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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: Hey everyone. I know it's been forever + five years but I hope newcomers and some of the original fans enjoy this.
It's another dirty chapter, but it sets up what should(hopefully) be a very powerful finale. Lots of Gant/Edgeworth plot and character development. The Gant/Edgeworth relationship is the catalyst of the story so I wanted it nicely developed.
Thanks for every. Single. Review. I don't think I would have done this if it hadn't been for all the amazing feedback I've gotten. I promise this fic shall be finished! Enjoy!
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March 29, 11:02 AM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
It was sickening: Gant's hands all over his body. Those hands ventured slowly, firmly across his flesh. Everywhere.
Gant's rough hands.
Gant's obsessive touch.
Had an hour of this incessant handling passed? Perhaps longer? How long has Gant been pawing at his flesh, as he buried his face in Damon's neck?
In Gant's warped little mind ... was he declaring ownership of Edgeworth's body? This soft hair ... mine. This pale shoulder ... mine. This slender back ... mine.
Edgeworth recoiled at the thought. Nausea and shame were beginning to engulf the prosecutor. He suddenly felt increasingly pathetic in this position, emphasized by the contrast between them. Gant, tanned, powerful and clothed with the pale, exhausted prosecutor in his lap: naked and sullied.
He had to calm down and think. If there was any chance to get out of this ...
Edgeworth stared at that tanned neck. He briefly wondered if he bit hard enough whether he could pierce Damon's jugular.
"There, there, Worthy," Gant's words thick with a ridiculous insincerity, "Perk up; It'd be such a shame to have broken you so quickly."
"Don't flatter yourself," the words began with a growl but softened as he went on, "I'm just ... My head hurts, my body hurts, my wrists are ... chafed. I'm in a lot of pain."
"Oh good, my little cock-prince has reclaimed his tongue," Gant murmured jovially, acting far more interested in stroking every inch of Edgeworth's skin than acknowledging the prosecutor's words.
Miles rolled his dry, reddened eyes and pulled away from Gant's neck to glare into his rapist's eyes. He knew Gant was purposely attempting to provoke him, but a desperate, palpable anger escaped his lips.
"You literally have no conception of how depraved you are. You live in a world where would-be boyfriends and lovers are 'cock-princes' or sluts. Where the lips you seek for kisses are 'whore-mouths.' In your warped version of reality ... ," Edgeworth's verbal venom quieted when he realized Damon's bizarre smile only deepened as he spoke, those hands still groping at his body,"sexual assault and battery are perfectly reasonable actions so long as your partner cums and you gallantly restrain yourself from completely raping another."
Gant ran his finger across Edgeworth's collarbone, still wearing that ridiculous smile.
Edgeworth continued: "The night of your little love confession," Gant's hand slithered to the attorney's neck and squeezed ever-so-lightly, causing the younger man to pause. Perhaps it was a warning, one to be taken seriously, but Edgeworth may never get another chance to make his point. Still, that hand on his neck encouraged him to switch to more polite phrasing: "The implications of your words were that you wanted someone you valued to spend the rest of your life with, but how does a sexual relationship initiated by blackmail and perpetuated by abuse become a lifelong relationship of mutual respect and affection?"
No response.
"It doesn't, Gant," quietly but firmly, "It never could."
Again, no response. Only that smile and those hands.
The silence and that smile was beginning to infuriate the prosecutor.
"Normal people, you know, ask each other out for drinks ...- "
"-Your words are boring me, Worthy. Shall I fetch your gag?" Damon's hands moved upward to toy with those silver locks. So degrading.
Edgeworth glowered. Of course attempting a logical conversation with Gant was a futile gesture. He had been making a plea for sanity from the embodiment of Debauchery. While sitting in Debauchery's lap, naked and handcuffed.
Gant stood upward, effortlessly dragging the prosecutor to his feet with his muscular arms. He spun Edgeward toward the prosecutors own desk.
