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Title: Doujinshi
Author:
Attorney Hatman / Fanfiction
Writer Hatman / Igatona
Rating: NC-17
for alone time
Genre: PWP/Comedy
Status:
Completed/One-Shot
Pairing:
Edgey/His Left Hand (Steel Samurai - Will Powers)
Summary:
Edgeworth, looking for Steel Samurai fanworks, stumbles onto a porn
fancomic, and gets aroused...

* * *

A strong car, a big house, elaborate
clothing, refined tastes, and a focus to match the most expert of
sharp-shooters. This is Edgeworth. Well, this is Edgeworth until the
coat, cravat and deadly demeanor come off, and he is home, without
anyone else in the house except for his dog.

There, he can be a child, and partake
in the Steel Samurai marathon he had planned on undertaking to
celebrate the release of the original series on HD-DVD, and for that,
he had done everything in his power so that his viewing would not be
disturbed. He gave particular instructions to Gumshoe not to bother
him tonight. All the telephones were unhooked, his cell phone was
shut off, and more importantly, he would inaugurate his new HDMI 54
inch TV with some Samurai-y goodness. However, to ensure maximum
efficiency, he would wait until later tonight to watch this
masterpiece of television, as to make sure nobody else would bother
him by knocking on his door at an inopportune moment. Tonight, he
would laugh, he would cry, he would squee, and he would feel genuine
happiness at reliving his shameful love affair between a samurai of
steel and himself – in HD.

Now, however, there is time to waste
before engaging himself in what would be the equivalent of a
televisual orgasm, and what better way to set himself in the mood for
Steel Samurai goodness than to search for fan-made Steel Samurai
stuff...

He first stumbled onto an online
version of Path to Glory – Cody Hackins' fanbook of Steel
Samurai photographs. It seems someone put it online. He had seen it
before, on paper, but hadn't had the time to truly look at it.
Amateurism aside, it was a very good piece of work, Cody using his
height to sneak by people and get a perfect photo of the killing
blow. Edgeworth sensed a lot of photographic talent in the boy's
work, but once you got through it, there was nothing else.

Once again looking for arts and stories
about the Steel Samurai made by fans, his internet search grew bolder
and bolder, until he stumbled onto a fancomic called STEEL HARD,
showing an awesome drawing of the Steel Samurai, Samurai Spear in
hand, pointing at the Evil Magistrate, standing over our beloved hero
with a devilish gleam in his eye. Edgeworth, being a bit naive,
decided to read it fully.

It started out
well, with the Steel Samurai pursuing the Evil Magistrate. Most
fancomics of that series started off this way, however, this one took
a weird turn when it showcased a flashback as to when the Steel
Samurai and the Evil Magistrate met... even going as far as to give
them real names.

'This is new...
they never really touched that in the main series, now, did they...?'
he thought, hoping he could find a satisfactory answer. However, he
didn't expect anything of that sort, only that it would explain their
fated meeting, and what sparked this blood feud between the metallic
warrior and the callous villain that was the Evil Magistrate.

Apparantly, it all
started when the two were friends in a backwater village, and knew
each other very well... 'Okay... Wait, what?' thought
Edgeworth, as he clicked on the next page. The Steel Samurai, his
hero, was lubriciously kissing the Evil Magistrate, as both fell
romantically on the floor. Of course, that was clearly not in the
original series, but Edgeworth simply could not look away. He had
accepted before that he was at least bi-curious, yet never really
felt an urge to act on those desires. Recently, there had been
handsome men in his life, but never did it develop into a crush –
they would have been mild flings at best, and not interested at
worst. However, to see his favorite TV hero, the Steel Samurai, doing
those things to the Evil Magistrate, the villain, made him think of a
particular dream he had entertained about his own rival, Phoenix
Wright. Of course, he didn't love the eager defense attorney, but
Edgeworth had to admit that he entertained sexual desires about him
sometimes, some he may have liked to bring to fruition, but right
now, his thoughts were morphing into lascive thoughts about the Steel
Samurai removing his steel armor to properly make love to his worst
enemy, as was shown in the fancomic. It was at this point that
something came over Edgeworth, he felt a burning desire that he had
never felt before, one that was directed against himself and to
himself. He wanted the Steel Samurai to leap out of that screen and
touch him, take him, make him his. The demon prosecutor had a problem
of hero worship – it had started in his admiration of his
second father figure, Manfred von Karma, and once that perfect image
had been shattered in his mind as a result of his own trial, his mind
simply rekindled with the third hero that had been perhaps far less
important than the first two, yet present nonetheless – the
Steel Samurai.

Still, there was an
urgent problem to solve, the fact that the more this fancomic
demonstrated the passionate lovemaking that an unarmored version of
the Steel Samurai and a naked Evil Magistrate (both these characters
normally are their armor, which makes this fancomic Edgeworth was
reading far weirder than he originally thought, yet it did not seem
to bother the young attorney right now, as his thoughts were clouded
by something seducing) were currently having, the more Edgeworth felt
a desire to run his left hand close to his nether regions... they
were calling for a delicate touch, a precise one, as his own libido
took control of the normally collected mind, and made it feel a
desire so overwhelming, Edgeworth had no choice but to start undoing
his pants, thinking how shameful this was – getting aroused at
a fictional character, yet he simply could not ignore this need, this
relief he would be soon giving himself. It was visceral, almost
engraved into him, that he had to do it, right now, as his thoughts
wandered in the realm of his sexual desires, but another
metamorphosis would soon occur in his dreams, one that would be
entirely unexpected.

