fic
title: Penance
author: saraid
fandom: Being Human
pairing: George/Mitchell/Nina
rating: NC17
word count: 2516
warnings: bdsm, blood
disclaimer: i own none of these characters. not for profit.
notes: found a beta, found a beta, found a beeeta just now... mamadeb1963 did the honors and she liked it, so i guess it's okay. i wanted to write something darker after the series two finale. i may have watched it too many times.
“George?” Nina’s voice called through the house they shared now, in the middle of nowhere. “I think I’ve got a shot at this visiting nurse thing, they’ve not had any other applicants - George?” she waited for a second in the kitchen, her eyes straying to the telly. The telly that didn’t work except as a supernatural conduit for Annie, the one time they had seen her. It had been two months since that night, and nothing had changed. George worked double shifts at the café to keep them in groceries, Nina looked for a nursing job that would forgive the abrupt fashion in which she’d left her last one, as well as giving her those fantastically important three nights a month off…and Mitchell moped. Moped, sulked, brooded, and generally made a pathetic nuisance of himself. Nina got it, she really did - he’d fallen in love, been betrayed by the woman he loved, lost his coven and his best friend of a hundred years *and* fallen off the wagon in spectacular fashion - there was certainly reason to mope. But truly, she’d thought he’d be up and after a way to get Annie back, not wallowing like he was.
“George?” she called again, averting her eyes from the telly with determination. She had good news, she’d rushed home to tell it, skipping the other chores she should have done, and he should be here -
“Nina!” she’d heard that tone of panic before. But never coming from Mitchell’s room.
Dropping her bag, she printed through the hallway to grab the handle and throw open the door.
Then she stood, dumbfounded.
“Nina…” George said again, weakly.
“I suppose I should have expected this,” she said thoughtfully, wondering at the lack of anger in her voice. Shock, she told herself. It’s shock. It has nothing to do with how bloody hot that is…
Mitchell was spread-eagled across his bed, the covers ruched and messy, as always. On his stomach, hands and feet tied at the corners. Stark naked. Blindfolded.
“Harder, George,” he moaned now, as if he hadn’t even heard her. “It’s not enough. George, please. Harder.”
And George with his bid ol’ cock up Mitchell’s ass, Mitchell bleeding from a series of long, parallel gouges down his back and sides.
“It’s not enough,” Mitchell panted. “Please, George.”
“I - Nina.” George’s hands flexed helplessly on Mitchell’s hips. “Mitchell, it’s Nina.”
“She won’t care. She’d probably line up to help. You have to do it *harder*, George. Make me feel it!”
“Nina does care,” she said, walking to the head of the bed and grabbing Mitchell by his hair. She yanked his head up. It lolled, his mouth bleeding where he’d bitten through his lips. “Nina cares very much.”
“Shit,” George said softly. He slid out of Mitchell, who made a whining noise and pulled with his head, stretching the hair tight, making his neck bend at a painful angle. “Nina. I can explain.”
“You keep saying my name, like it means something.” She shoved Mitchell’s head down and was startled to hear him moan - in appreciation? He liked that? Looking at the blood from George’s claws, she had to wonder.
“It does, it does, I just - he needed -“ George pulled the sheet from under Mitchell, who was still whimpering, and tried to wrap himself in it, but his hands were shaking.
“How long has this been going on?” she was still so calm, and it shocked her. She should be screaming, throwing things, running away - to where? There was nowhere to go.
“Since we met,” George admitted, shamefaced.
“Since we met, you and I, or since…?”
“Since I met Mitchell. Since I became a werewolf.”
Nonplussed, she said the first things that came to mind; “So I should get tested then? For the virus?”
Startled, George stopped approaching her and shook his head a little. “No. He - Mitchell, they - they can’t catch anything like that. Or this.” He gestured at himself and then, hesitantly, at Nina.
“So you love him.”
“No!”
Mitchell made a high-pitched sound of pain.
“I mean yes! Yes, I love you, Mitchell -“ he backtracked to put a hand on Mitchell’s back, and the agitated vampire calmed slightly. “But I’m in love with you,, Nina. I have been forever. You know that. I never stopped loving you.”
“Then why the bloody hell are you shagging *him*?”
George shrugged, blushing from his forehead to his nipples. Nine watched it, mildly amused.
