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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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Edgeworth barely had time to register that someone broke into his office; just as he turned toward the door, he felt rough hands on his arms, jerking them behind his back. As cold metal clamped over his wrists he heard Gumshoe’s voice. “Ain’t no escaping this time, pal. It’s murder. Caught ya red-handed.”

Impossible! None of this made any sense… Why was he even in his office? When did he get here? “Read me my rights, you oaf!” Edgeworth barked as Dick roughly shoved his head down onto the surface of his desk, patting him down for weapons.

“You know ‘em already,” Gumshoe growled in reply, his crotch pressing hard against the Prosecutor’s soft behind. With a squeak of discomfort, Edgeworth shifted slightly. He already felt the blood rushing south… Dick’s hands groped harshly, bruising as they finally pulled at Miles’ pants, jerking them down to mid-thigh. Without breathing another word, the officer entered him roughly.

With a gasp, Miles awoke, ass throbbing as if he’d actually been penetrated. But no, he was safe in bed, completely alone. Rubbing his stinging eyes, he glanced helplessly at the clock. Two in the morning… What a shame.

After the resolution of the DL-6 case (and several sessions with an excellent psychologist in Nuremberg), Edgeworth finally found himself able to sleep through most nights. It troubled the man that Gumshoe now preoccupied his thoughts so completely, he even starred in his dreams. Edgeworth’s insomnia returned again, especially after two days passed with no word from Dick at all. Of course, Miles expected that result… But his subconscious tortured him with numerous scenarios anyway.

Dick awaiting him, naked, when he returned from work. Dick at the witness stand, slowly disrobing as he approached the prosecutor’s bench. Dick arresting Edgeworth, driving him to a remote area and taking advantage of him in the backseat of the patrol car. With every passing night the scenarios became more and more outlandish, and in the daytime Edgeworth felt more and more agitated.

If Gumshoe never returned again, Edgeworth could do nothing to change the situation. And, after all, Dick had been guilty of fantasizing as well, hadn’t he? So, this evening, Edgeworth finally gave in… After a couple of frustrating hours of lying in bed, watching the light of the moon creep over his wall through the curtains.

Stretching out on his back, he imagined the (ex) detective kissing him again. His lips moving to work over his neck, slowly unbuttoning his shirt and attacking Miles’ skin. Down and down he moved… Miles felt his cock stiffening in anticipation. Grabbing some lotion from the drawer in his nightstand, he allowed a hand to creep into his silken pajama pants. In his fantasies, Dick’s hands were on him now, so large and rough, caressing his delicate skin as if he owned it.

“Just… take me,” Miles whispered in the dark, embarrassed at himself despite the fact that nobody else could hear. This mattered not, however; his hand sped up, squeezing the head as he reached a quick crescendo. He barely caught his semen with the palm of his other hand as he shot hard, surprising himself with the violence of it.

After a quick wipe of the hand and liberal reapplication of lotion, Edgeworth sighed and sank back into the pillows. Then he slept like a baby.

Mood improved markedly the next day, Edgeworth managed to do a great deal of paperwork without thinking much about Gumshoe at all. That changed when he heard a tentative knock at the door.

“Come in.” A blue police cap preceded the whiskery head that poked in. Edgeworth’s eyes went slightly wide as they met Gumshoe’s. Never did a beat cop have business in the Prosecutor’s Office. “Can I.. help you with something, Officer?”

“Yeah. Well… no. Well… I got something for you.”

Edgeworth silently hoped against flowers. Oldbag still sent him bouquets regularly. But then Gumshoe stepped in holding nothing but a manila folder, locking Edgeworth’s door behind him. For a moment, Edgeworth’s heart fell right into his stomach. Was Dick serving him legal papers of some kind? Sexual harassment, perhaps?

Silently, Dick placed the folder on Edgeworth’s desk and pushed it toward him. Brow furrowing, the Prosecutor picked it up and opened the cover.

The letterhead of a doctor’s office… And a chart below. Gumshoe had brought Edgeworth some test results. STD test results. He was clean, of course; Edgeworth didn’t expect Gumshoe’s “contact pool” was very large.

“I just… I wanted you to know that I’ve been thinking about it. I’ve thought it through real well, you know? I wanted to prove it to you so I went and got this. So… so now you know I’m ready. For whatever.”

