I am the Bad Wolf

Grimm fic
Nick/Monroe
Rated M for language
I don't own Grimm.

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                There was heavy knocking on Monroe’s door. He grumbled all the way down the stairs – it was too damn early for this.

                “Good lord, Monroe, open the damn door!”

                He yanked open the door and growled at the man standing on his porch. Nick pushed his way in as usual, except this time he practically shoved Monroe out of the way. With glowing red eyes, Monroe grabbed his friend by the arm and slammed him against the wall, snarling mere inches from his face.

                “What the hell is your problem?”

                “I don’t fucking know!” Nick yelled at him. “One minute I’m chasing this witch down an alley, the next I’m just so fucking angry!” He jerked out of the other man’s grip and stomped into the living room. “I came here because I figured you could help.” He was still yelling.

                “Can you just bring the tone down a little?” With a shake of the head, Monroe retracted back to his human façade. He plopped down on the sofa next to Nick. “Did you drink or eat anything you shouldn’t have? Did she throw something at you? Anything out of the ordinary?”

                “No.”

                “Are you sure?”

                “Don’t you think I would know? Jesus! I need help! Fucking help me, Monroe!”

                Nick was so angry and worked-up he was practically panting. His hands were balled into fists and if he clenched his jaw any harder his teeth would shatter. He started pacing the room and Monroe just sat there watching. Every so often, Nick shot an angry look towards the sofa. His nerves were about to explode; his body shook. Monroe left the room to grab a few beers and handed one to Nick when he returned.

                “Why do you buy this fucking microbrew? It’s great and all, but it’s so expensive. Clocks can’t rake in that much dough.”

                Monroe sighed. Patience, he thought, Nick isn’t himself. “You just said yourself that it’s great.”

                “How fucking long am I gonna be like this man? I can’t go back to work like this! You need to do something!”

                “You can’t go home like that either.” Monroe sighed. He doubted anything would be in Nick’s grimm books. He thought about who he could ask, but he couldn’t come up with a name.

                “She’s gone, Monroe! It doesn’t matter what I go home like – there’s no one there to see me!”

                Monroe sat there in shock, he hadn’t known.

                “Yeah, she’s gone.” There was more disgust than anger in his voice. “She just packed her shit and left. She left me. Do you know what that feels like? I feel like shit! I chased away the only women that I ever…that’s ever loved me!” Nick hurled the bottle to the floor, shards of glass hit his legs. “You know what – good for her! She deserves better than me!”

                Monroe furrowed his brow; he watched the angry tears flow down his friend’s cheeks. “I-I know what’s wrong with you.”

                Nick turned his head so fast he practically gave himself whiplash. “What? You know? Tell me!”

                “She – the witch – put a truth spell on you. Except…instead of just making you truthful, she made you mean. Which is weird…I don’t know why she would do it.”

                “Does it fucking matter why? How do we fix it?”

                “You have to let it run its course. Could be a day, could be a week.”

                “Jesus Christ, Monroe! I can’t live like this! Going around yelling at people what I really think!”

                Monroe walked out of the room without saying anything. He returned holding a broom and dustpan. He went to sweep up the shattered bottle, but Nick smacked the broom from his hand.

                “Dude, come on.”

                “No! You’re gonna stand there and listen to me! You keep saying how we’re not really friends, that we don’t know anything about each other. Well, shut up and listen! I was born in Rhineneck, New York. My parents died in a car accident when I was twelve, which I just learned totally wasn’t an accident. My mother was a grimm and apparently had the coins of Zakynthos in her possession. Marie came and took care of me until I was 18. She pretty much disappeared after that. I was a criminal justice major. After graduating from the academy, I moved to Portland. I’ve been here since, obviously working as a cop. And to be fucking honest I’m not sure I like being a grimm!”

                “You have to get something out of it.”

                “Yeah, I got you.”

                Monroe frowned at him, not entirely sure if that was a compliment or not.

                “That was a fucking compliment man! Am I just that much of an asshole? You can’t even tell when I’m trying to be nice?”

                “It’s kind of hard when you’re yelling at me!” His voice rose with the last three words.

                Nick was holding his second beer, but not for long – he threw it down on the floor with his last bottle.

                “Knock it the fuck off, Nick! I get it, you’re under some angry truth spell, but you don’t have to come over here and wreck my shit!”

                “There we go! The big bad wolf has come out to play! Mr. Control has left the building.”

