fic: A Need, Not Simply A Want
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bonnefoisTitle: A Need, Not Simply A Want.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2128
Author's note: kink meme: P/E or K/A, extreme urgency for sex. Kink bingo: danger. Technically it's like post-danger, but it's close enough.
Winter holidays:seta_suzume edition!
*
The room was small, generally used for questioning suspects. There was no guard there right now, however, because he wasn't a prisoner. The white tiles were flecked with black, the rest of the room was white. The room was claustrophobically small, with just enough space for the small white table and its folding chairs, and some room to walk in when the detective of the day had to pace and intimidate the suspect.
It was his fifth cup of coffee today, and he didn't even get to practice his Chords of Steel. Mr. Wright seems to find this faintly amusing, but he found a lot of things inexplicably amusing. Apollo could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted something more and it wasn't sleep.
No, it was fucking Klavier Gavin, who has woken up looks fresh and cheerful, even though he got about the same two hours Apollo did. He pulled the coffee cup right out from Apollo's grip and downed it. It was pretty lukewarm by now, though it would've served him right to have burned his tongue.
"Ugh, what is this you're drinking," he muttered, sounding less cheerful than he looked.
"It's called coffee, you should try it sometime," Apollo said.
"Ach, I think some tar got mixed up in the coffee pot," Klavier said. He sighed and set the cup aside.
Usually he was on one side and Klavier was on the other, but this was the biggest case since the Joe Darke killings, and it only happened that Apollo was the most definitive witness they have on the guy. He'd spent hours saying over and over what he saw while Klavier leaned against the desk in his freaking purple leather pants. Which is stupid and distracting because who the hell wears leather pants to an investigation? Klavier fucking Gavin, that's who.
He'd been trying not to stare at the way those stupid pants showed way too much of Klaver's package, contoured and tight and extremely tempting. This of course meant that it came about every other thought that wasn't concentrated on this crazed killer.
Klavier leaned down and grazed his cheek with his slim, tanned fingers, checking out the bandage there.
"Was the correct procedure used, Herr Forehead?"
"You've asked this three times already and yes, I'm fine and Ema made sure the medics got to me–" After she'd put him through the scientific wringer, that was.
Ema was off doing something scientific at the moment, even. Or maybe eating Snakoos, or some combination thereof. Apollo didn't know the investigator that Klavier had got with him. Some big shabby guy, used 'Pal' a lot. He remembered him from the videos of Mr. Wright's old trials. Apparently he was from Prosecutor Edgeworth's side of things.
Klavier got up and leaned in to whisper something to the detective. He handed him the empty coffee cup, and motioned for him to go, and the detective was pretty enthusiastic to go get whatever he asked.. Somehow, Apollo got the feeling he'd been sent off on a donut run and that the guy would be helping himself to some of them.
Klavier left a moment, and returned, a bit of dust and cobwebs in his perfect hair. He brushed them away carelessly, his gaze never leaving Apollo's.
Apollo slammed his fists on the little desk in irritation.
"I've already told you all I know, unless you secretly think I'm a killer–and you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Apollo said tetchily.
"The cameras are off, Herr Justice," Klavier said. "You aren't being interrogated."
"Oh, well it sure feels like I am," Apollo said. He slammed his fist against the white wall, just like Klaver was prone to doing. It stung like a son of a bitch, but it made him feel a bit better.
"This isn't about the case," Klavier said, stepping closer.
"Then what is it about?" Apollo said, taking full advantage of his Chords of Steel to echo around the room. Klavier, having lived a good deal of his life on stage, wasn't bowed by the sheer magnitude of his voice even if it did reverberate like a son of a bitch.
"This," Klavier said evenly. "Is about us."
This caught Apollo off guard. He'd been ready for a barrage of questions, more lineups, or whatever other tortures the law enforcement office had in its quest to ensure he never slept again, but this hadn't even crossed his mind.
Klavier gripped his collar, jerking him closer. He stroked his bandaged cheek again, somehow desperate and rough, and yet very tender. His gaze was so intense, so fixated on him that Apollo felt like his knees might buckle. Suddenly, he had a feeling that Klavier had realized all those accidentally-looking-at-his-package moments which Apollo thought he'd gotten away with. And maybe even all those times he'd spent a little too much time staring at Klavier's neck during court.
