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20 June 2007 @ 02:54 am
Fic: Somewhere in the Night (Nick/Danny)  
Title: Somewhere in the Night
Rating: R/NC-17 for sexual content.
Summary: "Nicholas is so awesome." Set a few hours after my fic Somewhere in the T's.
Notes: Special thanks to everybody who reviewed the first story, and extra-special thanks to gigglestheblood for metaphorically holding my hand through each painstaking sentence. All mistakes are my own. Crossposted to pepperlandgirl4, fregg_love, and sandfordpolice
Disclaimer: None of it's mine!

Danny pulled himself out of a nightmare, which really wasn’t a nightmare at all. It was a vivid memory. Waking up in a narrow hospital bed, his body drugged and numb, but pain still lurking just below the surface. It radiated from his left side and spread through him like sunshine. It might have been the first time he woke up. It might have been the hundredth. Danny didn’t know. But that time, that one time he returned to the world he did so with the knowledge, no the certainty, that Sergeant Nicholas Angel was dead.

Of course, Nicholas wasn’t, hadn’t been. The nurses told Danny he was drugged, confused, it had just been a bad dream, but he refused to go back to sleep until they wheeled Nick into his room, still suffering internal injuries from the explosion, so he could see for himself.

The actual event had been a drop in the bucket of pain, misery, and confusion during his recovery. It wasn’t even worth remembering. But it came to him without warning, the memory blanketing him when he was at his most defenseless. It was more of a physical memory than anything. He felt it in his solar plexus, and he felt it in the wound that would always be ugly and twisted and there, and he felt it at the tips of his fingers and toes.

The nightmare meant he wouldn’t be sleeping again. Not that night. Not until the next day, when he would finally drink himself into it, or passed out in front of the television, too exhausted to keep his eyes open another moment. He pushed the blanket aside and a muffled moan from beneath the covers stopped him short.

It’s Nicholas, his tired brain informed him. He’s here.

Afraid that he was still moving through a dream, Danny turned back to check, and it was Nicholas. Danny stared for a moment, waiting for something to click. This certainly had never happened before. It wasn’t the first time he woke up next to Nicholas. But there was one major difference between now and all the other times. Well, Danny considered as the blanket slipped down Nick’s bare chest, two.

First, Nicholas never slept in his bed. They slept on the couch, sitting up. Second, they were always fully clothed.

Tentatively, Danny reached out and touched the other man’s shoulder. As soon as his fingers skimmed across the smooth skin, the rest of the night slammed through his brain.


Danny didn’t mean to make any noise. He knew Nick could be a light sleeper. Movies didn’t seem to bother him, judging by the sheer number he managed to sleep through, but any other unexpected sound would pull him right from sleep. Now was no exception. His eyes fluttered open, already alert.

Danny smiled a little shyly. “Hi.”

Nicholas returned his smile, warming Danny right through. The smile was enough to banish the shadows still clinging to Danny’s mind. “Hi. Is it morning?”

“It’s still early. Four. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“No, no. It’s fine. I should probably be getting up anyway.”


“Shower. Get ready for work.”

“You don’t have to. It’s Sunday.”

Nick blinked. “That’s right.” He relaxed against the pillow. “What woke you?”

“Nothin’. Bad dream, I guess.”

“Oh. Sorry.” Nick tugged at his hand. “You going somewhere?”

Danny realized he was still half out of the bed. He shook his head and stretched out on his side, facing Nick. “You should go back to sleep.”

“Not really tired.”

His hand was moving down Danny’s chest as he spoke, and he paused at the twisted scar on his side. It was about the size of a fist, and the scar itself didn’t really hurt anymore. Nick’s fingers were almost delicate as he traced it, and brow was furrowed. He was thinking about something. What about, Danny couldn’t be certain. Maybe the accident itself, maybe the months after, maybe something else entirely.

Despite his earlier attempts to draw Nicholas out of his own mind, Danny didn’t say anything now. He remained motionless, watching the subtle shift of Nick’s expression, waiting for some clue. Nick turned over on his side, propping his head up on his hand, and continued his light, thoughtful caress.