                Monroe snarled at him, eyes glowing red, nails sharpened to claws. He knew this wasn’t Nick, but damn it, it was infuriating! He turned his head; right now he couldn’t bear to look at his friend. He really was starting to lose his cool – he just had the rug steam cleaned.

                “What’s wrong, Monroe? You finally gonna freak out, do exactly to me what you’ve been waiting for. What a normal blutbad would do? Do it! Put me out of my fucking misery.” Nick was yelling at the top of his lungs – it was a wonder none of the neighbors had called the cops. “Please, Monroe.” He grabbed the blutbad’s hand and put it to his throat. “Do it.” His voice was low and harsh, with a hint of desperation. “Because I have nothing. My girlfriend left me. I’m in love with someone I can’t have. Not to mention, those reapers are never going to stop coming for me!” Nicks fingers were wrapped tightly around Monroe’s wrist.

                Monroe looks into his friend’s eyes. He had no idea what Nick had been going through. He felt bad, really bad. “Do you want to talk about it?” He spoke softly, reclaiming his hand, human features coming back.

                “I am talking – well, yelling – about it.” He leaned forward, covering his face with his hands. He stood back up, slamming his fists to the wall. “Why do you help me, man? I’m a total dick! I’m always dragging you into dangerous situations. Shit, man! You’ve almost died because of me. How can you even stand to be in the same room with me?”

                “Believe it or not…” His voice was oddly calm. “…you’re my friend. That was my own dumbass fault for going out there alone. You told me not to, but I didn’t listen. Besides, I like helping – gives me something to do. If it weren’t for you, I’d be sitting in here, all alone, working the clocks. Somehow you’ve managed to become kind of an integral part of my life.”

                “You know what, Monroe? Fuck you! You walk around her wearing those stupid sweaters – that actually look really good on you – and giving me advice. You’re always there for help when I need you. And here you are now, still being nice to me when I’m yelling at you, cussing like a fucking sailor!” Nick was starting to feel panicky. “What’s wrong with you? What’s wrong with me? Why don’t you love me back?” His voice cracked.

                Nick fell to the floor, tears pouring from his eyes. His breathing was heavy from being so worked-up and yelling everything. He was exhausted. Just like that, the spell wore off. Unfortunately, that was the only thing that was gone. The tears, the feelings, the broken glass – it all still remained. He held his head in his hands and just sobbed. He rocked back and forth, shaking. Monroe sat down on the floor next to him, wrapping his arms around his slender frame and pulling him close. For a second he tried to fight it, tried to push him away, but he gave in. Nick sobbed into Monroe’s sweater, fisted his hands in it. Seeing his best friend come undone like that made Monroe lose it – tears rolled down his cheeks.

                “There’s nothing wrong with you.” He spoke softly, barely audible over Nick’s sobbing. “And I do love you.”

                Monroe had figured it out. Nick had run into a kupplerin – a matchmaker of sorts. They were notorious for hitting people with love spells and truth spells and making it all kinds of terrible. Case in point: yelling, swearing, crazy-man Nick Burkhardt.

                Monroe just held onto Nick as tightly as he could. They sat on the floor until Nick calmed down a little. He wasn’t sobbing as much, just softly crying. Monroe stood and pulled Nick up with him. He led his friend down the hall to the bedroom. Monroe tugged off Nick’s jacket and boots. He pulled his friend to the bed and curled his body around Nick’s slender frame. Nick held on to Monroe’s hand all night, gripping harder every so often just to feel the touch.

                The sun was peeking through the blinds when they woke up. Monroe was up first; he listened to the steady pace of Nick’s breaths. Nick woke up with a huff and tried to pull Monroe closer. Monroe practically blanketed his body over the other man. Nick was still shook up from the previous night; his trembling body was proof.

                “M-Monroe…” Nick’s voice was soft, just a hair louder than a whisper. He turned so they were chest-to-chest.

                “Hmm…?” Monroe re-laced his fingers with Nick’s.

                There was a low whine in Nick’s throat.

                “What’s wrong, Nick?” Monroe’s voice was heavy with worry.

                He spoke softly – throat sore for the previous night’s yelling. “About last night…I’m sor–”

                “Shh. Stop. You don’t have to apologize. That wasn’t you last night.”

                Nick nodded, nuzzling his face on Monroe’s sweater. “Everything I said…was true.”

                “I know.” He ran a hand through the other man’s dark hair, staring into his grey eyes.

