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Varying Degrees of Sexuality	By : ladylaguna Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As the coming week passed, Edgeworth became more and more preoccupied with the bit of logic he put together. Was Gumshoe attracted to him? Did he really fantasize about him while having sex with Maggey? If not then, perhaps some other time?
Disturbingly enough, Edgeworth felt something other than disgust when his mind wandered toward these questions. He considered whether or not Gumshoe would act on the little gay urges he felt. He considered those arms, the light stubble on that jaw, the way his shirt stretched over those broad shoulders, the warmth of that hand patting Miles’ shoulder.
No way that such a bumbling moron could be a good lover. But, would Maggey choose Gumshoe otherwise? Despite being a huge whiner, Miles remembered her having a couple boyfriends around the station.
Angrily, Miles mashed his pen against the paper he’d been signing, flinging ink everywhere. Such a ridiculous waste of time, preoccupied with Gumshoe like this! And he realized he’d been preoccupied with the man from the day he’d been demoted. He needed a vacation away from this God-forsaken city.
His agitation increased until Friday arrived, bringing Gumshoe along with it. This time he had a treat for Pess in hand, and a box of tea for Edgeworth. The Prosecutor cringed as his dog crunched down the little brown bone, thinking it was likely made of all kinds of crude pressed protein and chicken parts. The tea was cheap, though it was the kind that Edgeworth did enjoy in the evenings. He wondered how many cups of ramen Gumshoe gave up to buy it.
Everything Gumshoe did that evening angered Edgeworth… Or, at least, he attempted to feel anger. Anything to keep from focusing on all the good qualities. It took all his willpower to avoid glancing at his ass whenever he bent over to ruffle Pess’s ears.
“I’m considering a vacation,” Edgeworth announced suddenly. As suddenly as he decided it, really. “For how long, I am unsure…”
“Back overseas, sir?” Gumshoe asked, looking a little disappointed at the news. “I’ll... I’ll miss you, sir.”
“You don’t have to call me ‘sir’ anymore, you know. I’m no longer your direct superior.”
“You’re still kinda my superior though! Well… I guess not if you leave again…” He fidgeted with the seam on the arm of the couch. “I still… respect you a lot, and that’s really why you call somebody ‘sir,’ right?”
“But I’m younger than you! And… you don’t even know anything about me. What is there to respect about me, really??” Edgeworth’s lip curled into a snarl. “So many people fawning over me. ‘Mr. Edgeworth, sir! You’re so amazing! Best prosecutor in the district! No, the world!’ But none of them know a thing about me… About why I do my job…”
“I know!” Gumshoe cried, stomping his foot on the ground as he turned to him. “Nobody knows you better than me, Mr. Edgeworth… I was sure of that, every day. I’m -- well, I was—your partner. Your assistant. I kept all of your secrets and I still do!” He pointed a finger, a little too much like a certain defense attorney. “Who else knows you’re gay, huh? Why didn’t you tell anybody else but me?” That righteous indignance emerged on Gumshoe’s face. “It’s important to me, pal. To be trusted by Prosecutor Edgeworth. It’s one of the only things I’ve ever been able to brag about. One of the only things I was ever proud of. I… I didn’t cut it as a Detective, but dammit…” His passion faltered, hand lowering. “…I was the most loyal partner you could ever hope for… I kept my promise to you…”
“You didn’t fit in as a Detective from day one. Did you just stick around because of the promise you made to me? After all the paycuts I gave you… Despite the fact that you despise blood, guns, and pretty much everything that your job entailed? Living on noodles and a laughing stock in the force… What kind of idiot are you?!”
“Where did all this come from, all of a sudden?” Gumshoe cried, shrinking back like the puppy he was. He couldn’t even bring himself to be angry after being told his entire career was a mistake. “I… I know it’s hard for you to realize, sittin’ up here with your fancy curtains and fresh seafood and stuff… But life ain’t all about money, pal! It’s about… protectin’ the people you care about.”
“I never asked you to care about me,” Edgeworth replied tersely, curling in on himself, looking away. “I didn’t ask you to throw away your career, your relationship…”
“You needed me… You needed someone to help you. Everybody was against you. Everybody’s still against you, because they’re jealous of how amazing you are…”
“Stop saying that tripe!” His fists clenched his sleeves before he caught himself.
Gumshoe’s brow furrowed as, per usual, the point made its way through his skull a moment too late. “My… relationship…?” He sucked in a breath through his teeth. “I didn’t… throw it away for you, sir. It just… happened that way. We weren’t meant to be, me an’ Maggey… Is that why you’re so upset? You think it’s your fault?”
“I’m upset because you’re an idiot. The same reason why I’ve always been upset, the entire time I’ve known you.”
“No!” Gumshoe reached across the gap between them, grabbing Edgeworth’s arm. “You can’t keep doing that. Burying everything you feel. Making excuses and insultin’ people when they get too close. I realize now, that’s why you do that stuff…” He leaned forward, something profound shining in his eyes. “Now that you’ve been talkin’ to me… REALLY talkin’ to me… I have you all figured out, Mr. Edgeworth.” He shook the man slightly. “Get mad! Yell at me! Hit me like Ms. von Karma does. It’ll make you feel a lot better, I promise.”
