Fic: How To Save A Life
Title: How To Save A Life
Author: mummyluvr314
Fandom: Being Human US
Rating: R
Summary: Certain plants have unpleasant effects on vampires. Garlic reveals them for what they are, juniper allows rigor mortis to temporarily set in, and a hearty dose of ginseng results in what Bishop used to refer to as “fuck or dust.” You can all see where this is going, right?
A/N: So last night I was watching TV and wondered why no one’s written fuck or die for this show. Ginseng, as it turns out, can be used as an aphrodisiac and to treat erectile dysfunction, and it fits in with the BH vamps’ weird aversion to plant life. I apologize.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the show or the characters.
“You drugged me?”
It was the moments like this that reminded Aidan why he’d been so desperate to get out. The lying, the scheming, the manipulation. That damned pokerface that Bishop could pull so well. Sometimes it seemed like the older vampire didn’t even need to blink.
“Well?”
Bishop shrugged. “Some ginseng might have accidentally made its way into Thalia’s bloodstream. How I was I to know she makes regular trips to the local GNC?”
“You screen all of them,” Aidan hissed through clenched teeth. The room was starting to grow too hot for his comfort.
“Maybe if you hadn’t gone on a bender…”
“You were trying to teach me a lesson?” He squirmed. “By drugging me?”
“We both know it’s not fatal.”
A bead of sweat worked its way slowly down to the small of Aidan’s back. “Yes, it is.”
“Not necessarily.”
And was that a grin? Was he enjoying this? “I’m leaving,” Aidan announced, turning stiffly and walking toward the door.
“And where will you go?” Bishop called after him. “Back to your dog? Are you really going to drag him into this? Even I don’t think he deserves what we both know you’ll do to him.”
The younger vampire stopped in his tracks. He really hated when Bishop was right. He had no way of knowing just how much of the herb he’d accidentally ingested, so he had no way of knowing how severe the effects would be. It could be anything from a small annoyance that he could take care of himself (probably not) to a full-on burning heat that wouldn’t extinguish until blood and certain other bodily fluids were spilled (knowing Bishop, the most likely course of action).
“Let me guess,” he said, “you’re going to make the big sacrifice and help me out?”
“What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t?”
Aidan sighed and turned to see the older man sitting on the edge of his desk. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
They were nose-to-nose in an instant, Bishop smiling down at him with something dark and dangerous in his eyes. “See if I ever do anything nice for you again.” There was a hand on his neck, thumb tracing delicately across his jaw, too-hot skin on too-hot skin. Aidan swallowed.
“You drugged yourself.” There was a hum against his skin as a mouth replaced the hand, which moved to tangle in his hair. “What if I’d left?”
“Then there really wouldn’t be a reason, would there?” The words were murmured into his neck, each one punctuated by the slide of fangs over sweat-slicked skin.
The response was just vague enough to send shivers down his spine, though it might have been the drug. Or the tongue laving over the spot where Aidan’s shoulder met his neck. Or the sudden chill that blew across his skin as his shirt was ripped from his body.
Any of those things could have done it.
Aidan wasn’t really in the mood to think about it too much. He wasn’t really in the mood to do anything but blindly follow as Bishop hooked two fingers through his belt loop and tugged him toward one of the hearses parked at the far-edge of the garage. He fumbled the door open and shoved Aidan into the back of the car, pausing to strip his own shirt off before joining him.
“Isn’t this a little creepy?” the younger man asked.
“You like creepy.”
It almost gave him pause, the similarity to Josh’s words on the day they’d truly started their new life of attempted normalcy. It probably would’ve given him pause if the burning hadn’t started low and deep in his gut, wrenching forth a groan and making his eyes slide black.
Bishop smiled, looming over him. “You’re beautiful like this.”
Aidan reached up and fisted a hand in that ridiculous hair, pulling the other vampire close and crashing their mouths together, fangs out, drawing blood. He thought he heard Bishop laugh. He thought he heard a zipper.
Drinking live, even from another vampire, was a rush. Factor in the age and power differences, the fact that Bishop’s blood was already coursing through his veins, and Aidan had the perfect recipe for orgasm from a single kiss. It was smooth and heady and dulled the pain that threatened to spread from his midsection if he went much longer without being touched.
