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are property of Capcom, and are being used here without permission.� This fic contains adult male/male content.

Unfortunately, this part
might not make as much sense if you�re unfamiliar with case four of Gyakuten
Saiban 2.� But in short, Miles came back
and won an important case.� In the
process of helping him Gumshoe was involved in a
traffic accident (not seriously hurt).�
The whole gang went out to celebrate afterwards but Edgeworth
disappeared halfway through.� And that�s
where this part picks up�.

Steady Inhale
Part 3/4

Gumshoe drummed his fingers
nervously against his knees as the taxi hurried him to the airport.� With all the fuss being made by Lotta
snapping everyone�s picture, and Phoenix trying to keep Maya from eating
everything in sight, it had taken him a while to notice Edgeworth�s
absence.� It wasn�t like him to just slip
away like that, especially when they were celebrating his victory.� The only
explanation he could come up with was the one he�d feared all along.

As soon as the cab stopped
Gumshoe shoved a handful of bills at the driver and all but jumped out.� The sudden movement started his head
throbbing again but he didn�t care.� He
sped through the airport lobby, up the escalators and down long halls, stopping
only long enough to get directions from a staff member.� There was a flight leaving from gate A14 for Europe.� The announcements he caught over the
loudspeakers were indicating he was already too late�they had finished
boarding.� But he ran anyway, until he
was pressed up against huge window at gate A14, watching the plane being taxied
away.

Gumshoe gasped for breath,
staring past his own pale reflection at the departing aircraft with profound
disappointment.� His hands fisted tensely
against the glass.� He could have�� His shoulders
sagged with a long sigh.� He could�a at least said goodbye�.

Gumshoe pushed away from the
window, feeling sorry for himself, and was about to leave when he caught a
glance of a familiar bright-colored fabric only a few feet away.� Too afraid to hope, he lifted his gaze very
slowly.� But he wasn�t mistaken�standing
across from him at the window was Miles Edgeworth.

The prosecutor must have felt
Gumshoe�s heavy stare, as he turned, regarding him with just as much surprise
and confusion.� �Gumshoe?�

�M�Mr. Edgeworth!�� Gumshoe hurried over to him, still a little
breathless and half convinced he was imagining things.� �I thought�weren�t you on�to Europe�?�

Edgeworth�s brow furrowed as
he puzzled out Gumshoe�s stuttering.� �I
came to see Mei off,� he explained.� �She
wanted to head back to her old district as soon as possible.�

�Oh!� Oh, I see��
Gumshoe shifted his weight and grinned in embarrassed
relief.� �I thought you�d run out on me again.�

It wasn�t until Edgeworth
frowned, looking puzzled, that Gumshoe realized how
odd that must have sounded.� �I mean, you
know, left town again,� he tried to correct himself.� �Since you were just in town�to help Miss
Karma�.�

Edgeworth sighed, and shook
his head incredulously.� �You worry about
me too much,� he scolded lightly.� He
turned away and then paused, as if waiting for Gumshoe to follow.� �Honestly�running around like that when
you�re injured.�

Gumshoe blushed
a little as he fell into step beside Edgeworth.�
�It�s, uh, not that bad.�� In
truth his head felt several sizes too large and was throbbing pretty badly, but
he was able to block it out.

Edgeworth snorted
doubtfully.� �I�ll take you home.�

�Thanks,
pal��

Once they were in Edgeworth�s
rental car, heading back into the city, Gumshoe allowed himself to finally
relax.� It had been a very long couple of
days and he was still trying to go through exactly what had happened.� He poked gingerly at the bandages around his
forehead as Edgeworth drove them to his small apartment on the south side of
town.� �Think I�ll get reinstated again?�
he asked with a chuckle.

Edgeworth smirked.� �Of course.� Mei put in a good word for you, you know.�

�She did?�� Gumshoe winced as he pressed a little too
hard at his temple.� �She�s�uh�quite a
woman.�

�Yes, she certainly is.�

�Quite a family you got, in
fact�� Gumshoe glanced over hesitantly,
fearing he may have said something inappropriate, but Edgeworth�s thin lips
were still curled pleasantly.� The expression
made Gumshoe happier than he would admit�he hadn�t seen his old comrade in such
good spirits for a long time.� �I�m
glad,� he murmured.

�Hm?�� Edgeworth
titled his head attentively but didn�t take his eyes off the road.� �Well, of course.� You�re a good detective, Gumshoe.�

�No, I mean�� He grinned brightly.� �For you, pal.� You finally won a case.�

Edgeworth glanced at him, and
then laughed�openly, with more honest humor than Gumshoe could remember hearing
in him before.� ��Finally�?� he echoed
with mock indignation.

