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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: Thanks for the reviews, everyone! And I love getting votes at AFF.net. Makes me all fuzzy.

This is predominantly a plot-pillar chapter, so I tried to keep it as concise as possible. I actually made three different efforts to condense it ... chopping off the stuff I deemed unnecessary. Just kept the important plot/character-development ... with a little smut.

Lots of Phoenix. And hopefully the sex-tape scene will help satiate the Phoenix/Miles fans ... That particular part was actually inspired by one of the reviewers, and is definitely my favorite portion of this chapter. So, opinions matter! Speak your mind!
*****

March 18, 7:13 PM
Dick Gumshoe's Apartment

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A knock at his door.

The detective put on a shirt, then went to open it.

He hadn't really been expecting a grim-faced prosecutor with a six-pack of beer.

" ... Edgeworth?"

"Hello, Gumshoe--"

"--Uhh. Are you ok?"

" ... I'm not sure, honestly," looking the detective in the eye.

"Have you been ... drinking ... ?"

" ... I had a few glasses of wine. This," gesturing toward the six-pack, "is a gift. I believe you mentioned liking Asashi Gold ... "

"Ah, you're welcome here anytime, pal! But, before coming in ... could you wait here for, like, five minutes?"

Edgeworth nodded.

Gumshoe disappeared into the house, leaving Miles to speculate what the detective was doing. Cleaning, he suspected. Grabbing boxers and socks off the floor, picking up empty glasses and food wrappers ...

When Miles was finally permitted entry, it was a small, disorganized place ... with a piece of cheap-looking furniture, here and there. And an odd smell, too.

Well. He had anticipated Gumshoe would be a bit of a ... slob.

"The kitchen ... has a table," the thirty-year old bachelor announced, leading Edgeworth.

"Wonderful."

In the kitchen, the detective popped open one of his gifts.

"I think I have some cheap wine somewhere if you don't like beer ... "

"I'm fine," as Edgeworth sat down at the small wooden table.

"So ... " not really able to look at Miles, as he asked: "what happened?"

" ... A threat. A particularly colorful one," Edgeworth lied.

"Note?"

"Phone call."

"Know who it was?"

"No."

"Report it?"

"No. -- And I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone."

Gumshoe eyed him.

"I get threats all the time, detective. It's one of the perks of being an extremely successful prosecutor."

"Well, if it makes you feel better ... Japan sees very few retaliatory crimes against law enforcers, lawyers and such."

Miles went quiet, wondering if Gumshoe suspected his dishonesty.

Even if the detective had passed judgment ... Edgeworth's discomfort was palpable. Gumshoe had dealt with enough crime victims to detect genuine anxiety and there was no doubting Miles felt threatened ... whether the smaller details were true or not.

"You can stay as long as you like, pal," as he attempted a comforting smile.

" ... I appreciate it, truly. I considered a hotel, but ... "

"Didn't want to be alone. That's a good idea. In fact, I should probably drive you to and from work--"

"--Unnecessary, I'm using vacation time."

"Ok, good. We'll stop by your house, tomorrow, and pick up whatever you need. Stop at the grocery store, too. Heh, I don't have much in the fridge, and I can't imagine you eating the instant-meals I live off of--"

"--I won't--"

"--I want you to impose, Edgeworth," Gumshoe interrupted, looking to the prosecutor, "I don't want you to leave here until you're ready. Whether it's a few days, weeks, or months ... it's fine with me."

Miles just looked at him. It's like the man had been waiting his whole life, to be someone's hero. Or perhaps it was his training as a detective, that gave him experience with consoling and protecting others.

Or maybe ... he was just a genuinely selfless person.

"Oh, and, uhh ... I'll take the couch, you get the bed," Gumshoe added, face with a bit of color.

"Absolutely not," insulted.

"Listen ... you know how most people, if they spilled beer on the couch, they would, you know, clean it?"

" ... "

"I just flip the cushion ... -- But the bed? Clean, I promise."

