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Breathing Is A Necessity	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 8424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: I absolutely need feedback. It took me forever to do this one chapter ... and if I think no one's reading/enjoying it, I'll keep it mental, rather than take the effort to write more.

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January 5, 9:07 PM
Gatewater Hotel

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It was a ridiculous little ploy: Damon insisting Edgeworth whore himself for the police department's ... "cooperation" in persecuting criminals.
A silver brow quirked upward at the rather pitiful threat.
"Tell me, honestly, Chief Gant. Do you take yourself, seriously?"
Damon procured his trademark smile, wide and ridiculous.
"Now now, Worthy," with one large step forward, "I'm only looking for any excuse to fuck you. And, trust me," as fingers roughly took Edgeworth's chin, tilting the other's face toward his, "you don't want me seeking out ways to hurt you, your career, your friends, out of spite."
"Hn." A moment ago, Edgeworth would have sneered an insult. But, a moment ago, Gant was standing more than three feet away from him, not touching his face. The kind of effect proximity had on the situation was quite remarkable. Too close, now. At this range Edgeworth could literally feel the weight of Gant's possessive stare on his flesh.
"It's your fault, anyway," Gant decided, sliding his thumb across Miles' pale lower lip, "far too pretty."
Edgeworth pulled from the other's grasp in a very quick motion.
"My fault. Of course."
The prosecutor decided not to let the situation fall entirely out of his control. There was more than enough room to maneuver. Damon was lusting for him, after all. Edgeworth could use that.
"Do you really think--"
"--Take off your pants, Gant," Edgeworth interrupted.
That caused the police chief to pause. Wondering if that's what he heard, wondering if that's what he wanted to hear, wondering if what he may have heard was true.
A sly smile as Edgeworth titled his head. That dumbstruck look suited Gant, he decided.
"Unless you expect me to pleasure you with them on," to alleviate the doubt that usurped Gant's mind.
It took nearly a minute for Gant's expression to adopt a smile. Pleased with Edgeworth's sudden compliance, he decided.
He stepped forward, prepared to start ripping the prosecutor's clothes off before a hand firmly pressed against his chest, halting his advance.
"I said, take off your pants, Gant," as Miles' tone and look became steel. And it was the second time. The second time Miles' forwardness surprised him. After a still moment, the police chief roared. Gant made a big show of it, throwing his head back, clapping his hand. Miles' hand dropped, jaw clenched, revealing his annoyance for that uproarious laughter: Loud and full of teeth.
"That confidence, you're feigning ..." he unleashed an amused snort before continuing, "so well-versed from all that courtroom foreplay you've entertained juries with." Damon eyed the younger man and licked his upper lip. Still smiling. "But there's no jury here, Worthy. Only me, and I'm not convinced."
Internally, Edgeworth felt his will quiver. On the surface, no change in his own expression. Any sign of weakness may arouse Gant's desire for dominance, and that ... Well. Edgeworth had no desire to struggle underneath Damon's supreme lust. By challenging Gant's authority, he was protecting himself.
"Don't oblige me, then. I'll be returning to the Prosecution's Office ... inform me when you find a legitimate piece of blackmail," turning toward the entrance, "Hollow threats aren't effective outside of poorly-scripted pornography, you see." A quick movement and Gant held Miles' wrist, preventing escape, though the touch was gentle and inoffensive. Miles glanced over his shoulder, "Do it."
Gant's hands moved to his own belt, offering a small smile as he unfastened it. Edgeworth had, unintentionally, revealed something that truly, truly pleased the police chief. If the prosecutor wasn't cooperating due to Damon's little threat, then Edgeworth wanted sex. The chief was just as pleased with the thought of an eager, sexually-frustrated partner as he was a falsely-reluctant "unwilling" whore.
"Is this what you wanted to see, Worthy?" Pushing his pants and boxers downward, revealing his cock, as the silver-eyed man turned to face it.
Now.
Miles, typically known for his self-control, forgot how to breathe, at the sight.
Jesus Christ ...
He had always thought of Gant as a gorilla-like monster, and seeing the prick between those massive thighs confirmed that suspicion. Even only half-hard, his dick was clearly a thick, heavy tool, curly white hairs above it, large balls sagging beneath it. As darkly tanned as the rest of his body.
"Like it, Worthy?" He chuckled deeply, gripping onto his dick and pumping it twice, for show. Could have sworn Edgeworth shivered, watching him.
"You're too large," spoken smoothly, "I couldn't possibly derive any pleasure from getting fucked by you."
Damon blinked, before hiding behind that generic smile.
"Don't worry, Worthy. I'll prepare you, perfectly. You won't--"
"--Absolutely not," the prosecutor interrupted, gaze moving from the man's erection to his face, "Only a well-trained whore could handle that cock. I'm sure even the women you've been with have asked for extra lubri--"
Gant growled before he lashed out, heatedly, snatching the other's arm. Before Miles could effectively enact any kind of physical or verbal response, he was brutishly slapped into the wall.
"Umphh," he groaned, surprised. Gant was such a powerful beast ...
"Toying with me, Edgeworth?! Pull down my pants so you can scoff at me?" That smaller body tensed beneath Damon's wide-eyed snarls, "You think you can insult me, then reject me?"
Miles eyed the other, a brief moment of visible contempt, before speaking: "Don't be so simple, Gant," the prosecutor's fingers reaching out to touch the other's exposed penis, "I said I wouldn't let you fuck me. But, well," rubbing his palm across the tip of that meat as he stretched upward .... bringing his mouth exceptionally close to the other's face before murmuring, "I'm sure you've imagined these lips tugging on the flesh of your cock, before."
A few blinks before a slow smile. Gant's hand moved to touch that face, those silver strands. "True, but. I want all of you."
There was a rather confident smirk on that pretty face, now, as that touch delve between the chief's dangling balls.
"You'll be satisfied with what I'm offering."
******

