Aaaaaooooooo!

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The month went by just fine.  Sam didn't always stay at Gene's and when he did, they didn't always sleep in bed and even then, only a few times did any hands migrate to generally hidden areas or lips meet.  Sam preferred it that way, he decided, because it was casual.  They didn't need to speak about it either.  If it happened, they got their wanks

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Gene looked up from his hand and raised an eyebrow. Really? He had to go and ponce up poker? Sighing, he dropped his hand down and picked up his cup of wine, sipping it slowly. "Someone thinks a lot of himself. You know, Tyler, you're not as irresistible as you think."

Half the time he more wanted to punch Sam than snog him. Yes, he loved Sam challenging him but at the time, it always really pissed him off. Nothing got done without Sam being a pick pain in the arse. Especially the last one which ended with the two of them publicly scrapping at a charity dance over whether the whore was murdered by her ex or a client... turned out they were both right but still.

"Lets face it, you're the one that wants me. Unless you really are a weirdy bastard and you just want wolf me to give you the old one-two."

Which didn't seem that impossible.

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Sam's jaw dropped. He was drinking wine as well, though as Gene poured them both in the kitchen, he didn't realize that there was anything special about Gene's drink. It looked pretty much the same, actually. "I'm not-- Why would-- 'Ow would that even work!?"

Sam was a lot of things, but even he had to draw the line at something! He'd only wanked Gene off, and honestly, he wasn't planning on more than that. They seemed fine with second base.

Of course, now he was left thinking about it, which caused his left eye to twitch, especially as he tried to imagine what it'd be like to feel fur on more than just his palms and cheek and--

"Disgustin' idiot!"

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"That was, originally, a joke. But blimey Dorothy, you doth protest far too much," Gene mocked as he got to his feet and offered Sam a small wary look. He better not fuck him as a wolf. It was a long and weird shot but there was a sort of worrying weirdness to Sam anyway. Downing what remained of the wine, he peered out the window. Another 20 minutes at the most before he changed. He would of been in the basement but he was so well behaved as a wolf lately that Sam didn't mind him roaming

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Eyes snapping upwards, Sam mostly just blinked at Gene. The man knew him too well. It didn't mean that he fancied sleeping with an animal, even if that animal was Gene, but he was a little bit impressed that Gene memorized all of those things. The man cared for him, in his own somewhat twisted way, but there was compassion just the same.

"My eye is twitching because I'm fightin' the urge to smack you one right before the moon rises."

He did the weirdest thing, really, the strangest that he'd ever done, and tucked the blond that was coming down from the gel the man used behind his ear.

"Go take off your blood clothes."

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The wolf just whined and let his leg twitch in pleasure as Sams scratched around and rubbed his stomach and leg. He was a happy wolf when Sam paid attention and once he was free from the evil tangly lights, he leapt on Sam and pinned him down under him, panting over the other man before licking his face. And who didn't love a face full of dog spit?

He loved Sam, even as a wolf, and sometimes? Well, he got a bit carried away. He forgot his own strength as he held Sam down and took in his scent. Sam was his, his pack member, and he was his alpha. He caught him food, he played with him, he kept his pet human very happy.

And part of him just wanted Sam to be with him. He dropped his head and his teeth gently knocked against Sams neck.

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Sam's heart rate increased exponentially in the space of ten seconds until he was sweating and his knuckles hit the floor by his head. He didn't mind the pouncing -- though having his head smack into the shag carpet wasn't that amusing -- and he didn't mind the tickling sniffing but he most assuredly did mind the teeth.

He tried not to swallow but did it anyhow, his body simply reacting.

"Gene," he whined softly, not sure if the wolf would rip his throat out or not. "Gene, please..." The danger, the weight of the wolf on his chest, and the sudden realization that Gene wasn't going to hurt him, but was instead asserting his dominance, made Sam exhale sharply.

And, possibly, get a bit hard.

Damn it.

"Don't scare me like that," he told the wolf as he stroked one ear. "And don't you dare remember this."

