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Elevators And Other Cruelties	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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August 24th, 5:45 PM
Damon Gant's Home - Dining Hall
It was a casual party at a lavish home. It was odd to see so many judges, lawyers and officers in bright-colored polos and short-sleeved shirts.
Decor-wise, Gant's home was littered with bold colors and large windows. A flamboyant mix of hues and sunshine, peppered with gaudy decorations ... certainly not to Edgeworth's tastes. Mostly due to the sunshine.
Extravagant catering had been provided. Curries, edamame, sushi, sashimi ...
Edgeworth estimated roughly forty-five people had shown. Various members of the legal system, a few politicians. Damon Gant seemed to have many friends ... powerful ones.
There were also several beautiful young ladies ... Possibly invited to encourage everyone's swimming-participation later on.
As promised, Gumshoe and Phoenix were there. Lana Skye had made an appearance as well.
They were all ... mingling.
As a rule, Edgeworth loathed mingling. He loathed elevators, murderers, earthquakes and mingling. In that very order.
Miles briefly wondered what compelled him to accept this invitation as he watched Gumshoe and Phoenix . They stuck together, perhaps due to familiarity. The two were certainly out of place in this environment ... like two fluffy bunnies dancing among a pride of lions. Still, they looked happy, despite the awkwardness of their mingling.
Miles realized he probably looked miserable to all those who glanced in his direction ... standing near the wall, refusing to mingle, alone.
A petite redhead approached Edgeworth. She was certainly pretty, with a cute splatter of freckles on her face and a form-fitting emerald top. Her perfect pink lips curved into a winning smile.
"Hey handsome-"
"Flattered, but uninterested," Miles interrupted crudely.
Perfect pink lips turned to a pout before stepping away to flirt with someone else.
A deep chuckle forced Miles to glance to his immediate left.
"Miles Edgeworth, squashing women's dreams with three words," Damon Gant stepped directly next to the prosecutor, smiling. He was wearing a loud orange Hawaiian shirt sprinkled with palm trees. In his hand was a glass of red wine.
"Out of curiosity," Miles inquired, turning his gaze back toward Gant's dinner guests, "if this party had happened a month ago, would your dear friend Ushijima be here?"
A taunt. Miles still found Ushijima's gall to attempt bribery in front of the police chief to be suspicious ... despite Damon's claims the meeting had been a ruse. He was also purposely suggesting, with these words, that any one of these 'friends' of Damon could be equally corrupt.
Gant took a sip of his wine before holding the wineglass in front of the sour prosecutor: "You really need to loosen up."
Miles eyed the offering.
The older man leaned toward Edgeworth's ear, stopping about an inch away, before whispering: "Perhaps if you accompanied me to my bedroom we could find a more ... sensual means of accomplishing this ... "
The words roused the lawyer's imagination. He snatched the wineglass from Damon, taking a sip. Quality wine.
Gant snickered, straightening his posture. "Beautiful day. I'm about to announce the pool is open ... " casually, "Do you need any lotion?" Damon would hate to see that pretty ivory skin burn ...
Now the prosecutor was imagining the police chief lathering his body with sunblock ... Before their sensual experience in the elevator, such flirtations from the odd man would have earned insulting retaliations. Now Miles found his fantasies wildly supportive of Gant's seductive efforts ...
"I brought my own, thank you," The silver-haired man finally responded, taking a second sip of that wine.
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August 24th, 6:57 PM
Damon Gant's Home - The Patio
"You've been staring at him all night," Lana accused, taking a seat next to Edgeworth.
Miles did find himself glad there was someone as anti-social as he was at this party. Someone that didn't annoy him.
They sat together on Damon's patio furniture, watching from afar a couple dozen people flirt and play in the police chief's expansive pool, with a conjoined in-ground jacuzzi. Half the party had left once the swimming festivities started, mostly the ones too old or too out-of-shape to be comfortable with public swimming.
Damon certainly stood out amongst the crowd... with his tanned, chiseled body. It was as delicious as his collarbone had promised. There were a couple of other attractive participants ... but Miles found himself unable to focus on anyone else. No one rivaled Damon.
