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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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A/N: Sorry for the chapter title, I’m weird and it makes me laugh, so I kept it!
For the readers that are not fans of the show and are just reading because of me, I have some notes (if not just ignore this):
Monroe’s full name is never given. There is some speculation on whether Monroe is a first or last name and a couple different hypotheses on what his full name is. Since nothing has been confirmed, I will continue to just use Monroe. I am guessing Monroe is his first name. I might make up a last name for him at some point, which will likely be something German but definitely not in this chapter.
Hank Griffin is Nick’s partner. He is human and at this point is in the dark about Nick being a Grimm and the existence of Wesen.
Drew Wu is a patrol cop that often works with Hank and Nick (I didn’t even know his first name as everyone just calls him Wu). He is often sarcastic. Also human and as unaware as Hank.
Sean Renard is Nick’s boss. He is a hybrid. His father was human, his mother was a Hexenbiest (which looks like a mummy or zombie when woging). He knows Nick is a Grimm, although Nick does not know Sean is Wesen yet.

The next morning, Nick awakes a couple of hours later by a painful, empty ache inside him. Still half asleep, he whimpers softly. Nick instinctually presses his ass back into Monroe, grinding into him. Monroe grunts, opening his eyes slowly. The Blutbad quickly takes note of his mate’s desperate movements and his incoherent cries. “Shh, my mate. Let me make it better.” Monroe inserts a leg between Nick’s and gently exposes his entrance. Lining himself up, Monroe eases inside. Nick sighs, “Monroe…full.” The ache is gone, filled sweetly by his mate, who is thrusting lazily. The Grimm goes back to sleep, not even hard. He got what he needed: to be filled. Monroe chuckles as his slow, steady thrusts lull Nick to sleep. His mate barely twitches as Monroe knots and fills him. Tied together securely, Monroe soon drifts off as well.
The next time Nick awakes it isn’t because of a painful emptiness but his morning alarm blaring on his phone. Fumbling, the Grimm shuts off the alarm. Nick grumbles, not wanting to get up. Slowly, his mind wakes up and brings a few things into focus. First, he feels full, practically full enough to burst. Nick touches his stomach and swears he can feel the loads of come extending it. Second, Monroe is knotted inside him. His mind stutters. *Well, fuck.* He and Monroe had fucked like bunnies all over the house yesterday but Monroe had eaten him out before bed. Nick shouldn’t be filled with come…not unless he slept through multiple rounds of sex during the night. He has a fuzzy memory of a painful emptiness but isn’t sure if that was a dream or a memory.
Monroe kisses the back of Nick’s neck. “Morning.”
“Morning,” Nick echoes, voice thick with sleep. After a few seconds of silence, Nick blurts out, “Did you fuck me while I was sleeping?”
Laughing quietly, Monroe answers, “Technically…yes. You woke me up at about three this morning. You were obviously in pain but as soon as I was inside you, you stopped whimpering. You fell asleep before I even finished. I am not even sure you were fully awake. Either way, it was clear you needed it from the sounds you made. It happened again at five and a few minutes before your alarm woke you up. I’ve heard it happens to some mates before a heat, where the submissive needs to be filled almost constantly during the night or else they are in pain.”
Nick marvels to himself, *This is so fucking weird. How is this my life now? I thought learning about Wesen existing was weird. Now men can get pregnant and my ass fucking hungers for Monroe’s dick.* “Fuck, is this going to happen while I’m at work?” How would he explain to Hank or Captain Renard or Wu? *Don’t mind me, I’m just screaming in pain ‘cause my ass hurts. Nothing that can’t be solved by getting fucked by my male Blutbad mate. Nothing strange here.* Nick is unsurprisingly freaking out.
Monroe pulls out carefully and turns his mate to face him. “Nick! Nick! Calm down. How much time do you have until you have to leave?”
Taking a deep, calming breath Nick answers, “An hour.”