Edgeworth looked up at earnest eyes, those puppy dog eyes, though something resolute and maybe a little fearful lurked in them now. This must have taken a great deal of bravery to accomplish: making up his mind to do it, doing it, bringing the results here to possibly be completely disregarded. Edgeworth appreciated the effort, especially because it proved that Gumshoe had been just as preoccupied with Edgeworth as vice versa. “You… truly intend to continue with this, then?”

“Yeah.” Then he fidgeted a little, a flush creeping over his cheeks. “If you… uh… want to. Sir.”

Knowing that Gumshoe locked the door made Edgeworth bold. Putting the folder aside, he rose and moved around the desk, keeping his eyes leveled with Dick’s. Dick didn’t dare move, still facing toward the desk as Edgeworth reached his side. “Have you thought about… what you’ll do with me?” His voice lowered, heart beginning to race. Those stupid dreams fed his ambitions; pushed him to test boundaries.

“I… I, um… I have.” With a light touch, Gumshoe finally turned toward Edgeworth. He swallowed hard, lips moving silently as he tried to articulate something. Anything.

Edgeworth stopped him from the strain, pushing up to kiss him. His lips lingered, plying against Gumshoe’s until the larger man finally melted with a soft groan. Grinning, Edgeworth snuck a hand between them, fingers deftly feeling for Dick’s member through the coarse cloth of his uniform pants.

He finally found his prize, testing the thickness of it as his tongue slid over Gumshoe’s bottom lip. It didn’t disappoint, especially as it began to stiffen in arousal. “Hmm,” Edgeworth mused in appreciation, eyes fluttering open to look up at Gumshoe again.

And then he pulled away. “You should probably get back to work, Officer,” he stated, moving back to his leather chair and sinking down into it. “And then… return to my office after your shift ends.” With a satisfied smile, Edgeworth handed the folder back to Gumshoe.

Only after a moment of stunned silence did Gumshoe rediscover his voice. “Y-yes, sir,” he rasped, shakily taking the item from Miles and holding it close to his chest.

Miles arched his fingers over his paperwork, head tilting slightly. “I could… easily have some test results for you by this evening. And then we can discuss what your plans for me are.” A little money and influence would get him some results in no time.

With an awkward smile, Gumshoe nodded and fumbled with the lock before finally making it out the door. Edgeworth smiled to himself, licking the taste of Dick’s lips from his own. He figured that if he’d had to suffer all this time, he might as well make Gumshoe suffer a little with him. And, perhaps, the ‘plans’ Gumshoe came up with would be very satisfying indeed.

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Edgeworth found it hard to keep himself occupied with paperwork until 8pm. From the moment his “anonymous” results came back after lunch, it seemed every hour his mind drifted to inappropriate things. Shifting uncomfortably in his chair, Miles willed his genitals into submission and resumed work.

A quarter after eight, Gumshoe entered; at first he didn’t even bother to knock, throwing open the door halfway before stopping short and pretending at propriety. Grinning crookedly, Miles ushered him in. “You made it here so quickly…!” he marveled, though he felt no surprise at all. Rising, he circled Gumshoe slowly, making his way to the door and locking it soundly once again.

Without ceremony, he handed Gumshoe his own folder. As the man looked it over, hands shaking a little, Miles unbuttoned his vest. Having shed his jacket long ago, he now stood in only his white dress shirt. “So… there you have it,” Miles stated quietly, reaching to take Gumshoe’s hat just as before. That flush returned, predictably, much to the Prosecutor’s satisfaction. “So… have you thought… about what you’ll do with me now?”

“Well… you said… it’s not much different than being with a woman… right?” Placing the folder on the desk, Dick’s shoulders heaved slightly in that way they did.

Approaching Gumshoe, Miles sighed, beginning to undo the officer’s tie. “It’s just a bit different. I suppose I should show you.” Lips met again, a bit more comfortably this time. Miles looked forward to a day when Gumshoe wouldn’t hesitate at all. Pulling the tie free, he felt it slither to the floor with a soft thud. As his tongue searched for Dick’s, fingers splayed over his chest and he pushed the man back against his desk. “Get comfortable.”

“What are you…?”