"He has no business having such an attractive physique at his age," Edgeworth declared, confirming Lana's suspicion.
Currently the muscular police chief had a watergun-wielding brunette riding on top of his shoulders, who was shooting poor Gumshoe directly in the face. It was an unfair combination, really. The brunette was isolated and well-protected on Damon' shoulders... no one would dare attempt retaliation against her.
"This must be a recent development," Lana responded, a bit curious ... a bit concerned.
Phoenix performing a cannonball dive next to the redhead Edgeworth rejected earlier was an amusing sight, in particular because the redhead started shouting at the defense attorney as soon as he surfaced. Poor girl wasn't having a good night.
"Damon and I ... had an unexpected moment," sipping on his wine, his third glass of it, "he's plagued my thoughts ever since."
Miles continued to watch the watergun massacre. Apparently, Damon must have decided he was bored of it, for he tossed the brunette into the water ... and several swimmers seeking vengeance converged upon her, including Gumshoe.
There was a lot of laughter.
"Well, Damon can be ... fun. In a dangerous sort of way," there was a shift in her tone caused by an emotion Miles couldn't easily identify, " ... Just be careful."
This sudden change forced Edgeworth to glance over to her. Despite the casual atmosphere ... she seemed as guarded and distant as she would be in her office.
"How very ominous," he commented, hoping to encourage her to reveal more. When she didn't elaborate, he asked, "Were you two an item?"
"Never anything serious. Just the occasional fuck, when he wanted it," she responded, unfocused gaze aimed at the pool. Miles examined her, deciding the chief prosecutor was rather attractive. A detailed crimson shirt and short-shorts. Pale-skinned and shapely. Dark blonde hair and sea-blue eyes.
"Well, he certainly keeps beautiful company," Edgworth acknowledged. The chief prosecutor flashed him a skeptical look.
"Flattery? That's certainly not typical of you."
"Correct. The wine is loosening my lips, I believe."
"Perhaps you've had enough, then," she reasoned gently.
"It's ... relaxing me," Miles admitted hesitantly.
Lana tilted her head, curious.
"I haven't been able to sleep, lately ... Would you think me childish if I told you I've been having nightmares? "
A duality resulted from his most recent experience in an elevator. By day, Damon had been dominating his fantasies. By night, thoughts of elevators, his father and murder seized him.
"Not at all," Lana responded quickly. She was incredibly familiar with sleepless nights and nightmares.
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August 24th, 7:20 PM
Damon Gant's Home - The Pool
Gant mentally chided himself for not anticipating this. He stood at the edge of the pool, watching the two prosecutors. He briefly wondered whether Lana's lovely lips were spilling poisonous secrets ... Gant strained his ears, trying to hear them ...
After a moment, Gumshoe's head emerged from the water directly to the right of the darkly tanned man.
"I wonder if someone told em prosecutors weren't allowed in the water," the detective mused, also taking a peek at Lana and Miles.
Another moment later, Phoenix's head emerged directly to Damon's left.
"On the other side of the pool ... they're taking bets as to whether either of them will actually come in or not," the defense attorney announced, "I'm betting no since the sun's already starting to set ... "
"Mm, You think they're into each other, or something? I coulda sworn Edgeworth was, you know, into men ... " Detective Gumshoe wondered aloud. Lana and Miles would certainly make a good-looking pair ...
"That's not ... one-hundred percent accurate," Phoenix corrected, being familiar with some of Edgeworth's past.
Damon was getting a little annoyed. The nearby blathering was preventing him from listening in on Miles and Lana's conversation.
"What's that mean?"
"Edgeworth isn't so concerned about gender as he is about ... the overall package," Phoenix explained.
"Is that a fancy way of saying he's bi?"
"Um. Yes. He's a really finicky bi-guy. Very high standards."
Gumshoe pondered for a moment.
"Now, I'm not saying I want to be with Edgeworth or anything, but do you think I'd qualify?" The detective inquired. He flexed his decently-muscular arms to emphasize to Phoenix that he was a pretty good deal.
... Phoenix tried to hold back laughter but couldn't.
"What's so funny?!"
