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To say Nick's sleep was troubled would be an understatement. He fell asleep rather quickly initially, however, his dreams were plagued with the fears that Renard spoke of.

He dreamed his friends were dead before they could save them.

He dreamed Portland was in ruins.

He dreamed Renard was killed right in front of him.

Each time he would fall asleep, these dreams would wake him with a start. He was awake right now, falling back asleep to the sound of Renard's steady breathing behind him and the feel of Renard's strong arms pulling him closer. He felt a bit more relaxed when he fell back asleep this time. Finally, he was gifted with dreamless sleep.

The next time Nick woke, it was time to get a car. Or, in Renard's words, "have Nick turn them invisible and steal it."

The two men walked together through the streets of Baden-Baden, anxiety eating at both of them. The air smelled of the normal city pollution, but it was also filled with a sugary scent that could only be attributed to the different eateries around them. Nick, though he didn't say it out loud, he was sure he smelled something like soap, but wasn't sure where it was coming from. As much as they would both like to stop and truly take in the lush scenery of the town, they were on a mission and didn't have time to let their guards down. It had been a long time since they'd both been out of the forest; being in broad daylight where both men could be spotted by the enemy at any time was a little unnerving, to say the least. Nick offered to turn them invisible, but Renard had said not to because they weren't sure how much the illusion magick would drain Nick. Magickal exhaustion would knock him out for a while and they needed Nick to be ready for a fight at all times.

They both tried to take in their surroundings as much as they could. There were hundreds of people walking around at this time of day. Baden-Baden was a tourist town, after all, so they could blend in with the crowd rather easily. That didn't help their anxiety, however, as they (Nick) often found themselves (himself) in bad situations.

As they got closer to the car dealership, Nick could see just what type of car they were "borrowing."

"A Porsche, Sean? Really? I mean, if you want to stand out from the crowd, be my guest, but I'd rather walk to Berlin than paint that expensive target over my head!"

Renard glared at his Mate, even if he did have a point. "This is the only dealership that I remember in this town. It's not like I have the available sources to search for less conspicuous cars."

Nick huffed and after muttering a comment about rich Royals who know nothing of Chevys, kept quiet. He was right; they didn't have the internet at their disposal anymore so they had to make do with what they had.

Just then, Nick had a thought. Oh, no… "Sean?"

"Yes, Nick?"

"Do you think my invisibility ability extends to other people or just me?"

Renard tried to hide the anxiety produced from the sudden realization of his own stupidity, but it was unsuccessful through the Bond. "Well, I hadn't actually thought about that…"

Nick blinked. Renard always thought of everything. This was the first time he'd seen Renard not realize something so crucial (with the exception of his sister being absolutely insane). He should probably feel scared right about now, but his emotions decided that he was warmed by the thought of Renard letting him see a less secure side of himself.

"We could test it out here real quick?"

Renard shook his head. "If it doesn't work, you will have wasted some of your magick and I'm not sure how long this is going to take. We don't have time for experiments."

Nick could see on the older man's expression that he was coming up short with a plan. That was when Nick's brain decided to help. "Sean, I've got an idea."

Renard turned to his Mate. "I'm listening."

Nick explained his plan rather quickly, filling Renard in on what they were going to do. The older man smirked at Nick's ploy. "You are very clever, Nick. You think well on your toes, something I admit I am not as adept at doing. I am happy to know that you will be by my side when we take back our territory."

Nick smiled at the praise. "You got the plan down?"

Renard nodded. "Yes. Let's hurry. I do not wish to be standing out in the open much longer."

"Okay, good. Me either." Suddenly, Nick vanished, but he could still sense Nick was near through the Bond. He walked towards the entrance and waited for Nick's signal to enter.

Nick, meanwhile, was walking into the dealership looking for a manager. As he got closer to the sounds of voices coming from an office in the back, he realized something.

Sean, he said through the Bond. I don't speak German.

Out of all the things Renard could do in a situation like this, laughing was not the one Nick appreciated. Bastard… Nick muttered.

