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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
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Author's Note:

Here is how you read this chapter, ESPECIALLY if you're looking for Wright/Edgey gooeness ...

You read the first four scenes, up until the March 17th entry, and then stop reading ... Enjoy the cute scenes and go feel squishy about it for a while.

After an hour or so, come back and read the broody second half of the chapter.

When I was reading through the completed chapter I realized the dramatic twist in mood is kind of abrupt and leaves little time to enjoy the more light-hearted sequences. So. You've been warned.

When I did the first three chapters, I was definitely happy with how they turned out. This one ... I don't know. I'm not sure if it's due to the unsettling content or the flow of it or what. So ... feedback please!

And, of course, my sincere thanks to everyone who left a rating or review. Especially repeat-reviewers. Truly appreciated.

*****

February 23, 10:11 AM

Phoenix Wright's Apartment

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It was a stunning leap across the room, covering several feet within a second.

Phoenix picked up the phone in mid-ring.

"Hello!!" Too loud.

" ... My call didn't even get through an entire ring," Miles noted, both surprised and not-surprised, by that.

" ... Edgeworth!"

" ... "

" ... How are you?!" Phoenix didn't even notice the abundant enthusiasm in his own voice.

"Fine ... "

"Fine is good; I'm great!"

" ... "

" ... I'd say it's good to hear your voice again, but you're not speaking."

" ... Right. Lunch, Thursday ... around noon. I'll take the liberty to assume you're available."

"Yes, I'm still single!" Phoenix announced.

" ... available for lunch."

"Oh ... " He seemed to remember Maya babbling about hamburgers ... but she can go by herself. "Noon is great."

"Since you're reporting your availability, let me make mine clear: This is not a date. I am still involved and I've never entertained multiple partners. We're returning to the same relationship we had prior to this little hiatus ... two people who enjoy each other's company."

"You enjoy my company? ... That's the nicest thing you've said to me in a year."

"Shall I give you a moment to bask in the warmth of my sentimentality?"

"Ah, Edgeworth ... it feels so good ... Say it again!"

"Takashi's. Thursday. Noon." And he hung up.

*****

February 26, 12:24 PM

Takashi's Soup Restaurant

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Phoenix wanted to see Miles smile; It's been a while.

"You know, Edgeworth ... how some people give up having a typical life, to pursue some sort of selfless greater-good? Like, feeding starving children in Africa ...or, trying to get Pandas to hump each other."

"And?" dipping a cracker into his warm soup before popping it into his mouth.

The defense lawyer looked him in the eye, "It's my destiny. I'm going to Pyongyang, to save baby Octopi from Korean tyranny."

Miles nearly choked on his soup cracker.

*****

March 10, 11:07 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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Gant had a very dominating presence, about him. That large frame, obnoxious personality and flamboyant style ... a pay-attention-to-me trinity, of sorts.

"It's been nearly two weeks since you've last drank my cum; Are you on some kind of diet?"

"Gant. How good of you to drop by, unannounced," as Edgeworth shifted through a few court documents, feeling no need to stand from his desk, "Unfortunately I have a trial in forty-five minutes, so there isn't time to entertain you."

Gant didn't leave.

Miles ignored him.

Gant remained remarkably stationary.

Miles sighed, "Get on the couch; I'll take care of you quickly."

The police chief moved to that fluffy magenta couch, watching Edgeworth. The prosecutor noticed something ... different, about Damon's demeanor. It took him a moment before he realized it was the absence of that dreadful smile; There was none of that trademark insincere enthusiasm.

"I thought you didn't have a lot of time," in response to Miles' hesitation. The attorney stood, moved before Gant and kneeled. Their eyes connected ... and Edgeworth then realized he was far more comfortable with the false optimism then this humorless, severe expression.

"Are you waiting for me to say please? Take it out." Miles huffed.

" ... You've been avoiding me." The older man accused as he undid his own pants, pulling out his penis.