Gumshoe was suddenly
flustered.� �Well�well yeah.� I mean, y�haven�t since before Mr. Wright�.�

Edgeworth laughed again and
shook his head.� �What did you think I�ve
been doing this past year?� he asked. ��I�ll
have you know, Detective, I�ve won many cases since I joined the District
Attorney�s office in Paris.�

�You�huh?�� Gumshoe�s brow
furrowed as he tried to picture Edgeworth standing up in any court but their
own, with little success.

�Don�t think about it too
hard,� Edgeworth advised.� �I don�t want
you to hurt yourself.�

�I�hey!�� Gumshoe
crossed his arms and slumped down in his passenger seat.� He knew it was stupid, but he couldn�t help
feeling�somewhat jealous.� Though glad to
hear he was still working, he didn�t like the thought of Edgeworth getting
along with an entirely different group of prosecutors, different detectives�

They arrived at Gumshoe�s
apartment a few minutes later�Edgeworth smirked most of the way�and despite his
protests Edgeworth insisted on seeing him inside.� His place was small and always a mess,
covered in old papers he�d forgotten to file, carry-out boxes, laundry�� He cringed at Edgeworth�s disapproving
expression and did his best to kick the clutter out of the front hall as they
entered.

�Sorry, Sir,� he said
sheepishly, tossing an old carton of Chinese food into the trash.� �I didn�t know you were comin�, y�know?�

�It�s all right.�� Edgeworth slipped out of his suit coat and
folded it over the back of a chair in the tiny kitchen space.� �Stop fussing�you should be laying down.�

�Let me get something for
ya,� Gumshoe suggested, still bustling about.�
Seeing Edgeworth in his filthy apartment in his good suit was making him
nervous, and he couldn�t sit still.� �You
wanna beer?� No, wait, you prob�ly don�t
drink plain old beer.� How about��

�Detective!�� Edgeworth took
him firmly by the arm, surprising Gumshoe with his strength as he led him away
from the refrigerator.� �I told you not
to worry about me.� Now lie down.�

Edgeworth gave him a shove�the
edge of the sofa caught him by the calves, and with a grunt he thumped down
heavily on the lumpy cushions.� He
blinked dumbly.� �Sir?�

�Don�t make me knock you out
myself,� Edgeworth warned.� He pushed at
Gumshoe�s shoulders, forcing him onto his back.�
Gumshoe was too startled to fight, and soon he stretched out on the
extra long sofa.� �Now stay there.� I�ll get something for your head.�

�Huh�?�� When Edgeworth stepped back Gumshoe
instinctively started to sit up after him, but was quickly glowered back into
place.� �Um, thanks.� Something cold�?�� His scalp was beginning to itch beneath the
bandages, and he couldn�t help but scratch, even if it hurt.

�All right.� And don�t
touch those bandages,� Edgeworth called as he headed back into the kitchen.� Gumshoe quickly lowered his hand with a guilty
chuckle.

The apartment fell quiet, the only sounds those of Edgeworth rummaging through
his refrigerator.� Every slight shift of
a box or carton made Gumshoe curious; he craned his head back so he could see
what the younger man was up to.� It was
such a strange image, especially with Edgeworth out of his coat.� The black vest was fitted much more tightly
to the shape of his body, making him look younger than Gumshoe was used
to.� When Edgeworth turned back towards
him he quickly lowered his head again.

�Your ice trays are empty,�
Edgeworth reported.� Gumshoe followed him
with his eyes as he knelt down next to the sofa, and pressed a chilled beer can
to his forehead.� The cold spread
instantly through his body in welcome relief.�
�And it doesn�t look like you eat very well.�

�I keep most of the food in
the cupboards,� Gumshoe tried to explain.�
�Mostly instant stuff�� It was
embarrassing having Edgeworth looking after him like this.� Though with the prosecutor
leaning over him like that, it did afford him a better view of his face.� He looked very different than he had that afternoon almost seventh months ago at the prison�� The color was back in his skin, and there was
something sharp and almost bright in his gray eyes�the vitality Gumshoe had
seen in him the first time he appeared as his witness in court.� Just seeing Edgeworth having regained that
spirit made him feel years younger.

�It�s not good for you,�
Edgeworth was saying, and Gumshoe quickly cut off his reminiscing.� �All that artificial
so-called food.� You and Wright
have to get off of that diet.�� He took
Gumshoe�s hand, moving it to hold the can in his place.

�Well, at least I try to get
a variety�� Gumshoe replied with a frown, relaxing into the sofa cushions.