Danny wasn’t the only one with scars. There was a twisted line on Nick’s arm where Amanda Paver grazed him with a bullet. There were other marks, some of which Danny knew, some of which had stories Nicholas never shared. He probably would if Danny asked. Nick was always willing to answer his questions, regardless if they were personal or professional.

“Does it still hurt?” Nicholas asked softly.

“Nah. Are you going to lecture me again?”

“What? No.”

He slid over, closing the space between them. Not that there had been a great deal of space to begin with. Danny’s bed was small, smaller still with two people in it. Without moving his hand away, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Danny’s. Nick’s touch had warmed him, but the kiss, as soft as it was, turned his insides to liquid. All his blood rushed south, and he still couldn’t quite believe Nicholas Angel was in his bed, kissing him like that.

Danny put his arm around him, rolling to his back and pulling Nick with him. Nick’s mouth was soft, sleepy. He traced Danny’s lips with his tongue before moving to deepen the kiss. His tongue moved against Danny’s slowly, coaxing a soft sigh from him. When Nick lifted his head, he was smiling. It made him look ten years younger, and Danny wished he would smile like that all of the time.

“I didn’t think you’d ever do that.” Danny said.

“I only just woke up.”

“No, I mean the other. Earlier.”

“That makes two of us, I suppose. Why didn’t you do something?”

Danny looked away. He had been watching Nicholas, one way or the other, since he arrived in Sandford—drinking his cranberry juice, scribbling in his notebook, filling out his paperwork. He watched Nick’s eyes when he surveyed a crime scene, when he made arrests, even when he was driving. He knew when Nick’s mind was going a mile a minute, speeding over ideas and theories and analyzing details—which was most of the time. Danny knew every smile, and frown, and each expression in between. But for all his watching, there were some things about Nicholas he still didn’t quite understand.

“I didn’t know you’d want me to, did I?”

“Why do you think I agreed to watch every movie in your library?”

“Because they’re good movies.”

“To spend time with you.”

“They’re still good movies.”


“You really wanted to spend more time with me?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, we spend every day with each other anyway.”

“Yeah.” He dipped his head and Danny expected another kiss, but his lips moved over Danny’s jaw, then his neck, then his shoulder. He watched with half-closed eyes as Nick dropped light kisses, seemingly at random.

“But I like you,” Nick added against his skin.

“I like you, too,” Danny murmured, unable to say anything else as Nick moved further down his body. His breath was warm where it fanned across his skin, and the hand that had been resting on his scar now moved up, smoothing over his chest. The hair on his arms stood on end, goose pimple breaking out over his skin with each drowsy caress.

Danny had movies about this, too. A private stash that even Nick hadn’t seen. He watched them alone, on the small television in his bedroom. Never in the living room. The NWA’s network of cameras had always made him uneasy. His father and Weaver had always insisted they were only in public places, designed to catch the riff-raff, to make their jobs easier. But Danny didn’t like them. They were vaguely creepy, and he couldn’t help but wonder what, exactly, would stop the NWA from installing cameras anywhere they weren’t welcome. There could have been one just across the street, pointed directly into his living room, for all he knew. And now knowing what he did, he fully expected that sort of thing had been happening.

So Danny watched his movies privately. And he had books, too. Things he picked up when he could. His experience wasn’t limited to movies and books, of course. He went around with a few girls in school, and there had been a bloke at the academy. Mark had been his name. But Nicholas wasn’t like the movies, and he certainly wasn’t like anybody Danny had ever been with. That was no great shocker, since Nicholas wasn’t like anybody Danny had ever known, period.

The movies always seemed messy, rushed. But Nicholas was neither. Danny fully understood why Nicholas was the best at everything he tried. It wasn’t always a bad thing to let Nick think. Especially when he was approaching something new to him.

I just want to be good at what I do.

At the time, Danny thought Nick meant he just wanted to be a good policeman officer, but now he knew better. Nicholas Angel wanted to be good at everything he did. He didn’t do anything by half, and sex was no exception. That sort of single-mindedness was excellent for the force—service—but it added a dimension of analysis, an almost stilted quality, to his love-making that Danny found a little unsettling. Not that Danny was complaining. Not that he could complain, because in Nick’s thorough research of Danny’s body, he found a very sensitive spot on his thigh, just below his hip. And he wasn’t shy about exploiting it.