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Gene growled still, his teeth nipped at Sams neck. No, he wasn't going to kill Sam or change him. He was just making a point. And Sam, sadly, wasn't the only one. As Gene got closer to the floor, it was more obvious that he was prodding Sam with something that wasn't exactly wholesome. But he couldn't help it, it was all about dominance and well, three times a month? At least one of those he was almost and totally heated.

What was Sams excuse? Oh yes he was a randy little bastard.

Still, the wolf soon got off Sam and sat neatly beside him, making a noise that made it clear he was no longer trying to hurt Sam or assert anything. It was a pathetic one that was basically a cry for food and attention before they slept.

Sam could just be happy that the wolf wasn't humping him.

... And he had been pretty close to that.

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Sam took a long, long time to calm down and he was glad to put a roast on for Gene before they went to bed. Honestly, Gene must go through most of his money on meat. The freezer was absolutely stocked with it. He took his time. He put on the kettle. He basted and roasted a bit of potatoes as well so he could have a bit of dinner. Eating this late wasn't good for him, but the wolf tended to glare at him if he didn't eat.

Sam didn't quite understand why or what his dynamic in all of this was. He sat on the floor with Gene, hardly caring that the wolf snarled into his plate. It was natural. Sam ate his own from a dish and waited for Gene's to slide empty to the wall.

Good enough.

Bed was had just after two in the morning. Sam kept mostly dressed.

Honestly, he was vaguely embarrassed at what had happened.

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"God give me strength," Gene rolled his eyes and grabbed Chris by his shirt, hauling him upright and giving him a look of frustration. "Christopher, how many times? You do not sob like a right girl in front of bastard like that. Got it? Good lad. Now go fetch me a cuppa from someone in this place."

Shoving Chris along, Gene sighed and gave Sam a small sigh.

"Did you get a written confession yet?"

That was all they needed and this case was done, the bastard should get some hard time and all would be well in the world. And hopefully no one would cry - he didn't really needed to see that, did he?

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"Too busy blubbering to sign it, but I've it written up," Sam said, handing the document to Gene. He'd done it three days before and simply grabbed it off of his desk when he took Chris with him that morning. All it needed was two signatures, one for the idiot trying to tell Annie all about his dog and one from a witness. "We should do it back at the station. Have Chris drive 'im. Swear to God, Guv, the paper might get wet, but you'll get your confession."

Sam was in an incredibly good mood that day, letting Ray go on a few technicalities and managed to have a little fun as well when someone passed around a football.

"Up to the pub tonight or are we goin' right 'ome?" Sam asked, half an hour to quitting time. After last night, he was rather hoping for a chance to drink any embarrassment away.

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Sadly Gene couldn't. But Sam had drawn attention to him and with everyone saying they wanted to buy drinks and cheering their Guv on, even making plans for a darts tournament. Gene gave Sam a sideways look and sighed before mouthing 'two more days' at Sam. He had two days of this stupid curse left and he didn't have time to get stuck at a pub.

"Tyler will have to take my place, I've got a case to look into. Some of us have to actually do work. Curse of a DCI."

Giving Sam a pat on the shoulder, Gene took off. He could watch some TV and handle the transformation alone. He didn't need a babysitter, did he?

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An eyebrow arch asked if Gene was sure about it and when he got the nod, Sam went off with the men to get a little drink in his system. He'd meant to stay away perhaps an hour, maybe two. He was expecting to make it home him before he changed. That just didn't happen.

First there were cards. And then whiskey. And darts. Pints followed. When Sam finally staggered out of the Arms, it was two hours passed sunset and his brain finally kicked in.

He had a wolf. At home. Probably destroying the place.

Sam, ever responsible, however, walked home. It'd take him another hour to get there.

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When Sam arrived, Gene got the door for him. He was still stuck in silent anger sulking but he was being nice-ish during so Sam could at least humour Gene. His house was trashed, his motor was damaged, he spent the morning freezing his balls off in the field and his clothes were all plastered in mood.

He had about fifty showers and the warm water was totally worth it.

