Disclaimer: If I owned Grey's Anatomy, this would be a scene. Must I say more?

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He had one of those dreams again, with the sweat, and the hungry kissing only to wake up horny and ready to go. But there was nobody there, and even if there was, unless it was freakin' O'Malley, it just wouldn't be good enough.

Groans, tension, each mark left by a kiss: unforgettable.

Sure, Izzie wore the blue scrubs nicely, better than the rest of the girls. But there was something about the soft, powder blue against George's soft features…'Stop it. Now. You're not a fucking queer.' The words were lies, his denial was strong, the work it took to keep the images out of his head was back breaking. Yet one look at the shy, insecure intern, the blue contrasting so nicely, it sent a tizzy of disgusting, taboo, wonderful thoughts through Alex's head. It brought out those ocean like eyes, that always seemed so "sad puppy" no matter what, but even more so when Alex called him "Georgia" or "Faggot." 'You think about him like a fucking girl. You think of girls as soft, not fucking O'Malley.' Those words were lies, part of him knew it, but that part of him was hidden, had been since he was fourteen.

"Alex. Come on. We have rounds."

"Fuck off Georgia."

Alex cringed on the inside, scared of how automatic those words came. He looked up, shocked to be brought out of the folds in his mind, and again, the sick, horrible, amazing pictures would skirt across, a cinema he was trapped in. He couldn't tell what was more vivid; the blue in George's eyes when he was called a girl name, or the blue scrubs that Alex wanted to rip off. He looked down again, heard George mumble a "Whatever" before walking out with his friends. He could feel Izzie look back for a split second, but couldn't look up. She didn't send off the okay in his brain to broadcast dirty images. That was O'Malley's job, although Alex would never admit he did it well.

Breathing hard, hands blind, words filthy and whispered.

"Alex. Seriously, or your ass is Bailey's."

No reply. The closest contact they really ever had was when George punched him for giving him syphilis. That was the first time Alex had really noticed the urges, and ever since the dreams hadn't stopped. He kind of regretted the black eye going away, it was like a hickey in a sadistic way, he was marked by someone he liked. Not in a good way, but he could always look in the mirror and think 'O'Malley did this.' He was marked by George, not in his preferred way, but branded (secretly, subliminally) nonetheless.

"Alex."

Alex looked up, looking for words, but left breathless. He could feel his eyes taking in it, the whole 'look but don't touch, never touch' was painful. Too painful.

"Yeah, I'll be there in a minute."

George seemed to be waiting for an insult, but when none came, he shrugged awkwardly and walked out. Alex still thought O'Malley looked the best of all of them in blue scrubs.

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I love that my computer automatically took the extra 'L' out of syphilis. Lovely. Review, it fuels the Alex/George stories!