Brutal Love 5
Title: Brutal Love 5
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Brown Cortina (warning for violence)
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
Note: This fic is for my fabulous beta wobble_duck
I don't use the section A, B anymore, but from 5 to 8 or 9 the one episode will be continued.
It was a lucid morning for the Manchester slum and Sam was strolling through the streets. Even the bleak houses and dirty paving slabs looked almost cozy under soft rosy sky and clean sunlights before the day exposed the their true nature.
Sam likes this time of day. He was used to enjoying a morning walk and breathing in the clean air. Early morning, it was only at this time that he could think of his mother without pain.
Today's morning was nearly beautiful, it helped Sam to expel the weird thoughts about Hunt...I need to be myself, Sam Tyler before Gene arrived, Sam thought, then things are gonna be alright, no problem... Sam nodded, he'd got the right answer, so there was no problem except he needed to remind himself of the right answer several times. Another change since Gene came here.
He reached an old fountain which was broken, so no use except a children's playground. There were some kids who looked to be doing something interesting.
They're hanging a cat again, Sam was angry. Children in slum had hardly anything to play with and they were familiar with violence that usually their parents wielded to them. Hunting stray cats was their traditional play. When as a young boy Sam had been forced to join the play, he just threw up. Not a wise survival tactic because it branded him a weak coward among the children for a while.
But he wasn't able to do differently for his cat, Ivanhoe's memory.
Ivanhoe was older than Sam, he was a member of Tyler family even before Sam was born. Ivanhoe was almost Sam's good nanny who always licked the baby's barefoot whenever the baby cried, and it'd never failed to make the baby laugh.
When Sam came here for the first time, of course he took Ivanhoe with him. He hid the cat under his bed and shared his meals. But when Ivanhoe scratched his first customer's face, Sam had to shoo him away to avoid the pimp's knife. And the next day, Ivanhoe came back to him faithfully, Sam sold him to a farmer who needed a cat for rats of his barn. Ivanhoe left with the farmer to South England, since then he'd never seen Ivanhoe again. And he'd never regretted that.
"What the hell are you doing here!"
At Sam's angry voice, the kids jumped, still a brave boy tried to tell him.
"No, sir, we did nothing, it wasn't us that did it."
Sam was already seen that. The severed carcass of a cat. Yes, it wasn't the children's doing. Not that they sometimes tortured small animals like that, it was too skilful for them, even for the pickpocket boys with razor blades.
The cat was eviscerated; the internal organs were lined up before the empty small body. The head, four limbs and genitals were separated cleanly.
Sam witnessed many murders with naked eyes, but seeing this medically anatomy of a small animal made him sick.
"Anything you saw about that?"
He asked the kids with a calm voice. If they knew who did this, they already told them. They were his good spies too. And they always had good eyes with interests and exciting about everything. But this time, they all shook their heads.
"Oh, here we've got a bloody school Gladys teaching."
And then Gene Hunt who had a capacity of sudden appearance in unexpected places, showed off and shouted. The children laughed, so did Gene. Sam looked up to the taller man, and recognized the familiar sign in his eyes.
He still feels lust for me, Sam thought, he knew it, but he didn't know why Gene stopped to fuck him. Of course not that he objected. Perhaps Gene had some common sense in his head finally? Still he felt keenly there was something he didn't know, and it was always a danger. Still in no way did he expose his insecurity to this man. He answered raising his eyebrow.
"Yeah, the class is in medical science. We wait for our human body sample, so take your clothes off, show the children a sample of an overweight and borderline alcoholic body."
"Better than your scrawny arse. Stop being jealousy of my masculine beauty."
Behind Gene Hunt, Ray and Chris chuckled, the Hunt & Tyler gag combi was the funniest thing they ever heard.
"Well, it doesn't look pretty. Boss."
It was Ray's precious remark while Chris shrieked.
"Damn right." And Gene's.
"Who did this?"
