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Elevators And Other Cruelties	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 3020 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Elevators And Other Cruelties
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August 23, 12:43 PM
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building's Parking Lot
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Tokyo's government building was an exquisite construct sight. To an extent, Edgeworth truly admired the unique symmetry of the gorgeous architecture. However, the tallness of it was ... extremely upsetting to him.
"You'll like Governor Ushijima, Worthy," Damon promised as they approached the government building, "he's a valued personal friend of mine. Very charismatic."
"I'm always concerned with the charisma levels of murder suspects," Edgeworth retorted mockingly. Murderers and tall buildings tend to put him in a bad mood.
Gant chuckled softly.
"Once you speak to him, I think your suspicions regarding Miranda's murder will change."
"I think not, considering the piles of evidence pointing to him and Shiloh's testimony. I do very much wonder why he hasn't been taken into custody yet ... I don't suppose it has anything to do with your 'friendship status' with him," Miles accused sharply.
"He has a fantastic job, a beautiful wife and a loving daughter," Gant reasoned, eyeing the bold prosecutor, "You'd think he'd toss all that aside to murder a prostitute?"
"It's too late for him to adjust his life's priorities. Shiloh's trial is Thursday. Shiloh will publicly implicate Ushijima , and I trust you will fulfill your legal duty when this happens."
"Of course," the police chief responded smoothly.
Edgeworth stopped several feet before the entrance door of the massive building. The older man moved to an entrance door and held it open for the frozen beauty.
A fear of heights, perhaps? Gant mused with a smirk, watching Edgeworth. Those silver eyes were aimed upward, examining the government building with visible apprehension. The police chief briefly wondered if Edgeworth was trying to estimate the exact height of the building ...
"Where are we meeting him, again?" Miles asked softly, trying to wrap his mind around why he agreed to this ridiculous little lunch date with a probable murderer and the extremely agitating police chief. This building was at least forty-stories tall ...
"The observation deck, on the forty-fifth floor ... " Gant answered casually. He was beginning to think he may get more enjoyment out of this meeting then he originally perceived.
"Hm."
"Shall we?" Gant urged merrily, still holding the door open. It'd be such a pity if Edgeworth lost his nerve here.
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August 23, 12:48 PM
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building - Ground Floor
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"Edgeworth?" Incredulously, as he watched the prosecutor beeline for the stairwell, "You can't be serious."
Miles stopped.
Ah, a fear of elevators. Makes sense given his history ... Gant realized, smirking a bit.
"You're funny, Worthy," the jovial police chief mocked gently, "A hike up forty-five flights of stairs would likely take at least an hour. Let's use the elevator; we don't want to be late."
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August 23, 12:50 PM
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building - Elevator 3
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Gant eyed the other, smiling brightly. The conflict was visible; Edgeworth's efforts to maintain composure struggled to subdue his obvious inner-turmoil. The prosecutor's hands were clenched tightly, his breathing slightly quickened, his eyes were locked on the lights of the elevator's floor indicator: 5 ... 6 ... 7 ...
"Is something ... wrong, Worthy?" Gant found himself thoroughly enjoying the prosecutor's discomfort. Such a twist from the fierce, unflappable prosecutor he was used to dealing with.
Edgeworth opened his mouth to spout out an insult, but no words were formed.
14, 15 ,16 ...
"You look so ... tense ... "
The prosecutor took a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He forced himself not to think, not to remember. He was an adult now, after all, not the helpless child he used to be ...
20, 21, 22 ...
Gant began to whistle a nameless tune, hands clasping behind his back.
27, 28, 29 ...
Faster ... Edgeworth pleaded to the sluggish elevator gods.
31, 32 ...
The next moment surprised both men: an amusing surprise for Gant, a torturous surprise for Miles. The elevator jolted and stopped. It's light flickered. They both looked upward, Damon curious and Miles wide-eyed, as though the ceiling could explain the elevator's malfunction.
"Oh, my," The police chief murmured, "we're stuck."
It took every ounce of Gant's self-control not to burst out into a ridiculous, full-bellied laugh when Miles shrunk into the corner of the elevator.
"Oh, god ... " Edgeworth's panic began to escalate to a wild level.
"Hmm. We're going to be late," Gant remarked casually, glancing at his watch. He briefly wondered if this sudden stoppage would be a temporary or long-term inconvenience ... with a strong preference for the latter option. Damon took care not to look at the younger man just yet.
"I-I ... " Edgeworth's breathing turned rapid within seconds.
