would expect to see some evidence of his enjoyment.
His uncle undid his belt, pushing his trousers down the moment they were no longer held in place.
He let a little gasp leave him at the brush of cold as his pants went with them.
He let himself shiver as the hand rubbed over his hips, cupping his ass. "Father?" He put a little tremor in his voice and then felt his stomach lurch and his cheeks flushed when he caught Nooroo's horrified gaze.
"Nooroo." His uncle purred. "You and Duusu will wait in my office."
The kwami vanished without a sound, and Félix felt a tremulous sigh leave him. This would be hard enough without an audience. 
Fingers pinched one of his nipples, roiling over it until the skin stood hard and pebbly in the chilled air.
"Father, please." He whimpered, putting the shame somewhere else inside himself. 

"Eager." Gabriel's mouth took his again, rough as he kissed him hard, sucking and biting. 

Felix made himself react, little mewls and shuddering breaths, tiny shudders as he pushed closer. Adrien was skin-hungry and desperate. He would be trying to get as much skin contact as he was allowed. 

So Felix would do the same. 

There was a small click, and something cold and wet pushed up against him. The smell made him think it was lotion, and his entire body quivered with the thought of how inadequate whatever his uncle had in his pocket was going to be as lube. But his mind shoved that thought away.
Adrien wouldn't know, would be eager, open. He could let the pain go later when he was out of there. 

"Have you been playing with yourself?" Gabriel murmured, finger pushing slowly inside him. 

"Thinking of you dad- father." He let the breath shudder out of him. "Please. Please." 
"Patience. Let me do this." 

At least the illusion awarded him that, a chance to loosen up a little before his uncle pushed inside him. He nodded quickly, sucking on his lip in what he hoped was a relatively innocent pose. 
His uncle must have been watching ****, probably of boys that looked not unlike Adrien. The thought disgusted him, even as he used that very fact to save his own life. He mewled as another finger pushed inside him, pumping slowly before spreading apart. 

Felix whimpered softly, pressing his cheek to the suit jacket his uncle was wearing. "Father." 

Gabriel tipped up his chin, kissing him again with the thick fingers spearing him open. It would hurt if he hadn't shut down; it would probably have hurt. 

Maybe he was meant for this, and nobody had told him. 

His uncle had chairs down here, even a small table, and that was where he expected to end up. He wasn't expecting the fingers to be pulled away so his uncle could disrobe and found himself watching with wide eyes as the man stripped naked, only to take him by the hand and lead him to one of the chairs. 

Felix, given a choice between being thrown on the table and maintaining some small iota of control, took the chance afforded to him and straddled his uncle's lap. "Adrien."
"Please da-father." He whimpered. "Please. I want you inside me." 

Gabriel's gaze settled on him for a moment, narrowing. "Very well. Show me." 

He swallowed, shy and nervous, trying to project the air of innocence as he clumsily grabbed the cock between his legs, pushing it against his asss as he rocked backward.
Later, later he would let himself scream. Now. Now he whimpered and moaned and whispered pleas as he worked it into him; Gabriel's eyes never left his face, mouth parted, face hungry. 

And he was expecting his Uncle's patience with the performance to snap far before it did before hands found his hips and pulled him down - but when it happened, his entire body felt briefly like it was being torn in half. Whimpering, he clung to the man's shoulders. "Daddy." 

"Yes. Fuck, Adrien." The gasping noise made him feel briefly powerful, and he let the low, childish whine leave him. "Good boy." 

It went quickly after that, and Felix felt - pain, surely, somewhere distant where it couldn't touch him. Shame, too, because it felt - good. 

Beyond the pain, there was pleasure. He let that bolster him, even as he hated himself for it. 

Gabriel's guttural cry as he came was no weaker than Felix's shocked one - he hadn't been expecting it, and it caught him entirely off guard when it happened; the cum painting his uncle's stomach had surely appeared from somewhere else. 

His uncle chuckled softly, kissing his hand and slipping off his ring.
"No-" It was a fake, but Gabriel didn't know that. Couldn't know that. 

"Be quiet, Felix." He let the silence fall around him, the blank look he knew would have come over him the moment his amok was engaged. 

"This was a delightful game." His uncle turned the ring around in his fingers. "Perhaps there is some use for you."
He had not been given permission to speak, so he kept his silence, kept the wooden, empty expression his uncle was expecting written all over his face. 

"But you will tell no one of this nor write or communicate it in any fashion. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Uncle." He kept his tone wooden, insides tightening around the lingering intrusion. 

"Mhm. Yes. You will tell your mother you wish to move to France. Some excuse about my son." Gabriel ordered him. "You're intelligent, Felix; I am sure you will find some way to convince her." 

He nodded, feeling that it was needed. 

"Tomorrow, you will come back. Bring lube unless you want me to find some other interim substance." His uncle gripped his hips, pulling him down on the softening cock. 

He nodded again, waiting for the show to be over. Letting himself wince a little. 

Gabriel pulled out of him, and a rush of fluid followed, dripping down his thighs. 

"Clean up the mess you made," Gabriel ordered, indicating his stomach.
Felix leaned forward and started to lick, sensing what would be the most effective illusion of submitting to the man. He licked until there wasn't a speck of cum to be found on his skin and paused, looking up at him for other orders. 