Nick, just speak to him. The chances of him knowing English are pretty good. If he doesn't speak English, I'll tell you what to say.

Couldn't you have just told me that instead of laughing at me?

Nick, focus.

No, Nick said petulantly. I deserve the right to know why you laughed at me.

If he were standing in front of Renard, Nick might have witnessed an actual eye roll from the prince. It was just very… American of you to not know that most countries around the world teach English as a second language.

Oh, so because I'm American that makes me stupid? Okay, Mr. Worldly Prince. I bow to your superiority.

Nick, please. You're being ridiculous. Go hold the manager hostage like we planned. You can yell at me after we get the car, okay?

Promise?

Yes, I promise. Go get the damn car.

Okay, okay. Fine. Jesus…

Nick walked into the manager's office and waited for the other people to leave his office. He quickly stepped to the side when the employees left the office, careful not to let any of them touch him.

The manager was a larger man. He was taller than Nick, bald, and had a bit of a gut. His attire reminded him of Monroe. It made him momentarily sad, but also reminded him of why he was here. As the manager stood, Nick ran behind his desk and grabbed him, holding his hand over his mouth so the manager would not scream. "Do you understand English?" Nick asked. "Nod if you do."

The man nodded his head, fear clearly evident on his features. "Okay, listen carefully to me. A man is going to walk through that door. He is going to ask to buy one of your cars and you are going to give it to him. If you try to run, scream, or notify anyone that this is happening, I will kill you. Do you understand? Nod if you understand."

The man nodded. "I do not know what tricks you are using, but I will not stand for this. I will report you to the authorities."

"Good luck explaining to the authorities that an invisible man held you hostage and made you give a car away for free." Nick challenged. "Are you going to cooperate or do I need to put a knife in your arm and call it a day?"

The man shook his head. "N-no need for that."

"Good. Now, go out there and pretend like your life isn't in danger."

For a moment, Nick felt bad for threatening this man who had nothing to do with everything that was going on. However, he knew that if he wanted to save his friends, he would have to make some tough decisions. Besides, he wouldn't actually kill this man. Shaking his head of those thoughts, he returned to his mission.

Sean, walk in. Nick said through the Bond.

Right on cue, Renard walked in. Nick wasn't sure how he did it – they'd been living in the forest for months and showers were hard to come by – but Renard looked as immaculate as the day he first met him. Somehow Renard could make a pair of dirty jeans; a muddy, old t-shirt; and five o'clock shadow look like professional attire.

"Hello, sir," Renard said politely. "I'm looking to buy a car. I can pay cash."

Nick kicked his hostage lightly in the back of his leg. He whispered in his ear, "That's him. Give him whatever he wants."

The manager walked with Renard through the lot and, when Renard picked a car, the man went to the back and handed him the keys. "You're… giving me the car?" Renard asked.

Good play, Sean. Make him think you have no idea what's going on. He said. And here you say you're no good at thinking on your toes.

Though Renard's expression showed nothing, Nick knew that Renard was elated by his Mate's praise.

"I insist, sir. You seem like a good man."

Nick held in a snort. Lying through his teeth.

I have to admit that he is a good salesman. Renard said. He is being polite even when being held hostage. When we get Portland back, he will receive something for his troubles.

Nick's heart swelled. Awe, that's so sweet.

I can feel your sappiness, you know.

I know. He laughed. I also know my sappiness repulses you.

Nothing about you repulses me, Nick.

Before Nick could reply with another sappy comment, Renard began to speak to the salesman. "Thank you for your generosity, sir. I will be sure to repay you for this when I return home."

"It is of no trouble."

In minutes, the title was signed over to Renard under a fake name. Renard was driving off the lot and down the road where he got out of the car and waited for Nick to catch up and make himself visible to his Mate.

Nick appeared in front of Renard looking out of breath. "Did you have to drive this far down?" Nick said with a huff of breath from running to catch up.

"It was merely a precaution," he said.

"I think you're just mad at me," Nick started. "I've been a bit… temperamental lately and for that I'm sorry. I don't know what's gotten into me lately."