“Okay. You are going to shower and I’ll make breakfast. Before you leave, I’ll fuck and fill you. A butt plug should let you get through the day without me.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m not wearing a fucking butt plug to the police station! Are you insane? They’re cops, they are going to notice that I’m walking like I got something up my ass ‘cause I fucking do!”
Monroe is calm despite Nick’s cursing. “Nick. We’ve been having sex practically non-stop for a few days. Trust me, butt plug or not you are already going to be limping. We can do it your way but do you want to explain that you have to leave because your ass hurts from being empty?”
“Fuckity fuck fucking, son of a bitch!” Nick rants, not wanting to admit Monroe is right.
Amused, Monroe drawls, “Yes, I am a son of a bitch.”
Nick’s laugh is slightly manic. “My life is fucking weird as shit.”
“Good weird?” Monroe asks teasingly.
This situation with Monroe is freaking weird but Nick’s never felt more pleasure. Despite Nick being dragged along by his body’s urges, he has enjoyed being with Monroe. The Blutbad cares for him and only wants to make him happy. More than once, Monroe has told him that he is the most important person in his life and that he’ll do anything and everything he can to make him happy. Monroe loves him. Nick isn’t sure how he feels yet but he knows Monroe makes him feel good, not just in bed but out of it as well. “Good weird,” the Grimm admits reluctantly.
Monroe grins, kissing Nick’s smiling lips. Nick moans as the Blutbad coaxes Nick to share wet, French kisses. Monroe sucks on Nick’s tongue, pulling his mate atop him. The Grimm groans and his hips jerk forward. Nick grinds and thrusts desperately against Monroe. The Blutbad grabs his ass and helps Nick rock against him until he spills wetly between them. Monroe kisses him possessively as Nick eases down from his orgasm high. A minute later, Monroe orders, “Go. Shower.”
A dazed looking Nick gets up and pads naked to the bathroom, a clear limp in his gait. He seems unaware of the cum dripping down his leg.
Despite wanting to follow his mate, Monroe forces himself to go downstairs and start breakfast. Five minutes later, Nick comes down wearing only a towel. He sees no reason to get dressed only to strip a few minutes later. Nick’s time in the shower made him realize that Monroe is somewhat right. He is not wearing a fucking butt plug at work but the fucking might be a good idea. Nick is limping enough, thank you very much. No need to make it worse by sticking latex or whatever the hell plugs are made of up his ass. Breakfast is again delicious but Nick takes little time to savor. Finished, he nonchalantly tears off the towel. Monroe’s mouth hangs open, his food forgotten at the sight of his mate’s nakedness. Nick drags him to the couch, yanks his pants and boxers down and pushes him on to the couch. Without hesitation, the Grimm straddles him, sinks onto his cock and starts to move. Monroe’s hands automatically fall to his mate’s hips as Nick rides him. The fierce expression on Nick’s face is doing nothing to stave off his speedily approaching orgasm. Monroe tries to say something but nothing intelligible comes out.
Nick grins wickedly, pleased that he isn’t the only one that can be rendered speechless by sex. He snaps his hips faster and faster as Monroe’s fingers dig into his hips. There’s no doubt he will have finger shaped bruises on his slim hips. Monroe breaks first, his knot swelling rapidly. He growls deeply as he fills his mate. Nick bounces on Monroe’s lap until he too reaches his peak. Languid, Nick collapses forward as he catches his breath. The Blutbad’s large hands stroke his bare back soothingly until his knot shrinks. With gentle hands, he eases Nick’s head back. “You’d better get dressed Nicky. You don’t want to be late. Do you want me to get the plug ready for you?”
The Grimm’s face leaves no doubt that he just had very satisfying sex and Monroe wonders if that expression will disappear before Nick gets to the station.
Shaking his head, “No. I’ll be fine. If I have to, I will come home for lunch.”
“Okay, Nick.” Monroe doesn’t push.
Nick drags himself up, finding his towel he wipes himself off. Monroe’s sleep shirt is cum-covered and he tears it off before pulling up his boxers and sleep pants. He smiles to himself as he watches Nick walk upstairs naked.
