Evil Dreams Pt 2b Nick/Monroe
The rest of the afternoon was spent walking around the various booths and vendors’ tables in the resort’s huge conference area look at couples related products. Monroe tried for twenty minutes to talk the Grimm into investing in a time-share. Nick rolled his eyes and made loud humming noises until the other man surrendered throwing his hands up into the air. This was followed by another twenty minutes of pouting until Nick felt so guilty he agreed to look at the cruise packages. At least Nick was certain he could hold out against cruises. And he kept casually throwing Titanic and Carnival floating ships of death references into the conversation as often as possible. However, the Grimm was alarmed to note Monroe remained gleefully unaffected.
By the time the dinner break rolled around Nick was fairly certain he and Monroe were going to Cancun at some point in the future. On a boat…a honkin’ big boat, in a tiny cabin with no windows, and only one bed. Nick felt himself hyperventilating especially when the Blutbad thrust a sheaf of brightly colored brochures under the detective’s nose, and launched into a monologue about midnight buffets.
Monroe settled into his chair at the table shoving the cruise brochures across to Nick, “Look at this one it has a shopping layover in Vera Cruz.”
“That’s nice, Monroe,” Nick said holding his head in his hands. The Blutbad glanced up a frown tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Are you okay?”
“I don’t know if we actually accomplished anything today,” he said sighing. Monroe shot him a blinding grin fanning the papers. Nick glared. “I mean accomplished anything regarding the case. You know that whole Schlafen fey, killing people thing?”
“Oh that. Well, we are visible. We did get some initial contact. I mean I think that dreaming the same thing event was initial contact. Once we go to bed tonight, I mean, once we go to sleep tonight, then we should see how it went. I didn’t mean to upset you. I just get into things. We don’t actually have to go on the cruise I can cancel the tickets.”
“No,” the Grimm said, “I mean I would love to go on the cruise, Monroe.” Suddenly Nick felt like slapping himself. Where had that come from? But he sighed deciding it was worth it to see the broad smile that swept across the other man’s face.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he echoed softly. Turning around he headed for the elevator, “Let’s go back to the room for a little while, and maybe watch some TV.”
“Okay, sure.” Monroe followed along obediently and Nick resisted the urge to say ‘good boy’ but not by much. The Blutbad narrowed his eyes as if he could read the thought in the other man’s expression and Nick was sure if Monroe was to Woga out now his ears would be laid back in annoyance. He chuckled.
“Oh yeah, just laugh it up.”
“What?” Nick said feigning innocence.
As the elevator doors closed Monroe surged forward pinning Nick against the back wall. He leaned down menacingly snuffling against the Grimm’s hair, “I’ll show you what.” He growled. Nick shivered thrusting his arms up, but instead of pushing the Blutbad away he found his hands wrapped arou8nd the other man’s neck, pulling Monroe forward until they were breathing the same air. Then Monroe leaned in just a little bit further and their lips met. It was not a casual first kiss, lips clashing and Nick opened letting the older man explore his mouth with an eager tongue. They were well pass a kiss and straight into making out like horny teenagers when the elevator doors opened again, and Katie from the couple’s seminar stepped in.
Nick caught sight of her first pushing against Monroe’s shoulder to disengage the other man. The Blutbad whimpered under his breath but senses another presence behind him Monroe gave up; stepping away from Nick’s warm welcoming body.
The girl tried to offer them a cheerful smile, but her expression was anything but friendly. Still she shot them a raised eyebrow as she stepped off the elevator at the next floor, “Carry on gentlemen,” she said over her shoulder. Monroe grinned.
“You bet your sweet ass we will!”
The doors to the elevator opened and both men spilled out into the corridor still tangled together. Stumbling along they managed to make it to the door to their room. Nick scrabbled his keycard out of the pockets of his jeans and swiped it through the reader. The door swung inward and he and the Blutbad fell into the room.
They made it across the floor and to the bed in a writhing tangle of limbs. Finally, Monroe decided he had had enough. Grasping the smaller man by the shoulders he swept Nick into the air tossing him onto the bed. The Grimm bounced once before the older man was all over him. One of Nick’s sneakers hit the wall clattering loudly and Nick grasped Monroe by the wrist, “Shhh…we’ll draw attention.”
“I thought we wanted to draw attention to ourselves.” Monroe hissed tugging at the sleeves of Nick’s jacket. The garment was tossed carelessly over the Blutbad’s shoulder. Nick grunted.
“Hey, be careful. I like that jacket.”
“It was in the way!” Monroe snorted, “If you’re wearing anything else you’ve got some weird attachment to, you’d better get out of it now. I’m tired of waiting!”
“Okay…jeeze,” Nick slid off the bed shucking his shirt and jeans in record time. He was a little embarrassed at how desperate he must seem stripping faster than a twenty dollar whore but when the Grimm glanced over his shoulder Monroe was naked sprawled on the bed and oblivious feeling frisky.
