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fic: Like A Hangover, But Better
Title: Like A Hangover, But Better
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Apollo/Klavier, in that order.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1273
Author's note: kink meme: Apollo/Klavier, a sleepy Klavier interrupts Apollo making breakfast.![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
seta_suzume bought me for fandom_aid's Somalia famine round, and I also figured it was a good way to top off just finishing AJ today~
It was a real trick finding his way in a different kitchen. Klavier's looked like something out of a futuristic sci-fi movie, all metal and modern lines, with a really large sound system hooked up on the metal island in the middle of the wood flooring. He peered into cabinents trying to find what he needed, feeling rather voyeuristic as he witnessed rows of identical shot glasses, crystal plates which probably cost more than his last earnings in court, and a fridge filled with bizarre things like wheatgrass.
Luckily, there were the basics he'd had the foresight to buy the night before when Klavier had gotten a call which had gone on and on from the prosecutor's office. He'd even picked up some condoms then, and let me tell you what, they came in handy.
Apollo was nothing if not prepared. At least for this meal, that was.
Apollo knew how to make about seven things in the kitchen–three of them being variations on egg dishes–but that didn't stop Mr. Wright and Trucy from turning him into their personal fry cook. Except, for once, it'd been his idea. He'd seen Klavier without his coffee and it was not a pretty sight. Mr. Wright had muttered something about it being a 'blast from the past' but Apollo didn't quite get it. What, did Mr. Wright face off against some coffee-crazed prosecutor or something?
Anyways, he was determined to knock Klavier's socks off. Even if he'd had fancy smancy European food, he'd never dined in Café Apollo, and that meant he hadn't lived yet, not really. Or at least that's what Trucy was always saying, though whether she was teasing him, he could've be sure.
He was just flipping over the healthy, turkey bacon he had to pay extra for so Klavier wouldn't have a hissy fit about fat content when he felt pressure. Klavier put his arms about Apollo's waist and rested his head on Apollo's shoulder.
"Herr Forehead," he murmured, and nuzzled close to his neck.
"Did you forget my real name already? You sure were screaming it last night," Apollo said, a bit smugly.
Klavier groaned, and leaned in to kiss his neck. "I think I forgot my own name for a while there last night," he murmured.
"Thought so," Apollo said rather smugly. He was more than a little proud of himself today, and a little tempted to yell I topped the fuck out of Klavier Gavin, and I liked it during his next Chords of Steel practice.
But Old Mrs. Lindley down the ways was already pretty ticked about his Chords of Steel practice making her cat freak out and waking her up. He didn't think bragging about topping a prosecutor and ex-rockstar would help matters.
"It smells good," Klavier murmured. His voice was distracting, intoxicating. Apollo would never admit it to him, but his poor opinion of the Gavinners was because of the blaring guitar and lame lyrics, not Klavier's voice.
"Well it should, considering how much it cost. I used your credit card, by the way," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled. "You're a thief now, Herr Justice?"
"Nope. Though Trucy does have a habit of making things disappear. Which is how I found it in the first place. Actually, I was going to return it to you, but when I was shopping for food, I figured if you wanted high quality stuff, you'd have to pay for it. Because of course you'd be complaining that the coffee wasn't foamy enough or something," Apollo said.
"Well, I'll forgive this indiscretion this time, Herr Justice, but I assure that next time you'll be thoroughly...punished."
He turned off the bacon, which was just crispy enough, and shifted in Klavier's embrace, so he could look at him. Honestly? As much as he was for not admitting it, Klavier Gavin was a damn sexy man. Even with the hint of a stubble, unshowered and wearing silk black boxers, he looked amazing. He had licked all of Klavier's tanned skin last night, sucked him and then taken him with enough force to leave bruises. It'd been a real thorough fucking, but when you needed a job done, Justice was your man.
This job simply involved Blowing. Among other things. And other varieties of jobs.
He blushed, despite himself. And it wasn't just the thought of last night, but him trying to picture Klavier in a court room and only coming up with images of Klavier gorgeous and pushed over the desk while Apollo gave him the fucking of his life while the audience and the judge watched on. He tried to think of evidence, cases, baseball to no avail. His mind was very focused on Klavier and nudity and it was getting really hard to think of other things without that colliding somehow.