"Bend over, and I'll kindly reward you."
"Let me hazard a guess: My reward would be your dick."
Gant chuckled at the prosecutor's banal assumption. Edgeworth heard some shuffling, before his captor dangled a key in front of his eyes.
Edgeworth turned his gaze to the older man, who flashed a toothy smile.
"Your choice."
The prosecutor mused over his aching wrists.
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March 29, 11:23 AM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
The prosecutor's hands were free. They clutched the edge of his desk, as Damon reamed into his ravaged hole with consistent rhythm. His swollen dick was sharply stuffed deep within the prosecutor, remained fully sheathed in that ass for several seconds, then slowly eased outward. The benefit to this measured pace was being able to observe Edgeworth's reactions fully. The way his precious toy grunted, the way those fingers tightened their hold of the desk with each motion, the spasms of his passage at each powerful thrust ...
"You should know, Edgeworth," with another energetic thrust, "That I am enjoying this immensely." Gant paused and enjoyed the tight warmth that struggled to accommodate his thick tool. He held the prosecutor's hips as he gently pulled outward until only his throbbing head remained inside. "Still so tight, Worthy, despite all the precautions I took ... " followed by another unapologetic plunge deep into the lawyer.
The older man caught an interesting shift in Edgeworth's gaze. He quickly realized the other had been looking at his shoulder holster.
Gant bellowed out a throaty laugh as he buried himself in the prosecutors body.
"Standard-issue .38 special revolver. Minimal recoil, extremely accurate," the chief of police leaned downward, pressing his chest into Edgeworth's back, "Would you believe me if I told you I've a 97% accuracy rating at the firing range, with this gun? "
"Go ahead, Worthy," he whispered sweetly in his captive's ear, "Try it." A nasty little taunt, that was. Gant wondered if the prosecutor had been envisioning putting a bullet in his head ever since he was freed from those cuffs.
Gant straightened, looked down at the beautiful prosecutor's shuddering, sweaty body, before pumping into that undoubtedly sore flesh at a quick, measured rhythm.
Would it have been so bad, Worthy? We could have moved someplace warm. Beachside, preferably. I'd have to lotion you constantly, to keep that skin pretty and pale for me. I'd wake you up with music, entertain you daily, pleasure you every night and worship this body of yours, always ...
Would it have been such a tragedy, to belong to me?
Now no one will have you.
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March 29, 11:45 AM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
"Had I known you'd put these cuffs immediately back on me, I wouldn't have accepted your terms."
"Hush, Worthy. It's only temporary. I want to order some food."
" ... excuse me?"
"Aren't you hungry, my little pet? I've been raping you for hours. I, myself, need to refuel."
" ... "
"Mm. Curry, or ramen? What do you think?"
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March 29, 11:57 AM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
"My curry will be here in twenty-five minutes. What do we do in the mean time?"
Edgeworth was laying on his back on that gigantic sofa, Gant leaning over him with a wild grin.
The dejected captive was in a severe state of loathing, of himself, of Gant, and of every designer of sex-related toys who had ever existed. A foot-long chain with two clamps at the end were applied to his nipples. The chief of police held onto the chain, periodically tugging on it until Edgeworth grunted from the shocking effects it had on his body.
The observant prosecutor had also noticed a modest-sized glass dildo in Gant's left hand.
"Havent you indulged yourself with me enough for today?" Edgeworth muttered, exasperated.
Laughing deeply, Gant pressed a few kisses on the prosecutor's chest in between his tugs.
"Now, part your legs ... "
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March 29, 12:25 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
"That's the delivery boy. - Don't go anywhere, Worthy. I'll be right back" as Gant confidently stepped out of the office.
He had left the gorgeous prosecutor's wrists tied to the arms of his desk chair. Escape, especially in such a small time period, would be impossible for Edgeworth.
On the way to greet the delivery man waiting outside of the building, a trashcan in the hall forced him to pause.