It'd be just like him to know all along.
Apollo swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down. They stared each other down a moment, waiting for something. Apollo wasn't sure what, but he did know he was tired of all this waiting. He leaned up (fucking Klavier and his platform leather boots) and forced Klavier to finally kiss him already.
There was a sound like a sigh of relief as Klavier shoved him on the table. His hands bunched up his shirt as they kissed. His tongue delved into Apollo's mouth, and Apollo fought to catch up because he'd be damned if Klavier Gavin got the better of him. Klavier ground against him, hip to hip. Apollo let out a groan of pleasure as Klavier moved to pull his collar down and suck on his neck.
Apollo had never made out with someone who was so handsy and yet efficient. He was tweaking his nipples through the material of his shirt, sucking and nipping at his throat in a way that was sure to leav marks and have Mr. Wright and Trucy commenting, and rubbing their groins together all at once.
And damn if it wasn't amazing. This just in, Klavier Gavin was really good in bed, or tables, if that was the nearest thing you ended up on. He was surprised it even held their combined weight, but it wasn't even shuddered despite all the moving they were doing against each other.
Apollo, never one to simply sit idly ran his hands down Klavier's back and squeeze both cheeks of his fine ass.
"Herr Justice–" Klavier gasped.
"That's my name, don't forget it," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled and went back to nipping at Apollo's neck. He was rubbing them together at a steady pace now, increasing the friction and rubbing their erect cocks together. Apollo moved to tangle his fingers in Klavier's overly gelled and sprayed hair. Even despite the overuse of expensive products–or because of–his hair was silky soft. It gave him a little smug burst of pleasure that he was messing up the great Klavier Gavin's hair and making him a little ruffled. He licked the hollow of Klavier's neck–that same damn neck he had to stare at case after case, wanting to lick and suck and getting so damned distracted.
Klavier moaned, slutty and unrestrained as Apollo bit his neck. He fully intended to leave some revenge marks for all the marks Klavier was leaving on him. Except Klavier would probably take it in stride, because that was just how he was.
He pushed down extra hard, increasing the pace. Apollo wrapped his legs about Klavier's hips, trying to press them tighter together, trying to fight for control.
Klavier felt him up, squeezing, touching, groping and tongue-fucking every part he could reach.
Apollo got the message loud and clear.
His.
Mine.
Klavier Gavin was here.
Property of Klavier Gavin.
He returned said message loud and clear by pushing Klavier's purple rock-star shirt open a little more and biting down hard. Klavier let out an especially loud moan then, as Apollo sucked at the spot right on his perfect pectoral muscles he'd decided would now be Apollo city, population him.
He cupped his cheeks in a surprisingly tender gesture as they coasted out those last minutes before they came. Apollo moved on to colonize the territory of his left shoulder and claim it in the name of Apollo, getting as much leverage in this as he could, as if it were a contest and they'd be judged afterwards by quality of hickeys, groaning and pelvic thrusts by an impartial judging squad after this.
They were laying there, twitching and warm, feeling their muscles relax for what might've been the first time that night. Klavier could not have fit underwear in those pants, not even a thong. He felt a little smug that he'd messed up Klavier's perfect rockstar looks and perfect rockstar clothes.
Klavier sighed and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead that he so liked to mock. It was almost like this was something more than a random fuck or the breaking of unresolved sexual tension after a difficult case. Apollo didn't know what. Didn't want to admit what. But it was there, the purple fabulous elephant in the room.
"Herr Justice," Klavier began. There was a lot of emotion in his voice, though what kind Apollo couldn't quite tell.
He was interrupted as the detective returned, donuts in hand.
"Hey, pal–"
The detective looked blank for a minute, but surprisingly unsurprised considering their current state of dishevelment, or that Klavier was pinning him to the desk and they were both covered in a truly impressive number of hickeys.
"I'll just leave it out here, pal," he said and left quickly without another word.
