A Very Spook Halloween, Sam and Gene!

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"A Very Spook Halloween, Sam and Gene!"
Who: Sherlock, Peter Carlisle, Sam Tyler, Gene Hunt
Notes: About 6-8 months after most of the action in the Addicted Verse

John had gotten married
to that awful Mary person after all, even when he'd poured out his
shrunken, cold little heart to the other man.  Even after they'd become
lovers.  Evidently, it was for

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"Yes you did," Sam lied. He'd fallen asleep on the sofa with Gene again, firmly cementing them as being an old, boring couple. He extracted himself from Gene's bear like arm and wandered out to kitchen to get something to drink. Seriously, who passed out at three in the afternoon? "How's yours and the Freak's love life

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"I stopped sleeping round when I thought we were dating... I was never sure," he wasn't because Sherlock didn't really express things like normal people did but Peter wasn't normal either because he knew he'd made a big mistake when he left but he panicked, he couldn't help but panic. "You were always so much more than just fun. Honestly? You bored me to tears a lot, you know? Watching you think is very boring. I liked you because you were ... I don't know, amazing."

And that was honest as well, you know?

Resting his forehead against Sherlocks, he took a deep breath and resisted the urge to get emotional. "I couldn't stay, I had obligations. You know I love my dad and I'd never abandon him, especially when he said he needed me. But I loved you too, you bastard. You should of just come with me to Scotland."

Oh yes, then have sheep and Sherlock.

"I'm sorry. For the hundredth time, I'm sorry it happened."

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Sherlock turned to their rides, the men waiting to visit the other sites with them and held out his hand. "Five minutes! Spend some time snogging each other for once and leave us be!" He didn't wait for Sam's outraged cry or Gene's amused snort. He just shoved Peter back against the fake cobwebs and kissed him. Hard. Biting. Needy. Just for a moment. "But you came back. and now you'll stay."

He left it at that, left poor Peter blinking after him.

"We've teeth and skin in here, get them bagged please!"

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Peter was so stumped, he simply stood there with a look of shock on his face. Gene had a funny feeling Peter was going to take a while to recover and then get off his high from the kiss so Gene sent a few of his men to get the bagged evidence and shoved Sam playfully forward. "Go fetch Peter, I'll get lover boy and we can finally get a move on."

Peter eventually snapped out of it and headed across to Sam with that dopey smile on his face.

"Where we off to again?"

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Sam was quiet as they rode on to their next destination. It was a very odd, really, for Peter to hold that dazed sort of look for so long and yeah, it was a little troubling. "Oh, he can't be that good of a kisser," he complained.

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"He. Is. Amazing."

Peter laughed and gave Sam an amused look, bouncing in his seat excited at the concept of it. Because he couldn't help it, Sherlock always made him so excited. "Just imagine the best kiss you've had and times it by 10!"

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Sam wasn't really into that sort of game. "So you're going to have the best sex I've ever had times by ten later tonight too? That's probably possible. I've only shagged two people in my life." And one of them was in this car.

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Yep and yes, I know Gene tries, but he'll never be as good as me," Peter teased with a small smirk. Now Peters list was far from two so he found it hard to rate them. The top 5? Definitely Sherlock, Sam, Gene, Natalie and Ripley-- oh yes, he had fun with that marriage.

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Sam squawked a bit. "Are you kidding? Gene's a Master. That's what happens when you're with someone for so long. They know exactly what you like--"

And stick to it. Gene and Sam had sex the same ways. Gene on his back with Sam riding him, or Sam on his back. They just didn't bother with anything else. And, if he was honest? Peter was actually the best in bed, even if they'd only done it one weekend when he and Gene had broken up in their mid twenties and Sam went to stay with Peter.

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"He really isn't. I mean he's okay, little awkward and unsure," Peter remarked because yes, he had indeed shagged Gene and... And damn, he never told Sam that, did he? Peter was frozen in shock for a moment as he tried to work out mentally if he hadn't or hadn't. "... Or so I theorise."

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Sam turned his head towards Peter and looked appalled. They'd been broken up for the span of a week. So if Peter had been sleeping with him during that, when had Peter slept with Gene? Or had he gone to his flat to... Shit. Sam was fuming. Gene made him believe that he was straight, that Sam was the exception that--

"Don't lie to me."

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"I'm not! Really. We just talked, had a lot of drink, watched cartons till 6am... things happened between them but like I said, we were both-- and we-- you shagged me too!" Peter snapped, not liking the sudden pressure of it all. Because he knew this would not help their already failing relationship.

"... Talk to Gene."

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"Fine. Then it was when I was shagging you?" Because Sam, really, wasn't sure he could handle it if Gene had gone to Peter recently. He needed Peter to tell him that it had been years ago. That Gene wasn't cheating on him because he couldn't... Sam gripped the steering wheel. "I can still.. I'm still capable of making him happy," he growled. "All right? So... If you had been, with him, f-fine. But stop it. Because I can take care of him."

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"No, no, no! God know, that was... Christ, when not long after you and I... I mean, he just sort of-- well, it happened. Think he was just really drunk. Look, mate, in all honesty... he called me Sam. So yeah, says a lot about me," Peter never said it because it sort of hurt his pride it he and Gene got in on solely because a drunk Gene was very much out of it and saying Sams name the whole sodding time.

"...I never said you couldn't take care of it all," Peter offered, shifting awkward in his seat. "You should probably... you know, talk to someone Sam?"

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Sam was crying. And driving and crying were really, really bad to have combined at once. Luckily, the parking lot to their next house was just ahead. Sam set the car into idle and leaned forward against the wheel. "Right. We were bein' threatened by Gene's older brother. 'E followed us out of Manchester to London. We found 'im in your hotel room. Waitin'. We caught 'im. Brought 'im to the woods. We were jus' going to talk but... No talking. So it was my idea. I said we 'ad to do it. Get rid of him. I wanted to for what he made them do to me. I thought it would be better. Gene couldn't even look at me. 'E just stopped lookin'. He acted like nothing 'appened. 'E just pretended it didn't. But when I couldn't do it, when I couldn't shoot him, Gene had to. And now... Well we still can't talk about it. And Gene still can't look at me. Because I killed 'is brother. He used me to get to Gene an' I wasn't strong enough. I let 'im down. So what do I say an' who do I say it to, Peter?"

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"A really confident therapist... or me," Peter offered with a small shrug, he was no professional but he was Sams best friend and he was always happy to listen. "You know Gene lives in denial, he's always in denial. You just have to be patient and maybe tell him how you feel. You know he had no skills when it comes to read you, hopeless sod."

Peter shrugged and looked over his shoulder before leaning over to Sam and giving the man a very awkward half hug.

"Don't cry Sam, it'll be all right. You know what will cheer you up? Sweets and haunted houses."