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Nick spends the drive to the station thinking up a believable lie. He can’t just blurt out “Oh hey, I’m gay now and my boyfriend is that guy I thought was kidnapping those kids. I spent the whole weekend with his sizable cock up my ass, which is why I can’t walk without a limp.” That would go over well, wouldn’t it? Wu would probably make some snarky response but Hank would look at him like he has lost his mind. Nick wishes it he could blame ice but he unfortunately isn’t that lucky. Sitting in the parking lot, Nick checks himself in the mirror. He sighs loudly, *How the hell am I going to fool all those cops? Wu and Hank and Captain?* To his own eye, Nick looks sex dazed. What can he expect when he and Monroe spent most of the weekend fucking. He rubs his hands over his face roughly. He stares at himself in the mirror until he looks more like himself and less like the sex addict Monroe apparently turned him into.
Steeling himself, Nick limps into work, groaning in his head when the first person he sees is Wu. “Morning Nick.” His eyebrow quirks at Nick’s pronounced limp. “Have some fun this weekend?”
Wanting to blush but knowing that if he does Wu will never, ever let it go. “Nothing that fun. I fell in the shower this morning.”
“You fell in the shower this morning…” Wu echoes in disbelief.
Nick can read the doubt in Wu’s eyes and the speculation.
Wu grins suddenly, “Don’t worry, Nick, the boys and I will be sure to install those safety bars in your shower for you. Don’t forget that rubber mat with the flowers just like my Nana has! Oh! And we’ll get you one of those medical alert necklaces too! Can’t be too careful!”
Nick grits his teeth and walks away with as much dignity as he can.
Wu yells at Nick’s back, “You will be safe in your house again, Nick, leave it to me!”
Nick comforts himself by telling himself it could have been a lot worse. Lost in his head, he doesn’t notice the reaction of a man that walks past him. The man, a Wesen, recognizes the scents coming from Nick immediately: a Blutbad has claimed him and Nick is in pre-heat. The man wonders if Nick is a Blutbad too before shrugging and moving on. Nick is stopped several more times for an explanation on his injury and is subjected to further teasing from his fellow officers.
Hank is sitting at his desk. “What happened to you?”
Nick expression reflects his growing frustration. He growls, “I fell in the shower, okay?”
“Whoa, bite my head off Nick. I only asked a question.”
Taking a deep calming breath, “Sorry Hank. It’s been a difficult morning.”
“No problem, man.” Hank is smirking despite his serious tone, “So you fell in your shower, huh?”
Clinching his teeth, Nick replies, “Yes.” He can’t change his story now. Nick must fully commit to the lie. He is not telling his partner about his sex crazed weekend with Monroe.
Hank leans back in his chair. “In the shower…your shower?”
The little muscle in his jaw flutters angrily, “Yes, in my shower.”
“Alone or with Juliette?”
“No. We broke up this weekend.” *Wow, this is the first time I’ve thought about Juliette since Monroe and I…*
Hank sits up quickly, “What? You and Juliette broke up?”
Nick silently cheers; Hank is now more concerned about his breakup with Juliette than his ‘fall’ in the shower. *Fall in the shower, right. More like fall onto Monroe’s huge dick.* The thought makes his own dick twitch. *Fuck, stop thinking about Monroe’s dick you idiot!*
“Nick. Nick!”
He startles at the sound of his name. “What?”
“What happened?”
“When?”
“With Juliette?” Hank eyes him suspiciously.
Nick shrugs, pretending to be baffled. “I don’t know. I thought we were fine but obviously we weren’t.” A person would think that being with Juliette for years would have made the breakup hard but Nick only feels relieved. At least with Monroe he doesn’t have to hide who he is anymore.
“Women. I’ve been married three times and I still don’t understand them. Sometimes I see the appeal of being gay; at least men are easy to understand,” Hank mutters almost to himself.
Nick’s mouth gapes open. He asks in a disbelieving tone, “What?” Nick swears he can see a blush forming on Hank’s dark skin. “Are you blushing?”
“What?! Nooo!” Hank’s tone only serves to make it clearer that he is blushing.