But enough was enough, he had to be blunt. Taking the TV off Sam, Gene dropped it neatly on the floor before squaring up to Sam. All he had to do was explain and even that was incredibly hard to do.

"When Roule said he thought we were mates, he didn't mean like friends. He meant he thought we were a bunch of poofters. Basically, wolf me wants to fuck your brains out," Gene paused and took a small exhale before shrugging his shoulders. "Doesn't like you goin' out."

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There was only so much a man could say to that. He could see that Gene managed to pick up a few more things, though Sam had worked for two hours cleaning his house for him. And now with that set dropped, he was having a hard time picking what to yell at.

Gene Hunt, the bastard, might have broken the television. Again. But worse than that? Gene had just said two very frightening and offensive things to him in the span of one breath.

"You're mad!" he said. "You've no idea what you're like as a wolf! All you want to do is run about and play. I don't know why you believe that idiot. We're just... It's disgusting."

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"Really? So why did he get a stiffy playing with you? And for a better question, why did you? You pervy randy little prick!" Gene snapped, knowing he shouldn't of but he did. He couldn't help himself, he was stressed, the wolf made him snappy and he never had really been a tactful person. But the game had to be given up to make his point.

"I remember what happened. I don't think, I can't think when he's in control. But afterwards, it hits me. And I know how he thinks."

Exhaling, Gene took a deep breath to try and steady himself. He shouldn't really be yelling at Sam but he was and he just couldn't stop himself.

"The bloody thing thinks you're his mate! He gets you food and hunts to impress your thick little brain! He makes a mess because you don't pay enough attention! He thinks you're his bloody mate!"

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Maybe fighting was not the proper way to resolve this, and maybe Gene didn't really deserve it, but Sam took a swing just the same. He was hurt and angry. Could anyone blame him? He'd poured his heart out to the wolf and Gene never let him know that he remembered it all. Never stopped him.

And the whole mess two nights ago with the desire and the time spent curled around that creature... It was too much. Sam didn't need Gene to have that on him too.

Knuckles bruised, he growled at the blond and jumped on him. Right. This was the perfect start to their evening. Certainly.

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The wolf just kept on licking Sam, he could exactly make any sort of communication, could he? It was frustrating being a wolf and not being able to talk to his own mate. He could only talk to other wolves and this language barrier was a pain in the arse. In the end, he huffed childishly and flopped down in an almost sulking manner, like he couldn't be bothered to try and play any more. Closing his eyesm he settled contently against Sam.

"I don't think wolves speak English."

There was that lad, at the foot on the bed, same old muddy uniform with his face mutilated and his face as unreadable as ever. Well, what could he say? He felt like company.

"The girl would of come but you don't need that kind of shock, I assume."

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"You again." Sam sat up slowly, hand over the wolf's ribcage as the beast breathed and dreamed of chasing rabbits or ripping the bollocks off of blaggers. He didn't want this ghost Gene boy thing to wake him! "Go away. I'm not interested. I don't want you or her. I'm done, done. I appreciate that you 'elped me to find 'im last month, but it's over now."

Sammy Sammy Sammy. Such an idiot.

He did the best he could, made up the information he didn't have and honestly, he was quite pleased with that, thank you!

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"Its never over. You promised," the boy asserted and there was emotion in his face finally. Anger. He had come here, against his will, not wanting to show his face because he just wanted Sam to acknowledge him and help him-- now he was being ignored? Just because it was over for Sam didn't meant it was over for him. He had to be found, he had to remember.

"We're alike... you should talk to her, she'd prove it."

Nodding his head at a picture of Liz that had survived the destruction and sat on the cupboard nearby the bed. Gene had stubbornly insisted on keeping it. But even the lad seemed to look at her with a sort of sadness.

"Its never over."

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Now he was confused. Very confused. He sat up more fully this time, staring at the good side of the ghost's face. "I did what you wanted. I found you. Him. Wolfman here. What more do you want from me!"

Evidently he had gotten it wrong. Just like he had gotten the 'her' bit wrong too. Not the girl with the clown doll. But Gene's wife.

"Alike... Yes, I know you are. But-- Enough riddles, you git!"