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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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When Monroe wakes, he wakes up happy with his mate bouncing enthusiastically on his lap, reverse cowboy style. Monroe cannot imagine a better way to start the morning. Nick is moaning desperately; he has clearly been riding Monroe for some time since they are already knotted together. He tugs at his cock harshly, his smooth gait stuttering as he cums. Monroe lets the sweet squeeze of Nick’s passage tip him over the edge. His arms reach for Nick and help to ease his mate backward to lie on top of him. Monroe caresses Nick’s stomach lovingly while ropes of cum fill him. “We could have pups in there, Nicky. Our pups, beautiful just like their mother.”
Nick’s body jerks in shock, tugging painfully on where they are tied. “M—MOTHER?!” Nick screeches sounding horrified.
Monroe’s hands rub soothing circles on Nick’s bare skin. “Sh, Nick. I’m sorry, is bearer better?”
“Oh my god, I’m dreaming. This is a nightmare. It has to be. Men can’t get pregnant. And I’m a fucking man. Come on, Nick. Wake up!” Nick shuts his eyes tight, praying with all his might that this is some kind of horrible nightmare. That he’s not getting literally bred by his Blutbad mate, who wants nothing more than to knock him up and call him mother. His hope dies an awful death when his gray eyes open and everything is the same. He is still naked on the floor, Monroe’s floor, with Monroe’s cock knotted inside him.
Monroe tries to stem the hurt that flares inside him but his wolf feels like he is being rejected by his mate. A pained sounding whine escapes his throat, startling Nick out of his freak out. Monroe bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop another whine from leaving his lips. His hands abruptly leave Nick’s body. Monroe fights with his wolf, who wants Monroe to claim Nick forcibly and without mercy. His wolf refuses to allow their mate to reject them.
Nick senses something is wrong, he tries to turn but Monroe’s knot doesn’t give him much room to maneuver. “Monroe? Are you okay? Talk to me.”
Monroe loses the fight to his wolf, who takes control, woging and rolling them until Nick is underneath the Blutbad. He growls menacingly.
Nick freezes, his instincts screaming at him. “Monroe? It is just me, Nick…your mate.”
“MINE!” Monroe growls. Nick can tell Monroe has woged. Monroe is nuzzling his neck; the hairs brushing his bare skin are coarser than his normal hair. “Yours,” Nick vows, hoping to calm Monroe down. He doesn’t know what happened to make Monroe lose his control. Without warning, Monroe bites down on the bond mark he made that first night. Nick cries out, the bite is harder, rougher, and deeper than his first bonding bite. He goes limp, one of part of him screaming to fight back while the other, louder voice tells him to submit. It seems that voice is right and Monroe releases his hold on Nick’s neck. Nick whimpers when Monroe laps at the blood but doesn’t try to wiggle away.
Monroe plants his claws into the carpet beside Nick’s head and starts rocking his body, pushing into Nick with all his might, forcing his mate to take him as deep as possible. Nick grunts as Monroe thrusts into him forcefully over and over. Monroe’s inner wolf is powerfully reasserting his claim, as if something has threatened or challenged his claim. Nick doesn’t know how he knows that but somehow he does. The knowledge lights a flare of lust inside him. Nick mewls and keens as Monroe pushes so, so deep inside him. And Monroe’s wolf yips in happiness at the pleasured cries of his mate, Nick is accepting his claim. Nick is his, Nick is theirs.
Overwhelmed, Nick is shaking under Monroe. The cock in his ass is hot and heavy and perfect as Monroe thrusts deep with inhuman strength. The friction from the carpet and feeling of Monroe at his back are hurling him toward the brink. “M—Monroe! Oh god, please.  Pleasefuckmeclaimmemakemeyours.” The Blutbad growls. His fangs bite into the back of Nick’s neck, holding Nick in place as he’s fucked without mercy. Thrusting impossibly deep, Monroe pumps his seed inside of Nick. The Grimm whimpers and spills onto the carpet.
Monroe’s wolf retreats a moment later leaving Monroe horrified at the sight of his mate. The two bloody bite marks stand out starkly against Nick’s pale skin. Monroe shakes his head violently, chanting, “Nonono!  Nick!” Nick can hear the anguish and shame in Monroe’s voice as he separates their bodies as much as possibly while they are tied. “Monroe. Monroe! MONROE!” Nick yells. Monroe jolts, stilling. Nick looks over his shoulder and Monroe ducks his head and refuses to meet Nick’s eyes. It hurts to see the sorrow and regret on Monroe’s face. “I’m sorry, Nick. I’m so sorry.” Nick nudges Monroe until he lays down on his back, allowing Nick to sit in his lap and twist his torso to look at him. “Monroe, look at me.” When he doesn’t, Nick pleads, “Please look at me.” With great reluctance, Monroe meets Nick’s gray eyes. “What just happened?”
He obviously doesn’t want to answer but feels he owes Nick an explanation. “I lost control and I won’t ever forgive myself. I hurt you.”
Nick’s heart squeezes, “No, you didn’t hurt me.”
“Nick, you are bleeding! I bit you!”
“Well, yeah but it didn’t feel like you were hurting me, not really. Why did you lose control?”
Monroe admits, “My wolf…felt you were rejecting us and took control to claim you in a way you couldn’t deny.
Nick is baffled. “I didn’t reject you.” He wouldn’t reject Monroe. As weird as things can get being mated to a Blutbad, Nick has not once truly considered leaving. Yes, he has freaked out more than once but who wouldn’t in his shoes? Freak outs aside, Nick doesn’t want to leave. Monroe loves him and Nick cares for Monroe too. He might not be in love yet but Nick knows himself enough to realize that it won’t be long before he loves Monroe back.
Monroe mumbles to himself, “Sure sounded that way.”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“You called this, being with me, a nightmare. You wanted to wake up… You wished this wasn’t real,” Monroe says, sounding hurt.
Nick winces, realizing that his freak out had hurt Monroe. He opens his eyes, regret unmistakable in his eyes. “I’m sorry, Monroe. I really am. I didn’t mean it. Being called a m—mother was…shocking and I admit I didn’t handle it well. But I wasn’t rejecting you and I don’t think this is a nightmare. A bit much to take sometimes but not a nightmare. I’m sorry you thought I was rejecting you.” Nick feels Monroe’s knot loosen and he lifts up carefully. He turns around and lies on Monroe’s chest, their faces close.    “You are my mate. I would never deny that. Never. You aren’t the only one that feels it, the connection, the rightness between us. I never wanted to hurt you, never meant to make you feel like I don’t want to be with you. I care for you and never ever doubt that. I don’t want to wake up tomorrow and find out this was just a dream. I don’t want to lose you.”
Monroe can read the regret and sincerity on Nick’s expressive face. “I don’t want to lose you either.” He wants to ask Nick if he’s forgiven too but doesn’t dare.
“I forgive you too. So you can stop feeling so guilty.” Nick smiles at Monroe’s sheepish expression. “I’m a Grimm, Monroe. It’s going to take more than that to hurt me. And your wolf should feel more secure as I’ve been sufficiently claimed.”
Monroe nods, even as he can hear his wolf practically purring in agreement.
