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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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I know practically nothing about Sean Renard’s family. I know his parentage but nothing beyond that. I know his parents must make an appearance either in Season 3 or 4 but I’m only at the middle of Season 3 and I haven’t seen them yet. So I’m making up stuff for his family and childhood. I could find nothing about Hank’s family on the Grimm wiki, so I’m making up my own.

Reluctant to leave, Sean hits the snooze button once before he shakes Hank awake. Hank groans and rubs the sleep from his eyes. It takes him a moment to realize he is lying on a man’s chest. Hank blinks stupidly before his brain gives him memory flashes of the previous night and very early this morning.  *Okay. So you got dumped, got drunk, got sucked and got fucked by your boss. Way to pace yourself Hank.*
Sean can’t resist clasping Hank’s chin and pulling him into a tender kiss, his heart rejoicing when Hank returns the kiss. “Good morning.”
Brave face on, Hank parrots, “Morning.” Jumping into bed with Sean definitely wasn’t something Hank planned. He’d been perfectly content with Carrie. Okay maybe he had been mildly obsessed with watching gay porn in secret but actually sleeping with a guy wasn’t something he thought about actually doing.
Caressing Hank’s face, Sean says, “How are you feeling?”
“Overwhelmed,” Hank blurts out.
Chuckling a bit, Sean answers, “Understandable.” Sean fights with himself, trying to determine whether to say what he wants to or to be more cautious. Taking a chance, he declares, “Being with you was as perfect as I’d imagined.”
Hank is startled at the admission. He hadn’t thought much about Sean outside of work but Hank imagined he would be much more closed off. Sean seemed the type to keep things to himself. Hank doesn’t know what to say to that and just stares at Sean blankly. He watches as a faint blush blooms on Sean’s cheeks. Hank didn’t think it was possible but Captain Renard, his big bad boss, is blushing! It is completely unexpected.
Sean tries to keep the hope growing in his chest in check but he fails spectacularly. “Would you have dinner with me tonight?”
“Like a date, a dinner date?”
“A date,” Sean answers confidently.
“Where?”
“My place? I thought you might be more comfortable eating in and I’d like to cook for you.”
Hank grins; he likes this side of Sean, who would imagine he could be sweet? “You cook?”
*God he’s beautiful.* Sean marvels at how Hank’s face transforms when he smiles. “Yes.”
Hank considers his options. He could say no, forget all about what happened last night and this morning like it never happened. Pretend that he never kissed a guy, pretend that Sean didn’t fuck him and that he didn’t beg Sean for more. Or he could take a chance. Hank has never been lucky in love, thus the three ex-wives and too many ex-girlfriends to count. Maybe Sean will be different; being with him certainly feels different. “Okay.”
Sean is thrilled that Hank said yes and lunges forward to capture Hank’s lips. Hank willingly opens his mouth and their tongues meet in a wonderfully hot and wet kiss.
Kissing a man isn’t as unfamiliar as Hank would have thought. Sean tastes good and is quite skilled, not that Hank is really surprised. Sean is one of those guys that don’t have to try very hard to get a date. Hank is sure Sean has had plenty of experience. He is very intense and sexy, which Hank imagines both men and women are attracted to.
With regret, Sean declares, “We better get ready for work. We’re going to be late as it is.” Sean thankfully has a spare suit in his vehicle to change into.
“Can you drop me off at my car?”
As much as he wants to stroll into work late beside Hank and have others speculating as to the reason, Sean realizes Hank is going to need his car. “Sure.”
They both dress quickly and are out the door. Conscious of the newness, Sean refrains from kissing Hank’s plump lips when he drops him off, handing Hank his keys back. Hank gets behind the wheel, marveling at all the changes the last day had wrought. It isn’t until he parks that Hank realizes that he isn’t sure how to act like nothing has changed. He got fucked by a guy for the first time in his life and not just any guy but his boss. And it was good. That is pretty life changing for someone his age. Hank shrugs to himself, he is fairly certain he can get through this day without giving himself away. Apparently getting fucked is a nice hangover cure because he doesn’t usually feel this good after getting completely wasted.
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Tuesday morning Nick gets greeted by Wu, who appears to be waiting for him. That can never be good. With a wide grin, Wu takes out the thing he’s been hiding behind his back. It’s a shower mat that looks like he stole it from a nursing home. “Can’t be too careful at your age, Nick.”
Nick stares at him baffled, shouting “You’re like eight years older than me!”
“Who is the one that slipped in the shower and came in limping like a 90 year old man? Hmm? I’m pretty sure that wasn’t me.” Wu’s expression turns contemplative. “Who was that again?”
Nick grits his teeth, ripping the shower mat from Wu’s fingers. “Goodbye Wu.”
Wu grabs his arm, preventing him from leaving. “Can’t remember? Memory going too, Nick?” Wu’s voice quiets and he whispers conspiringly, “It was you.”
Disgusted, Nick rips himself out of Wu’s grip and stalks off. He can hear Wu laughing to himself behind him. Nick chucks the shower mat into the trash can. He should have just blurted out the truth; it would have almost been worth it to see the shock on Wu’s face.
