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"Wait, what's the difference between a territorial mark and a claim?" Nick asked, cracking open his beer and taking a sip, leaning against the kitchen wall.
"How willing a blutbad is to kill." Monroe answered simply.
Nick paused, eyebrows scrunching together in the middle of his forehead."What does that mean?"
Monroe chuckled softly. "Well, blutbad have a pretty good sense of smell. So, when I mark my territory it tells other blutbadden to..." Monroe paused, wondering how to phrase his sentence.
"To get lost, basically. But I'm not gonna kill anyone who trespasses." He concluded. Nick nodded slowly. "That, and marking a territory is only for places. Claiming is for people."
"Elaborate?" Nick asked after a moment.
Monroe sighed. He couldn't believe he was actually having this conversation right now.
"When a blutbad claims someone, it's much more aggressive. If another blutbad were to mess with that claim, theres a high chance they'd get killed."
"Why's that?" Nick questioned, cocking his head to the side like a confused puppy.
"When a blutbad claims someone, it's because they want to protect them. So if a blutbad were to claim their mate, it's because they'd kill to keep them safe." Monroe explained.
"How does a blutbad," Nick paused, wanting to get the terminology right, "claim someone?"
Monroe could feel his heart beating faster.
"Well," The blutbad paused to scratch his neck awkwardly. "Technically, a blutbad would have to scent them first. AKA, making their mate smell like them. Then they'd uh...maaate-"
"Well that doesn't matter." Monroe said quickly, stopping himself from saying "mate" in entirety, but Nick definitely heard.
Nick hummed in approval. "What does scenting look like?" He asked, feigning innocence.
But the question made Monroe's breath hitch. He forced out a laugh and said, "Well it's not like I'm gonna show you."
"Why not?" Nick asked. Monroe was starting to think Nick had to many questions.
And it wasn't like he could show Nick what scenting looked like, Monroe would lose control since he's been in love with Nick for a embarrassingly long time.
Monroe realized he needed to answer Nick and said, "Well it's a rather intimate thing and uh..."
"Well, blutbadden have the tendency to lose control and go a little, y'know, ballistic while scenting." Monroe admitted nervously.
Nick was silent for a moment. "I mean, you're reformed right?"
Monroe sighed, knowing he was fighting a losing battle.
"Alright, alright. Aren't you worried about it being awkward though? I have to, like, get all up in your business."
Monroe swore he could hear Nick's heart speed up.
"Yeah. I'm just curious." Nick said, acting very calm. Maybe a little to calm.
"Okay, but uh, remember you asked me to do this."
Nick nodded, but was not prepared for Monroe to pin his hands to the wall behind him.
Nick went to say something, comment on the position they were in, but it completely died in his throat as Monroe's beard scratched against his neck.
Nick could feel Monroe's hot breath on his left ear. It sounded almost animalistic with the slight growl behind it.
Monroe sniffed lightly, an overwhelming scent of just Nick filling his senses.
Holding back a growl, Monroe stuck his nose under a patch of hair on Nick's neck.
Out of some sort of instinct, Nick turned his head up and away, giving Monroe more space.
At this, Monroe let out a low growl, warmth pooling deep in both of their stomach's.
Monroe inhaled Nick's scent, nearly losing it. He had to gain back some self-control.
But when he let out a low growl and heard Nick whimper at the sound, any thought of self-control was thrown out the window.
Far, far out the window.
Monroe leaned in closer to Nick, body heat radiating heavily off each other. He stuck his nose where shoulder meets neck and inhaled the musky scent.
"God," Monroe muttered, sniffing a bit farther up Nick's neck before growling and gently biting at the skin, holding back his fangs.
"Y'know," Nick said, finally regaining his voice. "I think I heard something about mating after this?"
Monroe chuckled a laugh that resembled low thunder. "Oh? Want me to show you that too?" The blutbad said, grinning.
Nick laughed slightly. "Are you offering?"
"Are you asking?" Monroe countered, biting hard enough at this point to leave a mark.
Groaning quietly, Nick thought about it for a moment.
"Yes."