" ... I'll take the bed."
*****

March 19, 11:47 PM
Phoenix Wright's Apartment

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Phoenix had two major regrets concerning his failed relationship with Edgeworth.

The first, it failed.

The second, they only made one homevideo together. That one video was a sex-tape, of course.

There Wright was ... watching it in the living room during another frustrating night alone.

The bedroom.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Edgeworth muttered just as the taping began.

A dress-shirt and trousers. Roughly five strands of misplaced hair. Just about as casual as you can expect, from Miles.

Phoenix's face moved directly in front of the camera, looking into it.

"Is it on?"

" ... Do you see that little red light?"

Phoenix's pants were already at his own ankles. Just massaging his penis lightly, not really working toward an orgasm, just yet. He never skipped their pre-sex banter ... by now he actually had every word of it memorized, but he still enjoyed seeing it.

"Ok, ok!" he turned toward the prosecutor, rubbing his hands together, "Let's have passionate sex so that the Miles and Phoenix of the year 2060 can remember how hot, horny and happy, we were. And maybe future generations will see this and -- Hey!"

Edgeworth was unbuttoning his shirt.

"We're supposed to be undressing each other while passionately kissing."

"I wasn't sure when you'd be finished with your relentless bombardment of optimisim."

Wright moved to Miles, grabbing at those hands, "Can't handle it, Mr. Kill-joy McGrumpy? Let the onslaught continue ... "

He started finishing the last four buttons of Edgeworth's shirt while continuing his ... bombardment of optimisim, "Puppy-dogs!--"

"Dear god," Miles muttered.

Wright leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Sunshine!--"

"--Stop."

Another kiss, another button.

"Fluffy kittens.--"

"--Have mercy."

Lips, again.

"Fifty-year anniversaries.--"

"--Please, no more"

Their fourth mouth-to-mouth.

"Giggling children."

" ... Creepy."

Phoenix leaned toward the TV screen, watching Edgeworth's lips curl into a smile during their fifth kiss.

Yeah. Phoenix wondered why the hell would he would bring up giggling children during attempted-sex, anyway.

That's when it became lustful. Miles was undoing Phoenix's pants; Phoenix was removing Miles' shirt.

"I'm on top," Edgeworth stated, pushing Wright onto the bed. "And I came prepared," pulling a tube of lubricant from his pants. Phoenix doubted there was anything he could say that would change Miles' mind on this, but he figured he'd try.

"I wanted to be on top for the movie," squirming a bit, when Edgeworth moved on top of him.

"If this is going to be an accurate portrayal of our relationship, then I'm obligated to act as top. I'm on top for 70% of our sexual endeavors, and I'm better at it," putting a hefty amount of lube on his fingers. Just watching that made Phoenix hard.

"Listen, Phoenix-2060's dick is probably fragile enough without having to hear--Ahh ... "

Miles had two fingers scissoring inside him.

"I'm ready, come on .. " Phoenix decided, within mere seconds.

"I'm going to embarrass you, and make you come quickly ... " Edgeworth announced, fingers curling to rub into the other's prostate.

"Ah, oo .. "

"Give Miles-2060 something to brag about," teasing that gland.

Phoenix began pumping himself, now.

Edgeworth was correct about being a better top ... but he was flat-out more skilled in terms of sex. A lot of the time their sessions were restrained ... passionate, but simple. Every now and then, however ... Phoenix caught a glimpse of something dark and erotic, in his lover.

"Unfair! I'm going crazy and your pants are still on!" Phoenix groaned, pulling away from Edgeworth's fingers.
He calmed himself, before grabbing at the other's pants in his little fit of horny frustration, tugging them downward.

Remaining clothes were removed.

"You said you wanted to be on top, yes?" Edgeworth whispered, amused, before pulling him into a new position.
He felt Miles' long dick push into him, from underneath.

"Ahh!" There was effort, involved. Not quite enough lube for a smooth entry. Phoenix breathed noisily, hole twitching around Edgeworth's cock. Christ, it was so good ...

