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Phoenix Wright / Gyakuten
Saiban, its settings and characters, are property of Capcom, and are being used
here without permission.� This fic is
rated NC-17 for yaoi sexual content.� It
takes place sometime before the start of GS4, and is a sequel to SEXUAL
HARASSMENT, LOL!

Height Rule,
Shmeight Rule
Oneshot

Following his encounter in
the office after dark, Apollo found it very difficult to concentrate on his
work for several days.

His assignments for Gavin
& Co. had never been entirely engaging; he typed reports, he filed
papers.� Sometimes he would assist on a
case by doing a bit of internet research.�
Simple tasks that, now, were nearly impossible to focus on for more than
a few minutes at a time before his mind began to wander.

He couldn�t enter the office
without remembering how new and different it appeared, the first day he had
come into work after his boss drove him home the night before.� He couldn't type on his new keyboard without
hoping a pair of strong hands would fall upon his shoulders.� He couldn't even sit in his chair, or
especially move or adjust it in any way, without being reminded of hot breath
panting against the back of his neck, of his thighs aching, of pleasure so
profound that even the days-old memory was enough to make his pulse rise and
his cheeks flush.

Apollo spent too much of his
time now seated in that chair, praying that no one would notice the way his
large brow furrowed whenever he tried to suppress the little stirrings of
arousal mere furniture blossomed in him.

He said "next time," Apollo reminded himself for the umpteenth time, his
narrowed eyes sliding to Kristoph Gavin's closed office door.� That was another of the things he couldn't do
without feeling a guilty rush of hope--he could not lay eyes on that closed door,
or hear the faint strums of classical music beyond it, without picturing some
scandalous activity being played out by the man inside.� In all likelihood, Kristoph was merely
finishing his work for the day before heading home.� However, there was a chance--as far as
Apollo's imagination was concerned--that the music was a clever disguise, meant
to cover up the sounds of a different, far more sensual end-of-the-day ritual.

Apollo licked his lips.� Everyone else had recently left for the day,
and they were alone in the office once more.�
He considered lying out over his keyboard again, in hopes that the
startling meeting from less than a week past would repeat itself.� But as the minutes ticked by and there was no
sign of Kristoph emerging from the office, Apollo grew restless.

He could simply leave, and
hedge his bets on a different day.� Even
as he told himself that was probably the most sensible course of action, his
feet were already pushing him upright and carrying him towards the closed
door.� I should say goodnight, he rationalized.� It
would be rude to just walk out like everyone else, wouldn't it?� He raised his fist to knock.

The music was still
playing.� Apollo hesitated, his hand
raised but from there unmoving, as he considered his options one more
time.� Of all the ridiculous thoughts
that could enter a young man's mind when faced with saying goodnight to his
employer, the one that tickled Apollo's curiosity had to have been the most
absurd:

If he wasn't just teasing the other night, and he really
is masturbating in there, I have a better chance of catching him if I don't
knock.

Though unfounded, obtrusive,
and just plain silly, Apollo's mad logic spurred him on, and he opened the door
quickly without making any advance warning.

Kristoph was not at his
desk.� It took Apollo a moment to locate
the man, and his heart gave a little extra thump when he realized that Kristoph
was instead seated on the end of the short sofa that occupied one wall of the
office.� Unfortunately, Apollo's guess
had been wrong after all: Kristoph was not engaging in anything inappropriate,
and was in fact simply reading from an open paper file, dressed immaculately as
always with only his suit coat shed.

Kristoph lifted his head to
regard Apollo with surprise.� "Ah,
Apollo.� What is it?"

Apollo stared back, his
cheeks quickly flushing red in embarrassment.�
"S-Sir!� I, um�."� His hand clenched against the door handle as
he struggled after his original excuse.�
"I want to�um�say goodnight!"�
He took a deep breath.� "Yes,
I mean, everyone's left for the night.� I
should be going soon, too�."

Kristoph closed the folder he
had been reading from and glanced to the clock on his desk.� "It's later than I thought," he
remarked.� "I must have lost track
of the time."� He returned his gaze
to Apollo and smiled.� "Thank you
for reminding me.� I might have been here
all night!"

Apollo smiled weakly in
return.� Of all the things that had
caused him so much sexual frustration even a few minutes ago, being face to
face with Kristoph himself was the worst.�
Those bright, pale eyes, that gentle smile that always had a hint of
teasing hidden in its curl�they seduced him with greater success than his chair
or his keyboard ever could.� As Kristoph
continued to stare back at him Apollo's heart sped, wondering, hoping Kristoph might invite him in to
revisit the unexpected passion they had shared.