                “That’s not how I wanted to tell you.”

                “I know.” He nodded.

                “How much do you hate me right now?”

                Monroe leaned forward, pressing his lips to Nick’s. He brought his hand up to cup Nick’s cheek. Nick still clung to Monroe, holding on for dear life.

                “I could never hate you. Ever.” Monroe kissed him again. “I love you.”

This is the first request I've gotten.
I really enjoyed writing this.
Nick/Monroe/Rosalee is my new OT3.

This is a fill for a request from the lovely moon_blitz who always takes the time to comment on fic :)
I hope you like it and I hope it's what you wanted!
This is my first attempt at writing a threesome!

As always, this is unbeta'd.
Sadly, I don't own Grimm.

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                Rosalee knocked on the front door, smiling at the stained-glass wolf window. It had Monroe written all over it. The door opened and she was greeted by a familiar face.

                “Hey, Rosalee. Monroe isn’t here right now.” Nick had been staying with Monroe for the last few weeks – since he left Juliette.

                “Good. I came here to see you.”

                “Um, ok. Come in.” He stepped aside and let her in.

                She followed him into the living room and sat beside him on the sofa.

                “Monroe’s birthday is tomorrow.”

                “I know,” he replied. As if he’d forget he best friend’s birthday. “I got him a pocket watch.” The perfect one he’d spent the last two months searching for. “What’d you get him?”

                “That’s the thing. I have a proposal.”

                “Ok…I’m listening…”

                She blushed a little. “I want to give him something he’ll never forget.”

                Nick wasn’t sure where she was going with this.

                “It’s ok if you say no, but I was thinking we’d have a threesome.” She got a little fidgety. “It’s just that it feels like there’s a little sexual tension – maybe a spark – between Monroe and I. And you two…there’s so much sexual tension there I’m surprised anyone else can fit in the room with you two.”

                He scrunched up his face. Sexual tension, he thought, between Monroe and me? Good, I’m not imagining it. “I-I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His voice cracked near the end.

                Rosalee just shook her head at him. “So…?”

XXX

                Monroe yawned as he walked through his front door. He expected to see Nick sprawled across the sofa, but it was empty. Weird, he though. He sniffed the air; Nick was home and someone else. Lilacs and jasmine…Rosalee. He set down his tool box on his work bench, hung up his coat, and kicked off his shoes. He followed his nose upstairs and stood outside his bedroom door. He could hear their stifled giggles. I swear to… He opened the door and there they were on his bed. Nick was sitting near the edge, donning only a pair of red boxer briefs. Rosalee was further up on the bed, leaning against the headboard, wearing a little red nighty. They were both smirking at him.

                “Happy birthday.” Nick got up and walked towards Monroe, running his hands down the taller man’s chest.

                “Uh…” Monroe was completely dumbfounded.

                “We thought we’d give you something special.” Rosalee put emphasis on the last word.

                Monroe opened his mouth to stay something but nothing came out. Nick pulled him towards the bed and pushed him down. Rosalee crawled up behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and nibbling his ear; he whimpered. Nick straddled his lap and started kissing his neck.

                “G-guys…”

                Nick pulled back, looking startled. “Do you not want this?”

                “I, uh, yeah of course I do. But…”

                “So do we,” Rosalee whispered.

                Nick started unbuttoning Monroe’s waistcoat and dress shirt. Rosalee nipped at his neck. He turned his head and met her lips. Nick undid the last button and ran his hands down Monroe’s bare chest. Rosalee slid them off and tossed them aside. She ran her hands over his shoulders and down his back; he leaned into her touch. Nick’s hands went to work on Monroe’s belt and jeans. Rosalee pulled Monroe back so he way lying down. She bit her lip as she looked down at him. Monroe looked up at the two of them who looked back, pupils blown, wanton smirks plastered on their faces. Nick crawled off Monroe and laid next to him, pulling him into a hungry kiss. Rosalee tugged at Monroe’s jeans; he let her pull them off.

The alpha wolf in Monroe was having a bitch fit – he was supposed to be the one in control. He didn’t care, though, he liked the attention. It had been far too long since Monroe had felt like he was wanted. And now he had two people that were practically throwing themselves at him.

