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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who left me a comment.
Posted this fic in three different places. I was so thrilled with the responses that I typed up this chapter rather quickly(quick for me, anyway). Seeing appreciation for the effort made always helps.
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February 10, 10:23 AM
Miles Edgeworth's Voicemail
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"Hey, Edgeworth. It's Wright. Listen, I'm, uh, not feeling particularly well today ... Just a tad nauseous, nothing serious. So, um, let's post-pone lunch, then. I'm ... sorry, Edgeworth. Could you .. call me later in the week, please? Thanks, alright, bye."
The message was interpreted as this: "Hey, Edgeworth. It's Idiot. I know I fucked up at the cafe by questioning you on your private life, embarrassing you in public, indirectly calling you a whore and forcing a kiss. I'm sure you're not in the mood to see me for our weekly lunch-date, but ... please don't do anything drastic and push me out of your life. I'm ... sorry, Edgeworth. Call me, when you're ready to see me."
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February 10, 10:26 AM
Miles Edgeworth's Voicemail
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"Hey, Edgeworth. It's Wright, again. Umm ... I called your office, before calling you, and, I noticed, the secretary ... wasn't Jessica ... and it was some new girl. I'm just hoping it had nothing to do with, uh, me asking Jessica, about you. It was my fault, not hers ... Well, let me know what happened ... and, see you soon, hopefully. Bye."
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February 14, 8:42 AM
Meiji Dori Avenue
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"He also has the most attractive physique of any partner I've been with."
"Oh really?"
While walking to the courthouse, Wright noticed the gym on Meiji Dori Avenue.
He also noticed the sign in the window: "Earn great abs in our five-month program or receive a year-long membership for free!* Results appear within the first month! Ask associate for details.*Must begin the program with a body fat percentage of less than 18% to qualify."
*****
February 21, 3:21 AM
Phoenix Wright's Apartment
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Ah, informercials. Nothing more comforting than a collection of generic smiles selling random products to the sleep-deprived. All that was sold was either useless garbage or grossly unnecessary.
"But how often should I exfoliate with your miracle cream, little miss Wei East?" Phoenix asked the TV, amused by himself. If he called the bright yellow number at the bottom of the screen, she'd verbally pamper him ... laugh at his jokes, speak with him, pretend he mattered. Little Miss Wei East wouldn't ignore his phone calls.
Not like Edgeworth.
Phoenix looked at his cell. Eleven days, no call ... He had been waiting for one the whole damn week. It may come across as pathetic that he had kept the phone with him at all times ... even during these odd morning hours, just in case.
He placed his palms on the back of his head, stretching.
Was there any chance Phoenix could just ... let him go?
... No. Not this easily, anyway. Persistence has worked on Edgeworth in the past; He'd call again tomorrow.
He switched the channel.
"Beef up your meat, today! MagiRex penis pills are guaranteed to enhance your penis four extra inches!" came the announcement from some man in a lab coat. Dr. Penis.
...
"Absolutely. He's built like a god. A delicious, well-endowed ... god."
Hm ...
Phoenix looked at his crotch.
"... I'm proud of you. You make up for your lack of omnicockity with tenacity and I like you just the way you are."
Another channel flip.
"That stuff doesn't work, anyway."
*****
February 22, 3:15 PM
Prosecution's Office - Copy Room
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It was a tasty scenario. The police chief had his favorite hobby trapped on the copier, squirming between his greedy hands and massive frame. A lick to that smooth cheek, before Damon rubbed his beard into that skin.
"I love your body, Edgeworth" squeezing the firm flesh of his ass through magenta fabric.
Gant had manhandled sticks, before. Other than the naturally tight holes that accompanied a small frame, he didn't really see the charm in thin, petite partners. Flesh was good. Flesh to taunt, taste, abuse ...
The shape of the prosecutor's body was perfect, honestly. Damon was exerting himself over a man, not some pathetic little fairy-slut.
He had to see more.
"More than a dozen times we've satisfied each other ... and I haven't seen your body entirely bare ... "
"We're in an easily-accessible room of a public facility, Gant," frustratingly twisting from those kisses.
"You're the only prosecutor masochistic enough to show up at the office on a Sunday," Damon stated, trying to catch those evading lips.