�You ought to have something
more substantial,� Edgeworth continued to lecture.� �Something with real vegetables,
and protein.�� He reached down, beginning
to undo the man�s necktie for him.�

Gumshoe�s attention was
quickly drawn.� Though the tie was
already loose Edgeworth clearly wasn�t as familiar with the knot as he was
those on his own neckpiece, and his fingers kept brushing against Gumshoe�s
chest as he tried to tug it apart.� His
brow, furrowed in concentration, was almost comical.� But it was his hands that made Gumshoe hold
very still and tugged his pulse up into his throat.

Edgeworth finally separated
the knot with a tiny snort of accomplishment.�
As he start to tug the necktie off, however, Gumshoe couldn�t take any
more�he wasn�t used to being cared after like this, and it made him a little
uneasy.� He covered Edgeworth�s wrist
intending to urge it away.� �Uh, y�don�t have to do this, pal,� he said, voice coming out
quieter than he�d intended.� �Making a
fuss over me�.�

Edgeworth paused, and for a
long moment their eyes met, both falling still.�
Something in the contact of warm, bare skin struck them both
sharply.� His hands were still trapped
against Gumshoe�s chest, forearms pressed along his stomach so that he was
shifted a little whenever Gumshoe breathed.�
The silence was thick and awkward but Gumshoe couldn�t bring himself to
push Edgeworth away as he had intended.

�I�.�� Gumshoe�s words fell short.� The longer Edgeworth watched him, looking
suddenly so puzzled, the more aware he became of that thick knot in his stomach
that tightened whenever they were together.�
He had for so long mistaken it for admiration and concern that when he
tried to speak again and felt his cheeks darken with a childish blush, it
surprised even him.� His hand tightened
helplessly against Edgeworth�s wrist.

Edgeworth�s eyes narrowed on
his companion�s flustered expression.�
All at once he was struck with the same strange recognition Gumshoe had
been, and in his face reflected the gears in his mind spinning to life.� Gumshoe imagined he could almost see the
figures passing through his brain, calculating explanations, exchanges,
possibilities he had not considered until that moment.� He didn�t move or speak but his stiff,
unwavering gaze was somehow dizzying.

The detective gulped, telling
himself to let go and apologize�for anything, just to get Edgeworth to stop
staring at him with such intensity.� But
then Edgeworth�s lips moved.� Gumshoe
held his breath as Edgeworth smiled, and then leaned forward, closing the
already short distance between them.�
Paralyzed, he could only stare in disbelief, until�a soft, fatherly kiss
was pressed to his forehead.

�You�re a good man, Detective
Gumshoe,� Edgeworth said quietly as he began to straighten once more.

�Mr. Edgeworth�� Strength flooded
back into Gumshoe with a tiny gasp, and he dropped the long-forgotten beer so
he could fasten his other hand onto Edgeworth�s shoulder before he could get
too far away.�

They paused again, this time
only a few inches apart.� Gumshoe
shivered at his own boldness and had to look away.� �I�m�I�m sorry,� he murmured.� �I know�I know you probably gotta go again,
huh?� You were just here, �cause�a Miss
Karma�� Edgeworth shifted, and he licked
his lips and continued before he could be interrupted.� �I�m sorry for the way this city�s treated
ya.� But��

His hands tensed.� �But I just wanted you to know, Sir, that I�m
glad,� he blurted out.� �Glad you an� I
got to work together, for a while at least.�
And I hope�all the good luck in the world to you.�

Edgeworth didn�t answer right
away, and his silence made the other man cringe.� Gumshoe�s stomach was tight as he felt
Edgeworth shift against him and lean forward.�
Long, firm fingers pressed into his jaw to urge his head to turn; and
then a wide, warm mouth was pressed to his, touching their lips in a kiss he
hadn�t realized he�d been waiting for.

The muscles along Gumshoe�s
stomach tightened as he swelled up faintly into the kiss, head lifting off the
sofa�s armrest.� He was too afraid to
really kiss him back�could barely move at all as if everything would dissolve
away into smoke and fantasy.� But then
Edgeworth�s hands were pressing into his chest, and his tongue was brushing lightly
over his trembling lips.� With a tiny murmur
of surprise and relief Gumshoe slumped onto his back once more.

Edgeworth separated then with
a thin gasp of his own.� His usually pale
complexion was flushed and his breath a bit faster than it had been minutes
ago.� He looked incredulous at his own actions,
which Gumshoe could sympathize with well enough.� He couldn�t believe that what had just
happened was real.