Rosalee laid down on Monroe’s other side, her hand disappearing beneath his boxers. He moaned against Nick’s lips. Nick bit at Monroe’s bottom lip before brushing it with his tongue. Monroe admitted the other man’s tongue entry, they battled for control of their kiss, both refusing to back down. Then Monroe noticed Rosalee’s kisses moving from his neck down his chest, his abdomen. She tugged off his boxers and she pressed her warm, soft lips to the head of his dick. A growl rumbled in his chest when she took all of him in her mouth.

Monroe whined when Rosalee let him slip from her mouth. She worked her way back up his body. She whispered in his ear, “I want you to fuck me, Monroe.”

Nick smirked and whispered to Monroe, “and I’m going to fuck you.”

The red was seeping into Monroe’s eyes. Rosalee pulled away. She scooted up the bed and got on her hands and knees and Monroe finally noticed she wasn’t wearing panties. Nick pulled away next, pulling off his boxer briefs and tossing them across the room. Monroe crawled up behind Rosalee. He slid his hands under her nighty; she sat up and let him rid her of it. She bent back down, waiting for him to mount her. Nick tossed a condom at the other man and grabbed a bottle of lube for himself.

Monroe kissed down Rosalee’s spine before pushing in to her. She let a soft moan escape her lips – it went right to Monroe’s dick. He was thrusting into her when he felt another body behind him. Nick ran his hands up and down Monroe’s sides. He lubed up one finger and pressed into Monroe, who moaned, pushing further into Rosalee. Nick moved his finger in and out, enjoying every little noise that came from Monroe’s mouth. He added another finger and quickened his pace. When Nick added a third finger, Monroe howled. Soon Nick was positioning himself behind Monroe, pushing his cock into the other man’s ass.

It took them a little while to get a steady pace going. Their thrusts had all started out jerky and sporadic, trying to figure out who should move when. When they got it together, the room was filled with moans and growls and even another howl or two. Rosalee’s hands were fisted in the sheets, he head leaning back as far as it could go. Monroe’s teeth brushed over her delicate skin. He bit down on the crook of her neck, not hard enough for a claim mark, but hard enough for one hell of a hickey. Rosalee bit her lip, holding back a moan. Her orgasm was quickly approaching. Monroe felt her clench around him as she orgasmed. Her arms were shaky and as soon as Monroe pulled out, her arms gave out and she laid down. She rolled over beneath him and stared up at him. Her face was flushed, eyes were heavy-lidded.

She watched the two men above her, Nick still thrusting into Monroe.

“Fuck him…harder, Nick.” Her voice was low; her breathing was heavy.

                Monroe stifled the whine building in the back of his throat. Rosalee ran her hands over Monroe’s chest, his stomach. She pulled the condom off, tossing it on the floor, and started stroking his dick. Nick’s pace quickened and his thrusts were becoming jerky again; he was so close. He came moaning Monroe’s name. Rosalee gave Monroe’s cock a few more strokes and he was coming, too.

                Nick pulled out and collapse on the bed, as did Monroe. Nick curled up against the other man’s back, planting kisses on his neck and shoulder. Rosalee curled up against Monroe’s chest, wrapping an arm around his waist. The three of them laid there, tangled up in each other. Monroe let out a content sigh. The last thing he thought before falling into the depths of sleep was best birthday ever.

                “I can’t believe she said no.” Monroe handed a beer to the mopey grimm sprawled out on his sofa.

                “I probably should’ve seen it coming.” Nick took a sip. “She didn’t even pull the whole ‘it’s not you it’s me’ thing. She flat-out said it was me. Ugh. I suck.”

                “Bullshit! You’re a great guy! You and I both know that. Sure, things have been rough for you guys lately, but isn’t that what love’s about: jumping those hurtles together. I don’t know man. Maybe I just don’t understand relationships. All I know is that you’re a great guy and she was crazy to let you go.”

                “Thanks, Monroe.” Nick gave the blutbad a sad smile.

                Monroe nodded, smiled. He sipped his beer and tried to nonchalantly avoid eye contact. Maybe, he thought, that little speech was just a little too much. He blamed the beer.

                Monroe was staring at the television absent-mindedly. Nick was staring at Monroe – or more so at his lips wrapped around the head of his bottle of beer. Maybe this isn’t so bad, Nick thought.

                “You know, maybe that was the right thing to do. Break up.”

                “Huh?”

                “Maybe I should have listened to my Aunt Marie and broken things off with Juliette months ago.”

                Monroe nodded, unsure of how to respond.

