Perverting the Courts of Justice Finale
Title: Perverting the Courts of Justice
Rating: Mature (for sex and swearing. All the good stuff!)
Pairing: THAT WOULD BE TELLING... But still, Kristoph/Apollo, Apollo/Phoenix, Apollo/Klavier.
Chapters: Act One
First Intermission
Act Two
Second Intermission
Finale
Time went by slowly for the next week. Every now and then, he'd try giving Klavier a call. He didn't answer. He was starting to get the feeling that something was seriously wrong and there was nothing he could do about it. The following Saturday, the intercom buzzer rang, filling him with dread. He was half-expecting it to be a police officer, informing that Klavier had... Apollo didn't even want to think about it.
He pressed the button and croaked. "Hello?"
"Forehead? May I come up?"
"Klavier?! I'll leave the door unlocked, just need to take a shower and get dressed."
He turned it off and ran to get in the shower.
"Room for one more?"
Apollo turned off the running water and leapt out, wrapping his arms around the smiling blonde.
"I was excited enough to se you but dripping wet and naked?" Klavier purred. "Gott, Apollo, I'm sorry I was being such a dick this week... I've been missing you like crazy!"
"Klavi, I thought I'd lost you!"
"You can't get rid of me that easily, Forehead!" he chuckled. "Hmmm..." He sneakily put his hand between them, gently patting Apollo's bare groin. "Achtung, Herr Cock!"
"Klavier," Apollo muttered, taking hold of the offending hand and moving it to his hip. "None of that until we've had a talk."
"Ach, ja, you're right," he sighed.
"Come on," he smiled, wrapping a towel around his waist. "We can talk on my bed."
So they talked. Finally talking openly to each other about Kristoph really took a heavy weight from their shoulders. Comparing stories, they found that the man had woven such a web of lies that tearing it apart brought them closer together, much like in court.
"So, what about Herr Wright?" Klavier sniggered as they embraced.
"Oh god, not that," Apollo grimmaced light-heartedly, twirling Klavier's spiralled hair around his finger. "It was after we won that Kitaki case."
"Ah, our first case together!" he sighed nostalgically.
"Yeah. We were 'celebrating' but I was feeling pretty blue because of you Gavins."
"Well, we are sinfully beautiful!" he smiled with a devilish wink.
"Shut up... Anyway, I asked to kiss him, then one thing led to another and I was riding him like a race horse."
"I wouldn't say you were that good but yeah, you were pretty energetic."
"Yeah, I sup- Mr Wright, how the hell did you get in here?!?!"
"Door was unlocked," Phoenix shrugged in the doorway. "Who were you just talking about?"
Apollo gave an angry glare. Then blushed as he rearranged his towel.
"Anyway, I came by to ask for a favour."
"You just broke into my home, what makes you think-"
"Knew I could count on you, Justice," he interrupted. "Ah, here she comes now."
"My bags are heavy!" Trucy whined, dragging herself and her luggage into the room. "Oh my god!!!"
"What?" Apollo asked through gritted teeth.
"You actually have chest hair!"
"Gods sake..." he huffed, getting up to put on a dressing gown, gripping tightly to his towel all along. "Now, I dread to ask, but this favour...?"
"Daddy's got another of his secret missions," she sighed disappointedly.
"So, yeah, I need you to look after her for a couple of weeks. She's toilet trained 'n' everything," Phoenix sighed, giving her an affectionate shoulder hug.
"I guess I don't get a say in the matter," Apollo sighed.
"No," the Wrights chirped simultaneously.
He gave another agitated sigh, sat back on the bed, softly clambering for Klavier's hand.
"I can give you two ten minutes alone," she winked, leaving the room.
Phoenix stayed where he was, grinning deviously. Trucy gave Apollo a break for once and dragged her Daddy out of the room with her.
Apollo sighed and Klavier chuckled then gave him a soft kiss on the forehead.
"Never a moment's peace," Apollo mumbled.
Klavier pulled him close and kissed him on the lips.
"Well, I guess that's what comes of dating a rock star."
"Forehead," he chuckled again, "It would be peaceful if it were just you and me. We'd just quietly make love all the time!"
