Brutal Love 3

[andres00]

TItle: Brutal Love 3
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
Note: This fic is for my fantastic beta wobble_duck

"Whiskey, large." Sam ordered it from Nelson who was the owner of the pub The Railway Arms, the best pub in slum.  "Whatever you wish, mon brave."

Nelson's white teeth smile flashed in his black face. He was a black man who was born in Jamaica. People thought he'd been a slave, but Sam knew he was a half-blood from British plantation father and Jamaican slave mother. Nelson had grown up to be a gentleman, but now he had settled in here after losing everything due to public prejudice and discrimination. Sam and Nelson didn't talk about their past, but they shared not less empathy except Nelson's content smile which Sam liked but felt provoked sometimes.

"Trouble with our new boss?" Handing the glass of whiskey to him, Nelson asked amiably.

"Nothing, Nelson." Sam grinned. Yeah, nothing, and that's the problem, he thought that seeing Ray Carling and his fellows were coming to him.

"Of course there is not a problem, Tyler, except your arse."

Ray threw lewd eyes to him, his fellow including Chris burst out laughing.

"How sore is your poor little arse?" Another meaningless noise.

"I heard the boss digging a tunnel through your arse, is that true?"

Sam waited until their third noise passed, and replied;

"How about checking it by yourself? Carling."

Ray's eyes gleamed in sudden silence, Chris blushed representing the other vulgar men.

"Oh, is it invitation? Tyler, the boss' whore?"

Ray smirked vigorously but Sam was the one of them far from innocent nuns.

"Find out," Sam answered calmly right before he added slyly. "If you can."

Whistles went around, chuckling Ray sauntered to him, Sam didn't even stand, just looked up to him. Ray didn't wait for his reaction, he just pulled Sam up and snarled to his face.

"So why don't you sort the boss' kiss and mine whilst I check your arse."

And he kissed Sam hard.  No, I can't. With any man, Sam answered silently letting Ray implore his mouth, and he stroked Ray's bulge in his pants. Ray panted into his mouth grasping his arse tightly, So nothing stopped Sam from cutting Ray's pants with his small razor blade which was hidden in his sleeve. It had its own use like his the other knifes.

Ray yelped, he had no choice but to seize himself because one of his balls was not next to very cold steel. He couldn't believe it, the little shit cut off the crotch of his best trousers, and got his left ball with a razor blade.

"I like a hot meat on a cold plate." The little shit smiled licking his upper lip with the bloody pink tongue. "The boss gonna kill you." Ray mumbled quietly, this ponce was quite insane, what the hell is the boss doing? To shag a lunatic who plays man's cock with a knife?

"Now who's hiding at the boss' behind? "You set me up."

"And you take to the bait. How naive you are."

"I'll send you to hell." Ray grunted, and Tyler leaned on Ray, whispered into his ears.

"Then I'll go with your cock." He smiled beautifully;

"After removing it (the pointed tip pressed into Ray's soft skin in his body) you will be bloody pretty, enough to be a good cunt."

Ray wanted to kill Tyler after castrating him, but he didn't deal with lunatics who were the most dangerous ones, for they didn't know where to stop, they were unpredictable and twisted, so getting involved with them was bloody insane like them.

"I don't have to tell you what to do."

Tyler said arrogantly.  "You carry this feeling to your death. So if you do try on me like that again, I'll consider it as invitation. And I'll give you what you want."

The steel was gone as fast as when it came first, but the feeling was still on his ball, Tyler smiled again before he left. Definitely an insane smile.

Covering his ball and his bloody hard cock with his hand, Ray stood frozen, his fellows came and surrounded him.
"We can beat him up. And something else too."

Someone suggested, the others chuckled awkwardly to hide their embarrassment.
 "No." Ray said grimly. "The boss will deal with him. He will show his place after putting some sense into his perky arse." People laughed loudly again, well, their boss was always a dependable man unlikely the creepy man.

The kids begging for some gin at the entry of the pub, got scattered before Sam's grim face, the man never gave them a penny for gin in exchange for some groping or blow job like the other guys. He disliked kids drinking, he even kicked a drunken boy once so they avoided to sneak in pub when he was in there. Still the kids liked him, for he was master of knife and pistol, his cold features was gorgeous. They had better follow him at the Gwen's groceries not pubs, he always gave them breads and biscuits in there.

