A/N: Hi again folks. Another addition to the Dark Side 'verse. Why? Cuz I started writing it. Thought I'd share. You don't have to like it, but I think you probly will anyway. The idea is that this fic actually runs parallel to A Thousand Years, but it has a lot of sexytimes that I skipped on the first pass, and also some other stuff. Warning: moderately explicit sexytimes between Copernicus "Nick" Duval and Jeffrey Sterling. Warning: there will be one chapter somewhere (which I will clearly mark so you can skip directly to if it you like) with moderately explicit sexytimes between Jeffrey Sterling and Sebastian Smythe. There will be future chapters devoted to moderately explicit sexytimes between all three of these fantastically gorgeous young men. There is also what is probably a very bad interpretation of what D/s is and means, but I tried to stick mostly to what I've read in other fics and researched on wikipedia. Also keep in mind that I am an asexual female and have honest to god no idea what sexytimes between boys would be like outside of what i've read in other fics and some porn that i may or may not have seen.

Warnings (this chapter): Top!Jeff, Bottom!Nick, Uncharacteristically Helpful!Sebastian. Takes place between Chapters 7 and 8 of A Thousand Years, but if you haven't read that (do it), you don't have to. (Dooo itttt! It's good.)

Other than all that, I hope you enjoy the fic.


Even Angels Fall
or
Niff Sexytimes


Chapter One.

As a demisexual person, Nick Duval had only ever had sex, or even thought about sex, with his boyfriend. Nick and Jeff had been dating since March 6th, and on May 28th, they'd had sex for the first time. And, to tell the truth, many, many times after that.

Jeff, on the other hand, had had sex before Nick. Chris, he'd been with just days before he got together with Nick. Brian, he'd spent several months seeing, and was the first man he'd slept with properly.

When Nick finally decided he was ready, Jeff talked him through what to do. Jeff had known he was a bottom, pretty much from the get-go. He loved being dominated, and, for him, the two went hand in hand.

One day in October, though, things got a little switched up.

"Hey there sexy," Nick said, turning predatory eyes on Jeff as he emerged from the bathroom.

"Hi," Jeff mumbled.

"Get naked, I'm horny," Nick said, bouncing on his toes. Nick had a far diminished sex drive than Jeff did, and although he could normally force himself to be in the mood if Jeff was, Nick usually had his own schedule that Jeff was happy to adhere to.

"I can't today," Jeff mumbled, not looking at Nick.

"Why not?" Nick asked, a little put out.

"I'm not feeling that well," Jeff said. "Let's just say you don't want to put your wing dang doodle up there."

"Oh," Nick said, hanging his head. "Whoa-oh. Unless…" He looked at Jeff at the same time Jeff looked at him, and they shared a brainwave. "…you could do me instead."

"Would you be okay with that?" Jeff asked.

"Wouldn't have asked if I wasn't," Nick said.

"Are you sure? I've never done that before," Jeff said.

"Well, neither have I, but I figure between the two of us, we can figure it out."

"Are you sure you don't want me to just blow you?" Jeff asked. "I can do that very easily."

"No, please? I want to try," Nick said. "Will you?"

"Of course I will," Jeff said. Nick smiled happily and kissed Jeff. As Nick pressed himself against Jeff, Jeff felt the outline of Nick's cock already digging into his thigh, and even though he wasn't feeling that sexy, the idea was intriguing.

It wasn't until they'd climbed onto the bed that Nick hesitated.

"Does it hurt?" Nick asked.

"Nah, not that much," Jeff said.

"I don't get turned on by pain like you do," Nick reminded him.

"Honestly, it's not that bad," Jeff said. "You'll be sore in the morning, because it's your first time, but you'll get used to it."

"What if I can't get used to it?" Nick asked.

"Then we don't do it this way again," Jeff said. "Babe, we don't have to do this. There's a lot of stuff we can do without penetration, we just skipped that stuff cuz I…" He trailed off, thinking of the right word. "…had some experience already."

"No, I want to," Nick said. "I really just want to know what it's like."

"It's good, really, I just, um…. Do we have any condoms left?" Jeff asked.

"I don't think so," Nick said. "Do we need one?"

"I'm just thinking how to make it easier for you," Jeff said. "Sebastian probably has a bunch, I'll be back in two secs." Nick opened his mouth to protest, but Jeff had already pulled his pants up and, not bothering with a shirt, dashed next door. "Bas, are you home?" The door opened, and there was Sebastian. His eyes drank in the sight of Jeff half-naked and generally rumpled, in a state of debauchery.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Sebastian asked with a grin.