Danny hissed sharply as Nick alternated his attacks. First, he used the very tips of his fingers. It didn’t even quite feel like contact. It was more of a promise of contact. Then he increased the pressure, letting his nails scrape across the skin. Danny tensed. He wasn’t sure if it was ticklish or not. He felt something like laughter growing in his chest, but it was sharper. Nick rubbed the slightly aggravated skin with the palm of his hand, soothing it before he dipped his head and touched him with his tongue.

It only lasted for a moment before Nick pulled away, but it sent sparks of desire through him. Danny didn’t have a chance to say anything before Nick was pulling away, going in search of another sensitive spot.

“Is it weird for you?” Danny asked, unsure of why the question popped up then.

“Is what weird for me?” Without lifting his head.

“Being with a bloke. You’ve never been with one before me, have you?”

“No. And I must not be doing it right if you can still talk.”

“You are,” Danny said quickly. “Doing it right, that is. But you’re doing it so carefully. I wondered if it was because of that, or if, you know, that’s just the way you are.”

Nick finally looked up, with a sort of half-grin. “Are you going to tell me to stop thinking again?”

Danny shook his head. “Sometimes thinking isn’t so bad.”

“I discovered something earlier tonight.”

“What’s that?”

“I like it when you do this.”

Before Danny could ask him what on earth he was talking about, Nick dragged his tongue along the seam of Danny’s thigh. Danny gasped at the very first moment of contact, his legs widening of their own accord. Nick did it again and again, and each time, Danny snatched a breath like Nick had never touched him before. It felt like his entire body clenched at the contact, and an odd sensation—not pleasant, not painful—shot through his chest and stopped at his throat. He almost felt like he was choking on it.

“You’re so sensitive,” Nick murmured, almost to himself.

Danny was so sensitive. So sensitive, in fact, that the breath from the words was enough to make his muscles tighten further.

“It makes me wonder…”

The muttered words were Danny’s only warning before Nick gently sunk his teeth into the flesh of his inner-thigh. It wasn’t a hard bite, but it sent ribbons of electricity through Danny’s groin, which then tangled into a big knot at the base of his spine. “Oh…god. What was that?”

“An experiment,” Nick murmured. “It didn’t hurt, did it?”

“Not at all.”

The answer seemed to satisfy Nicholas. He nodded and began his exploration anew. It would have been easy for Danny to drop his head back, to close his eyes, to just focus on the way each light touch, and kiss, and nibble reverberated through his body. He could have done that, but then he would miss out on the most satisfying part. The curtains were drawn against a full moon, but enough light still filtered into the room that Danny could keep his eyes trained on Nicholas.

Watching Nick was one of life’s pleasures, as far as Danny was concerned. And now was no exception. Danny almost wished he could lean over and turn on the light, but that just felt a bit greedy. Like he was asking for more than he really needed. Especially when Nicholas cupped his balls and began to stroke the sensitive skin with the very tips of his fingers.

“What are you trying to do to me?” Danny asked, half-serious.


Danny might have had a follow-up question, but it was utterly lost when he felt the unmistakable texture of Nick’s tongue brush against his cock. Like all of the contact, it was just a sample. Just an experiment. Over far too soon. Was everything code for make Danny lose his mind? Because he thought it might be, and if that was Nick’s goal, then Danny was as good as insane.

Nick pursed his lips and blew a soft puff of breath over Danny’s wet skin. Another careful swipe of his tongue, another cool stream of air. Danny could hear his own heart pounding crazily in his chest, but he also heard the hitch in Nick’s breathing, like somehow, this was straining his endurance more than Danny’s. Which Danny found very hard to believe, because each whisper of breath sent tiny shards through his skin.

Overwhelmed, Danny dropped his head against the pillow and finally closed his eyes. He reached for Nicholas, running his fingers through his short, soft hair. He wasn’t trying to rush Nick, wasn’t trying to asking for more or something different, he just wanted to touch him. He touched Nick’s hair, his forehead, his face, his ears, his neck. Everywhere Danny could reach, he touched.

