For every bullet, a kiss in return.
Part one from the Series: When a Grimm met a Prince.
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything that has to do with Grimm! Sadly. It all belongs to those awesome people that made this fabulous series! NBC is the name.
Full summary:
Nick discovers Renard's secrets and hunts him down. In the end Juliette shoots down Nick. Which results in Nick getting a severe depression. His Grimm side mistrusts Juliette, hates Renard and wants revenge. Off with their bloody heads! However his human and detective side wants the sweet peace that only death can give him. Two very different needs from one person. To save Nick from himself, Renard needs to reveal one final secret. But will Nick let him?
Warnings:
I uploaded it in M, I mean come on that says enough right? The pairing might be obvious, but perhaps I just uploaded it in M because there is a lot of blood in it... Uh or maybe not... I am not going spoil this story by telling all the details... So you just have to read the story and find out.
A/N Nr. 1:
Please notice that I am Dutch and in the Netherlands the series Grimm have recently been launched on the television, so please don't hate me if not all of my story is completely in check with the series, because I can't help it that the series just launched here.
A/N Nr. 2:
So, here I go telling you that I am extremely sorry for the delay. Yet, the only thing to say as an excuse is that I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, needed some time for myself. It has been quite the year for me and now after a long holiday I'm back in action. I don't want to talk about it much, yet I'll tell you not to worry about me. I am fine now and feel better than in my whole life. So that says something, right? XD
Anyway, as an apology, I'll give you a very big and most delicious (so far) chapter 8! :D
A/N Nr.3:
I have a new way of ending the chapters. From now on each chapter will seem like an actual show on the television. With a Previous on and now also a Promo for the next chapter, I'll take you on a fabulous ride of reading. At least that is what I hope I'm doing :P. Tell me if you like it this way?
A/N Nr.4:
Now comes the part where I, as usually, demand that the review counter has to be on 110, for me to continue the story… Sorry guys, some things remain the same XD.
A/N Nr.5:
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Previously on YoungOnes831's, Grimm's: For every bullet, a kiss in return:
Rosalee's p.o.v:
"Monroe! Come quickly, now!"
As soon as I had read the words written on the very old book, I knew I had just stumbled across the jackpot.
The three Grimm species; from Bronze to Gold.
Nick's p.o.v:
Time passed and none of us could find anything more about the Golden Grimms.
…
"Guys! I may not have found anything about the Golden Grimms, but this might help you buddy." Monroe said and handed the book to Rosalee.
"Ruhe der Geist... Monroe that's brilliant! With this, Nick can control his emotions."
The potion meant Rest of the mind in plain English and could be described as a potion that eased the mind and made, if having a Wesen or Grimm side, both sides equal to each other. Both relaxing, so none of two could get more dominant than the other. It was the perfect solution for my problems and it turned out to be a true Grimm potion, as the book has confirmed it.
"I'll make it downstairs, you two help the customers." Rosalee said and went away.
Hank's p.o.v:
We had found the little bastard! Tied to a chair in own house. No, Nick definitely wasn't very subtle. This would be really awkward… That was until, I and Wu read the note:
Good day Portland police,
Sorry for the last time. I had to, I was threatened. Therefore, I give you this chair baddy over here. You won't get anything out of him about me. So, don't even try. I wish thee fine fellows or ladies, a pleasant afternoon.
Greetings the punisher of society.
I knew that once I read the note, that Nick was smarter than I gave him credit for. He had manipulated his handwriting and even his vocabulary. The whole note was so unlike Nick. No connection could ever be made.
And that intelligence, did sound like Nick. Anyway, we had our killer with his head intact this time, so whatever Nick did take, it had helped him a lot.
Eric's p.o.v:
I stared at the scene in front of me and licked my lips eagerly.
"Well, well, hello pretty Grimm." I said and felt my desire for him rise.
Nick's p.o.v:
Your Highness?.. Royal!
I screamed awake, jumped from my couch, opened the closet and got the sword.
"Out of my house, NOW!" I roared and my Grimm side had never felt so lethal before. I saw the fear in Wesens' eyes and they all backed away.
"NOW!" I yelled and charged.
I hit two of them knock-out and threatened to slice another two's throats open if they didn't leave this instance. The Royal eyed me hungrily, yet backed away as well.
"Until next time, mon Grimm d'or." And he and his henchmen vanished into the thick black of the night.
I shut the door and locked it firmly. It was then that I remembered that I still had to get my belongings from the office.
"I'll do it tomorrow." I mumbled and once again fell asleep on the cold, yet soothing kitchen floor.
Watch it!
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Chapter 8!
Chapter 8: Guilty pleasure. Part 1
Wednesday, 09.22 AM
Nick's p.o.v:
I woke with the feeling of cold tiles pressing their solidity into my cheek. Making my jaw clench painfully tight and my cheeks swollen red with stripes imprinted in my flesh by said tiles. I cautiously rose from the kitchen floor to walk to the tab in the bathroom. Once there, I washed my face and gently massaged the stripes away. Ending the course, I nervously glanced at my reflection, vaguely remembering the unwanted activities of yesterday…
…Nothing that would show others, what I could have been doing. Luckily. Yet, the moment I took notice of my eye colour, I accidently screamed aloud.
Golden eyes. Again, though very much unwillingly and uncontrollably. It was as if they were having a life of their own. Deciding what to do when and how. As if they could actually breath and make their own decisions.
They could. Or, actually; it could. My Grimm side had indeed become more dominant. However, I knew that I had, fortunately, now a potion to help me relax and focus more on my human side. Not that my Grimm side was that bad. It just had a short temper these passed days.
I slowly made my way to the kitchen, where I dropped on the floor and abruptly, though strangely, fell asleep again.
Dream scene:
I sighed and reached for the Ruhe der Geist potion on the table, back in the living room. I uncorked the bottle and wanted to take a sip, when I was severely interrupted by my suddenly feral Grimm side.
'What the hell are you planning to do, you idiot?!' it snarled and bared its teeth in my head. Not that my Grimm side had a face…
"No way, not this time.." I slowly lifted the bottle to my mouth…
'God damn it! Why do you have to be such a moron?! That silly potion isn't going to work! Dumbass! You need to find that sexy Captain of yours, to get the real cure. Though, I bet you know what the real cure is, hèhè.'
I furrowed my brows, not understanding one word my Grimm side had just said.
'Oh come on! … Sex, you know? Stick your dick into a hole… Oh no, wait, eherm, let me rephrase that… Force that sexy Police Captain, to stick his sticky into your… Oh well, you get the point, right? I hope you do! Anyway, if you still think that silly potion is going to work, then be my guest… Moron…'
First, I swallowed heavily. Then, I blushed deeply and finally I snarled and gulped the potion down in one smooth motion…
'…Oooohh and it… didn't work. Surprise, surprise! What did I tell you? Never mind, I still, however, want my strawberry sorbet with double strawberry cream and that wonderful holiday trip to Mexico. They have cactuses there! Aren't they cool? Sexy ex-boss could make me some cactus juice, yeah! And after that; I'll call that French babe from college. And then, after all that loving, I'll order a beer in Amsterdam! Oh wait! I forgot to mention that I'll first ring that sexy bastard from my previous office and have a little rut on his personal desk. Oh and maybe, we will get married and have a seriously good fuck on the kitchen table… In the shower. Against the wall. Perhaps even in his chair at the Precinct. Oh and on the washing machine, for extra vibes, you know? On the carpet at his house. In the trailer… Oh well, pretty much everywhere, I can imagine. And if Wesen threaten us, we will send them some really nasty pictures of our personal adventures. In which, I firstly cut of Wesen' heads and then get roughly fucked by mister Captain on the forest's floor or against one particular oversized tree. Oh yeah, that sounds absolutely lovely! Yet, I'll put a locker on my boxers if he doesn't feed me strawberries, … Every. Single. Day!... Just saying, you know.'
Dream change:
Before I could even raise my fist to smack my Grimm side to the deepest of hell; the scene had abruptly changed. I found myself falling onto a soft bed… Without wearing any clothes…
Lips were almost strictly attached to, what seemed, every part of my body. Their strokes left trails of hot saliva and burning ecstasy.
I was being rolled over and calloused hands roamed freely over my exposed flesh. Excitement washed over me with hurry and need. The intimate touches sped up as they loved to bring me closer to my moment of bliss. A deep voice spoke words in my sensitive ears, that would drive even the most realistic of people mad. I could not recognise its owner, but I knew I was familiar with it.
Suddenly the pressure of something big and juicy, gently rubbing against the insides of my trembling legs. A man then. The man's hardened length teased my quivering calves, leaving trails of hot pre-cum. I swallowed heavily when the man's body reached higher and touched my engorged length. The man stayed in that position. He slowly started moving against me. His cock sliding up and down against mine. I gasped at the man's movements. I saw a playful smirk directed at me and bit my lip to smother my lustful sounds.
"You look so good like this, Nick. So extremely good." A deep voice huskily whispered to me. A hand touched my face, lifting my chin.
"Let me see those pretty eyes, Grimm. Let me drown into their golden seas." A kiss was left on my temple, yet the movements never halted. They only sped up. I opened my eyes, not noticing I had closed them in the first place.
"Just as I thought. The perfect and most expensive gold in the world now lies beneath me. Harvested into the most delicious body in the universe. A gorgeous body from the most valuable person anyone could come across. The eyes, the body of a Grimm. A Golden Grimm nonetheless. All that is you. Oh Nicolas, let me enjoy your heated flesh. Let me make it even hotter, by covering it with my burning passion. Let me make you mine in all three ways, forever…"
I had moaned the whole time during his heartily speech and pushed my hips forward.