“You are totally blushing!”
Hank splutters, “I am not!”
Nick grins, happy to have the upper hand for once this morning. “Anything you’d like to tell me, Hank?”
Hank is saved from having to answer when Wu walks in and tells them they’ve got a case.
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The rest of the day goes fairly smoothly. The perp is immediately identified and they spend the day searching for the man. They find Jay Candle hiding in his mother’s basement still covered in the victim’s blood. Candle is unresisting when they come for him.
Upon arriving back at the station, Hank and Nick are called into Captain Sean Renard’s office. It is only Renard’s rigid control that prevents him from reacting when Nick walks in. Sean is taken aback. He knows that Nick is a Grimm but the scents coming off him are shocking. For Nick to not only be claimed by a Wesen—a Blutbad but to also be in pre-heat is unheard of. Renard has never heard of any human male, Grimm or otherwise, that is capable of going into pre-heat.
Once Nick and Hank update him on the case, Nick stays behind. The Grimm looks nervous as he waits for Hank to leave and shut the door. “Captain, I was hoping to get a week off. Starting Friday?”
*So Nick knows he’s going into heat.* Renard nods, “Sure Nick. Pretty short notice but I’m sure I can find someone to cover for you.”
Nick fights a blush, “Uh yeah. Juliette and I broke up and I just need some time.”
Renard makes a sympathetic noise while smirking in his head. *What a perfect lie. Good job, Nick.* “Are you okay to work the rest of this week or would you like to start your vacation now?”
Flustered, Nick hastily answers, “No. I’m good. Friday is fine.”
“Okay.” When Nick doesn’t leave, Sean asks, “Was there something else?”
“What? Oh, no. Thank you. Goodnight Captain.”
“Goodnight Nick.” Sean wonders to himself how this is going to change his plans for Nick.
Nick is greatly relieved to say goodnight to his co-workers and head home. His mind wanders as he drives home on autopilot. Minutes later, he finds himself in front of the house he’d shared with Juliette. Without a second thought, Nick leaves and drives to Monroe’s. The Blutbad’s place feels more like home than his own house does. Entering the house with the key Monroe had given him, Nick can’t resist announcing, “I’m home.” Smiling at how strange yet somehow fitting that is, Nick goes in search of Monroe. The Blutbad is in his workroom, delicately and carefully fixing a clock. Shrugging, Nick goes to the bedroom, strips to his boxers and climbs into the big bed. He is thankful that his hours away from Monroe hadn’t hurt him. Nick may have felt a bit lonely without Monroe but no pain. The case and the seemingly endless teasing had made the day feel longer. He is tired and falls asleep within minutes.
When he wakes, Nick finds himself sprawled half on top of a sleeping Monroe. He smiles, rubbing his cheek against the coarse hair on Monroe’s bare chest. The Blutbad snuffles in his sleep and one of his large hands sneaks under the waistband of Nick’s boxers to cup his butt cheek possessively. Not sure whether to be offended or embarrassed or pleased, Nick mentally shrugs and snuggles into Monroe and falls back asleep. The next time Nick wakes, he finds himself blanketed by Monroe’s body. One of the Blutbad’s legs is thrown over one of his and Monroe’s body is plastered to his back, a heavy and hairy arm is slung over his chest. Nick wiggles in an attempt to escape but it only serves to make Monroe grip him tighter and pull him closer. “Monroe?” Nick receives no answer and again tries to wiggle out of Monroe’s hold. The Blutbad growls softly in warning and Nick freezes unsure how to react. But when Nick’s struggles cease, Monroe quiets and snuffles contently. The warm, comforting presence of Monroe soon relaxes Nick. The Grimm resigns himself to being aggressively cuddled by a large, sleeping Blutbad. Despite being practically smothered by Monroe’s cuddling, Nick finds he kind of likes it. He feels safe and protected in a way he has never experienced before. It’s sort of nice. Nick concludes he might as well enjoy it as he can’t escape until Monroe wakes anyway.
This is apparently his life now, he might as well get used to it.
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