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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
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*****

January 7, 11:33 AM

Police Department - Gant's Office

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The phone rang.

"Sir? Prosecutor Edgeworth is here, asking for you."

So soon?

What a pleasant surprise.

"Send him up."

*****

January 7, 11:35 AM

Police Department - Gant's Office

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"Worthy," sounding as supremely delighted as the police chief genuinely was, when the silver-haired counselor entered his office.

"Gant," rather stiffly.

A grin as he watched the prosecutor, after full entry, lock the door behind him.

"Was there something you ... needed?" It was a bit of a taunt, actually. It had only been two days since their first meeting, after all. Neither had contacted the other since then, nor made any sort of concrete arrangement for a second meeting ... so it was quite a comfort for Gant, to see Edgeworth initiate this. So quickly, too.

Silently permitting Damon to overestimate his own importance, Miles, pointedly, removed his suitjacket.

"My way, this time."

The police chief wouldn't even have to get out of his chair.

*****

January 7, 11:42 AM

Police Department - Gant's Office

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Knock, knock.

Thick fingers grappled onto silver hairs.

That head went still.

"Yes?" Gant's voice fell short of solid.

"Chief!"

Gumshoe, at the door.

"What?" unable to strain the annoyance in his tone.

"You said you wanted to see me later."

"Yes, later."

...

It took Gumshoe a full minute to realize he was interrupting ... something.

"S-sorry," before the detective seemingly stumbled off.

Gant knew the prosecutor would be annoyed, by this. He waited a few moments before releasing his grip, allowing Edgeworth to pull off his throbbing prick. There was a grunt at the loss of stimulii.

"Gant," unforgiving, "perhaps I'll let you finish yourself off."

"My apologies, Edgeworth."

The attorney slid his thumb across the thick vein at the bottom of the chief's dick, teasing him.

"I would have choked on my own tongue had I tried to speak ... " he twitched, frustrated, "ignoring your skill has proven, difficult. I was too close ... "

"Hm," idly tapping that shaft with his fingers.

" ... Please," softly, hand moving to gently touch Miles' cheek.

Edgeworth smirked, impressed with his own ability to turn Gant into a desperate dog. He moved two of his own fingers into his mouth, sucking them for a moment.

"You don't deserve this," tugging on that thick penis, "up."

Gant, hesitantly, obeyed. Bracing himself on the arms of the chair, those hips moved upwards.

The prosecutor squeezed Gant's left testicle before moving to the skin beneath it, pressing firmly. The outward pressure massaging the region of his prostate ...

The police chief bit his tongue, barely holding a groan at bay. Held his breath, when that tongue flicked across his cocktip before taking it into his mouth. Don't grab his hair ... don't ...

"So wet ... " Gant hissed, barely conscious of the fingertip tracing a circle around his hole.

Another two inches of plump cock was sucked into that mouth, as Edgeworth not-so-gently forced his two saliva-coated fingers up that hole.

"Gah!" arching, but Miles was prepared for it. His mouth moved along with that wild thrust as his fingers began to rub against the bulb of flesh in Damon's twitching passage. The man growled, knockle-white grip on the arms of his chair, struggling to regain his composure. That devious little slut was thrusting too many sensations on him at once ...

"You're ... ! I'm going to ... " sounding desperate.

Edgeworth hummed around that pulsing prick, squeezed its base.

Another inch. More pressure, faster. The vibration, the suction, the stroking ...

A stream of bitter cream burst from that dick.

Eyes closed, Miles swallowed. As much as he could, anyway ... but the remains of his effort were a mouthful. So much cum, five-inches of cock ... the taste of it all made him feel like a true slut.

"Edgeworth," Gant whispered, enjoying the warm satisfaction of a powerful orgasm ... as well as the sight of Edgworth stuffed with a load of jism and prick.

Miles removed himself from the other's penis, looking up to see Damon's satisfied grin. Those fingers tugged from that hole, allowing the chief to plop down into his seat.

"Beautiful," he offered, again touching that pale cheek.

Edgeworth licked his own lips, making them glossy with saliva and cum, still kneeled between Damon's legs. A humorless taunt: "That wasn't too difficult for you, was it?"

He was referring to, of course, Gant's continuing struggle with cock-sucking ettiquette. Though the man wasn't about to admit that relinquishing control to the prosecutor left him feeling ridiculously satiated.

The attorney placed an arm on Damon's thigh, placing his chin on it, waiting for an answer.

Another precious image ... Miles' head resting inches away from his sloppy, softening dick.

"I've never had such an enthusiastic blow-job ... I'm now convinced there's a god. To make a man as, handsome, as you so ... infatuated, with cock."

Edgeworth sighed, uninterested in enduring any more banal comments.

"When are you going to be able to get it up, again?"

The question made Damon blink, dumbly.

A smirk.

Miles, softly, blew air onto the moist flesh of his weakened prick.

Cool. Tingly.

It twitched.

*****

February 9, 2:17 PM

Yoko Cafe

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"Black tea," Edgeworth ordered.

...

"And a double chocolate-chip frapaccino."

"No, Edgeworth, I'll pay for--"

"It's done, Wright," Miles hushed, "A generous salary is one of the benefits of routine success."

He paid for the two drinks.

"Embarrassing," he muttered, as he received them. "We might as well go to an ice cream shoppe if you insist on ordering a milkshake."

He handed the frappacino to Phoenix.

"You ordered it, Edgeworth."

"Don't be cute." A couple dozen times they've visited this coffee-house together and the defense attorney always ordered the same thing ...

"I may have shocked the world and ordered something extremely pretentious," Wright argued, "Like, Darjeeling, tea."

A measured stare was aimed at the spikey-haired lawyer.