"Yes Nick, show me what you want. Show me your surrender!" The man thrust forward with an incredible speed and I came with an extremely loud scream.
"Nicolas, you are mine!" the man's shout was after he, too, had reached his peak.
When I regained my focus, I asked the man: "Who… who are you?"
The man chuckled and sucked on the skin of my collarbone, making me arch with need once more.
"You know, Nick. You know me so well, Burkhardt." The man said shortly, before he started suckling on the already reddening skin. Definitely trying to leave a mark.
"But who?!... I mean it, who are you, to come into my dreams and conquer me like no- one else could ever hope to do?" I said, feeling frustrated and tried to push the large man off me.
"Just follow your instinct, detective. Listen and find out."
I closed my eyes ,ready to discover the truth. My instinct told me that I only have met a few large men. That I only have heard such deep, yet, wise voices a couple of times. That I only have seen such beautiful dark eyes a few times. I felt his hair brush against my cheek, when his tongue lapped at my tensed shoulder. Hair, somewhat curly. Hair that was soft and, once I had opened my eyes; black and short. Then, I met his face, but I still could only see his eyes and hair…
No wait! His lips, that formed into a smirk. His nose, that couldn't really be described, because I lacked the care for it. I only thought that it suited him. Suited his beautiful face. His beautiful skin.
Skin? Now, I, apparently, could also see the colour of his skin. Not completely white, but with a natural tan to it…
Really, who was this man?! His looks confused me so much! His looks drove me so extremely wild! His looks were so familiar! His looks were so…
"Lost in thoughts detective Burkhardt?" he asked me and gently tipped my head back.
Eyes, hair, nose, lips, skin; I could see all of it, yet I still couldn't figure out whom they belonged to… Suddenly I realized something. That particular realization had just come after his words, his question. The one way ticket to truth.
There were only a few people that could and would call me detective. Yet Hank fell completely out of the picture and Wu… Well, to be honest Wu even more. The voice that had carried the words, the question out; had been the breakthrough. Only one voice could utter my family name so sensually. Only one voice could make me do everything upon asking. Could make me fall into submission…
"Captain? …Is that you? Captain Renard?..." I asked weakly trembling, not daring to open my, once again, closed eyes.
"Say my name, Nicolas." The hot voice ordered me in my ears.
"Renard…" I softly whispered, eyes still tightly shut. Two large, strong hands pushed my legs apart and lifted them onto even stronger shoulders…
"My full name. Say it!… No wait... Scream, yes scream my full name, Nicolas Burkhart!" The man's length entered me with a speed, that couldn't be measured. It made me arch my back and scream… Scream his name: "Sean Renard!"
I woke up, screaming, if not wailing, my previous boss' name. Though my legs protested very much, I still jumped up from my uncomfortable position from the floor and grabbed my favourite fork…
Over time, I had grown accustomed with harshly chewing on the fork in order to ease my desire to…
A: cut off some heads and B: get laid by a certain Police Captain… And just like the previous times; it worked.
I angrily bit on the steel over and over again, till I felt myself beginning to relax. I slowly took the, now covered in bite marks, fork out of my mouth and put it back on the cooking island.
Sighing tiredly, I began tracing small patterns on my bruised knees. What had I done to deserve this nonsense? Why did I suddenly crave for the man, who had been nothing but a bastard not so long ago. Why did my world turn around like this? Why did I become like this? … No, the question should have been different. Why did I let myself become like this? Yes why? Always why, never the answers…
Slowly tears of frustration dripped from my gloomy eyes. I tried to stop them, thinking about the joys of life. But there weren't many, not anymore. And where I previously could have smiled with the thought of red hair and a beautiful woman's face, I now could only cry harder. Juliette had left and I would never be able to turn it around. Not in this state. With that other face on my mind. That face, that had betrayed me. Made me almost betray others. Friends like Monroe and Rosalee. Even Hank… There! I had found my smile, my happiness back. Even if the memories were short; they consisted of rich laughter from the people I would worship for the rest of my life. Friends, true friends.
With that blissful thought, I fell miraculously asleep again.
11.02 AM
Monroe's p.o.v:
I swear, if that silly Grimm didn't pick up his phone right away, I would seriously be going to cut his head off with his blasted own axe!
"Pick up, you unworthy piece of Wesen stink!" I yelled to the silent phone. Fortunately for me, Rosalee had to work, otherwise she would have scolded me for my bad language. Another thing that silly baby Grimm made me able to do. Speaking of silly baby Grimms…
"Nicolas be damned silly Burkhardt baby Grimm, I'm coming your way!" I smashed the phone back in his holder and grabbed my coat. That Grimm would pee his pants after he had seen my Blutbad pissed-off face, ha!
11.38 AM
I took the spare key from my pocket and opened the Grimm's apartment. Luckily, Nick had decided, under severe pressure, to give me the spare key to his apartment. In the middle of the hall lay Nick's jacket. He must have thrown it there.
Yet, Nick loved his favourite black, leather jacket and even if he wasn't as tidy as me; he still took great care of his favourite stuff. So, it was extremely weird to find the jacket on the floor…
"What the hell has happened to you, buddy?" I asked aloud and felt a familiar wave of concern washing over me. This wasn't like Nick. This whole behaviour wasn't like Nick. The not picking up the phone for more than five hours. Leaving his favourite, considered holy to him, jacket on the floor. Buttons… Wait where did the buttons come from?
"Ohh, yes please… Beg you, ahh Sir!"…The awful familiar sounds came from the kitchen. Upon arriving, my dreadful feeling became the ugly truth.
There in the middle of the kitchen, was once again, my overheated silly Grimm. The Grimm was moaning the man's name again and I faced my palm with a dull slap.
"This is getting awkward. How many times do I have to watch a Grimm getting all excited while dreaming of a certain…"
"Sean!"
"Yes that guy, Nick. Brilliant timing as always. Jesus, who the hell is Sean, you little baby…!" I stared at the flushed and obviously aroused Grimm, humping the air fervently…
"Okay, definitely not, at least not now, baby Grimm." I rolled my eyes and made my way towards the hot Grimm.
"Mhmnnng, oh oh, fff, ahh Captain!" Nick whispered and arched his back gracefully.
…
Wait, what?! …Captain?... Holy vegetarian Wesen hell! Was Nick having erotic dreams about that bastard ex- boss of him, who had stolen his previous girlfriend? That Captain?! That tall guy, who was… Oh my God! Nick, a Grimm for Christ's sake, had romantic dreams, if not already feelings, for his ex- boss: Captain Renard, who was, mind you, a bloody Royal!? To make matters even worse; Nick was a Golden Grimm. And if that idiotic, bastard Prince would ever find out; he might never let go of my little, totally unaware of the great danger lying ahead, as always; adorable baby Grimm!
I angrily roared aloud and Woged into my Blutbad form. No one would touch my pack! No one! And Nick was considered very much pack! He was my little lost puppy and right now, I felt protectiveness washing over me that had come with waves as big as a tsunami would. Nick was mine! Stupid Royal! I was going to rip his throat open, after I had chewed his limbs off!
"Mhmm mmonn?"
I fell out of my rage and worriedly stared at my awakening baby Grimm.
"Yes, it's me, Nick. It's okay, I am here now." I stated firmly and brushed his hair out of his clammy face.
"Monroooowoh… Sorry, sleepy. Monroe, what are you doing here? And better, how the hell did you get in? …Oh my God, I locked my door right?"
I chuckled and nodded. The Grimm was so adorable when he yawned like that.
"You gave me the spare key, remember?" I told him dryly.
"Oh yeah, I forgot. But still, you could have called first at least…" he stated offended and shook his hair out of his face.
I hurried forward and firmly planted my hands beside his hips. Trapping him completely. Then, I gave him the stare. The totally pissed- off Blutbad stare…
Nick's p.o.v:
"Aah Monroe! What the h-… Oh." I shut my mouth and backed away from the evil looking Blutbad.
"Erm, let me guess; you already have…" I said and mentally smacked my own head.
Monroe's eyes were glowing red and I lowered mine. He must really hate me now. I turned my head away and stared at the suddenly very interesting floor.
"I. Did." Were the only words given. Growled out to be exact. I whimpered and scurried myself all the way back to the cooking island. There I sat, holding my knees; restlessly tapping on them with uncontrolled fingernails. It was a shame that chewing on my favourite fork would look ridiculous to the man.
"Nick?"
I completely ignored the question. The sudden concern from my Blutbad pal. I still sat tight at my spot, sulking over the fact that I couldn't have my anti- life fork.
"Nick, buddy? Hey, you know I am really concerned right now! You could at least nod man! Buddy? Nick? Oh come on… That's it!"
A tall and dark shadow lunged forward…
Monroe's p.o.v:
I grabbed the Grimm by his arms and pulled him into a fierce embrace. He probably had needed it, because a few seconds later the poor guy started crying softly into my sweater. My new sweater, mind you. Now, unfortunately it appeared to be not so new anymore. Covered with the Grimm's salty and greenish bacteria. Greenish? Oh hell no! Why did that silly baby Grimm have to be crying with a running nose to match?!
"Hey Nick, could you let go… Nick, I am talking to you, you know? …Nick! ...Never mind." I gave up, after I heard the first snore and tried to scramble out of his embrace. Unfortunately when trying, the Grimm accidently fell on top of me and snored peacefully further. Lucky me.