Miles’ fingers deftly worked at the buttons of Dick’s shirt, mouth slowly moving over his jaw, to his neck. “I hope you’re taking mental notes.” He knew Dick wasn’t exactly a Rhodes Scholar, but he had common sense enough to pick up some skills by observation. Secure in this, he sank his teeth just so into the rough skin of Dick’s neck; this action rang a gasp from the man, his hands suddenly moving to grip Miles’ hips. “No…?” the Prosecutor whispered, glancing upward.

“S’just… new. Not… used to that.”

Miles imagined a number of things Dick wouldn’t be used to as they progressed. He’d make sure that Maggey would never compare. Parting his shirt, he began to move downward, fingers brushing across his partner’s skin. He’d been working hard that day, clearly; the usual scent of soap and cologne mingled with sweat… Something pleasant that awakened a primal urge in Edgeworth. Not to mention the rough hair on his chest… the swell of muscle under that… all calling to his fingers and lips.

But Gumshoe fidgeted. “Mr. Edgeworth… Are we going to… here…?”

“Would you prefer to sit on the couch?” Edgeworth asked, not bothering to look up. His lips continued their work, migrating toward one of Gumshoe’s nipples.

“I just mean… what if someone—haaah--!” Miles’ teeth raked across the sensitive flesh, then pulling on it with soothing lips. “If… someone walks in… It’s late, and the janitor…”

“…would never dare to walk into my office if I were still here working late.” She’d already made that mistake in the past and he gave her an earful for it. After that, Miles made a point to tell security he was leaving each evening, so that they could alert the cleaning staff in due time. “Now…” His right hand met its goal, cupping Gumshoe’s crotch and caressing the warm flesh lurking beneath the cloth. His lips returned to Dick’s, prizing his mouth open all the more. “Do you have any second thoughts?” he asked quietly, eyes fluttering open.

Gumshoe’s hands still sat on Miles’ hips, fingers periodically squeezing the flesh there. “I…” His breath caught in his throat as Miles’ fingers closed over his member again, squeezing it in return. As it thickened, pressing insistently against his fly, thought left him almost completely.

Smiling, Miles moved to unbuckle Dick’s belt. “Your body… isn’t hesitating.” Likely he was being much too forward, but he had always been the one in charge in this relationship, and if it was to progress the way he wished, he’d have to continue on that path. Not exactly a typical “womanly” thing to do, but he hoped that eventually Gumshoe would come to terms with that. “If… this is what you want, then I’ll make sure you enjoy it. But… if it’s not… then you must raise your objection now.”

“You’d never give your opponent an opening to raise an objection in court,” Gumshoe finally teased, a glint in his eye. “You’d find a way to get your victory.”

“Oh… I will…” Edgeworth replied as he pulled Dick’s pants open. “Because I am the best at all I do.” Even if he wasn’t, he was sure he’d be the best that Dick ever had. His long fingers slid within, finally meeting with warm, hard flesh. A gasp escaped from Gumshoe’s lips, fingers digging into Miles’ hips all the more desperately. With a little bit of effort, he finally coaxed the man’s cock through the front of his boxers and out into the open air.

As Miles wrapped a hand around it, he sighed in satisfaction. It was so thick, the skin slightly more pale than those muscled arms. It curved upward slightly, throbbing and twitching eagerly as Edgeworth began to stroke. He finally turned his attention back to Gumshoe, who was watching the scene with nothing short of complete awe. “Now… say it.”

Gumshoe’s lips parted as he blinked in confusion.

“My name… Go ahead and say it.” His hand squeezed a little harder, speeding up, thumb rolling over Dick’s frenulum. A thick bead of precum formed at the head, rewarding his efforts. As he spread it over Gumshoe’s skin, the man finally rasped, “Miles…”

“Good.”

“I… I never thought that you would ever…”

“…jack you off? It gets better.”

Sinking to his knees, Miles licked his lips in anticipation. Closing his eyes, he let his lips part, sucking softly on the head of his throbbing member. “Hnn…” The only sound that left Dick’s lips. He had the man now. After this point, they could not return.

After so long, trying to take in Gumshoe’s thick cock served as a challenge. Miles shivered as he considered what it’d feel like inside him, fingers curling around the base of it and gripping tightly. Mouth closing around it, he began to move slowly over it, tongue swirling around the head each time he pulled back. Soon, Dick was gripping the lip of the desk so tightly that his knuckles were going white.

