First made for the Porn Battle, It sort of ran away from me and then I missed the deadline. So here it is.

At first, it's about protection. After some harpy tries to take Kenzi apart in the alley beside the Dahl and they realize that the Fae aren't taking Bo's claim on Kenzi seriously. Kenzi isn't Bo's thrall and they've never had sex, and "sisters" is not a bond that the Fae respect.

Dyson dusts off his vest and helps a slightly tipsy Kenzi to her feet.

"You need to be more careful." Dyson is all broody seriousness.

"What? He was cute." Kenzi teeters on her black boots and smiles. "Besides D-Man, I got you to protect me."

Dyson rolls his eyes and leads her back into the Dahl, where Bo rushes over and checks her.

"Dammit Kenz, what happened?" Bo looks to Dyson who shrugs his shoulders.

"Sheesh, sorry. Who knew harpies were so handsy?" she sits at the bar, "C'mon Trick, beer me."

"We need to talk about this." Trick says, setting the drink down in front of Kenzi with a paternal shake of his head. "We all need to talk about this." He motions to Dyson, Kenzi and Bo. "The other Fae are going to keep after Kenzi as long as she's unclaimed. It's in their nature."

"I do not want to be some dudes midnight snack." Kenzi took a swig.

"I think we can all agree on that account. I take it, Bo, that you aren't interested in claiming Kenzi?" Trick looked to Bo.

"What does that entail, exactly?" Kenzi looked at Trick, who dropped his eyes a little bit. "What? A little soul sucking, some over the clothes petting. I think I could handle that. Hell, it could be a drinking game." Kenzi's jovial tone hid her real discomfort. She and Bo were close, but Kenzi didn't have an interest in her like that.

"You can't cheat your way around these things, Kenzi." Trick wiped the counter with a rag. "In order for the claim to be real and incontestable, you would have to..."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. Do the deed. The horizontal tango. Lose my lesbo v-card. Got it." Deciding this sort of thing was better handled drunk, Kenzi downed the rest of the beer. "OK, I need options here people."

"You need someone to claim you." Trick handed her another beer and she grabbed his wrist.

"What about you Trick? You can claim me, right? Can all Fae claim people? What is it with you all and owning people." Trick gently disentangled himself from Kenzi.

"Yes, almost all Fae can claim a human as property. But the last claim I laid was a long time ago, and the young man did not survive the process. I'm afraid I cannot do this for you Kenzi."

"I can do it." Dyson's gruff voice sent an unexpected shiver down Kenzi's spine. She had almost forgotten he was there.

Dyson had always been there for Kenzi. When she was sick and he helped her. When the mermaid had tried to coax her into the ocean, Dyson had been the one to bring her back to the earth. Even when she was mad at him, mad enough to sic Baba Yaga on him, that had been more of a chicks before dicks sort of thing than any real anger. Kenzi had really always been Team Dyson, after all.

Besides, the dude was studly.

"You haven't had a pack for a long time, Dyson." Trick took a long look at the lone wolf. "Are you sure you're ready for that sort of commitment."

"Commitment? What does he have to do?" Kenzi looked at them over her beer.

"By claiming you, marking you as my own, I'm vowing to protect you. Wolves have a tendency towards being a bit possessive." Dyson hadn't looked at her yet.

"But isn't that what we want? A protected whole Kenzi?" Kenzi smiled.

"What does Dyson's claiming involve?" Bo asked, from two stools down and Kenzi felt immediately bad for not considering her friends feelings on the matter. After all, Dyson was Bo's ex, the man who ran away with her heart (even if now she was knees deep in Dr. Mc Hot Pants territory). Bo looked to Kenzi and smiled, rubbing her shoulder reassuringly.

"sex, of course." Trick stopped at Kenzi's expression.

"What it is it with you Fae and your sex spells?" She faked shock, "I'm just apalled at the perverted company I keep."

"Sex can be the root of some very old magic. It makes perfect sense." Trick shrugged.

"Sex and then a bite." Dyson interjected.

"You have to go all wolfy and bite me." She shifted uncomfortably. "Like, bite me, bite me?"

"Yes." Dyson finally looked at her, and she remembered how attractive the wolf-man actually was. Tall and defined, with a feral look about him that really got her blood pumping. She felt safe with him, yeah, but hot too.

"I know I do the whole all black look, but I'm really not the whole pain with my sex type. Not a whips and chains kind of girl."

"You would like it." Dyson shrugged, looking far too casual for this topic of took a long pull on her second beer.

"He really is the best option." Kenzi was surprised to hear Bo say that.

"She's right. If anyone was to try and contest the claim, Dyson would be the best candidate for defending you. And he's got a long history. People know Dyson, and they know that he protects what is his." Trick started moving down the bar. "I'll be right back. I have some customers."

"I'm still a bit iffy on this whole belonging to someone thing. I don't mind playing second fiddle to Bo-I mean she's the badass succubus and I'm the awesome sidekick. Totes fine with that. But being owned? Eh, I'm not a dog." She looked at Dyson. "No offense."

"You don't have to decide now. There's no rush." Dyson picked up his beer and headed towards Hale, who was racking up some balls at the pool table and chatting up a slender blonde waitress. "Just keep my offer in mind."

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