Nicholas shifted his attention from Danny’s shaft to his balls. He didn’t shift his tactic though. Long, slow licks. Soft puffs of air. Hot then cold then hot again. The occasional hitch of breath that sounded like he was just about to break himself. Colors swirled behind Danny’s closed eyes, and his skin was hot, his ears ringing. Would it be possible to climax from this? He didn’t know, but he thought he might, even if it wasn’t possible.

Nick’s strong hand around his erection, and Danny jerked his hips, his muscles clenching. His thighs and arms shook, and his lungs refused to cooperate. He waited for the first stroke, but Nick didn’t move his wrist. He just held him tightly, slightly flexing and relaxing his fingers in time with Danny’s rapid pulse. He throbbed. Everywhere.

Danny opened his mouth, but he lacked the energy required to speak. He lacked the air, too. He shifted against the mattress, moving his hips, trying to force Nick to begin moving his hand. Just a little. Just one stroke to build the friction. Anything. Something. But even if Danny couldn’t speak, Nicholas seemed to understand, because he finally wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock.

Danny thrust forward, but Nick put his other hand on his thigh and pushed him back to the bed. His fingers dug into Danny’s flesh, just enough to keep him still. It was hard. His skin was crawling, his blood running too close to the surface, his balls throbbing. Everything was tight, his muscles too tense.

Nicholas’ assault against him didn’t cease. He was merely shifting directions. Now that he had his lips around Danny’s head, he held still, his cheeks hollowing. The suction he created around Danny’s flesh was unbelievably, literally unlike anything Danny had ever experienced. Occasionally, Nick’s tongue would move against his skin, gathering his pre-come.

“Nicholas…I can’t take this…”

Nick looked at him through his eyelashes, his eyes dark. Danny wished he could read his thoughts, wished he knew exactly what was going through his mind in that moment. Maybe he was just weighing the pros and cons of continuing this torture. Maybe he was waiting for something else from Danny, but Danny had no idea what it could be. Did Nick want him to plead? Beg? Was there a magic word he didn’t know?


That must have been it, because Nicholas pulled away from him. Danny whimpered in frustration. That wasn’t what he meant. He didn’t want less. He wanted more. But his frustration was quickly forgotten when Nick moved up his body and pressed his mouth against Danny’s. The kiss was a little too rushed, maybe a bit sloppy, but Danny didn’t care. Especially when Nick finally began to stroke him.

Danny knew he was already close to coming, but he had no idea just how close he was. It could have been seconds or minutes after Nick started touching him—Danny wasn’t sure. He lost all sense of time and place, entirely focused on the growing tension in his lower stomach, the pain in his groin. He panted for breath against Nick’s mouth and strained against his hand.

“Christ, Danny…”

Danny didn’t know if it was the tone of Nick’s voice, his hot breath, the hunger he heard in the simple words. Whatever it was, it nudged Danny over the edge. Nick lifted his head, his gaze intent on Danny’s face. Danny closed his eyes and bit his tongue to keep from shouting, aware that Nick was watching every second of his orgasm, committing it to memory. He shuddered, a hot wave of pleasure washing through him, and then he was limp and breathless against the bed.

“Did it work?”

Sound. Talking. Nicholas was talking to him. “What?”

“Did it work?”

Danny had no idea what he could be talking about, but from his point of view, things had worked out nicely. So he nodded.

“You don’t know what I mean, do you?”

Danny shook his head.

“Your bad dream.”

Danny opened his eyes. Nick was still laying half on top of him, and his oddly serious face was only a few inches away.

“What about it?”

“I heard you, talking in your sleep.”

“You did?”

Nick nodded. “Do you have that dream often?”

“Yeah, you know, a couple of times a month or so. It’s not a big deal.”

“It sounded like it was.”

“Was all that to make me forget about my dream?”

Danny smiled. “I forgot about it as soon as I realized you were here with me.”