I tried to lift him. Nope. I tried to gently push him off me. Nope. I shoved him… Nope.
"You know, Nick, I wasn't destined to become your personal pillow."
"Mhm… yeah was." The Grimm sighed in his sleep and apparently fully disagreed with me.
"Really Nick? You have got to be kidding me." I sighed.
"Noppies, …gwooah. Sweepy Wonnie… Shup yumoth…"
"If that's the alternate version of: Nope, yawn and I am sleepy Monroe, so shut your mouth; then prepare for big trouble, Mister Grimm." I snarled and once again tried to push his head off me.
Then, Nick lifted his head and stared at me with those big, big puppy dog eyes.
"But, I want to." he pouted cutely.
No, no, no! Don't fall for his trick not now! Come on, what's cute about a Grimm to a Blutbad? Think of his big bad axe, that could easily cut you in two… Damn, those eyes should be illegal!
"Pweeaaase, Monnie!" The already big eyes, became even bigger.
"Oh oka-… No! I've had it! Act your age, Nick! You're a big grown- up Grimm and you can take perfectly care of yourself… Okay, scratch the last one, but you're still a grown- up man. God please, act your age!" I wanted to smack my head numerous of times against the wall, but I couldn't with that heavy Grimm on top of me.
Silence reigned for a long time. Too long for my likes.
"Nick?" I carefully asked.
Then, as soon as the weight had come, as soon as it had gone. I saw the Grimm stretching his arms and legs, before I heard him say: "You know, you could have said that earlier…"
I literary fell on my back and multiple times smacked my head.
"You. Have. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me!"
"Aw, come on Monnie…. Okay, okay, Monroe then… Whatever." The Grimm joked.
We both stared at each other. Me, pissed- off and Nick… expectantly?
"I am not going to make you breakfast, you know. So get that dream out of your thick head." I lifted my brow to prove so. It was part of my serious face and usually it worked, but with Nick things were never for sure.
"I don't want you to. It's just…" He avoided my stare and bit his bottom lip.
"What? You want me to make coffee or tidy your room? Repair your blouse?..." I snarled. I felt anger for his lack of taking care of himself and felt rage for his blatant asking all the time. I was sick of it!
"…Would you stay, …please." Nick asked, his voice trembling.
"Why? I am not going to be your housemaid, if that is what you're looking for." I snarled again and turned around, arms crossing defiantly.
"I…, because I… Monroe, I am sc-… scared."
My eyes grew wide with disbelief. A Grimm saying he's scared? Okay, now I seriously have come across all the weird things in life. I inwardly laughed at the silly scene. What would other Wesen think of this? Immediately a motion picture started to take shape. A motion picture in which a Mauvais Dentes promoted the so-called movie: A Grimm's confession! Now in cinema…
Hold on! Nick was scared?! Shit! The silly Grimm was probably having some severe safety problems. And me, his considered best friend, was laughing about it?! Oh no, that definitely wouldn't do. I cursed my foolishness and my cruelty immensely and whipped around.
There, in the corner of the kitchen, right in front of the microwave sat the Grimm. His shoulders hunched and his head resting on his left hand.
"Nick, I am so sorry! I didn't mean any of it." I stepped towards him and turned him briskly around to face me.
"Buddy? …What the hell are you doing?!" I asked bewildered after I had seen the Grimm chewing on a fork.
"Chewing." he answered, completely focussed on the job.
"Get that out of your mouth this instance, Nick!" I tried to pull it out of his hands, but alas to no avail.
"Let me chew on my anti-life fork!" he yelled.
"Your what? …Never mind, give it to me, now! Seriously, that's not even chewing, Nick! That's trying to tear it apart! ….Give it to me now, Nick, I mean it!"
For a second or so, he took the fork out of his mouth. Yet, only to bare his teeth at me instead.
"Oh no, bad Grimm… Nick, take it easy… Nick?" Unconsciously I had taken a few steps back. In the corner of his eyes a familiar and more importantly, most unwanted colour appeared. Gold.
"Nick, it's me, relax okay?" The answer was another growl from the now nearing Grimm.
"Nick?..." His continued silence and growls, bothered me more than usually. Because this time; the growls were directed at me and not some unfortunate Wesen badass.
"… Monroe, I… am sorry. I am so sorry." Nick fell unto his knees and tried to hide his obvious tears from view.
"It's okay buddy, I am not going to leave you. Wait here, I'll get the Ruhe der Geist potion."
Nick's p.o.v:
I saw how Monroe disappeared behind the wall and cursed myself again. Okay, namely my Grimm side. How could I have threatened Monroe like that?! He was my best friend, my personal Grimm guide! Without him I would surely have been dead long time ago.
Yet, there were more important things to worry about. For instance; Captain Renard…
I couldn't even measure the speed of the next heat arrival. I fell to the ground and groaned softly. Really? Every time I thought of Sean… I swallowed heavily when I felt something stir in my pants… So every time I thought of that particular person, I had another heat wave to bother me. Worst part of all; I couldn't think of a direct cure to it. Okay, well except doing some… stuff… with particular person…
For a second or so, flashes of hot bodies slamming against each other filled my clouded mind. Clouded with lust…
"Aaagh!" I yelled, sick of the outrageous nonsense. By now, the heat had become so unbearable that I was, once again, forced to shred some clothes. Not that there were many left. The only things left were my trousers, boxers and one unfortunate sock. It wouldn't do my male pride any good if Monroe would find me, only in my boxers on the floor. No, that wasn't an option. Sadly. So, if I couldn't shred any clothing, I had to think of something else to cool me off and fast. I rolled on my side and surprisingly got an idea out of it…
Monroe's p.o.v:
"Okay buddy, here you go…" I turned around the corner, smile plastered on my face. This would help Nick. This would make him feel better, feel normal again.
…
"What the hell are you doing, Nick?" I asked flabbergasted at seeing the totally weird Grimm rolling around on the floor.
"Erm, rolling around on the floor. What did you think? Playing ridiculous oversized happy child?..." the, apparently foul mood having Grimm said snarling.
"I can see that… Yet, why do you do it, buddy. Though no offense, if it helps…" I muttered, still gazing at the bizarre scene.
"Because that damned, wish it had an actual head, so I could cut it off; heat is bothering the living daylight out of me! That's why! Graagh!... Sorry, I overreacted, I know, but still…"
"Geez Nick, we really need to find a cure for that… unfortunate Grimm… habit?"
Then a furiously rolling around Nick screamed: "It's not a habit, it's a fucked up disease!"
I neared him and uncorked the bottle of the Ruhe der Geist potion.
"Here, drink this. It might help… a bit."
"A bit? Thank you Monroe, but I don't think a bit will be enough to satisfy this silly Grimm disease's urges…" Nick snorted and sighed heavily.
"Still, worth trying, right?" I tried to coax him to drink the potion already.
"Yeah you're right. I'm so-."
"Yeah you're sorry, I know, Nick. Just drink the potion, you will feel better."
"Thank you." Then Nick finally drank the potion. Okay, he gulped it down in one smooth motion. Almost as if he was having a small glass of liquor.
I waited a few seconds and studied the now quiet Grimm.
"Nick?" I asked carefully.
…
"Nick, can you hear me?"
…
I gently poked his shoulder and the Grimm fell down on his back.
Oh my God, I had killed Nick! I had killed Portland's favourite Grimm! I had killed him!
…
"Yeah what? Monroe are you alright?"
…
Peeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep Grimm!
"Am I alright? Am I? Well, yes frankly, I am feeling fantastic! You silly baby Grimm with your stupid hobbies to give me a heart attack!
"Oh." He said dryly and had the nerve to stare at me with that judging look of him.
"Seriously Nick, I thought, I had killed you… I mean it!" I added the last part, when he started to snigger.
"Oh come on Monroe, I am a Grimm."
"Exactly." I huffed.
"Huh? You know Monroe, that really doesn't make any sense."
I angrily growled: "Yes it does, silly baby Grimm! We have no records of what our potions could do to a Grimm. Technically the Ruhe der Geist potion is only meant for Wesen…"
…
"So if I get this right, you and Rosalee just tried some Wesen potion out on me. See if it could work? Okay… that's pretty erm… lame for you and especially Rosalee." He said, blinking his eyes in confusion.
"Look Nick, Rosalee has seen the ingredients and those were pretty harmless. As a matter of fact, an easier version of it is made by doctors for ordinary people. Yet, you will have to ask Rosalee for the name, I forgot it. We would never ever do something that could hurt you, Nick."
"Okay, thank you, I needed that explanation. Yet, if you were so secure about it all, then why did you worry that you might have killed me?" he asked, but this time he used his Nick Burkhardt smile. The teasing one.
I felt my cheeks brighten up and coughed silently: "You're pack… I worried… Worried too much clearly… We need you… Rosy and I… Erm… You're pack."
"Monroe… I, no just thank you. Thank you, man. I really don't know what else to say. Tha-."
"Yeah, but if you ever do that again, I will seriously cut your head off with your own stupid axe, got it, silly baby Grimm!?"
"Yes sir!" Nick saluted me and pulled his fake serious face. Yeah, he was such a silly baby Grimm. But he was mine. My pack... Which reminded me to deliver that exact message to one certain Portland police Captain/ Royal bastard…
14.42 PM
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
What a long and tiring day this was. I sighed heavily and threw my pen down. This wasn't going to work. My mind didn't support me, not in the least. Luckily, I didn't have a certain Grimm to distract in my mind.
