Fanfic (Ace Attorney): Fulfillment of Needs
Title: Fulfillment of Needs
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Apollo/Klavier
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: romantic themes, sex in a semi-public setting
Summary: Klavier feels that he's been courting Apollo long enough. He needs more than hugs and kisses after all.
Note: Written for the prompt "back road" in just over an hour.
Klavier found Apollo charming. He'd liked the little defense attorney from the beginning, though he'd enjoyed teasing him, and of course he couldn't be too helpful back then, their respective professions being what they were. As far as Klavier was concerned, Apollo was the most adorable thing that had ever walked into a court room.
Disregarding the sad circumstances of their shared trial, he'd decided early on that this aquaintance was one worthy of being nurtured into more than just that.
Apollo's flustered reactions to Klavier's casual flirting, his annoyance at the seemingly careless attitude of his opposing prosecutor, his energetic spirit and his youthful naiveté - they were all so cute that Klavier could hardly prevent himself from hugging and poking and kissing him all over the place. It was incredibly hard to restrain himself.
The best part was that Apollo wasn't even completely opposed to Klavier's advances. Sure, he complained about public displays of affection, he blushed and pushed him away when Klavier tried to steal kisses in between court sessions and never once allowed him to touch him indecently where there was even so much as a possibility of someone seeing them. He did all that, and with fervor, but he had said, at more than one occasion, that he didn't outright dislike Klavier. More than that, he had even reluctantly admitted to liking him just a bit.
That was more than enough for Klavier to deduct that his charms hadn't failed him, and that his beloved Herr Forehead was already mostly in love with him. All in all, things couldn't have been better.
Except for the distinct lack of sex.
With Daryan being (temporarily) out of the picture as well, Klavier found himself without a steady partner for pleasurable nightly endeavors, an unacceptable situation he had thought to remedy by dating his favorite defense attorney, if only he'd been willing.
Klavier knew how to lure someone out of their shell, he was convinced that even the occasionally stuck up attorney had to succumb to his seduction skills sooner or later, but he was at a point where 'later' just wouldn't do anymore. He was horny, and Apollo was available. Sort of.
He certainly wasn't with anyone else, Klavier knew that for a fact (because he had spoken to the Fräulein Magician). As far as Trucy Wright was concerned, Apollo doubted his honest intentions. Klavier figured that if that was the only thing standing between them and a night of wondrous pleasures, his chances of getting laid had to be rather good.
And yet, here he was, frustrated to a degree he hadn't known since Kristoph had discovered chastity belts. He'd courted Apollo to the best of his abilities, he'd taken him to clubs, fancy dinners and walks through parks, had made small but tasteful presents, invited him to ride on his motorcycle, in short: he'd tried it all, to no avail. He still spent his nights alone.
This had to end, he decided as he watched Apollo gather up his documents after the trial. He walked over to the attorney with brisk steps, swiping the court record from his hands and holding it out for Trucy to take.
“I'm sure Fräulein Trucy won't mind holding on to that for a moment, ja?”, he asked with a smile, only waiting for a confirming nod from the girl before he took Apollo's hand and all but dragged him out of the room.
“Prosecutor Gavin!”, the attorney protested at once, but not fighting him enough for Klavier to take him seriously, “I really don't have the time!”
“This will take but a minute, Herr Forehead, and I assure you it's in your best interest!”, Klavier looked over his shoulder, taking in the beautiful red cheeks.
Apollo raised his free hand and rubbed the cool metal of his bracelet against his increasingly hot face. “You're... on to something.”, he muttered.
Klavier only just held back a laugh. “That should be obvious, yes.”
By now Apollo had ceased his fight, pointless as it had always been, and walked next to Klavier, only half a step behind.
“Where are we going?”
“Outside.”, Klavier answered as he lead them down a flight of stairs that lead to the back entrance. “No-one ever comes here, well, almost, so I figured it's perfect for our purposes.”
Apollo was visibly nervous as the back door closed behind them, leaving them alone in a narrow alley behind the huge court building.
“And what exactly would that purpose be, Prosecutor Gavin...?”
Klavier turned to face Apollo, never letting go of his hand. He liked holding it, perhaps especially so because it embarrassed Apollo so very much.
“Several things, actually, so first things first.”, he braced himself, taking a step closer so that their legs brushed against each other and Apollo had to strain his neck a bit to look him in the eye. “I really, really like you, Herr Forehead.”, he began, only for Apollo to interrupt him at once.