Hank comes in late and something is different about him. Nick isn’t sure what it is yet though. That plus the blushing and his comment from yesterday has peaked Nick’s interest. Despite Nick’s persistence, he can’t get anything out of Hank. His partner seems to be fighting a blush when asked about yesterday. Hank conveniently finds a way to change the subject or leave every time Nick brings it up. Eventually Nick stops trying; knowing that he himself is hiding more than one secret from Hank. Hank will tell him when he’s ready, just as Nick will tell Hank his own secrets in due time. He doesn’t like keeping secrets from Hank but telling him about the Wesen world is enough of a challenge, adding that Nick is essentially mated to a real life werewolf is kind of hard to explain without explaining the first part.
“I’m taking a week off starting Friday,” Nick announces nonchalantly out of the blue.
Hank looks at his partner critically. “Why?” Nick can’t be taking off suddenly to go on a vacation with Juliette because they are no longer together.
Nick shrugs, “I thought I’d take some time to get my head on straight after what happened with Juliette. Maybe go camping or something, I don’t know yet.”
Hank’s eyes narrow, “You and Juliette broke up so you’re…going camping?” His tone makes it clear that he is very much doubtful of Nick’s truthfulness. Hank watches distrustfully as Nick gives him those sad puppy eyes of his.
Not really having an answer Nick shrugs again. “I guess.”
“I guess I am just surprised that workaholic Nick Burkhardt suddenly wants to convene with nature to get over a breakup instead of doing what he usually does, which is work. The last time you broke up with a girlfriend you picked up every overtime shift you could get.” Hank knows something is going on with Nick, something that Nick doesn’t want to tell him.
“We were together for years.   I was going to ask her to marry me. I just need some time to process it, Hank.” Parts of that are true. He and Juliette had been together for years and Nick had considered asking her to marry him. But then he met Monroe and his thoughts of marrying Juliette disappeared.
Despite his doubts, Hank drops it. If he pushes Nick hard enough, Nick will push back and Hank is hiding a secret of his own. One he is nowhere near ready to talk about. Hank needs time to figure this out for himself before he tells Nick about it.
Nick is glad Hank drops it. He isn’t ready for the talk yet. How is he supposed to explain the whole situation with Monroe? He hasn’t even wrapped his brain around it himself. Nick accepts that he is Monroe’s mate. It isn’t something he can deny, not with how his body reacts to the Blutbad. The rest will take some time to get used to.
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Hank is nervous that night when he goes to Sean’s apartment. He picks nervously at his clothes. Hank is wearing his favorite leather jacket, a purple sweater and black jeans he’s been told hug his ass nicely. He also put on his best cologne. It had been a strange feeling to agonize over his clothing for meeting his boss, his male boss, who is his what? Boyfriend? Fuckbuddy? Hank isn’t sure what they are yet.
In front of Sean’s door, Hank bites his lip wondering if he really knows what he is doing. This can’t end well, right? Fucking your boss or as a voice in his head never fails to remind him getting fucked by your boss is likely a recipe for disaster.  *Is this even worth the risk?* His mind pushes for caution but his body is quick to respond with an emphatic hell yes, it’s worth it. Hank’s muscles tense and he swears his ass clenches at just the thought of Sean fucking him again. He is a little sore but nothing like he’d thought he would feel; Sean had taken good care of him. Hank shakes off his nerves and knocks.
Sean opens the door looking suave and sexy in a baby blue sweater and tailored dark gray slacks. His green eyes are alight with heat as he scans over Hank’s outfit. An appreciative expression on his face, Sean vows, “You look good enough to eat.”
Hank honest to god blushes. “T—thank you.” Sean finds it adorable. “You look great too,” Hank blurts awkwardly. Sean doesn’t comment but is glad for the compliment no matter how awkwardly given. He invites Hank inside, Sean’s hand naturally falling to the small of Hank’s back, guiding him to the dining room. “Oh, wow.” The food looks delicious. Sean had made juicy steaks with loaded twice baked potatoes and garlic biscuits. Hank is impressed. It looks like a chef made it. “You really did all this yourself?”
Sean smiles easily, “Of course. Being in the kitchen relaxes me. Why don’t we eat?”
“Okay.” The food turns out to be as delicious as it looks. They make small talk during the meal but don’t delve deep, keeping it light. After they finish, Sean invites Hank to sit on the couch. Hank nervously sits down and Sean sits beside him, situating himself firmly into Hank’s space. To try to distract himself from the conflicting feelings of discomfort and lust, Hank asks, “Tell me about yourself.”
“What do you want to know?”
“Do you have family? Siblings?”
Sean’s mouth turns automatically into a grimace. Family is a touchy subject for him.
Sensing he shouldn’t have asked about Sean’s family, he says “You don’t have to answer. It’s none of my business.” Hank has to fight the urge to fidget.
Sean’s shoulders lose their tension. “My family is…complicated to say the least. I’m a bastard of an important political figure in Europe. I have a half brother but we…don’t get along. My father and the rest of his so-called legitimate family wish I was never born.” Sean obviously omits that they tried to remedy that when he was a child but had failed and that his half brother is far more likely to slit his throat than do anything kind.
“Oh, that must be tough.”
“My mother protected me the best she could despite the imbalance of power between her and my father. I didn’t have an easy childhood by any means but it wasn’t horrible either. We made the best of a bad situation together.”
Hank’s brown eyes soften. “I’m glad you had your mom on your side.”
Sean quirks a minute smile. “Me too.” Without her, Sean likely would have been killed long ago. She had hidden him and kept him safe as a child. She had also gotten him trained. His proficiency at hand to hand and with firearms has saved his life more than once and he owes that to his mother. “What about you? Do you have family?”