...
Gant reached into his back pocket, pulling out two plane tickets. Hawaii.
"A pity," he whispered to himself.
He tossed the tickets into the trash.
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March 29, 12:26 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
The absence of the twisted rapist gave him time to reflect.
Miles cell and desk phone were removed from the room, so calling for help wasn't an option.
He glanced at the window. He likely couldn't get it open in his current state, but he very briefly fantasized leaping out of it. It would be nice to deny Damon whatever outcome he had planned for today, as well as ending the hours of humiliation and abuse, but a brief mental image of Phoenix at his funeral ushered away those dark thoughts.
He had to try to survive this, he decided.
A glance at the clock. Gumshoe, if he's on time, would be here in an hour and a half. He sighed. While he truly hoped that somehow, someway Gumshoe would be able to save him from Gant's clutches ... there was little hope for that. Gumshoe wouldn't even be carrying a gun, no detectives in this precinct did, nor would Gumshoe have any reason to suspect danger. Damon, conversely, was not only armed, but a behemoth in terms of size and strength. The prosecutor couldn't imagine his soft-hearted, beer-bellied friend performing well in a physical confrontation against the muscular brute.
Edgeworth had spent eight nights at Gumshoe's apartment after threatening Damon with a gun. It had been a therapeutic vacation from work and complicated relationships. He reminisced of Gumshoe's warm smiles and carefree conversations. Edgeworth had been shocked during their grocery shopping trip together to see the food(and alcohol) Gumshoe sustained himself on, and tried to incorporate healthier foods into the detective's diet during that brief stay. He remembered, with an odd fondness, Gumshoe's horrible attempt at cooking them both breakfast the morning before Edgeworth moved back home.
He had to warn Gumshoe ... Whatever it took. No one else needed to be involved in this wretched debacle.
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March 29, 12:41 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
"Are you absolutely sure you don't want to try this curry?" Gant offered, "It's from Rei's restaurant. Best curry in Japan."
"I don't have an appetite," Miles admonished, still tied to his desk chair.
Gant sat on the prosecutor's gaudy pink sofa, holding the takeout box in his palm and eating out of the container.
"Best curry." He repeated, taking another spoonful.
Miles sat there quietly, glaring at the other man as he ate. He imagined taking that curry and throwing it in the obnoxious police chief's face ... the image calmed him a little.
"I want to make a phone call."
"Mm?" That got Gant's attention. Those amused green eyes shifted toward his glum little captive, "And who do you plan to call? I'm afraid the police department won't be much assistance to you."
Miles pondered the awkwardness of such a call: "Hi, this is Miles Edgeworth ... I'm being raped by your boss in my office ..." It would also be wasted effort if the implications of Damon's words were true ... He wondered how many cops would remain loyal despite the police chief's foul crimes ...
"You wouldn't be planning to call Mr Wright, would you? Truth be told ... I had been thinking of calling him and inviting him over myself," Gant suggested with that horrid smile.
"It's a witness for the Bongani case. I had asked him to stop by to go over his testimony. He'll interrupt us if I don't cancel the appointment."
"Well, that's unexciting," Gant murmured, disappointed, "Unless, of course, you're lying ... "
More of a half-truth ... Miles corrected, feeling unnerved.
"I don't want anyone else involved in this, Gant ... -"
"What's in it for me?" Gant inquired intently.
Edgeworth took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
"What would you want from me, Damon ... ?" Quietly.
But he knew the answer.
"Sex where you're an active participant ... ," Gant eyed the prosecutor coolly, "Raping you certainly has its charms, but a mutual fuck from my wanton little Worthy would be ... exquisite."
Edgeworth looked downward, lips curled with frustration.
"Let me clarify; I want a fuck so convincing that it'd make me believe you lust for me more than any other man you've touched."
"You're a disgusting man," Edgeworth growled, making no attempts to hide his irritation.