Sam was too absorbed himself to notice the kids. Now Ray would leave him alone for a while, the sort of man was simple, and their taste was simple too. They didn't like something new and complicated, they hated strangers and believed in superstition, they didn't go near to lunatics. Sam beat off them by pretending he could go mad sometimes. Not that it was all fake anyway.

But Gene Hunt was a totally different problem. Fucking God, thinking of the man was enough to make Sam fume. He was deceived, Gene Hunt played him a trick, no wonder the man just used him like the others. But how could I do this to myself! Trusting him like a div, Sam was almost blind with his rage.

He thought it was fair deal, which meant that he expected it from Gene, what a fool he was!

Certainly Gene declared him as his second in charge, but people called Sam his whore, not his deputy. Ray mocked Sam openly, because he could do, because people knew that Gene Hunt was fucking Sam Tyler. Sam hadn't expected Gene would fuck him over and over. How could he?

Exclusive shags between men were against the rules, the laws of this underworld. If some man wanted fuck ass not pussy, he could do with anyone he bought. And that was the point, it must be anyone, not a particular one. If some men fucked each other regularly, they could, but any of them couldn't be exclusive. Still there were poof pairs who loved each other, because this was slum, more generous than the light side of the sun. But the price was severe, they should give up many things and endure another many things, especially they needed to watch their backs. Nothing was more dangerous than the invisibly branded one was alone in the street.

So even if their the great love was gone, they wanted to leave each other, but there was no way back after they made it clear they were lesser people. So even when they fought each other from the hatred the love changed in everyday, they still lived together, they moved together for they were restricted by their fate they chose. That was why Sam despised them. He would never become the weak one who couldn't stand alone.

Man whore, the boys had more freedom as well as woman whores like Phyllis could have their special one in same sex, pimps overlooked that meanwhile they didn't tolerate the relationship in opposite sex. Very logical, because they were whores, no way they could be exclusive with someone truly.

So there was no excuse for Sam who was in this forced exclusive relationship with another man. And this was only his problem, because Gene Hunt was their boss who could do anything.

Usually the bosses took care of their honour and reputation like nobles, not like this man who seemed to care only his need.  Then why did the man continue to fuck Sam? Sam knew it, he was a scapegoat Gene chose, an example of the case someone rebelled against the boss. The tradition of that new boss notified his authority to his people.

Then had he committed something wrong to deserve like this shit? No, and that was the point of the bosses, if you want to show how terrible ruler you are, pick the most innocent man. The Rule of Tyrant. Not that Gene was the first man to choose Sam among the others. A certain noble man chose Sam when he was a boy-whore. He fucked only Sam, he didn't choose the other boys and got angry when Sam was fucked by another customers.

He beat Sam not once. He recited Shakespeare's sonnets to Sam, (He was why Sam never read the bloody sonnets again since that) sketched him nude, he said he loved Sam. He whispered to Sam to go with him, Sam would live like a prince, he would love Sam to the death, he swore.

Of course Sam didn't believe him after he had enough experience, still he lived fortunately seeing the other kids die, even they weren't whores. Wicked people snatched kids from the slum, raped and tortured them before killing them. Because they needed a living sacrifice for a wicked purpose, because they had dirty desires, because they thought it was fun, there were so many reasons.

Sam trusted his pimp who forced him to be a whore and beat him. Because the man would protect Sam as long as he earned money for him, but what could he give to the man? If the love was gone like his father's love, he would abandon Sam like his father, then he should start from zero! From a strange place he promised to take Sam there, he would have to start from begging, beaten and raped in streets, all over again!

The pimp didn't give shit to his teary begging not to sell him, sold him to the noble at a huge price. And then the man took Sam to a lordly mansion, dressed him up like a prince with silks and jewels, promised a very special ceremony for him...so Sam ran away from the house......

Next time they met was the party Sam almost died, and it was the noble who took the lead of the cruel torturing.

So Sam was right not to trust the man. And his love. Of course Gene Hunt wasn't the man, he called every woman including old ones love, he had never said it to Sam. So different motive, but same result, the man started to fuck Sam for nailing him, and now he somehow developed some kind of obsession about Sam. Not a surprise, things like that happened, cocks were supposed to be mad and foolish. Attempt to understand it was only one thing was more mad and foolish. Thank God he didn't confuse it with love like fucking nobles at least.