�Sir�?�� Gumshoe stared up into the other�s face, and
this time the knot from his stomach tightened a little lower.� It was suddenly hard to remember the last
time someone had hovered over him like that.�
Distracted, his hand began to slip from Edgeworth�s shoulder.� �What��

�Isn�t that what you wanted?�
Edgeworth replied.� His cool smirk made
Gumshoe�s insides melt a little.� When
Gumshoe�s drifting hand reached his elbow Edgeworth shifted, nudging it down to
his ribs.� �Though you really should be
resting�.�

�Yes, but�� Gumshoe was cut off by another unexpected
kiss, and this time he pushed past his insecurity to return it.� He wasn�t maybe the most experienced of his
officer peers but he was used to his lovers being more aggressive than him, and
he knew how to respond.� At first there
was a hint of almost virginal curiosity in Edgeworth�s clever lips; he hadn�t
imagined this scenario as often as Gumshoe had in his dreams, and his kiss was
hesitant and explorative.� Testing himself, even, to see if this was what he wanted.�

That didn�t last very
long.� Edgeworth adjusted quickly to his new
partner, shifting up on his feet to lower more of his weight against Gumshoe�s
broad body.� There wasn�t enough room on
the sofa for them both but Gumshoe pressed his hand into Edgeworth�s ribs�had
he placed it there anticipating this?�to better support him.� Despite the awkward positioning Edgeworth managed
to fit them together perfectly, enabling him to focus instead on their meeting
lips.

Gumshoe hadn�t known it was
possible to be so affected by another person.�
Now that Edgeworth seemed to have gotten over the initial shock his
mouth was hot and demanding, and Gumshoe couldn�t help a strained groan of
pleasure as Edgeworth rubbed his tongue possessively against his.� Every muscle in his body felt tight with
excitement, his pulse so heavy against his temples he thought he might faint.

When he realized that
dizziness was actually a lack of breath broke the kiss with a regretful
murmur.� Edgeworth�s body rose and fell
with his as they both gasped for much needed air.� Even then Gumshoe was a little unsteady, and
he finally let go of the captured wrist to rub at his forehead.� What a
horrible time to be injured�!

Edgeworth watched him, his
eyes half lidded and heavy, making Gumshoe wonder if they�d been that way the
entire time.� It was vindicating to fell
the man�s hands tightening reflexively against his chest�to know that Edgeworth
may have been just as effected by their brief, shared
fervor.� Gradually, their breath began to
even out.

Edgeworth licked his
lips.� �Is your head all right?� he
asked, reaching up to smooth his thumb gently over the bandages.

�Yes!� Gumshoe replied
quickly.� �My head is�.�� He blushed darker and did his best not to
look guilty for where those words had taken his mind just then.� ��just fine.�

Edgeworth smirked again, and
as Gumshoe looked away in embarrassment began to lean back.� Though he hated to let him go Gumshoe�s hand
tensed only briefly against his ribs before falling away.� Is�that
it�?

�Sorry I got you riled up,�
Edgeworth apologized, almost�coyly.� �When you�re injured.��
He retrieved the fallen beer can, dropping it abruptly in Gumshoe�s lap.

�Ah!�� Gumshoe jumped and quickly reached for it�the
cold shot through him again, but it couldn�t quite erase the burning heat from
his face and ears.� �H-Hey��

Edgeworth chuckled as he
stretched and pushed to his feet.� �Get
some rest, Detective,� he suggested.�
�Now�s not the best time for that.�

Gumshoe frowned as he dropped
the offending can back onto the floor.�
�But�� He grimaced a little in
embarrassment and shifted discreetly to face the sofa�s back.� He
expects me to sleep after that?� �You�re right, but�are you leaving?�

He craned his neck back,
watching as Edgeworth fixed himself a glass of water in the kitchen.� The sight of the prosecutor moving about his
apartment so casually, which had once made him nervous, now looked so natural
it made his chest ache.

�Do you want me to?�
Edgeworth asked, turning back as he sipped the water.

�Well, no,� Gumshoe replied
instantly.� �I mean, unless you want to.�

�I don�t have to go
anywhere.�� Edgeworth returned, and handed
him the glass.� �I�ll stay until you�re
asleep.�

Gumshoe was touched by the
offer, and he grinned meekly as he took a long gulp of the water.� It helped calm him down a little, at
least.� �Thanks, Mr. Edgeworth.� I�d�like that.�

�All
right.�� Edgeworth accepted the drink back when he was
finished with it, carrying it with him to the chair in the kitchen that was
Gumshoe�s only other piece of sitting furniture.� �Let me know if you need anything.�

�No, I�m�fine.�� Gumshoe settled himself, still facing the
back of the sofa�just in case.�
�Goodnight, Sir.�

�Goodnight, Gumshoe.�

The apartment went quiet
again.� After a moment Gumshoe tipped his
head up one last time, watching Edgeworth, who was reading an old newspaper off
his kitchen table.� Though he could have
been disappointed by the abrupt passing of those brief, intimate moments, he
wasn�t.� Not with Edgeworth watching over
him.

Smiling shyly to himself,
Gumshoe lowered his head and relaxed.�
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