“Not enough to call me by my name, apparently.”, he pointed out with furrowed brows.
Klavier sighed. “Fine then, I like you very much, Apollo.”, he corrected himself. “As I think you might have noticed.”
At this point, Apollo's face was fighting hard to achieve the same color as his bright red vest. “I, um... I thought, that...”
“Yes?”, Klavier encouraged him, determined to finish this once and for all.
“You're just playing. Flirting, and making fun of me.”
Klavier frowned. “I'm not.”, he declared. “I'm wooing you. I've been patient, haven't I, and an overall good suitor, haven't I?”
“I... don't know... I mean, I guess...”, Apollo stuttered, too confused to protest when Klavier took up his other hand as well, drawing them up to kiss his knuckles.
“But you see, Apollo, this is it.”
“This is, what...?”, Apollo asked carefully as he was walked back a few steps and pressed firmly against the wall behind him.
“I have needs, you see? And you've been unfairly neglecting them.”
“I-I have have been what!?”
“Not to mention your own body. Your mind can't be at peace if your body is profoundly unhappy, ja?”, Klavier reasoned, all the while beginning to losen Apollo's tie, a plan that was instantly averted by the defense attorney's interfering hands.
“Wait, wait! You can't just... just like that!”
Klavier looked honestly puzzled. “Why not? I explained it all, and though I admit that this isn't the most romantic setting, it does have some sort of forbidden charm, don't you think?”
Apollo was obviously at a lack for words, which Klavier took as silent consent. He quickly pulled the tie away from Apollo's neck before he could be interrupted yet again.
“Trust me.”, Klavier said, “It's all I ask. You do like me, don't you?”
“I...”, Apollo seemed to search for the answer in Klavier's eyes, the way he stared at him intensely. “I do.”, he said after a while, his chords of steel notably absent during those words.
Klavier couldn't help but smile broadly. “So then there is no problem!”, he decided, tipped up Apollo's chin and kissed him, softly at first, but quickly moving on to not quite as chaste a touch.
Apollo whimpered against his lips but returned the kiss that wasn't their first, though they hadn't kissed nearly as often as Klavier would have liked.
Suddenly there were hands on his chest, slightly fisting his shirt and keeping him close, and at the same time Apollo intensified their kiss. Oh, how Klavier loved it when the smaller man took the initiative! He allowed it gracefully, even turning them around so he himself was back up against the wall. He wondered how far he could coax Apollo, how far the other would go, right here, out on a back road behind court.
They kissed with lips and tongues and teeth, and Apollo certainly gave as good as he took. Klavier was honestly surprised when he felt hands on his belt, opening it and pullin down the zipper without much hesitation. He moaned approvingly against Apollo's lips, urging him on without words. He was loving this, as proved by a sizable erection straining against his pants.
He had to finally break the kiss when those same hands slipped inside his underwear, touching him where he most needed it. “Ah, Herr Forehead...!”, he panted, then gasped when his throat was bitten sharply.
“It's Apollo!”, the smaller man breathed against his ear with a husky voice that spoke of his own arousal.
The tone itself was enough to turn Klavier on even more. He nodded absentmindedly. “Apollo. Yes.”, he agreed, but he'd probably have agreed to a lot of things right now.
“Good.”, he heard Apollo say, then his hands were busy on Klavier's trousers again, slowly pushing them down.
Klavier moaned openly, his hands clawed into the fabric of Apollo's waistcoat on his back. He needed him close, the mere thought of letting go a sheer impossibility.
“You're so easy...”, Apollo murmured, “You should practice some restraint, don't you think?”
Those words rang a bell, and he hated his cock for twitching at the thought of somone entirely else saying those exact words to him not too long ago. It was sick, it was wrong, and yet he was so hard that it hurt and he needed Apollo so very much right now!
“Please, Apollo!”
A strong hold on his cock, stroking him just right, and he almost screamed, barely remembering that they were outside and that he really should hold back just a little.
“You want it. You want me, don't you?”
As if that question wasn't entirely redundant at this point, but Klavier managed to nod anyway, pushing into Apollo's hand as he did so.
“God, that's... I don't have any... did you bring...?”
“Yes! Yes, I have... in my pocket...”
Klavier began to search the pockets of his jacket, but his movements were erratic and soon Apollo pushed his hands away, coming up with the desired objects in short time. He ripped open the little package and handed Klavier the condom.
