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fic: Fill In The Blanks
Title: Fill In The Blanks
Series: Ace Attorney series
Character/pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1300
Author's note: so there was this meme which wasn't about fic and Joss got drunk and asked for het I don't ship so I filled out the meme with Klavier/Apollo porn instead.
Because that was what he really wanted anyways.
1.) What they most commonly do during sex (if they are the sexing type)
Klavier looked up, disheveled from his copy of The Gay Man's Kama Sutra. His hair had broken free from its drill, and now hung in messy ringlets about his shoulders.
Apollo was panting, looking up and waiting.
Klavier smiled. "Well, Herr Justice. Only four hundred and ninety-nine more to go."
"When I am done with you, you're not going to be able to walk for days," Apollo said with a smug, determined grin.
"I'm looking forward to seeing if your bite is half as bad as your bark, Herr Justice," Klavier said.
Oh there'd be barking by the time they were done, but it'd be Klavier doing the animalistic sounds and not him.
2.) Who has prettier (or just more attractive) hair
"I swear, you'd screw your own hair if you were flexible enough," Apollo said. He was holed up in Klavier's million count linens, all bunched around his waist.
Klavier looked back from where he was beginning his morning routine. He didn't have a stitch of clothing on, and Apollo craned his neck to take an appreciative look at the view. It was a very nice view indeed. Klavier had to work out constantly to get such shapely ass and thighs like that.
Klavier raised one eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Me, I slick my hair with gel after the shower and am ready to go. You have to do hours of work on yours," Apollo said.
Klavier set his brush down and climbed back into bed.
"Really, though, Herr Antenna, can your hair do this?"
Apollo let out a scream as Klavier slipped his cock right into that stupidly soft hair drill. It was amazing, softness all around his hard cock. Klavier massaged his cock right along, grazing along his balls as he did. And dammit if he was finding kinks he didn't even know he had. Damn Klavier and his kink finding ways.
He let another scream as Klavier urged him further, running his thumb through the soft locks and under the tip of his swollen cock. He urged him right into coming into his hair. Apollo's head was indented on the pillow, he panted and leaned back, enjoying a truly remarkable orgasm which Klavier had been able to give him in under five minutes, which had to be a new record or something.
"Those were some screams, Herr Justice. We should record that and sell it as music," Klavier said, wiping his hands on the linens.
"It'd sound just like your first album," Apollo said.
"Oh, you've been listening to my music now, have you?" Klavier said with a triumphant grin.
"Can't help it, Trucy blasts the blasted thing all the time," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled. His hair was now dripping with jizz, but he seemed pretty nonchalant about it. Apollo had always figured he'd have a hissy fit if he got anything that marred his precious hair. Apparently he'd underestimated Klavier.
3.) What they argue about most often
"What the hell," Apollo burst out. "I cannot even believe you would suggest that a mediocre cover done by New Found Glory could be better than the original by The Cure. Die in a fire."
"What would I know, Herr Hipster?" Klavier said with a shrug. "As you keep telling me, I don't know anything about good music."
"Next time," Apollo said tightly. "I pick the music."
4.) Who’d cope best if the other one died
"Rise and shine, sunshine," Klavier said with way too much smugness for Apollo's taste.
"Die in a fiireee," Apollo muttered. He buried his aching head deeper under the pillows.
"Ah, Herr Forehead. It seems someone can't take his liquor. It must be because of your size..."
"Fire. Die," Apollo repeated in a low groan.
"Don't worry, Herr Pintsize, I'll take care of you," Klavier said.
Apollo groaned. "I'm still waiting for that fire."
Klavier just laughed. "You'd miss me, admit it, Herr Justice."
Apollo threw a pillow at him.
5.) The happiest plausible happily-ever-after I can think of for them
Klavier let out a sated sigh. The book had fallen off the bed after that last round. He was covered in sweat, smears of come over his abdomen and thighs, many hickeys, scratch marks on his back and a few bite marks on his neck.
"Four hundred and ninety-five," Apollo said smugly.
6.) The most tragic possible ending for them
Apollo let out a curse. Klavier was still hard, and he wasn't any longer.
"Well," Klavier said, raising one brow. "It looks like someone got his happy ending early."