Nick lays his head on Monroe’s chest, his fingers playing with the hair on his chest. “Is that what I’ll be? The mother?” Nick asks quietly, needing to know but thankful to be able to hide his face against Monroe’s chest.
Monroe is a little uncertain how to answer that, especially considering how Nick reacted before. But his mate deserves honesty. “Technically yes, although bearer is probably a more accurate term. Like a mother, you will bear the pups.”
“So our children will call me mother?”
“Doubtful. Most same sex couples in the Wesen community traditionally use parental terms according to the sex of the parent. You may be the ‘mother’ but our pups will likely call you some variation of father, just like me.”
Nick is relieved and lets his muscles relax. The thought of being called mother is a little unnerving. He has enough threats to his masculinity being a submissive mate of a Blutbad, who might get pregnant, without adding that to the mix. “Okay.”
They lie there together for a while, both of them needing the close intimacy to soothe away the hurt and the guilt.
The moment ends when Monroe’s stomach growls. Nick smiles and gets off Monroe without a word. They both go to the kitchen. Monroe takes out a casserole he’d made specifically for during Nick’s heat and pops it in the oven. They’ll have some time before it is ready. “Shower?”
“Oh god, yes.” Nick feels disgusting, dried cum everywhere. Nick sighs, getting under the hot spray feels heavenly and he just stands there enjoying it. Monroe like the good Alpha he is lathers his hands and starts washing his mate. Nick is content to let him. Monroe washes his back, paying special attention to his ass. He cleans Nick both outside and in. Monroe washes his chest and belly before cleaning off his cock, which hardens in Monroe’s hand. Nick leans back against his mate, reveling in Monroe’s firm grip on his cock and his mate’s hardness against the small of his back. It doesn’t take long for Nick to spill over Monroe’s hand nor for Monroe’s hot cum to shoot onto Nick’s ass. The edge taken off, Monroe washes the rest of Nick and starts to wash himself. Nick’s hand stops him, “Let me?”
Monroe drops his hand, sighing as Nick’s lathered hands bashfully smooth over his chest. The Blutbad smiles softly at his mate, enjoying Nick’s shy exploration of his body. Nick washes his belly, only hesitating for a second before taking Monroe in hand and stroking him slowly. “Nick…” he groans, his cock thickening excitedly at his mate’s touch. Fascinated, Nick watches eagerly as he pleasures Monroe. His hand speeds up, stroking Monroe firmly. Watching his mate writhing under his touch makes Nick hard. His hand slows, making Monroe growl warningly “Nicky…” The Grimm smirks even as he obeys, stroking Monroe quicker. His thumb drags over the slit making Monroe shudder. Nick suddenly drops to his knees, staring at Monroe’s dick a little uncertainly. Monroe’s fingers caress Nick’s cheek, “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” Monroe certainly isn’t going to stop Nick. The Grimm stares a moment before he gathers his nerve. He holds it still with one hand and cautiously licks at the leaking head. Monroe closes his eyes, savoring the feeling of Nick’s tongue lapping at his cock. Nick bites his lip for a second. He leans forward with his mouth open and takes the head of Monroe’s cock inside. He sucks hard, pulling a groan from his mate. “So good.” The praise gives him confidence and Nick takes in more before easing back. His tongue traces the thick vein, suckling on the tip. Monroe buries his fingers in Nick’s hair as his mate takes him shockingly deep. The heavy weight on his tongue feels a bit odd but Nick finds he likes it. “Fuck, Nicky. You have no gag reflex.” Monroe thrusts forward gently and Nick takes him perfectly. Surer, Monroe juts forward until his cock is in Nick’s throat. Nick doesn’t know how it is possible to fit Monroe’s not insubstantial dick in his mouth and down his throat without gagging but he isn’t complaining. Nick sucks as Monroe thrusts into his mouth over and over. The fullness in his mouth only serves to make his ass feel emptier.
Monroe suddenly tears Nick away, pulling him up and pushing him against the shower wall. He lifts Nick up and the Grimm instinctively wraps his legs around Monroe. Without hesitation, Monroe pushes into his mate. He ruts into Nick desperately. “Yes! Fuck me! Breed me!” Monroe growls. “Gonna drown you in my seed, my pretty little mate, until you’re swollen with my pups.” Nick’s eyes roll as they are tied once more, the hot splash of cum filling him sweetly. His cock pulses between them.
Monroe leans heavily against the wall, carefully to keep Nick steady. He can feel Nick’s soft lips kissing and sucking gently on his skin. Monroe stands with care, stepping out of the shower with Nick clinging to him. He drapes a towel down on the toilet seat and sits down. Nick eases back and they stare at each other. They smile and Nick leans forward to kiss Monroe. Their kisses are unhurried, wet, and passionate. Monroe pushes his tongue into Nick’s mouth, mapping it with his tongue. Nick sucks on Monroe’s tongue lazily. When he releases it, he uses his own tongue to explore Monroe’s mouth. They trade sweet kisses until Monroe’s knot shrinks. One last peck and Nick gingerly lifts off Monroe’s lap. They dry themselves quickly, both of them pondering whether it is worth it to put on underwear. Nick shrugs his shoulders figuring there is no sense is wearing anything until his heat is over and walks downstairs to the kitchen nude, while an equally naked Monroe follows him.
“Take that out for me, Nicky.” Monroe readies the fixings for a salad, taking out caramelized almonds, fruit, some chicken for Nick, veggies, and several different homemade salad dressings. “Do you want to make your own salad or should I fix it for you?” Nick shakes his head, “Nah, I’ll do it.” The two men fix their own salads. Nick chooses a mix of spinach and red leaf lettuce with orange peppers, strawberries, almonds, a little chicken and cucumbers. Monroe chooses baby beet greens, bok choy, and romaine lettuce with tomatoes, avocado, red peppers, and mushrooms. Each decides on a different dressing. They sit at the breakfast bar and dig into their salads. Neither of them takes much time to savor, no doubt Nick’s heat will flare up soon. Salads eaten, they dig into the casserole. Halfway done, Nick stands up. The slick leaking from his ass makes it difficult to sit on the stool. They both finish quickly.
Leaving the food on the counter, Nick and Monroe go into the living room. Nick gets onto the floor on all fours, Monroe settles behind him. Monroe pushes inside and Nick sighs contently at being full again. Nick isn’t satisfied to just take it though. “Stop.” Monroe stills, puzzled. Nick takes advantage of his confusion and starts pushing back. The Blutbad grins, perfectly happy to watch Nick fuck himself on his dick. It’s a beautiful sight: Nick’s strong muscles moving as he rolls backward, taking him deep before rocking forward. “So beautiful, my little mate. How easy you take me, so hot and tight and eager.” Monroe’s hand wraps around Nick, letting him fuck back onto his cock and forward into his fist. Nick moans wantonly, rocking back and forth faster. He cums hard, melting into a pile of satisfied goo. Monroe straddles his ass, pushing back inside and his hips rut frantically. They are quickly knotted together, Monroe filling Nick once again. But Nick isn’t satisfied, demanding, “More.”
