Brutal Love 4b
TItle: Brutal Love 4b
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Green Cortina
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
Note: This fic is for my amazing beta wobble_duck
Firth & Grant Bank was small but rich bank specializing in the upper class customers in Manchester. But today disguised police officers were working behind the counter, DCI Morgan was watching them through the glass. There were still ordinary customers out there, they must be careful.
When the last customer out, Morgan ordered his disguised officers;
"Remember, let it go on long enough until we've got the evidence we need. I want them red-handed, holding enough rope to hang themselves with."
Hearing the harsh words from their usually put on airs DCI, officers were tense more, it was obvious that Gent Hunt (Aka Gene Genie) was his biggest target.
DCI Morgan looked at his watch, it was one minute to 4. The time Sam informed. The robbers would walk into his trap directly, smiling grimly, he considered if things going well, he should reward Sam for being his good boy......
Bang! The doors burst open, and Morgan stood up immediately...the first thing he saw was a blond guy and.....
At the back alley of the bank, Gene and Sam dismounted from Gene's tawny stallion was big enough to take two men, the other men were following by the black funeral carriage which was useful for disguise.
"My Cortina, you beauty"
Gene patted the mane of the horse with uncanny name.
"Yeah, he's a beauty, bugger him then, go ahead, you ex-soldier."
It was not Sam's monologue in his mind anymore, now he stopped to hold his tongue in check, and Gene didn't seem to mind his rudeness at all, he looked enjoy it actually. What a waste of Sam's docile manner then? The boss would never have the obedient deputy. Such a freedom of the open talk, yeah, Sam enjoyed it too.
"Whatever happened to my classy bird?"
Gene grunted, Sam answered.
"Ask Gladys."
When Sam avoided Gene's punch, their men jumping out of the carriage, caught up and surrounded them.
"O.K, you, my armed bastards, ready to follow me?"
"Even to hell!"
The morals of another Manchester CID was boiling, Gene and Sam met their eyes, caught the mutual sparkling into each other's eyes.
"Go, go, go, go, go!"
With Gene's barking order, they ran to the bank!
"What the hell is this! Why do you run to here? Who is she!"
Flinching by Morgan's roar, the blond plod pushed the red haired woman forward.
"She...she was spying on us! From the back alley!"
"What?!"
"She...she knows we're coppers, in here, not the real bankers!"
Morgan advanced on her who was trembling hard.
"Who the hell are you, what are you doing in there?"
"I just...I just...nothing, sir!"
"Tell him! You are watching us!" The whiskered plod bullied her.
"But they don't take me with them, they leave me here, I have no choice..."
Suddenly Morgan's gut was twisted, holy shit, he gritted his teeth, and shouted.
"Where, Where is they going?"
"...Kennel Road, sir..." The fool woman was crying now.
Jesus, the biggest bank in Manchester was there, he was cheated by the little shit! Furious Morgan barked a new order to his men.
"Go to Kennel Road, now! Move!"
The disguised coppers jumped up from their seats right away.
"You, leave here with some your fellas, and keep her here!"
Morgan shouted over his shoulder, the plod saluted with a hand, grabbing the squirming girl hard with the other hand.
"Everybody down now! You're surrounded by the armed bastards! Down and freeze or I make you eat your own dig like carrot, you donkeys! Trust the Gene Genie!"
Gene Hunt didn't need to yell his litany, his wielding pistols figure was enough to make a few people in the bank lay flat immediately.
Charging their men to the cash in counters, Gene and Sam went to the safe straightway. Gene took off his mask.
"Leave it on!" Sam snarled,
"I'm bloody dying in there!" Gene shout back.
"You will be dead if they catch us!"
"Then do it fast instead of wasting your gob not on my cock."
"Shut it."
Sam was already starting his work, his fingers moved nimbly, he was too concentrated on his work to notice Gene's mesmerized gaze on him. He enjoyed this perfect concentration which wasn't impossible before, for he had to watch out his surroundings, the cops and his fellas, because he didn't trust both of them.
But now he could focus only on his work, because Gene was beside him, and the man wasn't gonna leave or betray him.
Of course it wasn't mean Sam trusted Gene, but he knew Gene needed him in both of work and bed, so he could use it. As long as Gene needed Sam, he must watch Sam's back. Always same story, same rule. Nothing new, never ever.
Click, as the door was open finally, Sam felt Gene's hot breath on the nape of his neck.
"Bloody good, Sammy boy, you're bloody good."
Turning his head, Sam beamed,
"I'm not good, I'm perfect, you know."
Gene just stared the beaming face.
"Damn right,"
Next Gene's lips crashed to Sam's. Always same start, same ending. Nothing new, never ever. Like that Sam whispered to himself in Gene's mouth, Gene swallowed his murmuring all.
Morgan and his men broke into Andrews and Lancaster bank which was locked, Morgan was worried that the robbers locked the doors earning them escaping time, so he ordered to break the lock without a vain attempt finding the night guard who wasn't there of course. But the bank was empty, already they were gone with their plunders then?
Desperately Morgan came to the strongroom which was also locked. He ordered to break it open too, and to search their traces and gather every evidence to his men. So when the guard came back from the loo, the whole place was already messed by the mad coppers.
