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Claiming Your Grimm	By : ChibiAyane Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 6206 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Grimm or any of it's characters. I make no money off of this. It is written only for fun.

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Sorry this took so long. There was a snag in the plot and I couldn't figure out how to fix it so... But now it's fixed! Enjoy!

Chapter 3
The next day found Nick walking into the precinct, coffee in hand. He went to his desk and greeted Hank, avoiding even looking at the Captain's office.
"So," Hank started, after they'd settled in to work on some paperwork. "What were you doing here yesterday? You came in like a whirlwind and left even faster."
Nick shrugged. "I had to talk to the Captain about something," he deflected.
"Yeah, must've been some talk," Hank said, smirking. "That was quite a bruise you left on his jaw. Perfect imprint of your knuckles, and it's still there this morning." Nick scowled at Hank to avoid looking in the direction of the Captain's open shades to see the bruise for himself, then turned back to his computer screen. "Fine, don't tell me. But if you get your ass fired for punching the Captain, I'm gonna be real upset." Hank smirked. "Don't want to have to train a new partner."
Nick chuckled derisively, muttering to himself so that Hank barely heard him. "If only it were that easy."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Hank asked, raising an eyebrow at Nick.
Nick shook his head, keeping his eyes on the computer. "Nothing, it's not important."
"Uh huh," Hank said, going back to his own paperwork.
About twenty minutes later, Nick had the displeasure of hearing the Captain's voice. "Burkhardt, can I talk to you, please?" Nick ignored him, pretending not to have heard him.
"Uh, Nick," Hank murmured, nudging Nick's leg from under the desk.
"Hm?" Nick turned to Hank with a questioning look.
"The Captain's talking to you," Hank answered.
Nick sighed, almost pouting as he turned to look at the Captain, who was starting to appear annoyed at being ignored. Nick was dismayed to notice the Captain had closed the shades on all of his windows. He pushed his chair back slowly and stood up, walking over to the Captain, angry glower firmly in place. He glanced at the dark bruise on the Captain's jaw, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction when he noticed that it really was shaped just like his fist. Then he slipped past Renard and into the office.
Once Captain Renard had closed the office door behind himself, he turned to Nick, seemingly trying not to fidget. "Before you start talking," Nick interrupted, just as Renard opened his mouth to say something. The Captain closed his mouth and scowled. "If you even try to do the same thing you did yesterday, I will shoot you." And he made a point of putting his hands on his waist, one palm resting on his gun.
Renard smirked, then shrugged. "Fine. I can wait." He went back around his desk and sat in his chair. "I assume you understand what's going on now?"
"Yeah," Nick replied, crossing his arms over his chest. "And just so you know, Monroe wants to rip your throat out and Rosalee wants to beat you with her tea kettle."
The Captain chuckled. "Yes, well, I didn't really have much choice in the matter either." He laced his fingers together over his desk. "I've gotten word that my family is going to try again. I don't know what they're going to do or when, but I know they are working with the Reapers. And since their plans with the Cracher Mortel failed, it only stands to reason that they're going to try something more drastic this time. This time they're going to come after more than just you, they'll target all of your friends and allies. They'll do anything to get to you."
Nick sat down in one of the chairs across from his Captain, sighing tiredly. "And you think tying us together like this is going to help matters?"
"Yes," Renard answered bluntly.
"How?"
"Well, first of all, it would give my family fewer options," Renard replied. "They would have a harder time finding an assassin willing to come over here and take on a Grimm and a Royal who are bound as one unit. However, that won't stop the Reapers, but at least it means my family won't be able to send anyone else." Captain Renard smirked. "I'm not worried about Reapers so much. Word is, you're more than capable of getting rid of a few of them on your own."
Nick looked away, feigning innocence.