“Because he needs it. He needs - the pain. To be taken over; to let someone else be in control sometimes. Ivan used to do it - was better at it than I am -“
Mitchell made an indecipherable noise; George stroked his back, soothing him. “It’s true, I’m rubbish, I can’t hurt you the way you want to be hurt, I’m sorry about that -“ and Nina had to interrupt.
“How does he want to be hurt?”
Still looking at Mitchell, petting him, one hand going to his face and rubbing at his temple, where the blindfold cut into him, George sighed.
“He likes…to be beaten. To help him control himself. Or, now, as penance.”
“Penance.”
The feeling of calm expanded inside her, filled her.
“For his sins.”
“For the people he killed,” Nina said. “A pound of flesh.”
“Yes.” George was staring at her now.
There was a sense of rightness to it. For everything she’d lost, everything she’d given up. For the reality she now inhabited. It wasn’t Mitchell’s fault, but he had certainly spread his share of pain.
“I can do that.”
George stared harder. There were tears in his eyes. She wondered what he thought of her now. But he surprised her again, as he was wont to do.
“Would you?” he said gratefully. “I just…can’t.”
“If Mitchell’s alright with it.”
George lifted Mitchell’s head much as she had done, but he was gentler, far more careful. Nina wondered if she might go too far. How badly she might hurt George’s best friend, if she let even some of the rage out. But Mitchell knew rage. He claimed it was God’s own, and who was to say he was wrong? Not her.
Never her.
“Mitchell, love,” George’s voice was shaking. “Would that help? She’s very strong, Nina is. She could give you a proper thrashing.”
Mitchell was yanking his head around.
“Yes, yes, yes, please George. You fuck me and Nina can whip me and I - I “ words seemed to escape him and he began to shake. “Please George. Please N-Ni-Nina.”
He had so much trouble getting her name out she wondered is he’d ever thought of saying it in this context. For all the rumors about vampires, Mitchell had never seemed predatory in a sexual way. He was actually a bit tame, apart from the blood.
“What shall I use?” she asked quietly.
“Belt!” Mitchell gasped.
“His belt,” George added. “We dropped it -“ he pointed to the other side of the bed. Nina walked around to get it, giving George a hip-bump on the way.
“Better get to work on your half, luv,” she taunted. He flushed scarlet and dropped the sheet, taking his cock in hand. Nina almost balked when she realized that there was blood on it. Mitchell’s blood, and the fact that he wanted to be taken dry didn’t surprise her, now anymore.
The belt was thin, black leather, and would make a fine whip. She lifted it, doubled it over and gave a couple of practice swings. Mitchell must have heard the whistling, because he began to whimper.
She looked at George, who was growing thick and heavy again. Whatever he said, this did something for him, too.
“It’s alright,” he told her, holding her eyes with his own. “I didn’t believe him at first. This is really what he wants. He’ll…feel better afterwards.”
“You start.”
He edged up to the bed and Mitchell’s whimpering increased in volume. Taking hold of his hips, George pulled him back into position. Nina could see his cock, and Mitchell’s cock, hard and red, hanging beneath him. It wasn’t something she’d ever expected to see, despite his notorious lack of modesty.
Mitchell was still shaking.
“See if you can time it, to the exact moment I -?”
She nodded, lifted the belt and got ready. George lined himself up and pulled Mitchell’s ass back hard, onto his cock. At the same time Nina brought the belt down on his back as hard as she could.
Mitchell howled. George set a steady pace and Nina kept up with him, letting herself access the wolf just enough to keep going, to put some bite in her blows. He bucked and thrashed and finally, after what felt like an eternity, Mitchell fell limp in his restraints. He lay on the bed, bleeding - she really hadn’t held back - and gasping and…crying?
George leaned over him, covering Mitchell with his taller body, his hands still holding him in place, but the pace changed.
“There, love. There, is that better? Do you feel better now? That’s a love, let it all out…”
Confused, but turned on and feeling the need to be close to someone, Nina stripped off her clothes, trying not to see the blood that speckled them. Mitchell’s blood, given in penance. She’d taken that pound of flesh and more. Naked, she cuddled close to him on the bed, and George reached out for her. Their hands linked and she felt the bubble inside her deflate, as if it had never been. No hysterics, no drama; just helping the man she loved help his friend, who’d been so badly hurt over the years it was a wonder he even tried at all.