"Losing about twenty pounds would certainly help your cause."
"That's cold, pal!"
Damon's lip was starting to twitch as he listened to the two of them.
"I bet you ... one-hundred dollars, that I meet Edgeworth's standards!" Gumshoe insisted, frustrated.
"Oh. Well the good news is he's here so let's just ask him," then he raised his voice, "Hey, Edgeworth!"
This did garner the pair of prosecutors' attentions, but Gumshoe grabbed Phoenix with a headlock and started dragging him into the water before he could say anything else.
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August 24th, 7:25 PM
Damon Gant's Home - Damon's Patio
"Hey Edgeworth!"
Miles and Lana each shifted their gazes toward the pool just in time to see Gumshoe dragging Phoenix into the water.
Before Lana or Miles could comment on the situation, they both noticed Damon's quiet stare. The police chief flashed a smile for them, before hoisting himself out of the pool via the concrete edge.
Edgeworth bit his own tongue, watching Damon approach them. That tantalizing body glistened in the sunlight, excess water dripping along curves of muscle.
Lana wasn't immune to the image, either. Despite all the crimes Damon routinely committed against her ... there was no denying his enticing masculinity.
"Lana ... " Damon greeted, "Where's your suit? You know all my gatherings involve swimming."
"I wasn't necessarily committed to swimming, today."
"Perhaps the hot tub, then?" he suggested with a bit of a pout, "I really must insist. And Edgeworth? I'd like to extend a personal invitation to you, as well."
Miles had been staring at Damon's body still ... imagining how'd they'd look together in various sexual positions. He finally looked up toward Damon's face, still contemplating.
"Hm."
Gant held back a smirk, having noted Edgeworth's infatuated stare.
"You did bring your suit, yes? ... Won't you join me?"
Edgeworth couldn't shake the feeling that this wasn't simply an innocent invitation to Damon's jacuzzi.
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August 24th, 7:36 PM
Damon Gant's Home - The Hot Tub
Lana and Miles entered the hot tub together. They were its first two occupants.
Traveling to said hot tub certainly garnered them a lot of attention from the party-goers. Lana looked positively stunning in her burgundy bikini: a shapely, graceful woman ... and Miles ... well, people always looked at the prosecutor, but the sight of his lean muscle and flawless skin certainly elevated his unique allure.
Miles brought his wineglass. Why not?
They sat relatively close together, secretly finding comfort in each other's similarities. The temperature was perfect, between the soothing heat and the alcohol Miles was starting to feel fairly comfortable.
"Lana, you're gorgeous. Truly," deciding there was enough room in his mind to entertain images of her as well as Damon ...
Lana didn't respond, deciding it'd be in her best interest to avoid flirting with the source of Gant's newest appetite. She pretended to be interested in her nails, hoping Edgeworth would get the point.
Miles didn't let Lana's silence phase his mood.
"I can't tell if you're simply socially awkward or ... afraid of something," Edgeworth declared boldly.
Her blue eyes snapped toward the Edgeworth. A very brief expression of surprise touched her face, which she quickly smothered. But the look hadn't escaped Miles' notice.
Ah. Fear.
"What troubles you, Miss Skye?" The silver-eyed prosecutor inquired. Years of cross-examinations of both criminals and victims had truly enhanced his powers of perception.
Lana's gaze softened. After a moment, she parted her lips to speak ...
"-Perhaps some wine would help?" A deep-voiced intervention. Miles turned to see Damon behind them, holding a glass of it. Gant brazenly stepped into the jacuzzi directly between the two prosecutors, forcing both of them to shift apart to create enough room for his large body.
"Thank you," she accepted the glass quickly, sipping from it as Damon grandoisely wrapped his muscular arm about her slender shoulders, "To answer your question, Edgeworth, I find myself preoccupied with family-related issues. And as they are personal problems, I'll not speak any further on it, here. Wouldn't want to spoil everyone's fun with my moody behavior ... "
"Oh Lana, you're always a delight," Gant insisted, patting her pale shoulder gently, "Always."
Miles quirked a brow, finding Lana's sudden shift in demeanor incredibly odd. But before he could think too much into it, Damon's hand, concealed by the frothing surface of the hot tub's swirling water, gripped onto Miles inner thigh ...