I took my mug and sipped from it. Deciding that I really needed all the caffeine I could possibly swallow, I drank more from it.
…
"Oh yeah baby, that's it. Drink me empty. Swallow it all. Savour each single drop."
I almost threw the mug all across the room. I blinked at the stupid mug in confusion. Nothing there, fortunately. I sighed and turned my chair to the side…
"Oh why do you ignore me, Captain? Am I not pretty enough or is it because I'm not in 3D?"
I immediately swished back to blasted object. My mouth fell open and I shook my head…
There, on the mug, a hot, dishevelled Nick had pasted himself wantonly. He was seductively calling my name, trying to get a raise out of me.
"Are you mad, Sean, have I been naughty?" The Grimm flashed his lashes.
"If so, then maybe you should punish me, Captain… I mean you have such big, big hands, Sir." He moaned and stroked his chest, once he had opened his blouse.
I, for once in my life completely terrified, grabbed the mug, opened the nearest window and threw it out. Bye, bye, alien…
'You probably meant distraction, hèhè.' My Wesen side told me sniggering.
"Shush." I said, accidently aloud and of course just then the door had opened.
"Uh Sir, I haven't even said anything yet…" It was Wu.
Well, fuck…
"I am sorry Sergeant, I…" How the hell was I going to get myself out of this one?! Perhaps telling the truth would do the trick?... Yeah I could totally see the next scene playing for real:
'Oh hello Wu, don't worry, I just saw an extremely sexy, half naked, yum; Nick Burkhardt on my mug. I almost wanted to kiss the ceramic sexy surface. He looked so utterly ravish able on it. Do you perhaps know if Hank is available, he could lead me to Nick's apartment, so I can I have my way with him for real. Oh by the way, did I tell you that there is this world which is unknown to ordinary humans. It's called the Wesen world and I am a bastard Prince and that sexy Nicolas Burkhardt you know, is as a matter of fact a Golden Grimm , who I plan to make my futures wife. Though I think he will hate the phrase wife… Ah we will see… So, care to join me for another cup of coffee?'
…
Yeah that would work so obviously fine… Not.
"Captain? Captain are you alright? Captain! Oh Holy God of Fairy tales… Hank, we've got a problem!"
"Huhm, yes you were saying, Sergeant?"
"Captain, I am seriously worried about you." Wu told me, concern marking his face.
If only Nick would be worried about me.
'Idiot… call him already! Oh and do not forget to clean up this mess you've made! And sent those bloody pushers away!' My Royal and my Wesen side scolded me.
Mess? Those?
I saw the coffee dripping from my desk and realised that I had accidently spilled some when throwing the mug out of the window… Window? Oops! I had no windows. Well, I did, but those were in repair…
Yes, I had an earlier fit at night time, when luckily, no one had been there, so my Royal side could break the window with its mighty roars. Therefore, I didn't have real windows now, only the wood that fixed the gigantic holes. Two days ago, if you must know, had I done that stupid thing.
...
So, I must have thrown the damned mug out of the 'window', that was between my office and the rest of the Precinct.
…
"Here, this is exactly what I mean! The Captain is losing his marbles I am telling you!"
"Yeah, he doesn't look too good. What could have caused this?"
"If you're asking me…; Nick."
"Nick?" I asked, suddenly fully awake.
"See?" Wu said and crossed his arms together with Griffin. They now both stared at me as if I was some alien, who had just landed upon our graceful Earth.
"You know; I can hear you?" I said dryly and lifted my eyebrow.
"Well, we don't know for sure, Captain. You seem to space out a lot lately…" Griffin said and eyed me worriedly.
"Yeah, Captain, we all miss Nick, but that doesn't mean that we can slouch at our work." Wu said.
"Yeah, nor can you dream about him." Griffin added silently, only for Wu's ears meant.
"Ahah." Wu said quietly back.
"You know, I don't think you know what I dream about." I said, frown marring my face.
"…Uh… no we don't Sir… You're right." Griffin said, backing down.
"Oh, for the sake of Lewis Carol, close the door Hank." Griffin, eying Wu awkwardly, did as he told.
"I've had it! What are you three hiding?! With all the fairy tales and bizarre monsters? I knew Portland was weird, but this is alien, not just weird!" Wu stated and crossed his arms firmly.
"Sergeant." I began warningly. Yet Wu didn't seem to mind his job. Nor the fact he could lose it any second…
"And between you and Nick, are you two engaged or what?! Is that the reason why he left the Precinct? Holy God of fairy tales, I can't stand the secrets anymore. Before you know it, I am going to be eaten by the Big bad wolf and a futuristic Little Red Riding Hood is going to safe my ass with a bloody shotgun!"
"Well, …if you mean Blutb-…" I silenced Griffin with my furious stare.
Wu wasn't ready for this, not yet. I could tell.
"Listen, Sergeant Wu, I think you're in desperate need of a holiday. Take the week off." I said and ushered him and Griffin out of my office.
…
"Captain, are you alright?"
"You okay Sir?"
"Captain, can we do anything for you?"
"Oh hello Sir, feeling better yet?"
"Captain, do you want me to buy a new mug?"
Once I had stepped out of my office, the questions started. I noticed that, apparently, everyone had seen my sort of fall from grace… Me throwing my mug out of the 'window' could be a better description.
I gathered my breath and yelled at the top of my lungs to each subordinate: "All of you get immediately back to work. I am fine. Now, do your jobs! Thieves and murderers aren't going to wait! Back to your work this instance!"
It worked, fortunately.
"You, Sergeant, have a two week holiday! And you, detective Griffin, will do all the necessary things to get me the last killer! Is that clear?" I angrily whispered to the two. They both nodded silently.
"Good, now get your asses to work!" They hurried to their posts and went back to work.
I took one glance at the broken mug on the floor, before I slammed my office door shut.
"I need you Nick." I said quietly to myself, when I had sat myself down behind my desk again.
15.12 PM
Juliette's p.o.v:
It was so strange. So very, very strange. First there was heat, want, need. Now, there was nothing. Absolutely nothing… Where I used to practically drool at the sight of Captain Renard, I know felt an emptiness taken all the other, frustrating, emotions' places. Emptiness that my one and true love could only fill. The one I hoped would return to me as soon as possible. Nick Burkhardt. The one I had shot in my panic. My fright for this weird world.
Every day I had tried to remember something of Nick, but couldn't. Yet, now, I remembered everything. The reason we had drifted apart. The reason I somehow got 'bewitched'. The books, the drawings, the weapons. All of them, I remembered. Also, Nick's desperation. His desperation to prove me it all was true and not some made up fairy tale. Pff fairy tales. I couldn't stand them anymore! They were the sole reason, I had lost my love, my thought to be soon to be husband.
I wiped the angry tears away. My heart, my mind; both empty. Yet, ever waiting to be filled with new beautiful memories of my Nick.
Nick.
I softly cried and hugged myself on the couch. The couch we had bought together…
20.52 PM
Nick's p.o.v:
I had kept myself busy with lazily watching television almost the entire day. I couldn't bring myself to do anything useful. Not now. Thus, I had zapped my way across the channels and after watching random shows for seven hours long, I turned it off and got myself to the kitchen. Upon arriving, I saw the actual time and freaked out. It already was ten to nine and I still needed to get my stuff from the Precinct!
I quickly showered and dressed into a t-shirt and some denims. That combined with, of course, my favourite leather jacket. I checked my appearance in the mirror and smiled. Looking good enough. Okay, scratch the enough.
I grabbed my car keys and later drove off to the Precinct.
22.10 PM
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I was so bored and so extremely tired of all the damned paperwork. Yet, only a miracle could make them vanish or give me enough energy to finish it. No, not even coffee worked, not anymore.
If only Nicolas would have been here.
I heard some doors opening, but figured it would probably be Hank, who had forgotten something…
Nick's p.o.v:
I slowly and carefully opened the door. Fortunately, I still had the key to open the Precinct. Otherwise I would be forced to collect my stuff under the eyes of Se- …some certain man…
I learned quickly and I knew that using his name, could make me…erm quite… let's say happy.
I neared my old desk and took the key to the drawer out of my pocket. Luckily, there was enough light from the distance, so I didn't need to switch all power on.
Wait, what?! Lights on? I turned towards the source of light and saw to my horror that the light came from Capta- certain guy's office.
"Shit." I cursed quietly.
Still, I had come here to collect my stuff and I just couldn't back down. Not now. So as silently and carefully as I could, I opened the drawer and took the items that were mine.
…
There, another pen. Map. Mobile charger; oh there it was! Key cord. Empty wrapper. List of telephone numbers, might come in handy later. Drawing of a Wesen…
I jumped up, when I heard a voice asking: "Who's there? Griffin, is that you?"
A voice that belonged to a certain Captain Sean Renard…
Before I could stop myself, I had softly moaned at the man's name…
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I checked my watch again and leaped from my chair. Ten past ten. There was no way Griffin would forget something and take it at this time. Not when the man had left the Precinct more than two and half hours ago! I had been so lost in my own work and thoughts that time had passed by me.
But then, who could that person be?...
I smelled the air and got the smell of danger. I took my gun from the drawer and stepped to the door, which I quietly opened.
"Griffin?" I asked, perhaps too softly.
No answer came and so I swiftly turned around the corner, gun raised to the possible threat.
The shadow was too unclear for me to see. Yet it was a male.
"Who's there? Griffin, is that you?" I now asked strongly.