“My mom raised me and my three sisters mostly alone.”
“Your dad?”
“He was KIA. Navy Seals.”
Sean cups the back on Hank’s neck comfortingly. “I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago. He was a good man and I’ll always be proud to be his son. The one thing I really remember him saying was that every time someone called him a hero he would say the real hero in our family was Mom. She’s amazing. I am not ashamed to say I’m a Mama’s Boy.” Hank’s eyes sparkle as he smiles at Sean.
As a child, he’d clung to his mother. Sean had to, he didn’t have anyone else. Maybe his father had loved his mother at one time but having Sean had changed that. Sean doesn’t know what his father feels for him; he suspects his feelings are as conflicted as Sean’s are. The royals aren’t too keen on having heirs that they can’t control. Bastard children are just threats to the power the legitimate royals enjoy. Had his mother allowed Sean to be put under the thumb of his father and his family, the royals might have been slightly less inclined to want to kill him but only slightly.
Hank tells Sean about his childhood. “My grandma, my dad’s mom, came to live with us after Dad died. She took care of us while Mom was at work. Grandma Griffin was something else. A bit like Mom strangely enough, a strong, independent woman who didn’t take crap from no one. She died a few years ago.”
Sean pulls Hank into a hug, “I’m sorry, Hank.”
For a moment, Hank tenses but Sean’s big hand rubbing his back is surprisingly comforting. Hank relaxes in Sean’s embrace. “It isn’t your fault. She had a long, full life and I cherish my memories of her. She had cancer and as much as it hurt, I was glad she wasn’t suffering anymore,” he murmurs softly into Sean’s neck.
The two men are silent. An outsider seeing them would think they’ve been together a long time at the comfortable intimacy between them.
Hank shakes himself out of his memories and tells Sean about his three sisters. “Abigail is the oldest. She’s five years older than me. She’s a bossy overachiever, not that I’d say that to her face. It surprised no one that she became a judge, lording over people in judgment is right up her alley. Never thought she’d get married but Bruce is the most laid back guy I’ve ever met. Somehow he’s mellowed her out. They have two genius kids, Brett and Whitney. Faith is three years older than me and the free spirit in the family. She’d be so happy about us, happy to have a nontraditional relationship in the family, to have two g—guys together.”
Sean hides his smile but is proud that Hank can say that with only a slight stutter.
Hank pushes on, not comfortable yet to talk about him possibly maybe kind of being a bit gay…or a lot considering how he reacts to Sean. “She works with one of those activist groups, which one I’m not sure. She seems to change groups every week; I can’t keep up. Boyfriends come and go with the same frequency. Rebecca is the baby of the family, a year younger than me. She’s an architect. Becca hasn’t told anyone yet that she is dating a guy fifteen years her senior. I can’t say I’m happy about it but I guess if he loves her, I will try to refrain from shooting him.”
“I’m sure they appreciate that,” Sean says. He doesn’t have siblings…well he sort of does but his half-brother is more like his literal enemy than a loved one. They didn’t grow up together and they certainly aren’t close enough to be protective over one another. “Are…are you going to tell her about us?”
Hank tenses, replying hesitantly, “I don’t know. Are we—are we an us?”
Sean pulls Hank back until their eyes can meet. “I hope we are. I want there to be. Do you want us to be a couple?”
This thing with Sean is very new but Hank has never felt like this before. He gets lust and he gets love, yet he has never felt the rightness he feels being with Sean before. He shouldn’t feel like this, not so quickly. Hank says shyly, “I—I’d like that.” It’s a big risk considering it is his first gay relationship and Sean is his boss. Yet, for the first time in a while, Hank trusts his heart. He trusts his heart’s feeling that his place is with Sean.
Hank and Sean get to know each other for hours. It is more comfortable and effortless than either of them expects. And when the night ends with Hank in Sean’s bed, neither is complaining.
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For Nick, the whole week is pretty much the same. Wu continues to tease. Hank continues to act odd, although he seems happy, so Nick doesn’t push for details. Nick continues to pretend to be broken up over Juliette, although he isn’t sure either Wu or Hank buys it.
Every night after work, Nick crashes and wakes up being cuddled rather aggressively by Monroe. And every morning he wakes up filled to the brim with Monroe’s cum. Sometimes he remembers the sex, sometimes not but the story is the same every morning: Monroe is repeatedly awakened by Nick because of Nick’s painful feeling of emptiness. Their quick fuck before work gets Nick through the days without issue, that is until Thursday.
Thursday morning Nick is plagued by a strange sensation; he is restless, almost like he has ants crawling under his skin. He unconsciously scratches at the bonding mark Monroe had given him that is hidden by his shirt. The feeling grows stronger by the hour. By lunchtime Nick is desperate for Monroe. Drumming his fingers on his leg, he makes a decision. Hank has already left for lunch, so Nick doesn’t have to worry about him questioning him. Nick goes to the bathroom in the basement that no one ever uses, locks himself in and dials Monroe using his blue tooth.
When Monroe answers, Nick cannot hold back his whimper. “Need you.”
“Oh, Nicky,” Monroe replies softly. “Can you make it home, Baby?”
“Need.” Nick is too far gone to say anything more.
“Okay. I’m going to tell you what to do and you’re going to do it, okay?”
Nick nods his head furiously not that Monroe can see it.
“Are you alone?”
“Bathroom.”