Edgeworth's hands
carefully removed the constricting clothing he was wearing, yet in a
rapid way, as this activity could simply not wait. Never before did
he feel such an overwhelming desire to relieve himself, and there
were episodes. There was one time where he stumbled onto detective
Gumshoe, naked in the shower. The detective was muscular, yet not
chiseled, and it had been a memory he often used to further stimulate
his masturbatory activities, much like his imagining of a naked
Franziska von Karma, posing for him. A forbidden fruit which he dared
not use often, yet made him so hot, that each time it was used, it
resulted in an almost painful erection, shooting for the sky, that
bothered Edgeworth to the point that it was impossible to resist,
much like today, when his pants were off, he could see the results of
his libido. They were clear as day, a bright sun in the clear sky. He
had to take care of it. He had no other choice. It was an obsession
that struck him in the past minute, and he simply could not forget
those two fictional characters, especially the Steel Samurai, and his
digitalized manliness, currently entering the physically weaker Evil
Magistrate, who's look of ecstacy, like a wanton slut getting
penetrated in every hole, lost in the moment in such a way that it
would be impossible to snap her out of it, was supernaturally
alluring.

Standing at
attention, Edgeworth's arousal begged for attention, and he had to
comply, his hand was gently running its fingers over the shaft,
efficiently maximising the pleasure he had at this silent massage. Of
course, to properly climax, he would need something harder, and
perhaps the help of some scented lubricant he kept nearby, in case he
brought a man, or a dry woman, home. While not exactly being a
cruiser, or a person that favored one night stands, it always helped
to be prepared, especially when the preparation can completement
solitary pleasures such as these. It was a small scent of lavender,
nothing that was particularly aggressive to the senses. It spiced up
the emotions swelling inside him, making them more palatable,
tangible. The slippery liquid flowed from the bottle to the hand,
coating Edgeworth's flesh with a cool sensation that felt somewhat
familiar, even though he had rarely used lubrication to properly
masturbate, only looking to enhance the experience when it was
already intense. Turning them from a fantasy to reality, his hand
slowly gripped the raging arousal, angry at his self-teasing, yet
ready for what was coming.For the intensity of his feelings, his left
hand did not mirror them, starting out slowly, dragging out the
pleasure as much as it could. Knowing that it was only the Steel
Samurai and him, sharing a moment of lust together, was enough for
Edgeworth. His hand went faster, he was savoring that moment where
his libido had taken control of his body, bending it to its will,
making him dance like a master and his puppet, in a twisted play of
lust, arousal and masturbation.

As his body reacted
to the naughty thoughts he was currently experiencing, something
strange was going on in his head. The figure of the humanized Steel
Samurai was metamorphosing. It wasn't anything ugly, or
gender-bending, and Edgeworth simply did not notice it. The
effeminated face of the drawing was looking more gruff, hirsute, even
as the body of the Steel Samurai looked as though it had almost
ballooned up with muscle. The normally stylized hair soon became
scruffy, and what was a black haired naked effeminate samurai
eventually became a brown-haired muscleman named Will Powers.
Edgeworth paid no mind to the strange way his libido manifested his
infatuation with the Steel Samurai, be it Engarde (as it had done
once, it felt very strange) or Powers, or this drawing. Yet, his hand
moved faster and faster, helped with the slippery liquid that had
been so generously spread onto Edgeworth's arousal.

"Ah!" was
all he verbally expressed, the feelings overcoming his mental
barriers, allowing him to fully abandon himself to the moment. At
this precise point in time, his left hand had now more control over
his life than his mentor, Manfred von Karma ever had. It was
something that was more than perfect. Something that was flawed, yet
more valuable due to it's flaws, a lucky mistake, some would say.
However, Edgeworth was overwhelmed by his lust. The hand went faster,
and faster. It cared not about dragging the pleasure anymore, it
obeyed no one, and yet did as Edgeworth's desires commanded. His back
was tense, his head was thrown back, and the more his hand moved, the
more urgent the fire in his loins became, and the more urgent it was,
the faster Edgeworth's firehose would extinguish it by purging the
demon prosecutor of his libido control.

It concentrated on
Powers' body first and foremost. He kept in shape, in Edgeworth's
desires, and unlike what had been reported on him, shaved his entire
body. Naked as ancient greek athletes, posturing for Edgeworth, he
imagined him lascively dancing for the prosecutor that eventually
ended up helping him somewhat. With that libidinous dance, Powers
aroused the attorney even more, his left hand going into overdrive,
knowing that soon enough, this dream of samurai would end. The
intensity of his feelings led his left hand to unrivaled heights,
Edgeworth moaned loud, and loud again, so much that there was a new
thought in his head. What could have caused him to be so aroused,
ready to throw himself into sensory abandon, doing all he can to
worship Eros and Narcissus in one single activity - masturbation.

And thus it ended
without a bang. Edgeworth could feel a wet string of something on his
shirt, yet he cared not. A second one, then a third one, before it
stopped all together. All of this for such a short payoff, but it
kept his desires for other men and women down. A catharsis for
Edgeworth, not ready to properly do it with someone else. It helped
him forget his unlawful desires about Franziska, his legal sister.
His illogical lust for his rival, Phoenix Wright... yet he could not
shake Powers' image from his mind. Perhaps it was due to his Steel
Samurai mindset in which he had locked himself prior to his solitary
session with his own left hand, but the image of a naked actor still
rampaged through his mind. He would need to let it rest at least a
day, for him to forget it. His body rested from the climax a few
minutes, Edgeworth too tired to go ahead and put on the Steel Samurai
series for now. He would eventually watch it, but never would he look
at his hero, the Steel Samurai, the same again.

* * *

All through this
ordeal, Phoenix had been watching through a window, Edgeworth unaware
he was being spied on. A muffled version of the Steel Samurai theme
played, and Phoenix soon answered his phone.

"So, is Mr
Edgeworth going to bowl with us tonight, pal?"

"No, I don't
think he will. Edgeworth needs his alone time."
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