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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 calls finally stopped and Edgeworth buried himself in work. In a few days, he managed to stop thinking about Gumshoe entirely. The weekend rolled in and he packed up his documentation, taking it home with him so that Pess would have company.
On Friday evening, Pess seemed restless again… Pacing and staring out the windows, circling the front door. He’d never acted in such a way before Gumshoe started coming around; he was always such a quiet dog before. Another thing he would hold against the man.
“What is it?” Edgeworth asked, looking up from a packet he was reading. Pess merely glanced back at him, wagging his tail. Sighing, Edgeworth surmised the dog wanted outside, despite just going out an hour previous. “Just a little walk. And then back to work,” Edgeworth informed him, rising to his feet. He opened the front door and found himself face-to-face with Gumshoe, picking brambles from his torn shirt.
At first, Edgeworth attempted to stifle his anger, but he finally roared, “What the hell are you doing here?! How did you get in here?!”
“Climbed the fence,” Gumshoe stated a little breathlessly. “It’s a lot taller than it looks, pal. Why’d you turn off the buzzer at the gate?”
“Because I didn’t want to be bothered,” Edgeworth shot back, making to close the door again. “Enjoy climbing back out. I have half a mind to have you arrested for trespassing--”
Slamming his hand on the door, Gumshoe stopped Edgeworth abruptly. “What’s going on, Miles? Why won’t you answer or return any of my calls?”
“That is Mr. Edgeworth to you, Officer Gumshoe. And I don’t owe you any explanations.” He struggled to close the door with one hand, but Gumshoe was plainly stronger than him. “Get out of my doorway.”
“I don’t… understand…” Gumshoe frowned, his arm weakening a little. Edgeworth got the door to close another few inches. “You get this big case and suddenly I don’t see you anymore. And now we’re back to being all formal? Please just tell me what I… did wrong. If you just tell me that, I’ll go.”
Snarling, Edgeworth finally gave up on trying to push Gumshoe out. “You really shouldn’t be trying to spend any more time with me, Gumshoe. Isn’t that what caused you and Maggey to break up in the first place? Does she know you’re here?”
Blinking, Gumshoe shook his head slowly. “Maggey…” Then he grinned and scratched the back of his head. “I get it. You’re… you’re mad at me because I had dinner with Maggey? You’re… you’re jealous. That’s… really cute, Mr. Edgeworth… I didn’t know you were the jealous type.”
The fury on Edgeworth’s features sharpened to a fine point, his eyes ice cold. “I’m not. We had our fun. Now it’s over and I have a case to attend to. Leave me alone.”
“Maggey doesn’t know I’m here,” Gumshoe growled, setting a single foot in the doorway now. Edgeworth desired to stomp on it. “Because all we did was have dinner. That’s it. We talked. She apologized for treating me like she did. It made me feel a lot better.”
Edgeworth’s brow furrowed and he looked up at Gumshoe.
“She wanted things to go further, of course. I guess she struck out with this new guy she tried. Or she needed someone to help her pay rent. I dunno. But I told her there was already someone in my life that I cared a lot about. And I’ve been trying to call him for days but he’s been freezing me out, like… like… some high school girl!”
That last phrase was tacked on with a bit of fury behind it, a tone he didn’t easily take with Edgeworth. For a moment Edgeworth thought to keep being angry, to insult the man and shove him back into the lawn. But if what he’d said was true…
“You… rebuffed Maggey?”
“Did you…” Dick’s face softened, eyes turning sad. “…really think that I would choose her over you? You… and I, we’ve been partners for so many years. Ever since that first night you kissed me, I… I can’t stop thinking about you. Hell, I… I always thought about you before that anyway. Please don’t push me away. I… my heart… can’t take it, pal.”
Edgeworth relented, his hand sliding away from the door. “Perhaps I… overreacted.” That was the closest he’d come to an admission of guilt, and Gumshoe gladly accepted it. Tumbling in through the door, he curled his arms around Edgeworth’s waist, squeezing him so tightly that he came off the ground. Pess barked and wagged his tail, dancing around them excitedly.