Renard nodded, pulling his Mate close and kissing his forehead softly. "I think you're just tired. We both are. I know this is rough, but I will make this better."

"We will, Sean. Not just you."

"I know," he said. "I love you."

"I love you, too, Sean," he returned. "Now, let's go save Monroe and Rosalie."

"They might not even be there," Sean said as he climbed back into the driver's side and Nick climbed in the passenger seat.

"I know," Nick said exasperatedly as he shut the car door. "But this is the only lead we have and I'm tired of staying in hiding, not knowing what our next move will be. I have to do something, Sean. I can't stay in hiding anymore."

Renard started the car and began to drive down the road. "Neither can I. It's time we come out of the forest, Nick. We need to plan our attacks. We've mourned our losses. Now it's time to win our rightful place back and we start with rescuing Monroe and Rosalie."

Nick smiled. "I love it when you give your little speeches," he said. "It's hot when you get all motivated and dominant."

Renard smirked but didn't say anything else as he shifted gears, teeth bared like they did when his Mate complimented his wesen side. For the next seven hours, he and Nick sat in comfortable silence, only talking unless strictly necessary and only stopping to get gas. They needed to get their thoughts together before the big reveal. There was no way they were going to go into this fortress and have no one see them. Soon, Natalia would know they were alive and she would do everything in her power to find them and kill them. Right now, she had a lot of power.

But they wouldn't let her win. They would do this. They would win. They will win for their people if nothing else.

They made it to Berlin right on time. Renard knew of the general vicinity of the place the Mauvais Dentes in the forest were speaking of, but he wasn't certain as to where the fortress' exact location was.

After having pulled over and walking for a while in the dark, Nick was getting frustrated. "Where the hell is this place? How can we miss a giant castle?"

Renard paused for a moment. Nick wasn't sure what he was doing, but he looked like he had heard something. "Maybe we're not looking for a castle. They just said that they were being held in Berlin," he explained. "Do you hear that?"

Nick, using his Grimm senses, listened for any soft noise that Renard was hearing. When he did hear it, his eyes widened. It sounded like a wolf's sad howl. "The wesen in the forest did say that the Blutbad was howling endlessly," he said. "But it's coming from underground."

Renard's face lit up in realization of something. "So that's what Viktor meant…"

"What?" Nick said, confused.

"Viktor used to joke that he would bury his enemies alive. I guess this is what he meant."

"This is his place?" Nick asked. When Renard nodded, Nick muttered, "How morbid."

"Come on. We're close. We just need to find the entrance."

Eventually they did find the entrance. It was well hidden behind some trees and a bush. It was strange how it wasn't guarded, but they both figured that since their leader thought her opposition was either dead or captured, she was slacking on her duties to keep prisoners guarded. Plus, from that howl, Nick could tell that any other opposition felt defeated by the deaths of their kings.

Quietly, Nick and Renard made their way into the underground fortress, following the sad howl. It was dark, but it didn't matter. Nick was fully Grimmed, eyes a deep silver, and Renard's were glowing the green of the royal within. They were using only their instincts to find their way, but they had damn good instincts to guide them.

It was a long staircase that, if he weren't on high alert, Nick would think was rather stereotypical for a bunch of Royals with castles and fortresses.

Once they reached the bottom they hid in the shadows looking for any form of movement as they followed the sounds of the howl which had only gotten louder as they made their way down the stairs and through the fortress. It was in the room next to the staircase room that Renard and Nick found all the security. Before they entered the room, they hid behind the archway so they could get a good view of the room and the people inside.

It must've been mealtime because there were eight guards all sitting around a large table eating something that looked hardly edible. Nick heard them say something in German – probably complaining about the food. Nick turned to look up at Renard, asking without saying, "Fight or flight?"