His head fell back against the floor with a hollow thud, his grip on the other vampire loosening as Bishop sucked his way from Aidan’s mouth to his throat. Fangs scraped across over-sensitized skin as a hand worked its way slowly into his boxers, drawing him out into the chill basement air.
He gasped at the touch, arching into the body above him hard enough to help puncture the skin of his neck. “What about you?”
The only reply was a murmur and an increase of the suction on his throat.
“Fuck,” Aidan gasped as Bishop’s wrist twisted and his tongue worked over the bite. “Or dust.”
Bishop pulled back and stared at him with black eyes, blood ringing his lips. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
Aidan blinked, something about the words making him fight his way up through the haze of the drug. “What?”
Then there was a tongue in his mouth and a hand on his cock and that burning deep in his gut, and all he could do was lie there as Bishop went back to work, but it nagged at him, something about that last statement refusing to sit right, and he finally pulled himself away. He pushed the older vampire off and flipped them, wincing as Bishop’s arm hit the window hard enough to crack it.
“What?” he asked again, straddling the blond, fingers clenching on his chest.
“It’s what you wanted,” Bishop panted, squirming under him. “Right?”
“You’re gonna die?”
The older man surged up suddenly, reaching out to cup a hand around the back of Aidan’s neck to pull him down until their noses were touching. “You’re not.”
Aidan jerked back, ignoring the pain as his head hit the roof of the car. “What did you do?”
Bishop licked his lips, gazing up at the younger man with eyes that were suddenly too blue. “I just wanted to make you happy one more time.” He reached up and tugged on the other man’s wrist, pulling him down and carding gentle fingers through his hair. “Let me make you happy, Aidan.”
It had never really occurred to him to wonder why Bishop did the things he did. All the deceit, the mind games, the plans and plots. They had all seemed pointless until that moment. It had all been aimed at him, geared toward getting him back, making him healthy and strong. He’d thought he was meant to be a soldier in a ridiculous war that they had no hope of winning, but it had all been about one last-ditch effort at happiness together.
Everything Bishop did, he did for Aidan. That included dying.
Because it was what Aidan wanted.
He went pliant after that, letting Bishop pull him down into another kiss as the heat rushing through him fought to push all rational thought from his mind. He felt his eyes flood black again, felt his fangs slide into place, and pulled away to bury his teeth in the other vampire’s neck.
Bishop gasped and bucked up against him, and Aidan used the momentary distraction to rip the older man’s pants open and shove them down. He felt his maker swallow hard and smiled, running fingers hooked into claws down toned legs. He paused when he felt himself scratching away ash, the reality of the situation finally, truly hitting home.
He acted without thinking after that, shoving the older vampire’s legs apart with dirty hands and driving into him hard. Bishop growled, clawing at Aidan’s back and scrambling for purchase as the younger man pulled out of his neck and pushed into his body.
It was rough and painful and bloody, the way it always had been between them, a play for power as each man struggled to gain the upper hand, to incite more pleasure, draw the most blood. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing, what with all the distractions in his life. Kicking the habit, leaving the group, trying to fit in: they masked the low thud of pain that came from being separated from this addiction, and Aidan had to wonder how Bishop had managed so long without it.
The act was perfect in its brutality, the joint blood rushing through their veins, and the burning ache where they were joined that started to fade as the heat that had been coiling within him since his last trip to the blood den began to concentrate low in his stomach. Aidan let out a low gasp in warning before he came, locking eyes with Bishop as the older man arched up off the floor to take it before joining him in release.
He collapsed after that, falling into the sticky wet spot on Bishop’s stomach, too exhausted to care. Arms wrapped around him, one hand splaying across the small of his back as the other worked its way through his hair.
“Happy?” Bishop asked.
Aidan smiled against his chest and closed his eyes, feeling himself starting to drift as the herb worked its way completely out of his system. He was content, if not happy, for the moment. It felt like a truce of sorts, a peace offering, a chance to go back to the way things were before girlfriends and werewolves and Boston got in the way.
“Happy,” Bishop whispered into his hair, and it sounded like a promise.