“Put it on me...”, he didn't quite order, but it was definitely stronger than a mere request.
Klavier watched Apollo open his pants and sighed happily when the other's cock was freed from its confinement. Admittedly, he hadn't pictured their encounter quite like this, but it was good and perfect, and right now he didn't want it any other way, so he rolled the condom on, looking at the still flushed face of the small attorney.
He wasn't just cute. He was beautiful. Klavier had known that, of course, but not like this. He hadn't seen arousal and want open on his face, and it made Apollo even more desirable to him.
“I want you.”, he whispered and kissed Apollo once more, because he really needed to say it again.
Apollo smiled, surprisingly shyly considering what he was doing. “Me too.”, he answered, and swallowed. “T-Turn around, please?”
Klavier smiled, seeing the adorable man he'd fallen for once more. “Of course.”
He hoped he hadn't broken the spell, he quite liked this new forceful side he'd discovered in Apollo. He wasn't disappointed when a finger, slick with lube from the little tube he'd brought, pressed against his opening.
He kept smiling, grateful that Apollo had taken the time to warm the liquid with his hands before applying it to him. The finger slid in and he took a deep breath to relax, enjoying the feeling of preperation. He liked this part, it was more than just means to an end. He moaned softly, letting Apollo know that he was fine, and was soon rewarded with another digit stretching him. He felt hot inside and out, and couldn't help but have more pronounced moans escape him as those fingers flickered across his prostate.
Klavier would have admit to losing track of time a bit at this point, because it seemed impossibly soon when Apollo drew back his hand to replace it with something else, and he welcomed his cock inside him, as if he'd only been waiting for just that, waited for it for a long, long time.
“Mmh, Apollo...”, he sighed, not even thinking about calling him another name.
He heard grunts from behind him, relishing in the way Apollo sounded. He never could have imagined his voice to be this deep with arousal, this strong.
It was bound to be a short tryst, given the location, but Klavier didn't mind. He never thought about holding back, giving in to the fast rhythm Apollo set for them without question. Yes, it was definitely over too fast, but it was good when Apollo bit his shoulder to muffle his scream of completion, a luxory Klavier didn't have and to be honest, he couldn't bring himself to care.
He'd never been all that good at keeping silent.
Somehow, however, he doubted that Apollo would be to cross with him.
Klavier listened to both of their harsh breathing slowing down, losing itself in the echos of the back road.
“Was that what you needed?”, Apollo asked, head still pressed against Klavier's back.
Klavier smiled, and he thought it was audible in his voice. “Yes. Just this... yes.”
“Hm.”
Klavier wondered whether that was how Apollo's smile sounded.
“I'll want it again.”, he warned quickly, “Not like this, probably, but in general...”
That earned him an honest to god chuckle. “I understand!”, and then, after a moment: “So do I.”
~the end.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Apollo/Klavier
Disclaimer: I don't own Gyakuten Saiban; if I did we'd get another Apollo Justice game asap.
Warnings: romantic themes, sex in a semi-public setting
Summary: Klavier feels that he's been courting Apollo long enough. He needs more than hugs and kisses after all.
Note: Written for the prompt "back road" in just over an hour.
Klavier found Apollo charming. He'd liked the little defense attorney from the beginning, though he'd enjoyed teasing him, and of course he couldn't be too helpful back then, their respective professions being what they were. As far as Klavier was concerned, Apollo was the most adorable thing that had ever walked into a court room.
Disregarding the sad circumstances of their shared trial, he'd decided early on that this aquaintance was one worthy of being nurtured into more than just that.
Apollo's flustered reactions to Klavier's casual flirting, his annoyance at the seemingly careless attitude of his opposing prosecutor, his energetic spirit and his youthful naiveté - they were all so cute that Klavier could hardly prevent himself from hugging and poking and kissing him all over the place. It was incredibly hard to restrain himself.
The best part was that Apollo wasn't even completely opposed to Klavier's advances. Sure, he complained about public displays of affection, he blushed and pushed him away when Klavier tried to steal kisses in between court sessions and never once allowed him to touch him indecently where there was even so much as a possibility of someone seeing them. He did all that, and with fervor, but he had said, at more than one occasion, that he didn't outright dislike Klavier. More than that, he had even reluctantly admitted to liking him just a bit.
That was more than enough for Klavier to deduct that his charms hadn't failed him, and that his beloved Herr Forehead was already mostly in love with him. All in all, things couldn't have been better.
