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14 November 2007 @ 05:52 pm
This is the fastest I've posted in AGES O__O  
TITLE: Elevation Level 4
RATING: R, possible NC-ish-ness later
PAIRING(S): Any combination of the following: Nicholas Angel, Liam Nash (Deskjob), Kelsey Munsel, Adrian Holbech, Duncan Bathe, Andrew Wainwright [[Note: Some are real, others implied, and most of them are weird....]]
WORDS:
A/N: A concert. A cafe. Some soul-searching between old friends becomes a little bit more, and may even serve to sever ties and build new bridges. Has Andrew gotten himself in trouble? Does Liam still feel all tingly for Nicholas? And whose pants is Nicholas wearing? :O!

Music this time is from Circa Survive, because I wanted to, and it's my fic. ;)
Circa Survive - The Difference Between Medicine and Poison Is In the Dose
Circa Survive - In The Morning And Amazing

THIS WAY for chapter 1. OVER HERE is chapter 2. THAT ONE is chapter 3, by the way.




(This is not my ceiling…hmm…)

Liam rocked his head from side to side, feeling a heavy weight on his body that hadn’t been there before, like being snared in a trap or pinned down by invisible hands. He felt a dull ache spreading through his abdomen and thighs as his brain began to warm up and his eyes began to focus, recognizing the ceiling, the ache, and the man next to him in the same instant. There was really nothing to do but freeze and wait for the shock to pass, trying not to let his strangled breathing wake Nicholas; their noses were almost touching, and there was no way for Liam to wriggle free of his firm embrace without rousing Nicky.

Instead, he closed his eyes and calmed his mind, thinking back as hard as he could, willing forth memories he wasn’t sure if he should relish or regret. He knew before he even asked himself they’d had sex; the pain was too distinct to mistake. He also knew he hadn’t fought or asked to stop, that he’d not only participated in but initiated some things that could qualify as raping Nicholas, and subconsciously, and quite subversively, a little voice in the back of his head was telling him the worst truth of all (You liked it…).

He instinctively reached for his mobile before realizing he was quite naked and that the battery was most likely dead by now. If Grace had tried to call…She must be horribly worried, and…if she ever KNEW… Liam forced his brain to be silent, allowing himself to believe that she’d merely think he was with Kels or Duncan and Adrian, and that he’d gotten pissed and forgotten to call, or something vaguely akin to that (Speaking of, where did they end up last night? Were they alright? Were they still alive? They must be worried about him, too, they - what if they called Grace?!).

He let out a startled grunt as he felt lips contacting his, so lost in his knot of worries that he hadn’t realized Nicholas was staring holes into his skull, and subsequently drilling them with his tongue. He had to admit, kissing Nicholas was a different experience altogether than kissing anyone else, male or female, and at the risk of losing the morning to another bout of rough, potentially unprotected sex (Such bad ideas, both of them! I have work, probably late, and Grace! And Kels and Dunc-!), he let Nicholas coax him onto his back.

The instant Nicholas climbed between his legs, carefully sliding his body along Liam’s to rest his elbows on either side of his head and lying flat against him, Liam was sure this, this was what he wanted. He was afraid to let Nicholas open his mouth and ruin the illusion again, but just to have this, this feeling of completeness, he would give up anything (Anything? What about Grace, what about Charlie? Your son, you git, your son-) to keep it.

“Morning,” Nicholas murmured, breaking away and smiling softly, much to Liam’s dismay.

“Oooooh, Nicky,” Liam groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and pouting. He yawned, shifting comfortably against the deep pillows behind his head, fluttering his eyelashes as he peered at Nicholas through half-lidded eyes. He considered pressing the matter of sex, seeing as he was already quite ready and willing, but seeing the pensive, concerned look on Nicholas’s face, thought better of it. Instead, he reached up and ran his fingers through Nicholas’s mess of blond hair, relieved to see his Nicky was sticking around for the morning, and not popping off to Candy Land or wherever the hell he’d gone last night.