“You’re seriously implying that Franziska emotes in a more healthy fashion than I do?”
Gumshoe shook his head. “Cuz you don’t emote at all. You need to get angry. Real angry, not that fake angry you always put on so people will leave you alone.”
“Maybe I want to be left alone. Maybe I want you to get the hell out of my house.”
“I don’t think you do, or I wouldn’t be here, would I? You coulda walked on by that day you seen me on the street, but you didn’t. You coulda let me leave. I was gonna leave you alone. But you didn’t. And here I am now. So I ain’t leavin’, pal. And… you know what?” His jaw set itself. “I won’t let you run away, either. Flyin’ off to another country won’t solve your problems, no way, no how.”
Edgeworth did the only thing then that he knew would drive Gumshoe away. The man’s closeness made it easy. He turned, glaring at him for a long moment before grabbing his lapels and pulling him forward into a bruising kiss.
After barely a minute, they parted. Gumshoe leaned back, eyes wide, touching his lips incredulously. They stared at one another for what seemed an eternity. Edgeworth knew it’d take the man a moment to figure out what happened and what he was going to do about it. But he continued sitting there, looking Edgeworth over. Sighing softly and rising, Edgeworth hissed, “I will fetch your coat.”
“No you don’t,” Gumshoe growled, grabbing Edgeworth’s sleeve and hauling himself upward. Curling an arm around Edgeworth’s waist, he stared down at him.
Their bodies pressed together now and Edgeworth realized just how slight he was, compared to Gumshoe’s frame. “Will you hold me hostage here, then?” Edgeworth complained, one arm hanging limply at his side as Gumshoe kept the other held tightly.
“You can’t talk your way out of this. So… don’t… try.” Edgeworth deduced that Gumshoe was working himself up for what came next: swooping down and kissing the smaller man again; large, soft lips covering Edgeworth’s. A fine shiver passed down Miles’ spine, and he felt Gumshoe’s arm shaking.
After a moment, Edgeworth pushed away. “You don’t have to do this, Gumshoe. I know you’re not gay. This isn’t going to make me stay…”
“I don’t have to be gay to be attracted to a man. You said so yourself.” Gumshoe had already etched this fact deeply in the crevices of his brain, Edgeworth saw clearly. “I’m not gonna question my feelings anymore.”
“So… it WAS my name that you called out… wasn’t it?”
Frowning, Gumshoe nodded. “She wanted me to be reassigned. ‘We’ll never be able to afford a wedding at this rate!’” Gumshoe cried, mimicking Maggey’s whiny voice almost perfectly. “She said you treated me like crap, always yelling at me and cutting my pay… I told her you were a good guy, people just couldn’t see it, you needed a good partner… And…” He sighed. “I didn’t want to leave your side. I HAD made a promise to you. But more than that…” His grip on Edgeworth finally loosened somewhat. But Edgeworth stayed put. “…I cared more about you than I cared about Maggey. I had known you for so long. We worked together almost every day! That was a hard thing to admit to myself. I cared more about my boss than my girlfriend. Pretty messed up, huh?”
“A little bit,” Edgeworth replied, a smile ghosting over his features.
“All that stuff, rollin’ around in my head. And I was trying to get into it, you know. She was on top, she was doin’ all the work, and I was thinkin’ about how I’d tell you I wanted to be reassigned, I was worryin’ about if you’d be okay on your own, wonderin’ who would protect you.”
Gumshoe didn’t exactly do the best job protecting Edgeworth to begin with, but the Prosecutor supposed his heart was in the right place.
“So yeah, somehow I called out your name and she smacked me, grabbed up all her clothes and said she never wanted to see me again, that was the last straw.” In his own revelry, his arms curled around Edgeworth’s waist, fingers digging into the soft cloth of his shirt. “I told myself that I’d rededicate myself to my promise. You were always there for me just like I was there for you. My partner. Then… I got demoted.”
“And you thought I had requested it. Everyone you loved had abandoned you.”
Mentioning the “L” word made them both go stiff for a moment, even if Edgeworth hadn’t intended it to be taken in that context… He could only sigh. “You poor, dumb oaf.” His fingers slid upward, feeling the short hair at the back of Gumshoe’s head. “You said you were attracted to me earlier… Are you sure about that?”
“Kinda wish I wasn’t…”
“Big, dumb oaf.” Another kiss. Slowly, Edgeworth pushed him back until his back was against the wall. Gumshoe’s lips were cautious at first, testing. Miles’ fingers continued to stroke through that hair, caressing Gumshoe’s scalp. With a soft groan, the larger man curled arms more tightly around Miles’ waist, lips parting slightly. Responding to the overture, Miles parted his lips as well, tongue sliding out to brush against Gumshoe’s bottom lip. The kiss broke for just a moment. “You called out my first name? When have you ever… ever used that name?”
“Dumb luck. The only luck I got.” His voice was quiet and rough, a timbre that made the tingles in Miles’ spine ignite anew. “You want I should say it now?”
“Try it.”
“…Miles…” He couldn’t quite do it. “…Edgeworth, sir.”