"Phhhh, quietly?" he sniggered, rubbing their noses together, "You, Mr Rockstar, wouldn't know how to be quiet during sex!"
"Bom chika wah wah!" they heard from outside.
"Let's just fake our deaths and move to Florida, okay?"
Apollo had assumed that it would be a little less uncomfortable once Phoenix left. It wasn't. Trucy immediately pounced at the couple, asking to watch some of the Gavinners DVDs together. They huddle on the two-seater couch by the TV, with Apollo in the middle. He was not pleased. He clung bitterly to a massive cushion.
As on-screen Klavier caressed his guitar, real-life Klavier tried cheering Apollo up by 'sneakily' doing the same to him.
"What are you doing under that cushion?" Trucy asked, still staring at the screen.
Klavier put his hands behind his head in defeat.
As Trucy had somehow usurped the bed, Klavier and Apollo's eventual alone time was rushed, on the couch and orchestrated in whispers.
"God, Klavier," Apollo whispered, lying on top of his lover. "I missed you so much..."
"I want to make you feel good, mein Apollo... I owe you that much after all!"
"We can't... You'll wake Trucy."
"Is that so?" he purred with a wink. He flipped Apollo onto his back then slid off the couch and knelt down. "I'll find a way to keep my mouth occupied, ja?"
He fiddled with the button-up fly of Apollo's pyjama bottoms for a moment then dove to plant kisses on his stomach.
"Klavier," he hissed, "Now isn't the time for cockteasing and foreplay!"
A cheeky grin flashed across the blonde's face. Like a shot, that grinning mouth lapped at the tip of Apollo's cock.
The brunette clutched his hand over his mouth, feeling a little more sensitive than usual. Klavier plunged over and started doing filthy things with his tongue.
It felt so good... Apollo had to bite his lip to keep from moaning.
The pleasure was short-lived as a door creaked, causing Klavier to detach immediately and place the cushion from earlier over Apollo's lap.
Trucy stood in the doorway, yawning and rubbing her eye.
"Can I have a glass of milk?" she asked.
"Trucy!" Apollo gave a strangled shout, "Yeah, whatever, it's fine!"
"I suppose I should be heading home," Klavier smiled calmly, "Good to see you again, Fräulein Trucy!"
"You guys can carry on if you like," she yawned again. "I don't mind."
"Shut up, Trucy!"
"I'll miss you, Herr Forehead," Klavier cooed. "Will you get up and walk me to my car?"
"Shut up, Klavier," he mumbled, clutching grumpily at the pillow.
Klavier and Trucy laughed as he stormed off to lock himself in the bathroom for five minutes.
As a Wright, Trucy made for an obviously difficult house guest. Getting her to go to school was like a trial, she made far too frequent trips to the fridge, she kept trying to take in stray animals and she somehow always knew when Apollo and Klavier were trying for some alone time.
It wasn't long before Apollo got sick of it and suggested they camped out at the Wright Anything Agency.
Apollo was actually pleased to see Phoenix, for once, when he arrived with a defence case for him and three cups of pudding for Trucy.
"Well, that's..." Apollo sighed once Phoenix finished explaining the main bulk of the case. "Well, it's a little short notice, but I appreciate it, nonetheless."
"Don't mention it," he shrugged.
"Say, Mr Wright, you've told me all about the case, but you haven't told me who'll be prosecuting."
"Yeah, I guess I haven't," he grinned darkly.
"So, it's Klavier then?"
"I am not obliged to divulge," he sniggered childishly.
"I can't do my job with Klavier prosecuting!"
"Why not? I used to defend against my ex all the time. Think it even helped me win a couple of cases. Besides, might I remind you that he's prosecuted on two of your cases already."
"Yeah, but then we hadn't... Well..."
"Really? You hadn't?"
"No, we'd fooled around but... this time, I'm gonna have his incredible ass on my mind!"
"Better his ass on your mind than his ass on your face!" he sniggered.
"Jesus, Wright!" he barked. "Now I'm gonna be thinking of that the whole trial!"
"Well, that's fine, 'cause you're gonna lose the case anyway," he shrugged.