"He looked pretty nonplussed, considering," Apollo muttered as he tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt.
"I'd expect this wasn't the first time he's walked in on rather...heated discussions," Klavier said, smirking. "He did work for Edgeworth for many years, after all."
"Huh," Apollo said and left it at that. The more he heard about Edgeworth, the more questions it raised. He'd have to ask Mr. Wright sometime.
"Herr Justice," Klavier said.
"Hmm?" Apollo asked, only giving him half of his attention as he tried to figure out what the hell happened to his second button.
"I want you to come to the firing range. I'll see to it that you have free lessons."
"Hey, I made it out fine–" Apollo protested.
Klavier stroked his cheek. "Nein. You barely made it out alive with a madman, and only because your cries for help were so loud, people in China likely heard you."
"You make my Chords of Steel sound so unmanly," Apollo said petulantly.
Klavier chuckled. "I'm sure they'd be great in a concert, ja? But on the street, I'd rather you had a gun to protect you. I'm not sure that you're as unbreakable as Phoenix Wright."
He had a point there. Hanging around the prosecutor's office these days had brought up some old tales about how Mr. Wright had survived some incredible stuff. Eating glass and poison, getting hit by a car, getting tasered and even getting hit by a car. Whatever his secret was, Apollo wasn't sure he knew it or if he'd get out without landing himself in a coma in the process.
"Well, maybe," he conceded.
"I'd teach you personally, if you preferred," Klavier said. It was a sensual purr, and it made Apollo feel like his knees would buckle again.
"You carry a gun?" Apollo asked, feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight again as he thought of Klavier's slim, tanned fingers about the metal of a gun, and the holster casually at his side.
"Of course. I used to keep a bodyguard with the crazed fan, but I decided the best defense was a good offensive and taught myself."
"Fine," Apollo said, with only a little petulance. "I'll do it. But only if you teach me."
Klavier chuckled. "I'd be glad to, Herr Justice."
*
....I have to make a sequel with gunplay now, don't I? Oh dear.
Series: Ace Attorney
Character/Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2128
Author's note: kink meme: P/E or K/A, extreme urgency for sex. Kink bingo: danger. Technically it's like post-danger, but it's close enough.
Winter holidays:
seta_suzume edition!*
The room was small, generally used for questioning suspects. There was no guard there right now, however, because he wasn't a prisoner. The white tiles were flecked with black, the rest of the room was white. The room was claustrophobically small, with just enough space for the small white table and its folding chairs, and some room to walk in when the detective of the day had to pace and intimidate the suspect.
It was his fifth cup of coffee today, and he didn't even get to practice his Chords of Steel. Mr. Wright seems to find this faintly amusing, but he found a lot of things inexplicably amusing. Apollo could barely keep his eyes open, but he wanted something more and it wasn't sleep.
No, it was fucking Klavier Gavin, who has woken up looks fresh and cheerful, even though he got about the same two hours Apollo did. He pulled the coffee cup right out from Apollo's grip and downed it. It was pretty lukewarm by now, though it would've served him right to have burned his tongue.
"Ugh, what is this you're drinking," he muttered, sounding less cheerful than he looked.
"It's called coffee, you should try it sometime," Apollo said.
"Ach, I think some tar got mixed up in the coffee pot," Klavier said. He sighed and set the cup aside.
Usually he was on one side and Klavier was on the other, but this was the biggest case since the Joe Darke killings, and it only happened that Apollo was the most definitive witness they have on the guy. He'd spent hours saying over and over what he saw while Klavier leaned against the desk in his freaking purple leather pants. Which is stupid and distracting because who the hell wears leather pants to an investigation? Klavier fucking Gavin, that's who.
He'd been trying not to stare at the way those stupid pants showed way too much of Klaver's package, contoured and tight and extremely tempting. This of course meant that it came about every other thought that wasn't concentrated on this crazed killer.
Klavier leaned down and grazed his cheek with his slim, tanned fingers, checking out the bandage there.
"Was the correct procedure used, Herr Forehead?"