Edgeworth leaned toward it and, adoringly, licked the tip of it twice.

"Avoiding you? Believe me, Gant ... If I tire of your prick, you'll be the first to know," before taking that thick head into his mouth. Wasting no time, that mouth moved across that dick ... moaning a bit when it fattened inside him.

Edgeworth himself was getting hard. He didn't want to, but it was unavoidable. That cock was huge between his lips. Deliciously sweaty, salty.

Miles developed an interesting rhythm, giving that prick a few shallow pushes before an eager shove forced the head to curve into his throat.

Cock is Miles Edgeworth's only master, Damon realized. The prosecutor revered nothing else.

You'll see, Edgeworth ... I was always meant to possess you.

*****

March 16, 1:12 PM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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When Miles' door was shoved open, he joylessly suspected it was Gant.

When Phoenix stepped in with a ridiculously excited smile and a CD player, he wished it was Gant.

"What are you doing?"

"In situations like these, I prefer to let my actions do the talking," Phoenix announced, setting the CD player on the desk and hitting play. Music filled the room.

Dear god, it sounded like a seventies porn track.

Phoenix started swaying his hips and undoing his tie.

"You're stripping in my office," a monotone statement.

There goes that collar button.

"I'm calling secuity," he picked up the phone, hoping this scare tactic would work. It didn't. And Edgeworth apparently forgot what he was doing mid-bluff, while watching Wright's ridiculous striptease. It was the same kind of awkward, shameful fascination one would feel while witnessing a trainwreck ... Miles went ahead and hung up the phone.

Phoenix sashayed to the left, then the right, as he unbuttoned his shirt. Once finished, he wiggled a bit ... revealing his smooth chest. The fabric fell down his shoulders, and Phoenix's arms spread out in a ta-da! gesture.

" ... What?" Edgeworth inquired, genuinely confused.

Phoenix did his ta-da! gesture a second time.

"I'll be honest ... With your dramatic entrance, I was at least expecting a diamond-studded bra. -- You do realize I've seen your naked body before, yes?"

Phoenix frowned.

Miles was still unsure about what was happening, here. "I'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you're drunk ... "

"My abs ... " Phoenix muttered ... looking down to his exposed chest.

Edgeworth paused, thinking for a moment. Then there was a bit of a smirk. He began to shift through some of the papers on his desk, as he spoke: "Tell me if my perception of this situation is accurate ... you've been doing some sort of workout or fitness exercise that guaranteed you a studly body, and you wisely decided to show off before there were any visible results."

" ... My interpretation of the situation is that you're totally impressed with my budding muscle-bulges and we're about to have sex," Phoenix countered.

"This is both horrific and fascinating, truly."

For a long moment, all that could be heard was Wright's sleazy music.

"This is Mr. Sex-god's fault! I'm betting he has spoiled you with his massive pectoral musles."

"That, or you're an idiot," looking over an autopsy report ... feigning boredom.

Phoenix, unsatisfied, moved around the desk and stood next to Edgeworth.

"What now?" pretending to be annoyed.

"Touch my chest."

"I'm not touching your chest."

Phoenix quickly snatched Miles' hand and pressed it to his body.

Edgeworth, though a little annoyed, obliged the other by rubbing his thumb along the plane of the defense lawyer's stomach.

"Wright, I'm not even trying to be an ass ... I literally cannot feel anything different."

Phoenix dragged that hand upward, just over the beating muscle in the left side of his chest. " ... really?"

"You had this whole moronic episode planned out, didn't you?" quickly pulling his hand away, turning back to his work ... now fully annoyed.

"Just the hand-over-my-heart bit. You were supposed to be impressed by my abs--"

"--There are no abs.--"

"--so I still need to prove myself."

"That isn't necessary."

"Smack me."

"I'm considering it."

"Smack me ... with the desk-lamp."

" ... "

"It'll bounce off my chest."