"Wright, I respect you but at the same time, I think I hate you," he sighed.
"You're all right, kid!"
The trial went much like any other of Apollo's trials. Bizarrely. It almost left his mind that he was opposing the man he loved until the trial spiralled to the point where his brother was called to the stand and found guilty of murder - again. Both Apollo and Klavier were... stunned.
They met in an embrace in the court lobby. Klavier said "My place?" and neither of them spoke until after they got home and made love.
"Kristoph's getting the death penalty."
Apollo looked to his boyfriend, thinking he'd misheard him. Klavier was staring wistfully up at the ceiling.
There didn't seem to be anything to say to this so Apollo just pulled him into his arms as the blonde started to cry.
"Klavi..." he whispered, letting his lover's tears fall onto his bare chest.
"I don't even know why I'm crying!" he sobbed, "The man has hurt so many people and he'll only hurt more if he stays alive. But eye for an eye?"
"Klavi... baby..." he mumbled. He couldn't think of anything useful to say yet so settled for cooing.
"Like... he hurt you... Ach, Forehead, I swear, I could kill him myself with my bare hands for that!"
"Klavier, you're allowed to be upset," he finally sighed, stroking the spilling blonde hair. "He's your brother after all."
"Ach!" he replied with a choked sob.
"Oh... I didn't mean it like... Klavi!"
"I know... Just..." he sighed, "I just don't know..."
"What you need is a good cry... Get it out your system."
And he did. Apollo held him as he sobbed for about an hour, then got up to go to the bathroom. He came back with cups of coffee to find that Klavier had cried himself to sleep. He set the cups aside and lay back down next to him, surveying the angelic rock god. The aroma of coffee roused Klavier from his sleep. He blinked up at Apollo.
"Ah, schatzi... Seems I dozed off!" he chuckled.
"Well, I got you some coffee to fix that!" he smiled, handing him a cup.
"Forehead, what would I do without you?"
"Get a cat?" he laughed.
"I mean it, Justice. My brother is a murderous bastard... but I still love him. But he's going to die. And I've lost my best friend and my beloved Gavinners!"
"What's that about your band?" he blinked.
"Ja. Can't have a band of law enforcers with a murdering smuggler," he sighed. "Oh ja, I meant to ask... We're having a farewell concert-"
"And you want me to defend you for crimes against music?"
"Tsh, Forehead!" he sneered, giving him a light flick on the nose. "I want you to be there."
"Oh Klavi! I love you, you know I do, but I hate your music!" he whined.
"Oh bitte, Forehead? Fräulein Trucy and Herr Wright can come too!"
"Is that supposed to be a good thing?"
"Forehead, pleeeeease! I will make it worth your while somehow! I just need you there!" he pouted.
"That would've been a way more convincing argument if you were on your knees," he smirked.
With a cheeky grin, Klavier climbed over his lover and straddled him.
"I will make it worth-"
"Shut up, I'll go!" he laughed, tackling him into the mattress and kissing him fiercely.
"I can't believe the Gavinners are splitting up," Trucy pouted as they queued for the concert.
"I can't believe you didn't sell the tickets on ebay," Phoenix shrugged.
"I would've but I promised..." Apollo sighed.
"Reckon I could sell my ticket to a borderline suicidal fangirl?"
"Daddy!" Trucy whined.
"I might have some of Klavi's hair on my clothes, sell them?"
"Polly!" she barked, "Seriously, Klavier'd be better off with me!"
"Noooo, he's mine!" a nearby fangirl squealed.
"Didn't you know that he's-" she started angrily.
Apollo kicked her.
"Ow, Polly! What was that for?"
"Shut up..." he sighed.
After a long, argument-filled queue, they pushed their way towards the stage.
"Polly, can I borrow some money?" Trucy whined.
"What for?" he sighed.
"Gavinners merchandise!"
"Isn't it enough that I got us free entry to their final show?"
"I guess..." she muttered.
"Polly, can I borrow some money?" Phoenix asked.
"I know you don't want merchandise, so, what do you want money for?"
Phoenix shrugged.
"You guys are gonna drive me crazy..." he sighed, trying to saunter away.