Renard looked back for a moment. He checked the room for any other way around the kitchen area. He thought it was a bit strange even for a fortress to have a kitchen built right at the entrance, which meant there had to be another way around. It took a moment for his eyes to focus before he noticed a well-blended in door on the wall to their right. Renard started walking towards it, Nick hot on his heels. They continued their way through the corridors until they came to a locked door. The howl was practically deafening at this point. The Royal took a moment to sniff the air. If he was going to break down a door and attract all the guards, he might as well make sure this was worth it. His sense of smell wasn't as good as a Blutbad's, but he could recognize a familiar scent.

As soon as he caught the scent, he broke down the door. Later, Nick would probably joke, saying he completely destroyed the door in his haste, but Renard wasn't thinking about that. As soon as the door opened, they ran in, Renard going right while Nick went left. The two men heard the faint sounds of their names being said with shock, but they couldn't focus on that right now. They searched for any guards in the room, which there were none. Must be getting lazy after all this time and no enemies.

Once the room was cleared, Nick ran to the cell door. It looked exactly like a prison cell with metal bars and a simple door to put the key in. That's when it hit Nick.

He didn't have a key.

Footsteps could be heard behind them. The guards were coming because they heard the door break. Nick was pissed. He'd been in the woods for three months and had finally found Monroe and Rosalie. He would not lose this hope because he forgot to find the damn key. "Stand back," he managed to say before he completely blew the cell door off its hinges with his magick.

The Blutbad and the Fuchsbau ran out looking a bit rough around the edges, and that was putting it nicely. Monroe needed a good shave and they both needed a long shower, new clothes, and a good night's sleep, but that would come later. For now, they just had to get out of here alive.

The guards were close. Renard, Monroe, and Rosalie looked ready to fight to the death, but Nick just looked murderous. These people fought for the woman who took everything from him, from all of them. Now that he had part of his family back, he would do everything in his power to protect them.

As the need to protect grew stronger he called as much magick as he dared from his core and waited until the sounds were as close as possible before he sent a stream of blue fire down the stairs. They would be completely incinerated in moments. Once the screaming tapered off, Nick made his way down the hall, the others following slowly behind him.

As they walked through, Monroe and Rosalie almost gagged at the smell and sight of burning flesh, but Nick and Renard didn't even flinch. They expected this from Renard, but not Nick. From the moment Nick walked in they could tell something was off about the Grimm but they weren't exactly sure what it was. They didn't think it was a bad thing; their instincts would be screaming at them to run if it was. This was the exact opposite of that. They felt safer with Nick right now than they would anywhere else. Normally, there was a certain level of safety that they felt around the Grimm. Right now they could sense that Nick was in some kind of protective mode. It was similar to a Blutbad protecting its pack, but it was more severe than that. Monroe couldn't quite put his finger on it until he got a strong smell full of Nick's scent.

He was acting like a mother protecting her children.

Monroe turned to Rosalie, wondering if the Fuchsbau smelled it too. Judging by her expression, she had.

Nick could hear something coming from the kitchen. He walked over to the large room, expecting someone to come out, but all he saw was a man cowering in fear once he saw the Grimm. "Please, don't hurt me! I'm begging you!" He screamed in a thick, German accent.

Nick considered the man's words carefully. "You know, at one point in my life, I might have felt sorry for you. Now? Now I really couldn't care less about your pleas. The only reason I'm letting you live is because you're going to deliver a message for me."

Nick thought about giving a long speech to give to Natalia. He thought about saying, 'You're going to go to Portland and you're going to tell that bitch you call Queen that her days are numbered, that I will be the one to run her through.'

Instead he only said, "'We're coming,'" Nick said. "I want you tell your Queen that we're coming."

Then, with all of his witnesses, Nick proceeded to burn his handprint into the flesh of the man's neck. The man screamed in agony. Right as he looked ready to pass out, Nick threw him almost across the room. The pained man scrambled to his feet and ran up the stairs as fast as he could to get away from the Grimm of his nightmares.

For a brief moment, Monroe, Rosalie, and even Renard saw in Nick the Grimm they had all been raised to fear. However, they were not afraid. They knew without a shadow of a doubt that Nick would not hurt them. As a Grimm, Nick was following his heritage. The original Grimms were arbitrators. This was Nick's way of passing his judgment to the Queen.