Unable to deny his love, Monroe starts moving his hips again. He spreads Nick’s legs and thrusts with hard but controlled jabs. Nick lies there limp and loose. The sight of his mate just laying there completely fucked out yet begging for more is enough to get Monroe hard again.
Monroe makes Nick take him hard and slow, making good on the promise to drown his mate in his seed. Nick lies there open and loose, happily letting Monroe use his body. His own cock fills from the friction of the carpet underneath him and from Monroe’s cock in his ass. Nick cums suddenly before passing out. Monroe thrusts twice before he too cums. The Blutbad eases them onto their sides and waits for his knot to come loose. Once it does, he picks his mate up gently and carries him to their bed.
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By Sunday morning, Monroe has fucked Nick in every room in the house, at least twice. On the floor, the bed, the couch, the table, the counter, the shower, the desk, the wall, anywhere and everywhere. Their near constant fucking finally has started to lessen. Both of them are starving and they having a leisurely and enormous brunch, gorging themselves as if to make up for the previous days’ lack of food.
The rest of the day is spent lazing about watching movies. Nick’s heat only flares up three times.
By Monday, Monroe smells the change in Nick’s scent. The heat scent has mostly faded and in its place is the intoxicating scent of a successfully bred mate. Nick is pregnant. Nick interrupts his thoughts when he asks, “When will we know? If my heat was successful?” It’s clear from his tone that Nick is taking pains to ensure he sounds nonchalant. Monroe already knows but he needs to be positive before telling Nick. “I didn’t know when your heat would end so I couldn’t set up an appointment but I did warn a Wesen doctor that we would be coming to see him this week. You aren’t giving off the heat scent anymore, so we should be able to see him now. He will determine if you are pregnant or not.”
Nick squirms, not sure if it is worse that the doctor is male or not.
Monroe adds, “Dr. Owens is a bearer too.”
“What? Really?”
He nods, “I thought you might be more comfortable with him.”
Nick finds it does make him feel better. He isn’t sure whether he wants the test to be positive or negative. Maybe Dr. Owens could answer some questions for him. “Thanks Monroe.”
He grins before pulling out his phone and making the appointment. “He’ll see us tomorrow, first thing in the morning.”
Nick nods; glad he doesn’t have to wait too long. He lets Monroe gather him close. When Monroe starts to caress his flat belly, Nick feels strange. Warm and protected, proud and loved, unsure but happy. Tomorrow he will find out. Tomorrow he could discover he is the first male human to become pregnant. A Grimm impregnated by Blutbad. Nick knows if he is pregnant, things are just going to get more complicated.  *Will Wesen want to kill me more or less if I’m carrying a half-Wesen baby? How am I going to explain this to Hank, Wu, Renard, and the rest of the station? Sooner or later, they are going to notice how fat I’m getting.*
Monroe lets Nick’s mind run wild. For tomorrow, Nick will find out he is pregnant. Monroe hopes that Nick will eventually be as happy as he is. It won’t be easy for his mate but Monroe will be right by his side.
Nick doesn’t sleep well that night. His dreams are filled with possibilities both heartwarming and horrifying. Of a little boy with his eyes and Monroe’s build, a little girl that is carbon copy of him. Of his belly round and obviously pregnant. Of Monroe rubbing his pregnant belly and talking to their baby. Of him being hunted by humans and Wesen alike, for being a freak of nature. Of scientists cutting him open, ripping out his baby, dissecting him. Of their child being stolen even as he lies dying, powerless to stop them. Of Monroe going mad with grief and him being slaughtered.
Nick wakes screaming, his gray eyes swirling with a storm of emotion. Monroe jolts awake, instinctively reaching out to Nick. But Nick is still panicked from his nightmare, filled with grief and fury. He fights Monroe as if he is the one trying to steal their child. Monroe tries not to hurt his mate as he finally pins him underneath him. “Nick! Nicky! Look at me!” Monroe shouts, using his Alpha power to force Nick to obey. Nick’s panicked eyes meet Monroe’s and slowly Nick comes back. He clutches Monroe desperately as he starts to sob. Monroe holds him close, whispering words of comfort and love. When Nick’s weeping finally ceases, Monroe asks gently, “What happened, Baby?”
Nick buries his face into Monroe’s neck. “I—It was horrible. They stole our baby. They cut me open and stole our baby. I couldn’t stop them. I laid there and had to watch, I was dying, helpless. And you went mad and they k—killed you. I couldn’t stop them, I c—couldn’t save our baby or you or myself! I had to watch us all die.”
Monroe shudders, “Never. That will never happen. I promise, Nick.”
“How can you promise that? How? It wasn’t just humans that wanted me dead but Wesen. They hunted me.”
“Why would Wesen hunt you, well besides you being a Grimm?”
“For being a freak, being a pregnant man, a pregnant Grimm.”
Monroe shakes his head, “There are lots of male Wesen that can get pregnant. You wouldn’t be a freak by any measure in the Wesen community. And you wouldn’t just be a pregnant Grimm. You are mated to me, to a Blutbad. That alone will show the community that you are not like other Grimms. The Wesen community would never allow humans to take our child. We have been hiding our existence for centuries and the Council would never let humans experiment on our child. Together we will protect any pups we may have and each other.”
Nick is only slightly reassured. The unspeakable images from his nightmare flash in his mind in a constant loop. It isn’t easy to forget but having Monroe’s comforting presence beside him helps a little. No doubt he and Monroe will have to have several long talks in the future. That is if he can become pregnant. Nick has no idea how the whole thing would work. His most pressing questions are how is he supposed to hide the pregnancy? He works with cops, they will notice him gaining weight and especially if and when he looks like a pregnant woman. Nick’s mind shies away from the most pressing question: how exactly will the baby come out? He is not even close to being ready to tackle that question.
“I mean it, Nick. I will do everything within my power to protect both you and our pups. I told you before that Blutbaden search their whole lives for their mates. Our mates, our pups, are our everything. We will fight to the death to protect them. I will fight to the death to protect you. I won’t allow anyone or anything to hurt you or our pups,” Monroe promises. “Plus, you are a Grimm.”
Nick’s slowly forming smile is menacing. In his nightmare he was helpless. But here in the real world, he is far from helpless. He is a Grimm; it is his job to go against Wesen, creatures that are far stronger, faster, and more evolved than humans. A pissed off Grimm is dangerous, a pissed Grimm whose child is being threatened is akin to a protective mama grizzly bear on PCP. Add an enraged papa Blutbad intent on protecting both his mate and child to the mix and it is like unleashing a tsunami of rage. Nick’s fear finally lessens. “No one will hurt our child. Not with us standing in their way.”
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Nick and Monroe stand outside the clinic. To Nick, it looks like any other. He is nervous enough that he is grateful for Monroe’s hand on the small of his back and his protective hovering. Nick lets Monroe usher him inside. There is only one other couple in the waiting room. Nick and Monroe sit down. Nick’s leg bounces as they wait. He glances over at the other couple, the woman obviously very pregnant. She woges suddenly; she is a Fuschsbau. In shock, she fearfully whispers to her husband, “Grimm.” The husband stands hastily, putting himself in front of his wife.