“Gumshoe—“ The Officer’s lips covered his own, forcefully plying his mouth open before his tongue slid within. This was the most “persuasive” Gumshoe had been with him thus far, and he was surprised to discover how arousing it was. Gripping Dick’s upper arms, he faltered for a moment. But only a moment. Pulling his lips away, he breathed, “…my case… really need to… work…”
“It can be like the old days. I’ll bring you dinner… run errands for you… whatever you need so you can work. What do you say?” When Edgeworth didn’t immediately answer, Gumshoe pressed his face against the man’s neck. “You need me. Admit it. I can help you…”
The last vestiges of Edgeworth’s resistance faded. He ran fingers upward, along the base of Gumshoe’s scalp. He had missed that smell, the feel of that rough hair, the timbre of Gumshoe’s voice. As if he somehow sensed Miles’ train of thought, Gumshoe murmured, “I missed you…”
Edgeworth managed to pull Gumshoe into his foyer and shut the door. “I missed you too,” he replied quietly, closing his eyes.
After a moment of silence, Gumshoe finally let go, flexing his arms. “Alright… Time to get to work! C’mon, Pess.” He and the dog trotted into the kitchen as Miles watched incredulously. He’d really done it now… He’d let this man into his life completely.
He didn’t have the heart to tell Gumshoe he’d already eaten dinner… but in the end, Gumshoe ate both portions anyway. Then he made himself useful, fetching files from the foyer when asked and otherwise—for the most part—staying out of Miles’ hair. He relaxed on the couch in the living room, watching some cookie-cutter “gritty crime drama” marathon and gasping at appropriate times. From his office, Edgeworth could see the back of Dick’s head… hear the drone of the television… and somehow he felt a measure of comfort, rather than distraction.
Eventually the marathon faded into infomercials and the tea was no longer keeping Miles’ eyes open. He finally gave in, rising and stretching his arms over his head. “Enough is enough, I think.” Gumshoe turned toward him, smiling crookedly.
“Guess it’s time for me to go then, huh?” he called from his seat in the next room.
“It’s almost two in the morning, Gumshoe…” Fingers fidgeting with the edge of his desk, Miles finally said, “You can stay the night… if you’d like.”
“I guess… Missile will be okay overnight…” They both stared at one another, blushes steadily growing on their respective cheeks. Nodding, Gumshoe finally got to his feet. “I’m sure you’ve got a guest room that’s bigger than my apartment…”
“You may… sleep in my room. With me.” He felt much too tired, mentally and physically, for sex. But this would be another obstacle defeated. The two men stared at one another for a moment before Miles finally took the initiative and started walking. Gumshoe followed dumbly, chewing on the inside of his cheeks.
Once they were in his bedroom, Dick spoke up. “I didn’t offer to help you out for that reason… you know.”
“What?” Flipping on the small lamp beside his bed, Edgeworth began to undress. He realized then that Gumshoe brought no bedclothes… Should they both sleep in their underwear? Or… nude? The thought thrilled him so much he felt like a high school boy.
Once Edgeworth’s chest was bare, suit jacket hung on the rack for dry cleaning, Gumshoe started fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. “I wanted to help you because I… wanna see you succeed. I didn’t do it thinking there’d be sex.”
“Who said there’d be sex? I’m much too tired for that, Gumshoe. I merely assumed that… you’d be more comfortable in here. My bed is larger, after all. As… you are.”
Dick’s brow furrowed but the tension seemed to flow from his shoulders. Without the pressure to perform, his fingers became more nimble. Clearing his throat, Miles battled with the decision to blatantly look in Gumshoe’s direction or pretend at disinterest. He’d only been able to catch glimpses of his partner’s body thus far; he wanted to see it all. Stopping at his own underwear, he tried to act natural as he slid beneath the covers. Gumshoe’s eyes were definitely on him as he removed his own pants, tossing them aside.
“What… in the world… is that?” The waistband of Gumshoe’s threadbare boxers was gathered up to one side, wrapped in what looked to be a rubber band.
“Oh,” Gumshoe answered as he pulled the covers back, ready to climb in. “The elastic is worn out so that’s how I keep ‘em up. Pretty good idea, huh?”
“No!” Edgeworth cried, recoiling. “It looks ridiculous. I will buy you some new boxers, for the love of God… Just… take them off.”
“But… they’re still in good shape. Not even any holes in them…”
Eyes wide, Edgeworth merely glared at him until he finally complied and removed them. And there he stood, completely nude before Miles’ hungry eyes.
The silence was palpable for a moment; Edgeworth could hear his own heart beating in his ears. Despite not being able to tear his eyes away, he decided it best not to make a big deal out of it. “Thank you. Now… come to bed.”
