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A Blutbad Claims His Mate	By : KTT2123 Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 4768 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Notes: Thanks to both my dear and fantabulous friend Gia, and allcmsue on fanfiction.net for pre-reading this chapter.

Nick wakes up groggy and confused. Through blurred vision, he looks around the room and doesn’t recognize it. *Where the hell am I?* As the sleep clears from his brain, he realizes that he’s being spooned by a large man. “Shit,” Nick mutters as remembers what happened the night before and well into the morning. His body tenses as Nick decides whether to sneak out of the bed and run screaming home or to continue to lie there being spooned by a large Blutbad that has claimed him as his mate. Monroe somehow seems to realize his distress and his big hand rubs soothing circles on his lower belly.
*You’ve got to be kidding me!* The simple caress makes Nick’s dick twitch and thicken.
Even in his sleep, Monroe can smell the scent of his mate’s arousal. His hand sneaks under the waistband of Nick’s boxers. He wraps his fingers around Nick and strokes him slowly. Nick closes his eyes and hisses quietly. Any thoughts of running away evaporate. He’s hard again. His cock seems ever eager to stand up at a single touch from Monroe. If sex with Monroe always feels this intense, this fucking good, then he will gladly resign himself to being Monroe’s bitch. A simple handjob, the slow glide of Monroe’s hand should not feel this good. It is not normal; he doesn’t know what the hell this is but it is not fucking normal. Because if this is how sex is supposed to be, then people would be dropping dead like flies and no one would ever leave the bedroom.
Nick can tell by the Blutbad’s breathing that he is still asleep even as his hand moves. Unable to help himself, he pushes back into Monroe until Nick can feel the Blutbad’s hardness pressed tightly against his ass. Monroe groans and jerks his hips forward. He wakes up in an instant, taking note of his hand wrapped around Nick and his cock pressed sweetly against Nick’s ass. The Blutbad smirks, “Couldn’t wait until I woke up, Nicky?”
The Grimm pouts, “You are the one that stuck your hand down my pants! It’s hardly my fault!”
Monroe laughs. “Well then, since it is apparently my fault I better take care of you, huh?” Nick is about to say something sarcastic when Monroe thumbs the tip of his dick. Nick whines and his hips jut forward. Monroe chuckles darkly in his ear, which Nick ignores in favor of focusing on fucking himself into the Blutbad’s fist. Nick rocks forward into the lovely tight grip and back into Monroe’s hardness. “That’s it, take what you need Baby.” The Grimm rocks harder and faster, screaming as he cums all over Monroe’s fist. The Blutbad yanks his hand out of Nick’s boxers and shoves his mate onto his back. Monroe pulls down his boxers and ruts against Nick’s thigh. When he feels the pressure of his oncoming orgasm, Monroe gets on his knees. His knot is easily visible but doesn’t expand much since he isn’t inside Nick. The Grimm stares at his knot, wondering to himself how big it can get and how Monroe can fit that inside of him. Monroe’s cum-stained hand is a blur as he strokes himself until he cums all over Nick. The Grimm looks stunned as hot cum streaks over his stomach and chest.
Monroe sits back and smiles, admiring the sight of his seed marking Nick as his. *That’s beautiful. My Nicky is gorgeous covered in my cum.* His grin widens at the blush that spans from Nick’s face down his chest. The Blutbad offers his hand to his mate. Nick shyly laps up the mixture of his own and Monroe’s seed off Monroe’s hand. Monroe tugs off his boxers before he leans forward, lapping and licking Nick clean. By the time he’s done, he can feel how hard Nick has gotten just from Monroe’s tongue on his skin. The way Nick reacts to his touch only confirms that he is his mate. Nick was made for his touch and only his touch.