"Smack you, with the desk-lamp," Edgeworth repeated, voice low.

"Do it now!"

"Wright, get the hell--" Miles made the error of turning to look at the other. Wright had tensed up his body ... adorning the eye-squinted, chest-puffed, red-faced look of constipation, prepared for the desk-lamp.

Edgeworth couldn't hold back a short laugh. The prosecutor turned away, hand over his eyes as he struggled to regain composure. The image had just been too funny, the situation just too ridiculous.

Phoenix grinned happily.

It had been ... a long time, since he had been able to make Miles laugh like that.

"Leave now, and I won't cancel our lunch engagement tomorrow ... " Speaking with his hand still shielding his eyes.

"Your smile is like the full moon ... "

Edgeworth endeavored to obscure it. "How poetic. -- Get out."

"See you tomorrow, " before Wright dipped forward to kiss the other's cheek(and quite pleased Edgeworth didn't snap at him for doing so). While putting his shirt back on, he added: "In four more months, I'll have extremely visible abs and you won't even need Mr. Sex-god."

" ... Don't forget your hideous porno-tracks."

*****

March 17, 8:23 PM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's House

---

"Stalking me, now?" Edgeworth accused, bitterly, as he got out of his car.

Nothing like getting home from a long day of work to see Damon Gant's car parked in your driverway, with the bastard himself leaning against it ... waiting.

"I only came for conversation ... "

"And I absolutely must oblige a man with such innocent intentions," Miles' tone practically acidic. The damn dog followed him to his front door.

"It would be in your best interest," Gant explained.

"Aren't we past the ill-conceived-threat stage of our relationship?" as he turned to face Gant. The prosecutor surely wasn't foolish enough to unlock his front door with Damon standing next to him ... the ogre would undoubtedly force himself inside.

"Again. It's in your best interest."

"You're not getting inside."

"Let me in."

"I worked thirteen hours, today. I'm tired, my body feels disgusting and I'm absolutely not in the mood for sex."

"I only want to talk."

"About?"

"Whoever else you're seeing."

Edgeworth's eyes narrowed, "I know you have a very specific image of what I am, in your perverse mind ... but I've never indulged two different partners at the same time."

"You don't need to be having sex with more than one person to be indulging multiple partners."

Edgeworth quirked a brow. The police chief was accusing him of ... emotional infidelity?

"Gant ... our relationship is purely sexual. You invited me to a tawdry hotel room and tried to blackmail me specifically for sex, remember?"

"This is why we need to talk; Let me in."

"Absolutely not. Nothing you have to say interests me. Your prick is the only part of you that interests me. And, tonight, I'm not in the mood ... so there's no use for you."

Gant stared at him, silent.

"I'll call you in the morning, Gant," and perhaps try to help the dope understand what is happening, here, "For now, just go ... "

Damon sucked in a deep breath of air, and for a second looked remarkably calm ... before lunging at the smaller man like an enraged beast. Edgeworth groaned out in pain when his head harshly smacked back into the door. His vision was black, for a moment ... but he was dimly aware of his keys being yanked out of his hand.

Within a few moments, Gant had unlocked the door. With an arm about Miles' waist, the police chief dragged him inside.

Edgeworth stumbled, and would have fell to the ground had it not been for Damon. His vision was returning, but everything was blurry. His mind, in a haze, thought there was a giant pit beneath him ... and he found himself gripping onto Gant's arm, the only support that kept him from falling.

"Tired, your body feels disgusting, you're not in the mood," dragging his captive through Miles' rather ornate house, "guess I'll wake you up, clean you and put you in the fucking mood. It's my duty, after all, as your fuck-associate."

After he found the bathroom, Damon, effortlessly, hoisted that body into that large tub, forcing his young, dazed toy to lean into the wall, standing.

He frowned, though, when he saw the horribly disoriented look on Edgeworth's face ... The man was clutching Damon's large arms like they were protecting him from some unseen threat.