Gene asked Sam who thought, 'why did you ask me that?' still answered.
"Who knew? A medical student or a mad scientist, maybe?"
"Yeah, a nasty prank, that is."
"Why?" Absently Sam spoke to no one. And Gene answered.
"Why did you ask me that? Always the good citizens enjoy mocking us!"
"Maybe. But whoever did this, he did it here. A good citizen held an autopsy in slum in the midnight for offering us his entertainment?"
"How could you know that? Whether he did it here or not?"
At Sam's reasoning, Ray questioned.
"Look at it closely, no one can deliver this little organs without a damage. If they were carried here, they should be crushed somewhere. But they preserved well."
"Why?"
Chris squeaked, usually Sam would snap at him, but this time he felt some pity for the lad who nearly vomited at the sight.
"No surprising for that a mad scientist even dug a body from a grave in the midnight."
Gene's answer made Chris squeak more and cause Sam a headache.
"That's a story in a book, Frankenstein by Mary Shelley!"
"Book is book. By the book like you always said!"
"Jesus Christ!"
"No cursing in front of the kids! Anyway whenever Tyler says that, it means Pub time!"
"No pub doesn't open yet!"
"Don't worry, Samantha! We can open it by ourselves anytime we want. I'm the law! And you can wear the bar maid apron like your fantasy!"
Of course no one dared disagree with the Boss. Anyone of the laughing and marching men to the pub didn't think about how proper foreboding it was of the following.
Night, no good time of a day like dawn, still he had to forget his sleep sometimes for the slum business. And he could meet the dawn after work. Even though there was no guarantee for the feeling for dawn is same. Still dawn was for only living ones.
Hiding in a narrow ally Sam was watching the fountain. After the first cat, the little carcasses of cats, puppies and little birds continued to appear in for almost ten days. The interval was irregular, the skill was same. And he was sick of seeing the disgusting and meaningless cruelty.
Plus he was dying to know who was the sick man and why he did these disgusting things. Not that he wanted to admit, but his diehard-curiosity was one of his weaknesses. But it wasn't fair, for it saved him as much as it put him in danger.
"Oh, what a surprising pleasure, here I meet my good deputy dawg!"
And this time was latter, another meeting with Gene Hunt who was smirking at him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"Following you, is it not obvious?"
"You aren't. Because if you followed me, I noticed it."
"Oh, you're right, you know everything."
"Stop spouting crap. Just answer me."
"Of course I was looking for you, and found you here finally. Easy job, thanks to your peculiar ass."
And Gene threw his lewd eyes to Sam with his wanton gesture. In this narrow and dark alley, his whiskey sunken smell crawled into Sam's skin first before the real body pressed into Sam's...
But that was it all, nothing else. Now Gene kept his hands from Sam. And if Sam gave a shit about that, he would be damned. But he did, shit, curse his fucking curiosity.
"So why did you try to find me?"
"Don't need any reason? Do I?"
Don't answer 'yes'. Even if now Sam didn't hold his tongue to Gene, still he didn't let his guard down. Some of his past customers ordered him to be 'comfortable' with them, without boring forms. And they used his wronging for excuse of his punishment. Sam knew how men's desires could twisted. And he decided this question was one of Gene's test.
"No, but you have a reason this time."
Gene grinned.
"Yeah, for joining you."
"Join what?" Truly, Sam had no fucking clue.
"Your surveillance."
"I don't do that shit job. I'm not a fucking copper."
"Oh, watch your tongue, Gladys. You've got such a big tongue for the small mouth. I know you are waiting for the bastard?"
"Who?"
"The cat butcher."
"What a sweet pet name. And I'm not."
Sam bristled, he couldn't bear when someone found out his goal.
"Well, then what? Waiting for someone at midnight? Is that a blind date? I wanna see the lucky guy?"