Monroe quickly stands, holding his hands out in an attempt to placate the two Fuschsbau. “Nick won’t hurt you.” Nick does his best to look harmless. If Monroe can handle this without him, he’s happy to let him. Nick does not want to get in a brawl at the doctor’s office and hurt a couple of innocent Fuschbau especially considering one of them is pregnant.
The husband growls, “He’s a Grimm!”
“He’s my mate.”
The husband and wife both gasp. “What?”
“Nick is my mate.”
“B—But he’s a Grimm!”
Monroe says in a reasonable tone, “He is my mate. Smell him. He won’t hurt you.”
The husband woges and steps close enough to scent Nick. He backs up, saying with astonishment “It’s true. He’s been claimed.” He might not be a Blutbad but he knows about their mates, how only their true mate can be claimed. Even more intriguing is why the Blutbad brought the Grimm here; this is an obstetrician’s office. The Blutbad must be pregnant or at least could be. It can’t be the Grimm; Grimms are stronger than a normal human but they are still human. And humans haven’t evolved like Wesen, males cannot get pregnant.
The two couples go back to their perspective corners and wait. Nick ignores the repeated paranoid glances in his direction. Considering all he has read from the books of his ancestors, he isn’t surprised they fear him. Grimms have a history of killing any Wesen they can find, whether they are dangerous or not. Nick isn’t like that and he doesn’t want to be.
A few minutes later, the Fuchsbau couple is called by a nurse. When they are gone, Nick sighs with relief.  *At least I didn’t have to fight them.* His leg continues its nervous bouncing until a nurse calls for them.
Nick is reluctant, not sure he is ready to find out the truth but again, he lets Monroe usher him forward anyway. At the nurse’s instruction, Nick changes and sits on the examination table to wait for the doctor. Monroe stands next to him, holding his hand. Nick isn’t ashamed to admit he needs it.
The doctor comes in a few minutes later. “Welcome, I am Dr. Jack Owens.” He woges in greeting. He’s a Jägerbar and it only takes a second for him to realize that Nick is a Grimm. “Grimm!”
Monroe woges and steps in front of Nick. “He’s my mate.”
Dr. Owens takes a deep breath. The Blutbad isn’t lying. The Grimm has been claimed, he can smell it. He shakes his head, looking again like a normal human. “Monroe, you should have warned me your mate was a Grimm.” When Monroe moves back beside his mate, Jack looks at the Grimm. The man is obviously nervous, his fingers picking at his clothes, his leg bouncing with anxious energy. Jack’s eyes go from the Grimm to his mate. “He’s human. Why are you even here?”
“Human or not, Nick went into heat.”
Owens suddenly appears interested, “Truly?”
“Yes. I would know, wouldn’t I? We spent the last several days breeding nonstop, if that isn’t a heat, I do not know what is.”
Jack eyes the now blushing Grimm with fascination. He woges and stands close to the Grimm and breathes in. His sensitive nose picks out not only the Blutbad’s claim but also the faint scent of a passed heat. The most shocking thing he smells is the last thing he expects to smell coming from a male Grimm: new life. Owens inhales twice more and it is the same. The Grimm has been successfully bred and is pregnant.
“How does this work exactly? Blood tests or something?” Nick asks.
Jack looks over at Monroe, who shrugs. “This isn’t a human hospital.”
Nick asks confused, “So…no tests?”
Owens’ expression turns amused. “Not to determine whether or not you are pregnant.”
“So…am I?” Nick asks timidly.
Jack glances at Monroe. He knows the Blutbad already knows. “You are.”
Nick curses. Too many emotions flood him to really what he is feeling. Happiness, sadness, shock, nervousness, confusion. “You’re sure? Shouldn’t you run a test or something?”
“Sir.”
“Nick, Nick Burkhardt.”
“Mr. Burkhardt, I am a Jägerbar. Our sense of smell is highly advanced. I can smell the life growing in you, just as your mate can.”
Nick turns to Monroe, narrowing his eyes and says accusingly, “You knew?!”
“Would you have believed me?”
“Well, no.” Nick scrubs his hand over his face wearily. “So what happens now?”
Jack admits, “You are a unique case, Mr. Burkhardt.”
“Nick, call me Nick.” He doesn’t want to spend every visit being called Mr. Burkhardt.
“Well, Nick. Now I do a full exam on you to determine any risks or concerns for the pregnancy.” Nick nods and remains silent throughout the exam. He still in shock, his mind stuck on being pregnant. The rest of the appointment is a blur for Nick. He doesn’t hear the doctor talking about how his body had somehow evolved like Wesen to enable him to support a pregnancy. Nor does he hear Dr. Owens’ comment about how healthy he is. Nick doesn’t hear the instructions on the vitamins, both for human and Wesen, that he should be taking.
“Do you have any questions?” When Nick doesn’t respond, the doctor tries again. “Nick?” Again, no response. Monroe, who has been listening avidly, cups the back of Nick’s neck. “Nicky?”
He looks up, confused. “What?”
Monroe’s expression softens. He can see how overwhelmed his mate is. “Do you have any questions for Dr. Owens?”
Nick’s mind roars with questions. “How did this happen?”
Dr. Owens hides his smile. “Do you mean how did you become pregnant? Or how is it possible for you to become pregnant?”
Nick’s expression makes it clear which question he is asking.
“Blutbaden matings are unusual. Whereas the majority of Wesen choose their mates, Blutbaden don’t; their mates are chosen for them. Blutbaden believe their mates were made for them. You are a unique case. A human, even a Grimm should not be able to be mated to a Blutbad. You should not be able to go into heat. You should not be able to become pregnant. Yet, you did go into heat and you are pregnant. Your body physically changed for your mate, formed all the things necessary to support a pregnancy. It is remarkable.”
Nick grimaces. “So I’m what now, a hermaphrodite?”
“In humans’ terms, perhaps but in the Wesen world, you are just a bearer, same as I am.”
“You don’t know…how I changed?”
Jack answers, “Medically speaking, no. It shouldn’t be possible but then isn’t that what humans would say about Wesen?”
Nick has to admit, that is a good point. Ever since finding out he is a Grimm and about Wesen and realizing that he wasn’t crazy, he has simply found it easier to simply accept the unexplainable. There is no point of trying to find a rational, scientific explanation for how people can change into human-animal hybrids. Just as finding out how his body changed is pointless. It won’t change anything. He is pregnant. “How will this work? What can I expect?”
Owens admits, “I cannot be certain but I suspect your pregnancy will develop more like a Wesen’s than a human’s.”
“How are they different?”
“Wesen’s are typically shorter, usually around six months instead of nine.”
“Really?” Nick asks, sounding interested. Being pregnant for a shorter amount of time is an idea he can get behind.
Jack says, “Yes. The next month the growth rate of your fetus or fetuses will determine the length of your pregnancy.”
Nick gulps, “There could be more than one?”
Owens glances over at Monroe before answering, “Blutbaden pregnancies are often similar to wolves, having litters instead of a single baby. Generally they have two or three pups at a time. It is rare for Blutbaden to have a single pup.”
“WHAT?!” Nick’s head whips around to Monroe. “YOU!”
