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28 August 2009 @ 04:54 pm
Last Dance with Mary Jane, Being Human, Mitchell/George (PG)  
Title: Last Dance with Mary Jane
Author valderys
Pairing: George/Mitchell
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,011
Warnings: Implied dub-con
Notes: Written for my kink_bingo prompt ‘aphrodisiac’ – this completes my line – yay! This idea came from my wondering why Herrick doesn't fight George more, at the end, in the basement.
Summary: Mitchell loves George, looks out for him, rescues him – but it may not be entirely for altruistic reasons…


“Lycanthropy is a disease,” George announces one day, when they’re in that terrible bedsit in Redland, “Because it’s passed on via touch, through an organism or secretion in the blood. Right?”

Mitchell shrugs, because George doesn’t need an answer, not if he gets a bee in his bonnet about something. He likes to ramble, and Mitchell likes to let him. Idly, he traces a pattern in the mildew on the wall beside the sofa.

“So if it’s in the blood, yeah – that’s how you could tell I was a werewolf. That’s how Seth and the others could.”

Mitchell looks up then, because it’s not as if George doesn’t know that. George is blinking at him from behind his glasses, and his left leg is bouncing, and he’s trying to be nonchalant, but Mitchell can tell he’s nervous – although when is George anything but nervous? Mitchell sometimes wonders what he was like before he became… what he is. He sometimes wonders if George wants to know the same about him.

“You can smell it on me,” says George, certain now, and Mitchell wipes his finger, stained brown from the mildew, onto the arm of the sofa.

“Sure,” he says, and counts. It takes three seconds for George to break, and go get a cloth from the kitchenette.

“So, you could tell if I was cured, right?” George continues, as he walks through, and rubs roughly at the coarse fabric, inches from Mitchell’s head, “If I could get a… I don’t know, a full bone-marrow transplant, and like… replace all my blood as well. A werewolf dialysis, yeah? Would it work?”

George is so close, Mitchell’s fangs are aching in his skull. The rich earthy odour of him, ripe for the plucking, is driving him insane, great swathes of his scent wafting over Mitchell’s senses as George rubs and rubs at the stain. The aroma of curry is strong from the Indian takeaway downstairs, and Mitchell is mostly glad of it. Because if he doesn’t have something like that to distract him and dull the fucking delicious smell that breathes from George, he doesn’t know if he’d be able to stand it.

“Would what work?” Mitchell asks, his gaze two careful inches away from the nape of George’s neck.

“Are you even listening to me?” George’s glasses flash, as he stands, arms akimbo. Mitchell blinks and looks up, slowly, forcing himself to smile, and rub the knuckle of one forefinger against the woollen-clad palm of his other hand. The pressure helps. He can feel the ligaments and bones shift and grind against each other.

“I don’t know,” says Mitchell, “It’s never been tried. We can try and hook you up after our next shift, if you like.”

And George is pleased, as easily as that. “Yeah, right. Like it’s that simple – I’m human, apart from… certain things. I’m not letting you anywhere near me with a needle!”

Mitchell forces himself to chuckle and grin wider, showing his teeth. “Actually, I was thinking of something sharper than a needle.”

George snorts, and points a finger at him, waving the dishcloth, and Mitchell feels overwhelming desire, and grinding guilt. He wishes he actually was teasing.

“It’s too close anyway,” he says, “To your time of the month.”

“Yeah,” George wrinkles his nose, “The hospital smells really bad at the moment. It makes me sneeze – I keep being offered anti-histamines.”

He pats Mitchell on the shoulder and wanders off, back to the kitchenette, and Mitchell lets himself relax a fraction. He’s amazed that George doesn’t smell it on him in turn; the longing, the desire – especially at this time of the cycle, with all George's senses augmented. But he doesn’t. He really doesn’t know what he does to Mitchell as the full moon draws near, what Mitchell wants to do to him, what Seth and the others fear in the loss of control. There’s seduction in it, but danger too, being overwhelmed by the addictive scent of a werewolf near his change. Most of his kind don’t want to take the risk. Most of his kind destroy what they fear.

Mitchell’s different. A different kind of monster. He has control – up to a point.

“We should go out soon – get you to the woods.”

George mmm-hmms in response, ignoring Mitchell, not wanting to think about it, probably. So Mitchell stays where he is, sprawled into the shape of a squashed question-mark, curled up and safe on the sofa, squeezing himself tight, wrapping himself in willpower. But this bedsit is so small, there’s nowhere he can go to get proper respite - one room, a kitchenette and a tiny bathroom. It’s not enough.