And that was why Sam couldn't fuck the other people either, he saw the smouldering hunger for him from Gene's eyes. If he was rash to inflame him more, the man would develop other things, like possession, jealousy, retaliatory spirit, and other crap stuff. Sam would sink in even deeper shit.

So he had no choice to wait the fire off, let the man use his body anytime. Gene fucked him over every plain surface, in the loo, at the back alley of pub, on his desk (funny, what kind of gang boss use a desk?) but no more in Sam's room. And he didn't fuck Sam naked anymore, actually he seemed to avoid the skin contact as much as Sam. What a relief, finally the barbarian found out there was no good with men touching each other apart from shagging.

And he changed, Sam knew and felt that from Gene' eyes, face, hands and cock. Surely he hadn't been gentle with Sam from the first time, but the annoyingly merry spirit was totally gone. Gene didn't laugh at their sex, another great progress, and sometimes he looked....

"Tyler!" Like this, he looked like he hated Sam. Sam knew the reason which was simple, the man actually hated to have sex with Sam as much as Sam did.

But sometimes your cock tends to fuck your own arse, isn't it? Not me but your cock driving you crazy, so stop harassing me, how about removing it then? Again, Sam didn't give his good advice to his boss who didn't deserve it. But he followed Gene again.

"Your already oiled hole, every man's dream!" The greed man snorted behind Sam's body bent on his desk in his room where his men could come in anytime, so that Chris had witnessed their animal sex. The div hadn't looked at Sam's face direct since that.

Of course I prepared myself, Sam was sick of staining his pants with blood. But sometimes the oil got dried before the shag, and sometimes Gene's violent fuck was enough to make Sam bleed.

Taking the pounding cock deeply, Sam didn't react at all. Apparently his body reacted of its own accord, but he didn't touch Gene back, nor did he say anything. He didn't touch his cock even when it didn't come. Gene was really dumbfounded at the fact that Sam put his unsatisfied cock back into his pants, still he didn't touch Sam's body, so his arse which was the only part to take the rough handling all was black and blue.

Swallowing the burning pain, Sam bit his lips to keep from moaning, to make his lips coarse, not like soft. Men loved his small and gentle lips, but he could mar them easily, like the boy rubbed his lips with a stone.

"You so quiet, Tyler, like fucking a corpse, except this melting furnace arse, I bet you are made of ice." Sam was too busy to answer him, for he had to become a stiff log which Gene commented, he was nothing but a just plain rough meat, he wasn't different with the other arse at all. He had to let Gene see the apparent fact. It was the way to quench Gene's fire. He should make Gene fed up with his body. But when have he had Sam's body enough?

This time, Sam had come, good, to make Gene doubt his sexual prowess was not good for his goal. Fastening his belt again, Sam turned to Gene who was taking a gulp out of his hip flask. He felt Sam's eyes, raised his eyebrow like saying 'why don't you leave yet?'

"I have something to tell you."
Something was sparkled in Gene's eyes. But his face didn't change at all.

"Go ahead." "It's a robbery."

Gene sneered loudly, Sam just continued to say his plan. And after telling that, he waited Gene's answer. "So?"  "So what? Why should I follow your plan?"

"Because it's good business, and our street needs it. Don’t you think how we can afford our living? Not enough money from brothel and begging."

"How touching. Didn't know that you were so caring a person before? You worry about my poor street? What a good deputy of mine."

The man enjoyed to push Sam's patience, Sam bit his bottom lip, and felt the eyes on it, stopped that immediately, no more tempting gesture.

"This slum has its own business to need the money. Without money, we can't bribe cops or the other powers, our own system will stop. Now things are not going well, Frank screwed it up already, and don’t you start anything yet while our rivals are making good money in their city."

Sam gazed at Gene's face which was still impassive. Of course he wouldn't have known that Sam could have been his biggest obstacle for his conquering Manchester underworld. But he'd done nothing, he'd just let Frank go to his death, because the old bear hadn't been useful to Manchester slum, nor himself.

They'd needed a young and powerful leader for their prosperity. Sam had thought Gene would have been the one. How could he know the man was a just kinky lecher at that time?