"I didn't take you for the blushing virginal type, Herr Justice. In fact, I didn't take you for the virginal type at all, especially after last night."
"T-This is going to kind of complicate things now," Apollo said.
"You just realized this now, Herr Justice?" Klavier asked in amusement.
Apollo ducked down. It only gave him a very nice view of Klavier's pecs. His wank bank was pretty much filled for life at this point.
"Could you at least button up your shirt while you're prosecuting? Preferably up to your neck?"
Klavier broke out laughing at this. "Oh, Herr Justice. My rockstar good looks aren't just for show, you know! Dazzling the opponent is half of my game."
Damn him and his extremely lickable neck.
"I am going to submit an official petition that you can only prosecute in a nun's habit," Apollo said, his voice raising an octave in irritation.
"Do I dazzle you that much, Herr Justice?" Klavier murmured. He crooked his fingers into the loopholes of Apollo's red pajama bottoms and pulled him even closer.
"Objection! A young adult book, really? One which Trucy is currently dragging me through with her, I might add."
"What can I say? I couldn't resist," Klavier said, this time gripping his hands at the collar of Apollo's old white t-shirt. "...like many other things."
Apollo was glad he'd waited to cook the eggs–as they'd get rubbery when they were left too long–and turned off the bacon. He'd even had the foresight to turn off his cell phone, so if Trucy needed milk, she'd just have to get it herself. There were no cases scheduled this morning for either of them.'
A morning like this might as well have been a vacation, considering how little free time they had.
So he savored the moment, seized the day–among other things–and lingered in the kiss that followed him being pushed into that damn uncomfortable counter. Klavier was solid, warm and aggressive in his kissing, though Apollo was hardly a cold fish either, when it came to kisses.
He broke away and Apollo's knees were turning to water (Fuck he was a good kisser). Klavier stroked his cheek, his gaze intense, and so easy to read that he wouldn't even need Perceive to guess what Klavier had on his mind.
"We've got all the time in the world for breakfast, ja?"
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Apollo/Klavier, in that order.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1273
Author's note: kink meme: Apollo/Klavier, a sleepy Klavier interrupts Apollo making breakfast.
seta_suzume bought me for fandom_aid's Somalia famine round, and I also figured it was a good way to top off just finishing AJ today~It was a real trick finding his way in a different kitchen. Klavier's looked like something out of a futuristic sci-fi movie, all metal and modern lines, with a really large sound system hooked up on the metal island in the middle of the wood flooring. He peered into cabinents trying to find what he needed, feeling rather voyeuristic as he witnessed rows of identical shot glasses, crystal plates which probably cost more than his last earnings in court, and a fridge filled with bizarre things like wheatgrass.
Luckily, there were the basics he'd had the foresight to buy the night before when Klavier had gotten a call which had gone on and on from the prosecutor's office. He'd even picked up some condoms then, and let me tell you what, they came in handy.
Apollo was nothing if not prepared. At least for this meal, that was.
Apollo knew how to make about seven things in the kitchen–three of them being variations on egg dishes–but that didn't stop Mr. Wright and Trucy from turning him into their personal fry cook. Except, for once, it'd been his idea. He'd seen Klavier without his coffee and it was not a pretty sight. Mr. Wright had muttered something about it being a 'blast from the past' but Apollo didn't quite get it. What, did Mr. Wright face off against some coffee-crazed prosecutor or something?
Anyways, he was determined to knock Klavier's socks off. Even if he'd had fancy smancy European food, he'd never dined in Café Apollo, and that meant he hadn't lived yet, not really. Or at least that's what Trucy was always saying, though whether she was teasing him, he could've be sure.
He was just flipping over the healthy, turkey bacon he had to pay extra for so Klavier wouldn't have a hissy fit about fat content when he felt pressure. Klavier put his arms about Apollo's waist and rested his head on Apollo's shoulder.
"Herr Forehead," he murmured, and nuzzled close to his neck.
"Did you forget my real name already? You sure were screaming it last night," Apollo said, a bit smugly.
