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Just Another Truth, Wright	By : Blackwidina Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Ace Attorney series, and I make no money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Holy cow, this took a long time to write. Seriously. I think I averaged a sentence a day. First of all, this is the third edition, because my computer kept eating the files. And the first version, I'd worked on for the longest time, so losing it was pretty devastating.
And even more annoying, was getting stuck here, and having oodles of inspiration for the rest of the series—I literally have about ten more chapters well in the works after this one.
Now, onto the fic itself. As usual, I don't own the Ace Attorney series. Also, this chapter is rated M, for Mature content. If yaoi squicks you . . . well, how'd you get this far anyway?

Just Another Truth, Wright—Chapter 4
"I'd bet my whole hand Kristoph did the decorating," Phoenix announced within two seconds of entering Apollo's living room.
Apollo finished locking the door, and glanced around, bewildered. Yes, he was right, but there was no sign of Kristoph in the room. The entire decor was done in warm colors, predominantly red; the furniture was all simple and functional. There wasn't any purple, lace, dark wood, doilies, flowers, or a single whiff of any of that wretched potpourri or incense about, so . . . "How did you know?"
Phoenix smirked as he casually plopped himself on the couch, "Because I was your age once, and no one has this nice of furniture right out of college. My own boss, Mia, did the same thing when she saw how I was living. Let me guess: a mattress on the floor, and the TV on top of a milk crate?"
Apollo sniffed disdainfully, loosening his tie so that he could slip it over his head and hang it on the rack next to his keys. "Hardly. I couldn't afford a TV, so my law books went in the crate." He sat next to Phoenix and felt comfortable enough to snuggle close. He was rewarded with a warm smile and an even warmer arm around his shoulders.
"Hmm, that's pretty smart. Maybe I should have tried that, instead of stacking them on the floor. When Mia saw I was using mine as an end table, I thought she was going to smack me. She has this thing about books."
"Had, you mean?"
"Nope, has. She's still around."
Apollo's brow furrowed, "Wait, wait. Wasn't Mia Fey's murder your second case?"
"You know, if I didn't only have a few years' worth of cases under my belt, I'd probably be creeped out by now. Yes, she was murdered, but surely you've heard of my assistant?"
"Maya Fey, the . . . spirit medium?"
"Mm-hm. Maya had a tendency to channel Mia whenever I really needed help. The two of them helped save a lot of people."
"She . . channeled . . . your dead boss." Apollo couldn't quite keep the skepticism out of his voice.
"I know, it sounds crazy, but that's not even the craziest thing I've ever come across. If you ever get to meet Maya, I bet I could get her to introduce you to Mia. I think you'd really like each other."
"Where is Maya now?"
"In Kurain Village. She's the Master there. She's got her cousin Pearl, though, so she's not alone . . ."
The slightly forlorn expression on Phoenix's face prompted Apollo to reach over and twine their fingers together. "As corny as it is, you're not either, you know."
That got a grin. "Yeah, things are really looking up these days," he teased, poking at Apollo's spikes.
Apollo stuck his tongue out, feeling a little silly but not caring. After all, Nick was the only one there to see.
Phoenix gave a brief laugh, then pulled Apollo into a kiss, which he willingly gave, even scooting up to climb onto his lap. Apollo cupped the sides of Phoenix's face briefly before pushing his hat off so that he could thread his fingers through the older man's spikes. Large hands stroked his back before moving around to his front. They broke the kiss long enough for Apollo to shrug off his vest, and he couldn't help but snicker as Phoenix eyed his shirt buttons with clear annoyance.
"You do realize you'll be back in a suit once you're a lawyer again, right?"
The older man actually scowled, "Damn. And then it'll take even longer to get the both of us out of our clothes."
"You know, you've got a hoodie, a T-shirt, and an undershirt. I don't think you're in a position to be complaining," Apollo reminded him, tugging down the zipper of said hoodie. "On the plus side, though, it'll mean you'll have to keep your hands to yourself during work hours."
"That's a plus? That really hurts, 'Pollo!" Phoenix's pout was totally ruined by the laughter in his voice. For all his complaining, he had Apollo's buttons opened faster than their owner could blink.
Apollo couldn't hold back a whimper as those clever hands slid over his stomach and chest. It didn't take long after that for both of them to get impatient, tugging at clothes until they were both stripped to the waist, Apollo's fingers buried in Phoenix's hair as the other shifted so that they could stretch out over the couch.