“We should…talk,” Nicholas said grimly, looking as uncomfortable about such things as he always had. He shifted on his elbows, sniffing as a gap filler, where normal people would clear their throats or insert a non-descriptive verbal cue: Liam got to ask the first question.

“Why are you-?” Liam started, knowing immediately that Nicholas was going to cut him off and fading away appropriately.

“I don’t want to talk about Sandford,” Nicholas supplied fluidly, giving Liam the tiniest hint of a smile; he appreciated Liam’s memory for considerations and always had. “But,” he said in a sighing fashion, “If you’d prefer to know why I’m back in London, I suppose you already know it’s because I’m taking the vacant Inspectorship. Seeing as it is against regulations to promote an officer to a higher rank in a different precinct, my Sergeantship was technically served in London, and my subsequent appointment was made void after last year’s reassessment. Therefore-”

“-Don’t use ‘therefore,’ please,” Liam interrupted, his tone low enough to just under ride Nicholas’s speech. He smiled cheekily as Nicholas cocked an eyebrow at him.

Therefore, love,” Nicholas repeated, ignoring the tongue Liam stuck out at him teasingly, “In order to maintain my rank, and in the interest of any further promotion, it was in my best interest to return to London. Besides, Sandford was…far too…provincial.”

Liam noticed with marked interest how Nicholas’s expression changed as he discussed the matter of Sandford; he would curl his lip, sort of sneer, and look off into the middle-distance, as if considering a scoff or a nuclear strike. Most of the time, Nicholas’s expressions could double as comical and diabolical.

“And what about Da-?” Liam started, shifting on his elbows to reassess their positions; he was still in a bit of an embarrassing situation, in a Monty Python wink-wink-nudge-nudge sort off way, which was not good while trying to have a serious conversation. The force of Nicholas’s response, however, was enough to put him soft in an instant.

NOT talking about…that, either,” Nicholas barked before catching himself and quieting his tone considerably. He looked away hurriedly, rubbing his mouth on his forearm before looking back with another sniff, rolling his lips into his mouth and focusing on the pillow beside Liam’s head. He clicked his teeth together before saying much more softly, “Danny and I…we’re no longer together, I’m afraid.”

“…You’re afraid?” Liam repeated, raising his eyebrows. If he could push himself any further into the pillows, any further away from Nicholas, he would. “Either you are or you’re not, Nicky. I mean, God, what happened? You two were, well, from what I saw-

“Things aren’t always as they seem, are they, Liam?” Nicholas cut him off, fixing Liam with a frightening stare: The topic was closed.

“Christ, Nick,” Liam sighed, looking toward the wall as he tried to roll on his side, “I was just concerned-…fuck it.”

Nicholas grabbed his shoulders and pushed him flat, looking down on him for a moment before sinking in for a hug. He buried his face in the crook of Liam’s neck and lay still, listening to his friend’s heartbeat, sighing luxuriantly as Liam caved and began to rub his back.

“Tha’s th’moas’ adoarabul thing I evel saw,” someone drawled from the doorway, making them both glance over indignantly at first before recognizing their audience and springing apart, snatching up the bedclothes like barriers.

DUNCAN!!?!” they chorused, watching Duncan bite his bottom lip and grin where he leaned against the bedroom door frame, topless and disheveled, wearing sleep pants a size or so too big for his small frame. Behind him, Andrew’s door was open, and the sound of running water from the bathroom added a strange hiss as an undertone to their scream-speech.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Liam yelped, furrowing his brow and blushing furiously.

“S’kinda obv’yus, innit?” Duncan grinned, waggling his eyebrows and jerking his head in the direction of the other room. “Wut, yer not th’only one ’oo ken get picked up, Liam, an married a’that!”

“For fuck’s sake,” Nicholas growled, wrenching back the blankets and jumping out of bed, snatching a pair of jeans from the bedroom floor and screwing the concept of underwear as he zipped up and brushed past Duncan, heading for the bathroom. He didn’t bother to entertain the appraising look Duncan gave him as he went, but he kept tucked in the back of his mind a note to bloody Dunc’s nose considerably if he ever oggled Liam like that again; he’d practically molested him with his eyes, the horny little frog.