Gant hadn't wanted to give the other a concussion. He held the prosecutor upward, waiting, watching those eyes for recovery. Eventually, recognition returned to them, noting the familiar surroundings, the man in front of him ...and that expression became one of severe spite.

"Are you insane ... ?" he snarled, shrugging away from Gant's touch.

"Strip," Gant moved back, still just outside the tub, using his large frame to block Miles inside it.

"This is absurd!" furiously.

"Ah. You're absolutely adorable when you're angry ... " Gant's left hand moved to the shower knob, "You'll be positively livid, when I shower you with freezing water and rip the clothes off your weak, shivering body."

"I'll press charges."

"Those clothes look awfully expensive, Worthy. -- Three."

"Gant!"

"--Two."

"Ridiculous ... " Edgeworth whispered, slowly moving to unbutton his suit jacket.

"Good boy," Gant smirked, watching. It was a precious moment, really. He was picking up all the little details: Miles' gaze(which was glancing off to the side), the slight color in his cheeks, the quick, mechanical movement of his fingers as he unbuttoned his shirt.

Damon was going to finally receive a complete view of Edgeworth's body. Such excitement. He watched that smooth chest come into view and found himself pleased with the prosecutor's obvious vanity. Miles clearly kept his body in fine shape ... a seductive creature with lean muscle and beautiful skin.

"Why would you deny me this? Your body is conditioned for sex ..."

After those words, the younger man looked ... wounded.

"Why keep this beauty to yourself, Edgeworth ... is the world unworthy of you?"

No response.

"Continue," Gant urged.

Edgeworth unfastened his pants; Gant licked his own lips.

When it was finished, Miles' folded clothes were on the edge of the bathroom sink.

"Time to clean your, 'disgusting' body," Damon taunted, turning on the water.

Edgeworth flinched. Cold, initially .... he shivered.

"Get your hair wet."

The prosecutor quietly obeyed.

And there was Miles Edgeworth, with his glistening, naked flesh and an undeniable cock-swell.

"Clean yourself."

" ... No."

"Then I'll do it," Gant tested.

"You arrogant ... ," Miles snubbed, though his voice lacked its traditional steel. He snatched the soap and, unenthusiastically, began to slide it across his own body. His arms, first ... then his chest ...

Damon's dick throbbed, pleading for him to slam-fuck Edgeworth against the bathroom wall. But no, not yet ... he wouldn't even touch Edgeworth, just yet. Just watch. Watch his cool-headed beauty obey. Obey out of respect for his strength? His cock? His will? It didn't matter. Miles' gaze was cast downward as he slickened his body with soap ... it was the most submissive he had ever seen the silver-eyed man.

Gant's ego was far too massive to find the behavior suspicious.

Edgeworth tried to skip over his genitals and work on his thighs. This maneuver prompted the voyeur to take action. Damon began removing his own suit while the prosecutor watched, motionlessly.

The older man was such a hollywood beef-cake: dark tan, rigid muscle, that prick ... It was excessive but exquisite. Edgeworth would never lust for another body the way he would Gant's.

The larger man grinned, noting Miles' quiet stare.

Stepping into the shower, "Would you like to wash my body, Worthy?"

The younger man shifted as far away from Gant as possible. Which, in the shower, meant that leaning into the wall kept him about four inches from that chiseled body.

"I'm not touching you."

Damon's hand reached toward that smaller body, fingers dancing just an inch from that wet flesh. Miles held his breath, anticipating a caress, but it never came. Instead, the soap was plucked from his hands.

Gant lathered his own body, languidly. The soap slid across his chest, those muscular arms ... that darkened skin now slick and wet.

When the police chief's hand moved downward, he dared not look.

"Mm" Gant grunted.

... He took a look. Shivered, at the sight of Damon pulling on his huge wet cock.

It was pointed at him.

"Don't ... cum on me," Edgeworth hissed.