Suddenly Edgeworth couldn't focus on anything but the closeness of Gant's body. The ridiculousness of Damon's physique was simply unfair, he decided. That large frame and all those muscles ... It was too much sex appeal.
"New swimsuit, I see," Gant acknowledged to Lana, squeezing her shoulders lightly, "Looks gorgeous on you."
Miles took a long sip of his wine, maintaining composure. Looks like Gant was a multitasker ... flirting with Lana as he squeezed Edgeworth's thigh.
"Here we come! Make room!" Phoenix announced as he, Gumshoe, Rejected Redhead, a dainty brunette female and a mildly-handsome politician moved to enter the hot tub. The new participants started an engaging conversation. The mildly-handsome politician introduced himself as Lance before sitting next to Lana. Rejected Redhead must have decided she liked Phoenix, because she sat next to him in the hot tub, and joked playfully with him. Gumshoe, who took the spot to Miles' left, started babbling about the Steel Samurai and various superheroes.
As Miles' discomfort was heightened by the sudden increase of jacuzzi occupants, Damon's fingers began to firmly massage his thigh. Circular motions. Edgeworth felt himself harden slightly.
"Gumshoe, I'm gonna turn your conversation topic of superheroes into a game. I call this game ... 'Ask a question,' " Phoenix announced playfully.
" ... This sounds like a conversational norm, not a game," Edgeworth commented dryly.
"I like games," Gant smiled at Phoenix encouragingly. Within the water, Gant pinched Edgeworth's thigh playfully. Miles couldn't help but remember Gant's words on the elevator: "I can't rid myself of the image of your thighs wrapped around me. "
"I'm gonna ask a super-hero-related question, and everyone has to answer it. Ok, ok, first question: If you could have date any superhero, who would it be and why?"
"Wonder Woman!" Gumshoe smiled, eagerly playing along with Phoenix's game, "She's just, perfect, ya know?"
"Wolverine!" Rejected Redhead practically shouted, "The sex would be nice and rough."
Phoenix smiled nervously at her. Miles quickly decided the two had no future together.
After a short silence, Wright realized he was next in the circle.
"Sailor Moon," Phoenix admitted, "She's cute and cheerful and we'd make happy babies."
"Iron Man," suggested Dainty Brunette, "Rich, handsome, funny."
Lance picked Emma Frost, making a comment about his preference for icy blondes.
"Oh, I don't know," Lana muttered, not really caring for this game, "Spiderman, I guess? Seems like a nice guy."
"Superman and Supergirl, simultaneously," Gant announced with a large smile, causing a bit of laughter around the jacuzzi, "I love a challenge."
Miles found himself wondering who the alpha-male of that particular sexual triangle. One would think Superman would always be the alpha-male, but Gant was so very ... Gant.
"Your turn, Edgeworth," Gant stated, smiling. Gant's hand left Miles thigh to start groping at the prosecutor's half-hard penis through his swimming trunks. Edgeworth breathed deeply, trying to think ...
" ... Catwoman," a small sip of wine, "Something about that naughty, playful behavior makes me want to ... put her in line."
In the corner of his eye, he could see Damon smirk widely. Rejected Redhead giggled at the forwardness of Edgeworth's response.
"Catwoman's a good one," Gumshoe admitted with a grin, elbowing Edgeworth lightly.
"Except she's not super or a hero," Lance argued. Must be a closet comic-book geek.
"Next question!" Gant urged. Edgeworth felt that hand slither underneath the rim of his swimming trunks ...
"Next question!" Phoenix announced, "If you could have any super power, what would it be?"
Miles huffed very, very quietly as Damon's hidden hand gripped onto his erection, thumb stroking along the length of it. Suddenly, the temperature of the jacuzzi was beginning to feel ... overwhelming.
"Super strength but, uh, I may already have that covered," Gumshoe smirked, flexing his right arm to show off his nicely-sized bicep. Rejected Redhead, again, giggled.
"Not bad, Gumshoe," Gant complimented casually, "been hitting the gym?"