“Good. I want your pants and boxers around your ankles.”
Nick shoves them down immediately, sighing in relief. His cock is full and heavy and his hole is clenching hungrily.
“That’s it. Now stick your fingers in your mouth and suck. Get them nice and wet for me.”
Nick sucks on his fingers, he moans low as he imagines they are Monroe’s cock.
“My good boy. You are doing so well, Pretty.”
Nick’s chest swells at the praise, making him suck harder.
“Now pull them out slowly.”
The Grimm whines softly but does as he is told.
“Part your beautiful cheeks, Babe. I want you to push your two fingers inside your pretty hole.”
Nick moans as his fingers breach his body. He is too far gone to even be apprehensive about pushing his fingers inside his hole for the first time.
Seeing it in his mind, the Blutbad opens his pants and pulls his cock out, stroking it slowly. Monroe chuckles, “Feels good, doesn’t it? Thrust them in and out, smooth and slow.”
“M’roe, ‘s good,” Nick slurs as he fucks his fingers inside his eager hole.
“You are doing so good, Nicky. Can you add another finger for me?”
Nick obeys quickly, shoving three fingers deep inside. “Oh.”
“That’s it. Fuck yourself on your fingers. Feels good, doesn’t it?” Monroe’s fist speeds up as he pictures his mate desperate and needy, fucking himself on his fingers in a police station bathroom. “Now I want you to find your prostate and press your fingers against it.” It is clear when Nick finds it as he mewls weakly.
“Close.”
“Imagine me pushing you against the wall. You spread your legs eagerly for me, don’t you my little mate? You beg me to take you and I lift you easily as you cling to me. Your legs hook around my waist as I plunge inside of you. Slow at first, then harder and deeper. You are so tight for me, feels so good.”
Nick whines high and desperate as his fingers fuck his hole faster.
“You cum between us and I fuck you straight through. You whine as you feel my knot swelling inside you, locking us together. I rock into you with short, careful stabs until my hot cum fills you.”
Nick explodes wildly, keening softly in the deserted bathroom. Monroe grunts as he strokes himself to completion. It takes a minute or two before Nick comes back to himself. Nick looks around in disbelief. His cum is on the floor and the door of the stall, his pants are around his ankles and three fingers are still buried inside him. Nick carefully eases his fingers out. “Fuck.” He can’t believe that is happening to him. He’s at work! He had phone sex and fingered himself at the station!
“Are you okay, Nick?”
Face blushing, “Uh, yeah. I’m better, thanks?”
Monroe purrs softly, “My pleasure.”
Nick groans at the silky tone. It makes him want to crawl into Monroe’s lap and let him fuck him so hard he passes out.
The Blutbad feels a bit smug knowing exactly how his tone is affecting his mate. Figuring he has teased Nick enough, Monroe asks, “Do you need to come home or can you make it through the rest of the day?”
“I can make it.” Nick doesn’t feel that anxious, urgent drive to be with Monroe anymore. He feels more like himself now. “Thanks for…you know.”
Grinning, he answers, “Any time, Nick.” Monroe is eagerly awaiting Nick’s heat. It will be days of practically nonstop fucking and he can’t wait. The last few days, Nick has been craving affection rather than sex at least when he is awake. During the night, Nick doesn’t seem satisfied without his dick inside him. Even toys do not seem to satisfy his achy, painful hole…Monroe’s cock is the only thing that eases the empty ache for his mate. If Nick is this desperate before his heat, Monroe can only imagine how needy he will be during his heat.
Nick laughs nervously. “Right, yeah, uh…I’ll see you tonight I guess.”
Monroe is unable to hide his amusement at Nick’s bashful awkwardness. “Until tonight.”
Nick cleans himself up and goes back to his desk. Hank isn’t back yet. Nick forces himself to eat the lunch Monroe packed. He had been hungrier for sex than he is for food but eats anyway.
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Twenty minutes prior:
Hank leaves the station trying to look as nonchalant as he can. It wouldn’t do for his fellow officers to get suspicious that he is hiding something. Hank goes to the little restaurant that Sean texted to him. Giving his name to the server, he is led to a private room where Sean is waiting. Hank has never seen a room quite like this before. Instead of chairs or a booth, there is a single long backless but cushy seat. Hank sits down next to Sean hesitantly. “Hi.”
Sean smiles easily, “Hi,” and leans in to give Hank a hello kiss. Predictably, the chaste kiss almost immediately turns passionate. Sean turns, straddling the seat to face Hank and pulls him into the wide V of his spread legs. Hank groans leaning forward into the kiss as Sean’s hands glide down his back to cup his rounded ass. “Sean,” Hank sighs. Sean’s hands sneak under Hank’s shirt, eager to touch his bare skin.
But just as Sean is about to pull Hank’s shirt off, the waitress comes in with their meals. Hank squeaks and tries to scramble away from Sean but he is held still by Sean’s strong arms.
The waitress averts her gaze as she sets down their plates and drinks. She bows respectfully to Sean before leaving without a word.
Hank trembles a bit at being caught in necking with Sean. “Oh my god.”
Sean tilts Hank’s head back and stares into Hank’s bewildered eyes. “Hank, it’s fine. You are fine.”
“No, I’m not! We just got caught making out by the waitress! I am really not okay.”
His heart jolts, emotion wells within him as he says quietly, “You are ashamed of me, of us.”
