What's your limit? ||Nick Burkhardt x Sean Renard||

Picking up broken pieces ~Chapter 9~

Nick POV

Only silence broke into the atmosphere, as I shuffled my feet which felt like weights across the floor and slumped onto the couch with a loud thud... Monroe who had been slightly growling as Juliette and the man left. "Be a good boy and sit down will you?" I said flatly, joking as I remembered one of mine and Monroe's cases; we were protecting Adalind Shade the remaining Hexenbiest as the rest of her fellow 'friends' died by the 'Queen Bee' and her minions, called the Mellifer. I should've let that Queen Bee kill the Hexenbiest... Monroe seemed to have picked up on the memory and heavily sighed chuckling slightly to himself, "I'm not a dog you sensitive Grimm." Monroe rolled his eyes while still slightly laughing now looking around to the empty space of a house; the lingering disgusting smell still infiltrated the premise. Monroe seemed to have picked up on my sudden dissatisfaction and got up and placed his hands on his hips triumphantly as he looked around "Well let's get rid of this retching smell, eh Nick?" His eyes looked down at me as I was still slumped into the couch.. I felt myself sinking into the furniture as I slightly grunted in response. Monroe simply huffed and pulled me to my feet, I sighed as I shifted the hair covering my eyes as a new task began for us... Picking up the broken pieces! I collected all the pictures from where I left them and tossed them into the fire-place lighting a match as I watched the flame before Monroe took it from between my fingers and tossed it in his fingers as he rubbed his large hands on his trousers. "Geez man.. Careful, you almost burnt yourself!" The Blutbod scolded me as I simply raised my hands slightly smiling in defeat - And so our task continued! I watched the flames intertwine as it burnt Juliette's face into mere ashes; it felt some way... Satisfying... Shaking the thought I moved my feet to motion back up to the stares holding my nose as I stripped the beds of the sheets in all rooms; just to be safe the pillows of all the furniture too. dropping them all down the top of the stairs to the bottom I returned to the room and removed any object that Juliette forgot to take with her, I only managed to collect a few things such as: jewelry, toothbrush, and other things of her's. I noticed I had this discomfort in my rear I decided to shrug it off for the time being as I trotted down the stairs and as I was about to throw all of Juliette's thing in the fire Monroe intervened; "Nick! I'm not sure if those things are-" I tossed the items in without getting to hear his thought "...are meant to be burnt... Dammit Nick!" He wined slightly as the fire burst slightly. "Oh well.." I shrugged as I looked back over to Monroe he'd have his arms folded as he'd be gritting his teeth slightly as his left eyebrow raised and twitched... "It's fiiine, I wouldn't mind having this place burnt down anyway!" I spoke unthinkably. "Oh yeah? And where would you go...?"  Monroe grinned slightly, as images of Sean flashed through my mind... Right, that wouldn't be good after-all... I slowly trudged my feet to the pile of pillows and bedding holding my nose again as I dumped them into the wash, before I knew it we were finished. Waving goodbye to Monroe I shut the door behind me and slid down it slightly; the discomfort in my rear defiantly increased I rushed to the bathroom and took off my shirt and stripped any clothing on my skin until I was naked turning into my bedroom I looked into the body sized mirror and turned around slightly.

"AHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

My eyes shook slightly, as my memory flashed to earlier today rose to my head. "D-Dammit Sean!!!" I put my fingers around the object, defiantly a butt-plug.. Pulling out the object, I'd watch in horror as white liquid seeped down my leg, what I hoped I could bury in the depths of my memories all arose at all the images of Sean and I flashed through my mind; even the selfish parting... Maybe I was a bit too harsh I'd shake my head as I grabbed a towel and cleaned myself of the white liquid that seemingly would be endlessly pouring out. I'd furrow my brows in shame of myself as I tossed the towel into the dirty laundry and pulled up my trousers as I rushed down the stairs tugging my jacket violently off of the hangers as I slipped my arms through the holes and set off to the car... I didn't know what movement controlled my feet but I was taking step after step to possibly my doom and demise.

Sean Renard's home...