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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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The following week brought more Gumshoe into Edgeworth’s life. Instead of relegating their meetings to Fridays, Edgeworth found himself asking for the Officer’s number that evening at dinner… And actually calling him the next night when he sat home, alone, and noticed Gumshoe’s shift had ended. The following nights were the same.
“I really don’t know what’s come over me, Pess,” Edgeworth sighed as he prepared dinner one evening in anticipation of his guest. “I couldn’t possibly have been lonely. I mean, I have your companionship.”
Pess huffed, his muzzle flush against the cool tile in the kitchen, looking up at his master under expressive brows.
“Yes, you’re right. Not THAT kind of companionship. Everyone needs THAT, I suppose. And he is rather handsome, after a fashion. Brutish and calloused and… everything that I’m not. Opposites attract, they say.” Pess shook his ears and sat up. “I’m… overthinking this, aren’t I? Go with the flow. Yes. Not everything in my life must be planned down to the last detail…”
Gumshoe arrived. Edgeworth informed him that dinner was made and his eyes lit up, but they didn’t get to dinner right away. Little by little, Miles had peeled away the Officer’s hesitation until kisses and caresses flowed freely. However, they hadn’t ventured much farther since that evening in Edgeworth’s office.
His arms around Edgeworth’s waist, lips against Edgeworth’s ear, Gumshoe breathed, “I’ve been thinking…”
“A dangerous occupation for you, Detective,” Miles teased quietly, fingers caressing Dick’s warm arms.
After a little pout, Gumshoe continued, “…I’ve been thinking about that… uh… blowjob that you gave me.”
When he wasn’t looking Gumshoe in the eye, flippancy came more easily. “So have I… And… several other things as well…”
“I’m surprised you’re not mad about it.”
Blinking, Miles pulled back. “Hm? Why would I be?”
“Well…” Blushing, Gumshoe glanced at the floor. “I always thought it was… supposed to be equal, you know? You give some, you get some.”
“I recall… ‘getting some’…” Edgeworth replied, a grin twisting at the corners of his lips.
“Just a lousy handjob.”
“It wasn’t lousy at all…” Was he really reassuring Gumshoe in this way? Normally Dick was the one to give pep talks. “…what are you getting at?”
“Um, I was just thinking…” He cleared his throat roughly. “…I should give you one back. …right?”
“Do… you wish to do so…?” Really, tiptoeing around the issue wouldn’t help either of them. The ultimate prize—Gumshoe, in Edgeworth’s bed—wouldn’t materialize without overcoming this obstacle. Or, at least, it wouldn’t be ideal. This whole thing resembled a game of chess to Edgeworth, at times. Smiling, he decided not to give Gumshoe any more room to doubt. Instead, he took the man’s hand and guided him toward his own bedroom. Edgeworth hoped getting him familiar with the surroundings would help considerably.
As they entered the room, Gumshoe’s eyes grew wide. Yet another part of Edgeworth’s home that could encompass his own apartment. Though, by this point, he was smart enough to keep any commentary to himself. Edgeworth hated to be reminded of the pit that Dick called home. Even if he HAD finally managed to save up enough to get the lights turned back on.
Next to the window overlooking the spacious backyard was a plush chair. Standing before it, Edgeworth began to unbutton his shirt. “Come here,” he ordered, and Dick came with only slight hesitation.
“I did some, uh… reading up on it… But you’re still gonna have to… show me how to do it.”
Edgeworth was unsure if he should be impressed or amused by Gumshoe’s admission. Where was he doing all this research? On the laptop in his police cruiser? Hopefully he knew how to delete search histories.
Finally nodding in understanding, Edgeworth took to kissing the man again, hands caressing over his shoulders, arms and sides until the tension finally dissolved from the muscles there. Gumshoe let his hands wander as they so often did… but they had never ventured between Edgeworth’s legs. This night he took some initiative, palm covering the bulge there and rubbing softly.