It took a few minutes to gather his thoughts into some semblance of order, but eventually Apollo nudged Phoenix to grab his attention, "Um, you know, I've got an actual bed."
Oh God, he could feel Phoenix's arousal spike, even see the flush on his cheeks dial up a notch, his pupils already wide. Apollo couldn't help but feel a thrill that Phoenix wanted him that much. Still, that didn't stop the older man from pushing up and asking, "Are you sure, Polly? I can wait if-"
Apollo snorted in amusement. "Nick, I'm not a freaking girl." He gently bucked up against Phoenix to prove his point, sparking a gasp and making a large hand tighten on his hip. "It's not like I'm holding out for a dowry, trust me. I want you." He sat up, pushing Phoenix along, "However, I'm pretty sure it'll work out better if we're actually in the bedroom."
"Well, I'll defer to the expert, then," the tone was gently teasing, but it was enough to make Apollo blush furiously, even as he was dragging Phoenix into his room. Phoenix snickered again as he caught sight of the bedroom, and it's predominantly red theme, and was given a rough shove towards the unmade bed for his efforts.
As enthusiastic as he was, Apollo could hardly keep up with the other once his back hit the bedsheets. Just about the time he thought he had a handle on all the heated kisses, the brush of their chests, suddenly Phoenix's hands would dip below his waist to open his belt and pants, and he'd swear that the bed had just dropped out from beneath him, leaving him clinging to the man above him.
Phoenix pulled back suddenly, looking at him critically, "We're going to need you to relax a bit."
Relax? He was supposed to relax while—Apollo threw his head back with a groan as a large hand dipped inside his boxers. "Ohhhhhh, fuck," he gasped.
"In a bit," Phoenix agreed, a smirk playing around his lips, "But I want you to come first."
Just hearing it almost made it happen, and his hips bucked upward, his balls tightened—just as Phoenix let go. Apollo might have been embarrassed by the strangled noise that escaped him, but he was too bewildered by the sudden loss of contact to give a flying fuck. "Nick, dammit!"
"Sorry," Phoenix said, obviously not meaning a syllable of it. "Just want to get you undressed first." He grabbed Apollo's pants and gave them a firm tug, pulling both pants and boxers down at the same time.
Apollo couldn't decide whether to blush and try to hide—no one had seen him completely unclothed like this before, and it was slightly terrifying—or jump Phoenix's bones and riding him like a pony till they came. Phoenix was kind enough to even the odds, and before he knew it, they were both naked together for the first time. They kissed, both humming desperately as their bodies slid against each other.
The older man pulled away first, panting hard, "Fuck fuck fuck. Dammit, you're making me lose my head-"
"I'm making you?" Apollo asked incredulously.
"Yes, now stay right there and let me make you come," he replied sternly. It might have made Apollo laugh if not for Phoenix immediately dropping his head and taking Apollo's length into his mouth.
Apollo's brain melted. Even having experienced Phoenix sucking him off the night before hadn't lessened the impact of it on iota, and only firm hands on his hips kept them from bucking off the bed. Phoenix played him like a damn instrument: Apollo whined when he felt a hot tongue pressing against the underside of his cock, groaned whenever Phoenix bobbed his head to take it in deeper, and couldn't stop swearing desperately whenever he sucked extra hard at the head. It could have been minutes or seconds, he didn't know or care, but Apollo finally twisted his hands in the bedsheets and howled in pleasure as he came in Phoenix's mouth.
Eventually, his body spiraled back down and he slumped back on the mattress, gasping breaths slowly easing as he tried to pull himself together again despite the ringing in his ears and the difficulty of focusing his eyes. He felt so relaxed, like he'd just worked out years' worth of stress and worry at once. He managed a smile though, as Phoenix's face came into view.
"Still with me, Polly?" he heard fuzzily. He nodded, still too out of it to try forming a coherent sentence. Phoenix didn't seem to mind, just brushed his bangs out of his face. "Damn, I just want to keep you, make you look like that forever."
Apollo managed an appreciative noise. He had no objections.
"Hey, d'you still . . . um."
Hey, that was odd—Phoenix was never the one to blush; that was Apollo's job! Finally, Apollo's brain kicked in a little, registering the tension in his lover's face, and remembering just what they were supposed to be doing, big-picture-wise. Summoning up his strength, he grabbed for Phoenix and pulled him down for a quick kiss before whispering, "Oh please, Nick."