He saw his father. He saw his father crying. He saw his father screaming. There were tears and pain and accusations and darkness. He heard the gunshot. The gunshot that had killed his father. Over, and over, and over. He wanted to take it all back, he wanted to apologize, he wanted to die ...
"It's warm in here, isn't it?" Gant remarked softly, removing his glasses and tie before unbuttoning his bright orange suit jacket.
The sound of that haphazard respiration produced a hidden smirk on the police chief. The tormented prosecutor was now gasping, his lungs suddenly struggling. The audible distress finally encouraged Gant to turn toward the panicking prosecutor.
"Goodness, Edgeworth ... You look like you're about to collapse," Gant announced, feigning concern. He took a step toward the cornered man.
Damon, unwittingly, had just revealed the one item that could make this situation worse for the terrified lawyer: a gun in his shoulder holster. Several erratic elevator-related fantasies plagued Edgeworth at once.
Miles was shooting his father over and over as his father was begging for mercy ...
Gant and Miles were arguing. Gant drew his gun and begun swinging it around in a rage, threatening to kill him ...
Miles and Gant were fighting over the gun, but Gant was far stronger ...
"Edgeworth ... " The police chief stated firmly, trying to summon Miles away from his state of hysteria.
Miles pulled the gun out of the unsuspecting Gant's shoulder holster and shot him ...
Miles pulled the gun out of the unsuspecting Gant's shoulder holster and shot himself ...
A tiny part of the prosecutor knew these dark fears were impossible or irrational, but his overwhelming panic couldn't be stopped. That trembling hand touched his own chest as Miles' heart adopted an absurdly fast, irregular rhythm. In this state of delirium, he decided they were all about to die, including his father, who had already been dead for years ...
"Worthy, Worthy, Worthy ... " As Damon moved within inches of the prosecutor, plopping his orange suit jacket on the floor, "You've lost your mind." Truly, he couldn't help but find the younger man's panic-stricken state to be rather ... arousing. He briefly wondered if he could make the silver-haired man quiver the way elevators could. Edgeworth looked so miserably helpless and, well, beautiful ... combined with the fact that Damon's frame was large enough to keep Miles' trapped in the corner of this marvelously unreliable elevator ... the situation was completely irresistible. Gant couldn't help himself from smirking a little.
Still ... Miles having a heart attack or some kind of metabolic breakdown here would be most ... unfortunate. Edgeworth's chest was heaving at this point. Time to create a distraction for the troubled lawyer. Gant lifted his right hand before those widened silver eyes and removed the leather glove from it.
Edgeworth was unable to protest, question or resist when Gant's still-gloved left hand cupped his face and neck to hold him still. With his bare hand, he moved to press two fingers into that pale neck, feeling that chaotic heart rate. He began silently counting ...
"Tsk, tsk ... Somewhere in the one-fifties? Maybe even higher. Not good, Edgeworth. You're much too young for heart palpitations ... "
Yes, Edgeworth had felt it ... his heart's awkward shudder inside his chest.
"Look at me, Miles," as Gant stroked that cheek with his thumb. Edgeworth managed to obey ... focusing on Damon's dark green eyes. "You're hyperventilating; it cannot continue ... " an ungloved finger traced across Edgeworth's trembling lips ... imagining what they'd be like in more erotic situations, "It'll turn your blood into poison."
Gant had to keep reminding himself he was supposed to be helping the poor little lawyer ... but taunting him was just ridiculously fun. He gently removed the prosecutor's ridiculous cravat and tossed it on the floor, maintaining eye contact with Edgeworth.
"On the count of three, breathe with me. One, two ... "
Gant made a show of breathing deeply and exhaling slowly.
"One, two ... "
Edgeworth, to his credit, was attempting to follow those instructions and breathe in time with Damon ... but the efforts were weak and fruitless. The flustered lawyer was growing dizzy, now ... but perhaps passing out would keep his heart from exploding.
"One, two ... "
Damon gave up. The prosecutor was starting to look terrible. Paler than usual, sweating, chest spasming ...
"Well, I certainly cannot allow you to remain like this ... " Gant decided, with something a little dark in his voice as his ungloved hand began to venture downward, "It would be a breach of ... civic duty, not to do all that I can to assist you."
Damon's hand stopped at Edgeworth's pants. He tugged at the rim of the prosecutor's pants playfully and saw a flicker of confusion in those odd-colored eyes.