"Think we have the perfect camera-angle, Wright," before roughly shoving upward.

Edgeworth was correct on that point, too. Miles legs off the edge of the bed, with Wright's body on top ... That penis stuffed inbetween the cheeks of Wright's ass, pressing into his hole. A hot image. No head-shots. No awkward facial expressions. Just dick, balls, and his backside.

Phoenix jerked himself harder.

"Oh!" hips moving with Edgeworth's energetic thrusts. He tried to squeeze him, to milk that prick.

"Considering," thrust, "how often I ream you," thrust, thrust, "how do you stay so damn tight?"

Bouncing on top of Miles body, trying to match his sexual energy. Kind of difficult, with that cock pushing so deep inside him.

Phoenix thought about how perfectly maintained Edgeworth's body always was. Miles was stronger than him, back then, and could pull off these sort of exhausting positions rather well. He wondered if things would be different, now ... now that he's doing various exercises and weight-training on a routine basis. Could he overpower Edgeworth? Had Edgeworth always desired a stronger, assertive partner? Someone that could overwhelm him? Was that what Mr. Sex-god provided him?

Wright squeezed the base of his prick, watching the screen. Edgeworth, specifically. The rolling motion of his hips, those balls swinging up and down as that cock pushed upwards.

"Feels good ... " Wright whimpered, forcing himself down hard on Edgeworth's body, momentarily stopping the flow of sex so he could twist on that dick. An awkward but hot little maneuver. He swore he could feel that plump tip spreading him deep inside, as he did this.

Miles shuddered, reaching up to grab Phoenix and pull him down on his body, and then resumed pumping into that tight body. This changed the angle, making Wright groan softly. Moving was a bit more difficult, so Edgeworth was just making rapid, short thrusts deep inside of him.

The silver-haired man never noticed Phoenix squeezing his own prick to the point of pain, holding off his ejaculation. He did notice, however, that hole squeezing him, as though desperate.

"Miles," almost sweetly.

"Mm!" Edgeworth went still; Cum sprayed deep into that hole.

Phoenix orgasmed, as he watched Edgeworth's glistening dick pull out of his body.

" ... Hahahaha!"

"What the hell are you ... -- Damn it."

Phoenix turned to the camera, breathing softly.

"I didn't cum!" with a thumb's up.

"Shut up."

Phoenix grinned at his frustrated-but-somewhat-exhausted partner. He (poorly) mimicked Edgeworth's voice, "Talk talk talk .. 'I'm going to embarrass you, and make you come quickly' ... "

"This is not an accurate portrayal of our sexual activities ... you always cum first."

Phoenix turned back to the camera, "He's lying."

"Get off, brat. -- I'll finish you with my mouth."

"No," Wright refused, tone becoming a bit soft. He shifted off of Miles before tugging him upwards. "Gentle sex? All you have to do is hold me."

... Edgeworth slowly nodded. He wouldn't refuse a request like that, from Phoenix.

Wright lubed himself up before his pale lover moved into his lap.

Phoenix was still watching, post-orgasm. He never masturbated to this part, only took in the details. The way Miles buried his head into his shoulder, for example.

Gentle, as promised. They never talked during this kind of sex. Aside from Edgeworth occasionally whispering his name, they said nothing.

Wright was pressed deep inside, rocking against Miles. Those arms were wrapped around Phoenix's shoulders, that mouth panting quietly in his ear. It was rhythmic, sensual, almost lazy, loving. He eased his dick perhaps just an inch back and forth, making it last.

A bit unhappy, all of a sudden. He wondered if Mr. Sex-god ever took Edgeworth this way.

When it was finished, he seemed to have forgotten about the camera. They exchanged a few kisses, there were a few indecipherable whispers. In several minutes Phoenix had drifted off into a satisfied slumber.

Phoenix watched Edgeworth and himself, together. Miles touched his hair, before silently leaving the bed. Off-screen, he slid on a dark blue robe ... then moved in front of the camera.

