This is part of the oneshot series, Bleached White, which is an ongoing AU about floofy-eared Chat Blanc.

This was an absolute mess.

And not the pile of injured and unconscious bodies, that she was hiding among. No, that was a mess too, but it was the usual kind. The kind of mess she could have handled once the akuma had moved on and left an opening for her to escape and transform in private.

But Chat Blanc just had to show up before that could happen, and from there all hell broke loose.

She remembered hearing him howl, something guttural akin to a scream of rage, and sounding utterly feral. It was startling in the same vein as a peal of thunder reverberating in the sky, like it crawled inside her body and settled deep within her bones.

It was enough to catch her off guard, but it sent the akuma tumbling over itself, scrambling to get out of his way and shaking in its boots.

Usually it was a competition between Chat Blanc and Ladybug, on who could reclaim the infected butterfly before the other. If she got it first, she would purify it and restore Paris, but if he got to it... well he ate it, absorbing its dark powers, supplementing his own, and preserving his eternal transformation.

But he was never like this.

She watched him tear after the fleeing akuma, knocking the transformed civilian from the sky, and shredding pieces from its costume. This was the kind of rampant destruction that Paris so feared from him. This sadistic single-minded cruelty. The pure burning anger like white hot coals incarnated into the white of his leather and fur.

The fight was over in seconds, he practically ripped the butterfly from the akumatized victim, and ate it. None of the wanton destruction disappeared. Buildings stayed broken, people stayed injured, cars damaged... and Chat didn't care at all. He got what he came for.

Or so she thought.

Chat Blanc turned in her direction.

Marinette threw herself to the ground again, pretending to be one of the unconscious civilians in the street. She hoped it would work the same as it had with the akuma, that he would overlook her, ignore her and move on. With any luck those dangerous eyes filled with hatred would not fix on her.

Any other day she could face him, stand toe to toe with his selfish cruel nature. But not like this, not when he became feral. While feral he was dangerous to everyone.

A shadow fell over her. Well fuck.

Marinette forced her eyes to stay closed, prayed that her body did not tense and betray her conscious state.

She felt muscled arms slip under her shoulders and knees, her body lifted from the ground, cradled against a hard chest. The heart within crashing like an orcish war drum.

It felt like time stopped for only a moment.

Just enough for him to hug her. Clench her selfishly against him, and crush the breath from her lungs.

Then he kidnapped her.

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It was everything she had to keep still, to keep her body limp.

The wind stung exposed skin, chilled her nose and ears, and each soaring leap from roof to roof felt like the air blew right through her.

But his body felt like a furnace, burning hot into her side, so good that if she were not careful she might've curled into him and hummed.

Play dead, play dead and string this out as long as you can.

She knew the moment they entered a building. Felt the harshness of the wind cut off, replaced by stagnant air and the smell of decay and dust.

One, two, three, four strides into the room. The inkling suspicion that he was carrying her towards his bed threatened giggles in her throat.

"Ma Souris," Chat Blanc whined, his voice barely a whisper and breaking at the end.

"Awwwww~ Chaton, you do care." She couldn't keep it in any longer. Her facade crumbled away like a plaster shell, and she curled into his chest.

"Fffffff, you're not fucking dead!"

Marinette couldn't tell if his exclamation were a question or simply a statement. But she was grinning like a fool when Chat Blanc dumped her onto the bed like she'd stabbed him.

"Did you think that akuma killed me?"

His face contorted in disgust, ears standing erect. "Pffff—no!" but his tail all poofed up like a scared kitten betrayed him.

Her grin grew ever wider. Marinette stretched over his bed languorously, propping her head on one palm and just smiled knowingly at him.

"Piss off," he hissed, throwing his back to her, ears curling, he stomped back to the window.

She thought back to the fight she'd witnessed, Chat's cry of fury, and the resulting beat down.

He did that for me. All that screaming rage because he thought that akuma killed me.

It was as touching as it was a little frightening. She wanted to chalk this all up to his akumatized state, but she couldn't promise that Chat Noir would not have reacted the same way had he thought Ladybug died.

"You were afraid—" She was pushing him. This was dangerous and she knew it.

"Fuck you."

"—for me." Playing with fire. She could feel Tikki burning hotly in her pocket, a warning to be careful.

Chat Blanc turned on his heel and snarled at her, baring a mouthful of sharp fangs. "I thought you were dead!" he spat. "I showed up expecting to fight Ladybug, she should have been fighting that akuma." He took a step towards her. "But all I find is destruction—"

Her smug grin lessened, "I'd swear you were concerned."

"—and I find you. Lying on the ground like a corpse." Another step towards her.

"Could it be that you actually like me?" She tilted her head up and quirked a brow at him.

Chat Blanc bent over her and curled his lip. "No."

She hummed a whispered, "I don't believe you."