Hank feels a sharp pain in his chest at the hurt he hears in Sean’s voice. “No, I—I didn’t mean.” A trembling hand lifts to cup Sean’s face, “Sean, no. I am not ashamed of you. I just—this is new for me. And I’m not ready to show what we have together to the world. That doesn’t mean I am ashamed of you.   I just need some time, okay?”
Sean leans into Hank’s hand and sighs softly. For a moment, he had forgotten that this is Hank’s first time with a guy. He has to remember that Hank’s desire to hide their relationship isn’t because he is ashamed. Hank will understandably need some time to come to grips with being in a gay relationship with him. Sean has to give him time; he can’t bear the thought of losing Hank if he pushes too hard, too fast. “Okay.”
Hank smiles and pecks Sean’s lips softly. “Why don’t we eat?”
Sean nods and the two men start eating. The restaurant is owned by a Wesen family that knows of Sean’s heritage and they are always eager to serve the Prince. The room they are in is reserved exclusively for him. “I hope you like what I ordered for you,” Sean says. It is a little odd for Hank, to have someone else order for him but the food is really good. “It’s very good, thanks.” Sean beams happily and digs into his own meal.
When they are finished, Hank declares, “I think Nick knows something is up. He seems suspicious. Although he’s being as secretive as I am. He’s hiding something too.”
Sean isn’t surprised, “Are you surprised? Nick is very perceptive.”
“No, not really.”
“Do you have any idea what he is hiding?” Sean isn’t about to reveal out Nick’s secret but imagines when Hank and Nick do talk, they will have a lot more in common than they think, considering they are both involved with men and non-humans at that.
Hank shrugs, “I am not sure. He pretends to be broken up about Juliette but I don’t think he is. I think he’s happy they aren’t together, which is weird considering how long they dated.”
Sean makes a noise of agreement but doesn’t say anything. He has other things on his mind and all of them involve giving Hank pleasure.
Hank is about to continue talking about Nick when he sees the heat in Sean’s eyes. “Um…” No one should be allowed to look so sexy and predatory. Sean grins far too much like a predator spotting his prey and Hank swallows nervously. He stands and moves to stand before Hank. Sean parts Hank’s legs and settles on his knees between them. “Fuck, you’re hot.”
Sean smirks, “Oh, I know.” He opens Hank’s pants and pulls out his cock, which twitches in his hand. Sean laps teasingly at the head before opening his mouth. Hank shudders as Sean takes every inch into his mouth with ease. His hands loosely hold onto Sean’s head as he bobs. “Sean…” he cries, Hank’s voice is thick with lust. Sean sucks harder, his fingers playing with Hank’s balls, rolling and tugging on them. Hank’s dick hits the back of his throat and Sean swallows eagerly. “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” Hank chants and his fingers tighten their grip on Sean’s head. His hips start moving with desperation and Sean lets Hank fuck his mouth. Hank groans as he cums down Sean’s throat. He can feel Sean’s strong throat flutter as he swallows his cum.
Hank collapses backward onto the cushion, limp and satisfied. He’s pretty sure Sean just sucked his brains out of his cock. It is two full minutes later before his mind regains any sort of coherency. Without opening his eyes, Hank admits, “Your mouth should be a registered as a lethal weapon. I’m pretty sure you almost killed me.”
Sean laughs, not simply a chuckle but a full-fledged belly laugh. Hank opens his eyes to see Sean’s eyes crinkling with delight and it makes him so happy. It makes him want to give Sean just as much pleasure as he’d just been given.
Hank drags himself up, tucking his cock away and zipping up his pants. He pulls Sean up from his knees and pushes him onto the cushion. Nervously, Hank opens Sean’s legs and kneels between them. He bites his lip and sneaks a look at Sean’s face. Sean looks at him fondly, his big hand cupping Hank’s cheek. Despite the clear bulge in his pants, Sean says, “You don’t have to, Hank.”
With fumbling fingers, Hank opens Sean’s pants. “I—I want to. Unless you don’t want me to,” he whispers almost inaudibly.
“Of course I do, Hank.”
Hank gulps and gathers his courage as he pulls Sean’s boxers down. Sean’s dick is full and heavy, leaking pre-cum. Hank stares at it, eyes wide and fear rising in his chest.
“Hank, look at me.” Fearful brown eyes look up. “Are you sure you want to do this? We can wait.”
Hank doesn’t hesitate in answering, “I want to.”
“Okay.”
He shyly wraps a hand around Sean’s cock, pumping him slowly. His confidence grows as Sean promises, “Feels good.” Hank knows that he could just use his hand to make Sean cum but even as scared as he is, he wants to taste Sean. He gathers his nerve and laps tentatively at the head of Sean’s dick. The pre-cum is bitter but not unpleasantly so and doesn’t taste much different than his own. Hank’s tongue peeks out for another lick. Sean’s hand settles loosely at the back of his neck. Hank lets the touch steady him. He holds Sean’s dick and licks it from base to tip, drawing a deep groan from Sean.  *Okay, Hank. You can do this.* Hank opens his mouth and bravely takes in a bit of Sean’s cock. His mind stutters, not sure what to do now. Sean’s confident voice praises him, “That’s it, Baby. Now close your lips around me and suck.” Hank closes his mouth and timidly sucks. “Yes! You’re doing so good. Now, tongue my slit.” Sean’s orders lessen Hank’s anxiety. He can follow orders, especially when he has no idea what he is doing. “Move your hand up and down my shaft while you suck my cockhead.” Hank obeys; his hand moves fluidly and he sucks harder.