"Can Nick and I borrow a condom?" Jeff asked.

"Oh," Sebastian said, slightly disappointed. "Yeah, sure, what kind? And I really only have one size, so I hope mine will fit your boyfriend. I'd hate for it to fall off and get stuck inside you."

"It's for me," Jeff said, moving to where Sebastian kept his stash. "And judging from the rest of our bodies and the way your pants fit me, I think we're the same size." Sebastian made a space between his hands and Jeff looked up. "Yeah, that's about right, I'd say. Do you have any with extra lube or something built in?"

"Nick's first time?" Sebastian guessed, pawing through his enormous collection.

"Yeah," Jeff said. "Any sage advice?"

"Don't try too hard. If it's not happening, don't force it. Above everything else, gauge his reactions from his muscle reflexes and microexpressions, not from what he says, because odds are he'll tell you it's fine when it's really not. If he tells you it's not okay, though, go with that. You don't want to hurt him, I assume. And lube, lots of it. Do you need some? I have a brand new bottle you can have."

"That's okay, ours is almost full," Jeff said. He took the condom Sebastian handed him. "I'm scared."

"Of course you are. It's a scary thing. But you'll do great," Sebastian said. "Confidence is the most important thing. Nick is probably more scared than you. Don't let him see your fear and his will go away too." Jeff started to leave. "And Jeff?" Jeff turned back. "Have fun." Sebastian winked and Jeff went back to his own room. Grinning, he hopped back onto the bed.

"Still with me?" Jeff asked.

"God, yes," Nick said. "I almost started without you. I don't think I've ever been this horny."

"Nick, you've got two fingers in your ass," Jeff said, a little surprised.

"Oh, right, I did start without you," Nick said. "I don't know what's – ah – with me today, it must be those glasses."

"I'll file that away for a rainy day," Jeff said. He never wore his contacts when he wasn't feeling well. "Let me take over that. I'm pretty aware of what feels good." Nick let Jeff take over. Jeff replaced Nick's fingers with his own, and if the sound Nick released was any indication, Nick liked that.

Two fingers became three, but Jeff didn't dare put in a fourth. It wasn't that Jeff had never fingered Nick before, and it wasn't that Nick had never fingered himself before. This was leading to something different from what they'd done before. The times before had been just for pleasure – and once when Nick had gotten curious. Jeff, more than anything else, didn't want to hurt Nick.

"Come on, J, just do it," Nick gasped. "I can't hold on much longer."

"Sorry, okay," Jeff said, snapping out of his thoughts. Jeff wiped his hands on a paper towel and threw it across the room before turning his attention to the square package on the nightstand. After two failed attempts at opening it, he began to get flustered.

"Use your teeth," Nick suggested. Jeff ripped the packet open and hastily rolled the condom on. "Don't be nervous, baby, you're gonna do great."

"I'm not nervous," Jeff lied. "Are you nervous?"

"Nope," Nick said, shaking his head. Jeff leaned forward and kissed Nick sensually, slowly entering him while he was distracted. Jeff knew from experience that was at least his favorite way of getting it done. "Oh – oh!"

"What?" Jeff asked, afraid he'd hurt his boyfriend.

"Nothing bad," Nick choked out. "So full. Do that again, do that a lot." Jeff had never had the experience of anything but a hand or a mouth on his cock, and he had to admit, it felt awesome. Not really as awesome as being completely filled by Nick's cock, but a close second.

Jeff's hips bucked involuntarily and Nick let out a loud moan. Somehow Nick had decided that clenching would be a good idea, and Jeff could hardly stand it – it felt so good he thought he might explode.

"N-Nicky, I don't think I can last very long," Jeff stuttered.

"Neither can I, Angel," Nick replied. Unbelievably, it was Nick who went first, but Jeff came seconds later.

"That was – that was–" Jeff gasped.

"Perfect," Nick grinned.

"Not the word I was going to use," Jeff replied.

"Well, you were perfect for me, Angel," Nick smiled.

"Thanks, Nicky," Jeff replied. "I Niff you."

"I Niff you too, J," Nick said. Then, even though it was the middle of the afternoon, they both drifted off to sleep.