Throwing caution to the wind Nick clambered onto the bed and quicker than lightening he was on his back with the other man straddling his hips and Monroe’s tongue half-way down his throat, “Whoa…cowboy, slow up a little,” Nick hissed. Monroe looked seriously aggrieved but he back up just enough so that Nick could draw a deep breath, “I…just need you to know that I’m really kinda knew at this guy to guy thing. I need to take it easy okay?”
Monroe pulled back slightly and frowned as if the distance between the two of them offended him, then he smiled, “Okay, I’ll go slow. I just get really eager, but I won’t do anything to hurt you. Okay no matter what, if I Woga out or anything just remember I will never hurt you.”
Nick smiled, “Yeah okay I’ll remember that.”
Grinning from ear to ear the Blutbad settled against the smaller man, pinning him down and snuffling against his neck. The he bit at the juncture of Nick’s neck and shoulder lathing the area with a warm soft tongue. Nick wriggled but Monroe held him firm, “Uhh nuh, not getting away. I’ve waited too long for this.”
Ducking his head Monroe licked a long strip up the Grimm’s neck stopping to suck on his Adam’s apple. Nick groaned, and Monroe chuckled, “God! You taste so good. I could just eat you up.”
Coming from a guy who could literally eat him Nick shivered, but Monroe grasped his chin gently turning Nick’s head so that they were eye to eye, “Hey remember… I will never hurt you.”
Leaning up Nick slid his hands around Monroe’s neck pulling him into a heated kiss. Monroe nipped at his lower lip then moved down his neck to his chest and further south. Nick closed his eyes moaning as
The older man nosed through the thick patch of curls at the Grimm’s groin, and then in one quick movement swallowed his cock to the root.
“Oh sweet God!” Nick howled. Monroe hummed around the hard length of flesh in his mouth and Nick bucked his hips up.
“You can still call me Monroe,” the older man said with a smirk. Nick paused in his writhing just long enough to roll his eyes and push Monroe’s head back down to where he wanted it to be. Monroe complied eagerly.
Panting the Grimm moaned then bucked his hips up, “Uhh Monroe I’m gonna…oh God, I’m gonna,” But whatever Nick was going to proclaim went unsaid. With a howl he came and Monroe drank him down.
Nick sighed settle back on the bed as the older man rolled on top of him. Grunting Monroe slotted his dick into he fold between Nick’s thigh and hip and rutted. Nick was vaguely aware of the fact that Monroe was dripping wet, even though he had not seen any type of lube lying around. Holding up a hand he pushed back just enough to get the Blutbad’s attention, “Monroe why are you…slippery?”
“Oh,” Monroe blushed, “You have to remember that I’m not strictly human, okay? We self-lubricate, consider that a lot of Blutbad sex in the wild, so to speak, is more catch as catch can, you know. The females and more submissive males don’t always have time to get ready so more dominant Blutbaden males get…drippy?”
Nick digested this little bit of information and judging from the expression on Monroe’s face the older man was waiting to see if that fact might be a deal breaker. Nut Nick hummed thoughtfully, “Oh carry on.”
With a grin Monroe thrust against Nick moaning appreciatively when the Grimm wriggled a bit to the right and his half-hard dick nudged against the Blutbad’s own engorged organ. Monroe groaned, “Nick I want…”
“Okay.”
“You don’t even know what I’m gonna ask for,” Monroe whispered. Nick grinned pulling him down for a kiss then hissing in his ear.
“You want to fuck me, that’s okay I want you to do it.”
Without waiting for him to change his mind Monroe rolled Nick onto his belly then tugged at his hips, “This first time it will be easier if you’re on your hands and knees.”
When Nick had settled into position Monroe leaned in spreading his asscheeks and dipping a finger down to trace at his hole. Sliding the digit through his own slick Monroe worked it inside waiting for Nick to relax around the finger before pressing in searching for that little bundle of nerves deeps inside. He knew he had hit gold when Nick reared up crying out hoarsely.
“Oh yeah that’s the spot, baby!” Monroe said grinning.
Moving his hand Monroe eased his dick between Nick’s cheeks then pressed forward. The Grimm must have been more relaxed than Monroe realized because the head of his cock slipped inside. Then Nick pushed back forcing Monroe into him so fast that the Blutbad almost came before he even got started.
“Whoa, clam down Nick. I’m not going anywhere.” Monroe said softly nipping at the smaller man’s neck. “Take it easy. We got all night, baby.”
“Don’t call me baby and move already. You’re killing me here.”
Pulling back Monroe thrust inside in one long quick movement and Nick hummed with a growl Monroe thrust again, “How’s that Mr. Grimm, sir?”
“Yeah…oh yeah… do that some more.”
Monroe set a hard, punishing pace that had Nick murmuring and cussing under his breath. Monroe grunted thrusting hard and fast until Nick felt him tense up and come. As Monroe shuddered he reached under Nick firmly grasping the younger man’s cock and tugging until Nick came again.