“Yes, sir.” As awkwardly as possible, Gumshoe inserted his hulking form between Miles’ soft sheets. He immediately melted against the pillows, letting out a long sigh of pleasure. “Oh, man. I knew that you had really awesome stuff, but… but this…”
“My therapist recommended that I buy the best mattress I could find. To… help me sleep better.” He stiffened slightly, realizing that he was mining entirely too close to one of his own weaknesses, a part of his life that he never desired to share with anyone.
Gumshoe didn’t bat an eyelash. Curling arms behind his head, he stared up at the ceiling. “You definitely picked the best one. I bet I can even figure out when you got it. I noticed one day last year… Your eyes weren’t as puffy. You weren’t as grumpy either.”
Laughing softly, Miles turned onto his side, looking over Dick’s profile. So earnest, eyes bright, a soft smile curled over his features. In some ways he envied the man; so carefree, never questioning his motives or actions. He just DID whatever he felt was right and that was that. “I never appreciated you.”
“…uh?”
“You… you were a good detective. I’m sorry that I ever implied you were not. Your ability to… empathize with others far surpasses mine… Even if your observational skills occasionally came up lacking. And I never appreciate that. Or you.”
Turning to look at Miles, Dick grinned crookedly. “It doesn’t matter. I know you never meant the things that you said when you were angry. You never do mean those things.” He gnawed on the inside of his cheek. “And here we are anyway. Maybe this’s the way it was supposed to work out all along.”
“Dick…” He started to say something but really nothing had been in mind to say. Gumshoe was here, in his bed, and everything was okay. Maggey was just a memory, and Dick was all his. So surreal. Had he passed out on top of his casefiles and this was all a crazy dream? Half stupid from lack of sleep, he reached out and pinched Gumshoe’s nipple.
“WooooOW! What’dya do that for, sir?!”
The nipple was growing hard even from the unwanted attention. Laughing to himself, Miles purred, “I’m sorry. I think… since I’ve been with you… I’ve lost my damn mind.”
Before Gumshoe could stammer out a bewildered reply, Edgeworth was sliding toward him, skin already heated against the cool sheets. He ditched his underwear at the side of the bed. His legs easily tangled with Gumshoe’s as their bodies met. Miles’ head dipped, tongue rolling soothingly over the abused flesh on Dick’s chest. “A… are you… WITH me, sir?” he finally breathed, voice already a noticeable degree thicker. “Are we… a couple?”
“I have no idea. I’ve found… that nothing good comes from overthinking this situation.” A grin curled over his features. “Though… perhaps I was referring to the day we met all those years ago…”
“I wondered if maybe I lost my mind too. There’s just somethin’ about you that… I can’t resist. I don’t think anybody can. The way women always look at you…”
“They’re fools,” Edgeworth bit back, lips and tongue still moving softly over Dick’s skin. He took his time, remembering the taste and the smell. Then he snorted, realizing the implication that Gumshoe, too, was a fool.
Of course, Dick didn’t catch that implication. His chest rose erratically as he chuckled. “You sound like Ms. von Karma now…”
“Ugh,” Miles sighed, finally glancing up at Gumshoe. “No more words, please.”
For once, Gumshoe obeyed that command. Miles’ lips, teeth and tongue battered him into submission quite easily, moving from that nipple up to his neck and jaw. He heard the soft rush of Dick’s breath against his ear as he worked, pleasuring in how it grew deeper as his arousal rose. Soon Miles’ hand slid down toward that arousal, scraping over the rough thatch of hair between Dick’s legs with an almost guilty pleasure. As his fingers curled around the shaft, a little noise rose from Gumshoe’s throat. Looking up at him, Miles observed that his lips were pursed, fighting to hold something back.
“I know,” Miles breathed, “I said ‘no sex.’ I changed my mind.” Before Dick could break the exquisite silence, he kissed him, tongue easily prizing his mouth open. Gumshoe’s hands finally met Miles’ skin. Warmth seemed to flood from his palms as they slowly caressed Miles’ sides, his hips, squeezing his ass almost brazenly. Letting out a soft gasp, Edgeworth pulled back.