But Kristoph only tilted his
head slightly.� "Is something the
matter?"

Apollo shook himself.� "I'm fine!� Really, it's just been a hard day.� A difficult day!" he quickly corrected
himself when his choice of wording only made him blush further.� "Are you�um, leaving as well, Sir?"

"In a moment."� Kristoph set his file onto a short table next
to the sofa, but he made no move to rise.�
"You're right.� It has been a
rather long day."

"Yes�very
long�."� It took Apollo a moment to
realize he was idly fingering the door handle, and with a start he released it,
letting the door swing shut behind him.�
The sound of it closing made the hair on the back of his neck stand
up.� It was late, and they were
alone.� Kristoph was not asking him to
leave.� Another of those mad little
wishes sprang to the front of Apollo's brain, reminding him that it was a small
act of boldness on his part that had spurred on the events last time.� Perhaps if he could be that bold again�or
even more so�.

Apollo drew in a deep breath,
and took the few steps necessary to put him directly in front of Kristoph.� If he could make his invitation clear enough,
maybe Kristoph would respond to and guide him once more.� He lowered his voice and tried to speak
confidently.� "Is there anything I
can do for you before I leave, Sir?"

Kristoph's eyebrow peaked,
and he made a slow, sweeping look at his young assistant.� In a movement that had to be deliberate, he
uncrossed his legs.� "Did you have
something in mind?"

Apollo's fingers curled
tensely at his sides.� Bold, he told himself, unable to keep
his eyes off the beautiful figure of man in front of him.� "Actually�."� He reached out, trembling a little but
resolute.� The backs of his knuckles
brushed lightly against Kristoph's cheeks as he carefully removed his
silver-rimmed glasses.� "I
did."

Kristoph squinted a little,
waiting until Apollo had set the glasses aside before giving his reply.� "Why don't you show me, then?"

Apollo licked his suddenly
too dry lips, and hesitated only a moment longer before beginning to lean
forward.� Kristoph was watching him
expectantly--surely he wanted this just as much Apollo himself did.� He was a strong and attractive man, after
all, who had been all too willing to tease and pleasure Apollo with only slight
encouragement.� Enticing him now should
not be that difficult a task�.

With a tremor in his belly
Apollo touched his employer's face again, leaning in and tilting his head just
enough for them to meet in a warm, firm kiss.�
There was a romantic in him, after all, and he wanted to convey as
sincerely as possible just how much he adored his clever teacher; but more
importantly, he also wanted to express the sudden hunger he felt.� He wanted hands touching him again, and a low
voice in his ear, and the kind of passion he hadn't imagined was possible until
Kristoph Gavin re-taught him the meaning of lust.

Kristoph returned his seeking
kiss, and even tilted his chin up so Apollo wouldn't have to stoop as much to
reach him.� He didn't lift his hands, but
as the kiss wound down he gently nipped Apollo's bottom lip between his teeth,
giving him a tug before he let go and nestled back into the sofa.� Figuring that was all the invitation he
needed, Apollo gave a little murmur of excitement and climbed onto the sofa
with him, straddling Kristoph's lap as he sought another, heavier kiss.

Apollo quickly decided he
liked this angle for kissing much better.�
As erotic as he'd found it having Kristoph over his shoulder, needing to
stretch and reach just for their mouths to meet, there was something more to be
said for face to face, uninterrupted affection.�
He was even able to take the lead for the moment, undoing Kristoph's tie
and unbuttoning his shirt down to where it met his vest.� He was only trying to get a feel for
Kristoph's soft, perfect skin, by playing his fingertips over the man's neck
and collar.� But something in the
explorative touches must have struck a nerve in the usually so well composed
defense attorney, and with a quiet hiss of approval Kristoph at last wrapped
Apollo up in his arms.

It was bliss all over
again.� Apollo moaned thickly as he
shivered within the strength of Kristoph's embrace.� Though he had once responded to Kristoph's
hands with uncertainty and modesty, those things were lost to him now.� He was unashamed as he spread his knees wider
and arched his back, rubbing his already swollen groin into Kristoph's.� When he felt Kristoph's arousal hardening so
quickly against his own, it filled him with such prideful satisfaction that he
couldn't help but grin openly.