"Indeed I have, sir!"
"Keep up the good work, detective."
This was fun for Damon. Pretending to be interested in this little social game with all these oblivious twits as his hand secretly toyed with the aroused prosecutor.
But at the same time ... Gant's frustrations were beginning to mount. The desire was starting to burn him.
"Eternal Youth," Rejected Redhead decided after a moment.
Damon found himself starting to fondle Edgeworth a bit roughly. Miles tensed up, taking another soft breath.
"The ability to fly!" Phoenix declared, excited by the prospect.
"Oh, that's a very fitting wish for a man named Lark," Gant pointed out ...
Phoenix glared at the older man, forcing Gant to blink quietly for a moment. Miles was both sad and pleased that the awkward conversation turn forced Damon's hand to pause.
"I'm a mythical bird of fire and rebirth, not your garden-variety songbird, thank-you-very-much!" Phoenix snapped.
"Uh, what?" Damon questioned, confused by the comment.
"My name is Phoenix, not Lark," Wright clarified.
"Oh, my apologies."
More laughter. Edgeworth tried to sip more wine but realized with immense disappointment that his glass was now empty.
Gant's hand started moving again, fingers pulling at that prick. The prosecutor squirmed a little, unable to focus on the conversation anymore.
Letting him touch me in front of all these people ... As Miles mentally scolded himself, he moved his free hand to grab at Gant's offending wrist ... He had wanted to jerk that hand off of his dick, but found himself curiously unwilling to follow-through with the plan.
Dainty brunette wanted the power to manipulate people's minds. Lance wanted telekinesis.
"I just need the lasso of truth," Lana decided, "It'd make my job significantly easier."
Damon was squeezing and stroking that erection, now. Miles bit his own tongue, thinking his body was beginning to melt.
"X-ray vision would be fun," Damon commented mirthfully, thumb circling the tip of Edgeworth's cock, "It's always exciting to see what's going on beneath the surface ... besides, this world would be a lot more entertaining if everyone I associated with always appeared naked."
"That's so creepy!" Dainty Brunette admonished with a laugh, Rejected Redhead erupted into a giggle-fit. Damon winked at her.
"You'd have to avoid nursing homes and fast food joints like the plague ... " Phoenix decided dryly. There are some forms of naked that shouldn't be seen.
Gumshoe had been stunned into silence. His mind produced images of having work-related failures and being forced into the imposing police chief's office to be yelled at ... naked. It'd be very unnerving to get professionally reprimanded in the nude.
Edgeworth's body was burning. He wanted everyone to shut up. He wanted everything to disappear but Gant's touch. Those silver-eyes closed his eyes, trying not to moan at how those fingers massaged and squeezed him.
"Ok, Edgeworth, your turn!"
"Hey man," Gumshoe murmured, thinking Edgeworth perhaps looked a little sick, "Are you ok?"
"I ... " Miles' sexual frustration was only encouraging Gant to pull on him more roughly. Thinking everyone was looking at him, thinking everyone was about to realize what's going on, thinking Gant's hand was going to work him until he shamefully burst inside that fully occupied jacuzzi ... he panicked.
"Damon!" Miles shouted loudly, eyes opening, and felt immediately embarrassed he had done so due to the several curious stares aimed in his direction. Beneath the surface of the water, the sinful motions of that hand ceased.
"No need to shout, Egdeworth, I'm right here," Damon teased, smiling. Edgeworth turned towards him, slightly irked by the police chief's obnoxious smile ... as well as the casual manner he held Lana's shoulders with his opposite hand.
Miles realized he had seconds to produce a reason for shouting Damon's name before curiosity transformed into suspicion.
"I ... require more wine." before holding his empty wineglass before a very amused Damon.
"Oh yes, of course," taking the wineglass from Edgeworth, and, since he was such a gracious host: "Any other requests?"
"Beer me!"
"A beer, please!"
"Red wine! Please and thank you."
"I'm good, thanks."
"Whiskey!"
"Milk, please!"
Everyone turned toward Gumshoe after he made his juvenile request.
"What?! Some of us work in the morning!"