"Let's try, 'Just hurry up and get to my cock,' then." Miles muttered, "This does not require complete removal of all attire. -- Maintenance does arrive at four, by the way."
These words reminded Gant of another seductive quality the younger man had; It was that fierce personality. Like the prosecutor had some sort of untouchable internal source of strength.
Damon was secretly suffering two conflicting desires ... There was some sort of womanly vulnerability he was enduring. Some gentle, quiet emotions that nagged him ... these feelings wanted to touch Edgeworth's lips, kiss his neck, make him gasp and moan.
Then there was that second desire. The one that wanted to force his will upon Miles in every way possible. That alpha-male instinct that wanted to ruin the prosecutor, and turn him into some sort of desperate, pliable little creature that existed only for Gant's own satisfaction. Destroying the prosecutor in a tantalizing, gradual process ... He'd make the pretentious bastard perform all the acts he's refused Gant. Damon would tug that gorgeous face across his cock by that lovely hair(without fear of being bitten), fuck that undoubtedly tight hole hiding between those thighs until it was loose and sloppy, force himself upon that stubborn mouth whenever. the fuck. he wanted.
"Quit slobbering on me, Gant."
Gant paused, taking a moment to imagine grabbing that face and stuffing his tongue between that insatiable bastard's lips. Refusing his kiss?
Edgeworth noticed the gleam of professionally bleached teeth; Damon was genuinely, fiercely pissed. It was only through expert self-control that Miles avoided both a flinch and a quiver.
The prosecutor, wisely, decided not to press the police chief any further ... not when he was ensnared in those arms. Damon picked up on the other's weakness ... he was getting better at detecting his younger partner's discomfort.
He slowly put on that smile.
"Forgive me ... " removing his left hand from the other's back ... to unfasten the button on Miles' pants, "I'll tend to your dick, now."
The attorney arched, hands grappling onto those huge shoulders, when cool, dry leather touched his prick ...
"Your glove ... !" Weakly. That large, leather-covered palm began sliding across the length of engorged shaft, a finger poking at his balls.
"Shut up" squeezing that body, that cock, "You're loving this."
"Mn!" Those fingers became stationary on his swollen head. Miles rolled his hips, trying to produce friction with that leather. It did feel ... good. "Move ... "
Gant ignored the request. In fact, he tightened their embrace ... just to keep the younger man from humping against his hand. Damon just .... clenched that swollen dickhead, over and over.
"It's not enough ... " Edgeworth hissed, squirming feebly in the other's bear-hug. His body felt hot, trapped. Was he suffocating, or just forgetting to breathe? "What are you doing?"
Another squeeze.
"Pull down your pants, Worthy ... " Gant's hold loosened, permitting movement; Miles tugged his own pants downward ... giving Damon more freedom to toy with his cock.
The chief rewarded him, pumping that desperate prick three times and forcing a groan from his silver-haired partner. The police chief watched that face ... flushed, needy, eyes shut. He did consider, for the moment, kissing those slightly parted lips when a gasp escaped them.
But he didn't want to piss Edgeworth off before his little ... experiment.
"Nng" when that hand ceased cock-stroking to roll those balls between his fingers. His palm massaged against the left one, then he traced circles on the right. That leather ...
"You must be sensitive down here ... you're always so still when I play with your balls."
"Gant," he breathed ...
"I wonder if you're sensitive ... " hand leaving those balls, venturing to that little hole, "back here?"
"Gant!"
There was no delay; Two thick fingers pressed inside.
Edgeworth's body jerked upright.
"My, my ... I should have played with this hole sooner," Damon grinned, pleased by that nearly wild response.
"It's dry," Miles growled ... but the police chief ignored him. Those two fingers twisted inside that small hole, pushing at the prosecutor's insides.
The grip on his shoulders tightened.
Gant never took his eyes off that face. Those silver eyes were opened, but glancing away from that possessive stare. They've adopted a look of ... frustrated pleasure.