"Suit yourself," Gant said smoothly, not missing a beat
"... Then I have stipulations." Edgeworth countered.
Gant chuckled darkly, taking another spoonful of his curry.
"You're so damn cute, Worthy ... "
The silver-haired captive scowled at him.
"Go on; Tell me your stipulations."
"I want water and four aspirin beforehand. My hands are to be freed. You must do nothing intended to be painful to me. No toys-"
"-Not even the nipple clamps?" with mock-astonishment.
Edgeworth took a moment to collect himself.
"No toys," he repeated, "No insults ... Your 'dirty talk' is usually completely stupid if not laughable," that part made Gant frown, "You ... need to remove your clothes. Your body is, by far, your most attractive feature and you haven't fully removed them once today." That bit seemed to cheer Gant up, despite it being an underhanded compliment, "Lastly ... you need to work me up beforehand. With your mouth."
" ... I can handle that," Gant smirked.
Maybe sensual preparation would make it easier to ... feign ... enjoyment. The prosecutor hadn't really produced a full hard-on since Gant roughly abused him earlier. His rump still stung from the spanking and vicious fucking. Not to mention the unthinkable filth Gant leaked into him ...
"So, sex including all your stipulations, for a phone call?" Gant clarified, stroking his beard.
"And for you to swear not to hurt anyone else."
"Now that's a little too optimistic, Worthy. What if you alerted someone to the passionate little romp we're having, here? Should I stand by as you're taken from me and I'm arrested? I think not. I can swear to you this: I'll make no attempt to include others in our little drama, but should we be interrupted, I'll be forced to act," he took another spoonful of his curry, before setting the dish aside to look at his troubled toy, "Is that acceptable to you, Mr Prosecutor?"
Edgeworth brooded over the offer. Gant stood up, moved in front of his strong-willed captive, leered, and reached out a hand to tug at the chain between the nipple clamps.
"Are you certain I have to remove these?"
They really made Edgeworth look like a provocative little morsel.
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March 29, 12:59 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
It was difficult for Edgeworth; Committing himself to pleasure. On multiple levels he was thoroughly disgusted with that lecherous bastard and weary of the final outcome of their little drama. The inner-turmoil swirling, accumulating in his mind. He was betraying himself by doing this ...
Gant's sexy ministrations made the prosecutor half-swollen. The gorgeous lawyer was sitting on top of his desk, legs spread for his captor's access. Gant was kissing and licking the underside of his shaft ...
Miles was observing the ceiling ... only partially attentive to his body. It was a poor technique, he realized. Emotionally and mentally removing himself from the situation was just making it harder to get aroused, and Damon wasn't exactly patient ...
The struggling lawyer forced himself to focus. To Damon's credit, he was very actively and eagerly trying to pleasure the prosecutor ... Miles glanced down at the older man, noting those strong, tanned shoulder muscles. Edgeworth touched them ...
"I want a fuck so convincing that it'd make me believe you lust for me more than any other man you've touched."
"Whatever made you doubt that you've the body I've lusted for above all others, Damon ... " He ran a fingertip along the rigid muscle of Damon's left shoulder. "That first time I saw your body ... literally forgot to breathe."
Gant aimed a pleased smirk upward, before taking the tip of Edgeworth's cock into his mouth.
"I wanted you. I wanted you so strongly. I overlooked the crude blackmail attempt and the evidence of inordinate aggression ... " He squeezed Damon's shoulders, "I had to taste you."
Miles shifted a little, gasped when the head of his dick brushed against the top of that skilled mouth. He placed a hand on the back of the police chief's head, clutching his hair.
"You ... your body, is imprinted in my mind ... "
Damn was pumping his head back and forth now, sucking skillfully.
"Prominently featured in every dark, erotic dream ... "
Edgeworth felt his heart and breathes begin to quicken. His penis was developing a generous swell.
"What other body could I possibly crave more ... Chiseled, powerful, perfect."