I heard a quiet moan. A moan that strangely sounded as one out of pleasure…
The shadow turned away from me. His hands carried a box…
A box? A box filled with perhaps belongings?... Could it be?...
I switched the lights on with the Main lights switch back in my office…
…
"Nick?"
Nick's p.o.v:
I had to get out of here, now! I grabbed the box and turned around. I could only hope that the man wouldn't follow me…
Or turn the lights on…
"Nick?"
Shit! Oh great, of course this would be happening to me. Why not? I am a Grimm, trouble magnet deluxe!
I played deaf and with a steady pace headed for the doors.
"Wait, Burkhardt, please wait!" yelled Sean.
Damned heat! I softly moaned again.
"Go away, Certain Police Captain!"
"Certain Pol-, never mind. Just wait, Nicolas, please."
The box fell out of my hands and I collapsed on the floor. Every part of my body tinged with pleasure at my full name that had come out of his mouth.
"Nicolas!" he yelled and lowered down beside me.
"Get away from me!" I yelled angrily and accidently turned my face to him.
"So it's true…" I heard him mutter.
"What's true, Se- Certain Bastard Prince?" I spat in his face.
"You're a Golden Grimm. If not the Golden Grimm. Anyway Nic-."
"No, please don't say my name, not again." I covered my ears and closed my eyes. My cheeks were still red with shame and want.
"Nick, look at me. Nick, why do… oh."
…
Suddenly two strong hands lifted me up and carried me away. I ignored the familiar tinges and blurted:
"Put me down. I said pu-!" I was silenced with a finger that was firmly put on my lips.
…
I nervously glanced at my previous boss after he had gently put me down in his office. How the hell was I going to get out of this hell? Heaven?
'Don't you think, this is the perfect opportunity to get laid by your sexy ex- boss?!' My Grimm side said dryly.
I unzipped my jacket after I had felt myself gotten quite hot and, dare I say, bothered…
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I closed the door with shaky hands. Nick had finally come to collect his stuff and, in my opinion, he couldn't have chosen a better time to do it.
I studied the Golden Grimm. My Golden Grimm. He looked nervous and kind of feverish. Perhaps that he became that extremely red when he was this pissed off. But, was he really pissed off? Wasn't it something else?
'You're such a complete moron sometimes. Can't you see, feel, even smell that Mister cute Burkhardt- Grimm is in heat?!'
Oh my-… No, oh hell yes! I stepped towards the, now obviously, blushing young man and lifted his chin. The somewhat shy Grimm bit his lip to prevent the moan from slipping out. Great, he was sensitive. That certainly was a bonus. Oh, all the noises I could force him to make…
'Focus, Mister I need bigger pants if I stare too much and too long at Mister sexy Grimm.' My Wesen side was really becoming annoying. Yet, he was right.
"Nick, for all the bad things I did to you and for all the bad things I let happen to you; I hereby officially apologise. I've never wanted to see you get hurt in any way. You have my word on that one. I was so afraid of losing you that I, perhaps or should I say clearly, held you tight at spot for way too long. Have fooled you for way too long. Nick, I say this because I care for you. Not just as your ex- boss, but more because I think of you as… Wait, what is that smell?" Before I could finish my heartily speech, I smelled a very familiar and a very unwanted scent hanging around my Grimm. The scent of another Royal…
To be exact… my brother…
I grabbed the young man and harshly pushed him against the wall.
"Who has touched you? Who has the bloody nerve to dare to touch what is mine?!" I yelled and let my Royal talons appear.
"What.. I. He. I don't know his name? …Why?!" The Grimm stuttered and started wriggling against me, trying to break free.
"How did he look like? Had he curls, deep voice, somewhat small? Dark eyes, dark hair? Answer me already! Who has dared to touch you?!" My rage towards my brother was immeasurable. And it became even bigger when my Grimm nodded and confirmed the truth.
"Yes, he did look like that. Why, is he your enemy? I don't care. He was nice and… a Roy-… He is your fucking brother, isn't he?!" Then Nick's eyes glowed fiercely gold and he pushed me away with such power that I dully noted not to piss him off any time soon after this was over.
Nick's p.o.v:
That son of… No, scratch that… Those sons of some bitches!
"It's a pity I didn't bring my axe." I said dangerously low. Yes, it really was a pity.
'Oh well, then enjoy yourself with his body, stupid Grimm. Geez, do I have to think of everything? God, get laid already. Your pants are practically screaming for it!'
I so totally wished that I could behead that irritating Grimm side of mine.
…
"Listen, I am going to get my stuff and you are going to pretend nothing ever happened at all. Is that clear?" I said warningly.
"No, it isn't." he said, but with a voice that made me tremble with fear. Before I knew it I was, once again, grabbed by my jacket and flung over his desk. Two hands with claws now extending from them, pinned me down.
"You're mine, Grimm. No one else his! My brother will lose his head for even daring to think of, look at and touch you! I don't care if you deny your, so obvious, heat; I will not tolerate anyone touching my Grimm!"
Silence reigned and we both breathed hard and uncontrolled. Then one of his talons stroked my cheeks. It softly travelled to my chin and made my mouth close itself by pressing against it.
"Look at what you do to me, Nick. You make me lose control so very quickly. I hold so much anger and desire for you Grimm…" I swallowed heavily when one talon passed by my Adam's apple. His words were sin. This must be a dream. This can't be happening.
'Oh stop whining already and get the game on, idiot.' My Grimm side scolded me again.
Suddenly hands lifted my upper body.
"I want you Grimm."
A/N Nr.7: Chapter 8: Guilty pleasure. Part 2
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I couldn't deny it any longer. I needed him, now! Naked, quivering and moaning on my desk. Enjoying my body, my flesh. My hands, my fingers, my mouth, my tongue, my dick… Oh God yes, I wanted him!
The Grimm shuddered unwillingly beneath me. Probably feeling the waves of my lust hitting his flesh through his clothes. Clothes that I was about to rip apart.
I slapped his hands away, when they tried to keep the annoying t-shirt down.
"Keep still!" I snarled to the wriggling Grimm. I was getting impatient and my Wesen and Royal side too.
Yet, my fearsome Grimm kept on pushing me away. Something he had done way too many times before. Something I couldn't tolerate any longer.
I bit at junction of his jaw and made him moan. Apparently my little Grimm was oversensitive at every part of his body. Lucky me.
"I said keep still or I am forced to bind you." I whispered huskily in his ear. The young man eyed me warily before his menacing Golden eyes came to the forefront.
Oh no, no way that a Golden Grimm would ever surrender to a mere Prince. On top of that a Bastard Prince. Something I, clearly, seem to have forgotten…
With a harsh shove, Nick had pushed me off him and now growled in rage. Great, I had to prove myself to him.
I accepted the challenge and growled fiercely back.
I tackled him to the floor, but he rebounded by flipping us over so now he was the one on top.
Nick smacked me down with his hands on my shoulders. I answered with my knees spreading, so I could force the Grimm in his right place…
Our lengths brushed against each other and I saw how the Grimm's eyes rolled back in his head due to sheer excitement.
I used his absence to roll him on his back. My knees forced him to spread his quivering legs.
Just how long had my Grimm been in heat already?! With a simple touch I had him moaning like one who's orgasm was only a mere seconds away. Not that I complained…
Nick opened his unnoticed closed eyes and stared defiantly at me again.
"Get off me." He asked quietly, yet warningly.
I replied with a soft shake of my head.
"No, you're not going anywhere soon, Nicolas." I said and pinned him down.
"Let me go, now!" he said forcefully. His eyes were a bright Golden and warned me to back down. But I wouldn't and, more importantly, couldn't.
I needed to have my Grimm now! It had taken so long. So many years and months. I needed him or I would lose my control and take him at every opportunity I had in the near future. Take him harsh and unforgiveable. Fuck him senselessly. Until he submitted to me for eternity.
Moments passed by and we kept ourselves occupied with staring at each other. None of us willing to break the eye contact and therefor our communication.
Finally, after realising he was currently stronger, I lifted myself from him. Yet, the Grimm still laid on the floor; immobile and staring straight into my eyes. His eyes became half lidded and made quite the scene with his full red cheeks and lips. Perhaps that he was luring me back to the ground to get the game on. A game that set fire to the current rain. A fire that would swallow our bodies whole. Covered in sweat, saliva and seed… Passion.
…
Or maybe, I had only imagined the scene. Nick now stood tall again. Though tall was a big word for my little Grimm.
"Go and get your stuff, detective Bu-, I mean Mister Burkhardt." It was better if I used his family name now. Better to try to hide the pain that had come with waves of disappointment at needing to let go of my Grimm.
Nick didn't say anything and simply rounded the corner.
Nick's p.o.v:
Why was everything so completely fucked up in my life?! Why did I still crave for his touches and even more. I had almost had to drag myself out of his office and collect my stuff. In the distance I saw the fallen box with the, now dropped out, object surrounding it.
I halted.
Was this really how I wanted it to end? Did I really want to leave right now? After being so close to the truth? To perhaps salvation?
I nervously glanced back at the office. The Captain stood there motionlessly, his back towards me and his shoulders hung.
…
"Erm Sir…?" I asked softly. I was fully aware of the huge blush covering my face.
"Yes Ni- I mean Mister Burkhardt?" he asked, voice constricted with emotions that probably were running pretty high.
"I came to…give the key to my desk." I finished my sentence with a gulp of air.
"Put it on my desk." He stated absently.