Sean pets Hank’s hair, “You are doing so good. Can you take me deeper? Just a little.” Hank eases a bit more into his mouth, sucking deeply while his hand speeds up. Sean looks down at him, “Do you have any idea how hot you look with my cock in your mouth?” Hank blushes, both shy and happy about the compliment. “Move my dick in and out of your mouth. Slowly and carefully. Don’t choke yourself.” Hank’s blush deepens. Slowly, he moves his mouth up and down the bit of Sean’s cock that he is comfortably able to fit without gagging. “God, Hank. Watching you wrap your DSL (dick sucking lips) around my dick, fuck, just watching it is almost enough to make me cum all over your pretty face.” Hank’s cock twitches at the thought. He pulls his mouth off Sean and swallows before he blurts, “I—I want that.” Sean’s hand tightens on Hank’s neck. “Fuck. Open for me, let me fuck your mouth.” He grips Hank’s head and starts guiding him into a slow, shallow pace. Hank sucks as Sean gently thrusts into his mouth and his hand strokes Sean firmly. What Hank lacks in technique, he more than makes up for in enthusiasm. Hank’s eagerness only makes Sean throb harder. And being able to watch as his cock fucks Hank’s beautiful mouth is the hottest thing Sean has ever seen. Unsurprisingly, it isn’t long before Sean feels his orgasm build and he pulls Hank back as his dick pulses. Cum splatters Hank’s face. Hank’s hand stops in shock and Sean strokes himself until he is empty. Sean stares at Hank, his dark face covered in his white cum. “Fuck, Hank.” Hank opens his eyes carefully and meets Sean’s gaze.
Sean looks like he wants to devour him. Unable to stop himself, Sean wipes his cock over Hank’s cum soaked face. “Beautiful.” He leans down, yanking Hank up and kisses those perfect lips. The passion in his kiss makes Hank’s sore jaw and the strange feeling of cum on his face completely worth it. Sean kisses Hank greedily, wanting nothing more than to push him to the floor and fuck him until Hank cums so many times he passes out.
Sean finally reels himself in, gentling the kiss before he licks a glob of cum off Hank’s face and shares it with him. Hank moans happily, his mouth is parted open, ready for more cum as Sean licks his face clean. Once clean, Sean nibbles and sucks on Hank’s lower lip until he finally pulls back. Hank opens his eyes slowly, a part of him reluctant to break the moment. To his eyes, Sean looks both smug and pleased. “Thank you, Hank. You didn’t have to do that but it was perfect.” Hank feels joy flare inside him at the praise. “I’m g—glad, Sean.”
Sean’s phone buzzes, signaling that their lunch break soon ends. Sean grabs moist toilettes and cleans them both up. He helps Hank up and kisses him sweetly. “We better go, Hank. My place tonight?”
Hank feels himself nod, “O—okay.”
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Hank comes back from lunch looking very satisfied and to Nick’s eye like someone that just had sex on their lunch break. Yet, Nick keeps quiet. He knows he probably has the same look on his face. Neither man comments on the other’s sex glow for fear of having to talk about whom and what they’d been doing on their lunch break.
Nick makes it through the rest of the day with no more problems, although he is fighting the need to be near Monroe for the last hour. When his shift ends, Nick flies out of the station with a quick goodbye to Hank and Wu.
The itching, burning need for Monroe grows on his frantic drive home. Nick calls Monroe in his Jeep, letting Monroe’s calm, comforting voice soothe him. The minute Nick closes the front door a very naked Monroe is on him. The Blutbad can smell the heat growing in Nick. A few more hours and he’ll be in full heat. Nick whines at the sight of Monroe, high and needy. Impatient, Monroe literally tears the clothes off of Nick. He is going to fuck his mate just like he’d told Nick to imagine earlier. Not even taking the time to stretch Nick, Monroe lifts his mate into his arms and with Nick’s help thrusts deep inside. The Grimm’s eyes roll when he is penetrated. Monroe bounces Nick, fucking him hard and fast in his arms. “Yesss,” Nick hisses, loving how Monroe manhandles him like he weighs nothing.
Frustrated by the lack of leverage, Monroe drops Nick to the couch, flipping him onto his stomach and positions him with his ass hanging off the seat. The Blutbad spreads Nick’s legs impossible wide and settles behind him. Planting his strong legs, Monroe rocks forward with all his might. The couch shudders under his strength, moving backwards with each thrust. Nick grunts and buries his face in the couch. Monroe doesn’t hold back, knowing Nick can take it. He can feel himself woging, his eyes bleeding red and his fangs poking his lip. Monroe’s fingernails shift to sharp claws as they grip Nick’s hips tightly but carefully. Nick pleasured cries flood Monroe’s sensitive ears. Impossibly fast, Nick spills onto the couch as Monroe’s knot swells. Monroe cums hot and hard inside him. Nick’s dick spurts a second time and he passes out.
Monroe catches his breath, caressing Nick’s bare skin. His mate still out cold, the Blutbad carefully lifts Nick, his knot still tying them together and carries him to bed. Gingerly, he lays them both down and snuggles against Nick’s back, closing his eyes. The next time they awaken, Nick’s heat might very well be at full strength.