There was a sudden urgency in Gant's movements. The now-lusty prosecutor assumed correctly that his partner's dick was equally engorged.
"... I would have endlessly used that body if a lunatic hadn't been attached to it."
Edgeworth moaned quietly that tongue swirled and lashed at his hardened shaft. Those silver eyes closed as he concentrated on those delicious movements ... no longer needing the visual stimuli of that tanned, handsome body.
"There's no escaping it ... I, see that, now. "
His dick was pulsing. In the back of his mind he remembered the purpose of this was to arouse himself for an energetic fuck with his sexual assailant, but he was suddenly very keen on the idea of cumming in Gant's mouth ...
"Wright asked about you ... You know how I described you ... to him?"
It was getting difficult to breathe. Those hips twitched ... Miles was getting so close.
"A delicious ... well-endowed god ... "
Gant moaned slightly, with that engorged prick in his mouth. Those lips wrapped about the length of it so snugly. Back and forth, back and forth.
Edgeworth breathed.
"I told him ... you're a god, Damon."
Something in the dark-hearted man snapped. He lurched upward, quickly pulling Edgeworth into his chest.
"Dammit!" The prosecutor hissed, his erection straining. He placed his hands on each side of that muscular chest and bit sharply into the older man's shoulder.
Gant felt needy. He gripped underneath Miles' legs until the younger man lewdly wrapped them around the police chief. A large hand grabbed at those silver locks, firmly pulling the prosecutor's face before his. Damon eyed that pretty face for a moment, noting the flushed appearance and light panting. He grunted and launched forward, forcing a kiss on those pale lips. This time, he wasn't denied.
It was so erotic. Something Edgeworth had denied him over and over again. An intimate embrace ... a kiss. Those legs locking the police chief in a sensual trap, Miles thickened dick pressing against his abs. Sexual proximity that wasn't spoiled by insults, denials ...
If Gant wasn't about to succumbed to his raging desires, he could have spent hours like this. The older man was nibbling on Miles' ear as he reached into the duffle bag on the desk, fishing around for his bottle of lubricant. He moaned softly as Edgeworth sucked furiously on his neck, those hips rolling a bit to hump his dick against Gant's stunning abs.
The haughty prosecutor surprised him by snatching the bottle of lubricant.
"Watch me, since what you do is notoriously insufficient," Edgeworth instructed as he poured a hefty amount of lubricant on his own hand, "Step back."
Gant reluctantly obeyed, but the visual reward was well worth it. Miles leaned back on his desk, seductively spreading his legs and lifting his hips. Gant leaned downward to observe closely.
"I'm so tender down here," the prosecutor admitted hotly, "see what you've done to me?"
The vulgar view pleased his captor greatly: Miles' full erection and that battered hole with its obscenely pink, swollen rim. The prosecutor's fingers slithered to his own passage and slipped inside, the cool lubricant making him shudder. It actually soothed his sore flesh nicely.
Gant smirked at the sight, "You're beautiful, Worthy."
The police chief would have loved watching Edgeworth work himself but the hunger was consuming him. He stepped forward to reclaim that lovely body, only to be stopped by the prosecutor's palm.
"Sit on the desk," the younger man insisted.
Damon, again, obeyed, curious about Miles' intentions.
The sultry prosecutor straddled the older man, pressing his erection into Gant's. He slid a hand across that fantastic chest before kissing and nibbling at the larger man's lips. Edgeworth planted his feet on the desk, wrapped his arms about Gant's neck, and bent his knees so his rump hovered over the other's heavy prick.
Damon knew that was his cue but he couldn't resist taking another minute to exchange licks and kisses with the prosecutor. When Miles realized the older man was stalling, he whispered: "Do you not want me on top? I will not disappoint."
Damon chuckled softly, reaching for his thick member to direct it toward the other's slickened hole.
"I know you won't, Miles."