Monroe swallows reflexively and tries to calm him. “Now Nicky.”
“DON’T NICKY ME! TWO OR THREE BABIES AT THE SAME TIME! ARE YOU FUCKING INSANE?! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME, YOU BASTARD?!” Nick screams.
Jack mutters, “Fucking is how you got here in the first place,” before backing away, trying to hide his smirk. Watching a mate cringe while their bearer yells at him, never fails to amuse him.
“Nick, don’t you want our pups? However many there will be? Don’t you want them to have a sibling to play with and grow up with? Wasn’t it lonely growing up with just you and your aunt?”
Owens admits to himself, *Guilt trip. Good move, Monroe.*
Nick scowls, “Not fair.”
Monroe smiles, his guilt trip worked.
Nick pouts. “Fine. You’re right. I’ll love them, no matter how many there are.”  *Please no more than three, dear god, please no more than three!* “And it was lonely without a sibling.” Nick turns to the doctor asking, “How am I supposed to hide this? I’m a cop. I work with trained observers. They are going to notice if I suddenly get fat and start looking like a pregnant woman!”
Owens again hides his amusement, “Yes, I could see how that would be a concern. Nick, Wesen have been hiding male pregnancies for centuries. We have our ways. I’ll send you to the local spice shop; they will have the potions you’ll need to hide the pregnancy. They won’t be necessary until you start to gain weight.” Jack writes down the address and hands it to Nick.
“This is Rosalee’s shop.”
His eyebrows rise in surprise. “You know of it?”
“Yeah, Rosalee’s brother was murdered. She helped us in finding the people who murdered him,” Nick says nonchalantly. “She saved Monroe’s life.”
Jack is again surprised. This Grimm certainly is different. He is not only mated to a Blutbad, he is working with Wesen. Like all Wesen, Jack has always feared his family would encounter a Grimm and be slaughtered. Yet, here is a Grimm unlike any other. A Grimm that acts as if helping a Wesen is normal. No Grimm he has ever heard of has seen a differential between innocent/harmless Wesen and dangerous/killing Wesen. Grimms see them all as dangerous. All except this Grimm. He looks at Monroe. “You are remarkably blessed.”
Monroe grins, puffing out his chest with pride, “I know.” His Nicky is one of a kind.
Nick looks at them confused, not realizing how significant he is.
Both the Wesen know how very momentous it is for a Grimm to have compassion for a Wesen, to be eager and willing to help Wesen instead of simply slaughtering every one he comes across. Perhaps if Nick had grown up knowing about Wesen, being trained to be a killer, he may have been just like every other Grimm. But he didn’t. He’s a cop because he wants to protect people. Nick sees being a Grimm as the same as being a cop. He is there to help people, humans and Wesen alike.
“How does this potion work?”
“You’ll take it the first potion ten minutes before you leave the house. It works like an illusion. You will look like you did pre-pregnancy. The second potion you take once you are at home; it will allow your true body to be seen. You probably will need to start taking these potions by the end of the month, if you progress in the manner of Wesen pregnancies.”
Nick is skeptical. “That’s it. One potion to make me look normal and the other reveals my real body?”
Jack chuckles, “Like magic, right?”
“Why is it the more I know about the Wesen world, the less fantasy Harry Potter seems?”
Monroe laughs, “Rowling is Wesen you know.”
“What? Really?”
Jack grins, “Why do you think she was able to make her Harry Potter world so believable?”
Nick has to admit that does make some sense. “Wesen can do that? Write stories influenced by the Wesen world?”
“The Council is fairly lenient with Wesen writing fiction and fantasy,” Owens states. “Anyone that thinks what they write is real is typically written off as crazy. There isn’t much of a risk that fantasy novels will reveal that Wesen creatures are real.”
Nick nods, “True.” He mentally shrugs; he is always learning something new about Wesens. No doubt he will continue to do so.
“Back to you, Nick. We need to set up appointments for next month, one per week. The next appointment, I will check the development of your pregnancy, ensure that baby or babies and you are both doing well. As I said before, by the end of the first month I will be able to tell you approximately how long your pregnancy will be.”
Nick shifts uncomfortably before getting the courage to ask, “What about symptoms? Will they be the same as a woman’s?”
Jack looks at him with sympathy, this situation cannot be easy for him. “Symptoms for bearers can be similar to females. However, symptoms are sometimes more severe for men than women. Mood swings are very common for bearers, considering the flux of hormones that comes with pregnancy.” He glances over to Monroe. “Our mates take the brunt of it but they’re tough.”
They both look to Monroe. He grins cheerfully at Nick. “Anything you need, my little mate, I am happy to provide…even if it is a punching bag.”
Nick mumbles under his breath, “Damn straight.” He figures Monroe owes him after all the stuff he is putting him through. Nick could still be blissfully ignorant to all this male pregnancy/Wesen mate stuff. Without Monroe, there wouldn’t be any threats to his sexuality or his masculinity. He’d still be straight, be unaware that men can go into heat, and be ignorant of the possibly of men becoming pregnant. Monroe owes him.
Owens vows, “If you have any questions, feel free to ask. I realize this is new to you and I promise to answer any questions you may have.”
“Thanks, Doc.”
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In the car, Monroe takes Nick’s hand. “How are you doing?”
“I thought finding out I was a Grimm and about Wesen was tough but all this is harder to take in.” Seeing the expression on his mate’s face, Nick clarifies, “I am not saying this is bad, it will simply take time. You’ll have to be patient with me.” Nick waves his hands to signify both himself and Monroe, “All of this is new to me. What I’ve been taught since I was a child is suddenly wrong. Although I am getting used to this feeling, being a pregnant man is no different than seeing a person turn into an animal. Both completely against everything humans are taught and both supposed to be impossible.” Nick scrubs his hands over his face. “We’re going to have babies, Monroe. Actual babies. In six months!”
Monroe turns Nick’s face to him and kisses his lips. “We’re having pups, Nicky. A family. Our own little pack. Just you and me and our pups.”
“Yeah, our own family.” Despite being overwhelmed, Nick likes the idea. Monroe loves him and couldn’t be happier to have babies. Together they are strong enough to protect their babies. “Will our kids be Wesen or Grimm?”
Monroe has never considered that. “I’m not sure.” Their pups will get half their genetics from each father but will that make the pups Wesen or Grimm or Wesen and Grimm? “I suppose we’ll find out as they grow.”
Nick thinks about it for a second before dismissing it. He’s pregnant now and they won’t know what the baby or babies will be until later. No sense in getting worked up about it now. “Where are we going to live Monroe? Your little house is fine for now but with two or more babies, there won’t be enough space as they grow. My house is—”
Monroe growls, thinking of the woman that once lived there with Nick. “No. Not there, not where you lived with…her,” Monroe sneers.
Nick’s lips turn up, “You’re jealous!”
“Damn straight!”
He snickers, “Straight.” Nick’s far from straight now, all thanks to Monroe.
Monroe rolls his eyes.
“I think it is cute that you’re jealous. Trust me, Monroe, Juliette is the furthest thing from my mind. You got me pregnant. You fucked me for days and got me pregnant with twins or triplets or god forbid quadruplets. If I have five babies inside of me, so help me Monroe. Your dick isn’t getting anywhere near me for a long, long time!”