Gant set the soap aside, laughing throatily. "Your slutty desires are so obvious, Worthy. You're thinking about what I'm going to do to you ... and what you want me, to do to you."

With that, he grabbed that pale arm and flipped the younger man's body about, forcing him to face the shower-wall.

"Don't ... "

"Put your palms on the wall, and spread your legs." as Damon's arm slid around the prosecutor's waist from behind. When Edgeworth did not move to obey, the police chief squeezed his left sac to the point of discomfort, "do it."

The attorney cussed under his breath before parting his thighs.

"You didn't wash down here, Worthy," murmuring into that ear as he rubbed his soapy palm across the bottom of Miles' shaft, before applying circular pressure on his dick-tip.

"Ahh," he moaned softly, hardening.

"Is it because you wanted me to do it?" laving those testicles.

"In what language does 'no,' 'don't' and 'leave' translate to, 'please wash my dick'--" Edgeworth huffed, frustrated with both Gant and his own body.

"--Shut up" hands moving to cup Miles' ass, "you like this."

That flesh was squeezed, roughly, and Damon felt a tremor run through that delicious body. Gant loved it, truly. He massaged that rump, affectionately. "You're beautiful, Worthy. Your body's almost ... prisitne. No one would be able to guess you're such a cock-slut," another firm squeeze, "Is it because you don't let men like me fuck you? Is it because you take all those dicks in your mouth, not your starved little hole? No one has been allowed to exhaust you, claim you ... "

"Stop this ... "

"I'll have you begging for my cock," Gant promised, as a slick finger moved to that hole.

It had been so unpredictable. Edgeworth had been biting his knuckle, letting the police chief toy with his ass. Yet when those words were uttered ... Miles quickly pushed off the wall, thrusting back into Gant with the full force of his weight. Damon, taken by surprise, harshly fell out of the tub and smacked into the hard bathroom floor.

"Ah! Little bitch!"

They were a tangle of limbs. Edgeworth managed to squirm on top of Gant and swung his fist into the cheek as fiercely as possible. The older man growled, hands moving to block a second potential attack, but Miles leapt upward to attempt escape. Not fast enough. A steel grip clamped onto his left ankle, tripping the prosecutor.

There was a valiant struggle, but within moments the smaller man was trapped on his own bed, with Damon's massive form sitting on his abdomen. Edgeworth, expecting some sort of punishment, lifted his arms to protect his head. Eyes closed ... waiting for a strike.

"I'm not going to hit you," Gant stated, sounding disgusted.

Miles slowly opened his eyes, glancing at the police chief. After a moment, he believed the man.

Damon snatched the wrist of the hand that had lashed at him earlier. Those fingers were bent at the knuckle, and the older man correctly assumed that was due to pain.

"That's not how you hit a man. You'll do far more damage to yourself if you punch like that ... "

"You're the expert," he muttered, vainly trying to pull his hand away.

Gant ignored him ... applying pressure to the length of Edgeworth's fingers. The attorney was lucky -- nothing seemed to be broken.

The police chief inhaled, deeply. "I know why you did that," he grabbed that other wrist, before placing them on each side of his gorgeous captive's head, "You think I'm going to rape your precious little ass."

"Indeed. Looking back on it, though ... it seems like a rather silly assumption." Sarcasm, of course, considering Gant's heavy erection was laying on top of his stomach. That prick just couldn't resist Miles' wet, vulnerable body, and that futile struggle just brought more blood to the brute's erection.

There was a fiendish quality to the smirk Damon presented.
Edgeworth's head shifted to the side as Gant moved to lick his cheek.

"I always think about fucking you, Worthy."

His hands moved fast, grabbing the prosecutor beneath his arms and tugging him upward, forcing that body to twist into an all-fours position.

"Get off me," he growled, trying to crawl away, but a strong grip on his hips kept him from moving anywhere.

