Noir gone Blanc (UNDER REVISION)

Blanc and Noir (Chapter 4)

My dear readers: Trigger warning. This is sensitive content here. Chat Blanc gets a lot more touchy. Don't read if this is too triggering, please. Take care of yourselves!

"Marinette, my darling princesse..."

I was standing on a cataclysmed building for the millionth time, facing a once proud city that was in ruins. A shiver ran up my back when I heard the voice, and I felt a figure standing behind me. I knew it wasn't an illusion, but I mentally begged it to be as I kept my body still and turned away from the voice.

"Oh darling, why do you choose to ignore me? I know you hear me." The voice (Which clearly belonged to Chat Blanc) called again. I sighed, and turned around almost face to face with those heartless blue eyes. His pupils dilated when he saw my face, and he grinned. Blanc's grin was nothing like Noir's, the intent behind it being one of pure malicious and twisted intent. It resembled more of a snarl. Chat Blanc made a motion to grab me, and my survival instincts kicked in. I aimed a kick to his groin, snarling when he caught my leg and pushing me to the ground off balance.

"Get off fucker!" I yelled as he sunk his claws into the meat of my thigh. Blood dribbled from a few of the puncture marks.

"Oh chérie, such vulgar language. Behave." He purred as his hand moved lower to the inner part of my thigh, closer to the core of my legs. I couldn't do much but squirm out of his grasp, with no luck.

"Fuck, please Chat, don't do this," I pleaded with him, trying to get away. A tear ran down my cheek as I stared at him. Chat Blanc looked at me, and stopped moving his hand. He left it on my thigh, dipping down to lick the trail the tear left on my face. I flinched at the act, trying to draw back. He nuzzled the side of my face, his lips brushing the side of my ear.

"No one tells me when to stop, not even you, ma belle. I stop when I want." He laughed maniacally at the look on my face, and captured my lips with a hunger so deep that I knew it was both desperate and possessive. His clawed hand ventured closer and closer to my core....closer...closer....

"STOP!" I practically screamed as I shot up, startling Chat Noir from his slumber. He yowled, jumping at my scream. "Fuck fuck fuck," I chanted, sobbing into my knees.

I could almost feel the ache in my wrists where dream Chat had squeezed them, and the sting in my thigh where he had punctured me. Chat Noir, on the other hand, crawled over to me, noticing my sobbing. He gently touched my shoulder, before bringing me into his lap and squeezing me. I continued to cry the tears running down my face. He went to wipe the tears from my face, but I flinched back, remembering the way Chat Blanc had lapped them. He gently touched my cheek, and wiped them away. I finally started to calm down as he rubbed my back with his other hand, and I nuzzled into his chest.

I started to drift again, but couldn't quite fall asleep with the position. He noticed this, and while still holding me, brought us down into a lying position. He glanced at my face, worry written all over his.

"Ma belle, do you want to talk about it?"

As much as I desperately wanted to, I couldn't bring myself to without panicking. Along with that, it was too risky to even mention it. I just shook my head no.

"Okay, Marinette. If you want to, I'll be right here," Chat said. I nodded, burying my face in his chest again. I didn't care that my face was a mess, or that my clothes were riding up. I just clung to him like he was my lifeline. Eventually I drifted off, feeling his breathing even out. We fell asleep in the company of each other.

AN- CHAPTER 4 REVISED. ON A ROLL HERE