BH Fic: open my heart and let it bleed onto yours (George/Mitchell)
I can’t remember the last time I watched an episode of anything and immediately sat down to write fic about it. It’s possible that’s never actually happened before, leave it to Being Human to break my heart so thoroughly I have to immediately write hurt/comfort sex to make myself feel better.
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Title: open my heart and let it bleed onto yours
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Rating: Hard R
Words: 281
Warnings: Sex, violent imagery.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Title from TV on the Radio’s “Wolf Like Me.”
Summary: Mitchell is tired of watching George slip away. AU after 2x04.
A/N: Yeah, so that episode just ripped my heart out. Damn show, hurt me a little more why don’t you?
The bars of the cage bite into Mitchell’s back and he catches the cold, metallic smell of his own blood in the air. George pushes against him desperately, his face pressed into the crook of Mitchell’s neck, teeth grazing the skin. Mitchell’s hand is wrapped around George’s cock, jerking his best mate off so maybe, just maybe, he can refrain from fantasizing about killing every delinquent teenager he meets tomorrow.
He can feel the rumble of a growl working its way through George’s chest and Mitchell quickens the rhythm of his hand.
“Stay with me, George,” Mitchell pleads.
“Fuck you,” George snarls and Mitchell flinches, wonders if his friend is still in there somewhere, if it will even be possible to bring him back again. The thought of losing him, of losing him like this, is too much for Mitchell. He squeezes George’s cock, ignoring how painfully hard his own is.
“That’s what I’m doing.”
Mitchell feels the sting of George’s teeth sinking into his neck right before George comes hot and sticky in Mitchell’s hand, his knees buckle and Mitchell tries to catch him, but George’s weight pulls them both to the cold floor.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t…God, Mitchell, I didn’t mean…”
George is whimpering, curling into himself. Mitchell pulls him closer, drops a soft kiss on George’s damp hair and it’s almost like he’s his old self again, the rage finally ebbing away.
“I know,” he says. “Don’t worry about it.”
Mitchell rocks slowly back and forth until he feels George’s body go slack in his arms, exhaustion finally getting the better of him.
“You’re going to be okay,” Mitchell whispers even as George growls softly in his sleep. “I promise.”
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Title: open my heart and let it bleed onto yours
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Rating: Hard R
Words: 281
Warnings: Sex, violent imagery.
Disclaimer: Not Mine. Title from TV on the Radio’s “Wolf Like Me.”
Summary: Mitchell is tired of watching George slip away. AU after 2x04.
A/N: Yeah, so that episode just ripped my heart out. Damn show, hurt me a little more why don’t you?
The bars of the cage bite into Mitchell’s back and he catches the cold, metallic smell of his own blood in the air. George pushes against him desperately, his face pressed into the crook of Mitchell’s neck, teeth grazing the skin. Mitchell’s hand is wrapped around George’s cock, jerking his best mate off so maybe, just maybe, he can refrain from fantasizing about killing every delinquent teenager he meets tomorrow.
He can feel the rumble of a growl working its way through George’s chest and Mitchell quickens the rhythm of his hand.
“Stay with me, George,” Mitchell pleads.
“Fuck you,” George snarls and Mitchell flinches, wonders if his friend is still in there somewhere, if it will even be possible to bring him back again. The thought of losing him, of losing him like this, is too much for Mitchell. He squeezes George’s cock, ignoring how painfully hard his own is.
“That’s what I’m doing.”
Mitchell feels the sting of George’s teeth sinking into his neck right before George comes hot and sticky in Mitchell’s hand, his knees buckle and Mitchell tries to catch him, but George’s weight pulls them both to the cold floor.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t…God, Mitchell, I didn’t mean…”
George is whimpering, curling into himself. Mitchell pulls him closer, drops a soft kiss on George’s damp hair and it’s almost like he’s his old self again, the rage finally ebbing away.
“I know,” he says. “Don’t worry about it.”
Mitchell rocks slowly back and forth until he feels George’s body go slack in his arms, exhaustion finally getting the better of him.
“You’re going to be okay,” Mitchell whispers even as George growls softly in his sleep. “I promise.”