"One orgasm, sleeping like a infant. -- Hm. How do we end this? Perhaps a message, for Phoenix-2060?" He wondered , glancing off to the side... kind of amused by this silly idea of Wright's, "First of all, I never cum first. That was some sort of freak-accident."

A moment taken to ponder.

"I suppose ... knowing myself, I probably haven't said this enough times, to you. Even by the year 2060. So ... " silver eyes looking straight into the camera, said, "I'm happy, with you."

Phoenix put his hands over his face.

"Well, that's enough of this nonsense," before turning the camera off.

*****

March 20, 4:03 PM
Phoenix Wright's Office

---

"Phoenix!!"

"What, Maya?"

"What are ... these?!"

" ... Why were you in my desk!?!"

"They're ... Karma Sutra flashcards!!"

" ... "

" ... Pervert!"

"You don't understand, Maya ... It's research! Edgeworth is a complete sex-addict!"

"Don't try to pin this on him! You've been lonely, jealous and desperate for months."

" ... "

" ... "

" ... That kind of hurt."

"The isolated, envious sex-pervert can't handle the truth, huh?"

*****

March 21, 2:47 PM

Phoenix Wright's Office

---
"Is Wright in there?"

"Yes, but he's on the phone ... " Maya explained.

"I'll wait for him to finish, then."

Edgeworth entered the office, wordlessly. A silent nod was his greeting to Wright, who smiled, but did indeed have a phone against his ear.

"What brings you here?" Just after pressing the phone into his chest so his question to Edgeworth could not be heard by his babbling client.

"I came to check on the status of your Baby Octopi Liberation effort."

"I'm in negotiations with the Oppressors as we speak."

"Ah. Don't let me interrupt; I'll wait," leaning against the wall.

Phoenix returned the phone to his ear, not surprised that his client didn't even notice his absence. Several yeps, uh-huhs and sures later, the client finally hung up.

Phoenix kept the phone against his ear, though.

"... The US president has already agreed to lend military support for our efforts if talks go sour ... You heard me! ... I don't care what happened last time, they'll mess you up! ... And don't you dare touch an Octopus before I reach Pyongyang, you sick bastards," before hanging up his office phone with a dramatic slam.

" ... That was moving."

"Well, I'm passionate about this issue."

"And when will you be going to Pyongyang?"

"Tommorrowish."

"Hm. Pity."

" ... Huh? Why?"

"I've recently become available."

Wright froze momentarily.

" ... The free-for-lunch kind of available, or ... ?"

Edgeworth nodded, which brought a rather charming smile to the defense lawyer's face.

Phoenix opened his mouth to say something, couldn't remember what that something was, and settled on just watching Miles, for a minute.

"Have you nothing to say?"

Wright stood upward, moving in front of Edgeworth ... putting on a sexy smirk for his infatuation.

"So ... how much longer will you make your young, sexy, passionate plan-B lover wait?"

"When did you say those abs would be done ... ?"

" ... " with a frown.

"Kidding," Edgeworth explained, "I suspect I've two more weeks, before giving in to you."

Miles' admission brought that smirk back.

"So--"

"Before you speak, let me explain myself. Those comments about Mr. Sex-god's body. They weren't meant to wound your self-esteem and encourage you to seek out a gym-membership," Miles' gaze moved off to the side, "I acted smug and satisfied because I wanted you to move on."

"Well, I'm glad that plan failed miserably," cheerily. And failed miserably it did. Funny that the words aimed at crippling Wright's will to pursue him ended up encouraging Wright to triple his efforts at winning him back.

"My leaving you had nothing to do with sex, Wright. I'm not that vain."

"I never thought that was the reason, Edgeworth."

Phoenix was beginning to realize what was really bothering Miles about all this.

"I might have made a mistake, Wright," he admitted, eyes shifting back toward Phoenix, "I might be making one now."