Once outside, Monroe and Rosalie looked as if they might cry. They hadn't seen the outside for a long time. Taking a moment to breathe in the air, the two wesen closed their eyes, letting the chill of the night wash over them before turning to their rescuers. Monroe was about to hug Nick, but before he did, he turned to Renard. If Nick's scent was anything to go by, Renard would be in a state of overprotectiveness of his Mate. If Monroe, another naturally dominant wesen, went near Nick without his permission, Renard might strike. When the Royal nodded his consent, the Blutbad pulled the Grimm in for a long hug. The two didn't care about the rancid smell, the way their clothes stuck to their skin, or the dirt caked on their flesh. This was two best friends finding each other after months of thinking the other was dead.

"I thought you were dead," Monroe said. Nick, to Monroe's benefit, didn't acknowledge the quiver in his voice.

"For a while there, I thought I was dead, too." Nick returned, trying to lighten the mood for his friend.

They pulled away, Monroe patting Nick on the shoulder before Nick wrapped Rosalie in a warm hug. "I missed you. When we picked up your trail, we made a beeline for this place."

"How did you find us?" Rosalie asked. "We thought you guys were both dead and your bodies burned in the fire?"

"I promise I'll explain later, but we can't stay here," Nick said. "Eventually Natalia is going to want an update on her prisoners and when she doesn't get a response, she's going to know they escaped. Plus, we don't know how quickly that messenger will get there," he explained. "We have to go somewhere."

"Where, Nick?" Renard asked. "We can't go to any of my safe houses. Natalia will surely find us there."

"Olaf," Monroe said.

"What?" Nick asked, confused.

"My great-uncle Olaf was a newsreel cameraman in the twenties. Most of his work was done here in Berlin so he bought a small house here. He's my great-uncle on my father's side, so you can imagine how angry he'd be if he knew that I'm bringing a Grimm to his house. My father's side of the family isn't as level-headed as the Blutbadden on my mother's side. You remember me telling you about my uncle Felix-"

"Monroe!" Nick interrupted. "We don't have time. Why does this matter?"

"Right, sorry," Monroe mumbled. "My family still owns the house. It's on the northern edge of the Berlin city limits. I know how to get there."

"Lead the way, Monroe," Nick said. "We need to get out of here."

They grabbed the Porsche and made their way to Monroe's great-uncle's house. In the backseat, Monroe and Rosalie were discussing something. Deciding that it wasn't their place, Nick and Renard didn't listen in on the conversation with their heightened hearing.

"Do you think Nick or Renard knows?" Rosalie asked.

"I know Renard doesn't know. If he did, Nick wouldn't be allowed to go anywhere, let alone into a dangerous fortress with a lot of enemies waiting to kill him."

"You're right. I don't think Nick knows either." Rosalie said.

"I don't know about that," Monroe began. "Nick seems like he knows something is up, but doesn't know exactly what it is yet."

"Should we tell them?"

"No," Monroe said rather quickly. "I hate to say this because I'm going to sound like a huge asshole, but we can't have Nick out of commission for nine months. I know Renard means well and has every right to protect his Mate, but we're at war. If the enemy finds out that Renard is trying to protect Nick, she'll do everything in her power to get to him. It would honestly be safer for Nick to hide him in plain sight and protect him when necessary."

Rosalie nodded. "That makes sense, but he can't stay out in the open forever. If we can smell his scent change, it's only a matter of time before the others will be able to as well."

Monroe sighed. With a determined, protective countenance, he said with sincerity, "We'll protect him."

Monroe ended the conversation with his wife by giving some directions to Renard on how to get to the house. After a few wrong turns, they made it to the quaint house (nobody blamed Monroe because, for one, he hadn't been to Germany in a long time and two, he wasn't exactly sure where they were, as he had been blindfolded when he was taken to the underground fortress over three months ago).