Miles’ breath stilled in his throat and he squeezed Gumshoe’s arms encouragingly. In no time at all, his member responded favorably to the stimulation. Sighing softly, he sank down into the chair and unbuttoned his pants, carefully pulling his member free and stroking it. Lips slightly parted in concentration, he noticed that the moonlight was spilling through the gauzy curtains and over his lap… and Gumshoe was staring at him.
“…losing your nerve?” Edgeworth asked gently, looking up at his partner. “If you are, that’s fine…”
“No,” Gumshoe interrupted, jaw setting resolutely. “I was just… looking at you.” Falling to his knees, Dick took a deep breath. “I dunno if this is a good thing or not… I mean, especially when you’ve got your dick out and everything…” He laughed sheepishly. “…but sometimes I forget you’re a man. I mean… you’re just… really… pretty…” His voice trailed off and he looked around the room, feeling especially stupid.
“Considering the source, I’ll accept that as a compliment,” Miles replied, betraying just a bit of mirth. But his hand continued moving and his voice became tempered with growing arousal. He was going to climax before they left this room, whether Gumshoe assisted or not.
Thankfully, his partner came through. He tugged at Miles’ pants to remove them. When Edgeworth looked curiously at him, he replied, “There’s something I… wanna try…”
“Did you learn something during your research that I’m unaware of?” Miles replied, brows raising. This would either be titillating or it would ruin his opinion of Gumshoe forever.
Gumshoe nodded, though he couldn’t stop blushing or meet Edgeworth’s eyes. Reaching out, he twined his fingers with Edgeworth’s, helping him stroke. “Just… tell me what to do…”
“Hnnh…” Talking already took effort. “…it’s really rather simple. The head, that’s the most sensitive part… You wrap your lips around it and… suck.” So crude. “The best part…” he tapped his frenulum “…Is where you are supposed to roll your tongue.”
Shrugging, Gumshoe leaned in. His warm lips enclosed around Edgeworth’s cockhead, drawing a little too sharply at first… But with some coaching he managed to even out. With more and more breathless words, Miles instructed him on how to handle the rest; and Gumshoe was a rather large man with a rather large mouth. Miles was surprised to discover how easily he managed to take in almost all of Edgeworth’s length.
“Yesss… and… faster, now. Harder… Gnn…” His head bobbed for a few moments until he pulled back abruptly, panicking and then grabbing Miles’ member with a frantic hand. Stroking wildly, he sucked a breath through his teeth. “…Dick…” Miles breathed, brow furrowed as he leveled a heated gaze in his partner’s direction.
“Jaw hurts. When women talk about that… That’s not just a joke, huh…?”
“No,” Miles replied, the word almost guttural. “But… perseverance… is rewarded…” Mother of God, he just needed a little more…
Licking his lips, Gumshoe dove back in. Miles cried out despite himself, fingers burying themselves in Gumshoe’s hair, keeping his head moving at a desirable pace. “When… I finish… Hnn… I’ll tell you…” He felt Dick’s fingers digging into his thighs, straining with this effort. “Take me in deeply… the back of your throat if you can… Then… you won’t taste as much of the semen…” Sure, he could be courteous, give Dick the option to finish the job with his hand… But he was too close now—hungry for this—his cock and his brain told him that he needed this more than he’d ever needed anything in his entire life.
He almost didn’t notice, at first, that one of Dick’s hands was creeping between his thighs. Suddenly a thick, gentle finger was pressing against his cherry. It didn’t even enter him; just a small degree of pressure was all it took… as pleasantly unexpected as it was.
Edgeworth gasped, legs spreading instinctively. “C-Cumming…” So crude! Didn’t matter. Hand pushing downward, hips thrusting upward, he finished and Gumshoe dutifully sucked him dry. Spent, he let his arms hang over the sides of the chair as Gumshoe sat back.