Klavier groaned, and leaned in to kiss his neck. "I think I forgot my own name for a while there last night," he murmured.
"Thought so," Apollo said rather smugly. He was more than a little proud of himself today, and a little tempted to yell I topped the fuck out of Klavier Gavin, and I liked it during his next Chords of Steel practice.
But Old Mrs. Lindley down the ways was already pretty ticked about his Chords of Steel practice making her cat freak out and waking her up. He didn't think bragging about topping a prosecutor and ex-rockstar would help matters.
"It smells good," Klavier murmured. His voice was distracting, intoxicating. Apollo would never admit it to him, but his poor opinion of the Gavinners was because of the blaring guitar and lame lyrics, not Klavier's voice.
"Well it should, considering how much it cost. I used your credit card, by the way," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled. "You're a thief now, Herr Justice?"
"Nope. Though Trucy does have a habit of making things disappear. Which is how I found it in the first place. Actually, I was going to return it to you, but when I was shopping for food, I figured if you wanted high quality stuff, you'd have to pay for it. Because of course you'd be complaining that the coffee wasn't foamy enough or something," Apollo said.
"Well, I'll forgive this indiscretion this time, Herr Justice, but I assure that next time you'll be thoroughly...punished."
He turned off the bacon, which was just crispy enough, and shifted in Klavier's embrace, so he could look at him. Honestly? As much as he was for not admitting it, Klavier Gavin was a damn sexy man. Even with the hint of a stubble, unshowered and wearing silk black boxers, he looked amazing. He had licked all of Klavier's tanned skin last night, sucked him and then taken him with enough force to leave bruises. It'd been a real thorough fucking, but when you needed a job done, Justice was your man.
This job simply involved Blowing. Among other things. And other varieties of jobs.
He blushed, despite himself. And it wasn't just the thought of last night, but him trying to picture Klavier in a court room and only coming up with images of Klavier gorgeous and pushed over the desk while Apollo gave him the fucking of his life while the audience and the judge watched on. He tried to think of evidence, cases, baseball to no avail. His mind was very focused on Klavier and nudity and it was getting really hard to think of other things without that colliding somehow.
"I didn't take you for the blushing virginal type, Herr Justice. In fact, I didn't take you for the virginal type at all, especially after last night."
"T-This is going to kind of complicate things now," Apollo said.
"You just realized this now, Herr Justice?" Klavier asked in amusement.
Apollo ducked down. It only gave him a very nice view of Klavier's pecs. His wank bank was pretty much filled for life at this point.
"Could you at least button up your shirt while you're prosecuting? Preferably up to your neck?"
Klavier broke out laughing at this. "Oh, Herr Justice. My rockstar good looks aren't just for show, you know! Dazzling the opponent is half of my game."
Damn him and his extremely lickable neck.
"I am going to submit an official petition that you can only prosecute in a nun's habit," Apollo said, his voice raising an octave in irritation.
"Do I dazzle you that much, Herr Justice?" Klavier murmured. He crooked his fingers into the loopholes of Apollo's red pajama bottoms and pulled him even closer.
"Objection! A young adult book, really? One which Trucy is currently dragging me through with her, I might add."
"What can I say? I couldn't resist," Klavier said, this time gripping his hands at the collar of Apollo's old white t-shirt. "...like many other things."
Apollo was glad he'd waited to cook the eggs–as they'd get rubbery when they were left too long–and turned off the bacon. He'd even had the foresight to turn off his cell phone, so if Trucy needed milk, she'd just have to get it herself. There were no cases scheduled this morning for either of them.'
A morning like this might as well have been a vacation, considering how little free time they had.
So he savored the moment, seized the day–among other things–and lingered in the kiss that followed him being pushed into that damn uncomfortable counter. Klavier was solid, warm and aggressive in his kissing, though Apollo was hardly a cold fish either, when it came to kisses.
He broke away and Apollo's knees were turning to water (Fuck he was a good kisser). Klavier stroked his cheek, his gaze intense, and so easy to read that he wouldn't even need Perceive to guess what Klavier had on his mind.
"We've got all the time in the world for breakfast, ja?"