Fic: Time of the Month
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ru_salki99 for this!
Title: Time of the Month
Fandom: Being Human
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Disclaimer: Not mine, but willing to go into negotiations with them.
Summary: Mitchell and George and Annie have a secret. From George.
Time of the Month
Mitchell growled as he felt the rough hands clench his shoulders. Impatient as always, Mitchell thought with a smirk. They tussled for control, Mitchell the clear winner, the older and wiser. Though, he had been known to give in to his partner. And George had been known to take him by surprise, on occasion.
Sweaty and exhausted, but Jesus, saintly Christ, still hard and desperate for more. These were the moments when the vampire was actually grateful he only got to have this once a month. He was pretty sure any more than that and it might actually kill him. Demon or no.
How archetypal a death that would be for a vampire? Lost to the gluttony in debauchery.
But what a way to go!
Sex with George was always intense. Intense and burning and something else…
Mitchell has tried everything before, most things more than once but sex with George, sweet, innocent, naïve George was something else entirely.
An experience not to be missed and to be repeated as often as possible. Who was Mitchell kidding, if he could get this every day and every night and any spare moment in between he would glad take it. Whether, or actually despite the fact it would lead to an inevitable final death.
Eventually, and mostly because George is unconscious, they are collapsed, in each other’s arms. Entangled and twisted beyond the ability to tell where one starts and the other ends.
Mitchell smiles and rests his head onto his lover’s chest. By morning they will have, somehow, rearranged themselves, reversed their positions. Mitchell will wake to find George snuggled down in his arms, resting against his own chest.
For now, Mitchell will enjoy being embraced.
The smile doesn’t fade and the vampire wakes with it still on his face. Also, to George in his arms. The smile on Mitchell’s face now is indulgent, as he gently strokes his fingers through the young werewolf’s hair and across his cheeks.
The door opens as Annie lets herself in but Mitchell doesn’t even spare her a glance. Too concentrated on getting as much of George, in the morning after, as he can.
“You will need to tell him, eventually, you know.”
“Not now, Annie.”
“Don’t you think he deserves to know?” She sits beside their feet on the bed, well not really, but her ghostly form settles there. He can almost feel the pressure of her there but he’s wise enough to know that’s only his own perceptions trying to make sense of her presence.
“He wants normal.”
She snorts at that. “And you encourage him! You sent him after that girl, that…”
“Julia,” Mitchell helpfully supplies, finally looking at her.
“Right, Julia. You sent him after her, but you knew, you knew she couldn’t handle it. You knew she find out and she couldn’t handle it. And that she’d leave him.”
There a few minutes silence, where Mitchell has gone back to his contemplation of the young man in his arms and Annie looks on, expression show a strange hunger. Almost like she’d like to join in the gentle caresses and soothing noises meant to keep George asleep and peaceful.
“You hurt him, Mitchell.”
“No!” The loud protest stirs George, but more soothing from his lover sends the werewolf back into his dreams without him ever fully awaking. After he’s settled, Mitchell glares at an apologetic looking Annie. “I never hurt him. Never. I wouldn’t even have him if he didn’t want me. But, he does and he’s mine-”
“And you set him up to lose his Julia!” she hisses back.
“She’s not his Julia. Hasn’t been for a long time. Since longer than he’s been my George even. But in his mind, that’s how he always thought of her. He still wanted a future with her. He needed to move past that. Move on.”
“To you?”
“Yes.” Mitchell’s smirk is full of self-confidence and then he shakes his head. “She could have proved me wrong, if she had then I would have stepped back. I would have given him up. I only want him to be happy.”
“And you’d still get him back after she dies.”
He laughs and she smirks. “Yes, well I do have time on my side and I can be very patient. I have been already. She is his past. His human future.”
“Aren’t you the one who says he should remember his human life? Keep it a part of him?”
“Part of him, yes. Not the whole of him. He needs to adapt to who he is now.”
“What makes you think he hasn’t, isn’t?”
He turns back to George. “If he had, was, this wouldn’t ever happen.”
“This? But you said this was an instinct.”
