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mysteryismyart · 9 years

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Percilot lawyers AU. They're competitors, either they work together or not, they always end up fighting the same case. They fight for everything, and before they realized they've been fighting for who should move into who's place. And that's how they end up togather, without actually acknowledging that they're together.

Dear, anon, thank you for this prompt! I had so much fun writing this:D Love/hate is one of my favorite tropes.

I have to admit my knowledge of the ligal system comes from a TV show Suits (which is set in a defferent country), but I suppose it’s fair to say that some general stuff is the same all over the world. Also I took the case from Suits, but didn’t really eleborate on it.

Warning: swearing

“You know what, that was surprisingly easy.”

“Didn’t look like that in the court room.”

Lancelot snorted, loosening his tie, and flopped into his big office chair. Not one of those ridiculous plastic monstrosities, but an actual chair, very comfortable and very sturdy. Tie hanging freely around his neck, he undid a couple of top buttons of his shirt and the moved his hand down to his belt.

“And anyway, this was in no way a fair fight.” Percival grumbled, lingering on the other side of the desk.

“Doesn’t matter.” Lancelot waved the question away but beckoned the man closer. Percival rolled his eyes, his whole countenance showing how much he did not want to do what was expected of him, but stepped around the desk nonetheless. He stopped, right in front of Lancelot’s chair, hesitating yet again out of spite.

“We use any means we can. ‘A win is a win’ – your words.” Lancelot smirked mockingly, while his fingers swiftly worked the zip on his pants. “Now, get to business.”

He leaned back in chair, legs spread wide to provide enough space for the other man. Percival held back a reply and dropped to his knees.

“I love it when I win,” Lancelot muttered, biting down on a gasp. After that, he could only moan.

“Arthur said you needed my help.” Percival liked to announce his presence with sentences like that. Lancelot had no idea why; it obviously wasn’t true.

So he just grunted in reply, not tearing his eyes from the papers. There were two huge piles on his desk and three boxes occupying whole surface of the coffee table. The man was practically drowning in paperwork.

“Not that I don’t have anything better to do.” Percival continued after assessing the situation. “But for the best of the firm…”

“I don’t need your help.” Lancelot grumbled. “I have everything under control.”“You’ve gone through…one box out five, I see?”

“I’m making fast progress.”

“Of course, of course. I don’t doubt that.” His tone heavily implied how much of a lie that statement was. “But should I remind you that you need to find a loophole in those bylaws by tomorrow morning? And it’s already what, six o’clock?”

Lancelot had a very strong urge to grab the man’s boring blue tie and shove down his throat just to shut him up. Instead he grumbled through his teeth. “Doesn’t mean I need your help.”

“This is however my area of expertise. And Arthur recognizes it, thus sending me here.” Here obviously meant the clutter of Lancelot’s office – Percival never bothered to hide his distaste with it. Resolutely he grabbed one of the boxes and settled himself on the sofa. He brushed the dust away from the top, not bothering with apologies of getting Lancelot’s, very pricy mind you, carpet dirty, and looked inside. “Looks like we’ll need more help. I’ll call Roxy.”

“You pretty little associate?” Lancelot couldn’t help but comment acidly.

Percival held his gaze as he put the phone to his ear and waited for the dial tone, “A skilled and hard-working girl. I find her help invaluable.”

Lancelot scoffed, clearly getting more displeased with situation at every new turn, but reason won in the end – despite loudly claiming otherwise, he did need help.

“In a bad mood today?” Lancelot accosted him just as Percival stepped out of the lift.

“Get lost.”

“Ooooh, you know how much I love it when you are angry. I live for moments like this.”

Percival’s glare could not diminish his colleague’s glee: Lancelot grinned back at him evilly. “What’s the reason?”

“Couldn’t find my favorite tie this morning.”

“Oh that’s easy. You left it at my place.”

Lancelot held in his next words, enjoying the hopeful look on the other’s face for a moment, before promptly ruining it. “I fed it to my dog.”

“That vile creature?” Percival shouted and the whole office turned to look at him, judging. He continued in a furious whisper. “You gave it my tie? My favorite tie?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, it was just like all your other ties. Horrendously dull.”

Percival spluttered – too many words trying to get out at once; one insult uglier than the other, but Lancelot ducked into the small office kitchen with a wave. “Have a nice day!”

“I think I have an idea.”

Percival glanced at the girl standing in the doorway of his office. A huge smile showed her excitement for all to see and he had half a mind to admonish her for that; a good lawyer better keep their emotions under control.

She took his pondering silence as an incentive to continue. “You know that case Lancelot is working right now? The one with the shoe company?”

“I thought he was joking when he said he was going to stop them from relocating overseas.” Percival frowned. He knew Lancelot’s love for his well-tailored Oxfords but preventing a company from expanding merely out of worry that the quality of their product would drop seemed excessive even for a lunatic like him.

“Nope.” Roxy crossed the office and dropped a folder on the desk. “He is completely serious with this. And, he’s doing pretty well actually.”

“Really?” Percival intoned as he pursued the files. Those mostly contained information on the company but nothing to betray Lancelot’s plan of action. “How do you know that?”

“Eggsy is working for him while Harry is away.”

“The new associate?”

“Yeah, he’s pretty good. Not as good as me though.” The girl smirked. “Too good-natured.”

“Open heart is never a good trait for a corporal lawyer. “ Percival agreed with a smirk of his own. “But back to the case…”

“Lancelot wants to replace the head of the company.”

“That’s a bold move.”

“Exactly. He already found a right person, too.”

“And you have an idea how to make it all blow up in his face.”

“Something like that. I know how much you enjoy his misery.”