"You're going to have to commit a bit more before calling me a mistake ... " The young lawyer teased, placing his arm onto the wall beside Edgeworth's head, so his fingers could idly touch that odd-colored hair.

"Or avoid you entirely," the prosecutor tested.

"You should know by now that such a tactic won't work on me."

"Hm."

"So ... " a smirk again, "can you afford a kiss for your young, sexy, passionate plan-B lover?"

The edge of Miles' lip curled, amused.

Wright considered that a yes.

He pressed forward, beginning a very soft, sensual kiss. Just lips brushing against each other, initially. Edgeworth was the perfect height for him ... only having to tilt his head slightly downward to receive the prosecutor's mouth. Their tongues met .... and Phoenix's right arm snaked around Miles' waist, hand pressing into his back before slowly questing downward ...

"Mm," Edgeworth protested ... grabbing at that sneaky touch and pulling from Wright's kiss just as it began to get wild, "the young, sexy, passionate plan-B lover is being greedy."

"Your passionate, horny plan-B sexy-lover has been a little lonely ..."

"When did horny sneak in there?"

"Sometime between kissing you and nearly touching your butt," Phoenix declared, still holding him, massaging the prosecutor's lower back.

"I have to return to my office ... "

"But, we're having a moment."

"Remove yourself from me or I'll be forced to ruin the moment."

"Ha. You can't ruin this moment."

"Hm. Really?"

"Really."

Edgeworth moved close to Wright's mouth, and said in a teasing little whisper: "Two nights ago, these lips were sucking on someone else's dick."

" ... Yeah, you murdered it." Phoenix stepped back. Smiling, though.

Miles stayed still, for a moment ... a hint of amusement on his face. He moved next to the other, leaning to speak softly in his ear: "That wasn't supposed to give you an erection."

Phoenix swallowed, gazing down at his own bulge. Of course Edgeworth would notice ... "You said lips, suck and dick in the same sentence. We can't hold him accountable," he explained, voice as quiet as Edgeworth's.

" ... 'him?'" as he quirked a brow, "Do you still talk to your penis, Wright?"

*****

March 21, 3:11 PM
Outside of Phoenix Wright's Office

---
Maya pressed her ear against the door, struggling to hear the two lawyers' conversation.

She thinks Phoenix said something about a kiss ... but both men became quiet, afterwards. Certain they were still talking, she strained her ear, held her breath ...

"Maya. Get off the door; I don't want to hit you."

Edgeworth!

Maya hopped back, colored How Embarrassing Red.

Miles pushed through the door, sparing a glance toward the panic-stricken girl.

"How did you know ... ?" She squeaked.

"I assume you do this all the time and Wright never noticed."

" ... Yes," she was flat-out unable to lie to the enigmatic prosecutor.

"I suppose someone should be keeping tabs on him. -- Have a good evening, Maya," as he moved to leave.

"Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Yes?"

"For your guys' lunch conversation tomorrow ... " she grinned widely, "maybe you should ask Nick about his ... 'research.' "

"Hm," looking smug, " I will."

*****

March 21, 3:14 PM
Phoenix Wright's Office

---
Phoenix, at his desk, smiling.

"Aww, you're glowing," Maya pointed out.

Phoenix covered his eyes, "Just ... ignore the dopey look on my face."

"So! You two are back together ... ?" forever serving as Wright's little cheerleader.

"Maybe. Well, probably, but ... not yet."

The odd answer made her blink.

"Ok. You don't get it ... "

"Get what?" Maya asked.

"This is going to sound ... ridiculous. But ... he did something, when we were nine years-old, that changed my view on ... everything. My opinions on justice and humanity, how I live my life, becoming a lawyer ... he was the source. It was all him. And when he was, mine ... "

Maya smiled.

But Wright's expression became ... vulnerable.

