Chat walked around the junkyard, looking at all of the cars that were stacked places and lined up. Marinette looked around at all of the rusted and somewhat new looking items.

"There is a lot of stuff." Marinette took it all in and ran her hand along the side of one of the cars' doors.

"Yeah. That's part of the fun and the challenge. You never know what you'll find." Chat smirked over at her.

"You do know you need money and you didn't pull any out?" Plagg sat in his chains, playing with his claws.

"Shit." Chat cursed under his breath and slumped his shoulders.

"What?" Marinette looked over at her boyfriend.

"I forgot to pull out money for this adventure." Chat sighed and hit himself on the forehead.

"Dumbass, kid. How many times have you been to one of these trash heaps?" Plagg sneered and rattled his chains.

Just shut up a moment. Jesus. Chat rolled his eyes and yanked on Plagg's chains.

Marinette raised an eyebrow at him. "I can go get money out…" She pointed behind her with her thumb.

"Thanks, Bug. Two thousand should be more than enough." Chat pressed her against a car and tilted her chin up with his thumb and index finger. She looked up at him through her lashes and bit her bottom lip. He pulled her bottom lip from her teeth and pressed his soft lips to hers. She tangled her fingers into his hair and broke the kiss after a moment.

Marinette peered down with a smile with her lip between her teeth. She pushed him away by his chest. "I'll be back, chatsonova." She lingered her fingers along his chest, as she walked away from him, swaying her hips.

Chat shook his head and continued to walk through the junkyard.

"Honestly, forgetting something like money…" Plagg scoffed in his mind with a growl.

"Yeah, and you're any better." Chat rolled his eyes and spoke under his breath, while he picked up a car mirror and peered into it.

"At least I know when to stop running and fight, kid." Plagg glared at him and showed his sharp fangs.

Chat threw the mirror and pointed his finger at the ground angrily. "You know NOTHING! Now, shut up and leave me the fuck alone. NOW. I didn't ask for your opinion."

Plagg growled and backed up into the darkness. All that was left were a pair of glowing emerald eyes with black slits.

Chat rolled his eyes and turned to find Marinette with money in her hand. "Here you go." Marinette smiled up at him and his frown softened at the sight of her.

"Thanks." Chat smirked and pocketed the money.

They kept walking through the walls of cars until he spotted a bike sitting by itself. It needed work, but it was doable. Chat ran over to it and ran his hand along the worn seat.

"That?" Marinette looked at him skeptically.

"What? It's a Ducati Monster 796 and in black." He looked over the engine and the transmision. "I mean… it needs some work, but that's what I'm here for. I was gonna build a bike from scratch, but I don't see us being able to carry a frame and all the parts to Luka's place, love." Chat winked at her and she rolled her eyes.

"So… what's the plan? Why do we need a bike anyway? Can't we just rent a car?" Marinette crossed her arms across her chest.

"More discreet. Harder to track a bike paid for in cash with my name nowhere near it. Also… we're gonna run back to Paris soon." Chat shrugged and held onto the bars of the bike. He kicked the kickstand up and pushed it around the scrapyard. "Now… we just need replacement parts… hmm…" He looked around him, before he spotted all of the stuff he needed. He also picked up the stuff he needed to rig a bike lift, as well.

He handed the money to the guy for all of the stuff and they carried it all to Luka's garage.

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Luka stood in the doorway of his garage and he leaned on the doorframe. "You're gonna fix that?"

"Yeah." Chat tightened the bolts on his makeshift lift and wiped sweat from his forehead.

He grabbed the bike, walked it onto the lift, locked the front wheel in place, and raised it up.

Marinette sat on the concrete floor and played with a bolt.

"Alright, well I'll leave you to that project." Luka walked back into the house, shaking his head.

"Can you pass me that pan and a 5 mm hex socket?" Chat pointed towards her with black covered fingers.

"Yeah, no problem." Marinette looked through the sockets until she found one and she passed him the square pan and socket.

"Thanks, Bugaboo." Chat smirked at her and popped the socket onto the wrench, making it spin around with a series of clicks.

Marinette felt heat pool between her thighs, as she watched him work on changing the oil. He smeared bike grease across his forehead, as he wiped away the sweat. She bit her lip and rubbed her thighs together, catching Chat's eye.

He chuckled with a smirk. "Enjoying the show?" He ran his fingers up her thigh and sent a current to her swollen clit and she bit her bottom lip and moaned softly.

Marinette sighed and bit the side of her finger, watching him through her lashes. "Why do you have to be so hot?" She sighed between pants, as he moved the current in a wave pattern.

She shivered and came gripping his wrist. He smirked and kissed her on the lips, before he put the oil plug back in place. He unscrewed the oil filter and let it drain.

"That's gonna take a little while." Chat cleaned his hands off on a red rag and stuffed it back into his back pocket.

Marinette pushed him against the workbench and the small of his back hit the wood edge. She ran her hand over the front of his jeans and he moaned against her kiss. She dropped to her knees and quickly undid his pants. He smirked down at her with a dark expression, as she quickly took his hard cock between her soft lips. She gripped the loops of his jeans, while she worked him with her mouth. He tangled his fingers into her hair, while his other hand gripped the worktop behind him.

"I should work on bikes more often around you." Chat leaned his head back and moaned softly, after she had peered up at him with sparkling blue bell eyes.

She closed them slowly and focused back on him. She brought her lips to the base and back up to the tip, swirling her tongue around him, while her fingers gripped his hips.

"Ah… fuck…" Chat cursed under his breath, as his knees gave out. He caught his weight on the workbench and came hard.

Marinette moaned and slowed her pace, sliding her hand along the length of him until he was satisfied.

She redid his pants and stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and a smile on her pink lips. "So, oil filter?"

Chat chuckled, watching her walk back towards the bike. He picked up the wrench again. "You're dangerous." He waved it at her and she giggled, before sitting on Luka's electric blue custom built motorcycle, that was sitting in his garage. Chat glared at her and went back to replacing the filter and other parts. "You'd look better on mine."

Marinette scoffed at him and leaned back on it, letting her breasts kiss the air. "Are you sure about that?" She teased him and he shot her a look.

"Sure as hell exists for people like me. Get off the bike." Chat shook the wrench at her and she giggled with her lip between her teeth.

"Fine." She sat up and walked over to him. She crossed her arms and watched him work.

He shook his head and kept working. Luka came out with two beers in his hand.

"Catch!" Luka threw a beer bottle at Chat and he caught it. He walked over and nicely handed the other one to Marinette.

Chat popped the cap off with his keys that were in his pocket. He took Marinette's and did the same to hers. She watched him with parted lips and he smirked with her beer held out to her. She took it from him and their fingers touched, sending a current through them.

Luka brought his beer to his lips and swallowed a sip. "So. What's wrong with it?" He gestured to the bike with his glass bottle.

"Needs an oil change, mild engine work, new tranny…" Chat looked it over again and took a sip of his beer. "And new tires."

"Sounds like it's more work than it's worth, man." Luka drank more.

"Not when it involves my freedom." Chat spoke under his breath and Plagg growled.

"I probably got my baby built in less time than it will take you to fix that piece of junk." Luka chuckled at him.

"Hey, she's just beggin' for a second life, man." He gestured toward him with his beer bottle. "You just wait. She's gonna be gorgeous when I'm done with her."

Marinette blushed at his comments and he winked at her.

"Whatever you say…" Luka laughed and walked back into the house.

Song I wrote to: Trenches by Pop Evil