Renard chuckled at the look on Nick's face. "There are a few other groups that my family might be able to entice into service, but I'm keeping an eye on them." He shrugged, more to himself than to Nick. "Secondly, it means the Wesen in Portland who have sworn themselves to me, and the ones you've won over, will fight to keep you and I both safe and together. They'll fight to keep you here with me and away from my family and the other Royal families. You'd be surprised how many Wesen around here would be incensed to have their friendly neighborhood Grimm targeted or taken from them. They like having you around, now that most of them have figured out that you're the good guy."
Nick was still looking away. "There's no way around this, is there?" he asked, finally looking back at his Captain.
"No," Renard said. "If there was, you really think I would have just jumped right into Claiming you? No. I've looked at our situation from every possible angle; this is the only way." Renard looked at Nick up and down, then smirked again. "Can't say I'm complaining."
Nick was humiliated to find himself blushing. 'It's just the bonding process,' he thought to himself. 'It has to be!' He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, looking away again. "Can I get back to work now?"
Renard nodded. "Yeah. But we will have to continue this conversation again at some point."
"Fine," Nick replied, standing up and moving to the door.
"Oh, and Nick?" the Captain asked, getting the Grimm's attention again. "You might want to change your shirt. You're bleeding through it." Nick craned his neck to see that the mark Renard had left yesterday was indeed bleeding through his shirt. "I can fix that, if you'd like?" Nick scowled at him and left the room, slamming the door on his way out.
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The day after the conversation with the Captain went without incident. Nick was out of the office all day working a crime scene, so he didn't even see the Captain until it was almost time to go home for the day. So, the only contact they had was a scowl from Nick after the Captain leered at him when he walked by.
Nick had decided not to tell Hank about what was going on just yet. Mostly because he himself didn't really understand it. So, how was he supposed to explain to his partner that their boss, a Royal Wesen prince and somewhat friend to them, was essentially trying to get him to marry him? The man had completely skipped over any semblance of dating or courting and was just basically trapping Nick in a complicated situation based on necessity. Or so Renard said it was a necessity. Whether it actually was necessary remained to be seen.
So, no, Nick didn't say a word. He just went about his day like normal, trying to keep his mind off of everything but his job.
The day after that, just after he'd finished lunch, Nick was called into the Captain's office, where the blinds were closed once again.
"What?" Nick asked in an annoyed tone, once he was inside and the door was closed.
"It's been a week," Renard answered simply, leaning his hip against the side of his desk.
"A week? Since?" Nick asked, confused.
"Since I Claimed you," Renard said, smirking.
"And that's supposed to mean something?"
"It's time to renew the pheromones and the mark," the Captain said bluntly, his face expressionless. Though there was a glint in his eye that Nick couldn't quite identify.
Nick's brow furrowed and he eyed his Captain apprehensively. "What if I said I don't want to?"
Renard stood up straight, taking a few steps closer to Nick. "Then, I'll have to force you. Which is something I'd rather not have to do."
The Grimm scoffed. "It's that simple for you, isn't it? Someone disagrees or wants something different, you just force them to change their minds?" he spat, glaring daggers at the other man.
The Captain scowled and took a step closer, standing tall over Nick. "No, it's not always that simple. But in this case, it is," he growled, his temper barely kept tethered.
Nick continued to glare at Renard, crossing his arms. "Does it have to be done now?" he asked, grudgingly.
The Royal Zauberbiest studied him for a moment before he nodded. "Normally, I would have said it could wait until after work. We could go to my place or yours and do it there. But, knowing you, you'd find some way of getting out of it or some kind of urgent matter will get in the way. So, yes, we need to do it now."
The detective fidgeted a moment, shifting uncomfortably. "How do you even do the pheromone thing?" he asked, his curiosity winning out. He was apprehensive when the Captain gave him a smirk with a devious edge to it.
"Let's just say most Wesen have an extra salivary gland for a reason," he asked, now smiling in a teasing manner.
Nick grimaced. "You're going to lick me, aren't you?" he asked, sounding a little disgusted. The Captain now had a full blown grin, and it unsettled Nick a little bit.