Phoenix's relieved sigh felt good against his hot face, "Thank God. Do you have any lube or lotion around here?"
Thinking idly that it was a good thing he'd waited until Apollo was mindless goo before asking, the usually shy man weakly flung his hand in the direction of his nightstand, pointing. He ignored the snickering as Phoenix rummaged around for a moment before coming up with a small lotion bottle.
"I was going to remind you to relax, but at this point, if you relax any further, you might just die," he commented.
Apollo attempted a glare, but was distracted quickly by a slick finger at his entrance. He opened his mouth, maybe to protest, maybe just to attempt sarcasm, but Phoenix grabbed the opportunity to lean in for more distracting kisses. For all that the older man was nearly shaking with impatience, he took it slow, introducing one digit at a time, gradually working Apollo open. Apollo was still relatively boneless, but quickly felt himself reviving as Phoenix's touch sparked across nerve endings that he'd been previously unfamiliar with. By the time they'd worked up to two fingers, Apollo was moaning and pushing back against Phoenix's hand.
"Nick, Nick, oh God now please, I want you—ah! I want you in me, please—oh—Phoenix," Apollo babbled, arching his back when fingertips brushed against his prostate. He ran his hands over any part of Phoenix he could reach, loving the way the older man sucked in a hissing breath when Apollo brushed over his nipples.
Phoenix finally batted his hands away gently, with a mock-stern glare, "Quit rushing me, Polly." Before he could argue further, a third finger was added, and Apollo took a huge gulp of air. "Does that hurt?"
Apollo bit his lip, slowly breathing out, trying to relax himself further. "Kinda. Just give me a second." A couple more deep breaths, and he had loosened enough for Phoenix to move his hand, and a couple more, and he was quietly moaning again. He was starting to push back, writhing against Phoenix, when the fingers disappeared altogether.
Apollo watched a little nervously as Phoenix quickly slicked himself up, and the moment of truth arrived. Nick gave him a little nod, "Deep breath, Polly."
Obediently, he inhaled, then slowly exhaled as the blunt head of Phoenix's cock slid through the initial resistance. He couldn't help but flinch a little at the steady pressure, but he'd been prepped so well that the discomfort was fairly easily ignored for the opportunity to watch Phoenix above him. He was obviously reigning himself in with difficulty, and Apollo shivered in excitement at being the focus of those intense, dark eyes.
Phoenix gave him a few seconds, then started slowly moving, and Apollo quickly felt his arousal—slightly dampened earlier by discomfort—make a full turnabout. Before long, he was back to clutching at the older man, groaning loudly.
As the pleasure quickly mounted, Apollo was barely aware that he was saying something—or maybe moaning—his focus was entirely overtaken by overwhelming sensation. As he rapidly approached his second climax, he felt a hand clamp over his mouth, and opened his eyes enough to see Phoenix grinning widely, looking like he was trying very hard not to laugh. He might have protested, but Phoenix grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down to wrap around his own length, encouraging him to stroke himself. Phoenix then grabbed one of Apollo's knees and pushed it up towards his chest, deepening the angle of his thrusts.
Oh god, it felt so good and so deep and he was going to come so much harder than he'd ever come before he was going to die from it, ohGodohGOD—Apollo screamed against Phoenix's hand as he went over the edge. He felt the corners of his vision go sparkly and dark at the same time and realized he probably wasn't getting enough air. Luckily, just as Apollo slumped back against the bed, Phoenix dropped his hand to Apollo's shoulder to grip tightly. Apollo could only watch in dazed, twitterpated post-orgasmic adoration as Phoenix gave a final groan and lost himself in Apollo's body.
For a minute or so, they just lay there, enjoying the feel of each other as they caught their breath. Finally, Phoenix made a colossal effort and slid to the side. Apollo turned a little so they could face each other, lazily reaching over to run his fingers through sweaty spikes. Phoenix hummed appreciatively, pushing into the caress like a big cat.
Apollo's eyelids felt so heavy, and he was more than ready to fall asleep when Phoenix broke out into quiet laughter, prompting Apollo to blush, "What?" Phoenix sniggering only got stronger, though he tried to muffle it. Apollo's afterglow started being overtaken by nerves. "W-was I—did I do something-"
"Oh, no, nononono," Phoenix hastened to say, managing to quell his amusement, aside from an evil grin. "It's just . . . didn't you hear the banging?"