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Hours later Monroe is woken up by the distress of his mate. Nick is trembling, his eyes wild and hungry but also reflecting a bit of fear at the strange sensations from his heat. “Shh, let me take care of you.” At his touch, his mate’s shivering eases. “You know what to do, Nicky.” Nick scrambles onto his hands and knees, presenting like Monroe had told him to. “That’s it. So good for me, my mate.” He pushes a finger inside Nick, marveling at the surprising slickness. Nick’s ass is self lubricating. This happens for all male Blutbaden when they are the submissive mate and go into heat but Monroe hadn’t expected Nick to have this ability considering his human status.  *Well, that will make his heat easier.* He praises, “So wet for me.” Nick is too far gone to care that his ass is unnaturally wet with slick.
Monroe pulls his finger out and sinks into Nick, his mate’s natural lubricant slicking the way. Nick’s pheromones in the air have Monroe hard from the moment he woke. “M’roe, please!” Nick’s brain is focused on Monroe’s dick in his hole, getting filled, getting fucked, getting bred. Monroe groans as Nick’s channel squeezes and clings tightly to him as if trying to coax out his seed. The Blutbad has heard how this works even if he hasn’t been with anyone during their heat so he pays no attention to Nick as he fucks into him with forceful jabs. Nick won’t stop hurting until he is knotted for the first time. Monroe fucks his mate quick and dirty with the singular goal of stopping Nick’s pain, pleasure comes afterward. Nick sobs as Monroe’s knot finally inflates within him, locking them together. By the first splash of cum the achy pain is completely erased and Nick feels his own cock fill rapidly. Nick cums within seconds, before Monroe can even lay a hand on him. The tension in Nick eases as his body gets what it wants.
Monroe’s hips don’t stop moving and before his knot can shrink he cums a second time. Instead of making Nick feel full, he feels empty just as Monroe had warned him might happen. The point of a heat is breeding; his body is driven toward the singular goal of getting pregnant. Monroe had explained that that his body would likely crave his seed hungrily and no matter how many times he’s filled, his body will want more. Immersed in his heat, Nick’s body only cries out to be bred. Nothing else matters. Without a thought, Nick gives voice to his body’s yearnings, “Breed me, mate. Please!” Monroe’s wolf chuffs in happiness, wanting nothing more than to have cubs with his mate. Monroe shoves his hips forward, “I’m going to breed you so good. Fill you up my pups.” Nick’s eyes roll back as he’s filled for the third time, the sensation pushing him over the edge again.
Monroe nuzzles Nick’s neck, both of them enjoying the brief chance to breathe.
When Monroe’s knot shrinks and he is able to pull free, Nick pushes at Monroe until he flops onto his back. He straddles Monroe, kissing his mate sloppily. His Blutbad is hard by the time he breaks the kiss, just as Nick had hoped. Nick holds Monroe’s dick steady while he sinks onto it with a sigh. He closes his eyes and stills for several seconds, simply enjoying the sensation of Monroe filling him. Nick’s gray eyes open, taking in his mate’s large frame and his hairy chest. Monroe smiles and Nick can’t help but smile in return. “Gonna ride me, Nicky?” The Grimm doesn’t respond with words, instead his hips start moving. The slick slide of the cock inside him is perfect and Nick alternates between rocking forward and back and bouncing up and down. It’s a beautiful sight to watch the tight muscles in Nick’s body flutter and bunch under his skin as he rides.
His knot starts to expand and Nick leans back as far as he can, taking him deep until they are locked together. Then his little mate starts riding him with fevered intensity. Nick’s hips stutter as his cock spurts but almost immediately he returns to his fast, smooth pace. Monroe growls and clutches Nick’s hips as he cums. Nick sprawls backwards, his head hanging off the foot of the bed.
The room is silent except for their breathing until Nick’s stomach growls. Monroe leans up on his elbow to look at his mate, who doesn’t so much as twitch. “We’d better get some food before the next round.” Nick opens one eye, grumbling unintelligibly. Monroe sits up and drags a very reluctant Nick up with him. “Don’t wanna move.” The Blutbad laughs at Nick’s whining but lugs his mate up, cradling him in his arms as he gets up from the bed. Nick instinctively wraps his arms and legs around Monroe, even as he mutters “Was comfy.” The walk down the stairs is enough to get both of them hard since they are still locked together. Monroe stumbles to the table, laying Nick on top of it before he starts thrusting. Nick grips the table tightly as Monroe shoves into him. “Fuck Monroe. So good.” Nick cums on his own stomach a second before Monroe. He’s content to just lay there forever but Monroe clearly isn’t. The Blutbad lifts Nick’s limp body and drops them both onto the couch until the knot tying them together loosens.
Nick snuggles into Monroe dozing lightly while the Blutbad pets Nick’s hair. The Grimm protests when minutes later Monroe shifts out from underneath him but Monroe shushes him. “I’ll be right back.” Nick grumbles but can’t find the strength to stop him. When Monroe comes back, he is bearing gifts. Nick snatches a handful of Monroe’s homemade granola and shoves it into his mouth. “Smoothie?” Monroe asks with a bit of smirk. Nick slows, realizing he’s acting like a starving man. He swallows the granola and answers sheepishly, “Okay.” Both of them eat their fill quickly.