It was a simple home inside and out. It was surrounded by trees for miles, which made sense since the current owners were Blutbadden. On the outside, it was painted blue with white trim, windows on either side of the front door and every side of the house. Once you walked in, you came to a small living room. In the living room to the right, there was a TV against the wall. On the opposite side there was a couch with end tables on either side of it. Two older-looking lamps were sitting on the edges of the end tables. A coffee table was sitting about two feet in front of the couch.

Across from them was a hallway that led to two bedrooms on the left side and a single bathroom on the right side. The first bedroom had a desk against the far wall with a two-person bed on the other side. The closet was on the opposite side of the bed. In the other bedroom there was a large, king-sized mattress lying on the floor, but that was it. They looked in the closet and found sheets, blankets, and pillows that fit the two mattresses in the house.

At the end of the hall to the right was a laundry room that might fit one person inside. If you walked left, you'd enter a sizeable kitchen with what looked like an old kitchen table made of oak. There was a backdoor leading to a small patio outside.

"This is a nice place Monroe," Rosalie said. "It's cute."

Monroe scoffed. "Cute? Olaf is rolling in his grave! It's functional, Rosalie. Functional."

She smiled. "Of course, honey."

Though Nick protested, Monroe and Rosalie took the smaller bed. Nick tried to offer the larger bed to the married wesen, but they insisted. "You both have been sleeping on the cold, forest ground for three months. We at least got a warmer cell with cots." Monroe conveniently left out that, in the Grimm's current condition, he should be sleeping on the more comfortable mattress.

When Rosalie and Monroe went to town for food, Nick and Renard finally had some time alone. They were alone in the forest, but there really wasn't much time for them to be alone together in peace. As soon as the Fuchsbau and the Blutbad left, Renard pulled Nick close, capturing his lips in a knee-weakening kiss. The Grimm groaned; besides for one quick go in the forest, they hadn't had sex in at least a month so the slightest touch from his Mate had him quickly hardening in his jeans.

"Sean," he groaned, trying to get his dominant's attention. "Sean," he gasped.

Renard misunderstood and moved to his neck, dragging his teeth across the vein. "Sean, we can't do this right now," Nick managed, though he didn't sound convinced even to himself.

"Why not?" Renard said, smirking against the smaller man's throat before adding pressure to his next press of teeth.

Nick cried out, instinctually pulling Sean closer, silently begging him to keep doing that before he forced his head to clear up as much as it could.

"S-Sean, Monroe and Rosalie…"

"What about them?" Renard asked in a level voice that would have pissed Nick off if he wasn't so flustered.

"They will come back and kn-know what we were doing. Th-they can smell it."

Renard chuckled, his soft laughter sounding deep. "You don't need a wesen sense of smell to know that, Nick. That's why they said they'd be back in a couple hours. They're giving us space."

The Royal returned to his quest of marking every inch of the column of Nick's neck, feeling the heat of the Grimm's embarrassment as well as the heat of need radiating from him. "We really shouldn't…"

"I don't think you believe that any more than I do."

There was a long pause before Nick finally caved. "When they get back, we're returning the favor," Nick said.

"Agreed," Renard obliged.

Then the protests were over as Nick pulled Renard in as the taller one pushed the younger man against the nearest empty wall. They stumbled towards the back bedroom, Renard shutting the door behind him before practically tackling Nick onto the mattress. It only took moments for Renard to pull Nick's shirt off then proceed to pull his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion, leaving the Grimm fully bare before him. Silver had bled into his eyes. In the moonlight shining through the window, it gave the Grimm an almost ethereal glow. "Beautiful," the Royal practically sang. Nick answered by pulling at Renard's shirt, trying to make the Royal catch the hint.

As much as the Royal wanted to take this slow, as much as he wanted to drag this out and practically torture Nick until he was begging incoherently, they just didn't have the time. Plus, judging by the recent dry spell they'd gone through and the way his dick was currently pressing painfully against the front of his jeans, he wouldn't last long enough for that. This was going to be quick. If they had time for another round, he might drag that one out a bit more, but right now he definitely wouldn't make it.