"I don't ... understand why he left me. He never really explained it. All I have are suspicions. I think he's become some sort of ... weird combination, of both pride and self-loathing. Maybe he has some sort of vendetta against happiness. Maybe he thinks I'm a silly child. I don't know. He left, and, I thought I'd be ok as just-friends ... so I tried to let go, but I couldn't. He mentioned a new man and I, got desperate ... Edgeworth recognized that, and tried to push me away."

Maya frowned at the shift in the story's mood.

"But, I didn't give up. And he's, giving in. He's giving in," nodding, smiling again, "I'm going to get him back. No more anxiety. He'll be mine, again, and ... I won't let him go, this time."
*****

March 26, 1:06 PM
Police Department

---

"Gumshoe!" as Phoenix ran toward his desk.

"Hey, pal."

"Have you seen Edgeworth?" He was being a bit loud ... always the excitable child.

" ... What?"

"His secretary is telling me he's been on vacation since last Thursday, but I went out to lunch with him on Saturday and he didn't even mention anything. And I've been calling his cell and stopping by his house the last few days ... He's not there, even when he should be home sleeping. I can't get in touch with him."

"Oh, well, uhh ... he's been, at my house."

Phoenix stared at him.

"What?!"

Could it be ... Mr. Sex-god?!

"I ... don't believe it!" and he jumped at Gumshoe, "Show me your pecs!"

"Hey, hey, HEY!" the detective shouted as Wright began squeezing his pecs through his shirt.

Man-boobs ... definitely not Mr. Sex-god!

They were being loud.

They were attracting attention.

And, of course, Damon Gant, who had been discussing a case with one of the detectives in the corner of the room, noticed them.

"Back off, pal!" swatting Phoenix's hands away, "What the hell is the matter with you?!"

"How distracting. Shouldn't we save shameless displays of affection for when we're off-duty, detective Gumshoe?" Gant questioned, joining the two.

"H-he ... just started groping me! This is sexual assault!" Gumshoe explained, face flushed.

"Well, you're in the perfect place to file for a restraining order.--"

"--Why is Edgeworth staying with you?" Wright asked almost glumly, somehow managing to ignore that extra-large serving of orange beef standing next to them.

Damon's smile vanished.

"Someone threatened him recently and he wanted a place to stay, for a while," Gumshoe gruffed, adjusting his shirt.

"Did he file a report?" Gant inquired. Very quick to ask, lest he get interrupted again.

" ... No. Said he got threats all the time, so there wasn't any point."

"How silly of him. As a prosecutor, he should know that having police records proving a history of suspicious harassment can only help protect him from future harm."

"Well. He seemed a bit ... distraught, over the whole thing. Don't think he was in a clear state-of-mind."

"It must have been bad, to unnerve Edgeworth ... " Phoenix stated, briefly musing as to why Miles wouldn't ... at least, say something to him. The prosecutor seemed to be in a rather good mood when he visited Wright's office and went out to lunch with him ... "Gumshoe. Is he ... ok?"

The detective smiled, "Doing a lot better, now. He said he's going back to work starting Sunday."

Gant tilted his head to the side, then said, "I wish he had trusted in our police department. Of course we would do our best to protect the men and women who uphold the law.--"

"--One would hope the police force would do their best to protect any and all potential victims," Phoenix pointed out.

Damon blinked at this ... obnoxious young man.

A rather awkward silence ensued.

Gant folded his arms about his chest, and began to wonder why this ... character, was asking about Edgeworth. "Such a thorough understanding of the justice system ... you must be a lawyer," Gant said, tone so synthesized that it put Phoenix on edge.

" ... Yes, a defense lawyer. Not too much experience, but I've yet to lose a case," he explained. Now he couldn't ignore this strange man, even if he wanted to.

"Then you ... should, know who I am. Damon Gant, chief of this fine department," extending a hand, lazily.

"Phoenix Wright," shaking that hand.

More silence.

Gant continued to stare.

Wright looked away.

Gumshoe shifted, uncomfortable.

... Is this man the one who kept you from me, Worthy? Damon decided to test this theory.

"So Gumshoe," switching the subject, a wide smirk on his face, "are the rumors about Edgeworth ... true?"

