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By The Dark of the Moon	By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1133 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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George looked out of the window and sighed.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Elliot asked standing behind George and wrapping his arms around his mate’s waist.
“Nothing. I still feel a bit weak,” George said.
“Understandable.”
George turned in Elliot’s arms and looked up at him.
Elliot leaned down and kissed George. “I have to go back to work tomorrow,” he said.
“I still have another week off to recuperate,” George said.
“Good. I had some concerns about you going back to work to early,” Elliot said.
“I can handle myself. I can a lot better than before,” George said.
Elliot growled.
“When will you get over the fact that I am like you, Elliot?” George asked softly.
“Never,” Elliot said and he pulled away from George.
George sighed and wrapped his arms around himself.
“Elliot,” he said.
“No! This wasn’t supposed to happen. There was a reason why I didn’t want you around me. I wanted to keep you away from this. Then he fucking takes you and does this to you. I didn’t want you to be a monster like me!” Elliot yelled.
George sighed. “You’re not a monster. Charles Spelling is the monster. Do you see us going out and killing innocent people? I’m not a monster. I may not be happy with what happened to either of us but this is who we are. You love me right?”
“Of course I do, George. I just..”
“You just what? You have to love all of me and that includes Sirion. I love all of you, even Aniel. I loved you before Aniel too,” George said.
“I do. I just didn’t want this for you. This is a fucking curse. I do love you but I’m still pissed off that this had to happen,” Elliot said pulling George against him.
He kissed George hard and ran his fingers through George’s hair.
“I think you need some more rest,” Elliot said and he pulled George to the bedroom.
“I don’t want rest. I want you,” George said.
Elliot smiled and kissed George softly. “Not tonight,” he said. Normally he wanted George anyway he could get him. Also in any position possible but George looked drained. He looked like he was getting sick.
“You need to rest. I’m serious George,” Elliot said and George nodded reluctantly.
“Okay,” George said.
They got dressed for bed and they slipped under the covers and Elliot pulled George close.
“How long have you been feeling unwell and I don’t mean from the lack of eating and the bruises,” Elliot said.
“It started yesterday. I’m just feeling a bit under the weather. I’m probably getting sick from having such a low immune system with all that happened,” George said.
“I’ll bring home some medicine tomorrow if you feel any worse.”
George nodded and yawned.
“Night, baby,” Elliot said kissing George’s neck.

“Nice to have you back,” Olivia said and Elliot smiled.
“Glad to be back,” he said and he looked at John.
“It was tragic that we didn’t have our muscle around,” John said not even looking up from his files.
Elliot rolled his eyes and looked at the files on his desk. He started to read through them and he saw that it was another of Spelling’s victims.
“Liv?”
“Did something happen?” Olivia asked.
“Spelling had another victim?” Elliot asked.
“He had another three,” Fin said dropping two more files onto his desk.
Elliot looked at the pictures seeing George in each man.
‘Elliot? What’s wrong?’
Elliot calmed down before he answered George.
‘I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. How are you?’
‘A headache and some congestion but other than that I’m fine.’
‘I’ll bring you some medicine. Tell me if you feel any worse. I love you.’ Elliot looked around knowing that he kind of spaced out.
‘I love you too.’
Elliot closed the files and sighed.
“Don’t think about it like that. George is safe and nothing is going to happen to him,” John said.
Elliot looked up and looked at John.
“How can you be sure? I’m not there right now. It took me a while to even leave the doorway of the apartment without him being right next to me.” He said waiting for an answer.
“I made a few calls and someone owed me a favor. Someone’s watching the apartment and they’re more than capable of dealing with Spelling or anyone who tries to take George again,” John said.
They weren’t going to make the same mistake again. John felt responsible for George being kidnapped. He knew that it wasn’t his fault at all but that didn’t stop the guilt he felt. There were too many maybes and should haves.
“Thank you,” Elliot said.
“It’s not a problem,” John said and walked over to Fin to talk to him.
Elliot sighed and looked at the files. He opened them back up and started to read. He was going to have to make copies for George.

Elliot took a bite out of his sandwich while he sat at a red light. He was on his way to bring George lunch and medicine. He was glad for the fact that the Captain gave him an extra hour to make sure that George was okay. He planned on staying late to make it up.
He parked around the corner from the apartment and he got out. He picked up the bag out food and medicine and closed the car door. As he walked to the apartment and he picked up a peculiar smell. He looked up and saw a man sitting in a car. He stopped and looked at him. The man gave a nod and Elliot could tell that he meant no harm.
Elliot gave a nod back and he walked into the building. Elliot took the elevator up.
He opened the door quickly and closed it and locked it.
“El?”
Elliot turned and saw that George was in one of his dress shirts and some tight grey briefs. If George wasn’t sick, he would have grabbed him and took him against the wall.
Elliot shook the thought out of his head but he could feel Aniel wanting George.
George blushed, feeling the lust Elliot was sending in waves. He could smell it and he wanted Elliot too but he felt really sick.
“Hey baby,” Elliot said kissing George on the forehead. “You sound awful,” he said with a chuckle.
“I know,” George said.
Elliot walked to the kitchen and placed his bags down.
“I got you some medicine for the congestion and hopefully that will help. It’s also for flu like symptoms. Thought I would make sure everything is covered,” he said and emptied the bags.
“I also brought lunch. So you can eat and take the medicine.”
“Thank you,” George said. He sat down and started to eat.
Elliot looked in the fridge and grabbed the juice. He then got cups for George and him. He poured them some juice and put the carton back into the fridge. He ran his fingers through George’s hair and he sat back down.
“Is there anything else wrong,” Elliot asked.
“Some sneezing and coughing. Just your average cold but I feel weaker than normal,” George said.
“You haven’t recovered fully from everything. You’re going to be weaker than normal,” Elliot said and George glared at him for stating the obvious.
“Look. I think all you need is rest and a balanced diet to get back on your feet,” he said.
“I know, El. I just feel useless. I feel like I’m human again,” George said.
Elliot looked at him hard before looking away. “We are human,” he said.
“No we’re not, at least not fully. You feel it. I know you do. We’re not animals but we’re not human. When I first changed, I felt powerful. I felt dangerous. For the first time in my life I felt that I could literally do anything.”
“I know that feeling,” Elliot said softly.
“I could hurt someone without even thinking about it. If I squeeze too hard, I could bruise someone or even break a bone. If I were to get angry, I could kill someone and I wouldn’t have to think about it,” George said.
“We’re human now in the sense that we can think logically and we can solve complex problems and situations. Physically, we are super-human even when we don’t tap into our wolves. I could smell you coming once you stepped out of the elevator. I can hear people in their apartments. I can hear everything that goes on sometimes when I decide not to tune it all out,” he said.
Elliot looked at him before cupping George’s cheek and caressing it with his thumb. “I know. I have to tune out everything. I just don’t like this. You know that but we’ll have to use this to our advantage and not abuse it because then we will become monsters just like Spelling.”
George placed his hand over Elliot’s. “We could never be monsters. We wouldn’t be able to live with ourselves if we did what Spelling did.”
Elliot stood and kissed George softly. “Take your medicine and let’s go lay down for a bit,” he said.
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By The Dark of the Moon