"You ask me to fuck you. You were always fascinated by the size of my prick, and you want to feel me," he explains. "It hurts, at first. It always does," as he massaged the curve of Miles' rump with his fat dick, "I'm too large. You don't think you can handle me." Edgeworth's cock twitched, when Damon pressed his bulging shaft between those wet thighs. "You cry out. You say it's a mistake as I stuff my way inside, stretching you."

"Gant!" Edgeworth gasped as Damon wrapped one arm around that waist, pulling the prosecutor up on his knees, onto his big chest. That thickened dick poked into Miles' balls and began rubbing against his unavoidable erection.

Gant chuckled a bit at Edgeworth's arousal. He continued his narration, "You're so tight it almost hurts ... I want to go wild, but I fuck you gently. You're groaning, whimpering, telling me my prick is ruining you."

"What are you ... " Edgeworth rasped, trying to pull away from both that arm and wandering dick-meat.

"I shut you up with a firm thrust. I understand what your body wants, you see. I push into you, over and over and over," he developed an erotic rhythm, thrusting his prick against Miles' genitals in a manner that echoed his oration, "You don't even notice as your slutty body begins to tease me. Your hole is sucking me in, your hips are starting to move against mine."

"Ridiculous ... " Edgeworth breathed, when he realized his hips indeed were moving along with Damon's ...

Gant's voice became a whisper, "You want me to touch you, but you're far too ashamed to ask ... your body craves this thick cock, and that makes you feel like a dirty little whore."

"Shut up!" Miles muttered ... his erection bouncing as Gant's body feverishly humped into him. He wanted to ... touch himself.

"I pity you for denying yourself ... so I take your prick into my hand, and squeeze," and he did grab the attorney's dick, "Drives you wild."

Edgeworth grabbed onto Damon's wrist as he began grinding against him, feeling overwhelmed.

Gant groaned, trying to keep his own composure. Difficult, with his beautiful partner abandoning himself to lust.

"The fucking is incredible. I'm so huge, so deep ... I'm moving fast, now. Your little whore-hole loves it," Damon snickered as the prosecutor fucked his hand, "You're so close, you're moments from coming ... " When the attorney quivered and arched, Gant's fingers moved to massage that swollen tip, feeling the ejaculation spurt out from it.

Edgeworth sighed, deeply ... but didn't have long to rest and enjoy his orgasm.

The beast grabbed his arm, roughly flipping him over, "Not done with you," he growled thickly, second hand grabbing the other's neck. Locked in place by those hands, Miles trembled when that impressive erection shoved against his half-hard penis.

Hm, delicious friction. Soon, Gant twitched, spewing thick globs of cum all over the other's genitalia, stomach, chest ...

"Disgusting," Edgeworth whispered, still a bit breathless. In mere moments the cream was already cool and sticky.

"Forgive me ... I forget you prefer it in your mouth."

Still holding the other by the neck, he forced a kiss upon Miles' lips.

*****

March 18, 3:07 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's House

*****

Gant sighed, content. He was quite happy with the result of waking Edgeworth up in the middle of the night for more sex.

The large man was seated on the bed, one leg resting flat, the second one stretched to the left with his knee upward and foot flat on the mattress. This position gave Edgeworth enough room to work between his parted thighs. And that gorgeous little slut was laid out on the bed, curled slightly so his head was laying just next to those plump testicles.

Miles, lazily, licked at the left sac. Like it was candy. Damon had just orgasmed for the third time that evening, so it was taking his cock time to prepare for round four. But his young partner was patient, he'd wait for that cum.

His fingers stroked through that silver hair, until he was given a reminder: "Gant ... Stop that. You cracked my head against my front door."

Gant ceased touching that head, wondering just how bad the bruising would be. "I'm sorry, about that."

"No you're not. You got what you wanted tonight, as a result."

Gant marveled at how well Edgeworth could pull off being spiteful while resting between his legs, tonguing his scrotum.