Pursing his lips, he surmised, “Didn’t taste as bad as I thought it would.”
“Well… my diet is considerably better than yours, I imagine…” After a moment of recovery, a smile formed on his lips. “…speaking of, there are drinks and dinner waiting downstairs… You can wash away the taste.”
When Gumshoe rose, he had to adjust himself just a bit, blushing deeply. Edgeworth considered that a personal victory. Eventually he was sure his partner would freely feel arousal when taking part in these activities, once he overcame his doubts. He was obviously thinking a great deal about them when they weren’t together, if he was doing “research” that resulted in those wonderful little surprises.
Indeed! A considerable hurdle jumped and Edgeworth could see the finish line! Despite what he told Pess about “going with the flow,” Edgeworth immediately began to make plans. It’d been a long time since he’d been with a man, really… And Gumshoe was reasonably well endowed. With only a small amount of shame, he ordered a pair of “sex aids” off of the Internet, holding his hand in front of him to try and recall exactly how much girth his partner possessed.
Thus, he started off small on the first evening, fucking himself slowly with the first toy, giving his body plenty of time to adjust. He wanted Dick’s first experience with him to go as flawlessly as possible, with little to no pain involved…
In a few nights, he’d worked his way up to the second. Imagining Gumshoe inside him as he eased the toy back and forth made him climax surprisingly quickly.
His mood had improved so considerably that coworkers began to take notice. And then life, as it tends to, got in the way of Edgeworth’s plans.
A large case dropped into his lap and he spent several days in his office, working from sunup to sundown. A capital murder trial, and Detective Hotshot wasn’t making it easy on him. The crime scene was a mess and nobody could seem to keep evidence straight. He could never get a direct answer to any question he asked his “partner.”
Even though Edgeworth was no longer Gumshoe’s direct superior, he was still a superior. He shied away from having the Officer visit him too frequently at his office, for fear of attracting undue attention. So, for a little over a week, they didn’t see each other at all.
Finally, they had a breakthrough and captured a suspect. As the man endured questioning, Edgeworth found himself waiting for background information. The Police Department promised it the next morning, and so he was finally able to go home at a reasonable hour.
Without Gumshoe’s presence, Miles’ massive abode seemed rather… bare. Even poor Pess was restless, pacing from the front door to the living room every quarter hour. Miles finally picked up the phone and called.
Gumshoe’s voice was quiet as he answered. “Mr. Edgeworth! I heard they caught the guy!”
“Hopefully,” Miles replied, feeling a strange warmth rising in his chest at the sound of Gumshoe’s voice. “I won’t have information until tomorrow. I thought that… perhaps… you’d like to…” Why was this so hard to do? He was used to just ordering Dick to do things, he supposed. Not asking.
There seemed to be some muffled conversation on the other end of the line. “Uh… I’d love to, Mr. Edgeworth. But… well, you see, Maggey called me this afternoon. It’s the damnedest thing. And we’re at the restaurant now, see…”
Miles’ blood ran cold. Back straightening, he cut Gumshoe off mid-sentence. “I see.” Before Dick could reply, he continued, “That’s wonderful to hear. I wish you… the best of luck.” And he promptly ended the call, snapping his phone shut and holding it in his lap with both hands.
Of course, he should have expected this result. Gumshoe was not, in fact, gay… What had Miles been expecting from all this? To Gumshoe, it was just play. Getting off, experimenting, nothing more.
Did Miles really think a relationship would spring from all this? Did he even want a relationship with that oaf? Let him have the girl. They were made for each other.
The phone buzzed in his lap. Gumshoe’s number. He opened it and promptly hit the “end call” button.
He’d mastered control of his emotions when he was a mere child. With little effort, he managed to extinguish everything that threatened to bubble up… that had already bubbled up and taken root inside him. Or so he readily told himself and Pess.
The phone buzzed again. If only he could turn it off! But he needed to be kept abreast of developments in the case. Technology was a wonderful thing; he blocked Gumshoe’s number with a few quick minutes on his computer and was off to make dinner.