January 5, 9:23 PM
Gatewater Hotel

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It's been too long, Edgeworth decided, on his knees, sucking on the police chief's left testicle. Tugged on it with his lips, swirled his tongue across the bottom of that globe. Gant, seated on the edge of the bed, was hunched forward slightly, hands resting on his knees ... where the prosecutor told him to put them. It wasn't until Miles had his head between the other's thighs that he realized how ... attractive, Damon's body was. Muscles wrapped in that taut, sun-darkened flesh ... the police chief was undoubtedly a vain man, keeping his body's appearance nothing short of delicious. Strong masculine scent, an impressive cock ... the image of a Greek God. Which must have been the reason he hadn't handled the prosecutor's "rejection" all that well; He was probably used to his lovers worshipping his body.
It's a shame this body had a jackass attatched to it; The prosecutor may have spent hours nestled between those thighs.
"Stop teasing ... " Gant muttered, impatiently. Was Edgeworth simply trying to drive him crazy ... playing with his balls, licking his shaft?
The prosecutor, amused at the police chief's obvious distress, scraped his teeth along the skin of Gant's sac ... That's when a hand roughly gripped those silver strands, pulling Edgeworth's face to the tip of his hungry cock.
"Your mouth, Worthy," he taunted, pressing his penis into the other's lips and cheek. Such actions warranted a glare from the prosecutor ... who then uncooperatively turned from Damon's probing penis.
"Let go," icily.
Gant sighed, loudly, but released Miles' hair. "Go on, then."
Now that the police chief was obediently still, Edgeworth took a small moment to examine that big, bulging shaft and its plump head. It would be a challenge, certainly.
Tongue flicked across the tip, before pressing against the tiny little slit. When Gant groaned, Miles' hand wrapped tightly around the base of his prick, holding him as he took that chubby head into his mouth. The police chief's hips, predictably, jerked, effectively shoving another inch of that large penis into that warm mouth. Edgeworth's consequent moan made Damon shiver.
"More," he insisted, but stopped moving. Which was fortunate for the prosecutor, who was still uncomfortable with that massive meat stuffed between his lips. That tongue slithered across the bottom of that dick before attempting to take another inch. His jaw ached, but he sucked it, relishing the taste of salty sweat.
A laugh rumbled in Gant's throat, recognizing the prosecutor's enthusiasm.
"You love it, don't you? ... My cock in your mouth."
Edgeworth froze. Impudent imbecile wasn't going to be allowed to speak to him that way. But as he began to remove himself from that prick(for sneering purposes), the chief's hand had returned to his hair, holding him still.
"Don't be difficult, Worthy," dragging the prosecutor's head a few inches further down his cock, "you want this."
Deeper into him. Edgeworth gagged when the other's head began to push down into his throat. Another thick laugh at the smaller man, before Gant began to pump into that hot mouth.
"You want that tasty cream," punctuating his words with a few sharp pushs, "don't you, Worthy?"
Miles was choking, though ... unable to handle the speed and angle of Damon's insatiable prick pressing into his throat. He was dizzy now, unable to breathe, wondering if he was going to suffocate on this beast's cock. In an act of desperation, he bit into the meat rigorously forcing its way into his throat, just hard enough to make the police chief cease movement.
"Naughty," he growled, but gave the smaller man a moment to recover. The prosecutor inhaled, despite the penis still partially lodged in his mouth, struggling to relax the tension in his body.
The pause did allow Damon to enjoy a rather beautiful sight: Edgeworth, eyes closed, face flushed, quietly sucking in oxygen, with Gant's saliva-coated penis disappearing between his wet, swollen lips.
Pale hand clumsily moved toward Damon's, trying to pull it away from his head.
"What? Don't tell me you're not enjoying this ... " He taunted, pressing a foot between Edgeworth's thighs, massaging the semi-erection he found.
Annoyed by many factors(Damon's accusation, its implications and his inability to verbally respond), Miles bit him again.