"I don't like hurting you, Worthy."

"Let me guess: It's my fault, I made you do it."

"Besides, I didn't quite get 'everything,' I wanted."

Miles stopped licking him so he could look up toward the other's face, "fucking me?" The conversation was making him impatient ... Gant could never just shut up and let him suck that cock.

Large hand moved to that pale shoulder, massaging it gently. "We'll get to that, when you're ready ... But that wasn't what I was referring to."

"Well?"

Gant waited a moment. It's odd when you can spend an entire evening planning out a conversation, yet when the moment actually comes ... the dialogues you've considered no longer seem appropriate.

"Im getting older, now ... My body is in fantastic shape, but realistically ... I can probably only expect several more years of sex, perhaps ten."

Edgeworth sat upward, though his expression was neutral, betraying nothing. Gant looked away from the prosecutor, almost shyly.

"It would ... behoove me, to have, a distinct partner ... possessing an unrivaled noble quality, to spend these remaining years with. Someone exceptional and beautiful, to make what's left for me ... fulfilling."

When he dared a glance at the prosecutor, there was a seemingly distracted expression on that face. Damon gently grabbed those shoulders, easing Miles to lay upon the bed.

"Noble quality?" Edgeworth questioned, as the older man pressed kisses into his neck.

"You're ... unlike anyone else I've touched. Your powerful sense of dignity, perhaps. "

"Ah. So you're tired of all the masochistic, shameless sluts you've previously entertained."

Damon froze.

"I'm not surprised your beastly appetite is calling for prey that'll struggle against you when you drag it to the ground. Makes the chase more interesting, yes?"

Gant pulled back, to look at those frosty, unyielding eyes. "You're being unfair."

"Tell me, Gant ... are all your fantasies like that cliche rape-story you whispered in my ear, earlier? You hurt me, humiliate me ... but your skills at sexual domination beckon to my inner-whore and at the end of it all, I'm begging for prick." spoken so matter-of-factly, like he was lecturing a stubborn child on a rather simple subject, "Is that what you're dreaming about, the nights you jack off by yourself?"

"As I've stated earlier, Worthy ... I don't enjoy hurting you," Gant declared, resolute expression matching Edgeworth's probing stare.

The prosecutor didn't believe him.

"I have to wake up early tomorrow," twisting to lie down on the left side of the bed, away from Damon, "I'm sure asking you to leave would be a futile request."

Gant paused, a minute. He just observed, quietly ... the curve of that pale shoulder, the tendrils of damp hair. The older man had cum dozens of times in that mouth yet Edgeworth, bizarrely enough, still managed to portray himself as unattainable. Of course, he had expected that his haughty, gorgeous prince would make matters difficult ...

The older man moved to rest against the curve of the other's back.

"Don't," instinctively.

"How do I convince you I'm not a monster, Worthy?" He whispered into that ear, "I've passion, sentimentality, weakness ... perhaps moreso than you do," he slid his arm across that body, hand on that flat stomach, "Perhaps I'll take you to my home ... play an exquisite Johann Sebastian Bach piece, for you," his fingers danced across the other's skin, as though he were creating music on his pipe organ, "a toccata, for you."

Edgeworth twisted away from that touch. Whether it was because the man was ticklish or annoyed, Gant couldn't say for sure ... but Miles was pressing firmly into his body now.

Damon, still against the other's ear, "Don't forget ... I've seen every part of you. Your will, your desire, your strength and your frailty. Your soul. I want you, completely, and you'll never, have to hide from me."

Cute.

It wasn't true, though ... Gant didn't even realize he had never seen Edgeworth smile.

Perhaps he didn't think Miles was capable of that kind of tenderness.

*****

March 18, 6:37 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's House

*****

A couple of Gant's belongings were tossed on his sleeping body: his wallet and his keys.

The keys were heavy enough to wake him up.

"Get up," Edgeworth's impatient demand.