"You're beautiful, you know," as he began to unbutton those pants, "Your presence at the police station always causes a disturbance ... So many officers and detectives pause to stare at you. Even ones who have wives," he groped for Edgeworth's zipper and unfastened it, "I'd scold them ... if I wasn't staring myself."
Gant yanked those pants and boxer-briefs downward, before spitting into his bare hand. Never once did he look away from Edgeworth's eyes.
Damon gripped Edgeworth's shaft with the fingers of both hands. The touch proved to be a tantalizing combination: Saliva, leather and skin. Damon was stroking that member, switching between the gloved touch of his left hand and the bare touch of his right.
Miles' pattern of desperate gasps wavered slightly, looking into those amused green eyes. The shaky hand that he had on his own chest moved to grab at Gant's dress-shirt.
"Wha ... What ... " Edgeworth stammered.
"Are you returning to me, Worthy?" Gant inquired huskily. The smug police chief alternated between squeezing, caressing and jerking that swelling prick. His bare touch moved to lightly pinch Miles' thigh before gently squeezing Edgeworth's testicles in his palm as his leather-encased hand pulled at the length of that dick.
The sensual distraction seemed to be working; Miles' breathing was calming some.
"I've imagined various erotic scenarios with you, beautiful," as he finally broke their eye contact to observe Edgeworth's stiffened prick in his hands, "I must say the real experience exceeds the fantasy. Now," he freed a hand to pry Edgeworth's fierce grip off his dress-shirt, planting a quick kiss on the soft palm, "If you'll excuse me."
Damon smirked sexily at the confused but aroused prosecutor. He knelt downward before him, winked at the silver eyes that followed his motions, and began licking at the head of that pinkened, strained cock. After several licks, he blew air softly on the saliva-coated flesh, producing a sensual tingle for the prosecutor.
He chuckled softly, when Miles managed enough control to move both of his hands onto Damon's muscular shoulders.
"Beautiful, beautiful Worthy ... " he rolled those testicles in his palm as he moved forward to wrap his lips around Edgeworth's erection. Wasting no time, he took that dick fully into his mouth.
"Oh ... " Edgeworth sighed, deeply. He was now able to concentrate on this ... situation. Awkward, but ... incredibly hot. Gant's mouth was a lot more tolerable with a dick in it, he decided.
Damon's lips squeezed that cock snuggly, tongue slithering along the base of it. He began moving, aiming the shaft upward so that cocktip would press along the roof of his mouth, forcing a moan from the stunned prosecutor. Gant's leather-covered fingers squeezed at the base of that prick while bare fingers continuing to fondle Edgeworth's sac.
Miles was watching, the visual stimuli further pulling him from the excessive fear he had been suffering through earlier. Something about his pale flesh disappearing into that tanned mouth made the image so hot it sizzled. He found himself moaning softly, his heart rate still high but not at the ridiculous pace it was earlier.
Gant was so skilled ... A part of Edgeworth wanted to hold out longer so he could further enjoy Damon's sexual technique. Gant was pumping along his pulsing flesh, milking him. The older man pulled back just enough to leave that engorged cockhead in his mouth, swirled his tongue about it and sucked playfully, before taking the entirety of that prick back into him.
"I'm ... gonna," Miles whispered, closing his eyes, back arching as he breathed noisily, fingers clenching into Damon's shoulders. Edgeworth endured a full-bodied spasm as he released into the older man's mouth.
Gant swallowed, eagerly.
"I ... " as he watched Damon nurse his softening prick for every drop of cum, "can't believe that worked ... "
"You're welcome," Gant responded when he pulled back from that cock, licking his lips, "You're rather delicious," then he leaned forward to kiss the base of Miles shaft and breathed in, "You smell good, too."
Edgeworth found himself mildly embarrassed by the lewd compliments. The discomfort forced him to lash out.
"I've never thought of you as a lustful being, Gant," voice lightly mocking the other, "Perhaps due to the age gap."
"So unappreciative," Damon accused after Edgeworth's thinly-veiled insult.
Miles jaw tightened, frustrated, as he removed his hands from the police chief's shoulders. The lawyer hadn't exactly consented to all of this ...
Damon, still on his knees, found himself examining Edgeworth's thighs during this silence ... powerful-looking. He could guess why.
"Isn't your office on the twelfth floor of the prosecution building?" He imagined Edgeworth running up twelve flights of stairs every morning ... simply to avoid any elevators. He started massaging the back of Edgeworth's thighs with his palms.
