Ficlets: Bad Woolf/Break Down brown cortina, dak
Title: Bad Woolf/Break Down
Author: dak
Word Count: 734 for Bad Woolf/ 703 for Break Down
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: dark, angsty, dubious, smut (I'll let the prompts speak for themselves.
A/N: I hear confession is good for the soul, so I, too, have decided to own up to my contributions to
fiandyfic's Anon pr0n-fest, while I have the chance to get on the internet. I apologize for the horrible titles. *Retreats back into internetless depths*
Sam/Gene, dubious consent & angst following news of Harry Woolf's death...
Bad Woolf
Gene had been drinking heavily, moreso than usual. Much more, which concerned his DI. The DI in question decided to take the non-Dorothy approach to discovering his Guv's unease, pretending to hide his true concern as he matched Gene pint for pint, shot for shot. The DI failed to take into consideration, however, the fact that he weighed significantly less than his superior officer, had forgotten to eat earlier that day, and was suddenly wondering why he was pissed while his Guv seemed nary the worse for wear.
"Eleven-thirty, Detective Inspector. Chuckin' out time. Get your coat." If Sam hadn't been so drunk himself, he would have noticed Gene was indeed slurring his words.
"Soon's I can find it, Guv." Sam wearily spun his head side to side, searching for the familiar black leather.
"You're wearin' it, you nonce. Let's go." Gene hauled him up by the elbow, dragging him out of the Arms and into the Cortina.
"Think...think we just passed my flat, Guv," Sam watched as a building he thought he recognized passed from his dazed view.
"Not goin' to your flat, Tyler." If Sam hadn't been so drunk, he would have noticed the darkness creeping into Gene's voice. A few minutes later and Sam found himself being half-carried through an unfamiliar doorway.
"This your house, Guv? 'S nice," Sam tried to be polite as he was shifted inside and propped up against a wall as Gene removed his camel-hair coat, hanging it neatly on a hook.
"Shut it, Tyler."
"I'm just trying to be a hospitable guest, Gene."
"And I said shut it!" Gene bellowed and slapped him across the face. Not punched. Slapped. Open palm. Across his left cheek. If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would have said it hurt.
Gene paused a moment, running a hand through his hair as he decided what to do next. Sam could only stare, unsuccessfully attempting to force his brain to work through the haze of alcohol. His significantly slowed train of thought was suddenly halted as Gene grabbed him again and threw him into the sitting room. Sam landed roughly on his hands and knees. He shook his head, another failed attempt at clearing his brain, when he felt a weight behind him.
"Got some...some bad news today, Sammy-boy." If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would've tried to move as a heavy hand started stroking his back. "Taught me everything I know, he did. Showed me everything. And I trusted him and he betrayed me." Gene's voice was wavering but cold. "He betrayed me," Gene repeated, stronger, darker. "Now 'e's gone and he never apologized. Not once. Not even to me. And I was 'is DI," Gene forced a cruel laugh. If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would've shuddered.
He would've shuddered as cold air met bare skin and for the life of him, Sam couldn't understand how his trousers got pushed down around his knees. "I couldn't save 'im," Gene muttered and Sam finally realized that maybe his Guv wasn't as sober as he originally thought. "I was 'is DI an' I couldn't save 'im. I couldn't change 'im."
Sam blinked and suddenly there was hard flesh pressing against him where he didn't think there should be but somewhere along the way from the hall to the sitting room floor, he'd lost the ability to speak. "Can you save me, Sammy?" There was a hand stroking his cock and it wasn't his own. Sam could only gasp. "Can you change me, Sam? Can you change this?"
Gene plunged himself inside his deputy with no warning, no preparation, and all the air was forced out of Sam's lungs. His hands lost their grip on the carpet and he fell flat on his stomach, able only to lie there, dazed, as his superior officer fucked him into the floor, mumbling words like "betrayal," and "trust," over and over again, until they were the only thoughts swimming around his brain.