Gene pretended to be jealous, Sam knew it, so cheap and shameless face with rolling eyes and mocking tone. Then why Sam's gut instinct didn't like this? Well, not that Sam liked his infamous acting skill.
"You know, I have no man but you in my life."
"Oh, really Sammy? I know you'd used to have many men including nobles, like the Camellia girl!"
"You mean La Dame aux Camellias."
"I always know you're fucking French."
"Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not. And I just wanted to flatter you. Because you love to hear that."
"Aha, you did for me. How touching? So you know me, don't you?"
Again the warning sign, so this time, answer was no.
"No."
Sam answered, Gene grinned. And Sam realized he gave the right answer but Gene didn't like it. Now who's the French?
"Well, that is a really sad thing, so what's that you don't know about me?"
A difference of screaming from your gob when you fuck me and you're fucked by me? Sam bit his tongue, no whispering from his little devil when he was with Gene.
"If you wish...why did you think I'm waiting for the bastard here?"
So he picked a safer question, and Gene's answer was fast and absurd.
"Because you like the slum. You don't want somebody to disturb this street, as to say my street, so you wanna clean the scum off from here. That's why you're doing some copper play."
Sam would lunge to the cheeky man if he wasn't so stunned.
"You're out of your mind!"
Finally Sam exploded.
"I wasn't doing any copper play!"
"Why? You don't like copper?"
"No, I don't! And don't you?"
"Yes. I like coppers, even if they're our enemy, they just do their job, and where is fun if there is any coppers when we do our job?"
"Please say that before this people, as to say your people. And pray they won't hang you."
"Thanks for your kind advice. So you don't do copper play, which means you don't want to catch the bastard?"
"It's different. Because I don't want to catch the bastard, I want to kill him."
Gene smirked again.
"Oh, my little brave deputy, I'm very proud of you. But I bet you're dying to know why the bastard killed those small animals like that? Just out of your curiosity."
If Nelson asked it to Sam, he would laugh, but with Gene? No fucking way. He didn't like when Gene seemed to know better than he knew Gene.
"So, you don't like here? You hate this street!"
And then Gene asked again, Sam lied. This was going to be a fucking investigation, Gene Hunt's damn copper play. Why had the man became a copper then?
"No."
"No?" And he sensed Gene didn't buy his answer at all.
"I don't hate this street, and I just have no attachment in here, you know, street is street, place is place. You don't have many choices when you don't belong to the other side of the kingdom."
So Sam lied again with all his best.
"I'd been in everywhere, I had many choices, and I decided to come back here."
That's why you're a bloody fool, Sam thought, for he fucking hated his own hometown Manchester, wherever slum or not.
"Your turn, what's the next question?"
What was this now? Truth or Dare? Anyway Sam's curiosity about this man nearly reached out its limit.
"Why did you stop shagging me?"
Hunt pretended to surprise, what a disgusting actor he was.
"How couldn't you know that?"
"Sorry for the absence of our mutual understanding. Why?"
"You ask that for you miss me?"
In your dreams, still Sam kept to dance with Hunt.
"Yep. Boss."
"You lie."
"Then don't make me do that. And I don't have my answer yet."
And then the man leaned on Sam who could feel his hardness and smell keenly in the dark alley under black sky.
"Because I'm waiting for you come to me by yourself."
Sam so shocked it hurt. In blind fury he pushed his finger into Gene's broad chest.
"It never going happen! Trust me!""
"We will see Sam, we will see."
After the bloody irritatingly calm answer, Gene's big hand grasped Sam's wrist with an iron grip.
"Or you expect I will rape you?
With the comment, Gene finally succeeded to blow up Sam's every restraint. Sam slapped his face so hard that even his wild and thick skin was stained with a red mark. And then Gene busted out laughing, Sam turned on his heel, walked away from him, practically ran from him.
Because the laughing was so openheartedly joyous that it stabbed Sam's heart deeply. He wasn't able to look back, so he missed the icy eyes of the so genuinely laughing man.