Title: Falling Apart – Part Four

Author: Neyah444

Word count: 1,969

Rating: M (M/M explicit content!)

Pairing: Sam/Gene

Spoilers: 2.08 (It takes place in 1974, several months after the last episode)

Warning: Slash, and it's very mushy

Summary: There's no place like home.

Disclaimer: Life On Mars belongs to BBC

Notes: Okay, this was my fanfic ever, I wrote it back in 2008. Looking at it now, I realise that I could have done a much better job at it (make it less mushy and more steamy), despite being a non-native English speaker, but I refuse to rewrite it for sentimental reasons, and post it as is. I hope you enjoy. And yes, I do realise it's slightly OOC, but I don't think anyone can write a shash with this pairing without it being OOC. I mean, seriously

FALLING APART: Part Four

Sam decided to make himself a cup of coffee because he was sure that it would be an extremely long night and he knew that if 'Sleeping Beauty' wakes up, he would need one.

Gene was lying on the sofa totally knocked out, and Sam was wondering, why he was so terrified to see him.

Sam heard a painful groan from the direction of the living room and he ran inside. Gene sat up and relaxed on the sofa as he was massaging his head, but when he saw Sam, he became fully alarmed again.

"Oh, my God! It wasn't a bloody nightmare! What the hell do you want from me? Leave me alone!" He shouted.

"Oi, Gene! It's me, Sam! What's the matter with you?" Sam said in a calming voice.

"But you... can't be... I did... I saw you..." He muttered.

"Please, would you try to spit out at least one sentence that makes sense?"

"I saw it! I was there! I was there when they pulled your body out of the canal! You are dead! I made a speech at your funeral! Are you a bloody ghost, or what?"

Sam just blinked at him, confused.

"What? I'm not a ghost! I'm not dead! You can see I'm not dead."

"Yeah, but... how?" Gene looked at him distrustfully.

"Wait a minute! Funeral? You've arranged it very quickly! I've only resigned yesterday morning." Sam said in disbelief.

"Six months, Sam! Six fucking painful months!" Gene yelled with tears in his eyes. He really looked miserable.

"What?" Sam looked into Gene's eyes and he saw the unspeakable pain.

Gene still couldn't believe it was Sam standing in front of him. He thought it was just a cruel game of his imagination. He slowly lifted his hand.

"Can I?" He asked in a hoarse whisper. Sam understood what he meant. He wanted to touch him, to feel him, to know he was real.

"I am real, Gene!" He said, as he leaned close to him, and took his hands. A tear ran down on the man's cheek as he lifted himself from the sofa and took Sam in his arms. He held him so tight he nearly crushed him.

Thousands and thousands of questions were whirling in Sam's mind, he wanted to know everything, but instead of words he just stood there and enjoyed the moment he prayed for since the day he had chosen to come back to this world. To hug Gene, to be that close to him, to feel his warmth and to hear his every heartbeat.

"I missed you." Sam whispered in his ear.

He experienced so many inexplicable things since he first met him so Gene slowly started to accept that the man he was hugging was really Sam.

"Ok, don't get too soft, Dorothy!" Sam only smiled at that. That was the Gene Hunt he knew. The always proud and apparently tough DCI.

"Come on, I've made you a strong coffee. You look like you need it." He led him to the kitchen, poured a coffee for both of them, and made himself comfortable in the opposite chair.

"So, where the hell have you been?" Asked Gene again as he took a sip of his coffee. Sam wanted to say that he went so far away, he was in place no one else had been before, but he couldn't tell it to him, could he?

"I went away and I came back. Because of you. That's all you need to know." Gene nodded as he sensed the weight of those words.

"And will you stay this time?"

"I will, I promise. Forever!"

"Oh, I've heard this before" Gene said playfully, but Sam could see the very real distress behind that tone. He leaned forward.

"Forever!" He said, and he meant it. "I wanted to find my happiness, but that's over. I realized that I found that already." He looked at Gene meaningfully.

"Then you know the moral of the story now, Dorothy!" He smiled. "If you ever go looking for your heart's desire again, don't look any further than your own back yard. Because if it isn't there, you never really lost it to begin with! Is that right?"

"Yes, it is." Sam smiled. "There's no place like home. And if this is not home, then what is?" They both laughed at that and they didn't need words anymore.

They sat there for a good half an hour, just looking at each other, enjoying each other's company. Then Sam decided to ask him what he wanted to know.

"I have to know something." He asked carefully. "Will I have a workplace to go to on Monday?"

"Unfortunately, Sam, I've got a new DI. DI Reed." Gene said, as he placed his cup on the table. "But you're lucky, because he's going back to Birmingham next week. Family problems." He smiled. "It seems I will have to search for a new DI."

"Well, you don't really have to, you know. I'm kinda looking for a job, and would like to come back, if you don't mind, that is..."

"I don't mind at all, Sam. The team wasn't complete without you."

Gene smiled as he stood up, went to the sink and rinsed his cup.

"About Morgan..." Sam started in a low voice.

"No!" Gene turned around to face him. "Just forget about it." Morgan! That damned bastard! He almost lost Sam because of him. And when he mentioned it he almost lost him again. It's not worth it.