Miles could feel Gumshoe’s cock swelling in his mouth and he grew more aggressive; opening his throat, urging the head as far back as he could stand. He drew harder, moved faster, blushing as his lips made inelegant noises. Those were soon masked by Gumshoe’s heavy breathing, and then his hips left the desk, thrusting shakily against Edgeworth’s mouth. He muttered something under his breath, something incredulous… Miles shifted uncomfortably as his own member began to beg for release, strangled by his trousers and his awkward position. He moaned, the vibration moving down Gumshoe’s cock to the base of his spine.

“Miles—“ he groaned, the name flowing as naturally as Edgeworth had hoped. His fingers twitched along the wood as he struggled with his own urges and respect for this man knelt before him. Miles merely sped up, a hand gripping Gumshoe’s thigh as he readied for the final sprint. The fingers at the base of Gumshoe’s cock twisted, sliding into the opening of his boxers and scratching across the thick pubic hair there. He didn’t want it to be over yet… He’d fantasized entirely too much about this moment over the last week. But it had to end. “I’m—“

He tried to warn Edgeworth but that didn’t matter. The man reacted to Gumshoe’s frantic thrusts, drawing his cock as deep as he could for that last push, rewarded when he finished in a strangled cry and that first shot slid easily down his throat. He milked Gumshoe thoroughly, until the man finally fell back against the desk, panting quietly. After sucking the last drop from his flaccid member, Miles tucked him away again, buttoning his fly and standing.

After taking a long draught of tea, palette cleared, Miles grabbed a small bottle from his desk drawer. He’d managed to pick it up during lunch that day, and was so happy he’d thought of it. He returned to the Officer. Sitting on the desk now, Dick was just slightly taller than Miles. Their eyes met then; a bit of sweat glistened on Gumshoe’s brow. He found no words at all. Pressing against him, fitting nicely between his spread legs, Miles kissed him softly… almost affectionately. “No objections…?” he asked, voice low. His erection was pressing against Dick’s stomach now; his own breath was slightly labored as well.

“No…” Gumshoe finally managed to breathe, arms curling around Miles’ waist. “And now…”

“You can assist me.” He handed Gumshoe the bottle of clear liquid and began to unbutton his shirt. “I will need to be… slightly less clothed, just in case it gets messy…” Hopefully that word didn’t intimidate Dick too much. It didn’t seem to, especially once Edgeworth’s pale skin was bare. The man’s larger hands caressed it tentatively, running over his back and then his sides. His eyes roamed just as his hands did, lids heavy in the afterglow of his own orgasm. After a moment, Miles unzipped his pants, giving Gumshoe only a glimpse at his member before he turned away. Leaning back against Dick’s bare chest, Miles sighed softly and pushed his underwear down to mid-thigh. He was really only average in size, pubic hair as well-manicured as the rest of him… But he felt no need to impress his partner at the moment. He only ached to feel Dick’s hands around him, but tried to be patient.

He took the bottle back from Gumshoe, then coaxing his hands to continue exploring. They slid around to the front, tracing the curve of his pecs, moving over his flat, soft stomach. Taking a deep breath, Dick pressed his face against Miles’ neck. Was he looking over Miles’ shoulder? No way to tell without being obvious, so he simply opened the bottle, allowing a few generous drops of lubricant to coat the head of his member. “Doing it like this… Makes it just as if… you were touching yourself.” Hopefully Gumshoe would get the idea then. Taking another steeling breath, he seemed to… his right hand sneaking downward, two thick fingers feeling the base of Miles’ cock… growing bolder, hand curling downward to cup his balls gently.

For a moment, Miles felt as if he’d go mad. He reached up, fingertips sliding into Gumshoe’s hair, encouraging him. Finally, with slow and deliberate movements, he rolled his palm over Edgeworth’s cockhead, spreading the lube generously over it before beginning to stroke. His meaty hand could almost envelop Miles completely; as it moved upward that first time, closing tightly over the head and pulling, Miles’ legs almost gave out.