“Untie him,” George whispered, and Nina reached up. The knots in the old rope were basic, Mitchell could have gotten out of them anytime he wanted. His hands were twisted around them where he’d hung on. It only took a few tugs and the first one was free; she looked down and saw George undoing his feet. Then he carefully rolled Mitchell onto his side and slid back in.
Mitchell was still crying, sobbing and gasping, the blindfold slipping, damp with bloody tears. Nina reached for it, but George’s hand stopped her.
“He can’t…not if we can see him.” It was said so calmly, so matter-of-fact that Nina thought she should have realized that without being told. Mitchell wasn’t a man who could show weakness, even if he could only hide behind what appeared to be a dirty tea towel.
She nodded, because she did understand.
Behind him now, George wrapped his arms around Mitchell’s chest and began kissing the back of his neck. Nina hated to think about what that felt like against the open wounds she’d left. Mitchell seemed okay with it, his sobs tapering off the gasping shudders. Looking at him, Nina saw that he was still hard and wanting, and she had beaten the shit out of him. At his request, yes, but… she reached over to touch George’s shoulder and his eyes snapped open, amazed at the emotion in them. The hunger and the need and the love, for her and for Mitchell. She could tell them apart, even in the depths of lust-soaked brown.
She gestured, between herself and Mitchell, and he seemed to get it. He closed his eyes, just for a second, and when he opened them he nodded. He looked…relieved.
She wondered how he’d ever expected the two sides of his life to work. He’d probably expected a huge crashing disaster.
None of them could afford another disaster.
Already slick from watching them - and from the beating, if she were honest, there was a kink she’d never explored - it just took a few seconds to lift a leg over Mitchell’s thighs and slide herself down onto him, taking him inside her.
He stiffened and stopped moving. Silent.
“It’s alright, everything’s alright, we’ve got you. You’re safe, Mitchell. Nina and I, we’ve got you.”
Mitchell gave a low moan, and that was it. George pulled his head around for a kiss and started moving, and Nina moved with him and Mitchell was the balance between them. After only a few minutes they all climaxed, but it seemed more like a sweet release than an earthquake after what had gone before.
Mitchell lay still and quiet after they finished with him. George pulled free and crawled off the bed. After another minute of enjoying the afterglow, Nina did the same. With an arm around her shoulders, George steered her toward the door and they stepped into the hallway.
“Are you okay?” he asked, not quite looking at her. It wasn’t every day you saw your girlfriend whip your best friend and then share him sexually.
“I’m good,” she answered, still a little shocked at how good she did feel. It had been quite a catharsis. “Really, George. It was… surprisingly good.”
He still wasn’t meeting her eyes.
“He usually stops bleeding pretty quickly. Then I change the sheets and we have a cuddle. He’d never admit it, but he needs the cuddle. After.”
“Of course he does. But why make him wait? Just bring him to our bed. We can do his sheets with the was tomorrow.”
“Really?’ he stared at her.
“I’m not going to kick him out after that.”
“So you…didn’t mind?”
“George, I love you. And I guess, in a way, I love Mitchell. As long as you’ve no problem with this, then I’ve no problem.”
His face brightened and he smiled; the shy, bashful smile that had first made her notice him. He reached for her and she let him pull her close. “You’re a marvel, Martha Jones,” he teased.
“And you’re not The Doctor,” she scolded. “Come on, let’s get Mitchell to his cuddle. We could all use a kip after that.”
It wasn’t much effort for George to lift Mitchell, who hardly stirred, and carry him to the other bedroom; the bigger one, with the larger bed that he’d given up to the two of them. It fit three, but only just, and that was with Mitchell pretty well squashed in the center. He didn’t seem to be complaining. He turned to his side and gathered George close, spooning around him and holding on tightly enough that Nina could see his knuckles whiten. She wrapped herself to his back, surprised at how comfortable it was to be the big spoon, she seldom got the chance. Covers up and the three of them, even without any body heat from Mitchell, and it was warm enough, for once. Mitchell’s back was a bit tacky, but it would dry, and they had plenty of time to do laundry.
She heard him start to cry again, softly. Gently, she rocked him and shushed him while George began to snore. Some things never changed.
When Mitchell was quiet at last, she allowed herself to fall toward sleep, wondering how often they did this, and if it was always like this. She’d have to ask. Because Nina was a part of this, now.
~~ the end ~~