Laughing softly, Edgeworth shook his head. His tongue teased at Gumshoe’s lips again, and finally met its prize. Turning his head slightly, Gumshoe sighed as his own tongue slid into Edgeworth’s mouth, gliding slowly and lazily over the other’s. His technique lacked a certain finesse, Miles decided, but thinking of those lips and that tongue on other parts of his anatomy just made his blood simmer.
When they finally had to draw back for breath, Gumshoe whispered, “I don’t know how to do things… with a man, you know. Nothing at all…”
“W… what do you mean…? It’s not so different from being with a woman, really…”
“…really?” So one hand slid up Miles’ side, feeling the contours under the thin material of his shirt, tracing up over a shoulder blade, finally resting at the back of his neck. Fingers burrowing into his hair, he tilted Miles’ head back and to the side just slightly. The breath caught in Miles’ throat when Gumshoe moved to kiss it softly, sucking and nipping gently at the skin.
“Well… harder.”
“…nh?”
Swallowing hard, Edgeworth hissed, “Do it… harder… Don’t be afraid to… leave a mark.” He wasn’t wearing his cravat just then, but knew it’d cover any offenses easily. Thankfully, Gumshoe immediately responded, sucking on that soft bit of skin just at the curve of Miles’ throat. His knees went a bit weak and he clung more tightly to the larger man. One of his hands drifted downward, getting a good feel of Gumshoe’s shoulders, meaty pecs, grabbing the front of his shirt.
As he became lost in these sensations, Gumshoe’s hands grew bolder. From the small of Edgeworth’s back, his free hand slowly snuck downward until it rested on the curve of Miles’ buttock. At first it stayed, but the temptation was too great; his large fingers curled over the flesh, squeezing slightly and pulling the Prosecutor forward.
Their hips met so deliciously and Edgeworth went up on the tip of his toes for a moment. “…ah!” The little sound sneaking from his throat, embarrassing him somewhat… In addition to the heat beginning to flood his loins.
“We… should… stop… this…”
Blinking, Gumshoe drew back. “Did… I do something wrong?”
“No… Unfortunately… quite the opposite.” Despite any convictions Gumshoe held at the moment, Miles feared they would melt in the face of having to deal with the more… male parts of Edgeworth’s anatomy. Though he now ached to see all of Gumshoe’s male parts, and perhaps wrap his lips around them… NO! Stop thinking about those things, or you’ll never get out of this mess you’ve created. “You… should go home now, Gumshoe.” He forced himself to meet Gumshoe’s eyes. “I… I promise that I won’t leave… yet.”
Frowning, Gumshoe replied, “You’re gonna wake up tomorrow and regret this. And then you’ll hop a plane and I’ll never see you again.”
That rueful smile curling over Edgeworth’s face, he answered, “Actually, I believe you will be the one who wakes with regrets in heart and mind. So I’m stopping this now, before we reach the point of no return.”
“I don’t regret nuthin I do, pal!” Gumshoe cried, shaking Miles just a bit. “Well… I regret when I mess stuff up, yeah. But I don’t MEAN to mess stuff up. So it’s different! I meant to do this! Every bit of it!”
“What do you intend to do with me, then?” Miles asked, raising a brow. “Kiss me until we both starve to death, perhaps?”
“Well… I…”
Extricating himself from Gumshoe’s arms, Miles turned to the side, sighing as he adjusted himself just slightly. Gumshoe’s eyes flicked downward toward the gesture, which is exactly what Miles intended.
“I… I don’t know what to do, exactly. I’ve never been with a man before, like I said.”
“And you’re not gay. Like you said. So anything past this point would be… for gay men only.”
“What?!” Gumshoe thumped his fist back against the wall. “That’s not what you said to me last week, not at all!”
“Being attracted to a man is quite different from fucking one, I’m sure even YOU understand.”
The word, especially from Edgeworth’s mouth, made Gumshoe shrink. “Well… not really… right…? Because if you’re attracted to a man… Means you want to fuck him… right?”
“Not necessarily…” Both of them would be crossing into conjecture territory at this point, and Edgeworth HATED conjecture. He especially hated trying to match wits with Gumshoe of all people, and outside of a courtroom to boot. Holding up his hands, he conceded, “I think that it would be wise for both of us to close up this evening… And… ruminate on the developments herein.”
“You marinate entirely too much, Mr. Edgeworth. That’s your problem.”
“And you don’t RUMINATE enough. So let us meet in the middle.” Deflating slightly, he clapped his hands together in a begging gesture. “PLEASE… just grant me this, Detective.” He had let the word slip out, after so long of carefully avoiding it. “I… I’m sorry. I mean… Dick.”
Gumshoe finally relented. “Alright… Miles. …sir. But you promise not to leave.”
It wasn’t as if Gumshoe could stop him from doing so, but he nodded, defeated. He couldn’t possibly leave now. Even with an ocean between them, thoughts of this man would drive Edgeworth mad.
After allowing his coat to be fetched, Gumshoe drew close a last time. Grinning crookedly, he pressed a kiss to Miles’ lips before the other man could protest. And then he was promptly shoved out the door.
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