“I love winning over Lancelot.” Which did not equal to what Roxy had said, but she paid it no mind, going on to present her plan. An easy and elegant solution, which simply consisted of moving the board meeting to another time thus not giving Lancelot the chance to present his candidate.

As the girl left Percival allowed his mind to drift off, imagining how angry Lancelot would be. A flush on his cheeks, a glint in his eyes, all that energy threatening to spill. He knew just the right way to use it.

“You stupid fuck!”

“That’s not the way to greet your colleague.” Percival admonished.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!” Lancelot was quickly running out of breath from the cursing as well as pacing. He stormed into Percival’s flat the moment the door was opened for him, pushing the other out of the way and spilling with anger, absolutely unable to come up with imaginative curses – a clear sign of how furious he was. Now he was wearing holes in Percival’s carpet. “I fucking hate you!”

“The feeling is mutual,” Percival muttered, not caring if it was heard, and strode right into the other’s path.

Lancelot was about to throw another litany of curses at him but Percival was done with listening to that rubbish. He dove in, caging Lancelot in his arms, and forcing a kiss on his lips. There was no struggle, Lancelot giving in even before their lips met and devouring the other’s mouth with angry kisses. “I fucking hate you,” he muttered when Percival bit down on his lower lip and even though it didn’t lack vigor there was no more real anger behind the words. It all poured out in him dragging Percival’s jacket down his shoulders roughly and then tugging the shirt with enough force to tear out the buttons.

“Hate you so much,” he was still muttering when they tumbled down on the couch together.

“Did you enjoy your little lose?” Lancelot sounded so annoyingly smug, Percival’s knee jerk reaction was a curse. And only a moment after that, when he glowered to his soul’s content, he bothered to ask.

“Why do you have keys to my apartment?”

Lancelot, who after a little gloating, made a beeline to the kitchen, had the audacity to laugh. “I swiped them the last time I was over.”

“And why would you do that?” Asking a maniac a question about their motive seemed a fool’s errand but Percival was too baffled to think logically.

Lancelot shrugged. “I thought it would come in handy.” He was moving rather confidently in Percival’s space, knowing which cupboard held what and even being smart enough to move away a huge bowl of green salad to find a piece of cake hidden behind. Percival’s diet was strict; however he couldn’t deny himself some small pleasures of life from time to time so he was reduced to hiding sweets unless he’d be tempted to eat too much.

“For a prank, maybe.” Lancelot mused, digging into the chocolate cake ravenously. Percival hated him a little bit more for that. “See,” he lifted a fork up to show off the huge chunk of deliciousness before shoving into his mouth. “It did come in handy.”

“Did you come just to gloat and eat my food?”

“Gloat, mostly. The cake was an added bonus.”

Percival was severely tempted to stalk to the other man, grabbed the plate from him and gobble the whole thing up in a second just so he couldn’t have it. Lancelot always brought the worst in him.

Instead, Percival approached slowly, unhurriedly rounded the kitchen island and wouldn’t stop until he was so close that tips of Lancelot’s Oxfords met with Percival’s. The other froze, forkful of cake half-way to his mouth, so Percival leaned in, maintaining eye contact all the way, and bit down on the fork.

Chocolate flavor felt like heaven in his mouth and he moaned, adding obscenity to the sound just to see Lancelot’s eyes widen.

“I got to go home.” Lancelot mumbled like in a trance, cake forgotten. “I have court early tomorrow. I need a fresh suit.”

Percival licked chocolate frosting from the corner of his mouth, the other’s gaze following the gesture hungrily, and shrugged. “You have suits here.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and if you’d be a good boy, I’ll even let you borrow one of my ties.”

“Well, in that case…” He trailed away, dazed.

“Good,” Percival smirked and stepped back, heading for the bedroom, knowing without a doubt he’d be followed. “And take that cake with you.”

Lancelot shot up from the bed like it was on fire. Percival, disturbed by a harsh tug of the blanket the other dragged with him, cracked one eye open to see his bed partner standing frozen at the foot of the bed. His eyes wide and mouth hanging open and but he seemed speechless.

“What’s wrong?” Percival asked, more alert now.

Lancelot’s wild hand gestures could not be translated in any actual words so he gasped and tried to speak. “Are we…? Are we…?”

He waved a hand frantically between himself and Percival, who had sat up in the bed, starting to worry.

“Are we living together?” Lancelot shouted, frantic voice rising to a squeak at the end.

“What?” Percival scoffed. “Of course not!”

Another meaningless frantic gesture and Lancelot was stalking to the walk in closet and throwing the door open with a flourish. “Half my suits are here!”

“That…does not mean anything.” But his voice was not as confident as before.

“Does it?” Lancelot ducked into the adjoining bathroom and returned wielding a toothbrush like a weapon of doom. “My toothbrush! How long had it been here?”

“How do I know? You are the one who brought it!” Percival shouted back, sudden panic creeping in on him too. “Anyway you go home every night.”

“To feed my dog! Then I come straight to you.”

They paused, staring at each other, either trying to read how the revelation was affecting them.

“Well, fine then.” Percival surmised.

“Fine then,” Lancelot echoed.

“Can I go back to sleep now?”

“Sure.”

Lancelot picked up the blanket from where he dropped it on the floor earlier, and crawled back into bed.

“You do realize what it means though?” He whispered while getting comfortable with his head on Percival’s chest.

A pause. Then. “No. No way.”

“I can’t leave her alone.”

“Your ridiculous dog is not coming to live with us. My furniture won’t be able to take that.”

“She’s a sweet old girl.”

“She is a monster.”

Lancelot lifted his head, peering at the other in the dark. “I’ll find ways to change your mind.”

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