"Damon ... "
"Were you planning on reciprocating me, Edgeworth?" Gant inquired, voice with a certain roughness in it. He stood upward, staying close to the sexy lawyer, those massaging hands moving to Miles' taut rear, "I can't rid myself of the image of your thighs wrapped around me."
The erotic implication made the cornered man a little breathless. Gant's sex appeal was further heightened by Edgeworth's now clear view of the muscular man's partially unbuttoned dress-shirt ... that collarbone hinted at a very powerful frame.
Damon noticed the lusty stare and chuckled.
"Do you wish to see my body?"
No more words were needed. Edgeworth's hands, with a surprising speed and grace, reached to finish unbuttoning that dress-shirt. Damon grabbed Miles' chin, tilting his head upward for a throaty kiss. Edgeworth moaned softly as the other's tongue slipped into him ... he could taste himself in Gant's mouth.
Gant pulled back slightly, to whisper into those lips: "I can make you beg ... "
"Promise?" Edgeworth taunted breathlessly, still fumbling with Gant's buttons. The police chief's grip on him was deliciously rough.
Their needy kissing resumed.
Suddenly, the elevator jerked back to life, causing them both to pause. Damon removed himself from Edgeworth's mouth to utter a curse. Miles smirked at the other's frustration despite his own disappointment at the lost opportunity to undress the well-built police chief.
"Well," Damon smiled bitterly, again finding himself touching Edgeworth's lips with his fingers, "To be continued?"
Miles wondered how he managed to overlook Gant's appeal for so long. Was it that smarmy personality and boisterous behavior that made it so difficult to notice?
"Perhaps."
They both quickly started fixing their clothes.
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Edgeworth stuffed his removed cravat into an inner pocket of his suit jacket, deciding it wasn't worth wearing since it had two wrinkles in it.
"And, Damon, why do you have a gun? You're not on duty," curtly.
"Oh. Being a police chief has certain advantages ... "
"Certain illegal advantages?"
" ... I liked you more when the elevator was stuck."
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August 23, 1:47 PM
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building - Observation Deck Cafe
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The governor was a pitiful-looking man. Out-of-shape, balding. He looked so harmless one wouldnt think him capable of murder.
"Oh? So you want to finish this barrage of lies with an attempt to bribe me?" Edgeworth snarled loudly, standing up from the table. He aimed a piercing glare at governor Ushijima.
Ushijima's face was painted with frustration and bewilderment at the lawyer's aggressive refusal to cooperate. He glanced at Gant, looking for some kind of help ... Damon simply continued eating his curry with that odd little smile, unaffected by it all. He was a whore for curry.
"You're scum, Ushijima. Scum!" slamming his palm on the table theatrically, "While I do lament the shame your family will endure over your twisted actions, the ultimate crime here is that Miranda was returned to her family in a casket! - "
"- Mind passing the pepper?-"
"-You'll pay for this crime! No matter how much money you have or how many friends you try to hide behind. I'll see to it personally that you rot for this! There will be justice."
Several of the cafe's occupants and employees gasped at the shocking display. Ushijima sat there, stunned. Gant was tempted to clap at Edgeworth's performance but figured he was in deep enough trouble with the prosecutor for arranging this little meeting. To be fair, he hadn't expected Ushijima to handle it so clumsily.
"I'm done here." The prosecutor announced, struggling to control his inner fury. He turned sharply, storming out. Did this fool truly believe Miles Edgeworth could be bribed? Had Gant suggested such a pathetic, desperate act to his 'friend'?
Damon rolled his eyes, smirking a little. "Lawyers in this area are so dramatic," with a wink toward Ushijima, before getting up to jog after the fleeing Edgeworth.
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August 23, 1:53 PM
Tokyo Metropolitan Government Building - Observation Deck
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Gant managed to catch up with Edgeworth just outside the stairwell.
"Oh, you didn't want to take the elevator?" More than a little disappointed.
Edgeworth ignored the flirty comment, turning to aim a very potent glare at the police chief.
"Your friend is completely lacking in both charisma and morals. Miranda was only seventeen and he quite clearly murdered her- "
"- Calm yourself, Worthy - "
"- And this little excursion has reminded me why I've never trusted you. He tried to bribe me, Damon. Directly in front of you. This tells me he was very confident you'd turn a blind eye to his illegal activities."
"Edgeworth, we're on the same side," Gant insisted.
Miles snorted.
"Let me apologize in advance, but I have a confession to make."
"Oh let me guess. He's not really your friend, per say, just an acquaintance."