"You've asked this three times already and yes, I'm fine and Ema made sure the medics got to me–" After she'd put him through the scientific wringer, that was.
Ema was off doing something scientific at the moment, even. Or maybe eating Snakoos, or some combination thereof. Apollo didn't know the investigator that Klavier had got with him. Some big shabby guy, used 'Pal' a lot. He remembered him from the videos of Mr. Wright's old trials. Apparently he was from Prosecutor Edgeworth's side of things.
Klavier got up and leaned in to whisper something to the detective. He handed him the empty coffee cup, and motioned for him to go, and the detective was pretty enthusiastic to go get whatever he asked.. Somehow, Apollo got the feeling he'd been sent off on a donut run and that the guy would be helping himself to some of them.
Klavier left a moment, and returned, a bit of dust and cobwebs in his perfect hair. He brushed them away carelessly, his gaze never leaving Apollo's.
Apollo slammed his fists on the little desk in irritation.
"I've already told you all I know, unless you secretly think I'm a killer–and you'd just love that, wouldn't you?" Apollo said tetchily.
"The cameras are off, Herr Justice," Klavier said. "You aren't being interrogated."
"Oh, well it sure feels like I am," Apollo said. He slammed his fist against the white wall, just like Klaver was prone to doing. It stung like a son of a bitch, but it made him feel a bit better.
"This isn't about the case," Klavier said, stepping closer.
"Then what is it about?" Apollo said, taking full advantage of his Chords of Steel to echo around the room. Klavier, having lived a good deal of his life on stage, wasn't bowed by the sheer magnitude of his voice even if it did reverberate like a son of a bitch.
"This," Klavier said evenly. "Is about us."
This caught Apollo off guard. He'd been ready for a barrage of questions, more lineups, or whatever other tortures the law enforcement office had in its quest to ensure he never slept again, but this hadn't even crossed his mind.
Klavier gripped his collar, jerking him closer. He stroked his bandaged cheek again, somehow desperate and rough, and yet very tender. His gaze was so intense, so fixated on him that Apollo felt like his knees might buckle. Suddenly, he had a feeling that Klavier had realized all those accidentally-looking-at-his-package moments which Apollo thought he'd gotten away with. And maybe even all those times he'd spent a little too much time staring at Klavier's neck during court.
It'd be just like him to know all along.
Apollo swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbing up and down. They stared each other down a moment, waiting for something. Apollo wasn't sure what, but he did know he was tired of all this waiting. He leaned up (fucking Klavier and his platform leather boots) and forced Klavier to finally kiss him already.
There was a sound like a sigh of relief as Klavier shoved him on the table. His hands bunched up his shirt as they kissed. His tongue delved into Apollo's mouth, and Apollo fought to catch up because he'd be damned if Klavier Gavin got the better of him. Klavier ground against him, hip to hip. Apollo let out a groan of pleasure as Klavier moved to pull his collar down and suck on his neck.
Apollo had never made out with someone who was so handsy and yet efficient. He was tweaking his nipples through the material of his shirt, sucking and nipping at his throat in a way that was sure to leav marks and have Mr. Wright and Trucy commenting, and rubbing their groins together all at once.
And damn if it wasn't amazing. This just in, Klavier Gavin was really good in bed, or tables, if that was the nearest thing you ended up on. He was surprised it even held their combined weight, but it wasn't even shuddered despite all the moving they were doing against each other.
Apollo, never one to simply sit idly ran his hands down Klavier's back and squeeze both cheeks of his fine ass.
"Herr Justice–" Klavier gasped.
"That's my name, don't forget it," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled and went back to nipping at Apollo's neck. He was rubbing them together at a steady pace now, increasing the friction and rubbing their erect cocks together. Apollo moved to tangle his fingers in Klavier's overly gelled and sprayed hair. Even despite the overuse of expensive products–or because of–his hair was silky soft. It gave him a little smug burst of pleasure that he was messing up the great Klavier Gavin's hair and making him a little ruffled. He licked the hollow of Klavier's neck–that same damn neck he had to stare at case after case, wanting to lick and suck and getting so damned distracted.