Breathing heavily both men sank to the bed sweaty and limp with exhaustion. As Nick tried to roll away he felt a painful tug at his entrance and Monroe grumbled pulling the other man close, spooning behind him with a sigh. Nick wriggled, and then yelped at the tight fullness still inside him. Monroe opened one eye as Nick turned half way around staring up at him.
Finally the Blutbad offered his lover an embarrassed grin and said, “Oh, I guess I should have mentioned that.”
“Uh yeah, what’s the deal here?”
“It’s called a knot. We’re sort of stuck together for about half an hour. It’ll go down in a bit. That really only happens when I’m really, really excited.”
“That’s would be nice to know. So I got you really… really… excited?”
Monroe huffed nuzzling the back of Nick’s neck, “Don’t sound so proud of yourself.”
With a sigh Monroe settled down curling around Nick’s back as the two men lay quietly. Sometime later Nick was vaguely aware when Monroe’s knot shrank and the Blutbad pulled away. He thought briefly about taking a shower but he was drifting in that twilight state halfway between sleep and wakefulness and he just gave in drifting off with Monroe a warm solid weight behind him.
Something echoed a low rustling sound that grabbed Nick’s attention. He turned, a frown marred his features. The trees were wet, dripping water into the long grass that waved gently in the breeze. Now the Grimm sighed, somehow this all seemed wrong, wasn’t he…Nick paused as a thought, so elusive, darted just out of reach and the wind sent a shiver down his spine.
From just beyond the tree line he could make out the sound of footfalls, heavy and substantial as if something or someone large was moving quickly just out of sight. Nick turned, the hair on his neck standing up. Tentatively he called, “Monroe?”
A deep throaty growl erupted fading into a low chuckle. Now Nick was angry, “Monroe I swear that’s not funny. Come on out. I know it’s you.”
“Little pig, little pig let me come in,” the voice dripped with honey and venom. Snorting the Grimm turned in a tight circle, hand going for the gun holstered at his hip just in case it wasn’t the Blutbad he thought it was. “Ahh ah ah, that’s cheating little piggy.”
“I swear Monroe this is not funny, it’s just lame. You’re just lame.”
Suddenly the brush parted with explosive force and a large dark figure sprang forward hitting the smaller man squarely in the center of his chest. Nick went down to the ground with a grunt, all of the air leaving his body in one numbing jolt. Coughing he wheezed trying to drag in a lung full of air, but a heavy weight settled on his back pushing him forward until his cheek was pressed against the cold hard earth.
“Monroe stop it. You’re really pushing your luck buddy.”
“Maybe I’ve decided I’m no buddy of yours, Grimm!” The Blutbad leaned forward licking a stripe up the side of the human’s neck. Suddenly sharp claws tore at Nick’s shirt, ripping the fabric away from his skin. The cold air mingled with hot breath as Monroe leaned down, teething at the juncture of Nick’s neck and shoulder. With a vicious twist of the head the Blutbad sank his incisors into Nick’s shoulder. The human screamed as searing pain shot through his body,
“Monroe, don’t…stop. Please I know you don’t want to do this.” Suddenly Nick stilled, turning his head he frowned up at the ugly sneer on the older man’s face. “You said you’d never hurt me. Wait, you would never hurt me. I know you would never hurt me. I know Monroe would never hurt me.”
With a snarl of his own Nick bucked up throwing the Blutbad off his back, “I know who you are bitch and you are not him.”
With a screech the figure of Monroe twisted, falling back. Nick rose unsteadily to his feet closing on the Blutbad but the image of Monroe churned, writhing then faded to a black vaguely human shaped mass. Whirling it fled back to the tree line. Nick tried to grasp the fleeing form and briefly he caught it, but quickly the thing jerked away. As it disappeared into the night all Nick could see was that it had no face.
“It has no face,” he gasped. The trees faded and Nick was laying in bed looking into Monroe soft brown eyes. For a brief minute Nick recoiled and Monroe looked horrified. Then the Grimm grasped the other man by the arm. Groaning, “Monroe it had no face!”
“The Schlafen Fey?” Monroe said, “It came to you in your dream?”
Nodding Nick scrambled onto his knees grabbing Monroe by the hand, “Did you dream?” He cringed and Shaking his head in the negative Monroe carefully took Nick’s arm turning his shoulder over until he saw the ragged bloody bite mark.
“Holy shit, Nick!” the Blutbad gasped, “We need to get you to the emergency room. That’s a pretty bad bite.”
Frowning Monroe stood up pacing a few feet away while Nick rose pulling on his jeans, “Did I do that to you?”
Nick paused in putting his clothes on long enough to offer Monroe a tiny smile, “Of course not. I mean she…it… tried to make me think it was you, but I knew it wasn’t you, Monroe. I knew it wasn’t you because I believe that you would never hurt me. If you take its power away; it runs.”
Monroe nodded smiling, “So we know how to fight it. We just have to get a plan together. But first things first. We get you to the ER and get that bite taken care of and then we come back here and go after that thing.”
TBC