Except for the distinct lack of sex.
With Daryan being (temporarily) out of the picture as well, Klavier found himself without a steady partner for pleasurable nightly endeavors, an unacceptable situation he had thought to remedy by dating his favorite defense attorney, if only he'd been willing.
Klavier knew how to lure someone out of their shell, he was convinced that even the occasionally stuck up attorney had to succumb to his seduction skills sooner or later, but he was at a point where 'later' just wouldn't do anymore. He was horny, and Apollo was available. Sort of.
He certainly wasn't with anyone else, Klavier knew that for a fact (because he had spoken to the Fräulein Magician). As far as Trucy Wright was concerned, Apollo doubted his honest intentions. Klavier figured that if that was the only thing standing between them and a night of wondrous pleasures, his chances of getting laid had to be rather good.
And yet, here he was, frustrated to a degree he hadn't known since Kristoph had discovered chastity belts. He'd courted Apollo to the best of his abilities, he'd taken him to clubs, fancy dinners and walks through parks, had made small but tasteful presents, invited him to ride on his motorcycle, in short: he'd tried it all, to no avail. He still spent his nights alone.
This had to end, he decided as he watched Apollo gather up his documents after the trial. He walked over to the attorney with brisk steps, swiping the court record from his hands and holding it out for Trucy to take.
“I'm sure Fräulein Trucy won't mind holding on to that for a moment, ja?”, he asked with a smile, only waiting for a confirming nod from the girl before he took Apollo's hand and all but dragged him out of the room.
“Prosecutor Gavin!”, the attorney protested at once, but not fighting him enough for Klavier to take him seriously, “I really don't have the time!”
“This will take but a minute, Herr Forehead, and I assure you it's in your best interest!”, Klavier looked over his shoulder, taking in the beautiful red cheeks.
Apollo raised his free hand and rubbed the cool metal of his bracelet against his increasingly hot face. “You're... on to something.”, he muttered.
Klavier only just held back a laugh. “That should be obvious, yes.”
By now Apollo had ceased his fight, pointless as it had always been, and walked next to Klavier, only half a step behind.
“Where are we going?”
“Outside.”, Klavier answered as he lead them down a flight of stairs that lead to the back entrance. “No-one ever comes here, well, almost, so I figured it's perfect for our purposes.”
Apollo was visibly nervous as the back door closed behind them, leaving them alone in a narrow alley behind the huge court building.
“And what exactly would that purpose be, Prosecutor Gavin...?”
Klavier turned to face Apollo, never letting go of his hand. He liked holding it, perhaps especially so because it embarrassed Apollo so very much.
“Several things, actually, so first things first.”, he braced himself, taking a step closer so that their legs brushed against each other and Apollo had to strain his neck a bit to look him in the eye. “I really, really like you, Herr Forehead.”, he began, only for Apollo to interrupt him at once.
“Not enough to call me by my name, apparently.”, he pointed out with furrowed brows.
Klavier sighed. “Fine then, I like you very much, Apollo.”, he corrected himself. “As I think you might have noticed.”
At this point, Apollo's face was fighting hard to achieve the same color as his bright red vest. “I, um... I thought, that...”
“Yes?”, Klavier encouraged him, determined to finish this once and for all.
“You're just playing. Flirting, and making fun of me.”
Klavier frowned. “I'm not.”, he declared. “I'm wooing you. I've been patient, haven't I, and an overall good suitor, haven't I?”
“I... don't know... I mean, I guess...”, Apollo stuttered, too confused to protest when Klavier took up his other hand as well, drawing them up to kiss his knuckles.
“But you see, Apollo, this is it.”
“This is, what...?”, Apollo asked carefully as he was walked back a few steps and pressed firmly against the wall behind him.
“I have needs, you see? And you've been unfairly neglecting them.”
“I-I have have been what!?”
“Not to mention your own body. Your mind can't be at peace if your body is profoundly unhappy, ja?”, Klavier reasoned, all the while beginning to losen Apollo's tie, a plan that was instantly averted by the defense attorney's interfering hands.
“Wait, wait! You can't just... just like that!”
Klavier looked honestly puzzled. “Why not? I explained it all, and though I admit that this isn't the most romantic setting, it does have some sort of forbidden charm, don't you think?”
Apollo was obviously at a lack for words, which Klavier took as silent consent. He quickly pulled the tie away from Apollo's neck before he could be interrupted yet again.