Mitchell loves George, he loves him for his ordinariness, for his enthusiasm, for his stubbornness. He loves watching him eat beans on toast, for the little noises he makes. He loves him when he runs wild in another form, even as his heart trembles, even as Mitchell haunts the shadows in the woods that the beast stalks, waiting, waiting…

Waiting for George to come back.

Because when he does, there’s a time, a few minutes, an hour or two, when George will still smell as intoxicating, but when he is naked and pliant, and… safe. After all, who will notice a few extra bruises or punctures? Who will know or care that he has been rolled in leaf litter, and rutted against, and fed upon? Who will know that an addiction has been sated for another month? Certainly not George. When he finally falls asleep, he won’t remember anything, and that’s how Mitchell likes it. Needs it.

If he can only control himself now.

He looks up and catches George’s eyes, who smiles at him, falsely chipper, as he often is around now, and Mitchell smiles back, and loves him. But he can’t ever tell him how much.

“I’ve been thinking,” says Mitchell, with painful brightness, “I reckon we need to look for something bigger. A house, maybe? Separate rooms, at least. I think it’ll be best. In the long run. Don’t you agree?”
 
 
 
myklavellemyklavelle on August 28th, 2009 04:30 pm (UTC)
Wow, I love the way you make lycanthropy a disease, but a disease that seems to protect George from vampirism. I also really like the reasons for the divide between vamps and wolves; I don't think that that has been explained enough in popular culture, although it seems to be a fairly stable point in vampire lore.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 28th, 2009 11:22 pm (UTC)
It's one way to explain quite why they are at odds, because it doesn't make much sense to me in Being Human terms as it is. After all, werewolves are only a danger to a vampire one night a month. George actually has to plan very carefully to be of any danger to Herrick at all. But this way, it fits better, because the vampires are really scared of their own reactions. I hope that works better, anyway!
hazelayeshazelayes on August 28th, 2009 05:58 pm (UTC)
Oh, I am SO with Mitchell on this... George is an addiction that's hard to break. This is lovely, in character, well-voiced, interesting and with sexily dark overtones. Sounds like a decent wine there doesn't it. :D
Thanks for posting it, I enjoyed it very much.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 28th, 2009 11:24 pm (UTC)
Ooh, tasty! I'd drink some of that! Thanks a lot, hon, that's a lovely analogy!
thingswithwings: KB - gunplaythingswithwings on August 28th, 2009 09:28 pm (UTC)
this is really great! I love this idea, that the werewolf smell makes Mitchell a little crazy, and that he (of course) keeps it all inside. Really well characterized - and totally hot! I love kinky stories that don't have sex in them. :)
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 08:09 am (UTC)
I am a very bad girl, in that I don't think one of my kink_bingo fics have had sex in them - although there's implied sex in one or two. It's a challenge to me to do it that way, I suppose! :)
lucubrations, not laborious (hopefully): being human trioshamusandstone on August 28th, 2009 09:49 pm (UTC)
This is delicious, very compelling and an inspired approach to the aphrodisiac prompt and the Being Human mythology. The whole thing has a subtly drugged feeling to it, thanks to Mitchell's distance and distraction. Beautiful.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! I'm not entirely sure it fits in completely with the Being Human mythos as it stands, but I wrote it on holiday, and didn't have the eps with me to check things. But it's a lovely idea, I want it to be true! :)
liveforforever: Real Unrealliveforforever on August 28th, 2009 10:50 pm (UTC)
This was brilliant.
Written with great sensitivity to an otherwise prickly subject. Very nicely done :)
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:16 am (UTC)
Thank you very much! I'm glad you think I handled things delicately enough - would that be the dub con overtones that you mean? In which case, I did feel a bit icky, but I reckon addicts do far worse, even if they're recovering, mostly, like Mitchell.
liveforforever: Real Unrealliveforforever on August 30th, 2009 09:10 pm (UTC)
Th dub-con overtones, yes, but the rest as well.
The way you captured the conflict between genuine affection and addiction; the humanity at the centre of the horror.
It's all just very subtly and brilliantly done :)
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 31st, 2009 09:04 am (UTC)
Ooh, what lovely things you say! I was worried that Mitchell was slightly out of character, because of those nasty overtones, but I'm so glad it worked for you!
gogo_didi: merlin watergogo_didi on August 28th, 2009 10:57 pm (UTC)
I loved this. Their voices are perfect and the whole thing works so well :-)
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:17 am (UTC)
Cheers m'dear! I love Being Human so much - it's amazing this is the first fic I've written for it...
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Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:23 am (UTC)
Yay! Vampire crack! What a good way of putting it! And hopefully Mitchell will forgive himself, and maybe even explain to George, which would make things easier, let's face it. I might even write it sometime... :)
dragonfly126dragonfly126 on August 29th, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
I love the idea of this fic. And the fact that George's smell drives Mitchell crazy is great. I hope you do more in this line.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:25 am (UTC)
I might do - I can see there's more here for me to write - it just depends whether I'll find the time to do so or not! :)
Eos Roseeosrose on August 30th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Captivating! I really love this. ♥
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 30th, 2009 09:25 am (UTC)
Lovely, hon! I'm glad you enjoyed it!
ammonite7: Vampire!ammonite7 on August 30th, 2009 11:43 pm (UTC)
Tasty bit of work here, amazingly so. Nothing I can add that has not been said, including - watching for more from you.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 31st, 2009 08:57 am (UTC)
Well, I do hope to write more Being Human fic, but I don't know when - Merlin is my main fandom at the moment. But writing this did whet my appetite! :)
not dead,  just condescending.dime_for_12 on August 31st, 2009 12:35 am (UTC)
This was beautiful--I love the edginess that Mitchell inhabits (this is always more evident, at least to me, in the pilot, than the series), and the way he *does* love George--the way it's undoubted but yet *questionable*--is very...visceral.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on August 31st, 2009 09:02 am (UTC)
Yes, I'd agree with that - Guy Flanagan's Mitchell was much more full of that nervous energy, that edginess, as you say, to me too. I felt it was far more likely he could snap and go off the deep end than Aiden's Mitchell. I've learned to love them both, of course, but I was wary at first, I have to say!
prochytesprochytes on September 1st, 2009 09:47 am (UTC)
This is very nice. I particularly like the way the domestic details and humdrum grime couterpoint the intensity of the internal monologue.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on September 3rd, 2009 05:28 am (UTC)
It's Being Human all over, I think, that dichotomy :)
owensheart: Georgeowensheart on September 24th, 2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
Oh that was an interesting and lovely take on Both George and Mitchell.