Author: mummyluvr314
Fandom: Being Human US
Rating: R
Summary: Certain plants have unpleasant effects on vampires. Garlic reveals them for what they are, juniper allows rigor mortis to temporarily set in, and a hearty dose of ginseng results in what Bishop used to refer to as “fuck or dust.” You can all see where this is going, right?
A/N: So last night I was watching TV and wondered why no one’s written fuck or die for this show. Ginseng, as it turns out, can be used as an aphrodisiac and to treat erectile dysfunction, and it fits in with the BH vamps’ weird aversion to plant life. I apologize.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the show or the characters.
“You drugged me?”
It was the moments like this that reminded Aidan why he’d been so desperate to get out. The lying, the scheming, the manipulation. That damned pokerface that Bishop could pull so well. Sometimes it seemed like the older vampire didn’t even need to blink.
“Well?”
Bishop shrugged. “Some ginseng might have accidentally made its way into Thalia’s bloodstream. How I was I to know she makes regular trips to the local GNC?”
“You screen all of them,” Aidan hissed through clenched teeth. The room was starting to grow too hot for his comfort.
“Maybe if you hadn’t gone on a bender…”
“You were trying to teach me a lesson?” He squirmed. “By drugging me?”
“We both know it’s not fatal.”
A bead of sweat worked its way slowly down to the small of Aidan’s back. “Yes, it is.”
“Not necessarily.”
And was that a grin? Was he enjoying this? “I’m leaving,” Aidan announced, turning stiffly and walking toward the door.
“And where will you go?” Bishop called after him. “Back to your dog? Are you really going to drag him into this? Even I don’t think he deserves what we both know you’ll do to him.”
The younger vampire stopped in his tracks. He really hated when Bishop was right. He had no way of knowing just how much of the herb he’d accidentally ingested, so he had no way of knowing how severe the effects would be. It could be anything from a small annoyance that he could take care of himself (probably not) to a full-on burning heat that wouldn’t extinguish until blood and certain other bodily fluids were spilled (knowing Bishop, the most likely course of action).
“Let me guess,” he said, “you’re going to make the big sacrifice and help me out?”
“What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t?”
Aidan sighed and turned to see the older man sitting on the edge of his desk. “You’re a bastard, you know that?”
They were nose-to-nose in an instant, Bishop smiling down at him with something dark and dangerous in his eyes. “See if I ever do anything nice for you again.” There was a hand on his neck, thumb tracing delicately across his jaw, too-hot skin on too-hot skin. Aidan swallowed.
“You drugged yourself.” There was a hum against his skin as a mouth replaced the hand, which moved to tangle in his hair. “What if I’d left?”
“Then there really wouldn’t be a reason, would there?” The words were murmured into his neck, each one punctuated by the slide of fangs over sweat-slicked skin.
The response was just vague enough to send shivers down his spine, though it might have been the drug. Or the tongue laving over the spot where Aidan’s shoulder met his neck. Or the sudden chill that blew across his skin as his shirt was ripped from his body.
Any of those things could have done it.
Aidan wasn’t really in the mood to think about it too much. He wasn’t really in the mood to do anything but blindly follow as Bishop hooked two fingers through his belt loop and tugged him toward one of the hearses parked at the far-edge of the garage. He fumbled the door open and shoved Aidan into the back of the car, pausing to strip his own shirt off before joining him.
“Isn’t this a little creepy?” the younger man asked.
“You like creepy.”
It almost gave him pause, the similarity to Josh’s words on the day they’d truly started their new life of attempted normalcy. It probably would’ve given him pause if the burning hadn’t started low and deep in his gut, wrenching forth a groan and making his eyes slide black.
Bishop smiled, looming over him. “You’re beautiful like this.”
Aidan reached up and fisted a hand in that ridiculous hair, pulling the other vampire close and crashing their mouths together, fangs out, drawing blood. He thought he heard Bishop laugh. He thought he heard a zipper.
Drinking live, even from another vampire, was a rush. Factor in the age and power differences, the fact that Bishop’s blood was already coursing through his veins, and Aidan had the perfect recipe for orgasm from a single kiss. It was smooth and heady and dulled the pain that threatened to spread from his midsection if he went much longer without being touched.