The colosseum suddenly went pitch black. Apollo panicked a little until he heard a very familiar voice over the speakers.
"Auf wedersehn, baby! This is the Gavinners goodbye!"
Apollo rolled his eyes.
Colourful lights shot at the stage, illuminating the four figures.
"We're minus a guitarist but don't worry, Frräuleins, I'm still here and I'm ready to rock! But the question is, baby, are you ready to rock... to Guilty Love?!"
The crowd were going wild. Apollo however, was just a bit embarrassed.
The first intermission was a small blessing. Apollo snuck away from the Wrights and into the Gavinners' dressing room.
"Apollo, baby!" Klavier cheered, pulling him close for a hug. "What did you think?"
"Honestly?"
"Hmmm... Nein, flatter me!"
"Oh my gaawwwd!" he squealed mockingly.
"Oh, I know you hate it! But I love you so much for being here!"
"I feel like a groupie," he sighed. "Hey guys," he waved idly at the other band members.
"'sup."
"Can I stay here through the next act?" he sighed, returning his attention to Klavier.
"I'd rather have you watching me..."
"Yeah, but you're not exactly you on stage... You become Don Juan Hetero Gigolo... I'd rather stay here and think about the real you."
Klavier suddenly developed a very naughty grin.
"Okqy, you can stay here... provided you think of me..."
"Of course I will!" he beamed, sitting on a couch.
"Think of me... with your hand..." he continued, grinning deviously while taking Apollo's hand and moving it into his lap, "Here!"
"Klavier!" he squeaked, surprised by how confident and open Klavier was being, in front of people.
"Remember, I said... I will make it worth your while!" he purred, "Ach, intermission over! I'll be back, Forehead!" he added, softening.
He gave Apollo a kiss on the forehead before dashing back on stage.
Despite the music blasting from the speaker above the door, Apollo managed to drift off to sleep during the second act. As he snoozed, he started to dream - One of those obviously surreal yet somehow disturbingly lifelike dreams.
He was sitting in the Wright Corp tower building, feeding Charley the dinosaur (which all seemed perfectly normal) when someone crept up behind him and put their hand to his mouth. He tried to scream.
"Justice, Justice, how I love to make you scream!"
The hand disappeared, so he turned around to see the ghostly figure of Kristoph Gavin.
"Shocked?" the man sneered, adjusting his glasses.
Apollo tried to reply but he'd lost his voice.
"Come, Apollo, we have to go to my house."
It seemed logical and reasonable to just follow him as he jumped out of the sixtieth story window. They landed in a room, on a large silky red, heart-shaped bed. Apollo was lying on his back and he couldn't move.
"Such a tasty treat..." Kristoph purred, growing a pair of scaly black wings and sharp looking horns.
Apollo could see a phoenix perched in the corner of the room.
"Mr Wright, help me!" he managed to shriek.
The phoenix gave a bird's version of a shrug then flew away.
The increasingly dragonesque Kristoph was crawling over his body, pinching with his well-kept claws.
Just as Apollo was certain that he was about to be consumed or penetrated, a knight burst in on a white horse. Except the horse was purple. And it was a unicorn. And the knight was actually Klavier. The heroic pair dashed, impaling Kristoph on the unicorn's horn. The demon faded away in an inky fog.
"Mein Forehead," Klavier sighed, summoning his unicorn away.
Apollo found that he was able to move again. So, he got up and pushed Klavier onto the bed and that's when the dream got a little gratuitously smutty.
Apollo woke up to find his hand in his pants after all. Taking a moment to compose himself, he noticed that the concert was still in progress, the music crashing from the speaker.
What he could remember of the dream made him reflect on the changes of the past year.
Firstly, he found himself comparing the Gavin brothers. Kristoph had gripped him in his claws and deceived him. He had that sociopathic charm that won everyone over and hid his true intentions, which Apollo decided he'd rather not learn about. Klavier was the complete opposite. Klavier was charming, superficially so in the public eye, but to those he cared about, he was pure. This purity led to uncertainty in himself, thus the facade he wore in public. Apollo wanted to help him feel sure of himself. To not feel as if he had to hide. Though, he kind of accept that he didn't have much of a public persona to worry about himself.