                “She didn’t even look upset when she said no. It was like everyday conversation for her. Hey, you want a doughnut? Some coffee? By the way I can’t marry you and it’s all your fault. Cream? Sugar?”

                The blutbad was quickly getting uncomfortable. He’d never seen Nick like this. He didn’t much care for it.

                “You deserve better,” Monroe said softly.

                Nick looked at him quizzically.

                “I mean, she was nice enough when I met her…but you deserve…I don’t know…more than that.” A blush was starting to work its way across Monroe’s face and he hoped to hell that Nick wouldn’t notice.

                “Yeah,” Nick said, almost whispered, to himself more than anyone. “I do deserve better.”

                Of course the blutbad heard him. He gave Nick a look. It lasted barely a second, and wasn’t really much of anything – Monroe hadn’t done it consciously. But in that split-second look, he conveyed more to Nick than any amount of words could. The grimm couldn’t quite put his finger on what exactly the look was, just that it was good.

                Yeah, Nick thought, this could be really good.

I was frantically rushing around in the trailer trying to tidy up. There were clothes strewn everywhere – the trailer was an absolute mess. I stuffed the food wrappers and take-out containers in a trash bag, walked out to my truck, and tossed the bag in the back seat. I went back inside and tried to cram all my clothes in the drawers under the bed. How in the hell did I make such a mess in two days? There was a knock on the door and I just about had a heart attack.

“Dude, it’s just me.” Monroe let himself in. “Are you…cleaning?”

“Yeah, you know…it just got kind of messy in here.”

“Oh.” Monroe sat down at the desk. He started peeking in the drawers.

“You are so nosey, man.”

“Come on, you got all this cool stuff in here.” He opened another drawer. “You sure do have a lot of snacks in here, too.”

“Um…wesen literature makes me hungry.”

“Why do you have clothes in this drawer?”

“Um…I-I…uh…”

“Wait a minute. Are you staying here?”

I sighed. The jig was up. “Yeah, but just for the past two days.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t have anywhere else to go.” I plopped down on the bed, feeling utterly defeated.

“What are you – oh…Sorry.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Why didn’t you go stay with Hank? Or you could’ve come to my house. I have a guest room…not to mention running water and heat.”

“I don’t know. Everything’s just so complicated. This was just the first thing I thought of.”

“Well, get your shit together; you’re coming to stay with me.”

“Monroe, you don’t have to.”

“You’re right: I don’t. But I am, so let’s go.”

XXX

                “You want peppers in your omelet?”

                “You’re making me breakfast?”

                “Yes. Cheese?”

                “Um…yeah, both. Thanks.”

                “There’s fresh-squeezed orange juice in the fridge or there’s coffee brewing. Help yourself. Toast?”

                “Wow. Um, yes, please.” I poured myself some orange juice and sat down at the table.

Spending the night at Monroe’s house was like spending a night in a fancy bed and breakfast. There was this coziness here that – now that I think about it – was never in mine and Juliette’s house. It was weird; I never saw Monroe as being cozy.

                Monroe placed a plate in front of me. That was the best looking omelet I’d ever seen. He sat down across from me with his own plate and I smiled at him. This was nice; why did I even think I could live in that cramped little trailer.

                “Thanks, Monroe, for all of this.”

                “It’s no problem, really.”

                “This is delicious!”

“Thanks. So, I’m curious, how did you think living in that trailer was going to play out?”

                “I don’t even know. I figured if Marie could do it, so could I.”

                Monroe just shook his head at me. “Well, you’re welcome here as long as you need. I have to do some grocery shopping today, anything you want?”

                “Um…cheetos?”

                “Sure. Oh, I’ll go and get you a key made, too.” He seemed oddly cheery this morning.

                Monroe got up from the table and put his plate in the sink. I shoved the last bite of omelet in my mouth and handed him my plate. I offered to do the dishes but he waved me off. I don’t know what possessed me to do it, but I just felt the overwhelming need to thank him. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him into a tight hug.

                “Um…”

                “Thanks, Monroe.” I let go of him and went to get ready for work.

XXXXXX

                “Hey, Nick. What’s up?”

                “Did you have anything planned for dinner tonight?”

                “Not really, no. I was just about to get up and rummage through the fridge for something to make us.”

                “Well, don’t worry about it. I’m going to pick something up. I’ll be leaving in a few minutes – just have to hand in my report. I’ll pick something up and then I’ll be home. Sound good?”

                “Sure. I’ll see you in a little while.”