Sam felt the body above him still then quivver, as Gene came, the sticky liquid burning at the fresh tears inside him. Gene pulled out without care. Sam didn't look but could hear him breathing shallowly, feel him watching him guiltily. Footsteps finally staggered backwards and retreated up the stairs, leaving Sam alone, bleeding on the threadbare carpet.
If Sam hadn't been so drunk, he would've been able to say no.
Dominant Gene gives submissive Sam a punishment fuck fo his own good. While Sam is not happy about it, he accepts that it is necessary...
Break Down
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes. Sir. What," Hunt growled into Sam's ear. Pinned helplessly against the back wall of Lost and Found, Sam could do nothing but respond exactly as his Guv wanted him to.
"Yes, sir, you have to do this." Because Gene did, didn't he? Sam had fucked up and in return he was fucked because those were the rules and DI Tyler always played by the rules.
"Yes, Tyler, I do," Gene snarled with a trace of disappointment in his voice as he wrenched down Sam's trousers, noting with pride how Tyler stayed obediently still while Gene had to remove his hands from Sam's arms in order to pull down his own slacks. "And do you understand why, DI Tyler?"
This was the part Sam hated most. The part where he had to relive his mistake while Gene hastily prepared him for what was to come next because he didn't hate what Gene was going to do, that he understood. Sam hated that he had to admit he made a mistake in the first place. When Sam's response was too long delayed, a familiar cock was forced inside him without warning. He would've whimpered, if it was allowed.
"I asked you if you understood why, Tyler," Gene hissed as he pressed hard on Sam's arms, slowly beginning to thrust himself in and out of his disobedient Inspector.
"Because...because I released the suspect without..." Sam hissed in pain after a particularly hard thrust.
"Without what, Tyler?"
"Without consulting...with you, sir, first, sir." Sam was gasping for air, his chest pressed hard against the cement wall but Gene was unrelenting.
"And then what happened, DI Tyler?"
"He...he proceeded to kill his...his wife and...and child, sir." The images of the innocent victims' bloodied bodies flashed before Sam's eyes and he involuntarily let out a choked sob. Gene pushed into him harder.
"And whose fault was it, Tyler? Hm? Whose fault is it that they're dead?"
"Mine," Sam wept. "Mine, sir."
Gene stilled inside of Sam, sliding his hands down and inside his deputy's shirt, lightly caressing his chest. "No. No, Sammy. It was his," he whispered, lips brushing Sam's wet cheek. Slowly, he began moving his hips again, this time making sure his cock hit Sam's prostate with every push. "It was that scumbags fault, Sammy. Not yours. Never yours. And that's why I have to do this."
Sam moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"You're being punished for blaming yourself, Sammy. I have to do this to fix that. To fix you. Because it's not your fault and you have to let go. Can you let go, Sammy? Can you?" Gene reached around and grabbed Sam's stiff cock, fisting him roughly as he whispered reassurances into his ear. Gene had to do this. When Sam got like this, he had to break him down so he could build him back up. It was the only way.
At long last, Sam let out a cry and came all over his Guv's hand. Gene immediately pulled out, spun Tyler round, and forced him to his knees. Sam knew exactly what to do and took Gene into his mouth, sucking gently, asking for forgiveness with his mouth and his tongue but without words. Gene stroked the top of his head with his clean hand, fingers gliding through the short hair as he accepted Sam's apology.
Finally, Gene was able to come, holding Sam in place as his deputy dutifully swallowed it all down. For the second time, he pulled out of Sam, then held out his dirty hand. "Lick it clean, Sammy." Sam nodded and began running his lips and tongue over his Guv's hands, cleaning himself of off him. "That's it. There's a good lad," Gene cooed as Sam finished.
"Now," Gene ordered. "Whose fault was it?"
Sam stayed kneeling on the ground, eyes fixed on the floor. "His. His, sir."
"Not yours?"
Sam knew better than to hesitate. "No, sir."
Gene nodded in satisfaction. "Good boy. Now get yourself cleaned up and get back to work."
"Yes Guv."
Gene left him alone on the cold floor, knowing that later, away from the rules of the station, he would keep him warm tonight.
