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Prompt: (does it have to be one of yours or could I give an idea prompt?) Belle and Rumple go to a new years party, they get drunk and Belle gets hit on by Whale, Gold marks his territory well... (storybrooke, of corse)

Okay, slapping a mature rating on this one, lol. It gets a little sexy.

The cane came smashing down on the back of Whale's neck. The man had flirted with his Belle far too many times. Once in Granny's diner, once he even had the audacity to flirt with her in his shop, and once Belle told him he had flirted with her in the library. Tonight had been the last straw, and Rumple felt more confrontational than usual due to the alcohol coursing through his veins.

"Dammit, Gold, what is wrong with you?" Whale cried out as another whack of the cane came down on his shoulder. He didn't put enough force behind the cane to break bones, but there was enough force to make the message clear: stay away from Belle.

"What's wrong with me is that you keep harassing Belle, who, if you haven't noticed is dating me. She's not interested in you, Whale. Stop while you're ahead." He threatened with another wave of his cane. Rumple heard Belle's protests and slowly lowered the cane back to his side.

Whale cursed under his breath and rubbed his neck while he hastily walked away from the couple.

"Rumple, you didn't have to hit him with your cane. A simple 'go away' will do." Belle suggested, and she took his hand.

"That hasn't worked the past few times, Belle." His lips turned up in a mischievous grin as she looked up at him with imploring, azure eyes. "Though, I suppose I need to put a physical reminder on you, so people will know to leave you alone."

He grabbed her hand and led her to one of the guest rooms. He flipped on the light switch and shut the door behind them, locking them in.

Belle raised her eyebrow at him. "Rumple. we are not having sex in David and Mary Margaret's new house."

Rumple chuckled. "Ah, my Belle. Don't fret, we won't be doing that. There are other ways to mark you as mine, but it still requires privacy."

"Oh?"

He didn't answer her, instead he pulled her against him and buried his face in her neck. One arm crushed her to him while his tongue darted out to taste her neck. He felt her jerk and a soft moan escaped her lips.

His teeth grazed her soft flesh before he drew it in between his teeth to suckle it. Belle jerked again and this time she moaned loud enough that the sound carried through the door. Rumple's hand came up and clamped down on her mouth.

"Shhh, love, we don't want them to know what we're doing just yet, do we?"

She shook her head and she bit her lower lip while his mouth continued to lavish her with pleasure. Belle felt a dampness pool between her thighs, and in desperation for some kind of relief she bucked her hips against the growing bulge in his pants.

"Oh, please." Belle panted, grinding her hips once more.

Rumple released her neck, lapping his tongue over the bruised area he had created. As her pleas continued, his fingers wandered under the hem of her skirt. He pushed the thin fabric of her panties aside and was met with her damp curls. He pushed two fingers into her folds, and she cried out as she rubbed against his hand. His thumb worked her clit, rubbing it in small circles, and before long she came undone in his arms.

Once she stopped panting, he got her to stand straight up and put her clothing and hair into some kind of order. Not that it would matter, everyone would see the mark he placed on her neck, knowing who put it there.

"Now, love, let's see how many people notice and get the message that you're mine."