When they are finished, Monroe pulls Nick into his lap so they are chest to back. Nick leans against his mate, spreading his legs and planting them, intent on letting Monroe do all the work. The Blutbad is happy to oblige, his hips jerk up, thrusting his dick into Nick’s hot channel. Nick’s head lulls back as that hard length slides in and out of him. “Monroooee,” Nick whines, “harder.” Monroe grins but obeys. He shoves up harder, forcing his mate to take him deeper. Nick cums without a touch seconds later and Monroe slows his pace. “Nooo, faster,” Nick demands, a pout clear in his voice. Again, Monroe complies and within a few thrusts his knot starts to swell. He pulls Nick down into his lap, his cock settling firmly between his mate’s cheeks as they are knotted together. The Grim wiggles and bounces. As his hot seed floods Nick’s insides, Monroe croons, “Feel that, my little mate. Fill you so good; fill you with my pups. Can’t wait to see you swell with my pups. You’ll so look beautiful, Nicky.” Nick’s mind might not be ready for that image but his body is wholeheartedly on board. His dick hardens as Monroe continues to whisper promises to fill him with pups and praises of how beautiful he’ll be pregnant. Nick cums as he listens to his mate talk about how he will fuck him naked in the middle of woods while Nick is heavy with their pups.
“Is that what you really want, Monroe?” Nick asks timidly, staring away from his mate as if afraid to look at him. Despite already being told before, Nick fears that Monroe won’t want him anymore if he can’t get pregnant.
“Nicky, look at me.” When Nick doesn’t move, Monroe allows his Alpha Wolf tone to bleed through. “Look at me.”
Helpless to disobey, Nick shifts his upper body to the side and with great reluctance meets Monroe’s eyes. His mate’s brown eyes are filled with concern and love.
“I do want that. It would make me so happy to have pups with you because you are my mate and I love you. I want pups with you but if we can’t, I will still be happy because I have you.” The love Monroe feels is written all over his face. “I know this is new for you, Nick. I understand that it is a lot for you to take in. We haven’t had a lot time together…and most of it admittedly has been us having sex but Nick, I do love you. And not just because you are my mate. You are beautiful and so kind. You care not only about humans but about Wesen too. You look at us and see us, not monsters that need to be executed that all the other Grimms see.” Monroe caresses Nick’s face. “You’re brilliant and strong and more than I deserve. I love you not just for your body but for your mind and your heart. I love you because you’re you. I hope you’ll let me spend the rest of our lives proving how much I love you Nick Burkhardt.”
Nick’s heart flutters violently. He’d known that Monroe cared about him and that the Blutbad wanted him. But a part of him didn’t believe Monroe would care for him if they weren’t mates. A part of him feared that Monroe only wanted him for his body. But Nick cannot deny the love clear on Monroe’s face. He has never felt so loved before, like his partner would be lost without him. “Monroe, I—I…”
Monroe’s face softens, “Oh, Nicky. You don’t have to say it back. I can wait until you are ready. Until the day that you love me as much as I do you.”
Nick can feel tears welling up his eyes. “How did I get so lucky?” he wonders aloud.
Monroe smiles, “I’m the lucky one, blessed to mated to someone as perfect as you are.” He means it, unashamed of the sappiness.
Nick leans forward and kisses Monroe sweetly. The Grimm has a feeling it will be far too easy to fall in love with his sweet, loving, sexy as hell Blutbad. “You are—Monroe, you are more than I ever thought I’d have.” The touching moment is broken suddenly when Nick groans, his heat flaring hot and demanding. “Need,” Nick cries softly.
Monroe lifts his mate, laying him on his back on the plush rug on the floor. He settles between Nick’s spread legs and pushes inside his mate. Nick hooks his legs behind Monroe’s, Nick’s hands cradling his face and pulling him down so their lips can meet for wet, passionate kisses. Nick sucks on his mate’s tongue as Monroe fucks him slow and steady. Nick arches his neck as Monroe shoves forward and fills him completely, stilling for a moment before he rocks back and does it all over again. Monroe thrusts forward as his knot starts to expand, pushing it in and out of Nick’s hole, making Nick mewl at the feeling of his hole stretching over the growing bulge. The Blutbad growls as he shoves forward one last time and his knot locks them together. “Yesss!” Nick hisses as Monroe’s dick pulses inside him, pushing Nick over the edge, covering their stomachs with his release.
Monroe settles comfortably atop Nick, who wraps around him like a clingy octopus. Sounding completely wrecked but absolutely content, Nick murmurs, “Never thought it’d feel so good to have a huge cock locked inside me, be filled with loads of cum, and have a very heavy man on top of me.”
Chuckling, “Oh Nicky, I knew how good it’d feel to have my very pretty little mate under me, my cock in his hot, tight and oh so welcoming ass.”
Nick giggles, “Welcoming ass?”
“I dare you to deny it.”
“Kinda hard when my ass literally aches for your dick.”
“An ache my dick is very happy to ease.”
Nick laughs, “I’ve noticed.”
Monroe grins and rolls them over so Nick is sprawled on top of him and kisses his sweet lips. “You are perfect.”
“I know,” Nick says jokingly. The playful mood is broken when Nick yawns widely and his eyes suddenly feel heavy.   “Sleep, Nicky.” Nick makes himself comfortable on Monroe’s broad chest and is asleep moments after his eyes close. Monroe kisses Nick’s forehead, petting his hair lovingly before closing his own eyes.

If you like Hank’s lunch scene, you have Gia to thank as she asked for it. She was lucky enough to get to read it while I was writing it and I made her almost run into a pole, which is awesome.
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