When they woke up, Jeff's glasses were horrifically askew, but he was gorgeous as ever.

"Jeff, you'wake?" Nick asked, cuddling more into him.

"Yes, Nicky," Jeff said.

"How are you doing? You'kay?"

"Yeah, are you okay?" Jeff asked. "Sore?"

"A little bit," Nick admitted. "Not too bad. Can I ask you something?"

"Anything," Jeff replied.

"I know we talked a little before about how you… um… like things… um…"

"Rougher?" Jeff suggested. "Or… the other thing?"

"The other thing," Nick said. "When I tell you what to do and – and you get off on it?"

"Yeah?" Jeff said. "What about it?"

"You really like that, don't you?"

"It's alright," Jeff said, adjusting his glasses. "I wouldn't ever want it to be my whole life. There are people who do the whole D/s relationship thing, and I don't want that to be us. But I wouldn't mind adding a smidge of it to our sex lives, every once in a while."

"I think I'd like that too," Nick said.

"Can I ask you something?" Jeff asked.

"Anything."

"Why Angel?" Jeff asked. "Every time I think of you and angels in the same sentence, it's not a positive thing."

"Can I be super cheesy for a sec and quote a Bieber song?" Nick asked. Jeff nodded.

Honestly the truth is that you know I'm never leaving,
Cuz you're my angel sent from above
Baby you could do no wrong,
My money is yours, give you little more cuz I love ya, love ya
Whoa-oh-oh, love me, love me, say that you love me

"You're adorable," Jeff said. "I hate Bieber as much as the next person, but I do love that song."

"Besides, what was I going to nickname you? Sugarpie? Sweet Bottom? Kitten? Well, any of those, I guess."

"Sweet Bottom?" Jeff asked with a laugh.

"Have you seen it?" Nick asked.

"Now that you mention it, no," Jeff said. "What time is it?"

"Um… quarter of seven?" Nick guessed, looking at the clock.

"Ohh, I gotta get up and go to Sebastian's. We're working on the thing for Sectionals," Jeff said.

"You're just gonna leave me here?" Nick pouted.

"Sorry, Nicky, I made plans before I knew we were doing stuff today," Jeff said. "We've been fighting so much lately I didn't think we would."

"I'm sorry, J, I just hate Sebastian," Nick said.

"He's harmless," Jeff said, rolling over to get out of bed. Nick began singing again as Jeff gathered his stuff to take a shower.

Love me, love me, say that you love me

Jeff took a long shower and Nick was still singing when he got out.

"I Niff you, babe," Jeff blew a kiss to Nick. Nick kept singing. "Sebastian and I are going to go over choreography for Sectionals." Nick kept singing. "Are you going to stop singing and talk to me?"

"Wasn't planning on it," Nick said.

"Why are you mad at me?" Jeff asked.

"If you don't know then you need to grow the hell up."

"Ookay then," Jeff said. "Take some of my medication for those mood swings – or maybe some Midol will sort you out."

"Fuck you," Nick said.

"Already have," Jeff replied smoothly. "See ya." He left the room and went next door.

"Excellent, you're here," Sebastian said. "Everyone says you're the one to talk to when it comes to planning dance numbers."

"Indeed," Jeff said. "It's my favorite thing, but I'd really like it if we could talk about me for a second."

"Sure, kid, what's up?" Sebastian asked.

"Nick's mad at me," Jeff said. "I don't know why. I said I had to come over here and do the thing, and suddenly he's moody and singing Justin Bieber."

"I'd say that's not a good sign, but he really hates me, so I'm gonna say it's probably nothing. You haven't done anything to upset him?"

"Not that I can think of. I came out of the bathroom a few hours ago, and he demanded that I get naked immediately. Me being me, I did what he wanted. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was using me for the sex."

"You know better?" Sebastian asked.

"Nick – uh – doesn't experience sexual attraction the way you or I do," Jeff said, carefully. "And along with that he's not as sexual as we are either. He has his own schedule, but it's only for me. He – he isn't attracted to other people, unlike me."

"I can tell you are," Sebastian said. "To me, at least."

"And a few other people I could mention," Jeff said. "More than a few, actually. That's – beside the point. I'm sorry, I just woke up and sometimes when I'm tired or moody, stuff just falls out of my mouth."

"Am I in good company?" Sebastian asked, grinning.

"Probably," Jeff said. "Do you consider Ricky Martin, Enrique Iglesias, and Zac Efron to be good company?"