                I hung up the phone, slipped it into my pocket, and then it hit me.

                Home?

                I’ve been staying with Monroe for the better part of a month. There hasn’t been any kind of discussion about finding a place or moving in or anything like that. Monroe had said that I could stay with him as long as I needed. To be honest, I really liked staying with him. I was in no hurry to find another place. I did my best not to seem like I was taking advantage of Monroe. I helped with dishes and cleaning. I took out the trash. I surprised him with 6-packs of microbrew and even a bottle of his favorite top-shelf red wine. I bought us dinner once a week. Maybe it’s weird, but it feels like home. Monroe feels like home.

                I handed my report in to the captain, grabbed my jacket, and headed to the parking lot. I decided to swing into our favorite pizza place and get a veggie pizza – Monroe’s favorite. I made sure to ask for extra banana peppers – again, Monroe’s favorite. While I waited for the pizza, I walked down the block and picked up a 6-pack. As I was walking back to grab the pizza I took notice of an antique shop. Somehow I’d never really taken notice of it. I dropped the beer off in car then walked across the street. It was small so I knew it wouldn’t take long to walk through. I was perusing some pocket watches; one of them caught my eye. It was white gold – at least that’s what the tag said – with the most intricate little designs engraved on both sides. I popped it open. The face was white gold with roman numeral made of a jade inlay. It was an absolutely gorgeous watch. Monroe must be rubbing off on me. I couldn’t help myself; I walked up the counter and asked the young woman if she could gift wrap it for me. Box in hand, I picked up the pizza and headed back to Monroe’s house.

                I climbed the porch steps, juggling the pizza and the beer – I slipped the gift box in my jacket pocket. I tapped on the door with my foot. Monroe opened it and grabbed the 6-pack, lightening my load. I did my best to keep the grin from my face – I really wanted to surprise Monroe with the watch. I set the pizza on the table and Monroe got the plates.

                He lifted the lid of the pizza box. “Veggie pizza with extra banana peppers?!” Monroe looked like a kid in a candy store. “Oh no, what do you want? Are we hunting a hungry pack of jägerbars or something?”

                “No, no. Nothing like that. I just…I know it’s your favorite.”

                “My favorite beer and my favorite pizza? What’re you up to grimm?”

                “It’s just a thank you. I know I’ve been here for a while. I really appreciate it. I appreciate you.”

                “You know, I like having you here.”

                “You do?”

                “Yeah. I actually wanted to suggest something.”

                “Ok?”

                “Maybe you could stay here indefinitely.”

                “Like move in? For real?”

                “Yeah.” Monroe nodded and smiled.

                “I’d love to!”

                “Earlier when you called about dinner…you said you’d pick up dinner and then you’d be home. I just…it really made me happy. I don’t know why. It’s probably dumb.”

                “No, it’s not dumb. After I hung up I was nervous that you’d be freaked out; I kind of said it without really thinking about it. But then I really thought about it and this really does feel like home.”

                We both smiled.

                “Oh, I got you something today. While I was waiting for the pizza I walked down to grab a 6-pack and I passed an antique shop. When I was walking around, I bought you something.” I handed him the box. “I hope you like it.”

                He pulled the ribbon off and set it on the counter. Then he pulled off the lid. I swear I saw tears welling up in his eyes. He smiled as he pulled the pocket watch out of the box. He held it in both hands, turning it over, popping it open, and thoroughly inspecting it. Then he looked up at me – he had the softest expression on his face that I’d ever seen.

                “You know how I’m always reminding you how many you owe me?”

                “Yeah. I think I owe you like 47.”

                “No you don’t.”

                “How many?”

-1-

It'd been an especially tough week on the grimm and his blutbad. Nick, as usual, got himself in over his head, and Monroe, as usual, had to come to the rescue. Currently they were sprawled out on the blutbad's sofa, sipping what Monroe liked to call a "quality brew." There were already a half dozen empty bottles on the coffee table; whatever made the bruises hurt even a little less. Nick swallowed the last sip from his bottle and groaned when he got up to fetch the next round. He plopped back down on the sofa, not realizing how close we was to Monroe, and handed over one of the beers. There was a dull sitcom playing on the tv, but neither of them were really paying any attention. They both were a little focused on beer and bruises.

"Truth or dare?"

"What?" Monroe shifted focus from his beer to Nick.

"Truth or dare? I'm bored, just pick one...please."