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August 24th, 7:56 PM
Damon Gant's Home - The Hot Tub
Gant had only been gone for all of two minutes before Edgeworth realized he was no longer interested in being in the hot tub. Everyone was still talking about superheroes, but Miles couldn't concentrate on the conversation anymore.
He wanted that body. That immaculate body. There was an overwhelming urge to test that powerful, immaculate body. To touch it fully, to feel it fully.
Miles made up his mind to find Damon. Careful to conceal his erection, he shifted in the tub and began to climb out of it.
"Where are you going, Edgeworth?" Lana asked lightly. When the silver-eyed prosecutor spared her a glance, he noticed her quietly suspicious look.
"To urinate." A lie.
"Wait wait," Phoenix chirped, "You never told us what superpower you'd want."
Miles left without a word.
The answer wasn't appropriate for the light-hearted mood of this ... social gathering.
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August 24th, 8:00 PM
Damon Gant's Home - The Living Room
Miles felt richly rewarded for pursuing Damon into his home.
Upon confronting each other, both half-naked and wearing desire, Gant had, without hesitation, set aside the tray of drinks he had collected to throw the aroused prosecutor onto his large, black leather couch. The lustful act simultaneously surprised and satiated Edgeworth. He hadn't the opportunity to verbalize anything within the single second it took for Damon to climb on top of him.
"Your beauty tortures me; I should have never invited you here," Damon growled, grabbing the prosecutor's hips and pressing his half-hard erection into the younger man, "look what you've done to me, I've barely touched you."
Even through the fabric of their swimming trunks, Edgeworth could feel the police chief's impressive size. Miles found himself running his hands greedily along the delicious muscle of Damon's shoulders and chest.
"You have these little pool parties to show off this body, don't you?" The prosecutor accused, swept up by the torrent of Gant's emphatic lust. Being caught between Damon's sinful body and leather couch was certainly a sensuous little trap. His arms hooked about the older man's tanned neck, keeping their bodies pressed firmly together.
"I want you, Damon ... " a sexy whisper for the police chief's ear, "do not disappoint me."
The needy prosecutor bit into Gant's shoulder as the older man's hands caressed along the length of Edgeworth's back before sneaking inside his swimming trunks.
"Happy to oblige."
A short moan escaped Miles when the police chief began to roughly massage his ass. After a moment of playful groping, Gant's fingers snuck toward Edgeworth's hole, tracing circles across the rim of it. Having his ass toyed with as Damon pressed their erections together was elevating his reckless desires. The older man was such a tease ...
Suddenly, Gant pulled back from Edgeworth's body, gripping onto younger man's swimming trunks and pulling them off. The police chief sighed deeply at the sight of that completely naked body. That pink, swollen prick combined with that lean, athletic body ... add silver hair and white skin and you had a truly seductive man.
Edgeworth flushed beneath Damon's infatuated stare.
Miles gasped, surprised, when the older man's hands greedily gripped him, dragging the prosecutor upward and into his lap. He could feel that bulge of Gant's erection pressing into the curve of his rump. Edgeworth couldn't figure out why the hell the police chief's swimming trunks were still on, preventing them from turning this position into the incredible fuck it was meant to be.
"What would it take?" Damon growled roughly.
"Damon ... "
"What would it take to have access to this body whenever I want?"
Miles' heart quickened in response to the possessive words. Those hands were groping him hungrily: his back, his thighs, his ass. He very much wanted Gant's dick. Inside him. Immediately.
"Your body deserves better than this," Gant mused, continuing to admire Edgeworth's flesh, "A quickie where we're likely to be interrupted ... "
"I seem to remember you mentioning something about a bedroom," the prosecutor hinted, no longer caring if their disappearance from the party started any gossip. He snugly wrapped his thighs around the sexy bastard's torso.
Gant smirked, mirthful, before pressing forward to make a playful little lick on Miles' lips. Edgeworth took the hint and opened his mouth for a deep kiss with the police chief. They clung to each other, tongues warring. That mouth tasted of red wine ...
"Damon?!" A woman's voice roared, somewhere in the depths of the police chief's home, "Where are you?"