I stepped towards the desk and put down the key. Yet my feet couldn't carry me away from it. I was stuck at the spot and I felt an emptiness taking place in the pit of my stomach, now that I had put the key down.
"Why?" I whispered softly, more to myself than to the other.
"Excuse me, Mister Burkhardt?" his voice was way too monotone for my likes and when I turned around and looked him in the eyes, I gasped aloud.
It was as if the Captain had turned into a ghost. Only his soul remaining. The bright and powerful man was gone. His eyes seemed hollow and his face seemed robotic. So unreal.
"Why Sean? Why did this happen?" I asked, completely frustrated at the oblivion that was my life.
"Because… Because, you were mine."
His sentence was followed by a long silence. A silence that would make the most sane of people, crazy to the bone.
"I am still living in Portland." I whispered and avoided the alien eyes.
"I know. I am glad for that." He stated, again no variety in his tone.
"I… I'll miss the Precinct."
"I understand, you can say your goodbye tomorrow if you want to." He offered.
"I'll mi- I am- I've missed you." There! It was out and immediately after the stupid words had left my mouth I dashed for the office door with my belongings in my hand…
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I slapped the box out of his hands, slammed him against the closed the door and kissed him senselessly.
Oh sweet God, his lips were so delicious! I probed his mouth with my tongue and caught the falling Grimm by his hips.
While our tongues were fiercely battling for dominance, I manoeuvred our bodies to my desk.
"Nick, please don't leave." I pleaded him after I had put him down on the desk.
"I need to clear my mind, Captain. I need to get grip on my life again. Certainly now." He said, a giant blush covering his face.
I listened to his pants and decided that even if he would leave the Precinct, I still could make sure he would never leave Portland: my Protectorate.
"Then please stay in Portland. I can't lose you Nick, not now. Nor ever." I kissed his temple and sucked at his earlobe. It had the Grimm arching his back and moaning aloud.
"Captain! I am seri-!" I cut him off with a harsh kiss that had us both panting for air, when we broke apart.
"Sean, Nicolas, I oblige you to call me Sean!" I stated firmly and pushed him on his back.
"Sean, please, listen… Ahh!" His loud moan could have woken the entire city if we would have been on the streets. That sounded kind of dirty… Sexy dirty…
I palmed the bulge in his trousers more tightly and tipped the Grimm's head back.
"Ahh… Sean! Please list- More!" Nick arched off the desk and spread his legs wide enough for me to get between them.
I lapped at his collarbone and whispered some dirty words in his ear. Nick, by now quivering on the desk, his flesh red with want and shame; tightly shut his eyes.
"Why so red, pretty Grimm?" I asked him and lustfully bit in the area below his ear. I gave him small hickeys everywhere above the collar of his damned t-shirt.
"Because there is this bloody Bastard Prince that is illegally, if you ask me, turning me on." My Grimm said through deep breaths and a series of moans.
"Good. That's exactly what you need to be for me… Hard and ready." The two words were huskily moaned in his ear and I let my hand travel to the fastening of his belt.
"I want you naked, Nicolas." I breathed erotically and played with the leather of his belt.
"Yes, undress me." I ignored the fact that his voice was somewhat commandeering and almost literary tore his denims apart.
The fabric was pulled of his flesh and hung on his shoes. I salivated at the sight in front of me.
A huge, twitching bulge lay behind cotton that was partly stained with the early essence of my Grimm.
I yanked at his shirt impatiently. Nick sat up straight and gave me access to pull off that blasted piece of fabric. I threw it in the corner, but remained staring at the pleasant sight. His blush travelled all the way down and I swallowed a moan away.
"It's a pity that other people will stare at you, when I force you to walk around naked." I whispered and caressed his tremendous body with my fingertips.
"Please Sean, let me uhn dre- aahh!" I didn't even notice that he was honestly trying to formulate a real sentence.
I scraped my nails against his vulnerable sides and made my sweet Grimm arch with need.
"More please, Sean." He whimpered and grabbed my head only to pull me atop of him.
"You beg so prettily. Let's see if I can make you scream as well." I firmly palmed him through his boxers and kept him down.
"Ahh. Se- Seaahhn! Ohw ple-. Yesss. Ahh ngn." I bet that even if he had wanted to, he couldn't stop the moans from slipping out. His whole body had a sheen of sweat on it and was tinted a shy red.
"Cute, now beg me, Nicolas." I ordered him and let my thumb swipe across the covered head of his swollen dick.
"For what?" he asked weakly.
"Beg me to pull your final garment down. Be-." He interrupted me.
"You know I still wear my shoes, socks and technically even my denims?" He said cockily and gave me the famous Nick Burkhardt smile again, after all those weeks. The Nick Burkhardt smile; deathly cute and smothering sexy.
I punished his interruption with a quick squeeze at his hardened length. "You have no shoes and socks, get it?! They don't exist! Those denims are also gone."
"Ahhnnn yes."
"Yes what, sweet little Grimm of mine?"
"Yes, Sir, I mean Your Majesty or Sean or whatever just touch me, please! Use those large hands for something good already! Ohh, I need them on me. I've dreamed so many times about this. About your big, big hands, Captain."
And here I thought I needed to push him to beg me dirtily. Give him exact examples of what to say. Yet, here he lay, covered in sweat and heat. His arousal nearly ripping the fabric apart itself. I put my thumbs on his nipples and massaged them erect. Nicolas was currently humping against my leg and sometimes I felt the wetness seeping through.
"God yes, Captain, make me come Sean."
Nick's p.o.v:
Suddenly I was smashed down on the desk again. Sean stared at me with huge and lustful eyes.
Then my boxers were ripped in two by the talons that I had seen before. I reminded myself to force him to buy me new boxers. Prick.
Sean spread my legs widely and I covered my eyes with my hand. I was beginning to feel a bit shy, all naked and in company of a tall and fully dressed man.
"So much pre come already." He said and licked his lips.
Fingers prodded on the flesh covered in the gluey substance. Every place except the one place, I needed his hand to be.
"If you were still to be my detective I could punish you freely for the mess you've made." Sean licked my lips and bit at the bottom one. After a minute of letting our tongues play, I replied cockily:
"Perhaps that is the reason why I left in the first place."
Sean pinned me down with a grin plastered on his face.
"In that case, prepare yourself Grimm."
I blushed at his words and thought of a different meaning behind them.
"Oh you can do that too, if you want to Nicolas." Sean purred in my ear and teased my hipbone with sly strokes.
I arched again and felt heat pooling in my stomach.
I could already imagine myself fully naked with wet fingers ready to probe myself in one of my most intimate places. All the while staring at my ex-boss, who was jerking himself off…
God yes! That would be the perfect scenario for my next masturbation. Real life actions? No, not yet.
Suddenly, I felt large hands grabbing my legs and lifting them.
"Wait, Sean I don't think I'm ready yet. Not for everything at least." I said and bit my lip. What if Sean didn't understand? More importantly; what if he didn't care?! I locked my legs with fear.
"It's okay nick, I won't force you, ever. I will always take care of my special little Grimm." The way he claimed me with his words. The way he had said my. It all was so sexy, so enticingly good.
"Thanks for understanding." I muttered, trying to subdue the evil moans.
"That's okay, now expose yourself to me, sexy Grimm."
I slowly spread my legs, feeling completely exposed. The intense stare of my ex-boss made me moan with pleasure again.
I couldn't register the speed in which he had me pinned on the desk again and started humping me through his pants. The raw feeling of smooth texture rubbing against my leaking member, brought me closer to the edge than I could have imagined. I didn't even dare to think about the feeling of his hard cock sliding up and down against mine. Freed from his prison and ready to pounce upon me.
"Yes, you feel so good Nick." Sean pushed himself on his hands and kept on trusting.
I peeked between my legs and saw how his pants were now stained by my pre-come. I swallowed deeply. The sight was so erotic. Now that I thought of it; this whole scene was erotic. Me lying naked on the desk with my ex-boss rutting his clothed body on mine… Had I been stranded in some cheap porn movie? I eyed the Captain and decided this was way better than some cheap porn movie. This was real, no dreams, no acting. Pure lust for one other and perhaps even pure love for one other.
"Let me try your essence, Nicolas." Sean said before he wiped away a drop of pre-come from the head of my whimpering length. I arched forward at his touch. My eyes rolled in the back of my head for a few moments and I was again tormented by persistent moans, I couldn't hold.
"You taste exceptionally good, mon petit Grimm." Sean moaned in my ear.
I groaned at the language. Great, with that accent of him, I wouldn't last any second longer. He drove me wild with his voice and now in French it even had sounded better. Richer and sexier. I needed to feel him now!
"Sean, I need to feel you. I have this huge, stupid Grimm craving to see you without those damned clothes!" I shouted, my Grimm side mixing in. I felt that my eye colour was changing again. Pure lust emitted from them and were directed at the man in front of me.
"As you wish, pretty Grimm. Just keep making those delicious sounds." Sean stood up and untied his tie. He dropped it effortlessly on the ground, while staring intently at my quivering form.
"More clothes off." I demanded, my eyes probably now fully Gold.
He popped open one button of his blouse, just to bend down and get rid of his shoes and socks. That's the part where I realised he would be really fully naked. While I was laying somewhat dorky on the desk with my denims hanging awkwardly on my shoes and with my stupid Christmas socks just sticking out. Once Sean would be finished, he would look like a piece of meat out of heaven. Muscles and a godlike tan covering his body flawlessly.