"It's in the past," He continued, "so just leave it there."

"But..."

"I mean it!" His voice left no place for arguments. He let out a big sigh. "I'm going to bed. I'll be upstairs. Make yourself at home." He smiled at Sam with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "It's good to have you back, Sam!"

And with this he turned to go. Sam watched him as he walked to the staircase and disappeared. He was buried deep in his thoughts. What could that possibly mean? Gene doesn't want to talk about Morgan, but he wanted to. He wanted to clear it up once and for all.

He couldn't imagine what Gene had been going through in these last six months. What an impossible situation! And where's Gene's wife? No trace of a woman in the house. Strange.

Then it finally struck him. What were those last sentences and that smile supposed to mean? Was that an open invitation? He was a good detective, he could easily read the signs. Damn, why was it so hard with Gene?

Gene was standing in his bedroom pouring himself a last glass of whiskey before sleep. He made it clear to Sam that he wants him to come after him, didn't he? It was bloody obvious, it couldn't be misread. A lump went to his throat at the thought that Sam might not want to come. But he said he came back for him. This bastard was so hard to catch up with! One day this would drive him crazy!

Then he heard footsteps approaching the bedroom. He rushed to the open door, and found Sam standing there, smiling bemused but with lust in his eyes. Gene gently pulled him into the room and closed the door.

Sam trying to hide his bafflement pointed to the bottle of whiskey.

"Am I invited to the party?"

Gene poured a glass to Sam, and another one for himself. They both needed that drink.

After he drank off his own, he stepped to Sam and gently took the glass out of his hands, put them on the bedside table and leaned closer to him. Their lips met, and Gene's started brushing and licking Sam's. Sam opened his mouth to deepen the kiss and as their tongues met he let out a soft moan. His breathing became shallow. The desire was growing in them like a beast, their blood started to boil, their heart raced a hundred miles per hour.

Their lips parted as they found themselves in each other's embrace, panting, their foreheads touching, the air in the room became sweltering, filled with the rising scent of lust and overwhelming need.

They became all hands, lips, skin and hearts. Every parts of their bodies flamed up, their senses heightened, every inch of skin became hypersensitive.

All the desire they repressed for so long broke loose. Gene unbuttoned each and every button of Sam's shirt revealing his magnificent, lithe body. He gently sucked his former DI's neck as he undid his belts and freed Sam of his extremely tight trousers. He eyed him up and down, breathing in the sight of his gorgeous, naked body. He definitely enjoyed the spectacle.

As he leant close, eagerly to touch Sam everywhere he could, Sam was trying clumsily to unbutton his lover's shirt with his shaking hands. Gene took his pinkish-brown nipple between his lips tasting it, playing with it, while he started lubricating Sam's hard-on with the pre-cum that was already leaking out of it, teasing it tenderly. Sam's hands dropped, he pressed his hips to Gene's, his head fell back and he let out an almost painfully yearning moan, his face convulsed in pleasure.

"Ah, Gene! Yes!" He whispered under his breath.

Then Sam looked at Gene, his eyes half closed, clouded by lust. That look almost pushed him over the edge, so he started to get rid of his own clothes.

Their naked bodies clashed as they landed on the big double bed.

Sam climbed on top of him, his hands started to explore the other man's body, finding and caressing all the erogenous zones both with hands and tongue. Gene let out a soft moan awoken by pleasure and need as he started to mimic Sam's every movement.

Sam's lips found Gene's once again. He breathed in the scent of his lover's pleasure knowing it was he who caused it.

Sam was thinking about the lubrication for the big act, but he decided that would have been too big a step for both of them. It could wait. He was happy with what he could get.

Gene put his hands on the back of Sam's neck pulling him down into a kiss, while his other hand was trapped between their bodies. The kiss was deep and messy, and it seemed to last for hours.

Rubbing their hard members together, Sam bent down kissing, licking, sucking his Guv's neck, gently enough not to cause pain, but roughly enough to leave his mark. Gene moaned as his tongue traveled down to his nipples, hitting all the sensitive spots. Then he switched to his earlobes, teasing him with his hot, staccato breath.

"Oh, my God! Fuck, Sam! What are you doing to me? Jesus!" Gene cried out passionately.

Sam looked into his wide eyes, and saw that he's going to cum, so he speeded up.

Their bodies rocked to rhythm of their hearts towards heavenly heights until they both cried out of ecstasy as they exploded in perfect unison, with the other's name on their lips. Sam fell on top of Gene in complete bliss, deafened by their own cries, their bodies exhausted by the mind-numbing pleasure.

Then everything went silent, the air evaporated down by the combined scents of sweat, joy and gratification.

Sam lay on top of Gene, stroking the hair on his chest, then looked deeply into his eyes.

"I love you!" Sam said honestly. His whole heart was in these three words. Gene smiled as he pulled Sam closer and hugged him.

"I thought I lost you." He whispered.

Both relieved and exhausted, they fell asleep.

The sunlight slowly crawled in the window cooling down their heated skin. It was the messenger of a new day. Without secrets and doubts.

The End