Monroe gulps, saying soothingly “Carrying five pups is extremely unlikely, Nicky.”
Nick points at him accusingly, “It better be! Now what was I saying? Oh yeah. Until I went to work that Monday, I had forgotten all about Juliette. Do you know how hard it was to pretend I was sad over the breakup at work? How hard it was considering how happy and fucked out you make me? I don’t think Hank believed me for a second!”
That makes Monroe feel a bit better. “We’ll start looking for a place, okay? A place that will be ours.” He’ll need to find somewhere that isn’t already claimed by another Blutbad.
Nick is stunned by how much and how fast his life is changing. A week and a half ago, he was a normal guy. Living with his longtime girlfriend in the house they shared, considering making their relationship official. Content with his life at the very least, even if not ecstatically happy. Now, he has a mate, a man that will love him for the rest of their lives. He’s pregnant with likely multiple babies, due in half a year with a new house on the horizon. His life is admittedly crazy but Nick’s okay with that. He doesn’t remember a time he’s been happier. “That sounds nice,” Nick says with a smile. “You know I’m going to have to see Juliette, right? We’ll have to sell the house, unless she wants it for herself. And no, you can’t come with. I don’t think she needs to know about us, it would only hurt her more.” Nick is suddenly slightly afraid at the sight of the expression on Monroe’s face. “What the hell are you thinking about?”
Monroe grins.  *I may not get to be there with Nicky but he sure as hell will have me with him. I’ll fill him up to the brim and plug all my seed inside of him, that way he can’t forget who he belongs to.*
“Seriously? What’s that mean?” Nick asks, indicating Monroe’s face.
“I promise not to go with you if I can claim you.”
Nick’s eyes narrow suspiciously, “Claim me how?”
“Let me fill you up with my cum…”
Nick shrugs, that isn’t so bad.
Monroe finishes, “And wear a plug to keep it all inside you.”
“Wait, what?”
“Those are my terms.”
“But a plug? Why?”
Monroe answers, “You won’t for a second forget who you belong to, will you?”
Nick grumbles to himself, careful to keep it unintelligible. He doesn’t need Monroe to go all possessive.  *As if I could forget. Knocked up dude here, kinda difficult to forget that. Juliette isn’t what I want or need. Not anymore.* Nick has a feeling that if he refuses, he’ll have Monroe hovering over him during his meeting with Juliette.  *And wouldn’t make it glaring obvious that Monroe is my overprotective, possessive boyfriend?!* “Fine.”
Monroe looks rather smug.
“Stop smirking you asshole,” Nick scolds, his twitching lips making it clear there is no malice in his words.
“I have a lot to be smug about, my little mate.”
Nick rolls his eyes but the smile on his lips is fond.
“Do you want to go see Rosalee now or…?”
Nick thinks about being mated to Monroe and his pregnancy. Rosalee is the only one besides Monroe that he can tell right now. He will have to tell Hank at some point but that will be a more complicated story. Rosalee already knows who and what he and Monroe are. Nick being pregnant will likely be a surprise but she is more apt to accept it fairly easily. “Now is fine.”
The drive to the spice shop is quiet but comfortable. Together they enter.
“Nick, Monroe, morning,” Rosalee greets.
Monroe says cheerfully, “Morning Rosalee.”
“Hey,” Nick says.
Rosalee’s eyes widen as Nick gets closer. She exclaims in shock “Nick, you’re?”
“What?” Nick is baffled for a second before he realizes that Fuchsbau’s sense of smell is as strong as a Blutbad’s. “Oh, yeah. Surprise?”
“You’re—he’s?” Rosalee says looking from Nick to Monroe.
Monroe puffs up his chest and declares proudly, “Nicky’s my mate.”
Nick smiles shyly as Monroe throws an arm around him.
“Wow. I didn’t think a Grimm could be a mate of a Wesen.”
“Tell me about it,” Nick mutters.
Rosalee woges, and she can’t believe what she is smelling. “You went into heat.”
“Can’t hide much from Fuchsbau, can you?”
Rosalee laughs despite her shock, “No, not very easily.”
Nick asks, “So do you know it all then?”
“That you’re pregnant too? Yes, I can smell that as well.” She shakes her head and her face returns to its normal state.
Monroe looks immensely proud. Nick shrugs, “Monroe just keeps laying surprises on me. Less than a week and half and he’s claimed me, gone through a heat with me, and knocked me up. He really knows how to take things slow.”
Rosalee giggles. “You seem to be taking this remarkably well, Nick.”
Nick laughs, “I’m sure Monroe would disagree. I admit I’ve had my share of freak outs in our time together. Who knew Blutbaden had mates or that men could go into heat or that men could get pregnant?! Certainly not me.”
Hiding her amusement, she admits, “I imagine none that was in those books from your ancestors.”
“I can tell you for certain, I have never come across anything that alluded to any of that in the books I’ve looked at. Guess my ancestors don’t know everything.”
Monroe adds, “Your ancestors were more concerned with learning how to kill Wesen than what their mating habits are.”
Nick nods in agreement. Getting them back on track, Nick says, “We’re here for those potions, the pregnancy ones.”
Rosalee smiles gently, “Of course. Just let me get those for you.” The potions are always kept on hand. “Here you go, Nick. Did the doctor tell you how these work?”
“Yes. One before work, one when I get home. Takes about ten minutes to take effect and I will probably need to start taking them by the end of the month.”
“Yes. If you have any side effects or concerns, feel free to contact me. If your symptoms are giving you trouble, I have several herbal options that could help for nausea, cramping and the like.”
“Thanks Rosalee.” Nick takes the bag.
Rosalee comes around the counter, hugging Monroe first and then Nick. “Congratulations you two. On your mating and your pups.”
Monroe beams happily. Nick smiles a bit, realizing that as unplanned and unready as he feels, he isn’t dreading having children but actually looking forward to it.
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Nick calls Juliette Wednesday morning. Monroe is hovering beside him, no doubt using his keen hearing to listen in. “Hi Juliette.”
“…” For a second Nick doesn’t think she is going to respond. “Hello, Nick.”
Nick had been hoping this would be less awkward but it is just as bad as he imagined. “Um…so, I was wondering about the house…do you want it?”
Juliette asks in surprise, “You don’t?”
“Ah, no. I’m staying with a friend. I…I don’t want the house.”
“A friend, right. Is she what you were hiding from me?” Juliette accuses angrily.
Nick can’t believe she is calling him a cheater! He may have had sex dreams (extremely hot ones!) about Monroe but he hadn’t acted on them. “I never cheated on you, if that’s what you are implying.”
“I don’t see you denying that your ‘friend’ is just that, are you?”
Nick rubs his forehead, “Juliette, we aren’t together. What I’m doing or who I am with is none of your business anymore. You are the one that broke up with me.”
Juliette’s voice is shrill as she yells, “You were lying to me, Nick! If it wasn’t an affair, what couldn’t you tell me? We were together for years and you shack up with the first bimbo you can find?!”
