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Claiming Your Grimm	By : ChibiAyane Category: G through L > Grimm Views: 6214 -:- 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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Chapter 4
Less than twenty minutes after Nick kicked his Captain in the balls and threw his badge at him, the Grimm was in the back room of the Spice Shop with Rosalee tending to his bleeding bite mark, while he took the opportunity to vent his frustrations at the understanding Fuchsbau.
"So, he actually tried to force you?" Rosalee asked, putting a bandage over the mark on his shoulder.
"Yes-sss," Nick grumbled, hissing as the bandage touched the sore spot.
"And you quit your job," Rosalee said.
"Yeah," Nick replied, sighing. "It was more of an impulse in the heat of the moment, but I think I made the right choice," he murmured, rolling his bandaged shoulder to make the tape holding on the gauze looser.
Rosalee hesitated. "So... What are you going to do next? Are you going to move away?"

"I don't know," Nick sighed again. "I don't want to but I think I'll have to, if I want to get Renard off my ass. I don't even want to go home right now because he's probably already there waiting for me."
"I wouldn't doubt it," Rosalee agreed with a smile. "Did you think about what Monroe and I said?"
"What?" Nick asked, frowning.
"We asked you if you would think about whether being bonded to Renard was such a terrible thing," she said, putting her wound care tools away. The only reply she got was another sigh. "Under normal circumstances, I would tell you to leave, get away from Renard and Portland but... in this case? Your life is so much more complicated than others, Nick."
Nick scowled. "Yeah. I noticed."
"I, personally, think you should give him a chance," Rosalee said, coming to sit beside him on the sofa. "If only so you could enjoy the benefits that would come with it."
"Benefits?" Nick asked in confusion.
"Yes," Rosalee answered. "Think about it, if you and he were bonded, you would both gain allies and followers; protection. Renard has a lot of friends in high places, and even some in very low places, more than anyone knows. The political value alone would be worth the cost. But I know you don't care about that. If you and he were bound together, you would be safer, at the very least. Fewer Wesen would attack you, because you're both a Grimm and a Royal's mate. That is something everyone would be glad for. We don't like seeing you get hurt so much. The added protection from the Royal's binding would be a god send for you. No Wesen in their right mind wants to get on a Royal's bad side."
"Why?" Nick asked, purely out of curiosity.
"Well," Rosalee began. "I'm not sure how it works for Sean Renard since he's a half-blood, but apparently a woged Royal is really a sight to behold. They're the only Wesen out there that can actually transform their whole bodies."
"Wait," Nick cut in. "Are you telling me Captain Renard can turn himself completely into an animal?"