"Sir�."� Apollo groaned, and when Kristoph shifted
forward to the edge of the sofa, he quickly adjusted his legs so that he could
squeeze the man's sturdy hips with his thighs.�
He was certain he had to be glowing with delight.� "You're so amazing," he
gasped.� Remembering that Kristoph had
spoken so well of his voice, he swallowed hard and lowered it against
Kristoph's ear.� "I�I've never felt
anything like this�with anyone.� You're
incredible."

Kristoph chuckled, and despite
Apollo's efforts at sex banter, the deep, sensual rumble of Kristoph's own
voice put him to shame.� "Hmm, I
don't know," he murmured.� He slid
one hand up between Apollo's thighs, cupping and slowly squeezing his by now
aching erection.� "I remember you
being quite incredible yourself."

Apollo shuddered, whimpering
as he pressed eagerly against Kristoph's strong hand.� �"I'd
never�been so hard in my life," he confessed shakily.� When Kristoph squeezed again he shuddered and
began to squirm.� "Damn, like
now�."

"Good," Kristoph
purred, rubbing him tenderly through his slacks.� Finally he began to undo Apollo's fly.� "Just how I want you."

Apollo hummed in wordless
approval, quickly reaching to undo Kristoph's pants as well.� But in order to get them down further he had
to push off the sofa.� Any embarrassment
he might have felt about stripping out of his shoes, pants, and underwear in
full view of his mentor was quickly erased when he saw how eager Kristoph
himself was to be rid of his own.

"I still can't believe
this," Apollo murmured as he freed himself from his necktie and vest.� "That you would�want someone like
me."

"And why not?"� Kristoph leaned over the arm of the sofa to
reach into the pocket of his discarded suit coat, retrieving his wallet.� His sly smile made Apollo tremble in
anticipation.� "You're as handsome
and talented as anyone could ask for."

Apollo rubbed his nose
self-consciously at the compliment, and as soon as Kristoph tugged the condom
wrapper from the secret pocket of his wallet, he reached forward to take it
himself.� "Please," he said,
ripping it open.� "Let me."

Kristoph's eyebrow rose
again, but he looked pleased.� He
straightened up once more and watched Apollo expectantly.� "Go ahead."

Apollo took a deep breath as
he lowered himself to his knees, putting himself more or less face to face with
Kristoph's impressive anatomy.� His toes
curled as he remembered how deeply it had filled him that fateful night, and
with a look of almost awe he reached out, drawing his fingertips slowly up and
down the length of Kristoph's cock.

Kristoph hummed softly.� Because he didn't seem about to object,
Apollo leaned closer, wetly kissing the underside of his partner's straining
erection as he fondled him with worshiping fingers.� When carefully manicured fingernails were
drawn through his hair in encouragement, he shivered and took the man deeply
into his wide mouth.

Kristoph was inside him--not
in the way he wanted most, but feeling the grown man shiver, and hearing him
hiss quietly in satisfaction, made Apollo's own groin throb as if he were the
one being tempted with lips and tongue.�
He would have gladly preyed on Kristoph's cock until the end of his
stamina, but it wasn't long before strong fingers began to urge him back.

"Not too much,
now," Kristoph murmured.� There was
strain in his voice Apollo couldn't remember hearing before, but when he
started to question another condom was slipped into his hand.� "One for you, too."

"Oh�right."� Apollo smiled sheepishly as he finally got
around to drawing the cool latex over his patient companion.� "Wouldn't want to make a mess
again."� He leaned back a little
then so he could prepare himself as well.

But when Apollo started to
get up, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight of Kristoph stretching out on
his side across the couch.� Breathing
deeply and with eyes half lidded, Kristoph bent his knees in an unmistakable
gesture of invitation.

Apollo could only stare.� The impossible display set before him was
almost too much for him to comprehend, making him feel almost faint and
feverish.� Watching Kristoph settle
himself so particularly, waiting for him, put his heart quickly into his
ears.� Surely, this wasn't happening.� "Sir�?"

Kristoph smirked at him,
stretching enticingly as he spread his thighs into an L-angle against the sofa
back and seat.� "You've been
bragging all along about how hard I make you," he teased.� How a man could sound so vulgar, and yet so
refined at the same time, Apollo could not fathom.� "I want to judge for myself."

Apollo's jaw dropped.�� He was still and half panicked for several
long breaths, in which his pulse existed only in his throat and between his
legs.� When Kristoph gave another slight
wriggle, he spurred to life.� With a
disbelieving but ecstatic whimper he climbed back onto the sofa, quickly trying
to work out the best position.� "Sir,"
he uttered, too stunned to form more words than that.� "Sir�!"