“This should be good,” Liam sighed, rolling his eyes, as Duncan shook his head and watched Nicholas stalk angrily through the apartment.



“The hell are you doing…?” Andrew asked indignantly through a mouthful of toothpaste as Nicholas stormed the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.

“What am I doing, what on earth are you doing, sleeping with Duncan?” Nicholas hissed, grabbing Andrew’s left arm, the one without a toothbrush at the end of it, and slamming him against the pedestal sink. Ignoring the grimace and glare Andrew fixed on him, Nicholas pressed his body against Andrew’s, their faces inches apart as he growled, “You know damn well he’s in a committed relationship! It’s not going to be any easier for us if you go around bungling up intra-office relationships!”

“Bungling?” Andrew repeated, turning his head to spit his wad of toothpaste into the sink before continuing, “You’re one to fucking talk, ain’t you, Chief?”

“Fuck off,” Nicholas sneered, leaning his hips more heavily against Andrew so the lip of the sink jabbed into his lumbar spine. He tightened his grip on Andrew’s arm as he continued, a ferocious look on his face, “I can’t change the past, Andrew, but I can learn from it, and I have. I’ve said I’m sorry a thousand times and meant it, I really meant it, and you know I still do…But we have to move on, Andy, we have to…It’s not easy, I know-”

“Absolutely sucks,” Andrew agreed, looking away, relaxing his stance and feeling Nicholas begin to relax in turn. He licked his lips before continuing, “D’you think…he misses me, at all?”

“…Yeah,” Nicholas murmured, feeling the need to step back but forcing himself to resist it. He rubbed Andrew’s arm compassionately, adding, “Yeah, I do. I think…I think he does.”

Andrew snorted, looking at the floor and biting his tongue before looking back at Nicholas and shrugging. “You going to get off me now, or do I have to shag you, too?”

“Christ, that’s right,”Nicholas suddenly groaned, stepping back and grinding his palms into his eyes. Somehow, he’d managed to get off track. “Andrew, why the hell did you-”

“He’s fucking hot!” Andrew said in a tone two octaves higher than usual, looking incredulous, motioning at the closed bathroom door and trying to indicate Duncan somehow. “How the hell did you wind up buggering Liam, huh? You just run in to him and he drops his pants for you, is that it? You London benders are all fucking easy, or something?”

“He fell on me!” Nicholas shouted, motioning at the door as well. It was actually a very nice door. Anyway. “And I wouldn’t have been there if it weren’t for your friend-

“Oy, you knew Doug, too!” Andrew snapped, waggling a finger at Nicholas. “An’it’s not his fault you can’t take even weak shit.”

“I don’t do drugs!” Nicholas yelled, pressing his fingers savagely to his temples for a moment before throwing his hands to his sides, looking at Andrew like he was a total bass-ackwards plain-clothes narc. “You can’t just slip people shit and hope for the best when you know bloody damn well-CHRIST!!

Nicholas’s mobile began to vibrate, barely separated from his ass by denim, making him leap forward and crash against Andrew in surprise.

“Fucking hell,” Andrew growled, reaching around Nicholas and yanking his mobile free, wrapping an arm around Nicholas’s waist and trapping him against Andrew as he flipped open the phone and placed it to his ear. “He-llo?” he said impatiently, squeezing Nicholas as his friend tried to snatch his phone back. The next instant, Andrew jammed the phone into Nicholas’s hand and forced it to his ear, his other arm joining the first around Nicholas’s body.

“Nicholas?” Kels asked groggily on the other end. “What - No, Adrian, it’s fucking Nicholas…yeah, it’s Liam’s number…Yeah, I know…you don’t think - I’m at Ady’s, you seen Dunc anywhere?”

Nicholas froze, feeling his blood run cold; when the hell did he get Liam‘s phone? Were these even his pants? Licking his lips, he looked over at the bathroom door, then down at Andrew, then back to the bathroom door. “Ahm…y-yeah, he’s at my place, s…sorry about -- fuck, Andrew, stop it!”