The silver-haired beauty kept one arm about Damon's neck for balance, but spared a hand to help hold himself open as he lowered himself onto that eager shaft. Miles took in a few inches before pausing, gritting his teeth. Even with the lubrication his passage was struggling to oblige the invader.
"Take your time," Gant instructed ... though in truth he was having a difficult time restraining himself from thrust upward. He admired the younger man's handsome face, thinking how much nicer his pale-skinned obsession was to look at without his standard sneer or hateful eyes.
Edgeworth's eyes clenched shut. He took in a soft breath and slammed himself downward.
Damon snorted, hands squeezing those hips.
The prosecutor felt full, dizzy, but willed through the discomfort and started impaling himself on Gant's tool over and over. As the overstretched sensation shifted toward pleasure, his pace quickened. Hearing the change in Damon's breathing only encouraged him to work that tool even harder ...
Gant had never experienced this sexual side of Edgeworth before, this energy ... The silver-haired man was formidably stronger than the vast majority of his previous partners. He began grunting as the prosecutor bounced against his body, that overworked hole squeezing him wonderfully. What delicious vigor. Gant lost track of time, as though the only thing that existed in the world was the delectable rhythm of his skilled partner's hips. The police chief struggled not to cum just yet.
Suddenly, Edgeworth stilled in his lap, that dick fully implanted in him.
Gant opened his eyes to see a cocky smirk on the younger man. "You're about to burst, aren't you?" He eased off that dick an inch, and twisted his body ever-so-slightly. "Have I tamed the beast?"
"What a tease," Gant chuckled, placing his hands on Edgeworth's rump and effortlessly hoisting the prosecutor upward. He did treasure the look of surprise on that pretty face. "What are you? 160 lbs or so? Mostly lean muscle, I'd assume." as he ventured to the closest wall, pressing the other's back against it. "I've plenty of fight left, my naughty prosecutor."
Miles groaned as the powerful man began pumping into him. He had never been taken upward like this ... That strength was such a turn on. If their relationship hadn't devolved into an abusive, chaotic mess, he would have loved to experience the full benefits of Gant's prowess. The deep reaming stole his breath, made his body hot with pleasure. In this cramped position, Edgeworth couldn't contribute to the pace; He was simply the receptacle of Damon's supreme lust.
Having control of the pace helped the older man stave off his own orgasm. Gant obsesrved his gorgeous partner. The frustration on that face, the breaths ... He liked the thought of milking out this sexual encounter, just so he could watch the looks of pleasure he brought to the other's face. Even in this position, Damon managed long, masterful strokes.
"Ah ... Ah!" Edgeworth found himself unable to control his body. His lips opened to speak but all that came out was moans. His legs were wrapped firmly about the police chief's torso and his arms snaked tightly around that tanned neck. He felt prejism leak from his erection ...
Those silver eyes opened slightly to notice Damon's extremely satisfied smirk. He couldn't allow this ...
"I-I ... "
"Yes, Miles?"
"The ... Couch."
Damon obeyed yet again, securing a strong grip on the prosecutor before carrying toward the couch and dropping him onto it. He watched, breathless, as his lusty partner moved into position ... down on all fours with his hips raised upward and legs spread, expectantly.
I've dreamed of this, Miles ...
He surged toward that lovely body. The older man didn't think he could so intensely miss a body after only being separated from it for six seconds.
All dreams should be like this ...
He moved behind the prosecutor, pressing his pulsing tool into that tender little hole. A growl escaped him as Edgeworth moaned. It was too good ... too good.
Always this ...
Gant jammed forward, over and over, with no discernible rhythm. The frustration and need visible in his movements.
The new position allowed Edgeworth to contribute to their mutual deepening pleasure. He bounced on that tool wildly, pushing back into the frenzied police chief for the anticipatory slap of Gant's pelvis into his rear. He kept alternating between holding his breath and panting deeply, heart beating wildly. Miles clutched the arm of the sofa to help sustain the force of Gant's movements, toes and fingers curling from the piercing ecstasy. Gasps and whimpers escaping his lips as his hole accepted those heavy plunges. He was sore and trembling but the undeniable sparks of pleasure radiated throughout his body.