"Could be worse," Sebastian shrugged. "But one thing – how do you know he's not using you for the sex? Everyone, and I mean everyone, gets horny sometimes. If you're the only one he's attracted to and just all too willing… Well, I know what I'd do."

"No, it's not like that," Jeff said, but he was afraid, it showed in his voice, and tears were beginning to well in his eyes.

"Why not?" Sebastian asked, stretching casually in his desk chair.

"Because we Niff each other," Jeff said hysterically. "Because he's my Nicky and I'm his Angel. I – I – I –" Jeff looked at Sebastian, who had a stupid grin on his face, and stared, confused. "Oh. You think you're so clever, don't you?"

"But you feel better now, yeah?"

"Little bit, yeah," Jeff agreed.

"If you two say you're in 'love', I believe you and respect that," Sebastian said, using air quotes around the word 'love'. "I never thought I'd see anything that would make me believe true love exists outside fairy tales, but you two have something very special. It's – it's incredible. But, uh, it's not for me."

"It could be," Jeff assured him. "You'll find the right guy someday."

"No, no. I don't want – it's not the choice I've made for my life," Sebastian said. "My plan is to be the gay Hugh Hefner."

"I… uh… you're well on your way," Jeff said. "Nick's so worried you'll try something with us."

"Both of you? An intriguing thought you propose," Sebastian said with a grin. "Or just you. God, you're hot. I won't do anything with you without your permission, I promise. I don't do anything with anyone without their permission. So don't worry about it."

"To be honest, I think he's more worried I'll give you permission than anything else," Jeff said.

"Will you?"

"I might. You never know," Jeff said. "If Nick keeps acting like he is now, we might not be together much longer."

"Wow, way to destroy the tiny spark of belief I was starting to have in love," Sebastian said.

"I don't want to break up. I want him to be my Nicky, I need him to by my Nicky. I need him to know just what I need without me telling him. I just want things the way they were," Jeff said, reaching hysterics again.

"Jeffrey, calm down," Sebastian said in a commanding tone. Jeff immediately dropped to his knees on Sebastian's carpet, head down, looking at the floor, hands behind his back. Sebastian hesitated, unsure of what had just happened. "Look at me." Jeff looked up at Sebastian and suddenly realized.

"Oh. God," Jeff said. "I – I'm so sorry. I just–"

"Does Nick know?" Sebastian cut him off.

"Not really," Jeff said. "You… you know?"

"I've dabbled," Sebastian said. "File under: crazy shit I did in France. I didn't peg you for the type, though…"

"File under: messed up childhood comma dependent personality disorder," Jeff said, swinging his legs around so he was sitting cross-legged on the floor. "I didn't mean to, um…"

"It's natural," Sebastian said. "You should talk to Nick about it, though. Make sure he's informed on how it works and everything."

"Yes, Sir," slipped out of Jeff's mouth. He was vulnerable.

"Jeff, we need to get something straight because we are going to be friends for a long, long time. I am a Dom, but I am not your Dom. I have a dominant personality, but you are not obligated to do anything just because I asked or even told you to," Sebastian said. "Ever. Understood?" Jeff nodded. "Okay."

"Thank you," Jeff said. "I needed that. It's hard for me sometimes."

"Do I need to talk to your boyfriend?" Sebastian asked.

"No, it's okay, I can talk to him," Jeff said. "Can you just not tell Nick I told you? Or, um, anyone?"

"No, yeah, sure," Sebastian said quickly. "One more thing, and then we really do have to start working on Sectionals. If you are ever not getting what you need from Nick, you can come next door to Uncle Bastian's Dom Service. Open 24 hours, rain or shine. Do you get me?"

"Yes, Sir," Jeff nodded.

"Good boy," Sebastian smiled. "Now then, if I've read the Warblers rule book correctly, you're also the councilor in charge of song selection."

"That I am," Jeff agreed.

"Excellent."


A/N: If I am completely wrong on how somethings works, I'd be open to constructive criticism, but this is how it works in my head. I feel like I explained Nick rather well up there so I won't bother to go into it down here, but if you're confused or think I have something wrong, let me know, and I'll explain it at the top of the next chapter. Anyway, leave me a review, tell me you love me.

PS, I only just listened to the Justin Bieber version of that song like just now and wow... um... I think I'll stick to the R5 version.

Next chapter: Scandals!

Samantha.