Renard stood up long enough to take off his jeans and boxers as well before climbing over Nick. He kissed him hard before pressing his fingers against Nick's lips, the Grimm already taking them into his mouth before the Royal had even uttered the command, "Suck."

He watched, mesmerized, as the man beneath him sucked his fingers until they were dripping with his saliva when he pulled them passed his lips. He moved his hands between Nick's cheeks, pressing one finger against his hole before breaching it into that tight heat. Nick gasped as Renard's finger expertly explored his insides before another was added, and another. Having done this many times before, Renard easily found that bundle of nerves that would make Nick cry out.

"Sean!" Nick screamed, arching his back, pushing Renard's fingers deeper. In retrospect, Renard probably could've prepared him better, but between Nick's never-ending please for him to hurry up and his aching cock, they couldn't wait any longer. The Royal spit into his hand, stroking himself for a moment, then guided himself to Nick's entrance. He pressed in, trying to go slow, but Nick wasn't going to have any of that. Though they both know it hurt, Nick wrapped his legs around Renard's hips and pulled him close, forcibly burying Renard to the base. Renard growled, pleasure overriding his senses as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming back into Nick, the younger man crying out in what Renard definitely recognized as pain. He stopped his movements and looked down, worried that he had seriously hurt his Mate, but the Grimm was only glaring heavily at him. "Don't you dare fucking stop, Sean!" He said through gritted teeth.

Renard was about to ask if Nick was okay when he smelled the intense arousal coming from his Mate through the scent of pain. Renard leaned close to Nick's ear and, with a deep command, he said, "We're discussing this later, Nick, understood?"

Nick had just enough time to nod before Renard pulled back out and crashed back into him, setting a quick pace that had Nick screaming the Royal's name until his throat was raw. Renard never considered himself to be a sadist, but Nick seemed to drag desires out of him that he didn't even know he had. The Royal within enjoyed this almost too much. The feelings they both felt about this infliction and receipt of pain was confusing, but the Bond seemed to translate it for them.

Renard needed this. He needed complete control and, right now, he had complete control over Nick. He controlled how much pain he felt, how much pleasure. With a simple press of his hands combined with his wesen strength, he could break Nick.

Nick needed this, too. He needed to reassure himself of the strength of their Bond. He needed to know that if he ever fell, Renard would be there to not only to protect him, but to bring him back to his feet. He needed his Mate to push him to his limits so he could learn to go farther.

Most of all, they both needed this for trust. In this war, they needed to trust each other wholeheartedly. To others, their act of showing complete trust would be seen as unusual and even cruel, but to them it was the only way they knew they could emphasize the need for trust in a way that words would never do justice.

Renard thrust impossibly harder into Nick, taking his wrists into one hand, effectively pinning them above his head in a bruising grip. Tears were pooling at the corners of Nick's pupil-blown eyes. In a gesture contrary to the painful inflictions Renard was giving him, the Royal softly kissed the tears away from his eyes, which was what pushed Nick over the edge with a strangled cry of the older man's name. Nick came heavily, his walls pulsing around the Royal's cock. He thrust in a few more times before sinking his teeth into Nick's neck, his mouth filling with Nick's delicious blood as he filled Nick with one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever experienced.

Nick's breath hitched when he pulled out. He gently grabbed Nick's wrists, placing gentle kisses against the already dark, hand-shaped bruises against the skin. Nick watched with sleepy eyes as Renard kissed away any lingering pain he felt. By the time Renard got up and returned with a blanket from the closet, Nick was already well on his way to sleep. He covered his Mate before grabbing his and Nick's clothes along with some extra blankets for Monroe and Rosalie and stepping quietly out of the room. There was a washer and dryer in the back. Hopefully the utilities were in working condition here so he could wash these clothes he knew hadn't been washed in at least two weeks. He was buttoning his now clean jeans when he heard the front door open. Out if instinct he crouched low, hiding and scenting the air for potential intruders. He only sensed Monroe and Rosalie, so he walked out into the living room to greet them and help carry in the food they had brought. He noticed their slightly more disheveled appearance and distinct, post-coital scent, but said nothing of it.