Gumshoe thought he’d made a mistake as his partner slid away, until he saw that Miles was digging in the nightstand. Fishing out a bottle of lube, he grinned. “I’ve been planning for this moment…”
“Well, yeah. You plan everything…”
“You’ve been doing some planning yourself, haven’t you?” Feeling somewhat saucy, Miles licked his lips, handing the bottle to Gumshoe. “You were thinking about fingering me during that… last little bit of fun we had, weren’t you?”
“Uh…” Gumshoe wasn’t sure of the right answer. Blushing, he replied, “Just kinda trying it out…”
“Just like a woman, right? That’s how we’ve been playing this game.” Miles didn’t mind at all if he got off in the end. “Try it again… Because you know what comes afterward, right?”
Gumshoe couldn’t form words, so he simply nodded shakily. As he spread the lube over his fingers, Miles straddled him, hands firmly on his shoulders. His own member twitched in anticipation, a soft flush rising on his skin. After a moment of silent hesitation, Dick pressed the pad of a finger against Edgeworth’s entrance.
“…aah.”
He closed his eyes, head rolling back as Gumshoe’s thick finger pushed inside him. His cock throbbed, growing harder, which encouraged his partner. Soon it was sliding slowly in and out of him, prizing soft moans from the prosecutor. Biting his lip, Gumshoe watched the scene in fascination. Never had he seen such abandon on Edgeworth’s features…
“…another…”
“…finger…?”
Nodding, brow furrowing, Miles kept his eyes closed. Cautiously, Dick pulled out, then pressing both fingers against his partner’s cherry. With only a bit of pressure they slipped within, a guttural moan rewarding Dick’s efforts. Soon Miles was riding his hand, hips rolling eagerly toward each thrust of his fingers. No toys could compare to the feel of soft, warm flesh. And it would only get better from here.
“I want you.”
Gumshoe looked up to find himself meeting Edgeworth’s eyes, that familiar steely determination set in them. He pulled away from Dick’s hand, sliding down his body as he grabbed up the lube again. Suddenly, panic flashed across the officer’s features. As he covered his palm in the clear liquid, Miles looked up at his partner. “…second thoughts?”
“No. I just… I hope I don’t…”
“Don’t what, Detective? Spit it out.” He began to stroke, renewing the vitality of Dick’s erection with little effort.
Drawing a shaking breath, Dick replied, “…hope I don’t screw it up.”
“I’ll tell you if you do.” Rising, he moved into position, coaxing Gumshoe to hold his cock upright. “…don’t I always?” With a hand placed against Dick’s chest for support, he slid downward. It was slow going at first, and Gumshoe barely dared to breathe. As his thick head finally entered Miles’ body, so hard and hot, the prosecutor hissed, back straightening. And then the pleasure came. Moaning openly, he slowly took in the majority of Gumshoe’s length, settling down with Dick’s hips firmly clamped between his thighs.
“…yes.”
Under heavy lids, he regarded his partner in silence. Dick, for his part, tried to contain himself; his heart hammered in his chest, pulling deep breaths to calm itself. Edgeworth leaned forward, placing hands on either side of Dick’s head, and began to move. Moaning softly, he closed his eyes again, reveling in every sensation. He heard Gumshoe’s breath coming forth in quiet gasps.
“Touch me…”
Dick’s fingers curled around Miles’ member, pulling shakily. They were a bit sticky from the lube now, having exposed them to so much air, and he fumbled for the bottle again. “Just relax,” Miles whispered, not bothering to open his eyes, completely lulled by the combination of pleasure and tiredness. Soon fresh, wet flesh engulfed his cock, squeezing tightly in half rhythm with the lazy movement of his hips. “God, yes.” A smile curled over his lips, shockwaves of pleasure coursing up his spine as his body tightened around Gumshoe’s cock.
“Haah--” The first noise Dick dared to make. Edgeworth could feel his cock twitching, throbbing within him. Gumshoe’s hips jerked upward instinctively and Miles cried out.
“Oh, God! I’m… I’m sorry…”
“Again.”
“Sir?”
“Do it again.”
Gumshoe retreated, taking in a soft breath before thrusting again. Flesh met with flesh and Edgeworth groaned in pleasure. Gripping Miles’ hip with his free hand, Dick did it again, and again, until he no longer feared the action. Miles took over with his own member, pumping hard and slow as Gumshoe grabbed his hips with both hands.
Then Gumshoe fucked him, pausing for deep breaths between thrusts, finally beginning to moan openly. The sounds of their pleasure mingled. Edgeworth entered a sort of fugue. The world outside no longer existed, only the pleasure and the smell and the sound of them, then and there.