great fic :)
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on September 25th, 2009 02:01 pm (UTC)
Thank you very much! I love them so much, I must write more for them - sometime... Where does the time go? :)
owensheartowensheart on September 28th, 2009 07:36 am (UTC)
YOu telling me! it seem to just run away with you.
oximore: Castieloximore on December 6th, 2009 08:02 pm (UTC)
OMG this is stunning. It was scary, a little creepy and really fascinating. I loved the way you made them interact with each other. Wicked.
Valderys: Being Human - George on forest floorvalderys on December 10th, 2009 12:22 am (UTC)
Aww, but Mitchell does love George - just not entirely for the right reasons... Thank you!
cloudsofsmoke: you are so awesomecloudsofsmoke on March 19th, 2010 04:02 am (UTC)
I've read this several times now. Does. Not. Get. Old. I'm just, so unbelievably pleased you exist. I had a dream about this the night after the first time I read it. That's how vivid it is. Just...thank you. You're awesome. :)
Valderys: Being Human - Mitchell and Georgevalderys on March 19th, 2010 11:19 am (UTC)
Aww, what lovely things you say! :) This was quite intense for me when I was writing it too - I love writing claustrophobia! I shouldn't say, because I'm not as proud of it, but there is a sort of, thematic sequel, that I've just posted here. If you're interested. Umm.
cloudsofsmoke: Rwarcloudsofsmoke on March 21st, 2010 03:15 am (UTC)
I came back to read it again. You know, to check if it's still awesome. It's still awesome. And I read the other one. I'm in grave danger of sounding like a crazed stalker/weirdo/creep but, I think I love you. Please write more. Please. Pleeeasey. We're such a teeny tiny fandom, nothing mindblowing ever happens. And my mind = blown. Er, ok. I'm going to bed, it's quarter past three. No wait! I'm going to read the other one first. Again :)
ThyCrownlessPrincessisarn on March 29th, 2011 01:30 pm (UTC)
I just loved this. Really good job.
Valderys: Being Human - Mitchell and Georgevalderys on April 1st, 2011 02:20 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I'm very glad you liked it.