Back in his office the next day, the calls did not cease. A little after 11am, the receptionist buzzed in: “Officer Dick Gumshoe is on the phone, Mr. Edgeworth. He says that it’s… urgent… but did not give me specifics.”
“Do not take a message. I don’t want to hear about any more calls unless they’re relevant to TY-17.”
At 2:30, someone barged into Edgeworth’s office. He was ready to tear Gumshoe a new asshole until he looked up and saw Phoenix and Maya standing before him. Phoenix looked more miserable than normal, a bag of frozen peas pressed to his temple.
Doing little to disguise his frayed nerves, Edgeworth hissed, “Can I help you?”
Stomping her foot, Maya cried, “You’ll never believe what Detective Kleinfelter did!”
Unfortunately for all of them, Miles likely would. Leaning forward, he steepled his fingers over his mounds of paperwork. “Let me guess: you were nosing around somewhere you shouldn’t have been, and ended up running into… the lead investigator.”
“HE ran into US!” Maya cried, little hands balling into fists.
“With extreme prejudice,” Phoenix added sardonically, pulling the bag of peas away to reveal a sizable goose-egg above his left eye. “He ‘restrained’ me against a brick wall several times.”
Sighing raggedly, Edgeworth rose. “While I may not agree with his methods, I certainly believe he was right in… restraining you.”
“What happened to Detective Gumshoe!?” Maya demanded, refusing to listen to any sort of reason at all. “This new guy, he’s the biggest wet blanket I’ve ever met.”
What indeed. “Detective Gumshoe is no longer a Detective,” Miles replied, sinking back into his chair wearily. “He’s a patrolman these days, I hear. Hang around on the West Side and perhaps you’ll catch a glimpse.”
“How could you?!” Maya cried, tears welling in the corners of her eyes. “After all that he’s done for you… You’re so cruel, Mr. Edgeworth!”
Slamming his hands on the desk, startling all three of them somehow, Miles cried, “Why does everyone always assume it’s my fault? I had absolutely nothing to do with his demotion. He is the one responsible for his own current predicament… I refuse to continue… being a party to his bad decisions!”
His hair stood on end by the time he finished ranting, and the Defense merely stood, staring slack-jawed at him. Phoenix got that little gleam in his eye that Edgeworth did so hate. “Did Gumshoe… ASK to be demoted? Was it just too much to keep working with you?” He made a face as Edgeworth nearly lunged over the desk.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Wright. It was completely out of our hands. Who in their right mind would ask for that? All he ever wanted was to be a Detective and—“ And why was he still talking about this idiot? “—and I will have a discussion with Detective Kleinfelter about his… overzealous… methods.” Not that it’d do any good.
A moment of silence.
“For the love of God, Wright, stop looking at me like that. If you’re quite finished, I’d like to return to my job now. You see, I do things the proper way, through the correct channels, and…”
Maya was already tuning him out, grabbing Phoenix’s arm and dragging him through the door. He could hear them speaking in hushed voices on the other side of it… No doubt hatching a plan to figure out why he was so perturbed. That was fine; while they wasted their time interviewing psychologists, he’d be ensuring his victory in court.
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AUTHOR'S NOTES: AFF, you are irritating. I really like how you just delete everything I wrote because I forgot to include a chapter title.
Robin: Alright! I'm pleased I could get you thinking about this pairing. It's really underappreciated in the fandom, I think. I myself didn't really start thinking about it until I played AAI. I guess it's just easier to notice their dynamic when Edgeworth is constantly in the forefront. (Though I think they make Gummy a little TOO stupid in that game...)
Yuki: Yay! I'm glad you came back and I did not disappoint! I have been replaying the games to make sure that I get their personalities right... But I think that I will probably finish this story before I even finish the first game. XD I'd rather be writing than playing anyway!
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