"Yes and no," Rosalee said. "I've heard that a Royal's full form is akin to a dragon or a gargoyle." Nick thought about that, then snorted out a laugh when he pictured Renard sitting on the roof of a building watching the city below. "That was funny?" Rosalee asked, with a smile.
"Sorry," Nick said, clearing his throat. "I just pictured Renard as a gargoyle, sitting on a roof and glaring at all the little people below him." Rosalee's smile widened and she coughed to stop herself from laughing.
"So, anyway, that's why most people won't go against a Royal. They have a very intimidating form and they seem to possess this ability to make people do as they say. An influence of sorts. According to the research Monroe and I have done, it doesn't work on Grimms and some other Wesen are resistant to it. Another reason why he's doing this bonding process the way he is, he can't make you want to bond to him like he could with anyone else, if he so chose."
"He can make people follow his orders?" Nick asked, staring at her, anger building up inside him.
"Not necessarily," Rosalee replied. "He can make them WANT to follow his orders, he can't actually make them do anything." Nick relaxed a little. "It's probably why he's such a good commanding officer. His Royal blood gives him what he needs to do it." She got up and went about making tea for the both of them. "The point of the matter is, Nick, he can't make you want it but he definitely wants you, for many reasons. I really don't think you'd be able to leave Portland, I don't think he'll let you. And you don't even want to leave anyway, so why do it?"
"To prove that he can't make decisions in my life," Nick said. "He can't just overlook what I want and do whatever the hell he feels like doing!"
Rosalee sighed. She couldn't really argue with that. This process with Renard would be going far better if the man had tried dating or courting the Grimm first.
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An hour later, Nick pulled up to his house and parked in his usual spot. Renard's SUV was parked across the street and Nick could see him waiting in the driver's seat. Nick got out of his car with a heavy sigh, pretending not to have seen the man, who hopped out of his vehicle the second after Nick had gotten out of his. The Grimm walked fast up the steps and path to his front door. The sound of Renard's footsteps behind him made Nick's face twitch with irritation.
"Nick!" Renard called. Nick ignored him and hurried through his front door. He tried to slam the door in the Captain's face, but a strong hand and a foot in the doorway prevented it. Nick tried to push the door closed, but growled and gave up after a few seconds and walked away, leaving Renard to choose if he would come in or leave. He hoped he'd do the latter. He didn't, Renard came in. "Nick, at least listen to me!"
Nick again didn't say anything, just dropped his keys in the dish, shucked off his coat and threw it over a chair, then headed straight into the kitchen. He needed a beer, if he was going to get through a conversation with Renard without strangling him with his own tie. The annoyed Grimm opened his fridge and grabbed one beer. Hell if he was going offer one to his jackass of a boss... former boss. He opened it with his thumb and chugged half of it before he turned to find Renard right there in his personal space. That just annoyed Nick even more. So did the short spike of arousal that went through him when Renard's personal scent wafted up his nose. Nick's eyebrow twitched and he shoved past the Captain and headed for the living room.
"Nick," Renard said, sounding annoyed as well.
"What!?" Nick snapped, spinning around and pinning the man with a glare that would send any other Wesen running for the hills.
Sean sighed. "Will you listen to me? Just hear me out!"
Nick glared harder, chewing the inside of his cheek. He didn't answer. He only turned and sat on the couch. Renard took that as an invitation to speak, or at the very least it wasn't a refusal. The Captain took his coat off and laid it on the same chair that Nick's coat was on, then moved to sit on the arm chair in front of Nick. He would've sat on the couch next to Nick, but he had a feeling it would only make the Grimm angrier.
"Nick, this bonding," Renard started. "It'll be good for both of us." Nick only stared at him, taking another gulp of his beer. Renard sighed. "It'll also help out our friends and allies. Your friends will be better protected, just like you will be."
"Yeah, I realize that," Nick said.
"Then why are you fighting this?"
"Because you didn't even give me a choice," Nick hissed, sitting forward.
Renard sighed again, closing his eyes. He opened them again and pinned them on Nick. "If I had come up to you and asked you to do this beforehand, you would have just laughed in my face, thought I was insane or accused me of sexual harassment."
"I still think you're insane and it's still sexual harassment," Nick bit out. "If I were a woman, I'd be accusing you of attempted rape."
Renard glared at him. "I would never do that."
"Are you sure?" Nick asked, tilting his head. "You're getting pretty close to doing it. Three times now, that I know of, you've had your hands all over me when I didn't want you to. One time was while I was unconscious!"
"Nick," Renard sighed heavily. "I just want to do this bonding process and get it over with. You have no idea how dangerous it is out there right now, for you especially. If you just let me finish the process, afterwards I'll never touch you again."
"I don't want you to touch me at all!" Nick shouted, standing up and heading back into the kitchen with his empty bottle. He needed another one, if this conversation was going to continue. Renard got up and followed him.
"Nick, please," the Captain begged. "You don't know how many people are out there who want to get their hands on you!"
"Then, do please, enlighten me, your Highness," Nick spat sarcastically, tossing his bottle in the recycle bin.
Renard glowered at him but answered. "There are seven Royal families, Nick, all of them want to acquire the Portland Grimm. Either to kill you or control you. Let's not forget the key they still want from you! There's even more criminal organizations and rebel groups that want to draft your services, forcefully if necessary. Even the Resistance is hounding me to let them use you!"
Nick scoffed. "They come to YOU to ask if they can USE me?"
"Like it or not, Nick, that's how the Wesen world currently works. If there's a Royal somewhere, people will go to the Royal to ask for services or to ask permission to do just about anything in the Royal's area, before they even speak to anyone else. In the state of Oregon, that's me, bastard son or not!" Renard said, standing in front of him. He reached out to put his hand on Nick's shoulder, getting ready to say something else.
"Do not touch me!" Nick growled, yanking his shoulder away from his hand.
"Nick," Renard sighed yet again, putting his hand to his forehead to rub at the growing headache. "I'm doing this to protect you!"
"I don't need you to protect me!" Nick ground out, turning to get another beer. Hopefully, he wouldn't use it to bash Renard in the head.
"Oh, really?" Renard asked, glaring at the Grimm, his own temper rising. "Do you know what would happen if I stopped protecting you as much as I already am? You wouldn't last a day before someone managed to kill you or abduct you! Hundreds of people, Nick, hundreds of people are after you!" He made the mistake of reaching for Nick again. As soon as his hand grabbed Nick's arm, the Grimm's other hand collided with his face, fisted around a beer bottle. The bottle shattered in Nick's hand, spraying the floor and Renard with beer, as the Royal landed on his ass again. There was blood dripping from Nick's hand, a piece of glass could be seen sticking out of the Grimm's palm.
"Get out," Nick growled, standing over him.
Renard stood up, wiping beer off of his face. He took a couple steps back from the infuriated Grimm. Even he didn't like having the ultimate predator look at him like that, with murder in his eyes. Though, the beasts inside him quivered in need and arousal. "Nick," he tried again.
"Get out!" Nick shouted. A steak knife embedded itself in the kitchen's doorframe, inches from Renard's head. He hadn't even seen him pick the knife up, and he'd done it expertly with his injured hand! Renard clenched his jaw, holding his hands up in surrender. The Royal turned and walked out of the kitchen, grabbing his coat on the way to the door. He walked out, feeling slightly nervous with the sound of Nick's angry footsteps behind him. At the moment, he didn't like having an enraged Grimm walking behind him, where he couldn't see him. Renard walked out the front door and didn't have to worry about closing it, as it slammed shut behind him, nearly hitting him in the ass.
TBC

I should stop ending chapters with slamming doors...
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