“I wasn’t lying to you. I didn’t have an affair and I didn’t shack up with some bimbo. I’m staying with Monroe.” Nick isn’t about to tell her she is right. He has been lying to her but it isn’t like he can tell her he is a Grimm or about Wesen. And technically Monroe isn’t a bimbo…isn’t a woman at all. It isn’t a lie; he simply isn’t telling her the whole truth. She doesn’t need to know he left her for a man. He doesn’t need her attacking him.
“Monroe?” Juliette asks in disbelief.
“If you don’t believe me, I could put him on the phone.”
Juliette concedes. “Fine. I don’t want the house either.”
“Fine. We’ll put it on the market and split the profits. We should meet with a realtor.”
“I call my friend, Betty. I’m sure she will be willing to help us out. I’ll call you with a meeting time.”
Nick is relieved; Juliette’s anger has seemed to recede a bit. He doesn’t want to fight with her. Frankly, he just wants her out of his life for good. Nick is happy with Monroe and he doesn’t want Juliette’s bitterness to taint his new life. “Okay.”
Juliette pauses, the silence awkward until she mumbles, “Bye.”
“Bye.” Nick sighs, grateful that is over.
“So she thinks you left her for some bimbo,” Monroe declares with amusement.
Nick laughs, “You are definitely not a bimbo.”
Monroe wraps his arms around Nick, his mate’s back to his chest, and rests his hands on his belly, where their pups are growing. Nick leans back into his embrace eagerly. Monroe admits, “I was afraid talking to her would make you miss her.”
Nick answers honestly, “I thought I might have but her anger and bitterness made me just want her out of our lives. You make me happy, happier than she ever did. Until you, I didn’t realize that I was simply content, not happy. If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t be, mate or not. It is you that makes all the craziness that comes with being your mate worth it.”
Monroe smiles against Nick’s skin. “I love you too, Nicky.”
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Wednesday night:
The week has been odd for Hank without Nick. Although it has helped Hank’s relationship with Sean as his temporary partner couldn’t care less about his personal life. Since their start, Hank and Sean have spent every night together. It isn’t just sex either. Sean clearly cares for him and isn’t afraid to show it and Hank has quickly grown to crave Sean’s easy affection. He enjoys simply sleeping together as much as he does Sean fucking him.
For the first time since he and Sean got together, Hank goes home alone without the hope of Sean coming over. Sean has meetings and doesn’t anticipate being done until late. It is a strange feeling for Hank, to be alone for the first time since he and Sean got together. He feels lonely and his house feels empty. Hank misses Sean. It shocks him to feel this way, for Sean’s absence to be felt so keenly after only a little over a week. This shouldn’t be happening; he shouldn’t be feeling like this. Not so soon.  *This is my life, not one of those dumb romantic comedies, where two people catch eyes and instantly fall in love. I shouldn’t feel like this.* Hank has never in his life felt this strongly about another person, this fast. It is crazy and he knows it.  *Maybe this is going too fast. Maybe I should tell Sean I need some time.* Hank’s frantic thoughts are interrupted by the sound of his doorbell.
Ever the paranoid cop, he takes his gun with him as he peeks out of the window and is stunned to see Sean standing on his doorstep. Hank is at the door and opening it before he even realizes it. “Sean. What—I wasn’t expecting you.” Sean’s sudden appearance pushes all the doubts from his mind, at least for the moment.
Sean smiles.  *Hank is cute when he’s flustered.* The sight only urges him to kiss Hank’s startled face. Sean gives in, pecking Hank’s lips lightly. “Can I come in…or are you going to leave me standing outside your door?”
“What? Oh, yeah, sure. Come in.”
Hank closes the door and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Sean is crowding behind him; he can feel it without even turning around. Hank swallows, his cock already starting to harden just from Sean’s closeness. He turns and Sean leans against the door, boxing Hank in. Sean smirks at the visible shiver that goes through Hank. He presses his body against Hank’s and Sean can hear and feel as Hank’s breath stutters at his nearness. Sean loves to see and feel how his presence and his touch affect Hank. His face is impossibly close to Hank’s for a heartbeat before he leans in. Hank melts under Sean’s kiss. Sean nibbles on Hank’s lips leisurely.
Smiling, Sean pulls back, “Hi.”
Looking dazed, Hank replies, “Hi.”
“Have you eaten yet?”
“Um, no. I wasn’t really hungry.” A second later Hank’s stomach rumbles noisily as if to loudly contradict him.
Sean smirks, quirking a brow. “Your stomach seems to disagree.”
Hank shifts his body awkwardly, avoiding Sean’s eyes. He doesn’t want to admit that he’d missed Sean and he’s spent the night moping like a lovesick calf. They’ve been together a week and a half, he shouldn’t be so clingy already.
“Hank, look at me.” Hank bites his lip and lifts his gaze with reluctance. Sean’s green eyes are warm and concerned, “What’s wrong?” Everything within Hank wants him to flee, to hide. Sean can see the hint of fear in Hank’s brown eyes. When Hank tries to look away, Sean takes his chin in hand and demands, “Tell me.” Hank can almost feel the panic bubbling up from his chest. He wants to lash out at Sean but those sea green eyes are full of concern. And in the face of it, Hank finds himself admitting the truth. “I…I missed you.” Sean’s heart tightens at the soft declaration and he wraps Hank into a bear hug. He feels Hank tremble slightly in his embrace and Sean shushes him, holding Hank infinitely close. Hank hides his face in Sean’s neck, overwhelmed by the feelings Sean provokes in him.
Hank’s reaction to him only makes Sean surer that Hank truly is his mate. Sean hadn’t been certain he would have a mate, being a hybrid. Hexenbiests and Zauberbiests are sexual creatures, able to use their seductive power to lure men and women. But a mate is always immune; a mate’s emotions cannot be influenced by a Zauberbiest’s seductive powers. Instead like many Wesen creatures, a mate of a Zauberbiest often feels an inexplicable pull and an irresistible need to be close to the Zauberbiest. Hank’s shy, almost ashamed admission is exactly how a mate would react. Sean leans back, framing Hank’s face in his hands. “You don’t have to be ashamed of that. Never be ashamed of missing me or how you feel about me. Never.”
“I shouldn’t feel this way. Not so soon,” Hank says as if thinking aloud.
Sean smiles gently, “Is it so wrong? I already care deeply for you, Hank. I am not ashamed to admit I care for you. Maybe more so than seems possible for our short time together but no one has ever made me feel the way that you do. I can be myself with you, in a way that I cannot with anyone else. I don’t care that we have only begun. This is just between you and me. This is us. It only matters what we feel for each other. Not what others think we should or should not feel. Okay?”
Hank blinks back tears, Sean’s speech provoking such a swirl of emotion within him. But most importantly, it makes Hank feel like he isn’t alone in this. Sean is just as invested as Hank is. “Okay.”