Damon's fingers began to make short pumps inside ... tauntingly slow. The whole length of Edgeworth's body stiffened. He was clinging to Gant, now. That leather produced a rather sensuous friction, though the intrusion being completely dry was giving the finger-fuck a bit of a sting. A shudder, as those fingers crawled deeper. Deeper. A sharp gasp when that touch reached that prostate ... Miles shifted slightly, rubbing that gland into those fingers.
Gant chuckled, "Look at you, Worthy ... Not even touching your prick, pressing into my fingers. Are you going to cum, just from this?"
Sharp gaze snapped to the older man's smirking face.
"Is this why you won't let me fuck you? Having something inside you drives you wild, turns you into a whore ... "
"Now isn't the time for your pathetic, self-indulgent theories ... " Edgeworth sneered, one hand leaving Gant's shoulder to stroke his own erection.
"What a precious image ..." Damon murmured, free hand moving to hit the scan button on the copier, "Think I'll put it on my wall"
Before Miles could even shout off a furious protest, a third finger was stuffed into him. He gasped, surprised by the increased pressure working against his hole. The copy machine underneath him generated a startling heat as the light bulb flashed, the warmth stinging him.
A groan. He found himself clinging to Damon, again. "Too much!"
Those three fingers worked him rigorously. They were thick; It was like being fucked with a cock. And the burning friction caused by the leather became increasingly prevalent.
Miles wondered how many copies that idiot ordered when the bulb beneath him lit up again. More heat. Too much heat. Edgeworth instinctively moved his hips upward, but Gant knocked him off balance with his chest ... and the prosecutor fell back onto the heated glass. "Where are you going, Worthy?"
"Bastard," Miles managed. Breathless, shaking.
"I've never seen you like this," he taunted, mercilessly shoving those fingers deep into that hot body, "It must be this, rapacious hole, you've denied me."
Miles' cell phone rang, at some point. But all that existed for the next several minutes was this delicious fever Gant forced upon him.
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February 22, 3:41 PM
Prosecution's Office - Copy Room
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"You're awfully photogenic," Gant teased, looking at the photocopy of his gloved fingers pressing into that pale ass. Must have been an expensive machine to capture the image so well ...
"Cute," Edgeworth muttered. He tried to identify the exact moment he decided to let Gant force him onto the copier ...
Having his genitals heated a couple dozen times in a row left him feeling a bit nauseous and,consequently, irritable. He was feeling sore, too ... like he had just been fucked dry. Odd that the only remains from that admittedly erotic experience were physical and mental discomfort.
Gant, despite not being reciprocally satisfied during this little encounter, was being obnoxiously perky. And he didn't seem to mind that his partner spewed cum all over his bright orange suit-jacket.
For some, it wouldn't be easy to accuse a partner of being a selfish pig when you yourself were the only one that received an orgasm. But Edgeworth managed. He went ahead and assumed Gant would be seeking some sort of repayment, for the pleasure Miles received this afternoon: A sexual debt.
...
Miles checked his cell.
Hmm. Thirteen ignored calls before Wright realized that Edgeworth wasn't going to speak to him.
The fourteenth attempt finally led to a message.
"We're shredding all of those, by the way," pressing the phone to his ear, "including the one you slipped into your pocket."
"Shred all these beautiful pictures?" Gant smirked, moving behind Miles so he could firmly massage those shoulders. "Next time ... you'll let me see your entire body. I'll make you feel good all over, I swear."
There it was ... Gant attempting to invoke that sexual debt.
"We'll see," just to shut him up.
He listened to Wright's message.
It was a rather simple one. " ... I miss you."
... Such a child.
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Gant squeezed those shoulders, regaining Edgeworth's attention. "Mmm. Once you realize you'll never meet anyone that can give you as much sexual satisfaction as I ... " leaned forward, letting his lips touch the prosecutor's ear, "maybe you'll stop limiting our options."
"If you're unsatisfied with our, exchanges ... feel free to seek out a new fuck," Miles challenged.
Naturally, Gant had decided a while back that he couldn't let this go. He would be hard-pressed to find anyone as stunning as Edgeworth. Or as talented at sucking cock.
"Don't be so defensive. Of course I will respect your wishes."
"Yes, of course."
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Author's Note: Again, feedback would be fantastic. Special shout-out to all the anonymouses out there that took the time to say something.
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