They put everything away and sat at the table, Renard having one question before he retired to bed with his Mate. "While you were in the underground fortress, did either of you hear anything about the others?"

Rosalie nodded. "We were all taken at once so at one point all of us were in the same cell. They started taking us to different locations after a few weeks of our escape attempts. I'm not sure about Wu, Adalind, or Meisner, but Juliette and Hank's handlers both spoke traditional Spanish and I recognized their accents through some of our clients at the spice shop. Juliette and Hank were definitely taken to Spain."

"Handlers?"
"That's what they called our specific guards. Each of us has a specific handler. Their job is to learn everything about us so they can use that knowledge to psychologically keep us captive, to break us, more or less," Monroe explained. He looked away as he said, "They are very good at their jobs, admittedly. I was more than happy to see Nick had charred them into something unrecognizable."

Renard's mind briefly flashed to the memory of Monroe's broken howls. He wondered whether it was because of his handler, though he didn't dare ask. "We will discuss plans for Spain tomorrow. I want Nick to be awake for this conversation."

The two other wesen nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Goodnight, you two," he said politely before standing up, taking Nick's clothes, and heading back to his Mate. Inside the room, he placed Nick's clean clothes on the floor at the edge of the bed before crawling into bed with his Mate. Nick didn't even flinch as Renard dragged his sleeping body close, the Royal wrapping his entire body protectively around him. He buried his nose into Nick's hair and deeply breathed in his scent. He fell asleep surrounded by the smell of Nick's pure, intoxicating scent and the sound of his slow, even breathing.

Okay, what'd you think? Tell me if you want to. Also, Fanfiction ideas. I'm split between two ideas right now. I will eventually write both, but I'm not sure what I want to focus on more.

Idea #1: Good Mythical Morning, Rhett/Link

So, the story with this one is I've gotten into GMM recently. Now, normally I hate the idea of writing about real people but these two are freakin' adorable and I can't help it. This is the one exception I will make (except maybe, MAYBE Markiplier/Jacksepticeye).

I have an idea to go along with this, but it all stemmed from one single idea. It would be an MPreg story. I don't want to give too much away, but the idea I have is very cute, very funny, with a lot of seriousness all thrown into one.

Basically, they've been together either since the summer between their Freshman and Sophomore years of high school or the Summer after they graduated from high school (I'm leaning towards the summer after high school graduation as I write this). I've got some other ideas but I don't want to say too much without giving all my ideas away and then you all knowing what I'm gonna write. Cause that's no fun!

Idea #2: Psych, Lassiter/Shawn

Yeah, Psych fans. I still think about it. I miss writing Shassie and I just got Netflix so I've been binging it. I've watched two and a half seasons in like two days. My idea for this one is that, instead of it being Shawn and Gus growing up together, I want to add Lassiter and make them kind of like the three musketeers or something like that.

I was kind of humoring the idea that Lassiter and Shawn were considered the badasses of the school and Juliet doesn't believe it when people from their high school say Lassie - the 'by the book' detective - was once a problem child. Then this whole slew (is this even a word?) of ideas came to me and that's how I have this idea.

Idea #3: Supernatural(?), Dean/Castiel

I told myself that there are some fandoms that I just don't want to write in because I feel I won't do the series justice. So far, the fandoms I don't really write for are Supernatural and Full Metal Alchemist. I really have no ideas for this one specifically, but if you all would like a Supernatural fic, I might just start thinking about some.

Idea #4: Good Mythical Morning OR Psych AND Supernatural Crossover, Rhett/Link, Lassiter/Shawn, Dean/Castiel, Sam/I Don't Know

If this is confusing, it's just a Supernatural Crossover with either GMM or Psych. I have an idea that the Darkness has a kid. That's literally all there is in this story. I think it would be an interesting idea to expand on.

Also, I'm not opposed to ideas! Throw some at me! Any stories you think I might like to read/write/help with? Shout 'em out!