After the astonished guard told Morgan there was no rubbery, Morgan finally realized this whole crap, but it was too late. When he and his men came back to their previous ambush place where was totally rubbed except the tied two uniforms they left, and no trace of the woman and the blond plod.
And they finally returned to the station, the livid superintendent and official accusations from two banks were waiting them.
In The Railway Arms, people were dancing and singing to celebrate their victory. The big party started when Gene and Sam came back leading their men with their plunders, people hailed them with applause. Finally in the slum the gold started flowing properly to move their own economic system over the long haul. Nelson was so busy to serve drinks the thirst men, but never forget to wink at Sam who grinned back.
Ray the bad cop stood on the table still in the dishevelled plod uniform, putting on a skew the black helmet of the silver crown on a star, holding the nicked metropolitan police-whistle between his teeth, wielding the police truncheon, he was acting the small play to the gleeful audience. Annie also stood beside him, acted her role well, as they exchanged with their wigs, so Ray put the female wig under the police helmet, people almost wept for joy.
Gene was the living central of this enthusiastic party, Sam sat his beside in state of constant headlock for his male bonding gesture. It would be likely to end this day in another shag. But no one cared anymore, because he was a winner.
The slum had its own harsh prejudice like the upper classes, but more generous in front of the gold not caring its origin. And a victory against the other Manchester always made their blood boil in rapture. Now they totally forgot the poor Frank before this fabulous new boss, and accepted Sam as his deputy as long as he succeeded. Even Ray bought a whiskey chaser to Sam, Chris also brought him some pink wafers.
"You did well, Sam. Every criminal will be walking a little bit taller tomorrow because of you."
They clinked glasses. Gene asked;
"So tell me your key of the plan?"
Sam smiled.
"First, you have to mix some truth with fake for entire cheat,"
Gene chuckled,
"Agree, and second?"
"The easiest time to cheat someone is when the one thinks to be cheated."
Gene laughed loudly, Sam laughed with him, and then Gene asked again;
"When is your last time to be cheated?"
You fucking bastard, not losing his smile, Sam answered immediately.
"Never never."
As Gene's eyes flashed something that Sam couldn't want to figure out, Annie nearly throw her body to his lap, whispered to his ears.
"You promised me, Sam."
But Sam was feeling another warmth too, the burning heat from Gene's eyes looking Sam, their proximity. He wants to shag me, Sam knew it, because he could feel and understand it. After the exciting operation, a shag to undo the tension and agitation would not be bad, especially with the comrade who watched his back, and fought his beside, the connection was solid by the blood and gold they made to flow together.
So Sam hugged Annie tightly, stood lifting her like a bride in front of whistling people, went to her room.
Because he wanted to break their forced exclusive shag.
Because he wanted to shag with Gene after their first operation.
Because he wanted to be able to ignore the green eyes for the first time.
But at the night, which he felt more keenly than Annie's body was the fact Gene let him go.
Gene's another tactic? It might be, Sam thought, in the darkness of the night.
After three days, Morgan and Sam met again. Morgan wanted to throttle the slender neck faster, but he was so busy for dealing with the enraged bankers and his superintendent.
"You little shit, you think you can get away with that? How dare you cheat on me!"
"I didn't!"
Whining, whimpering Sam begged.
"I didn't lie! But Gene Hunt just changed the plan suddenly! It's not my fault!"
"Why!"
Sam didn't tell right away, Morgan grabbed his neck harder.
"You'd better tell me, you, my little rat."
Sam broke soon, he always did, the lily-livered boy.
"Gene threatens me, he will gonna hurt me, I'm so scared of him..."
"I don't let him even lay his finger on you! You idiot! You've got to trust me!"
But his yelling made Sam frighten more, he started to cry silently.
"Jesus!"
Cursing, Morgan stroked the curly forelock, hugged the lithy body.
"Shh...Sam...shh....you don't have to worry anything, I protect you, promise you..."
And he realized something, asked it immediately.
"Did Gene Hunt rape you?"
Sam didn't answer, just buried his wet face deeper in Morgan's chest, Morgan hugged him tighter.
"The bastard, don't worry, Sam, I'll catch him, I'll destroy him, I promise..."
After placating Sam, Morgan could get Sam's answer that he might have a Gene's rat in his CID, his DI? DS? DC? Anyone could be the betrayer who leaked the information to Gene for his bribe, things the worst,
"You may go now, Sam."
Morgan nodded to the pretty lad grimly, it wasn't Gentleman's behaviour to hug the ex-prostitute. But the lad was so poor, he was too fine to the dirty street. So the criminals like Hunt kept to harass him.
"I'll save you from Gene Hunt."
Morgan promised Sam firmly.
"So you don't forget who is your master. Sam Tyler."
The velvety brown eyes nodded innocently, and then Morgan turned quickly from the eyes, walked away briskly.
Of course I know, I am the master.
Silently Sam gave the real answer to the retreating back.
But he didn't notice a lone figure who was hidden in the next building.
This chapter is too large to upload once, so I have to devide it as two parts. Even without a shag, this fic is always gonna longer than I planned first, sigh.