“It is. But if he and the wolf were more balanced, more integrated George would be in control and he’d never let this happen. He’s not ready for this.”
“Are you?” Mitchell’s gaze shoots back to her. “Every month you get more and more eager. And you keep him in bed longer and longer.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“He’s got work in an hour. He should be back in his own bed by now. Unless you plan on telling him?”
“Eh, no. But give me a break, Annie. I only get him one night a month. The night of the New Moon, when his instincts take over and demands he finds his mate. One night a month that he won’t even remember.”
“Mitchell-”
“No. I put up with everything from him and all I get is him. In my life, in my home and, for one night a month, in my bed. If I want the afterglow to last a couple of hours then don’t you think I deserve that?”
Annie sighs. “I’m not blaming you, Mitchell. Just saying, is all. One of these months he’s going to wake up in your bed, the whole room smelling of sex and he won’t forgive you.”
“Of course he will. He’ll still come back the next month. He needs me.”
“And that’s what you want? Him to come to you because he needs to?”
“Oh, stop it, Annie. It is way too early for philosophising! Alright, fine- I’ll move him.” He presses a kiss to George’s head, eyes closed as he smells them together on George’s skin- really only George’s many self-delusions can be keeping this a secret. Then, he gets out from under the boy and lifts him into his arms. He nods at Annie, who holds the door for him and takes George back to his own bed.
Tucked in and still out like a light, George snuggles under his blanket. Sighing softly, contentedly, as Mitchell presses a kiss to his lips before leaving the room.
Annie watches the whole thing and stretches her arm out to Mitchell as he closes George’s bedroom door behind him. The hands rest millimetres from Mitchell’s flesh, the closest the ghost can get to a reassuring touch. “I’m sorry.”
Mitchell meets her eyes and smiles, then looks back at the door. “Me too.” Then he walks to the bathroom, suddenly desperate to get rid of the smell of them on himself.
Annie watches him go and then enters Mitchell’s bedroom. She opens the windows and strips the bed. Fresh linen is already laid out.
This is a routine for them now, and the only comfort Annie can offer her friend.
ru_salki99 for this!
Title: Time of the Month
Fandom: Being Human
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Disclaimer: Not mine, but willing to go into negotiations with them.
Summary: Mitchell and George and Annie have a secret. From George.
Time of the Month
Mitchell growled as he felt the rough hands clench his shoulders. Impatient as always, Mitchell thought with a smirk. They tussled for control, Mitchell the clear winner, the older and wiser. Though, he had been known to give in to his partner. And George had been known to take him by surprise, on occasion.
Sweaty and exhausted, but Jesus, saintly Christ, still hard and desperate for more. These were the moments when the vampire was actually grateful he only got to have this once a month. He was pretty sure any more than that and it might actually kill him. Demon or no.
How archetypal a death that would be for a vampire? Lost to the gluttony in debauchery.
But what a way to go!
Sex with George was always intense. Intense and burning and something else…
Mitchell has tried everything before, most things more than once but sex with George, sweet, innocent, naïve George was something else entirely.
An experience not to be missed and to be repeated as often as possible. Who was Mitchell kidding, if he could get this every day and every night and any spare moment in between he would glad take it. Whether, or actually despite the fact it would lead to an inevitable final death.
Eventually, and mostly because George is unconscious, they are collapsed, in each other’s arms. Entangled and twisted beyond the ability to tell where one starts and the other ends.
Mitchell smiles and rests his head onto his lover’s chest. By morning they will have, somehow, rearranged themselves, reversed their positions. Mitchell will wake to find George snuggled down in his arms, resting against his own chest.
For now, Mitchell will enjoy being embraced.
The smile doesn’t fade and the vampire wakes with it still on his face. Also, to George in his arms. The smile on Mitchell’s face now is indulgent, as he gently strokes his fingers through the young werewolf’s hair and across his cheeks.
The door opens as Annie lets herself in but Mitchell doesn’t even spare her a glance. Too concentrated on getting as much of George, in the morning after, as he can.
“You will need to tell him, eventually, you know.”
“Not now, Annie.”