Nicholas rolled to settle on the bed again—his side of the bed, if he wanted it. Danny wasn’t sure how that would work out. Maybe Nick wouldn’t want to actually live with him, though he did spend almost all his free time at Danny’s place anyway.



“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yes. Why?”

“You just sounded really…upset…”

Danny moved to his side, placing his hand on Nick’s flat stomach. His muscles twitched beneath Danny’s palm. “Yes. I am sure.”

“You should try to get some more sleep.”

Danny’s hand moved lower, his fingers brushing against Nick’s erection. “But what about…”

“Make it up to me tomorrow morning. After you get some sleep.”

Danny obediently closed his eyes, and listened to the soft rhythm of Nick’s breath. They moved closer and closer, their legs and arms shifting, their fingers entwining, their foreheads touching. It was easy to drift back to sleep, but he could feel Nicholas’ eyes on him.

“You’re watching me, aren’t you?”

“I am.”

“What are you thinking about?”

“You.” Nick kissed him softly. “Now go to sleep.”

“What will everybody at the station think?”

“They won’t notice a difference, Danny. Everybody already thinks we do this sort of thing.”




Danny had more to say about that, but it was much easier to give in to Nicholas and sleep. The dream he fell into was warm and entirely new. But it was more of a memory of Nick’s mouth than a dream. And Danny didn’t want it to end.

alouette_sparraalouette_sparra on June 20th, 2007 12:04 pm (UTC)
Ah... um... wow. Just wow. When my brain unmelts from the sweetness and the hotness and the guhhhh, I'll make a more coherent comment. I promise.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
Well, I appreciate this comment, as "uncoherent" as it was. ;)Thanks.
Drawn Like A Dream: geekloveaflaminghalo on June 20th, 2007 01:09 pm (UTC)

That was so hot. ~fans self~

and good.

You've made me monosyllabic with yay.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
Then my work here is done :D Thanks for commenting!
laur: mmmmilurveyourmom on June 20th, 2007 01:09 pm (UTC)
Now there's a great way to start a morning.
Thank you!!
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:12 am (UTC)
It was worth staying up til 3 to finish it then :)
Skitz_phenom: HF - Mineskitz_phenom on June 20th, 2007 02:47 pm (UTC)
I keep having this internal debate with myself - I could take the time to leave some good, detailed feedback, or use that time to read this again... So far, 'read this again' keeps winning. *chuckle*

There'll be more to come later as far as 'real' feedback goes (because I've already picked out favorite bits and lines and moments) - but for now I'm just going to say: WOW! And: OMG Danny! *melts*

Seriously - any doubts you had while writing this were proved well wrong! This is so fabulous and brilliant! (And hot, and sweet and tender and.... just GUH!)
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)
Thank you. I have to admit, this story took much longer than I usually spend on fic, especially fic so short. (I average closer to 5K a day when I'm writing, this story took several days and it's only 3k!) But I think the extra time was worth it.

There'll be more to come later as far as 'real' feedback goes

I can't wait! :)
Skitz_phenom: SotD - Head Bumpskitz_phenom on June 21st, 2007 05:31 pm (UTC)
Oh I'm gonna have to agree - the extra time was most assuredly worth it! I think I've read this at least 15 times by now... And I'll refrain from glowering in envy at the 5k words a day *snicker* - and move right on to reviewing.

This starts off very strong, with some powerful imagery. It strikes me as very true to character that the thought that would haunt Danny the most would be losing Nick. I love the idea that it's a physical memory: He felt it in his solar plexus, and he felt it in the wound that would always be ugly and twisted and there, and he felt it at the tips of his fingers and toes. That description is fantastic.

Sleepy Nicholas is adorable. *melts*

I love the way Danny is trying to figure him out. Trying to read him.

I find the part where Nick is examining Danny's scar to be especially poignant. Danny wasn’t the only one with scars. That's a great line and it fits on so many levels.

“Because they’re good movies.” Hee! Danny is just so cute. It's like he can't quite grasp that Nicholas actually wants him, wants to be with him.

Nick finally looked up, with a sort of half-grin. “Are you going to tell me to stop thinking again?”