"I used you to try to get a confession out of him," with that trademark smile.
Those silver eyes widened at this revelation.
Gant reached inside his suit jacket's pocket, pulling out a small but expensive tape recorder.
"We are fortunate the laws regarding wiretapping and monitoring conversations in this country are so very ... lax."
The prosecutor mused it over.
"If anyone could have elicited a confession from him, it'd be you," Gant reasoned, "The spawn of Gregory Edgeworth ... the pupil of Manfred Von Karma."
Edgeworth flinched at the statement. He was still sore about the subject of his father, especially considering the fresh batch of nightmares he had experienced in the elevator earlier.
"Ushijima never technically confessed to the murder," Miles pointed out.
"No, but the attempted bribery is certainly incriminating," as he returned the tape recorder to his pocket.
"So. Why didn't you tell me before we entertained him?" Edgeworth certainly didn't like the idea of being used unwittingly.
"I'm not exactly proud of this ... underhanded tactic. I only confess now because I'd rather you think me guileful than criminal," Gant cocked his head to the side, still smiling, before reiterating, "I'll do everything within my power to see Ushijima brought to justice."
Miles stayed silent, observing Damon's oddly perky expression. It was hard to believe he was trying to rip this man's clothes off not even an hour ago ...
As though sensing Edgeworth's mental shift toward their erotic experience earlier, Gant stepped toward him. Miles made no move to escape or resist when leather-bound fingers moved to touch that pale throat.
"I can arrange for a copy of the tape to be sent to your office." A peace-offering.
The prosecutor swallowed before quipping, "Then do so."
Gant was too pleased Edgeworth was allowing the touch to mind the sharp tone. He dared to offer a compliment: "You've a beautiful neck and a stunning jawline. You should really retire that frilly cravat of yours."
"I like my cravat," firmly, before turning back to exit down the stairwell.
Lord ... he really is going to climb down forty-five flights of stairs ... Gant realized, discouraged.
"Edgeworth ... "
The prosecutor paused, listening.
"I'm having a little social gathering tomorrow, at my place. Starts at 5. There will be food and drinks. Various detectives, officers and lawyers have been invited. Including your good friends Gumshoe and ... what was it, Lark?"
"Phoenix," Miles corrected stiffly.
"Yes, Gumshoe and Phoenix will be there. I'd be ... delighted, to have you join us," casually, "bring your swimsuit."
Edgeworth left without responding.
Gant ventured over to the elevators, uninterested in following the stubborn prosecutor's thigh-destroying pilgrimage to the ground floor. He hit the down arrow and waited for the elevator.
In the corner of his eye, he saw Ushijima's form approach him. Gant sighed. No one else was in the immediate area but this was a far too public location for the sort of conversation they were about to have.
"You ... you have to help me. He'll score a conviction on me for sure!" Ushijima mumbled, fearful.
"I warned you he was cunning. You insisted on making your desperate appeal to him," Gant responded evenly.
"You didn't warn me he was incapable of compromise ... !" The governor hissed.
"I wouldn't have arranged for this meeting had I known you'd throw in that pathetic attempt at bribery."
"Gant! I can't go down for this ... !"
"Why not?" Gant inquired mockingly, "You murdered that girl, after all ... "
"Have Lana throw him off the case ... I know you control her," Ushijima demanded, frustration saturating his voice.
"No. I will not interfere with his professional career on your behalf."
Besides, Gant mused with an inward smirk, I have plans for my plucky little prosecutor.
"If I go down, make no mistake that I will gladly drag you down with me," Ushijima snarled fiercely.
This prompted Damon to aim a quietly malevolent glare at the foolish politician. Ushijima grit his teeth, realizing his mistake too late ...
"Be careful, Ushijima," Damon warned icily, "be very careful."
The elevator finally arrived with a chime.
Damon's full-mouth smile returned, "Thank you for lunch, the curry was impeccable. Tell your lovely wife I said hello," before stepping onto the elevator, leaving behind the perturbed governor.
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Author's Note: I originally planned for this fic to be PWP but suddenly plot ideas started getting in the way ... .
I was inspired to write this because I wanted to make a sexier, more clever version of Gant. My version of him in BiaN is absolutely insane and vulgar. I realized based off a number of reviews and conversations that people don't really think much of him as a character.
Anyway, a little encouragement would go a long way for me! Reviews would definitely inspire me to work on Chapter 2 quickly. Sexy pool party, guys ... you know you want! ;D
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