Author: dak
Word Count: 734 for Bad Woolf/ 703 for Break Down
Rating: brown cortina
Warnings: dark, angsty, dubious, smut (I'll let the prompts speak for themselves.
A/N: I hear confession is good for the soul, so I, too, have decided to own up to my contributions to
fiandyfic's Anon pr0n-fest, while I have the chance to get on the internet. I apologize for the horrible titles. *Retreats back into internetless depths*
Sam/Gene, dubious consent & angst following news of Harry Woolf's death...
Bad Woolf
Gene had been drinking heavily, moreso than usual. Much more, which concerned his DI. The DI in question decided to take the non-Dorothy approach to discovering his Guv's unease, pretending to hide his true concern as he matched Gene pint for pint, shot for shot. The DI failed to take into consideration, however, the fact that he weighed significantly less than his superior officer, had forgotten to eat earlier that day, and was suddenly wondering why he was pissed while his Guv seemed nary the worse for wear.
"Eleven-thirty, Detective Inspector. Chuckin' out time. Get your coat." If Sam hadn't been so drunk himself, he would have noticed Gene was indeed slurring his words.
"Soon's I can find it, Guv." Sam wearily spun his head side to side, searching for the familiar black leather.
"You're wearin' it, you nonce. Let's go." Gene hauled him up by the elbow, dragging him out of the Arms and into the Cortina.
"Think...think we just passed my flat, Guv," Sam watched as a building he thought he recognized passed from his dazed view.
"Not goin' to your flat, Tyler." If Sam hadn't been so drunk, he would have noticed the darkness creeping into Gene's voice. A few minutes later and Sam found himself being half-carried through an unfamiliar doorway.
"This your house, Guv? 'S nice," Sam tried to be polite as he was shifted inside and propped up against a wall as Gene removed his camel-hair coat, hanging it neatly on a hook.
"Shut it, Tyler."
"I'm just trying to be a hospitable guest, Gene."
"And I said shut it!" Gene bellowed and slapped him across the face. Not punched. Slapped. Open palm. Across his left cheek. If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would have said it hurt.
Gene paused a moment, running a hand through his hair as he decided what to do next. Sam could only stare, unsuccessfully attempting to force his brain to work through the haze of alcohol. His significantly slowed train of thought was suddenly halted as Gene grabbed him again and threw him into the sitting room. Sam landed roughly on his hands and knees. He shook his head, another failed attempt at clearing his brain, when he felt a weight behind him.
"Got some...some bad news today, Sammy-boy." If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would've tried to move as a heavy hand started stroking his back. "Taught me everything I know, he did. Showed me everything. And I trusted him and he betrayed me." Gene's voice was wavering but cold. "He betrayed me," Gene repeated, stronger, darker. "Now 'e's gone and he never apologized. Not once. Not even to me. And I was 'is DI," Gene forced a cruel laugh. If Sam hadn't been so drunk he would've shuddered.
He would've shuddered as cold air met bare skin and for the life of him, Sam couldn't understand how his trousers got pushed down around his knees. "I couldn't save 'im," Gene muttered and Sam finally realized that maybe his Guv wasn't as sober as he originally thought. "I was 'is DI an' I couldn't save 'im. I couldn't change 'im."
Sam blinked and suddenly there was hard flesh pressing against him where he didn't think there should be but somewhere along the way from the hall to the sitting room floor, he'd lost the ability to speak. "Can you save me, Sammy?" There was a hand stroking his cock and it wasn't his own. Sam could only gasp. "Can you change me, Sam? Can you change this?"
Gene plunged himself inside his deputy with no warning, no preparation, and all the air was forced out of Sam's lungs. His hands lost their grip on the carpet and he fell flat on his stomach, able only to lie there, dazed, as his superior officer fucked him into the floor, mumbling words like "betrayal," and "trust," over and over again, until they were the only thoughts swimming around his brain.