His head fell back against the floor with a hollow thud, his grip on the other vampire loosening as Bishop sucked his way from Aidan’s mouth to his throat. Fangs scraped across over-sensitized skin as a hand worked its way slowly into his boxers, drawing him out into the chill basement air.
He gasped at the touch, arching into the body above him hard enough to help puncture the skin of his neck. “What about you?”
The only reply was a murmur and an increase of the suction on his throat.
“Fuck,” Aidan gasped as Bishop’s wrist twisted and his tongue worked over the bite. “Or dust.”
Bishop pulled back and stared at him with black eyes, blood ringing his lips. “I thought that was what you wanted.”
Aidan blinked, something about the words making him fight his way up through the haze of the drug. “What?”
Then there was a tongue in his mouth and a hand on his cock and that burning deep in his gut, and all he could do was lie there as Bishop went back to work, but it nagged at him, something about that last statement refusing to sit right, and he finally pulled himself away. He pushed the older vampire off and flipped them, wincing as Bishop’s arm hit the window hard enough to crack it.
“What?” he asked again, straddling the blond, fingers clenching on his chest.
“It’s what you wanted,” Bishop panted, squirming under him. “Right?”
“You’re gonna die?”
The older man surged up suddenly, reaching out to cup a hand around the back of Aidan’s neck to pull him down until their noses were touching. “You’re not.”
Aidan jerked back, ignoring the pain as his head hit the roof of the car. “What did you do?”
Bishop licked his lips, gazing up at the younger man with eyes that were suddenly too blue. “I just wanted to make you happy one more time.” He reached up and tugged on the other man’s wrist, pulling him down and carding gentle fingers through his hair. “Let me make you happy, Aidan.”
It had never really occurred to him to wonder why Bishop did the things he did. All the deceit, the mind games, the plans and plots. They had all seemed pointless until that moment. It had all been aimed at him, geared toward getting him back, making him healthy and strong. He’d thought he was meant to be a soldier in a ridiculous war that they had no hope of winning, but it had all been about one last-ditch effort at happiness together.
Everything Bishop did, he did for Aidan. That included dying.
Because it was what Aidan wanted.
He went pliant after that, letting Bishop pull him down into another kiss as the heat rushing through him fought to push all rational thought from his mind. He felt his eyes flood black again, felt his fangs slide into place, and pulled away to bury his teeth in the other vampire’s neck.
Bishop gasped and bucked up against him, and Aidan used the momentary distraction to rip the older man’s pants open and shove them down. He felt his maker swallow hard and smiled, running fingers hooked into claws down toned legs. He paused when he felt himself scratching away ash, the reality of the situation finally, truly hitting home.
He acted without thinking after that, shoving the older vampire’s legs apart with dirty hands and driving into him hard. Bishop growled, clawing at Aidan’s back and scrambling for purchase as the younger man pulled out of his neck and pushed into his body.
It was rough and painful and bloody, the way it always had been between them, a play for power as each man struggled to gain the upper hand, to incite more pleasure, draw the most blood. It was something he hadn’t realized he’d been missing, what with all the distractions in his life. Kicking the habit, leaving the group, trying to fit in: they masked the low thud of pain that came from being separated from this addiction, and Aidan had to wonder how Bishop had managed so long without it.
The act was perfect in its brutality, the joint blood rushing through their veins, and the burning ache where they were joined that started to fade as the heat that had been coiling within him since his last trip to the blood den began to concentrate low in his stomach. Aidan let out a low gasp in warning before he came, locking eyes with Bishop as the older man arched up off the floor to take it before joining him in release.
He collapsed after that, falling into the sticky wet spot on Bishop’s stomach, too exhausted to care. Arms wrapped around him, one hand splaying across the small of his back as the other worked its way through his hair.
“Happy?” Bishop asked.
Aidan smiled against his chest and closed his eyes, feeling himself starting to drift as the herb worked its way completely out of his system. He was content, if not happy, for the moment. It felt like a truce of sorts, a peace offering, a chance to go back to the way things were before girlfriends and werewolves and Boston got in the way.
“Happy,” Bishop whispered into his hair, and it sounded like a promise.