I focussed back on his striptease. Yes, he was a tease at the moment. Not that I cared…much.
The Captain was now popping the last buttons of his blouse open, still staring lustfully at me. Next were his belt and pants. He pulled his belt open in one swift motion that kind of turned me on. I didn't know how he did it, but the way he stripped was just so enticing, so extremely… manly. Could you strip manly? I watched how Sean let his pants drop only to kick them aside and swallowed. Yeah, it was possible.
Two garments left. Two annoying pieces of clothing that I would eagerly rip apart with my Grimm abilities. The point was, that I almost knew for certain that as soon as I would try to get my feet on the ground; I would probably fall over my own trousers. I didn't think that laying with my nose at his feet, ass in the air and bloody Christmas socks dangling from my stupid feet; would make a sexy scene. Okay perhaps the second part was good, but that's it.
"You seem lost in thoughts, Nicolas. Are you okay or should I perhaps stop with the show?" Sean teased me knowingly.
"No, I …erm am completely fine." I stuttered as he touched my bare flesh again.
"Good, then I shall finish."
The Captain then flung his blouse down his arms and later on the floor. His hands travelled slowly and teasingly towards the edge of his boxers. He fingered the cotton a few times, while looking intently at me. I could only stare at the huge bulge in front of me and practically drooled at the sight.
"Just get them off already!" I yelled impatiently. This was so totally not funny. I felt like a small child, who didn't get his ice cream… Oh geez, why did I have to make that comparison?! I felt as if my cheeks would explode from sheer ecstasy. Ice cream. Licking said ice cream. Sounds like blowjob… A new sort of ice cream…for grown-ups.
'Yay, the grown-up ice cream!' My Grimm side thought with a hunger not to be described… My God, I was becoming miserable!
I realised that I must have closed my eyes for a second or so, cause when I opened them there were no garments left that could hide the Captain's body. Without trying to stop myself, I softly moaned to the view: "Ooahh yes."
Sean chuckled and neared me, eyes shining.
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
"Glad that you like the view so much." I said softly laughing at the immensely aroused Grimm. I eyed his weeping member and had the hunger to taste him again or at least hear him make more of those delicious sounds. Perhaps that one day, I could secretly record him, just listen to him later when he wasn't there and I was alone with another problem hiding in my pants…
'Get him already, I am getting more than impatient!' This was my Royal side and it usually never threatened my human nor my Wesen side, but now that its prize lay right before him; he had lost that patience with us.
I immediately decided to take action.
"Show me your lust, dear Nicolas." I passionately commanded him.
The Grimm responded quickly and sat himself straight.
"Ah, yes Sir. I mean Captain or Sean or…" I silenced him with a harsh kiss.
Nick then touched my firm chest with the palms of his hand. The touch was sweet and nothing like the Grimm he was. Yet, it wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, it made me tremble with want for the other. More touches came and they were, too, soft. His gentle exploring hands made me wonder if did it on purpose or because he was, perhaps, too shy to do anything more rash… I couldn't have been more wrong…
"Ahh!" I yelled after that little Grimm minx had flicked my nipple with a hand that was everything but gentle. His rough actions made me howl for more. This was the Grimm on stage again. Yet, when I looked at Nick, there was no sign of the Golden eyes present.
Nick in the meanwhile apologised by tracing his tongue around the nub, before he swallowed it whole. Sucking on it as if he was sucking something else…
I tugged at his hair and pulled him away, exposing his collarbone in the process. I dashed forward and descended upon his bobbing Adam's apple. Nibbling at it and sucking at it until I heard my Grimm beg for something more.
"Please Sean, I am so close… So close ahh." Nick moaned and I saw how more pre-come had dripped out of the now red and almost purple member of my sweet Grimm.
I decided to push at his limits and pushed my leg up against his twitching length, while hotly whispering in his ear: "Such a naughty Grimm, I have here."
"Nghnn… Punish me, Captain." He replied, just as aroused.
"I shall." I said and now let my own length slide up and down against his. Though we both knew, we weren't going to last much longer, I still kept my steady space.
"Ahh, ngnn, yes , more, oh ffu-. God yes, there, ooh please, please, please!" Nick's cries were endless and kept on raising in volume. My Grimm looked utterly delicious the way he was spread out on my desk. I leaned forward and tangled my fingers in his hair.
"You're so sexy like this, Nicolas." I gave multiple kisses in his neck, on his cheeks, lips, entire face…
"You…ahh…too. Sean, please, please make me come." He begged prettily and kissed my jaw.
"Beg me, sweet Grimm."
"I nggnn. I just did." He huffed.
"Beg me better." I smirked at his frown.
"Ass…" he muttered and as punishment I halted my moves.
"Okay, okay! Please, Your Majesty the Bastard Prince of Portland, make me come with your mighty uh your erm mighty dick?"
"Was that a question, Nick? Oh and cut the Bastard already! I am your Prince, your Sire, get it?!" I angrily bit his Adam's Apple.
Furious Golden eyes penetrated mine. "I am no one's object, nobody's slave. Never ever. Not even yours. So get that beautiful lie out of your thick head, Your Majesty." He whispered dangerously low.
…
Nick's p.o.v:
We were fighting again. Okay, not really, but our love making had turned into rough fucking. Or whatever you wanted to call it. The way Sean moved against me was none too gentle. Actually, it was fast and wild. Hungrily sliding up and down my body, desperately trying to get my milk out. Talons had reappeared and clutched my shoulders to keep them still. His teeth had ripped through the tender flesh of my collarbone and I had roared of pleasure.
I, in my turn, had bitten his lips to bleed. Had cut his skin with sharp finger nails and bruised his waist by my legs clamping him down on top of me.
But instead of being hurt and hating the roughness, we both were seeking for more tough actions. Asking the other to do something rash, with the passion of the eyes.
Now, Sean, was moving so fast and harsh that I almost literary fell off the desk. It was a good thing that my legs kept the man close to me or I would indeed have fallen off.
"Let's finish this, Nick. Let's see how good Grimms look when coming." The Captain said huskily in my ear and bit it bluntly afterwards.
"Yes, ahhffu-… let's see how good a Royal can make me come." I challenged him back and bit his chin. Then our tongues ensnared and an even faster space was set.
It only took mere seconds for me to arch my back to the point of breaking, to disconnect our mouths and wail the Captain's name aloud.
"Yes Nicolas!" and Sean followed.
...
"That was good. No let me rephrase that; it was perfect." I said dreamily and fully human again. My Grimm side too far gone in bliss to wake up any time soon.
"You were perfect, Nick." Sean said and romantically kissed my face.
We shared a couple of kisses, before we rose, with great difficulty mind you, and gathered our clothing.
"You need to buy me new boxers." I stated firmly.
"Nick, I'll buy you anything. Only if you promise to never leave my protectorate. For holidays and similarities it's okay, but you cannot move permanently.
"Fine. Then it is okay if I push you to buy me an ice cream as well?"
"Was that meant dirty minded?" Sean said and raised his brow seductively.
"Perhaps? …No, you made me miss my each Wednesday' ice cream."
"I'll get you your ice creams." He said with an extra emphasise on the s.
"Good." I replied cheekily and smoothed out his tie.
I was swept up into another searing kiss.
Thursday morning, 9.47 AM
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I entered the Precinct whistling happy and with a big smile plastered on my face.
"Good morning, Griffin, DeLevine, August, Pierre!" I waved and opened my office door.
I hung up my coat, slightly swinging to the imaginary music.
"Ta ta tadadum. Dadada dooh." With a quite spectacular move, if I may say so myself, I planted myself in my chair and caught my pen after I had thrown it in the air.
"Dutudoo dadada, laatata. Daa daaah." I finished the imaginary song aloud and started on the paperwork in front of me.
Suddenly two short knocks were heard.
"Yes, come in."
"Sir, are you alright?" It was Wu… wait Wu?
"Ah Sergeant, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I sent you on a holiday?"
"Yes, but the rest of the Precinct decided it might be best if I stayed, in case you called in sick due to your own weirdness, …Sir."
I eyed him annoyed, but ignored it.
"Okay, but do get yourself a nice holiday this month. That is, for your information, an order."
"Yes Sir."
"Good, now what is the problem?"
"We finally caught Trisha Fare, the woman from the parking lot murder at the edge of Freshen Pines. She is at Hank's desk. She's kind of scared to tell you the truth, I'm afraid."
"Okay, I'll come over within a few minutes. Get me an interrogation room ready." I ordered firmly, but inwardly I panicked. What if she has seen Nick?
I remembered the murder well. Severed head and a camera broken after it had been shot by an arrow. Crossbow arrow… When we had arrived at the crime scene, I had seen his glowing Golden eyes. Still burning brightly, probably under influence of the energy surge after decapitating the man. The Wesen.
…
Without showing my growing fear of her exposing my special Grimm, I rounded the corner of my office. Yet, when I did, I was met by sight that gave me quite the problem down below…
Nick' p.o.v:
I had come to say my goodbye to my previous colleagues, or at least try to. I was still doubting my resign. Yet, upon arriving, I was met with the face of the woman I had rescued eight days ago.
"He. He was the one. That guy over there." She pointed her puny finger at me and I quickly became angry at the silly Seelengut.
I walked over to Hank's desk and said to the woman: "I think, you're mistaken me for someone else." I said, dangerously low and let my Golden eyes slip out. The effect was immediate.
"Yes, you're… my God yes you're right. I must be… I am confused. It all happened so fast. I'm sorry." She faked, quite good as well.