Both of them looked at Damon with a questioning expression.

"Huh?"

"You know ... those rumors," Gant repeated, before forming a circle with his left hand and lifting it toward his own lips, mimicking the motions of a blow job.

Both men's faces went pale.

"I heard he'll get his mouth on you within moments of dropping your pants ... ah, if only I were several years younger ... Typically, I prefer women, but I'd make an exception for Edgeworth," stroking his beard, as though he were imagining the act.

Gumshoe looked downward as though he were thinking about it, too ...

Phoenix became heated -- and not in a sexual way. "Ok, first," and he smacked Gumshoe's arm pretty hard, "Don't try anything; Edgeworth just got out of a relationship and he's likely feeling emotionally-vulnerable."

"I wasn't going to do anything!" Gumshoe huffed, "I'm a gentleman."

Emotionally-vulnerable? I doubt it. Gant mused, though he did like the thought of Edgeworth being damaged, by that whole little episode.

"Second, that rumor is a lie. Edgeworth is picky when it comes to relationships, sexual or otherwise. What's more is that he prefers monogamous, long-term relationships, sexual or otherwise. So, the connotation that he would ... suck off, anybody who flashed their penis at him, is an outrageous lie. The world may wish Edgeworth was that easy, but that doesn't make it true. He must've ... offended someone here, with one of his brutally honest observations. It's the only explanation I have for why such a ridiculous allegation would be--"

"--You seem awfully certain of this," smoothly, "Where do you get your information from?"

"We're childhood friends. -- On that note, where do you get your information from, Mr. Gant? A man in your position shouldn't be promoting such slanderous gossip. You're the chief of police, not a desperate, bored housewife, and it's an embarrassing statement on how this department is run, honestly."

Gumshoe, and some of the other detectives nearby, were staring ... shocked by the random rookie lawyer that had strut into the police building and was now trying to emasculate Damon Gant.

However, after Phoenix was finished with his ... cute little display of loyalty, Gant slowly smiled. A moment later, he even added chuckle.

"Forgive me, Mr. Wright. I was only teasing detective Gumshoe. Consider it a display of blue-collar humor."

"That isn't-- "

"--My professional career has actually crossed paths with Prosecutor Edgeworth's numerous times ... and I've nothing but respect for him, and everything he has accomplished within the legal community at such a young age. In fact, I even recommended him for several high-profile trials to my good friend, chief prosecutor Lana Skye. I've observed both his character and skill for years, now ... and feel he is quite worthy of his mentor, the flawless prosecutor Manfred Von Karma, also a good friend of mine."

Phoenix became quiet, unsure whether he could believe this strange man ...

Gant was still wearing his rather wide smile. It was time for the young lawyer to leave, he decided, now that he had extracted plenty of information from this conversation.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Wright, we've created a bit of a scene, here. Unless you're pursuing court-related business, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. You seem prone to rather noisy outbursts ... and while I do admire your zealous nature, it can be quite distracting to the important work which is being done here. Having said this, if you're ever in need of my professional assistance ... you are always welcome."

Leave it to Damon ... to smother a situation with insincerity.

They all scattered like worthless insects.

Phoenix departed with a wordless nod. Gumshoe excused himself, wanting to avoid any more confrontation. The nosy detectives went back to their work.

Gant stood there, with a cool expression.

It was time to reclaim his prince.
*****

March 27, 3:06 PM
Dick Gumshoe's Car

---
"Hey. -- Hold on a sec. I'm driving, so I'll put you on speaker," then did so before offering a more proper greeting, "Hello, this is detective Gumshoe."

"Hello, Gumshoe."

"Hey, Edgeworth! How are you feeling?" He split his attention between Miles and the road ... trying to multitask was always difficult, for him.

"Very well."

"So you're home now, right? Are you comfortable? If not--"

"I am comfortable. And I understand your door is always open."

"Good, good."

"And thank you, for everything."

"Not a problem."