"I loath you."

A giggle escaped her. Oh god, he's trying too hard to cover up his feelings. "I love you too."

There went his ears again, pricking straight up, the fur along his tail poofing out just as his pupils blew wide.

"Why?"

"Someone tells you they love you and you ask why!?"

"It's a legitimate question!" He growled in retaliation.

"You make it sound like it's something you have to earn." Marinette sat up and met his intense stare.

Chat flinched and his ears folded back, pain flickering as eyes darted to the floor.

Marinette reached up and placed a hand along his jaw. "It's not."

He stubbornly refused to meet her eyes.

"Chat," she said more sternly, "it's not something you have to earn. It's something you give freely when you care about someone."

She felt his jaw tremble for barely a second before he set it. Magenta eyes met hers, searching a moment for something. She didn't give him a chance to tell her what it was.

Marinette kissed him and his whole body tensed up beneath her lips.

"Afraid of a little kiss, Chat Blanc," She challenged. The extra emphasis on his name meant to inform him she knew exactly who she was kissing. This was no mistake.

A heated growl spilled from his throat, rising to the challenge Chat took her lips in a kiss. Marinette returned the kiss with equal enthusiasm. She felt his canines even behind his lips, long enough to catch her bottom lip despite how careful he was.

Her fingers curled over his velvety ears and knotted in his thick blonde hair.

The choked sound in his throat stuttered like a chainsaw, and she couldn't tell if he was growling or purring anymore.

Soft hesitance gave way to boldness, the heat crawling like flames. Chat's strangely rough tongue swiped her bottom lip and Marinette's lips parted in invitation.

A sharp inhale, then he took the kiss deeper. Consuming her mouth, stroking her tongue, his fangs clicking clumsily against her own teeth.

Marinette moaned and dragged him down until he was kneeling on the bed. His ears flicked against her wrists, the fine fur fanning her skin, but doing nothing to cool the fire in her blood.

Chat's claws brushed her thighs experimentally.

"Mmm," she murmured her permission against his mouth.

The claws returned, raking hungrily over the fabric. Chat picked her off the bed and pulled her into his lap. She followed his lead, moving to straddle him, her knees curling over his back side.

A chill shuddered up her spine when his tail swiped over her foot, curling around her ankle.

"You're wearing shoes on my bed..." He rumbled against he lips.

Marinette trailed her kisses to the corner of his mouth, "Then take them off."

Chat nipped her lip before nudging his nose along her cheek until he bit the line of her jaw.

Marinette's breath hitched.

One clawed hand released its hold on her hips, dragging down over her leg, pausing along the way to tease the back of her knee. He stopped at her shoe before digging his claws in and shucking the footwear onto the floor. His left hand returned to hold her, while his right hand repeated the journey all over again.

Chat placed kisses below her ear, going for her neck when Marinette exposed the skin to him.

"I wanted..." his rough tongue swiped her pulse, "you to stay away from me." Claws drew up her backside to trail the muscles of her back.

"Why?" Marinette arched into his touch.

"Because I'm not Chat Noir anymore," He pressed his nose beneath her ear and inhaled deeply. "And I'm not just any old akuma—fuck me, you-you smell divine."

"I know," Marinette released a shuddering breath, "that...that you're an akuma."

Chat Blanc gripped her tighter, rubbing the side of his face insistently against the spot beneath her ear. "I'm every akuma, Princess."

The fur on his cat ears tickled her cheek, teasing...tempting. She didn't have the strength not to bite him. Marinette sank her teeth into the tip of his ear.

Chat's yelp, caught up with a whine and part of a moan, and the result was a strangled animal sound. His hips bucking into her on instinct.

"Are—ah!—you trying to...to save me from yourself, Chat?"

"You've got no," he panted, "se-sense of self preservation. Always trying to save me from myself." His tail whipped back and forth, striking her shins.

"Someone has to." Her hips chased his, grinding down on his clothed and very hard erection.

Chat made a soft keening sound. "That's...That's Ladybug's job," he stuttered through a pitched growl.

"I know." She breathed into his ear. Her fingers released his hair to glide down the planes of his back, kneading the tense muscles she found. "But you haven't made it ea-easy for m—Uh-for L-Ladybug."

Chat Blanc quit trying not to rut against her, rising to meet her every hip movement.

"You insuffurable woman," his teeth caught the collar of her sweater. "Why do I want you? I want you, I want you so bad," he panted through clenched teeth and fabric.

"Kitty," she gasped in surprise. There he was. There was Chat Noir. Scraping beneath the surface of a frozen lake, reminding her he was still there with a pun.

Chat Blanc loosed a warning growl.

"Hush," she chided, pulling back just enough to ring his bell. "You're a big house cat and you know it."

Pupils blown wide with lust, followed her fingers down, notch by notch as she unzipped the front of his suit. His hands moved down to support the top of her hips, keeping her from sliding down his thighs.