Fuck Klavier and his fucking sexy voice. Now he'd have the nickname Herr Minuteman all damn week.
Or at least until he did a thorough enough redo to keep Klavier unable to speak in coherent sentences long enough to give him any stupid nicknames at all.
7.) What I enjoy most about their dynamic
Ten minutes after the judgement of the mock trial–a further test of the MASON system– Klavier dodged the press and headed to the back rooms. Apollo was already there, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his arms which were nicely muscled, despite his diminutive size.
They didn't talk, just nodded. In a second, Apollo was on his knees and pulling Klavier's pants open. He greedily took as much of Klavier's cock in his mouth as he could manage. Klavier held at the back of Apollo's head, pushing him even further. He knew if he tried to be too gentle for even a moment, Apollo would punch him the moment his cock was out of his mouth.
Klavier let out a groan. Oh, he'd needed this. He closed his eyes and focused only on Apollo, what he was doing with his tongue, or how he kept such a firm grip on the base of his cock. All the stress of the day began to melt away as Apollo sucked him off. He was the most aggressive lover Klavier had ever had, especially when it came to giving head. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved to suck cock. It wasn't just Klavier's ego that made him assume that his Herr Cockslut had a special fondness for his own cock. The sheer fact of how willing he was to suck anywhere, at nearly any time cinched it.
He was thorough, moving fast and hard, like a pumping rock song on the stage. It never took him long to get Klavier off.
He tapped Apollo on the head once, then twice when Apollo ignored him and kept sucking. He knew how it went, but at times he would get a bit...stubborn.
But he reluctantly stopped sucking, pulling Klavier's cock out of his mouth. He was wet with traces
Klavier came right on Herr Forehead's face—his forehead, to be exact–while he sighed in contentment, wiping away the come from his eyebrows.
"I've been waiting all day to do that," Klavier said in a strangled whisper.
8.) What I find difficult to write about them
"Schatzi? What the hell?" Apollo burst out. "What am I, a Miniature Schnauzer?"
"Well, you certainly are miniature, ja?" Klavier said.
After that, Klavier kept strictly to insults and slights against Apollo's size.
Series: Ace Attorney series
Character/pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17
Word count: 1300
Author's note: so there was this meme which wasn't about fic and Joss got drunk and asked for het I don't ship so I filled out the meme with Klavier/Apollo porn instead.
Because that was what he really wanted anyways.
1.) What they most commonly do during sex (if they are the sexing type)
Klavier looked up, disheveled from his copy of The Gay Man's Kama Sutra. His hair had broken free from its drill, and now hung in messy ringlets about his shoulders.
Apollo was panting, looking up and waiting.
Klavier smiled. "Well, Herr Justice. Only four hundred and ninety-nine more to go."
"When I am done with you, you're not going to be able to walk for days," Apollo said with a smug, determined grin.
"I'm looking forward to seeing if your bite is half as bad as your bark, Herr Justice," Klavier said.
Oh there'd be barking by the time they were done, but it'd be Klavier doing the animalistic sounds and not him.
2.) Who has prettier (or just more attractive) hair
"I swear, you'd screw your own hair if you were flexible enough," Apollo said. He was holed up in Klavier's million count linens, all bunched around his waist.
Klavier looked back from where he was beginning his morning routine. He didn't have a stitch of clothing on, and Apollo craned his neck to take an appreciative look at the view. It was a very nice view indeed. Klavier had to work out constantly to get such shapely ass and thighs like that.
Klavier raised one eyebrow. "Oh?"
"Me, I slick my hair with gel after the shower and am ready to go. You have to do hours of work on yours," Apollo said.
Klavier set his brush down and climbed back into bed.
"Really, though, Herr Antenna, can your hair do this?"
Apollo let out a scream as Klavier slipped his cock right into that stupidly soft hair drill. It was amazing, softness all around his hard cock. Klavier massaged his cock right along, grazing along his balls as he did. And dammit if he was finding kinks he didn't even know he had. Damn Klavier and his kink finding ways.
He let another scream as Klavier urged him further, running his thumb through the soft locks and under the tip of his swollen cock. He urged him right into coming into his hair. Apollo's head was indented on the pillow, he panted and leaned back, enjoying a truly remarkable orgasm which Klavier had been able to give him in under five minutes, which had to be a new record or something.