“Yes…” he hissed, head rolling back to rest against Dick’s shoulder. The rhythm became steady as Dick grew more confident. Soon, his other hand returned to caressing, doing its best to memorize every inch of Edgeworth’s skin from his collarbones to his thighs. Miles’ own free hand moved to rest on Gumshoe’s thigh, squeezing it enthusiastically.

Gumshoe’s breath ghosted over Miles’ ear as he turned to kiss, lick and nip over his neck. Even if Dick lacked in technique, the pure overload of sensations drove Edgeworth straight into ecstasy. It had been so damn long… And Dick’s hands felt so good… warm and calloused and strong.

“Harder,” he ordered, a general command that could have meant anything… So Gumshoe applied it to everything, squeezing his cock tighter, arm curling around his waist, lips drawing hard on the skin of his neck. And as he began to coax breathless moans from the Prosecutor, he grew faster too. “So good… at this… Detective…”

He stiffened slightly, angry at himself for making that mistake again. But Gumshoe didn’t stop. “You can always call me that… I missed hearing it…” And then he lapped at Miles’ shoulder, teeth sinking in to the skin he’d prepped... Demonstrating that he had, in fact, been paying attention earlier.

Taken completely off-guard, Miles couldn’t warn Dick of his impending orgasm at all. Moaning something unintelligible, hips thrusting against that hand, he climaxed. He forgot to cover himself as he finished, and looked down to see his seed splashed across the immaculate floor… and coating Gumshoe’s fingers. That wasn’t quite how he had planned it would end… And as he watched Dick pull his hand away, he cringed. “I… I apologize,” Edgeworth breathed, shrinking in on himself just slightly, growing so small in Gumshoe’s arms.

“…apologize for what?” Gumshoe asked, holding that hand carefully away from any of Edgeworth’s clothing.

“Lost my composure,” Miles whispered, turning awkwardly to reach into his desk and grab a box of tissues. Feeling foolish, he helped clean the semen and lubricant from Dick’s fingers before turning any attention to himself. And finally… the floor.

Grinning, Gumshoe nodded. “You did. It was… well…” Blushing, he turned his head to look awkwardly at the wall. “It was sexy.” He seemed to flinch for a moment, unsure if he was allowed to say that word.

Miles merely barked out a short laugh, shaking his head as he buttoned and smoothed out his pants. After a moment of reflection, he turned to face Gumshoe completely. “So… I am… ‘sexy’ to you?”

Dick couldn’t look at him. Biting his bottom lip, he replied, “Yes…” very quietly. Scratching the back of his head, he felt as if he should explain. “Just… when you let down your guard, you know? It’s… it’s nice. I like it…”

Out of anyone else in his life, he realized, he guarded himself the least with Gumshoe. Truly, Gumshoe did know him better than anyone… Because Gumshoe was the only person he knew without any pretentions or ulterior motives at all. Even Phoenix could not entirely be trusted… As much as he wanted to make himself out to be a warrior of goodness and truth, he still told lies and deceived people to meet his own ends. Gumshoe never did… Even at times when he should.

“This is me… letting down my guard… completely.” Leaning forward, he pressed another lingering kiss to Gumshoe’s lips, hanging onto his shoulders for a long moment. And then the moment was over. “Now… I am going to dress. It’s rather cold in here.”

Without a mirror for reference, Dick was completely hopeless at putting his tie on correctly. Sighing in exasperation, Miles adjusted it for him. “Now… would you like some dinner? If you can go home and change, we can go someplace marginally nicer than that last dive we went to…”

“Huh? I thought that place was pretty good!”

“You have absolutely no taste, Gumshoe. You should be aware of that by now.”

Just to keep from arousing any suspicion, he made Gumshoe leave before him and finished up his paperwork. He supposed that now they were probably a couple, weren’t they? Eventually someone would see them together if things continued progressing this way. That was something he’d have to adjust to.

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AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Aah I'm so glad for the great reception! Thanks to everyone who commented on other sites who I've already replied to. And thanks for the votes as well! Sorry this next chapter took a bit. I had work and a very demanding class. I will be returning to the busy life in a couple of weeks but I hope to finish the last (?) chapter before then.
YUKI: Thanks so much for the compliments! I hope this chapter doesn't disappoint! I'm glad you found the second chapter too, haha. I always worry about uploading two at once, but I didn't want to just leave the first one alone.
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