Danny shook his head. “Sometimes thinking isn’t so bad.”
Heh, I adore that exchange. I can completely see that one in my head - expressions, tones of voice, all of it. It plays out wonderfully!

I absolutely love the slow and langorous and teasing exploration that Nick does. For the reader (well, for me at least) it's just as much of a build up to the 'good stuff' as it is for Danny. It's a great sort of tension from reading. Delicious.

He felt something like laughter growing in his chest, but it was sharper. That's a brilliant description for that feeling. Because I know precisely what you're trying to say. It tickles...feels good - but, not quite.

Geez, there are about 2 dozen more lines throughout that whole scene that really caught my attention - I'd end up recapping the whole story if I put them all down. Suffice it to say that it's very hot, and Danny watching is even hotter. And I think it's so perfect that Nick is just as analytical and 'switched on' when it comes to sex.

And this: “Christ, Danny…” Is like wow. Because it's even hotter that Nick's getting off on what he's doing to Danny.

I think my favorite thing about this whole story is that it's Nick this time, who's trying to get Danny to stop 'thinking'. Granted, it's not quite the same - but that he wants Danny to not thing about his dream, is just very tender. I love it.

And the end is adorable. “They won’t notice a difference, Danny. Everybody already thinks we do this sort of thing.” *giggles madly* So true!

Really just a fantastic fic, with gorgeous writing and terrific characterization. I honestly have no 'criticisms' ... just lots and lots of praise!
Paula: omgwtfdiesaverysmallthing on June 20th, 2007 03:35 pm (UTC)
Sexy and brilliant, which I think were my adjectives for the last one, but they hold for this one, as well. *applauds*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)
*bow* Thank you for the applause!
Pandonkey: Nick and Dannypandonkey on June 20th, 2007 04:25 pm (UTC)
Oh, wow. Can't quite come up with the coherency to say more, 'cause -- wow.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:14 am (UTC)
To paraphrase Danny, you don't have to say anything more at all ;) I appreciate the comment!
Red: Hot Fuzz - Freggredderz on June 20th, 2007 04:37 pm (UTC)
I loooove your Nick/Danny sexy fanfics. I'm a fan of fluff, but these ones just draw me in, because you write it so well. Wow. *fans self*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:15 am (UTC)
Thanks. I think the source material lends itself more to gen/fluff stories, but I really couldn't resist....because I'm a pervy fangirl, lol. If they weren't so freaking adorable together, I could probably resist the temptation, lol
tuff_ghost on June 20th, 2007 05:05 pm (UTC)
Wow. That wasn't too bad to wake up to :D

*throws flowers*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked it! Thanks for the flowers :)
Hippie Geek Girl: HF - sofa snugglinggypsyjr on June 20th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
yeaaah, this is just... wow. Hot and sweet, and I love the insights you have into their relationship.

And yeah, I'm just going to shut up now before I lose all semblance of coherency.
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)
Thank you :)
Matirx7fearcat on June 21st, 2007 01:08 am (UTC)
me love this *fan girl laugh*
pepperlandgirlpepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 01:17 am (UTC)
Me so glad! ;) Thanks!
prairiestar: power of greyskullprairiestar on June 21st, 2007 07:12 am (UTC)
Oh wow. You wrote the EXACT PORN THAT I WANTED. How'd you do that?
You are my hero. I mean that with all sincerity. More feedback with details later. For right now: This was hot and awesome.

*pervy fangirl stamp of approval*
pepperlandgirl: Hot Fuzz Nick Danny Smilepepperlandgirl4 on June 21st, 2007 07:30 am (UTC)
How'd you do that?
I guess we're just on the same pervy fangirl wavelength. Which, as far as wavelengths go, is pretty damned nice. lol
frostlove on October 16th, 2007 08:37 am (UTC)
Oh wow... this is utterly brilliant!
I couldn't help but find my hand wandering while I read this one... :)
Vviciouscats on January 23rd, 2008 03:41 pm (UTC)
Guh. Delicious! :)
(lives between pages): Phantom of the Operairisbleufic on September 9th, 2008 03:54 pm (UTC)
Hot and lovely. Nicely done!