"Those were some screams, Herr Justice. We should record that and sell it as music," Klavier said, wiping his hands on the linens.
"It'd sound just like your first album," Apollo said.
"Oh, you've been listening to my music now, have you?" Klavier said with a triumphant grin.
"Can't help it, Trucy blasts the blasted thing all the time," Apollo said.
Klavier chuckled. His hair was now dripping with jizz, but he seemed pretty nonchalant about it. Apollo had always figured he'd have a hissy fit if he got anything that marred his precious hair. Apparently he'd underestimated Klavier.
3.) What they argue about most often
"What the hell," Apollo burst out. "I cannot even believe you would suggest that a mediocre cover done by New Found Glory could be better than the original by The Cure. Die in a fire."
"What would I know, Herr Hipster?" Klavier said with a shrug. "As you keep telling me, I don't know anything about good music."
"Next time," Apollo said tightly. "I pick the music."
4.) Who’d cope best if the other one died
"Rise and shine, sunshine," Klavier said with way too much smugness for Apollo's taste.
"Die in a fiireee," Apollo muttered. He buried his aching head deeper under the pillows.
"Ah, Herr Forehead. It seems someone can't take his liquor. It must be because of your size..."
"Fire. Die," Apollo repeated in a low groan.
"Don't worry, Herr Pintsize, I'll take care of you," Klavier said.
Apollo groaned. "I'm still waiting for that fire."
Klavier just laughed. "You'd miss me, admit it, Herr Justice."
Apollo threw a pillow at him.
5.) The happiest plausible happily-ever-after I can think of for them
Klavier let out a sated sigh. The book had fallen off the bed after that last round. He was covered in sweat, smears of come over his abdomen and thighs, many hickeys, scratch marks on his back and a few bite marks on his neck.
"Four hundred and ninety-five," Apollo said smugly.
6.) The most tragic possible ending for them
Apollo let out a curse. Klavier was still hard, and he wasn't any longer.
"Well," Klavier said, raising one brow. "It looks like someone got his happy ending early."
Fuck Klavier and his fucking sexy voice. Now he'd have the nickname Herr Minuteman all damn week.
Or at least until he did a thorough enough redo to keep Klavier unable to speak in coherent sentences long enough to give him any stupid nicknames at all.
7.) What I enjoy most about their dynamic
Ten minutes after the judgement of the mock trial–a further test of the MASON system– Klavier dodged the press and headed to the back rooms. Apollo was already there, leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his arms which were nicely muscled, despite his diminutive size.
They didn't talk, just nodded. In a second, Apollo was on his knees and pulling Klavier's pants open. He greedily took as much of Klavier's cock in his mouth as he could manage. Klavier held at the back of Apollo's head, pushing him even further. He knew if he tried to be too gentle for even a moment, Apollo would punch him the moment his cock was out of his mouth.
Klavier let out a groan. Oh, he'd needed this. He closed his eyes and focused only on Apollo, what he was doing with his tongue, or how he kept such a firm grip on the base of his cock. All the stress of the day began to melt away as Apollo sucked him off. He was the most aggressive lover Klavier had ever had, especially when it came to giving head. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved to suck cock. It wasn't just Klavier's ego that made him assume that his Herr Cockslut had a special fondness for his own cock. The sheer fact of how willing he was to suck anywhere, at nearly any time cinched it.
He was thorough, moving fast and hard, like a pumping rock song on the stage. It never took him long to get Klavier off.
He tapped Apollo on the head once, then twice when Apollo ignored him and kept sucking. He knew how it went, but at times he would get a bit...stubborn.
But he reluctantly stopped sucking, pulling Klavier's cock out of his mouth. He was wet with traces
Klavier came right on Herr Forehead's face—his forehead, to be exact–while he sighed in contentment, wiping away the come from his eyebrows.
"I've been waiting all day to do that," Klavier said in a strangled whisper.
8.) What I find difficult to write about them
"Schatzi? What the hell?" Apollo burst out. "What am I, a Miniature Schnauzer?"
"Well, you certainly are miniature, ja?" Klavier said.
After that, Klavier kept strictly to insults and slights against Apollo's size.