The Blutbad eases Nick’s stained boxers down his legs. His tongue seeks out every droplet of cum still clinging to Nick. Monroe mouths his balls, tugging them gently. He tongues the slit, making Nick squirm and emit breathy, desperate sounds. Monroe sucks the tip, using his hand to stroke up and down the shaft. Nick’s fingers dig into the sheets as Monroe sinks down his dick. “Oh please. Oh god Monroe, please!” He begs prettily. The Blutbad takes him deep, his strong throat flexing around Nick’s dick. Monroe pulls off, stroking Nick over the edge. He closes his eyes as the hot cum splurts onto his face. Nick groans as he opens his eyes and sees Monroe’s face covered in his semen. “Fuck, that’s hot!” Monroe opens his eyes slowly and stares at Nick. The Grimm makes grabby motions with his hands and Monroe crawls over to his mate. Nick grabs his face and kisses him dirtily. He laps up a glob of his cum, sharing it with Monroe, their tongues tangling together. Nick can’t get enough of Monroe’s taste, deep and rich like dark chocolate. He sucks on his bottom lip before dipping his tongue inside Monroe’s mouth for another taste. Monroe gentles the kiss minutely and then pulls away.
At Nick’s pout, Monroe smiles and pecks his lips one last time. The Blutbad walks naked to the bathroom, grabbing a washcloth and wetting it to clean himself off. Monroe pads back with a clean wet cloth to wipe Nick down. Nick is under the covers and Monroe pulls them down nonchalantly. The Grimm blushes, squirming a bit as Monroe cleans him. Monroe digs into his drawers for the boxers he bought for his mate and tosses a pair to Nick. He tugs on his own. Monroe knows they can’t have a serious talk if they’re naked.
“Are you ready to finish our talk, Nick?”
He shrugs. A part of him doesn’t want to finish their talk, he isn’t sure he wants to know. But the part of him that knows that ignorance isn’t always bliss needs this talk.
Monroe guides Nick off the bed and downstairs to the kitchen. Nick sits on the stool while Monroe makes coffee. Monroe then starts preparing banana pancakes for breakfast. Nick watches him silently as he makes the pancake batter and starts frying them. Monroe plops three pancakes on a plate and hands it to Nick. The pancakes look good and he takes a bite. “Mmm.” Nick savors the sweetness of the blueberries and devours the rest of the pancakes on his plate.
Monroe smirks, setting a couple more pancakes on his mate’s plate before taking several for himself. Nick eats slower this time and the two men soon eat their fill. With full bellies, they walk to the living room and sink onto the couch. Nick looks nervous when he asks, “So, this talk?”
Monroe smiles gently. “l’ll answer any questions you have.”
Nick blurts, “You were kidding about the p—pre-heat thing, right?” His face falls at the serious expression on Monroe’s face. “You’re not kidding, are you?”
The Blutbad shakes his head. “No. You really are in pre-heat.”
“But I’m human! I am not even Wesen!”
“Apparently, that doesn’t matter.”
Nick looks at him in disbelief, “Apparently? This hasn’t happened before?”
Monroe shrugs, “As far as I know, there has never been a Blutbad mated to a human, Grimm or not.”
Nick mutters to himself, “You just had to be the first, didn’t you Nick?” Taking a deep breath, he asks, “What does that mean? What is a pre-heat?”
“Pre-heat usually lasts a week or so. The couple will mate numerous times during pre-heat and is basically a preparation for the submissive mate’s heat.”
“So that’s the reason I—you know…” Nick vaguely gestures to his dick.
Monroe chuckles, “Yes, Nick. Your pre-heat is the reason why you have cum so many times in such a short time. You will likely crave contact with me until your heat hits.”
“I’m going into heat?”
“Yes.”
“And that means…what?”
“We’ll need to have sex, a lot of sex, for at least a couple of days.”
“Need? What happens if we don’t?”
Monroe is solemn, “Trust me, Nick, you don’t want to know. It would be excruciating for you if we didn’t.” Blutbaden have died from not mating during their heats. Monroe’s grandfather had told him a story of a Blutbad submissive that had been kidnapped and went into heat. The poor woman had died from the stress and pain of being separated from her mate during her heat.
Nick’s face looks pained, “Okay. Definitely don’t want that.” He thinks about it, “I’ll have to take off work then. Do you know when my—er—heat starts?”