"Yes, but it's a little more than that."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, my pheromones need to cover and mask yours," Renard answered. "You think that'll happen with just simply licking you a couple times?" Nick grimaced in disgust. The amount of reluctance coming off the Grimm was palpable to Renard. "If it makes you feel any better, I'll keep it above the belt, for now." Nick's jaw dropped and Renard couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him. "You don't remember that first time at all, do you?"
Nick shook his head. "No, not really."
"Well, you were pretty drunk," the Captain said, nodding. "You didn't even know where you were, so of course you didn't even notice you were naked for a few minutes." Nick's face paled slightly, and Renard laughed again. "Relax, I didn't do anything... untoward." Nick swallowed and glared at him weakly. "Shirt off," Renard ordered.
A sigh came from Nick's lips, as his fingers twitched. His hands moved slowly up to his shirt, fingering the buttons as the Captain moved closer to him. Nick blinked a couple times, seeming to debate something in his head, before he started unbuttoning his shirt. The Captain was standing directly in front of him, towering over him and making Nick feel small. The man was a head taller than him, after all. Nick fought back a blush because he could practically feel the Captain's eyes on him. He dropped his shirt off of his shoulders and tossed it onto one of the chairs. Then the Captain gently grabbed Nick's arms, and carefully turned them around. He pushed the Grimm backwards until his legs hit the large desk and had him lean against it, as he put his face into the crook of Nick's neck.
Nick's breath hitched when the first lick came. He could feel his face heat up into what must have been a tomato red blush. The nervous Grimm tried to suppress the shivers when the Captain started licking every inch of his neck first, before he moved down to Nick's chest. It was strange, he was licking him all over, like a mother cat giving a kitten a bath. Except the saliva that was left behind felt thicker than normal, it was almost slimy. It chilled Nick's skin when the air hit the freshly licked areas.
A startled moan rushed out of Nick's mouth, when the Captain's lips closed over one of his nipples. He hadn't noticed that he was being pushed slowly backward, until his back met the top of the desk. Renard's tongue kept going, moving down to Nick's abdomen, even licking into his navel.
"Captain, I need you to sign... - HOLY CRAP, the forms can wait!" Wu shouted, walking back out and closing the door again, after he'd walked right in without knocking. Apparently, they'd forgotten to lock the door.
The Sergeant must have gotten quite the eye full. Nick laying across the Captain's desk, half-naked. The Captain standing between his legs, with his tongue moving across Nick's skin, dangerously close to the detective's belt line.
Nick tried to get up, but Captain Renard just pushed him back down onto the desk. "Not done yet," he growled, stepping away to lock the door, before he was back again and just continued what he was doing as though they hadn't been interrupted.
After a moment, Nick pushed Renard away. "Stop," he said as he sat up. "I can't do this..."
Renard didn't say anything, just stared at Nick with a heated gaze, then shoved Nick back onto the desk, and went to resume his task of covering his Grimm with his saliva.
Nick shoved him away again. "I said stop!" he growled.
"No," Renard hissed, grabbing Nick's arms and trying to push him back onto the desk.
Nick clenched his jaw and struggled against the Captain, pushing him away with all his strength, which barely made the half-Royal move back a step. The Captain tried pushing Nick back onto the desk again, but Nick was having none of it, using both hands to keep the bigger man away.
"Get away from me!" Nick spat.
Seeing that he wasn't going to be able to continue with the Anspruch pheromones right now, Renard sighed and decided to move onto the next step before Nick could start a fight. He woged and pulled Nick against his chest. He only had to bend his head down to sink his teeth into his claiming mark again. He was proud that Nick managed to keep most of his cry of pain in. Only a hissed whimper came out, before Nick's temper rose because the Captain strong armed him - again.
Renard only had the chance to lick the mark once before a knee collided with his groin and he was shoved off of Nick and onto the floor, where he could only gasp in pain and hold himself.
Nick grabbed his shirt and put it back on. "That's it. I'm done," Nick said, buttoning his shirt back up. He snatched his badge from his belt and threw it at Renard. "Don't you ever touch me again!" Then he left, banging the office door shut on his way out.
TBC

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