Klavier moaned, slutty and unrestrained as Apollo bit his neck. He fully intended to leave some revenge marks for all the marks Klavier was leaving on him. Except Klavier would probably take it in stride, because that was just how he was.
He pushed down extra hard, increasing the pace. Apollo wrapped his legs about Klavier's hips, trying to press them tighter together, trying to fight for control.
Klavier felt him up, squeezing, touching, groping and tongue-fucking every part he could reach.
Apollo got the message loud and clear.
His.
Mine.
Klavier Gavin was here.
Property of Klavier Gavin.
He returned said message loud and clear by pushing Klavier's purple rock-star shirt open a little more and biting down hard. Klavier let out an especially loud moan then, as Apollo sucked at the spot right on his perfect pectoral muscles he'd decided would now be Apollo city, population him.
He cupped his cheeks in a surprisingly tender gesture as they coasted out those last minutes before they came. Apollo moved on to colonize the territory of his left shoulder and claim it in the name of Apollo, getting as much leverage in this as he could, as if it were a contest and they'd be judged afterwards by quality of hickeys, groaning and pelvic thrusts by an impartial judging squad after this.
They were laying there, twitching and warm, feeling their muscles relax for what might've been the first time that night. Klavier could not have fit underwear in those pants, not even a thong. He felt a little smug that he'd messed up Klavier's perfect rockstar looks and perfect rockstar clothes.
Klavier sighed and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead that he so liked to mock. It was almost like this was something more than a random fuck or the breaking of unresolved sexual tension after a difficult case. Apollo didn't know what. Didn't want to admit what. But it was there, the purple fabulous elephant in the room.
"Herr Justice," Klavier began. There was a lot of emotion in his voice, though what kind Apollo couldn't quite tell.
He was interrupted as the detective returned, donuts in hand.
"Hey, pal–"
The detective looked blank for a minute, but surprisingly unsurprised considering their current state of dishevelment, or that Klavier was pinning him to the desk and they were both covered in a truly impressive number of hickeys.
"I'll just leave it out here, pal," he said and left quickly without another word.
"He looked pretty nonplussed, considering," Apollo muttered as he tried to smooth out the wrinkles in his shirt.
"I'd expect this wasn't the first time he's walked in on rather...heated discussions," Klavier said, smirking. "He did work for Edgeworth for many years, after all."
"Huh," Apollo said and left it at that. The more he heard about Edgeworth, the more questions it raised. He'd have to ask Mr. Wright sometime.
"Herr Justice," Klavier said.
"Hmm?" Apollo asked, only giving him half of his attention as he tried to figure out what the hell happened to his second button.
"I want you to come to the firing range. I'll see to it that you have free lessons."
"Hey, I made it out fine–" Apollo protested.
Klavier stroked his cheek. "Nein. You barely made it out alive with a madman, and only because your cries for help were so loud, people in China likely heard you."
"You make my Chords of Steel sound so unmanly," Apollo said petulantly.
Klavier chuckled. "I'm sure they'd be great in a concert, ja? But on the street, I'd rather you had a gun to protect you. I'm not sure that you're as unbreakable as Phoenix Wright."
He had a point there. Hanging around the prosecutor's office these days had brought up some old tales about how Mr. Wright had survived some incredible stuff. Eating glass and poison, getting hit by a car, getting tasered and even getting hit by a car. Whatever his secret was, Apollo wasn't sure he knew it or if he'd get out without landing himself in a coma in the process.
"Well, maybe," he conceded.
"I'd teach you personally, if you preferred," Klavier said. It was a sensual purr, and it made Apollo feel like his knees would buckle again.
"You carry a gun?" Apollo asked, feeling his pants become uncomfortably tight again as he thought of Klavier's slim, tanned fingers about the metal of a gun, and the holster casually at his side.
"Of course. I used to keep a bodyguard with the crazed fan, but I decided the best defense was a good offensive and taught myself."
"Fine," Apollo said, with only a little petulance. "I'll do it. But only if you teach me."
Klavier chuckled. "I'd be glad to, Herr Justice."
*
....I have to make a sequel with gunplay now, don't I? Oh dear.