It was chaotic, animalistic, desperate. Sweat was saturating their skins. The pace ongoing, erratic, kinetic. Gant was growling and groaning, forgetting everything but this pleasure. Luckily, having already experienced multiple orgasms this day allowed him to prolong this incredible union. It was destroying him and saving him simultaneously. He felt dizzy at times, felt like his mind would abandon his uncontrollable body, but Edgeworth's enraptured cries rooted him. The older man felt ... complete.
"God ... !" The prosecutor barely breathed out.
Gant heard the the luscious beauty's cry and pants. Gant saw a small line of drool escape that corner of Edgeworth's mouth, saw the way those fingers clutched and curled. The visual stimuli sent him over the edge. With a full-body shudder he leaned downward, his rigid prick bursting deep inside that body. Damon pulled his trembling partner to him, hand snaking about to clumsily grab at Miles' erection.
It was too much for Miles. The cum filling his passage, Gant pulling him upward and touching him. The pleasure consumed him; He came in Damon's grasp.
Let me keep this dream ...
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March 29, 1:42 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
Somehow their tangle of body parts ended up with Damon lying flat on his back on the sofa with Miles laying on his chest. Edgeworth suspected Gant forced the position, but truly he could not remember how it happened. Both men were still in a state of recovery, attempting to control their breaths and still their hearts.
Gant was so comically large that he didn't really fit on the sofa in this position; His left leg dangled off the edge of the sofa,bent at the knee so he could plant his foot on the floor.
Damon's calloused hand found a place on the prosecutor's back, massaging lightly. His eyes aimed at the ceiling. Edgeworth, conversely, stared at his bookshelf as he laid on top of the other's tanned body. For a long time they stayed there, listening to each other's breathing.
...
They dared to look at each other.
Was it all to please me? Was any of it real?
Gant opened his mouth to ask, but Edgeworth shook his head, wishing for silence. He didn't want to speak toGant, he didn't want to speak about it, he didn't want to admit or deny anything.
Their eyes, however, spoke volumes. From Gant's: Awe, desperation, need. From Edgeworth's: Confusion, frustration.
It had certianly been an amazing union. Miles was trying to mentally deny it, but couldn't ... They each knew. Both had felt it. The electricity had been very real ...
Gant chuckled softly before admitting: "You're my equal."
Miles turned away as his breathing finally normalized, trying to control the inner terror and shame he felt over what they had just given each other. He hoped the police chief would let the conversation die there. But Gant's free hand reached for that slender jaw, gently bringing their eyes back together.
"I belong with you ... to you, whether you'll have me or not," he paused, letting his admission marinate in Edgeworth's mind ... though he had to believe the prosecutor already knew.
"Say you're mine," Damon insisted for the last time.
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"As much as I'd like to pretend one fantastic fuck can erase hours of sexual and emotional abuse, No, Gant ... " his eyes and tone composed of steel, "Never."
Gant sighed, smirking. Can't say he didn't try. He released the other's chin and watched those eyes flicker toward the clock.
1:55 ...
Miles' heart jumped, but he calmed himself. Gumshoe certainly had a tendency to be late ...
"I need to make that phonecall," he announced, attempting to remove himself from Gant.
"Wait a sec, wait a sec," the older man said softly, lightly grabbing the other, "I have two apologies to make."
Miles arched a brow skeptically. He didn't have any time for insincere bullshit ...
"The first is: I'm sorry I didn't initiate our ... arrangement, as though we were equals."
"I have to make this call Gant ... "
"Secondly, I deeply, deeply apologize about what I'm going to do ... " as his 'light hold' of the prosecutor evolved into a tight grip, "to your visitor."