Damon didn't particularly feel like moving, though. The prosecutor can go ahead and grumble over it ...

" ... so, Gant. How did it start? Did you suffer some unfortunate cliche in your youth? Daddy raped mommy? Mommy hit you? Maybe an uncle fucked you at a young age? Go on, tell me. What ruined you. What permanently skewed your understanding of lust and love. Why are you only fit for abusive relationships with emotionally-fragile whores ... ?"

Gant sat upward to aim both a glare and a sneer at the cocky prosecutor, but the situation changed dramatically when he noticed that Edgeworth, cleaned and dressed, standing across the room, had a semi-automatic pistol in his hand. Some 1911 model, from what he could see.

"Or were you born fucked? Some sort of chemical imbalance? The media has been tossing that term about a lot, recently. We live in a culture that creates an endless supply of excuses for twisted bastards, such as yourself, to avoid accepting responsibility for person failures and deviant behavior."

Damon ... said nothing. But his expression seemed rather sour.

"I have your attention? Good. It's time to end our arrangement, Gant, as you've become increasingly aggressive and difficult to handle. I'm hoping we can keep this as simple as possible ... You leave my house, right now, and never make an effort to contact me again. Simple."

The police chief chose his words carefully: "I've done nothing to deserve this ... insulting, rejection."

"Hm. Really? You're too derranged to see fault in any of your actions ... the blackmail, the assault, forcing me to strip for you in my shower, extracting physical pleasure from me after I told you no and punched your jaw--"

"--I seem to remember you willingly licking my cock, when all that was said and done," Gant growled.

"Yes, I like your cock, and I admittedly used you for sex. Explain to me how that exonerates you."

No response.

"Is that how you justify the abuse your past lovers had received, from you? You used them, exerted your will over them ... and because you made sure they came once or twice--"

"--They enjoyed what I did to them; All of them!" Damon snapped.

" ... Perhaps they did. I still have no desire to continue indulging a physically-domineering, emotionally-manipulative partner. I wanted a routine fuck, not some bizarre entanglement with an amoral, obsessive hound."

Again, wordless.

"Your ... for argument's sake we'll say chemical imbalance, has forced me to prematurely end this. It's a pity; I'll miss your body."

Gant's lip curled, struggling with silent fury.

Edgeworth watched the indignant police chief, "Used for sex and tossed aside, just after that embarrassing little love confession of yours, too ... it hurts, doesn't it?" tilting his head, " ... I wonder how many you've done this to. Just after they mentally succombed to your will, of course. When they thought they needed you. When they were desperate for you. That's when you became bored and moved on to the next whore, yes?"

"You'll regret this you little cunt," Gant snarled, leaping out of the bed.

Course, he stopped moving when Miles pointed the gun at him, cocking it. Damon bared his teeth like an enraged dog.

" ... I wish every person you've ever seduced, sullied and abused could see you right now: irrate and impotent."

"Do you honestly think you can do this to me?"

"Swallow your pride. Then get out," gun steady.

Gant breathed, struggling to calm himself. At another time, he'd find a way to punish the other for this ... embarrassment. He glanced at the bathroom door, where he had left his suit ...

"I didn't say retrieve your clothes. I said get out."

Damon's eyes went wide, infuriated.

"Not enjoying this humiliation ... ?"

"You fucking whore--"

"--Shut up," mockingly, "You like this."

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March 18, 6:54 AM

Prosecutor Edgeworth's House

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Edgeworth watched Gant, stark naked, jog from the front door to his car and speed away.

As soon as the police chief was out of sight, Miles dropped the gun. The feelings of nausea he had barely managed to keep at bay in Damon's presence took his body. He fell to his knees after a rather violent gag. Holding himself, trembling. Had there been any food in his stomach, he would have vomited.

Prosecutors, the successful ones, can always pull off an entertaining performance; Even Edgeworth himself was shocked at what he was capable of.

I'm not ... like this ...

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