Being Human FanFiction
Title: Provocations. Chapter one: The morning after...
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Being Human plot or characters. This is purely just a work of fanfiction.
Summary: Straight after the events of the concluding night of the final episode of season one, this follows the relationship of Mitchell and George from that night onwards. Mitchell finds himself in love, lusting after George, who is confused and oblivious to his attraction to Mitchell.
Spoilers: Carries on from S01E06
Notes: This is my first fanfiction i've ever written!! This is carried on from the finale of S01E06, I will possibly carry on writing this storyline, in small chapters if this one goes well, please do let me know! Thanks everyone, enjoy :)
Running the beads through his fingers, Mitchell is slumped on the bitter concrete floor leaning up against a wooden door. He is holding the bracelet that George had given him quite some time ago. As the beads rolled over his clamy hands he is rolling through the thoughts of George throughout their time together in his head. Moments like the night he heroically saved him from other vampires, their good times at work, and all their mischief at the flat. He felt fortunate to have such a wonderful guy in his life.
It was a chilling night, with the full moon ever-so-slowly making its way out of the sky. That night George had transformed into his savage werewolf form like he did every month. Unlike other months, this night he had given the ultimate sacrifice, his life, for Mitchell. Earlier that evening, George had risked his own life to kill Herrick, the vampire leader to save Mitchell from him. Their flatmate Annie and George's girlfriend Nina witnessed it all, but Mitchell suggested that Annie take Nina home and make sure she was okay, and he would stay to ensure George didn't have any trouble in the morning. He felt he had to do this out of a sense of duty. Of obligation. Or love?
Behind the wooden door he was leaning against was an exhausted George, curled up on the floor. Mitchell was terrified to look through the tiny window, not to see the brutal scene inside, but to fight his feelings. The feelings he had dismissed long ago because of their close friendship, but after the nights events he couldn't fight his sense of affection to his untamed friend. Afterall, noone – not even the vampires – understood Mitchell the way that George did. The friendship was so much more than that, Mitchell felt it. George knew what it was like to be different, to not fit in. But most importantly George understood what it was like to fight the urges, the animalistic urges they are both slaves to.
Mitchell knew his connection to George is what had kept him going each day. As the sun had started to rise he decided to glance in through the window. He slowly started to get up, with his back still pressed against the door, he slowly slid up. Taking his time, fully upright he paused for a moment, anxious as to what this meant for the pair. He slowly started to twist around and peer through the window. He stood in amazement as he admired what he saw.
He silently opened the door and crept in. George was naked and lying in the middle of the room curled up like a defenseless newborn. Mitchell immediately sat next to him and wrapped himself around him, ever-so-softly holding him gently. He felt an urge to protect and care for the one he worshipped. Mitchell started to run his fingers through George's hair, carressing his cheeks and soft lips, and felt that heaven was never this close to earth. With complete admiration, he felt his testostorone filled body raging, heart racing and hands shaking. He felt the blood pump to his penis as he felt himself becoming aroused and erect. Nervously and quivering, he lent in and whispered in George's ear, "I love you".
George, exhausted, started to wake up. Quickly, he jolted and nervously stammered "I, I, I couldn't tell you, I just –", "it's okay" Mitchell interupted. With a long pause, the air filled with tension, George knew he didn't need to explain. With a cheeky grin George joked "I save your life, destroy the leader of evil, and you can't even bring me any pants?!" They chuckled together but were disrupted by someone down the passage calling out "Hello, who's down there!?"
They both shot up and bolted out of the room and hid behind a large matress leaned up against the wall. With their bodies pressed up against one another, Mitchell could feel the outline of George's naked body pressed up against him. Mitchell nervously, with hands trembling, could not stop thinking about the naked body, whose skin was touching his. George, with his front pressed up against Mitchell, could feel his erection pushing into his stomach. Baffled, he was frozen and could not move, looking at Mitchells face to try and gauge his reaction to what was happening between the couple. Mitchell stopped nervously darting his eyes around and locked onto George's. He could feel their connection; he sensed through the communication of their eye contact that George loved him in the same way. Feeling George's warm breath upon his neck, Mitchell knew this was his chance to prove his love, and finally be with the one he admired and longed for. He closed his eyes, and leant in ready to taste George's soft lips...
George pulled away and whispered "I think the coast is clear, let's make a run for it while we still can! I gotta get to Nina's sometime today..."