"Dammit! Fine, fine ... ! I'll go slow," Damon snarled the promise, releasing that soft hair, but placing his hand on the back of the other's head. Miles cursed mentally, but surrendered. After a moment more, he suckled on the tip of his prick, before sliding a bit more of it into his mouth.Gant considered this a signal that he may now move. He eased his dick, mere inches, in and out of that hole.
Now that the pace was more reasonable, Edgeworth let Damon do as he wanted. A quiet grunt at the sticky, warmth the prosecutor obediently provided him. It took five long, jaw-aching minutes before Gant's crown, stuffed deep, began to spew jism directly into Miles' throat. Unsurprisingly, the police's chiefs heavy, throbbing balls carried a lot of cream ... the unprepared partner choked, again, when the cum filled him, the little gaps in his mouth and began to seep from the right corner of his mouth.
The prosecutor was finally allowed to pull away from Damon's now-softening prick, coughing wildly to free a pathway for air. It's like the jackass didn't care people required oxygen to live.
Course, Gant was too amused, too pleased, at the sight of Miles on his knees, sputtering jizz, to regret not offering the other some kind of warning. He reached forward to drag Edgeworth's shuddering form onto the bed, on top of Gant's massive body. The smaller man, still coughing, got onto all fours to prevent himself from lying across Damon's chest. He was a tad too pissed to adopt such an affectionate position with the cocky beast, though the police chief grabbed his hips, possessively. When Edgeworth could inhale comfortably, he glared at Gant's smiling face beneath him, before smacking his curled knuckles across the other's face.
"I counted two attempts to kill me, you ridiculous bastard," he hissed, "Breathing is a necessity. Sucking your cock, is not."
Gant, being composed entirely of beef and boulders, didn't even flinch at the attack. Instead, he blinked, disturbingly silent. After an uncomfortable moment, he smiled.
"So hard to take your comments seriously with my cum dribbling down your chin, Worthy."
Miles, furious, wiped his face with the back of his own hand before attempting to crawl off the bed, but Gant held him still.
"Let go," he muttered, frustrated, trying to tug away from those hands. Gant rolled over, dragging Edgeworth along, trapping the smaller man beneath him.
"Forgive me," licking his own cream off of the soft flesh of Miles' chin, "I will work on my cock-sucking etiquette."
In a better mood, the dark-humored prosecutor may have actually laughed. He couldn't hold back a bit of a smirk, though, and Damon noticed the exceptionally brief expression.
"Your turn," Gant announced, kissing the other's neck, before moving down the prosecutor's body. He wasted little time, undressing the other just enough to free his erection. Miles seemed far too annoyed to enjoy any playful or affectionate ministrations... and there'd be other opportunities to toy with the lawyer's body.
"Next time, at my pace," the younger man insisted.
Gant grinned inwardly as he proceeded.
For the next several minutes, Damon was torn between concentrating on sucking Edgeworth's cock, and watching the beautiful man unavoidably squirm, arch and moan.

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Author's Note: May 30th, 2013 UPDATE!

Hey all. I've been working in the medical field but a part of me very much misses writing. I am very touched and very humbled by all the positive reviews. Two fanmade endings were even made for my stories, and they were awesome to read(THERAPY is posted on ff.net!). A few people even told me they made fanart.

I know it's been, literally, years since I released the first six chapters, but I was so moved by everyone that left comments/criticisms and supported me that I decided it deserved to be finished. I have mixed emotions on writing an ending. Truth be told I don't remember exactly how I intended to finish it originally, but my mind has been mulling over possibilities for the past three days. I'm excited to finish it, but a little heartbroken that many of my original supporters likely won't ever see it.
I've written about a third of the next chapter and hope to have it out soon.

Thank you all for everything.
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