"Is that your advice?" Gene smiled like they were sharing some funny joke. Fuck your face.

"Yes, boss." Gene looked curious and interesting, Sam was irritated to feel that Gene might be interested something else than his plan.

"Thanks for your advice, then. But I have my own plan. I decide when I start my work. Trust the Gene Genie."

Fuck the 'I decide'. Fuck the Gene Genie. To keep his face straight was becoming hard. He'd struggled to get this position, now this man was destroying all he achieved. In slum, a reputation was important as well as in the other streets, if he was branded as whore, it would be more difficult to escape from the state than when he was a boy whore. The things with Ray would be happening with the other men who were enjoying his plight and watching for their chance. If they attacked him together, he couldn't help but fall. Sam had to prove his ability again. He needed desperately this operation which made his position secure and turn Gene's attention from his arse.

"We can discuss it each other. Tell me the plan."  If you have the plan really.

"Can we? I mean can I trust you like that?" If the man wouldn't invade his personal space saying the bullshit, Sam could stand up. But the man's stale breath attacked his sense again, the lips moved into his ears. Still no touching, but he was suffocating Sam slowly. When does the touching start or not? He didn't give the easily predictable course to Sam anymore. It made his inside flip. With another tobacco purr into his ears, Sam just exploded.

"What trust? Isn't enough that I let you have my body? I surrender to you, boss! If I don't, why do I offer myself to you, you, an overweight, over the hill, nicotine-stained, borderline alcoholic homophobe with a superiority complex and an unhealthy obsession with male bonding!"

And then, Sam looked into Gene's wild eyes, no, his wild smile.

"Oh, those lips can talk so much, I wonder when it busts out for a quick-fire talk!"

And those thick fingers caught his lips, twisted it roughly, Sam hit his hand away. Next Gene took a swing on his mouth, tore his lips. Sam fought back immediately. It was not good tactic, actually a disobedience. Ray would never fight back against Gene. He would take whatever Gene threw to him. But Sam was different. He was already Gene's whore, and now he got Gene's punch too like his cock. If he couldn't show his masculinity a bit, he would be a pansy, every man's toy.

Sam knew the truth when he was a boy. He'd always been little boy, he'd been an easy target to the other boys even before he'd come to slum.

But in slum, it was a matter of surviving. His pimp protected him from only adults who didn't pay, actually nobody could always protect him, and the other boys could beat him off easily. Their beating was different from the middle class boys', and there was no way his weak body got treatment. So he came to learn how to fight back.

At first, it made things worse, but Sam understood if he let them beat him without resistance, he could be dead soon, because even himself didn't want to live anymore at those days. So he fought back, he bit and clawed them, threw clods to their eyes, he didn't care their teasing that he fought like a girl. After all he showed his hot and dirty temper to them over his knocked body. 'He's got a temper', the reputation was important to weak ones. After more fighting, he could lecture them finally they'd better leave him alone. It was his first rule, fight back by all means, at any cost.

Gene punched his kidney taking his breath, Sam huddled his upper body accepting the pain instead of keeping his stance, and as the strong hands grasped his shoulder, Sam bumped his head against Gene's belly in state of his prone pose. Gene was shoved back, Sam lunged himself on his top, he beat Gene's face hard, but the man was really strong, despite his grunting and bloody face, next Sam founded he was pinned by Gene, such a fast reverse.

"So you didn't want to shag with me."

Gene said with surprisingly calm voice which was annoyed Sam irrationally.

"And you too!"  Sam spat blood on the big face.

"You just used my arse to humiliate me." Good to see his blood spattered into Gene's eyes, Sam sneered. But the green eyes didn't even blink, just stared him under the bloodied blond eyelashes. And the moment, Sam thought the eyes were beautiful for the first time.

"I didn't." Sam felt the harsh rage raced in Gene's voice, but he already spent his self-control power all, his suppressed rage also started to rise.

"You fucking liar!"  Sam cursed, Gene slapped hard his face to make Sam's nose bleed immediately. "Don't you dare call me a liar!"

But Sam also beat Gene's nose with his released hand as Gene slapped him, and when Gene's face falling behind, Sam got away from him quickly, kicked his rib. Gene screamed but caught his foot and pulled his body down hard, he hit his head on the floor, but rolled beside to avoid Gene's kicking, and threw a empty whiskey bottle to Gene who barely avoided it.