"Go get my clothes."
It took every iota of his restraint not to roll his eyes, but he managed - just as he managed to hold his composure as he switched the  Peacock and the Butterfly with the replicas his uncle had been so kind as to have made for him. 

"Dress and go. Tomorrow, you will come back." His uncle slid the ring on his finger, and Felix tried not to rush through getting himself dressed, the Miraculous burning in his pockets. "Leave the underwear."
Another restrained eye-roll. 

The moment the door opened, he was gone, the edge of the Butterfly dug into his palm as he ran. 

"Nooroo?" He whispered, finally hunkered down behind a trashcan. 

"Felix!" The Kwami almost flung himself at him. "What were you doing? Are you hurt?"
"I'm alright." He was sore, and he could feel something trickling down his leg. "Are you ok?"
Nooroo's eyes were huge, full of tears. "What are you going to do?"
"Get back to London with the two of you as quickly as possible." He cupped the Kwami in his hand. "Duusu?" 

Duusu looked even more worried than Nooroo, but came just as easily to his hand. "You're hurting."
"I'm trying not to have a panic attack." He admitted to the Kwami, swallowing back his bile. "I have to get our Amoks."
"Let us get them." Nooroo rubbed against his cheek. "Please, Felix. You could really be hurt, he wasn't gentle. Was he?"
"Gentler than he could have been."

"Felix." Nooroo's tone was almost scolding. 

He laughed, sitting against the wall. "I did it."
"You-" Nooroo paused, then nuzzled against him again. "You did. You won."
The tears that rushed to his eyes had been trapped somewhere inside him for years, and the hiccup was less dignified than everything else that had gone on today. "I did it. It's over." 

"He's crying." Duusu sounded distressed. 

"Sometimes humans need to cry," Nooroo answered softly. "This is one of them, old friend." 

"Oh, Felix." Duusu's voice was soft, and his touch on the other side of his head was even softer. "It's alright. We're all safe now." 

Felix nodded,d because he knew that. That had been the point of everything. But at the end of it, he still had to deal with the fact that he had just had sex with his uncle while pretending to be Adrien. 

He wasn't sure he was going to be able to look him in the eye any time soon - not that he would have a chance. Once his Uncle realized that he had the Miraculous, he was going to need to be very careful. 

Nooroo made a soft sound, and he and Duusu both dove under his vest, tucking themselves against his body in little warm curls.
It was a warning that had him nearly on his feet when Chat Noir appeared over the edge of the roof, eyes immediately narrowing. He mopped at his face quickly with his sleeve, knowing it would do nothing to hide that he had been crying.

He expected the hero to keep going - but his luck had run out for the day because Chat Noir dropped from the roof, staff in hand. 

"Felix." The hero's voice was cool and faintly accusatory. His gaze went over him quickly, and whatever he saw - and Felix wondered just what he saw - clearly didn't improve the cat's opinion of him. "Is everything alright?" 

"Fine." He spat out, shoulders hunching. "Can't a traveler have a moment outside of one of your fine French establishments?"
"Another Traveler, perhaps." The ears went flat against his head. "Should I be worried about an Akuma?"
He snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. His lip stung, and he had the brief realization that he likely looked messy. What did the hero see? What did he know? "I've done nothing wrong. Is that what you ask everyone in Paris when you catch them being emotional?"

"Only those who have a history of causing mass akumatizations. Like you." His tail was lashing, and he pulled up something on his staff, clearly reading. 

What the hero didn't know, and what Felix wouldn't tell him, was that the risk of Akumas was gone. Felix had no intention of creating one. 

"No alerts?" He asked as pleasantly as he could manage, straightening his shirt.
He'd missed the alignment of several buttons when he'd thrown it on, and he wondered if it would look more or less suspicious to redo them. 

He had been more exposed in front of his uncle, after all. He neatened them up without looking at the hero and then did up his vest. His tie was gone; there was nothing to do for that. He had either left it behind with his underthings or had dropped it on his way out of the mansion. 
"You're not wearing your ring." Chat Noir noted. 
"A failing I am soon to rectify,"  Felix replied, tone bland. "Was there anything else?" 
Chat Noir's eyes narrowed. "Is that a hickey?" 

He didn't slap his hand to his neck, merely drew himself up. "I wasn't aware that fell under the scope of your duties. My mistake. I will be sure to report the next one." Nooroo quivered against his chest, and he thought the Kwami lump might be laughing at him. "Please have a beneficial day."
"Felix." The hero snapped but did nothing to follow him out of his temporary shelter. 

He did let Duusu retrieve the Amok and his bag from the roof he had stashed it on, mostly to let the Kwami feel helpful, but also because as the adrenaline faded, he was starting to ache in places he had never known existed. 

"Why didn't you tell him?" Duusu asked softly from his collar. "You defeated Hawkmoth! They would be happy."
"Then I would have to explain how, and I don't want to." He muttered back. stroking Duusu's head under the guise of straightening his collar. "It's fine, Duusu. Let them see me as suspicious. We'll be home before the week is out, and the heroes can tie themselves in a tizzy trying to sort out what happened. It's none of our concern." 
"Why a week?" Nooroo asked softly. 

He hesitated, studying a store window. "I-" How to explain to the Kwami that he didn't wish to show up with marks all over him. "It's better to wait. But we'll get a hotel room, and you two can make yourself sick on room service." He healed fast; the evidence should be gone in a week.
And then he would never have to think of it again, except in his nightmares.