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A Bear, A Boy and A Big Bad Wolf	By : BlueHarlequin Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 3419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A Bear, a Boy and a Big Bad Wolf
Disclaimer: Nothing of Grimm belongs to me; No copyright infringement intended. This is not for profit.
Warnings: graphic sex between men. Don't like, don't read please. May contain spoilers; story falls after 1.16. One sided Rosalee/Monroe, going to write it off as “friendship” cause a river called denial runs through my living room. Parings are Barry x Nick then Monroe x Nick
Summary: Nick has a drunken one night stand with Barry after the pain of Juliette leaving him and his unrequited love for Monroe, among other things, becomes too much for him to handle. Monroe stumbles upon them and realizes that the possessive feelings he is having might be something more.

Chapter 3 – Gimme Three Steps
Monroe was a little worried as he debated whether or not to go over Nick’s house. It wasn’t like Nick wasn’t always showing up at his house unannounced, so surely Monroe could do it too. The young Grimm hadn’t shown up like normal after his shift. Not like he was expecting him or anything, but usually Friday nights were spent enjoying dinner, a couple of beers and good movie together. What if he had run into some trouble while on a case? Grabbing his car keys he made his way out the door. He needed to see if Nick was okay. As soon as he turned down Nick’s street he could smell the Jägerbar. Highly alarmed, he quickly threw the car into park as he pulled into the driveway. Rushing to the door, he panicked finding it unlocked. The air was heavy with the scent of violence and strangely enough, arousal. Maybe a rut crazed bear had caught Nick unaware. Following the scent down the hall he crashed into the bedroom.
What he did not expect was the lightening fast reflexes of a Grimm under attack. The click of a gun brought him back to his senses. “Whoa, whoa! Nick it’s me!” Monroe stopped short as he took in the scene before him. Nick was sitting in bed, gun in hand, sheets pooled around his waist with a young Jägerbar looking confused behind him. Monroe could see all the welts and bruises peppering Nick’s skin. Anger flowed through him and he wolfed out, advancing on blond. The bear cub shrank back realizing he was truly in danger from an enraged Blutbad.
“Monroe! Stop! It’s not what you think!” Monroe stopped, Nick’s gaze pinned him to the floor his grey eyes dark and serious. “Stand outside the door. Now!” He motioned with his gun. “Barry, now might be a good time to leave.” Barry got up and began gathering his clothes. Before he moved out the door, Monroe was pleased to see a matching set of injuries all over his body. Evidently, Nick gave as good as he got. Standing outside the door his thoughts grew dark, he wasn’t stupid, he knew what had transpired, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why.
From outside the door he heard, “You know where to find me if you ever want to do this again.” The kid had a smug tone in his voice that caused Monroe to see red for a moment. The Jägerbar stepped out of the room, he stopped in front of Monroe and a sly grin spread across his face. “I see why he didn’t want me to bite him. I don’t want a jealous Blutbad ripping me limb from limb over mating rights.” He made his way out of the house, picking up the remainder of his clothes as he went, leaving a confused Monroe in his wake.
Monroe hovered in the bedroom doorway. Nick had placed his gun on the nightstand next to him. He gestured to the chair across from the bed. Monroe stalked over to Nick instead and pulled him up from the bed to examine him. What he wasn’t expecting was for Nick to collapse in his arms. “Ah! Monroe! Easy there, my legs are a bit wobbly at the moment.” He flinched as he fell back on the bed with an, “Ohmf!”
“What the hell were you thinking?” Monroe yelled at him. He sniffed, smelling alcohol and the heady fragrance of sex, “Were you drunk? He could have killed you! Not to mention it looks like it was totally non-consensual.” His hands were running over Nick’s body checking for injuries.
Any other day Nick would have relished the touch, but at his moment he was in no mood. He batted the hands away. “He wasn’t going to hurt me. We just got a little rough.” He watched as Monroe examined him, pulling the sheet a little closer as the wolf’s gaze dropped further down. Monroe’s face turned bright red and he looked away. “Would you sit down? I’m fine.” Nick ran his hands over his face. Really, what could he say? I had drunken sex with another Wesen cause I couldn’t have you. That conversation would not end well. He really didn’t want to have to lie, he never lied to Monroe. Hell, he had told Monroe personal things that he had never shared with Juliette. Hoping denial would suffice instead, Nick simply said, “You know, I actually really don’t want to talk about this.”
Monroe’s eyebrows quirked upward, “Well if that’s how you want to play it, I won’t argue with you for now, but dude, you’re going to have to talk to me sooner or later.” He took a deep breath. There was obviously something wrong that went beyond ... what had just happened. The young Grimm had been reckless lately, not calling him for backup, going off alone. He had started to notice that besides Friday nights, Nick didn’t “hang out” as much either. Sure he would still infuriatingly show up at one in the morning looking for some piece of information, but usually he would crash on Monroe’s couch afterward. Not lately. There was a distance growing between them and it hurt. He had grudgingly come to admit to himself that he liked having Nick around, even though it totally threw his schedule out of whack. At first he had thought the detective was suffering from his breakup with Juliette, but then he would catch him zoning out over paperwork. A couple times he had noticed Nick staring at him intensely. It caused him a great deal of worry mixed with a healthy dose of fear that Nick was losing some internal battle.
“So not to keep harping but are you okay?” Seeing Nick’s petulant expression he hastily added, “I mean physically. Cause you seem a bit ...” he helplessly gestured to Nick’s lower region. He could feel his face getting flushed again. Thoughts of how Nick came to be that way were surfacing. Images of Nick naked and in the throes of pleasure were flashing through his head. To his astonishment they were turning out to be rather vivid; Nick’s pale chest heaving, head thrown back, hair tousled. He could see his grey eyes blown wide in sexual bliss, his throat exposed, waiting for fangs to ... Feeling suddenly very warm and uncomfortable he blurted out, “I’m going to make some tea.” Not waiting for Nick’s answer he turned and practically ran out of the room.
Nick was shocked. For a moment he had thought he had seen desire in Monroe’s expression. He would have dismissed it as wishful thinking if not for the abrupt way the Blutbad had left the room. On some level he was interested, and that gave Nick a tiny spark of hope. No matter how sore he was he wanted to pursue this, he needed to know what that look meant. Standing up gingerly, he made his way to the bathroom. Sharp twinges ran up his backside and he wondered if it felt like this every time or just the first time. Leaning heavily against the sink, he ran a washcloth under the faucet and began cleaning himself up.

tbc

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