"There, there, nothing to worry about. Conjuring the wrong images happens in times of stress." I emphasised the words stress with a short, but warning squeeze in her upper arm. No one noticed, cause I had patted it before and after.
"Hey Nick!"
"Burkhardt, joining the team again?"
"Good to see you're back!"
"Welcome back, Sherlock."
That last one was August. Always teasing me on my success as a detective.
"Actually…" For the first time I felt completely out of place there. I didn't know what to say. Not in the least.
"Hank, I need to spe-."
"Burkhardt." A strong, but with a definite underlying tone, male voice said.
"Ah Captain. I need to speak with you, Sir." I said, biting my lip.
"I know. Let's grab a coffee. Mine is empty anyway."
I walked in the direction of the coffee machine…
"No, good coffee."
"Oh sure, where?"
"At the café down the street, if that suits you?"
"Sure."
"Let me grab my coat."
…
Wu's p.o.v:
If I didn't know it any better; he just asked Burkhardt out.
"Did they just?..." Hank asked.
"Yes, the Captain just asked his ex- star detective out on a date…"
"Weird."
I could already hear the church bells ringing…
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
"I should punish that ass of yours." I said after we had gotten in hallway below the Precinct.
"Why, what has it done wrong, oh Captain." Nick teased
"It turned me on."
I slammed the Grimm against wall and snogged the living daylight out of him.
"God, I've missed that sexy mouth of yours, Grimm."
"Same goes for me, Captain Prince."
"Captain Prince, seriously Nick?"
"Oh you always nag that I can't say Bastard Prince, so…"
I briskly turned him around and clamped my teeth down his neck.
"Aahh!" the Grimm yelled, passion could be read from his eyes.
My hands travelled down his backside, before they grabbed his hips and levitated another stupid, annoying shirt.
"Ngnn Sean." Nick moaned after I had pinched his nipples.
"Do you like this, Nick?"
"Yes, Your Highness."
I purred at the reply and gave the shuddering Grimm a hickey in the crook of his neck.
"Hands above your head, Mister Burkhardt." Nick obeyed.
"That's a good Grimm." I said and started to fondle him. The Grimm moaned and arched in my touches.
"Ahh Sean, yes there. Please there." Nick whimpered incoherently.
I let my hands travel to the leather belt and opened it with sly fingers. After unbuttoning the denims and pulling down the zipper, I dipped my hand behind the elastic waistband of his boxers.
"Ahh. Ffuckk. Sean yes, yes ooh." The Grimm started to hump against my hand and I chuckled in his ear.
"Such sweet sounds you make, pretty Grimm. What a beautiful colour that is marking your flesh. So wanting, so sexy." I deliberately lowered my voice. Now I had a deep velvety sound to it and it was more than accepted by my dear Nick, who arched his back and exposed his neck to me at the feeling of the vibrations.
"I am going to make you cry out for me. Beg me for more. Kiss me on the lips to thank me for your pleasure. I am going to make you wild, horny and willing, Nicolas Burkhart. And the best part is that when I am finished with that, you will need to come here every day to beg me yet again for another round of blistering hot sex."
The Grimm whimpered with need. "God yes, please do that to me, Captain."
"Beg me better, Nick. You know what I want to hear, Grimm." I dared him.
Nicolas growled before he briskly asked me: "Please, Your sexy Majesty slash Wesen Prince deluxe, I beg you to make me feel good."
I laughed at his drama, yet sped up the touches anyway. My hand quickly started to jerk him off. Pulling the delicate flesh up and down, making it wetter with every move. I felt my special Grimm trembling under the touch and lifted his chin with my free hand. Gently turning his face towards mine, I kissed him hungrily.
Suddenly, Nick broke apart and gave one hell of an ecstatic moan. My teeth bit down in the soft flesh of his collarbone, but this time higher than the collar of his shirt and thus very much in plain sight. The now red skin was sucked to a hickey by my hungry lips. Finally I had marked my Grimm, for others to see, in the ultimate way. Yes, the sex itself wasn't as important as the hickey I just gave him. At least not yet…
"Come for me, Nicolas Grimm." I whispered against his burning flesh. And he did. Did it with such power, passion and grace that I almost came as well.
…
Nick's p.o.v:
I felt the sticky substance staining another pair of boxers. This morning, I ruined one as well. Jerking of to the new masturbation material from yesterday.
Sean let go of me and said quite serious again: "Now that that's taken care of, let's grab a coffee, shall we?"
"I… ah… I am not sure. Maybe, they'll need you at the Precinct." I answered, still slightly dizzy from the pleasure given.
"I said: shall we?" The Captain smeared his cum covered fingers at my lips and I tasted myself shyly. "Yes Sir." I squeaked.
"Good Grimm." He said teasingly.
I slowly turned around, my denims pooling around my ankles objecting at the movement.
"You don't want people to ogle you, right?" Sean pointed at my state of undress and especially at my still wet length.
"Huh, oh… And what if I want them to?" The reply was cheeky, but I couldn't care. I loved to tease him and in more than one way…
The Bastard Prince took a menacing step forward and pinned me against the wall.
"Then, I'll be forced to punish you once again, for making people stare at you in the way only I can stare at you! Is that what you want, Nicolas?"
"…Ngh." I moaned and blushed.
"Naughty Grimm, here let me help you." He replied huskily.
The Captain tidied me up, making me blush severely at the process.
"Thank you, Sir." I stuttered clumsily and scratched the back of head.
"Come, sweet Grimm." Sean extended his arm, but I refused. Yet, in the end we awkwardly held each other's hands…
Thursday, 13.14 PM
Sean Renard's p.o.v:
I had watched my cute little Grimm go. His delicate ass swinging formidably with each step he took. Not femininely, but manly with a level of sexiness. Perfect in every way, I decided.
I also decided that I needed to give someone a strict warning to do his job better than he was currently doing. And so I dialled the number of Jules Armand…
* Peep peep pe-*
"Yes Your Highness, how may I serve you?"
"Jules, how come that my Grimm has been touched by hands not mine?"….
In the meanwhile… Roseburg Oregon.
Thursday late night, 22.57
Ilena Collingwood's p.o.v:
I jumped out of the way. Barely missing the shot directed at me.
Two minutes ago, the door had burst open and my friend Brandon Duke had arrived with a friend of his. Yet the word friend could now easily be replaced by the word enemy. Hundjager!
Brandon had whispered, almost guiltily: "I am so sorry, I'd never wanted this. I mean you have been so nice, but, sadly, what must be done, must be done." Then Brandon had taken out his gun. And here we were at present time. I had just escaped the bullet and now kicked him in the gut.
"Who has sent you? That bloody, self centred Royal?! He has made a big mistake!" I snarled. I didn't Woge yet. I could take them on without needing to.
"He has found the… Wait, who is that in the painting?" The friend of my previous friend asked.
Brandon now grabbed my arm and pointed his gun at my head.
"Oh that handsome man, you mean?" I said dreamily.
"Yes, why does he has… Golden eyes?" Brandon swallowed midsentence.
"It's a painting of the first Golden Grimms and now you probably wonder another two things. A: Why does he wear a crown and B: How did I get it?"
At the end of the sentence I did Woge and kicked the man off me.
"Fuck, she's strong! … What the hell?!" Brandon's friend yelled at seeing my form.
"Yes I am." I explained and took a large step towards him. They obviously didn't know what was in front of them.
Unfortunately the door was again blasted open and two Mauvais Dentes appeared.
"You are the one with knowledge of the past, right?" One asked carefully, aware of my powers. Yet, not knowing what I was. No one knew these past years.
"Of course I am, what are you an idiot?!" I replied dryly.
The Mauvais Dentes growled, but quickly shut up after I had done the same.
"Our Prince, needs you to send an invitation to this address. The name of the habitant is Nicolas Burkhardt…Grimm."
"The famous Portland Grimm…" I muttered and realised that whatever that arrogant Prince wanted with him, it couldn't be good.
"Yes, he needs someone who could tell him about his origin. It would make him trust our Prince more after he has heard, the Prince had arranged the little meeting." The guy explained.
They handed me the information and disappeared through the door.
Brandon came back, unnoticed by his friends and said: "From what I have heard, he has Golden eyes… Whatever that means… Just be careful; he has already killed five Reapers, two Mauvais Dentes and one Nuckelavee… I am sorry by the way." He muttered and could see the sincerity in his eyes, reflected by the few tears.
The door closed and I practically screamed aloud. So it was true? The year had finally arrived.
The year of the return of the Golden Grimm line! I remembered the poem all too well:
…
While others won't deem it right or fair,
I will yet have a successor always there
To dry the tears, avenge spilled blood.
Death to the sinners, may they rot!
Glowing Gold in fabrics and eyes.
He is the one to amend your lies.
Carried to hilltops, crown on his head.
He will rule, when you are dead!
…
Written by the one and only from the Golden Grimm line: The Grimm King…
TBC…
A/N Nr.8: Promo Chapter 9:
Nick's p.o.v:
I didn't reply to his text messages nor his given flowers or other presents. It sucked, this feeling.
I wanted it him, I wanted to rip his head off. I wanted to get laid by him, I want to kick him in the gut!
I was at a loss and nothing mattered anymore. I was, once again, completely confused of my own life. My fingers wiped away the tears falling. I was not going to cry over some idiotic feeling… Yet when I looked at my reflection, I did.
Golden eyes, the start of all the confusion…
A chair was thrown in the corner, where it broke instantly.