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March 29, 1:55 PM
Prosecution's Office Building
Gumshoe remembered Edgeworth's favorite: black tea.
The detective had always preferred coffee, with two sugars and two creams, himself.
He found himself kind of happy. Sure, a part of him knew that Wright and Edgeworth had something going on, and in no way he wanted to interfere with that, however ...
Things felt a little different, after taking Edgeworth in for a week.
Well, hell, even a 'just friends' thing ... That was fine. He thought the world of Miles, regardless. And he liked Phoenix, too. The spikey-haired loon always meant well.
He approached Edgeworth's door and heard some shuffling on the other side of it.
Gumshoe thought nothing of it.
He checked his watch. Four minutes early! He bet Miles would be surprised.
With one hand holding the to-go carrier for their drinks, he knocked on the door and announced jovially: "Special delivery!"
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March 29, 1:56 PM
Prosecutor Edgeworth's Office
Knock, knock.
It all happened so fast.
"Special delivery!" from beyond the office door.
Mm? Is that Gumshoe's voice ...
"Gum-Ah!" Edgeworth struggled against Damon in vain and within seconds was pinned on his own desk, a large, rough hand squeezing his neck unabashedly. Though he had managed out enough to confirm Damon's suspicion. The police chief cursed mentally. He may have approached this situation differently if he had known it was Gumshoe, of all people, knocking on his obsession's door. There really hadn't been much time to dwell on the identity of Edgeworth's mysterious visitor ...
Miles watched, agonized, as Gant reached inside the dufflebag that had remained on his desk ...
"Gumshoe! Gun! Run!-" before Damon's single hand began aggressively choking him.
Gant turned toward the doorway, and imagined the poor detective's silhouette on the other side of the door.
He heard Gumshoe on the other side: "Hey, what was that? Is everything ok?"
Let's see ... a little over 5 feet, 11 inches tall ... about two-hundred pounds ...
Those shoulders .. about a 20-inch width
The brute felt Miles trying to squirm and kick at him, but the actions barely budged him.
He aimed as he heard the door handle begin to twist.
"Got ya," Damon smirked.
He fired two shots.
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March 29, 1:56 PM
Prosecution's Office Building
He had heard Edgeworth's voice couldn't quite make out the words.
"Hey what was that? Is everything ok?"
With no immediate answer, he reached for the door knob and twisted it ...
Time seemed to slow down some.
As he pushed the door he heard two loud, familiar sounds, saw the appearance of two holes in the door ... one on the upper right side of it, the other on the lower left.
A gun?
Gumshoe felt compelled to continue opening the door. Though moving suddenly seemed a lot more difficult. He also swore he could hear his own heart beat, but that didn't make any sense. Did it?
"Miles ... " He called out.
Was that his boss? Naked? ... Leaning over, Edgeworth ... ? Odd ... very odd.
Aw. Edgeworth looked glum. And in pain. He wondered why.
"Hey pal ... are you ... hurting him?"
Why was he talking funny? Gumshoe felt so confused, but he knew for certain he didn't like the idea of someone hurting Edgeworth.
"I do apologize, detective. I had been hoping for someone else," Gant declared, holding a gun.
Hey, that's the gun!
"Don't ... hurt ... I promised ... " But he was having trouble focusing on the prosecutor ...
Gumshoe dropped the drink-carrier as he looked down to see the bloodstains in his clothes.
Ah shit ...
He was suddenly feeling very, very dizzy.
Distantly Gumshoe heard Edgeworth call out to him as he fell to his knees, slumping against the door frame.

Author's Note: ... ;.; Im totally gonna make a one-shot involving Gumshoe/Edgeworth someday, as a sort of tribute to his role in this fic.
Sorry to Phoenix fans, I promise you'll see him next chapter.
Reviews, as always, are very much appreciated and inspiring! I very much thrive off feedback. Let me know if I was at all effective. Hope to not disappoint you all with the next chapter!
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