After a quiet moment, "I consider it my duty as a prosecutor to explore the criminal mind ... and try to understand the methods, the logic, of the filth of humanity ... strictly so that I can vilify them in court to the utmost extent. Unfortunately, I sometimes feel I'm ... absorbing the vindictive behavior, I see from such people. Or perhaps this ... harshness, I feel, was always there, and I've only recently become conscious of it."

"Edgeworth, you're not--"

"--Anyway. It's ... a necessity, that I interact with people like you ... to remind myself that I don't live in a world entirely composed of vicious behavior and ill intentions."

" ... "

"Forgive me; I haven't been working, and that's given me too much time for self-reflection."

"You're too hard on yourself. You have a high moral standard, and that's why you're such a good prosecutor. And it's also why you're beating yourself up for nothing. Not because you're somewhat evil and you understand evil or you're an evil-sponge and whatever else you might have mentioned while I absent-mindedly made a left at a red light ... "

" ... I better hang up before you kill yourself; Just one thing, though. Can you stop by my office on Sunday, around two? I want to go over your testimony for the Bongani case. I realize it's your day off, so I'll ... treat you to lunch, afterwards."

"Heh. Ok, sure."

"Don't forget."

"Nope."

"And, again ... you've my sincerest gratitude."

"Anytime."
*****

March 29, 7:39 AM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office

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Chloroform.

Movies always do it wrong.

You can't put a few drops of it on a rag, smack it against someone's mouth and then they just instantly fall unconscious.

It takes a fairly decent amount to put someone to sleep. And it takes some time, too. Almost a full minute, if not more.

During this time, strong-willed prey, like Edgeworth, will struggle.

The prosecutor had made a few mistakes. Telling Gumshoe he was going to return to work on a Sunday and being too distracted by the police report in his hand to check the corners of his office for any lurking danger, when he entered.

Gant was quick. Rag on those lips, arm around that waist.

"The only prosecutor masochistic enough to work on a Sunday," he whispered in that ear, as Edgeworth twisted wildly in his grip. One hand was attempting to claw at his face. Using his large body, he shoved the squirming man into the wall. Pure strength allowed Damon to pin Miles' head between his shoulder and rag-wielding hand.

"I would have preferred to do this to you at night, in the privacy of your home," squeezing that body, "But Gumshoe has been staking out your house for the past two nights. Did you realize that? Such a nice guy, really. And so smitten with you. You should have sucked him off, once or twice. Drank a genuinely nice guy's cum."

Edgeworth's struggling began to weaken, considerably. When he began to lose the ability to stand on his own, Damon pulled that body against his, supporting it ...

Gloved hand snatched that chin, pulling that face up to look into those dazed eyes. "Instead, you drank my cum ... you're far more of a whore than you'd care to admit, Worthy."

"Mm," was the only response Miles could offer.

Gant smirked as he witnessed the prosecutor's drug-induced torpor. "Feels like an orgasm, doesn't it?" He pressed a hand between Edgeworth's legs, groping that covered erection. "Seems your dick loves chloroform ... "

That body arched, weakly, at his touch.

"I met your little boy-toy, Mr. Wright. Childhood lovers? He was quite precious ... unassuming, sweet, honest. Nothing like you, Worthy. That's where your shame derives from, yes? A contemptuous, manipulative slut like yourself doesn't belong with him," hand sliding underneath the rim of Miles' pants, stroking that flesh directly, now, "you belong with me."

No sneers. Only soft breathing. Damon chuckled, watching his defenseless toy. He rather liked seeing the attorney, like this.

"Far too pretty," touching that lower lip with his thumb, before returning that rag to Edgeworth's mouth to finish the job.

He nuzzled into that pale cheek, before whispering ... "I'm going to do horrible, horrible things to you."
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Author's Note: Haha. I bet you all hate me now.

The next chapter will probably be long and difficult for me to write. So ... some motivation would be nice. Comments are always appreciated; Return reviewers are love.
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