“Don’t you think he deserves to know?” She sits beside their feet on the bed, well not really, but her ghostly form settles there. He can almost feel the pressure of her there but he’s wise enough to know that’s only his own perceptions trying to make sense of her presence.
“He wants normal.”
She snorts at that. “And you encourage him! You sent him after that girl, that…”
“Julia,” Mitchell helpfully supplies, finally looking at her.
“Right, Julia. You sent him after her, but you knew, you knew she couldn’t handle it. You knew she find out and she couldn’t handle it. And that she’d leave him.”
There a few minutes silence, where Mitchell has gone back to his contemplation of the young man in his arms and Annie looks on, expression show a strange hunger. Almost like she’d like to join in the gentle caresses and soothing noises meant to keep George asleep and peaceful.
“You hurt him, Mitchell.”
“No!” The loud protest stirs George, but more soothing from his lover sends the werewolf back into his dreams without him ever fully awaking. After he’s settled, Mitchell glares at an apologetic looking Annie. “I never hurt him. Never. I wouldn’t even have him if he didn’t want me. But, he does and he’s mine-”
“And you set him up to lose his Julia!” she hisses back.
“She’s not his Julia. Hasn’t been for a long time. Since longer than he’s been my George even. But in his mind, that’s how he always thought of her. He still wanted a future with her. He needed to move past that. Move on.”
“To you?”
“Yes.” Mitchell’s smirk is full of self-confidence and then he shakes his head. “She could have proved me wrong, if she had then I would have stepped back. I would have given him up. I only want him to be happy.”
“And you’d still get him back after she dies.”
He laughs and she smirks. “Yes, well I do have time on my side and I can be very patient. I have been already. She is his past. His human future.”
“Aren’t you the one who says he should remember his human life? Keep it a part of him?”
“Part of him, yes. Not the whole of him. He needs to adapt to who he is now.”
“What makes you think he hasn’t, isn’t?”
He turns back to George. “If he had, was, this wouldn’t ever happen.”
“This? But you said this was an instinct.”
“It is. But if he and the wolf were more balanced, more integrated George would be in control and he’d never let this happen. He’s not ready for this.”
“Are you?” Mitchell’s gaze shoots back to her. “Every month you get more and more eager. And you keep him in bed longer and longer.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“He’s got work in an hour. He should be back in his own bed by now. Unless you plan on telling him?”
“Eh, no. But give me a break, Annie. I only get him one night a month. The night of the New Moon, when his instincts take over and demands he finds his mate. One night a month that he won’t even remember.”
“Mitchell-”
“No. I put up with everything from him and all I get is him. In my life, in my home and, for one night a month, in my bed. If I want the afterglow to last a couple of hours then don’t you think I deserve that?”
Annie sighs. “I’m not blaming you, Mitchell. Just saying, is all. One of these months he’s going to wake up in your bed, the whole room smelling of sex and he won’t forgive you.”
“Of course he will. He’ll still come back the next month. He needs me.”
“And that’s what you want? Him to come to you because he needs to?”
“Oh, stop it, Annie. It is way too early for philosophising! Alright, fine- I’ll move him.” He presses a kiss to George’s head, eyes closed as he smells them together on George’s skin- really only George’s many self-delusions can be keeping this a secret. Then, he gets out from under the boy and lifts him into his arms. He nods at Annie, who holds the door for him and takes George back to his own bed.
Tucked in and still out like a light, George snuggles under his blanket. Sighing softly, contentedly, as Mitchell presses a kiss to his lips before leaving the room.
Annie watches the whole thing and stretches her arm out to Mitchell as he closes George’s bedroom door behind him. The hands rest millimetres from Mitchell’s flesh, the closest the ghost can get to a reassuring touch. “I’m sorry.”
Mitchell meets her eyes and smiles, then looks back at the door. “Me too.” Then he walks to the bathroom, suddenly desperate to get rid of the smell of them on himself.
Annie watches him go and then enters Mitchell’s bedroom. She opens the windows and strips the bed. Fresh linen is already laid out.
This is a routine for them now, and the only comfort Annie can offer her friend.