"You'll never know," Phoenix taunted, sipping through a straw, being sure to suck in a little bit of the whipped cream floating on the top.

*****

February 9, 2:22 PM

Yoko Cafe

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The cafe's sofas were overly padded; Miles preferred them that way.

Phoenix sat across from him, idly tapping his fingers on the wooden stand between them.

This was abnormal, though. Edgeworth was playing his typical role ... flipping through the pages of one of the cafe's magazines, acting rather disinterested in his company. But Wright should have been speaking. Babbling about trials, asking for advice, sharing the pity-stories of his clients, joking, flirting ... something.
This silence was ... disturbing.

"Stop tapping," the prosecutor instructed, sipping his tea.

Phoenix's fingers stilled.

Now the silence was even more silent.

"Why is it when you actually have something to say, you don't speak?"

"Edgeworth ..."

He looked up from the magazine. When Phoenix's tone got soft like that ...

" ... can we--"

"No, Wright," he interrupted, setting the magazine down on the table. He moved to sit on the edge of his chair, leaning toward the defense lawyer, and repeated himself: "No."

A weak smile, "You didn't even let me ask ... "

Miles waited a moment before answering, letting the other's discomfort marinate a bit.

"We've tried to do this, before. So, please ... let it go."

The prosecutor could pluck the poor sap like a violin; He always could. The defense lawyer could only match Edgeworth's gaze for a moment, before looking away.

A moment passed.

"Heh. It's not a question of being able to, Miles ... " forcing himself to look at the man he always admired, "I just don't want to."

Edgeworth sighed. He leaned back in his chair, propped up his elbow, pressed his cheek into his own knuckles.

"Why do you suddenly feel the urge to complicate matters, Wright?"

"Your secretary ... "

"My secretary?"

"She said you were... in a relationship--"

"--In a relationship," the annoyance showed in his face, his tone.

"Or so she suspects."

" ... " The prosecutor briefly mused over how his secretary discovered this. Probably office gossip evolving from a marginal piece of evidence that actually turned out to be correct, possibly something as small as Edgeworth taking a personal call at a seemingly awkward time ...

There was also the issue of his own secretary babbling to other attorneys about his personal life ...

"Please don't fire her," sensing Edgeworth's rather unsympathetic musings.

"Hn."

"Is it true ... ?"

He did consider lying, briefly.

"Yes. Though 'relationship' isn't the term I would use, personally."

Miles watched the younger lawyer flinch.

"What term would you use, then?"

"It's sex, Wright. About four times a week, for the past month."

Four times a week ... Every other day, more or less. Just about as often as they went to a cafe or restaurant together during the day ...

"... Were you going to tell me?"

"No. It wasn't any concern of yours."

Another pause.

"Or my secretary's," he added.

The spikey-haired man seemed distraught.

But this was good, Miles decided. Maybe the information would help Phoenix move on.
A forced smile. "Well, if you wanted sex, you could've--"

"No, I certainly couldn't have," The prosecutor corrected, testy now.

The smile vanished.

Edgeworth sipped his tea.

"So ... a man? what's he like?"

"What?"

"You know. Is he cute? Funny? Young, old ...?"

"Why?"

"Curious. What, are you ashamed of your lover?" He pressed, gaining a little momentum, now. This wasn't odd for them, though ... to treat each other's personal lives like a trial.

"Cautious," Edgeworth amended, "As someone in my position must be."

True enough, Phoenix decided.

"But if you must know ... he's handsome, drole and significantly older than me," something cold but amused touched those silver eyes, "He also has the most attractive physique of any partner I've been with."

"Oh really?"

"Absolutely. He's built like a god. A delicious, well-endowed ... god."

...

"So. When you're finished whoring yourself to this 'god' you have no feelings for ... --"

"--How desperate!" the prosecutor snapped, standing.

"Miles, wait!"

Edgeworth was already at the door by the time Phoenix managed to catch up with him.

The defense lawyer snatched the other's wrist, pulling him from the doory entry, bringing them face to face.

This act earned a rather nasty glare.

The thing with Edgeworth is that, sometimes, you have to be a little physical to earn his attention ...
"Listen, I'm sorry," sincerely, "I just, hate the thought of you ... with, anyone, honestly."

Miles looked him in the eye, "Get used to it."

Phoenix became annoyed, suddenly. Annoyed at all the little things Miles expertly used to control him: The gaze he couldn't match, the tone he couldn't challenge, the words he couldn't counter ...

There was only one way through those defenses, and that was the power of unpredictability.

"Hm," moving his hands to Edgeworth's arms, holding him, "Guess I better take what I can while I still have you ... "

"Don't you dare make a scene here ... "

Wright pressed forward, taking the prosecutor's barely parted lips. They were still, unresponsive. Which had little effect on the defense lawyer's enthusiasm. He moved his mouth against Edgeworth's, gently, before pressing into the other's cheek. Then, whispered, "I'll wait for you; I will."

Miles couldn't say he was completely immune to Phoenix's sincerity. On some level, he wanted to let Wright drag him away from reality ... to that romantic lala world of sunshine that flourished in that absurd little mind.

When Phoenix finally removed himself from his motionless partner ... "Amazing, Wright," voice dripping with dismissive sarcasm, "Your kisses remind me of our gentle, passionate nights together, and your words are directly from the soul ... beautiful and pure. You've again seduced me. I regret letting any other man touch me; You're the only one."

The younger man sucked in a breath, suddenly feeling powerfully depressed. Not only was Miles figuratively spitting at him, but those silver eyes were glancing off to the side ... completely disconnected.
The subject of his infatuation never seemed so far away, before.

"Everything has become so absurd, now," Edgeworth admitted.

Refusing to even look at Phoenix, he gently pulled away.

*****

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