Sam felt the body above him still then quivver, as Gene came, the sticky liquid burning at the fresh tears inside him. Gene pulled out without care. Sam didn't look but could hear him breathing shallowly, feel him watching him guiltily. Footsteps finally staggered backwards and retreated up the stairs, leaving Sam alone, bleeding on the threadbare carpet.
If Sam hadn't been so drunk, he would've been able to say no.
Dominant Gene gives submissive Sam a punishment fuck fo his own good. While Sam is not happy about it, he accepts that it is necessary...
Break Down
"Yes what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes. Sir. What," Hunt growled into Sam's ear. Pinned helplessly against the back wall of Lost and Found, Sam could do nothing but respond exactly as his Guv wanted him to.
"Yes, sir, you have to do this." Because Gene did, didn't he? Sam had fucked up and in return he was fucked because those were the rules and DI Tyler always played by the rules.
"Yes, Tyler, I do," Gene snarled with a trace of disappointment in his voice as he wrenched down Sam's trousers, noting with pride how Tyler stayed obediently still while Gene had to remove his hands from Sam's arms in order to pull down his own slacks. "And do you understand why, DI Tyler?"
This was the part Sam hated most. The part where he had to relive his mistake while Gene hastily prepared him for what was to come next because he didn't hate what Gene was going to do, that he understood. Sam hated that he had to admit he made a mistake in the first place. When Sam's response was too long delayed, a familiar cock was forced inside him without warning. He would've whimpered, if it was allowed.
"I asked you if you understood why, Tyler," Gene hissed as he pressed hard on Sam's arms, slowly beginning to thrust himself in and out of his disobedient Inspector.
"Because...because I released the suspect without..." Sam hissed in pain after a particularly hard thrust.
"Without what, Tyler?"
"Without consulting...with you, sir, first, sir." Sam was gasping for air, his chest pressed hard against the cement wall but Gene was unrelenting.
"And then what happened, DI Tyler?"
"He...he proceeded to kill his...his wife and...and child, sir." The images of the innocent victims' bloodied bodies flashed before Sam's eyes and he involuntarily let out a choked sob. Gene pushed into him harder.
"And whose fault was it, Tyler? Hm? Whose fault is it that they're dead?"
"Mine," Sam wept. "Mine, sir."
Gene stilled inside of Sam, sliding his hands down and inside his deputy's shirt, lightly caressing his chest. "No. No, Sammy. It was his," he whispered, lips brushing Sam's wet cheek. Slowly, he began moving his hips again, this time making sure his cock hit Sam's prostate with every push. "It was that scumbags fault, Sammy. Not yours. Never yours. And that's why I have to do this."
Sam moaned, a mix of pain and pleasure.
"You're being punished for blaming yourself, Sammy. I have to do this to fix that. To fix you. Because it's not your fault and you have to let go. Can you let go, Sammy? Can you?" Gene reached around and grabbed Sam's stiff cock, fisting him roughly as he whispered reassurances into his ear. Gene had to do this. When Sam got like this, he had to break him down so he could build him back up. It was the only way.
At long last, Sam let out a cry and came all over his Guv's hand. Gene immediately pulled out, spun Tyler round, and forced him to his knees. Sam knew exactly what to do and took Gene into his mouth, sucking gently, asking for forgiveness with his mouth and his tongue but without words. Gene stroked the top of his head with his clean hand, fingers gliding through the short hair as he accepted Sam's apology.
Finally, Gene was able to come, holding Sam in place as his deputy dutifully swallowed it all down. For the second time, he pulled out of Sam, then held out his dirty hand. "Lick it clean, Sammy." Sam nodded and began running his lips and tongue over his Guv's hands, cleaning himself of off him. "That's it. There's a good lad," Gene cooed as Sam finished.
"Now," Gene ordered. "Whose fault was it?"
Sam stayed kneeling on the ground, eyes fixed on the floor. "His. His, sir."
"Not yours?"
Sam knew better than to hesitate. "No, sir."
Gene nodded in satisfaction. "Good boy. Now get yourself cleaned up and get back to work."
"Yes Guv."
Gene left him alone on the cold floor, knowing that later, away from the rules of the station, he would keep him warm tonight.