When Gant pulled from his mouth with an intensely irritated look, Edgeworth realized this woman was about to end their passionate little romp.
"Hmph. You acted like no force on earth could keep you from my body," incredibly annoyed.
"She's ... a rather insistent woman ... " Gant explained, disappointed with this trend of awful luck. Every time he made the very fuckable prosecutor wild, something happened to spoil the fun ...
"Damon!"
"Late as usual, Marissa!" Gant called back.
Edgeworth could hear the clicking of her heels on the hardwood floor as the mystery-woman approached.
"I want to speak with you. Privately," she insisted, loudly, attempting to follow the sound of Damon's voice.
Miles was a little surprised Gant continued to hold him, making no efforts to hide the prosecutor. He had considered lying down to conceal himself with the upright back-end of the couch to avoid any awkward situations ... but he decided that perhaps getting caught with Damon might encourage this intruder to go the hell away.
The woman stepped into the room. Middle-aged, certainly attractive, dark-haired, tight blue dress.
Miles instantly recognized the woman. His eyes widened in disbelief.
"The prime minister's wife?!" Edgeworth hissed, turning to focus a glare at Damon before repeating the phrase.
The sight forced her to pause. From her position in the room, all she could see was their bare upper chests and shoulders. Still, their embrace made it ... rather clear, what had been happening.
"Who's this?" She asked tersely, eyeing the prosecutor, "whatever. Doesn't matter. Send your little boytoy away; I require you."
Miles opened his mouth to snarl out an insult but Gant had quickly grabbed at his exposed prick and gave it a naughty little tug.
"May I have a minute?" Gant requested, relieved that his touch had successfully distracted the prosecutor. Miles wanted to strike him for how ridiculously accommodating he was being for this ... woman.
"Fine. A minute. I'll be upstairs," as she left the room, the sound of her heel-clicking trailing away from them.
Gant turned back to Edgeworth, unsurprised to see an infuriated glare.
"Let go of me!"
"Edgeworth," maintaining his hold on the squirming prosecutor, "believe me, I'm every bit as frustrated over this as you are."
"And yet you seem so eager to indulge her. Another suspiciously powerful friend of yours ... " continuing his half-hearted attempts to climb out of the older man's lap.
"Am I on trial, Mr. Prosecutor?" Testy.
"-Truly! The prime minister's wife. You have your claws everywhere, don't you?" Miles snarled, becoming still. He realized he wasn't going anywhere until Damon released his body.
A strong hand grabbed at Edgeworth's chin, forcing the pale lawyer to look into his eyes.
"Your constant accusations are beginning to upset me," he said humorlessly. Gant's severity was almost ... surprising. Miles was far more accustomed to the odd police chief's smirks and smiles.
After a moment of matching Gant's serious expression, Miles broke the silence: "Is she meeting you upstairs for business or pleasure?"
"For social reasons," because both 'business' and 'pleasure' were incriminating answers.
"That was quite a dress, Damon."
"Are you truly so jealous? Why ask if you've already decided on the answer?" Those questions earned Damon a scornful look.
"I'm such a fool," Miles huffed. His hands moved to rest on the police chief's chest, furious and regretful. Gant massaged the younger man's back gently, attempting to calm him.
"This ... may take a while," Gant admitted, referring to his impending ... meeting, with Marissa.
"Do as you wish; I'm leaving, " Edgeworth announced bitterly. The police chief squeezed that lovely body, planting a few kisses on its neck. "I tire of your games," though Gant's touch immediately weakened his resolve.
"Wait for me," the police chief urged, softly caressing Miles' body.
"What for?"
"I don't think you know what you've done to me, Edgeworth," biting that neck, tightening the embrace, "I ... must show you."
Miles silently hated Gant for his cruelly perfect body. It was the sole reason Damon was able to seduce him over and over, against his better judgment.
"You better be worth it," with a resentful sigh.
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Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Overall this chapter is kinda lighthearted for me ... This story won't stay that way. . Also, hope people like/don't-mind the Lana's importance as a character. As I wrote her I felt her fears and concerns come to life, so to speak. So she earned a slightly larger role in my story than originally intended. Let me know if you guys like and would like to see more!
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