Andrew was licking the side of Nicholas’s neck, engaged in one of his favorite activities: Buggering Nicholas off the phone. Nicholas swatted at him until Andrew leaned back, rolling his eyes and looking completely disgusted, but refusing to relinquish his hold. His right hand hooked the lip of Nicholas’s jeans and sneaked beneath the fabric, grabbing Nicholas’s bare ass and arcing his eyebrows in silent approval.

“Have him call Adrian ASAP, will you?” Kels’s voice sounded exhausted, and Nicholas knew there was no hope of responding before he hung up. The next instant, the line went dead.

“Andrew,” Nicholas sighed, shaking his head at his friend, which only made the detective grin more mischievously. He wouldn’t say it, but this was the sort of thing people did when they wanted to get run out of small towns, it really was. It really was.





 
 
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stelluci: Polislashstelluci on November 15th, 2007 12:15 am (UTC)
As is this one, thankfully! :D
mikes_grrl on November 15th, 2007 02:42 am (UTC)
Total mind fuck on all of this. ARRRGGGHHH!!!

Andrew and Nicholas run out of town? The way they talk, there is more to it than that; I'm still voting for some form of 'undercover' even if they took it just to get out of Sandford. Is Andrew talking about Andy missing him? WTF did Nicholas do to Danny? Because I KNOW Danny's not at fault here. And I also KNOW Liam will not be pleased with Nicholas' new "fuck anything that moves" lifestyle; he fell in love with the old-style Nicholas, and this one I don't think he will approve at all, even if he continues to shag him.

And HOW could Andy and Nicholas end up together anyway? We loves it yah but it is not really a natural fit; something went down in Sandford and I WANT TO KNOW WHAT, beeeeaatch!

Please tell me you have this mapped out, that there is some kind of logic going on here. Please? Because despite myself I am totally enraptured with what you have going on here. Really.
stelluci: Guitarstelluci on November 15th, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
BWAHAHAHAHAAAA! My brain was cracked out on Dragonforce when I wrote the initial plot. That's the only clue you get! IT'S EEEBIL!
lacking in glitter: subtexttawg on November 15th, 2007 04:47 am (UTC)
This is all so... there are just more questions! MOAR!! There is no sense-making to be had here at all!! Thankfully the gratuitous pantaloon promiscuity makes up for it. But still. I must have more, if only for the pants!

(Also: I will have something for you soooooon.)
stellucistelluci on November 15th, 2007 05:52 am (UTC)
T_____T
stelluci: horatiostelluci on November 15th, 2007 05:53 am (UTC)
*chews on your soul, like this: NAM NAM NAM*
lacking in glitter: subtexttawg on November 15th, 2007 07:13 am (UTC)
Mai sol is teh cayknez?
zombie survivalist: Eddie bwbeccavox on November 15th, 2007 11:36 pm (UTC)
Okay, I have to admit that I am completely WTF?ed out here.

I also have to admit that I've lurked around many fandoms in my day and I'm usually such a canon whore that I won't give the time of day to anything that isn't. But this, as well as all the other non-canon I've read here at Sandford, just freakin' rocks. I am reform-ed.

I must now go and feed my mother's cat...please tell me that the next installment will be up before I get home. (I have a feeling that I may have to wait for this one, no?)
stelluci: Loserstelluci on November 16th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Yes the next chapter is being rewritten, because I had to edit it so Nicholas and Andrew could make a reference to a video game in a later chapter and not have a subplot clusterfuck occur.
lacking in glitter: subtexttawg on November 16th, 2007 05:26 am (UTC)
So wait, you're taking a clusterfuck out?
stelluci: Cheeseburgerstelluci on November 17th, 2007 09:36 pm (UTC)
Yes. In favor of gratuitous pop culture references, yes.
Lexipants: Sexy srs Danny.  Rawr.haliyah on September 7th, 2008 06:05 am (UTC)
Is there any more of this? PLEASE SAY THERE IS!!! D8