“Good.” Sean pecks his lips once but can’t resist the lure of Hank’s lips. Melding their lips together with practiced ease as if they’d been together for years. Sean walks Hank to the couch without ever breaking their passionate kiss. He pushes him down. Hank lands with a soft plop, looking up at Sean with lust blown eyes, his legs automatically falling open. Sean sinks down on top of him, Hank’s legs hooking behind his back. Hank throws his head back as Sean nibbles teasingly on his neck. Sean’s nimble fingers make short work of the buttons on Hank’s shirt and eagerly open the shirt. Sean loves Hank’s body, thick and muscular. He is beautiful. Sean leans down and sucks a mark on his shoulder, where it can easily be hidden. Hank shows his appreciation by moaning Sean’s name and digging his fingers into Sean’s back. Sean sucks mark after mark all while rocking their bodies together. “Oh god, Sean.” He fumbles, not patient enough to unbutton Sean’s shirt, and simply tears the shirt open. He needs to feel Sean’s skin and doesn’t care that he ruins an expensive shirt to do so. Hank’s hands glide down Sean’s chest to his flat, muscled stomach and back up and over his shoulders and down his back. Hank loves the feeling of Sean’s skin, taunt and strong, so unlike a woman’s.
Hank encourages Sean to move, wrapping himself more tightly around Sean. Sean’s heavy body feels perfect on top of him, heavy and solid. Hank moves with Sean as they rock together smoothly. Sean pants into his neck and Hank’s hands grab Sean’s ass, pulling him closer with each thrust. Hank feels the pressure build with the sweet friction of Sean’s body against his. “Gonna cum.” Sean groans, “Yes, fuck. Cum for me.” Hank growls as he explodes wetly inside his pants, falling limp. Sean rocks against him frantically until he stills and comes in his pants. He falls atop Hank heavily, nuzzling his neck contently. Hank savors the feeling of Sean’s big body practically swallowing him. He finds he likes it, a lot. He likes the feeling of Sean’s strong, large frame against him, on top of him, beside him and if he is being honest, inside him. Hank never thought he would experience being penetrated, much less enjoy it. He could quite easily get addicted to Sean’s hot, hard length inside him.
They stay like that for several minutes until Hank’s stomach growls again. Hank blushes even as he can feel Sean smiling against his skin. Sean lifts his smiling face from Hank’s neck and says, “Looks like I need to feed you.” Sean kisses Hank’s plump lips once before he reluctantly gets up. The wetness in his pants is a bit uncomfortable and without a thought Sean strips bare. Hank gulps as Sean takes off his pants and underwear, using his boxers to wipe himself clean. Sean walks to the kitchen, unashamed at his nakedness not aware of the fact that Hank is gaping at his back.
Hank rises up from the couch, squirming at the wet feeling in his pants. A part of him wants to strip like Sean but he feels too self-conscious to do so. He goes into the kitchen to find Sean looking through his cupboards. Sean looks over his shoulder, “Your fridge is empty, unless you call frozen dinners food which I do not. When is the last time you went shopping?” Hank shrugs, “I don’t cook and neither does—did Carrie.” Sean turns and eyes Hank critically. Hank doesn’t seem too sad about the breakup. He can’t help but ask, “Did you love her?” Like a moth to a flame, Sean can’t resist despite knowing how much Hank’s answer could hurt. Hank shuffles awkwardly, looking away as he says, “Not really.”  *Nothing like what I feel for you.* Hank doesn’t dare give voice to his thoughts. Sean stares in Hank’s eyes, admitting softly, “Her loss is my gain.” Hank ducks his head, the words making his cheek heat.
Sean moves closer and his hands fall onto Hank’s hips. Hank is helpless to deny the urge to touch Sean’s bare skin. His hands clutch the back of Sean’s shoulders before sliding down his bare back to rest just above his ass. Sean arches into his touch, humming happily. Hank tentatively moves his hands lower until they cup Sean’s ass. Sean takes possession of Hank’s lips, biting and sucking until his lips are swollen and red. Hank’s grip on his butt tightens, pulling Sean closer.
The sexual tension heightens…until Hank’s stomach again rumbles loudly. The mood is broken as Sean laughs and Hank joins him a second later. When they finally can stifle their humor, Sean says, “We better order something. I refuse to eat any of the stuff you call food. Do you like Thai?” Hank nods. “Good, I’ll order and you shower,” Sean says. Hank opens a drawer and pulls out a menu from his favorite Thai place. “Get whatever you want, you can’t go wrong at this place,” Hank says before he retreats to the bathroom to shower.
A minute later, Sean opens the door and climbs into the shower with him. It takes everything within Hank not to jolt and try to cover up like some shy virgin. He has to remind himself that Sean isn’t seeing anything he hasn’t already seen. “We’ve got twenty minutes before the food should get here,” Sean states nonchalantly as he lathers his hands and starts washing Hank. When Sean is done, Hank bolsters himself and reaches for the soap. With soapy hands, he starts to wash Sean. Hank is a bit timid but gains confidence when Sean’s body relaxes under his touch. Once they are both clean, they step out of the shower. Hank goes to his bedroom to dress while Sean walks naked to the front door. The overnight bag is on the floor where he left it. Sean pulls on boxers and a pair of soft, comfortable lounge pants, not bothering with a shirt.
The doorbell rings. Sean quickly grabs his wallet and opens the door. A teenage girl is standing on the doorstep, food in hand. She gapes at shirtless Sean, drooling at the sight of his very delectable bare chest and abs. Hank comes in dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants. He greets the girl by name, not that she notices until he says it three times. “Mr. Griffin! Um—I have your food,” she says sounding very flustered. Hank takes the food from the stunned girl who is still staring at Sean’s torso and licking her lips. Feeling possessive, Hank steps in front of Sean. His body blocks Sean’s bare chest from view, which snaps the delivery girl out of her lustful daze. Sean smirks, giving the girl the money for the food. Hank says a quick goodbye before shutting the door in her face.
Sean hugs Hank from behind, saying laughingly “No need to feel jealous, Hank.”
Hank huffs in aggravation.
“I don’t want anyone but you. Plus, she’s young enough to be my daughter!”
Hank grumbles under his breath, “Not too young to be ogling you.”
Sean chuckles at Hank’s petulant tone.
“You’re mine,” Hank mutters possessively. He freezes a second later, realizing what he said. Hank doesn’t move a muscle, afraid that Sean will react poorly to his possessiveness.
Warmth spreads through his body at Hank’s jealousy and possessiveness. “Of course I am. Just as you’re mine.”
“R—Really?” Hank stutters, sounding shy but hopeful.
“Really.”

FYI, Juliette is probably going to be a bitch in this story. I’m not a fan of her and although I haven’t seen Season 4 yet, I do know she somehow turns into a hexenbiest (I found out on accident).
Rosalee is probably going to get an OC for her LI, female or male, I don’t much care. If you have a preference let me know.
I finished Season 3 tonight and I have to say, they are portraying Sean’s character all wrong. He’s this huge 6’4” muscle bound guy who’s a Royal and a police captain…and they portray him as an idiot and a wimp. He never figures things out until it is too late (how could he not have figured out it was Adaline in disguise? Moron!) and he gets his ass kicked all the time? WTF? Grr, so frustrating! Sean’s not going to be like that in my fic, one way or another I’m going to show his intelligence and get him to kick some ass.
My good friend Gia and I started a group on Facebook called Slash Fans & Writers Unite! Feel free to join!
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