His trail of thought was interrupted by a horny German rock star straddling him.
"Gott, Apollo, I almost cancelled the rest of the concert," Klavier purred in his ear, "Just so I could be with you sooner!"
"I wish you would, that noise is dreadful," he sneered.
"Forehead, I want you right now!"
"Still here, Gavin!" the drummer barked.
"Ach, Forehead... Come with me," he sighed, getting up and dragging Apollo to a curtained off area behind the main stage.
"Nnngh... Klavi, you're even hornier than... usual!" he gasped as his lover kissed at his neck.
"Concert adrenaline," he shrugged off, slipping his hand up Apollo's shirt, tracing invisible lines on his back.
"Hmmmmm, so that's why you brought me along?" he smirked, caressing the back of Klavier's neck.
"Exactly schatzi," he murmured against the spot of soft skin behind his ear, as he backed him up against a construction beam. He started nibbling at Apollo's neck and grinding their hips together. The resulting whimper caused him to let out a low groan. The pair created quite the little orchestra as they rubbed together their increasing arousal. Too soon, they were interrupted by a nervous stagehand, telling Klavier it was time for the finale.
"Klavi, can't you cancel the finale?" Apollo whined needily, "I mean, it's all just mindless dribble anyway."
"Hush, leibling, it won't be long, then we can go home and bang each other senseless," he sighed.
"Can I wait at my place?" he asked, "I'll put on some sexy music and ravish you as soon as you get through the door!"
"Schatzi... Forehead... Apollo. Please."
He gave his infamous pleading pout.
"Fine," he growled.
"Danke! Oh, by the way, could you stay right here?"
"Why?" he sighed wearily.
"Pleeeeeease!"
"I swear I feel like I'm your concubine sometimes."
"Ja, but you're the best damn concubine there is!" he laughed, heading towards the curtain.
"You do realise that you're... well... stood to attention... right?" he pointed out, indicating Klavier's crotch.
"Ja, as are you."
"You're about to go on stage in front of however many people."
"That's what my guitars for, baby! You worry about your own arousal!"
Apollo folded his arms and huffed. He could hear the mindless noise even clearer and louder than when he'd been in the audience.
"Dear Herren und Frräulein! At long last, I have a secret to tell you!" Klavier could be heard shouting.
Apollo rolled his eyes, expecting the next statement to be 'The Gavinners aren't really breaking up, buy our new album!' Yet still he had his hand down his pants.
"I want you all to meet someone! Apollo, could you come out here?!"
Apollo's eyes practically popped out of his head almost as fast as his hand out of his pants.
"Apollo Justice?!" the rock star trilled.
Completely dazed and desperately trying to hide his boner, Apollo wandered out onto the stage where Klavier wrapped an arm around him.
"Everyone, this is Apollo Justice!"
The audience clapped slowly, not completely sure what he was getting at.
"This man means the entire world to me! I've hidden him and my true self for too long! Everyone, I am gay! I am gay and I am in love with Apollo Justice!!!"
Apollo was ecstatic and mortified at the same time.
"I did it, Apollochien!" he whispered.
Apollo mustered a baffled attempt at a smile as Klavier clicked his fingers for musical accompaniment. He held Apollo's hand and started singing.
"You know our love was meant to be... the kind of love to last forever!"
"Klavier, please stop right now!" Apollo growled, blushing to the point he was almost purple.
"You should know, everywhere I go, you're always on my mind, in my heart and in my soul!"
"Stop singing before I castrate you!"
"You're the meaning in my life, you're the inspiration!"
"I will stick your balls inside you!"
"You bring feeling to my life, you're the inspiration!"
"You do realise how many people are watching this, right? We're not in your bedroom!"
"Baby, wanna have you near me, wanna have you hear me saying..."
"You are so fucked when this song is finished!"
"No one neeeeeeeds you mooooore than I neeeeeed yoooooou!"
To the audience, it was simply an endearing confession of love. If only they could hear Apollo's protests.
"I am buying a leash and keeping you in my apartment block's communal garden!!!"