Suddenly, he was moving. Gumshoe had easily risen up beneath him, holding him tightly as they rolled. Then he was hovering over him, profile lit by the soft light of the bedside lamp. The heat was almost stifling but intoxicating, a sheen of sweat on the larger man’s brow.
At that point, both understood without exchange of words. Edgeworth pulled his legs upward, exposing himself again, and Gumshoe drove into him. From this angle he went deeper, and actually took Miles by surprise. “Ghhn--!”
But Dick didn’t hesitate this time. Brow knitted in concentration, panting softly, he continued to move. Harder, a little faster, so much deeper, and Miles began to feel that tightening sensation, a bowstring readying to fire.
His arms rose up, pulling Dick close, clinging to him almost, but at this point no thought was given to that. Fingers buried themselves in the back of his hair, manicured nails scraping across his scalp. Pressing his clammy forehead into the curve of Miles’ neck, Gumshoe growled softly, moans interspersed between labored breaths.
“Harder,” Miles hissed a last time. He began to stroke himself again. Dick’s hips moved with deliberate, almost punishing force. Every muscle in his body was tensed. Edgeworth realized now that he was resisting the overpowering urge to cum. Stifling a curse under his breath, the prosecutor spread his legs wide, trying to accommodate him. Eventually, he couldn’t keep himself quiet under the onslaught, moans rising in volume until they were all he could hear ringing in his own ears. His hand pumped hard and fast, his own muscles tensing until the string finally snapped.
With an anguished cry, he coated his own hand in his seed, back rising off of the bed. Keeping his hips elevated, Dick continued to slam against him. As Edgeworth’s own voice faded, he registered Gumshoe’s… Breath now ragged, muscles shaking under the exertion. Pleasure faded into a bit of pain, but that was just as arousing to Miles.
“Detective…” The word almost inaudible. But it was enough. With a shuddering breath, Dick finished, shooting deep within his partner’s body, hips continuing to move on their own until they slowed to a stop. And then he collapsed, just barely moving to the side so that Miles was spared the majority of his bulk. With a soft whimper, he settled, the side of his face against Edgeworth’s shoulder.
After that, several minutes ticked by in near silence, their breath all that could be heard. Idly, Miles ran fingertips through the short hair at the nape of Gumshoe’s neck. He moved his leg and winced, feeling that creeping soreness suggesting that perhaps he’d gone overboard. “Thank you… for that.”
With a grunt, Dick managed to turn his head in Edgeworth’s direction. “…y’welcome.”
Blinking, Miles grinned. “That was… a surprisingly succinct reply. Is that due to the sex? I’ll have to remember this the next time you won’t stop flapping your lips at me…”
“You’re the one… talking so much right now.” Gumshoe replied rather pointedly. Then he felt embarrassed. “…sir.”
“Indeed.” He grabbed Dick’s head and stole a kiss, reasserting who was in charge of this situation. And then he rose. “Now, thanks to you, I have to shower and change these sheets before I can sleep…”
Now Gumshoe felt even more embarrassed. “Oh… I’m sorry, sir. Am I going to ruin your case?”
“Perhaps. You’ll have to stay the entire weekend to assist me with it now…”
Gumshoe could only sit up against the pillows, scratching his head in confusion as Miles rose to walk to the bathroom in as dignified a fashion as he could manage. He hurriedly ran hot water for a shower, cleaning away the sins of that last hour. He shivered at the renewed memory as he massaged soap over his abused entrance. Steam fogged up his shower doors and he was taken by surprise when Dick opened them, stepping inside.
“I can help you with this too.”
“You’re starting to catch on rather quickly, Detective.”
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IT'S OVER! Thank you so much for the reviews and the ratings! (Keep 'em coming! ;D) I really enjoyed writing this, I hope everyone enjoyed reading it.
Yuki: Thank you especially for reviewing every chapter so faithfully~ I hope you enjoy this last one. I didn't get too far in my playage; work and school grabbed up all of my time XD But I've been keeping up with my "research" by following Edgeworth and Gumshoe posts on Tumblr, LOL
Dick and Maggey are definitely cute! Though I like them better as a brief flirtation/crush kind of thing than as a couple. They are both just too completely inept at life to survive together IMO. I am frightened to think of how a kid of theirs would turn out, Oh God.
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