Monroe breathes deeply; he can smell himself all over Nick and underneath that scent is Nick’s pre-heat smell. “In approximately five days, your heat will come.”
“And why am I am going into heat? I mean it’s not like I could get pregnant or anything!” Nick jokes, laughing at the thought. His gray eyes meet Monroe’s and his laugh cuts out abruptly. “I can’t get pregnant, right? I’m a fucking man.”
Monroe’s expression is sheepish, “Well…actually Blutbaden pregnancies are not exclusive of females.”
“Are you fucking kidding me? Men can get pregnant?!” Nick screams.
“They can.”
Nick is freaking out again. *Wasn’t the whole I’m suddenly gay for Monroe and his fucking mate enough? Now I might get pregnant too! What the hell!* Nick takes a deep breath. “Okay, okay. But I’m not a Blutbad or a Wesen. I can’t get pregnant. I am a fucking male, a human. There is no way that I can get pregnant. Nope, not fucking happening.”
Monroe bites his lip, “That’s not exactly true.”
“What?! You aren’t telling me that it is possible?”
“It might be. Blutbaden matings are serious. I’ve never know a pair that was infertile, not true mates at least.”
Nick stands hastily, “That’s it. Your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me! No fucking way! Fuck my heat! I suffer through it but you keep that huge monster you call a cock away from me!” Nick tries to run but Monroe grabs him before he has the chance. Monroe pulls him back to the couch, forcing his mate to sit on his lap. Nick struggles but his strength is no match for a Blutbad’s. He is still practically a baby Grimm and one day he will be a match for Monroe but that day is not today. Nick fights but cannot escape. Minutes later, he resigns himself to being stuck here with Monroe.
Once Nick settles down, Monroe cradles him lovingly in his arms. “I love you, Nick. There is nothing I want more than to have a family, have cubs with you. But this—us—is new. My knowledge of Blutbaden mating won’t help here. I don’t know if you are fertile, Nick. That isn’t something we’ll know until after your heat.”
“The heat is supposed to get me pregnant, isn’t it?” Nick asks sounding tired.
“Traditionally, yes.”
“You want that?”
“Of course I do, Nicky. You are my mate and I’d love to have cubs with you.”
Nick asks timidly, “What—what if we can’t, you know?”
Monroe grabs Nick’s chin gently and turns his face toward his own. “If we can’t, I will still love you. We will always have each other. That is all that matters, Nick.”
Nick blinks back tears, the sharp, heavy pain in his chest eases. This is new and crazy and he’s still overwhelmed and fucking confused as hell but his emotions are already invested in this, in them. He wants and needs Monroe will an intensity that scares him. The thought of Monroe leaving him is terrifying, even more so than being a pregnant man.
Monroe guides his head to his shoulder and uses long, soothing strokes down Nick’s back to calm and soothe him. Nick lets Monroe’s scent flood his senses and inch by inch he relaxes. The fact that he could get pregnant is still weird as shit and a bit frightening but he will have Monroe will him, whatever happens.
Nick breaks the silence, “What’s that—er—bulge thing on your—um…”
Monroe can smell and see Nick’s pretty blush. “My knot.”
“A…knot?”
Monroe explains, “Like dogs, male Blutbaden have knots. It is for breeding.”
“Breeding?”
“Locks the mates together and the seed inside the bitch; it increases the chances of impregnating the bitch.”
“Did you just call me a bitch?” Nick demands, sounding offended.
Monroe’s amusement rises, although he is smart enough to keep it hidden. Nick is definitely the bitch in this relationship especially if he turns out to be fertile but he doesn’t need to know that. “Of course not, Nicky.”
Nick eyes him suspiciously but accepts the answer.

Notes: Next chapter will possibly have some awkwardness: Nick limping at work for reasons he has to lie about, Wesen (at work, i.e. Renard, and possibly other places/people as well) smelling Monroe's claim on Nick, Wesen smelling his pre-heat scent, Nick struggling to come up with a lie for taking off work, maybe some hardcore cuddling. Knowing the two horny bastards, they'll likely get naked and have some sexy fun.
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