"B-banging?"
"From upstairs. That's why I covered your mouth—that, and I'm kind of fond of my own eardrums."
Apollo just stared, blinking for a moment—then remembered that his upstairs neighbor was a little old lady who'd previously considered him 'such a sweet young man,' and brought him cookies—and now probably thought he was some sort of deviant. Phoenix burst out laughing again at his horrified expression.
Apollo couldn't decide if he want to smother his lover with a pillow, or himself.

Much later, after a shower (complete with Apollo's introduction to shower sex), changing the sheets, and hunting down a pair of sweat pants long enough for his boss to wear, Phoenix decided he was hungry, so the two settled into the living room so that they could order in some wings and watch a movie. Well, it would have been a movie, but-
"Apollo, you have every season of Perry Mason?"
Apollo tried unsuccessfully to hide his blush, "And?"
"I freaking love this show!" A moment later, the DVD player was on, and Phoenix was all but bouncing next to Apollo on the couch.
"Wait, I thought you were more the Steel Samurai type."
"Not really—that's all Maya's doing. If I don't keep up, there are horrible consequences. This is much more my style—how many episodes do you think we can get in tonight?"
Apollo couldn't help but eye Phoenix with some envy, "Holy crap, Nick, aren't you tired at all?" Hell, he was barely upright, and that was only thanks to the couch.
"You'll get used to it. I promise." Phoenix's grin was absolutely wicked. "Besides, how can I not be excited? It's Perry Mason! Plus, Raymond Burr is hot."
The younger man 'hmmed' thoughtfully. "I guess so. I prefer Paul Drake, myself. William Hopper looks damn good for his age."
"Oh really," Phoenix teased, "So I take it this thing you've got for older guys isn't really a new development? And here I thought I was just special."
Apollo rolled his eyes, "You're special, all right." The doorbell rang, and he quickly grabbed his wallet off the coffee table and went to answer it. A few minutes later, he was back with their order of wings and the two of them snuggled into the couch.
A couple of episodes later, Apollo was licking his fingers free of sauce, and thinking. "Hey, Nick?"
Silence.
He glanced over, and saw Phoenix's eyes staring at Apollo's now-clean fingers, slightly glazed. "Hey! Nick!"
Phoenix shook his head, snapping out of it. "Uh, yeah, sorry. What's up?"
Apollo stared hard at the TV, afraid to really look at his lover. "Um. You and me. Are we . . . I mean, are we a . . . a secret?"
He could feel Phoenix sit up, could feel him stare. "What? Why would we . . . Polly, look at me. Where's this coming from?"
Apollo turned towards Phoenix, but couldn't quite bring himself to meet his eyes. "Well, it would look bad for you to be . . . um, with you're subordinate, wouldn't it? I mean, technically, you're my boss, and I'd understand if—and then there's me being a guy, which I imagine some people—especially clients—won't really be okay with-" He was cut off by gentle fingers tilting his face upward to see Phoenix's very dark, very serious eyes.
"Apollo Justice. That is absolutely untrue," he said, so firm and confident he didn't even cause a tremor in Apollo's bracelet. "I don't give a damn if people know we're together. And as for you being in my employ—I'd rather be partners, if it's all the same to you. As it is, I'm still not ready to retake the bar, and it's hardly fair to keep your name off the sign when you're doing all the work. So no, we're not a secret. Okay?"
Apollo was hard pressed not to start grinning like an idiot, "Okay."
And just like that, in true guy fashion, everything was awesome again, and they went back to their Perry Mason marathon, while idly discussing how much they wished that their cases went half so smoothly.
FIN?

A/N: I should probably also mention here that no, I don't own Perry Mason, either. And that the show is REALLY FREAKING AWESOME, and if you enjoy the Ace Attorney series, you should totally watch this show. What Phoenix and Apollo need around the office is a private investigator like Paul Drake—imagine how much smoother things would go . . .
Also, Lt. Tragg is an orangutan. Seriously—look at his mouth when he smiles. He's also the Devil. I don't even hate Burger as much as I do Tragg.
Speaking of Burger-HAMILTON BURGER? Holy shit, the lawyerly pun game dates back to the fifties? First time I heard his name I Winston Payne. *is bricked* Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm outta here...
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