"You make me sound so... tame."

The bell caught on his first belt, so she slipped her hands beneath the edges of the suit and slowly pushed it off his shoulder.

"Your poor bruised ego." Her eyes traced his exposed chest, admiring the way his muscles shuddered when her thumb brushed his right nipple. He was certainly built. Age had been generous to Chat, giving him the physique of a gymnast. She barely remembered the lanky boy he'd been when they first met.

"Want me to kiss it better?" She sent him a teasing smirk.

Chat bared his canines and hissed, "Quit patronizing meee."

"Yes? I heard, Yes, please kiss it better." Marinette dipped her head and kissed his chest, lips grazing his right nipple before raking it gently with her bottom teeth.

"Merde, ha-ah," he groaned.

She trailed her fingers over his clenched abs and grasped the buckle on his first belt.

Chat must've objected to the disparity in their state of undress, because he interrupted her conquest over his belt to rip her sweater over her head. Tossing it carelessly in the direction her shoes had gone.

His claws caught her bra like fish hooks, he paused tilting his head to meet her eyes.

Marinette swallowed a dry thick swallow, and nodded.

"Say it," he demanded, his tongue swiping over one long canine. "Tell me you want this."

"Yes. Yes Chat."

Chat picked the clip on the front of her bra with his teeth and peeled it from her skin. Cat eyes delighting when her breasts fell free.

He wasted no time returning her teasing from before. Latching onto her left breast with his mouth, careful of his fangs. His hands holding tight to her ass, keeping her secure in his lap.

Marinette resumed working loose his belts, letting out a satisfied sigh when she unclasped the second one.

"May I?" She placed her hand back on his bell, pushing it down another notch, now that the belts were no longer stopping her.

"Yes," He said so deliberately it sounded of spite.

She had to laugh a little at that. "You act all cruel, posturing like some monster. But when it comes down to it, Chat... you aren't really bad at all."

"You say that now." Chat licked her nipple with his sandpaper-like tongue and made her gasp, then moved onto the other one, to lathe it in equal attention.

The bell stopped at the bulge of his crotch, the slider coming loose and the bell popped off in her hand.

"Oops."

Chat Blanc pulled back and raised a brow at her.

"I broke it..." Marinette held the bell up between them.

For a moment he just stared at the bell blankly. Then snatched it from her palm and tossed it into a corner. "It comes off," he assured, his hands returning to play with her breasts.

"Are-are you sure?"

"Pawsitive."

Well, if he insisted.

Marinette pressed her palm against his bulge.

Chat ceased playing with her chest and moaned into her neck.

Taking courage from his reaction she slipped her hand into his suit.

He started purring into her collar bone like a she revved the engine of a motorcycle.

His cock strained against the tight leather, feeling hot and thick, her fingers brushed over soft skin and then... velvet?

Marinette pushed her hand passed his dick, and cupped what she could only assume were his balls, they jumped at her touch.

Yes, yes those were exactly what she thought they were. His balls really were covered in velvety fine cat fur.

"I wasn't expecting that," she chuckled.

"What?" he sounded completely lost, flinching from her neck to blink at her.

Marinette retracted her hand, and slid down his thighs onto the bed.

Chat narrowed skeptical eyes at her, the beginnings of offense flickering behind their magenta glow.

"I want to see," she explained, reaching for the crotch of his leather suit again.

He stood up from the bed before she could touch him. Ears flattened back, jaw set, he stared down his nose as the tip of his tail shook like a rattle. "What exactly were you expecting?"

It was Marinette's turn to blink at him in confusion.

Oh. Ohhhhh...

"Mon dieu, you're such a man."

"Excuse me?"

"This isn't about your dick," Marinette explained, trying and failing to keep a straight face. "which is fantastic by the way," she added with complete sincerity. "I always wondered how much of that suit was padding. Very little."

Chat Blanc continued to stare at her.

Marinette heaved a sigh, "I wasn't expecting your—uh your...balls to be covered in fur."

His head cocked to the side, hand casually slipping into the suit as he fondled his package.

"Soft..." he murmured thoughtfully, as if the velvety texture oh his balls was never something he considered before.

A minute passed and Marinette could only watch. Watch the man of her darkest wet dreams feeling himself up in front of her, listening to him hum in a pleased way.

Okay, he was having waaay too much fun without her.

"Hey!"

Chat jumped, ears perking to attention.

"Yes, soft. Now quit being selfish and let me touch."

A sadistic completely self satisfied grin revealed Chat's long sharp fangs. His tail twitched twice when he eased the part in the suit down far enough to free his cock and velvet covered sack.

Chat Blanc bent and collected one of the discarded belts. He considered it for a moment before snapping it between his fists. "And what if I don't let you touch?"

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