Kristoph shifted, and with a
quiet murmur hooked his left knee up over Apollo's right shoulder.� He didn't seem bothered in the least that by
being stretched out sideways he was putting himself in rather compromising and
vulnerable position.� In fact, he looked
downright smug.

"Don't be shy now,"
Kristoph murmured.� His tongue flickered
along the top of his teeth.� "And
don't hold back."

"Y-Yes, Sir�"� Apollo gulped, his brow furrowed.� He wrapped his arm around Kristoph's thigh
and held it close to his ribs as he prepared himself mentally for the boundary
he was about to cross.� Trembling but
determined, he held his breath and pressed his hips forward, guiding swollen
cock into his calmly waiting partner.

Kristoph sucked in a low
breath through his nose as he was entered, but Apollo only barely heard him;
all his focus was on their joined flesh, and the
embrace of warm muscle that was quickly rendering his brain senseless.� It was tight, nerve-imploding sensation, and
he had to bite his lip hard to fight back an early orgasm.� Once that danger had passed he pulled back
with low murmur.� "Sir�"

Kristoph arched his back and
angled his hips, and when Apollo rocked into him again it was--impossibly--even
better than the first time.� Kristoph was
breathing shallowly, but other than that and his half-closed eyes he was still
remarkably composed.� "Don't hold
back," he whispered again, tugging at Apollo with his legs.

Apollo wasn't sure he could
have done otherwise.� He began to move in
earnest, sliding in and out of his partner in a swiftly escalating rhythm.� He had freedom and power here that he had not
had in their last encounter, and he soon discovered how eager his body was to
exercise them.� With quick, hard breaths
he thrust into Kristoph's tense body, and reveled each time the electric-like
sparks of pleasure shot through his system.�
When he wasn't gasping for breath his deep groans filled the small
office and strained his throat.

Kristoph's voice eventually joined them.� Gradually his perfect poise began to unravel
as Apollo rocked him against the cushions.�
His cries were not nearly as reckless as his companion's: only low
murmurs of satisfaction fell from his parted lips, amidst his softly panting
breath.� But to Apollo, he might as well
have been screaming his name, for all those simple vocalizations
represented.� Apollo's rough,
unsophisticated love-making was spreading cracks through the visage of a man
who was meant to be more than perfect.�
It wasn't long before Kristoph was even digging his grip into the couch frame,
using it to pull himself more firmly against Apollo's thrusting hips.

Apollo sped his already harsh
pace.� Seeing Kristoph writhe beneath him
seemed to fill him with inhuman energy, and with moans so guttural he almost
didn't recognize his own voice, he shoved himself into the man again and
again.� His palms were slick with sweat
as he clung to Kristoph's trembling thighs; his foot scraped against the carpet
as he braced himself for greater leverage.�
Driven nearly to the brink by his surreal, lust-driven fantasy, he felt
stronger and more commanding than he ever had, and he fucked Kristoph hard and
fast with all the passion he could muster.

The climax that followed
shook Apollo down to his bones.� He
moaned his voice raw as his hips spasmed against Kristoph's, and for a moment
his entire world faded to heated black.�
But the clench of stern muscle around his cock, already throbbing and
spent, drew him quickly back.� Whimpering
weakly from the overdose of stimulation, he pulled out, still gripping tightly
onto Kristoph's leg as he fought to breathe.

"Mm�."� Kristoph continued to shiver even after
Apollo had regained himself, and lightly stroked his own covered member until
it, too, had nothing left to offer.�
Slowly, he pushed himself up into the corner of the sofa, stretching his
legs, his shoulders�as if making sure that each part of him were
still in tact.

"My dear boy,"
Kristoph chuckled in exhaustion after a few minutes of recovery.� "I had no idea you were so�"� His extensive vocabulary failed him for a
moment as he attempted to unearth the proper word.� It didn't come to him."�Well.� I'm not entirely sure what that was."

Apollo grinned around his own
gasps for air.� "Sir, I�."� He still felt half faint as he wiped the
sweat from his brow.� "I'm sorry, I
got carried away, and�."

Kristoph snatched Apollo by
the front of his shirt, drawing him in abruptly for a firm kiss.� He shouldn't have had any strength left in
him after such a romp, and yet his mouth was even more demanding and insistent
than it had been during their foreplay.� Apollo
forgot for a moment how forceful he had been only short minutes ago and wilted beneath
the pressure of Kristoph's warm lips.

"You're coming home with
me," Kristoph declared lowly.� "We
need to do that again."
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