"Uhh…truth…"

"Hmm…so what happened in the woods with Angelina?"

"Dude, sore subject."

Nick just stared at him.

"Fine. We ate a rabbit. You already knew that."

"That's not what I meant."

"Too bad; I answered the question. You should've been more specific."

Nick's face turned grumpy – mad he was outsmarted.

-2-

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth," nick answered.

"Why'd Juliette break up with you?"

"She didn't…I told you…"

Monroe glared at the younger man.

"Fine. She did break up with me. She said she was tired of all the lies and secrets. She found the engagement ring I bought I her; said being a cop's wife wasn't in her future."

"Sorry, man."

"Probably for the better."

-3-

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Hmm…" Nick thought about the plethora of things he could ask Monroe; one thing kept bouncing around his brain. This could be bad, he thought. "What do you really think of me?"

Monroe practically choked on his beer.

"That bad, huh?"

"No. Y-you just caught me off guard. Umm…you're ok, I guess. Bit of a pain in the ass sometimes, but you're a good guy. Good company…even though you're always over here drinking my beer and eating my food. At least we've started talking about normal stuff. Oh, and you, uh, smell good."

"Oh, thanks…" Nick forced a small chuckle. "That was a lot less painful than I'd thought it'd be."

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know…"

"I don't hate you, if that's what you're getting at."

"No, of course not."

-4-

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"You do know that this is truth or dare, not truth or truth?"

"Yeah, I know. I'm still going with truth."

"Fine." Monroe paused, he knew exactly what he wanted to ask. Something he'd been wondering, but felt weird asking. I guess now's my chance. "Why'd you offer to fight for me? You know, with the Löwen…"

Nick scrunched up his face – his normal thinking face. He really didn't have an answer; he didn't really know. Well, yeah he did. He sighed. "I don't know, man. I guess, I just thought it was the right thing to do. It's always my fault when you're in danger. I couldn't…" Nick swallowed hard. "I didn't want to lose you." He wanted nothing more than to just change the subject. He was thankful Monroe didn't push it any further.

-5-

"Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

Nick was starting to run out of questions. Hmm, he thought. He knew that Monroe had dated Angelina, but he couldn't help but wonder about the rest of the blutbad's love life. Why do you even care? Nick asked himself. Denial is just a river…

"Any other crazy ex-girlfriends…besides the wonderful Angelina?"

Monroe sneered at the extra little comment. He huffed, but decided to answer him anyway.

"Well, in middle school there was this girl, Natalie. She was my first kiss. Um…in high school, right before the wolf made its first appearance, there was Erica. She was…tall, dark hair, dark eyes, curvy. She was my first…you know…she moved to France after graduation. She was an amazing painter. She also had this weird obsession with skeleton keys. Then Angelina. Right after I started living the wieder lifestyle, I met this healer at a café: Tessa."

"What happened?"

"Angelina."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Me, too."

"There was also…eh, never mind."

"What?"

"You don't want to know."

"Sure I do."

Monroe downed the rest of his beer – rest being half of it – and then regretted letting anything slip. "There was…in college…it was mating season…we'd had a lot to drink…he was my roommate…"

Nick was surprised to say the least. He could feel a blush working its way onto his face; he sipped his beer, trying not to think of it as a big deal. Of course his mind started to wander – wondering what it would like having Monroe push him up against the wall, hint of claws digging into his skin, taking him from behind. Fuck, he thought.

-6-

"Ok, time to change the subject…truth or dare?" Monroe asked.

"Dare…and make it good."

That smell, Monroe thought, it can't be…

"I-I dare you to show me what you really think of me."

At first Monroe figured it was the beer, or maybe their most recent near-death experience. Hell, it could've even been Nick's break up – making his inner wolf go crazy for the new-found desperation. But when he was sure he smelled the scent of arousal filling the room, he didn't feel so out of line with his request. Nick began to crawl over to him; it reminded the blutbad of an animal stalking and approaching its prey. Monroe let a low growl slip out. Yeah, Monroe thought, I could be his prey.

Nick practically pounced on his blutbad – yes, his blutbad – capturing his lips in a hungry, long-awaited kiss. Monroe pulled on Nick's shirt in effort to pull him into his lap. It was frantic and sloppy – about eight beers worth. But it didn't matter to them; they both had wanted this for a lot longer than either would admit. Nick finally pulled away, allowing them both to catch their breath.

"Maybe I should've chosen dare sooner."