They kept fighting like two mad dogs, their faces and bodies were terribly bloodied. A minute ago, Ray was going to come in, he shouted 'What the hell, boss!' from outside of the door but Gene shouted back, 'Teaching some manners to Tyler' So Ray just walked away laughing and leaving Gene in Sam's headlock.

Sam's body hurt all over, usually he wasn't used to fight like that, he was good in knife and hand to hand, but he wasn't usually entangled the dog-fight like the other slum bullies. He always fought with his cold mind and smart action which he proud of. He'd never lost himself in blood thirst like the other men.

But this time, he fought like he had no future. Throwing his all carefully calculated plans, he fought in Gene Hunt's way, he didn't even care fighting in the other's way that Sam avoided mostly.

He was pinned by Gene several times, grasped by him, apart from the hard punches and kicking. But this sort of skin contact didn't bother him, actually he was enjoying it, the feeling of Gene's hard flesh under his fist, elbow, foot, the smell of his blood, the sound of his scream, they were so good. He even got the fucking cock with his knee, what a great revenge, Gene roared, Sam laughed shining his exciting face.

Then Gene lunged for him, he tore Sam's blood stained shirts wide even before he pinned Sam again. Sam panted under Gene's damn heavy body, the cock was still hard, it must be revive very fast or it was never soft even by his knee.

Given the state of the cock which was hard from the beginning of this fight, Sam already predicted it which wasn't different, just another fight with cock, not fist. And he welcomed it too, for his cock was hard as much as Gene's. Despite of the so much blood and hurt, it was still not enough. He needed an ultimate outlet for his piled frustration and rage. A hard shag? Would be great.

Gene's hands were taking down his pants, and when his arse was barely showed from his tight pants, Gene just grasped and opened his bums roughly, slammed his cock into Sam's hole, giving no fucking minute to adjust. Sam could only cry out after the cock started pummelling and the tauts balls slapping his anus. He scratched the big face with his nail like a raven was snatching shining Emerald, he really wanted to dig the green eyes out. They would be more lovely on his palm.

Caught in pain and pleasure, but more in swirling blind emotions, he screamed; "I'll kill you! Gene Hunt, I'll kill you!"

Gene roared again, this time it was laughter. Laughing like a fool, he was fucking Sam who was cursing, spitting, and pushing back against him. He caught Sam's hands, interwound the bitch fingers with his. Blood was dripping down from Gene's gash on forehead to Sam's cheek, Sam licked the blood, laughed and said hoarsely; "I'm tasting your blood!"

Gene smiled back: "And my cock is tasting your blood!"

Then Sam's hole clenched his cock so hard, Gene bit inside of his mouth like as he got Sam's punch on his nose. Tasting his own blood once more, he found blindly Sam's cock and squeezed it. Sam cried out and came hard, his hot cum like his inside spattered to Gene's belly, and the spasmed hole clenched his cock again. Gene leaned on Sam, bit his bared collarbone which was a delicate bone as it appeared like that, and heard Sam's screaming again.

Covered in blood and cum, the two bodies were remained to be entangled in a while. The mixed panting and gasping filled the sex-smelled air in the room.

Finally Gene raised his face from Sam's chest, and got the fucking small face with hands.

"You wanna be the death of me? Sammy?"

Sam stared into the eyes which were calm now, the storm is gone, he thought, while he didn't know he missed it.

"I will." Sam promised Gene and himself. Absolutely, he added silently seeing the eyes sparkled again.  "Game on then."

And the rough lips crushed Sam's lips, the hand gripped the nape of his neck hard and pulled into the rough face. This time, Sam didn't let the tongue conquer his mouth, he fought it with his tongue, he bit the lips, pulled the tongue hard by using his teeth and tongue, he tasted the man's saliva and blood which were mixed with his own.

When they stopped the ferocious kiss for air, grinning Gene told Sam;

"Finally you're able to kiss, congratulations, Sammy."

In that moment something was shattered in his core, Sam fought hard to control the single fucking tear drop, if he let it slip from his eyes, he'd never forgive himself.

I will kill you by my father's betrayal, Sam swore silently under the blazing green eyes while the hand stroked his hair disgustingly gently.