“Trust me.”, Klavier said, “It's all I ask. You do like me, don't you?”
“I...”, Apollo seemed to search for the answer in Klavier's eyes, the way he stared at him intensely. “I do.”, he said after a while, his chords of steel notably absent during those words.
Klavier couldn't help but smile broadly. “So then there is no problem!”, he decided, tipped up Apollo's chin and kissed him, softly at first, but quickly moving on to not quite as chaste a touch.
Apollo whimpered against his lips but returned the kiss that wasn't their first, though they hadn't kissed nearly as often as Klavier would have liked.
Suddenly there were hands on his chest, slightly fisting his shirt and keeping him close, and at the same time Apollo intensified their kiss. Oh, how Klavier loved it when the smaller man took the initiative! He allowed it gracefully, even turning them around so he himself was back up against the wall. He wondered how far he could coax Apollo, how far the other would go, right here, out on a back road behind court.
They kissed with lips and tongues and teeth, and Apollo certainly gave as good as he took. Klavier was honestly surprised when he felt hands on his belt, opening it and pullin down the zipper without much hesitation. He moaned approvingly against Apollo's lips, urging him on without words. He was loving this, as proved by a sizable erection straining against his pants.
He had to finally break the kiss when those same hands slipped inside his underwear, touching him where he most needed it. “Ah, Herr Forehead...!”, he panted, then gasped when his throat was bitten sharply.
“It's Apollo!”, the smaller man breathed against his ear with a husky voice that spoke of his own arousal.
The tone itself was enough to turn Klavier on even more. He nodded absentmindedly. “Apollo. Yes.”, he agreed, but he'd probably have agreed to a lot of things right now.
“Good.”, he heard Apollo say, then his hands were busy on Klavier's trousers again, slowly pushing them down.
Klavier moaned openly, his hands clawed into the fabric of Apollo's waistcoat on his back. He needed him close, the mere thought of letting go a sheer impossibility.
“You're so easy...”, Apollo murmured, “You should practice some restraint, don't you think?”
Those words rang a bell, and he hated his cock for twitching at the thought of somone entirely else saying those exact words to him not too long ago. It was sick, it was wrong, and yet he was so hard that it hurt and he needed Apollo so very much right now!
“Please, Apollo!”
A strong hold on his cock, stroking him just right, and he almost screamed, barely remembering that they were outside and that he really should hold back just a little.
“You want it. You want me, don't you?”
As if that question wasn't entirely redundant at this point, but Klavier managed to nod anyway, pushing into Apollo's hand as he did so.
“God, that's... I don't have any... did you bring...?”
“Yes! Yes, I have... in my pocket...”
Klavier began to search the pockets of his jacket, but his movements were erratic and soon Apollo pushed his hands away, coming up with the desired objects in short time. He ripped open the little package and handed Klavier the condom.
“Put it on me...”, he didn't quite order, but it was definitely stronger than a mere request.
Klavier watched Apollo open his pants and sighed happily when the other's cock was freed from its confinement. Admittedly, he hadn't pictured their encounter quite like this, but it was good and perfect, and right now he didn't want it any other way, so he rolled the condom on, looking at the still flushed face of the small attorney.
He wasn't just cute. He was beautiful. Klavier had known that, of course, but not like this. He hadn't seen arousal and want open on his face, and it made Apollo even more desirable to him.
“I want you.”, he whispered and kissed Apollo once more, because he really needed to say it again.
Apollo smiled, surprisingly shyly considering what he was doing. “Me too.”, he answered, and swallowed. “T-Turn around, please?”
Klavier smiled, seeing the adorable man he'd fallen for once more. “Of course.”
He hoped he hadn't broken the spell, he quite liked this new forceful side he'd discovered in Apollo. He wasn't disappointed when a finger, slick with lube from the little tube he'd brought, pressed against his opening.
He kept smiling, grateful that Apollo had taken the time to warm the liquid with his hands before applying it to him. The finger slid in and he took a deep breath to relax, enjoying the feeling of preperation. He liked this part, it was more than just means to an end. He moaned softly, letting Apollo know that he was fine, and was soon rewarded with another digit stretching him. He felt hot inside and out, and couldn't help but have more pronounced moans escape him as those fingers flickered across his prostate.
Klavier would have admit to losing track of time a bit at this point, because it seemed impossibly soon when Apollo drew back his hand to replace it with something else, and he welcomed his cock inside him, as if he'd only been waiting for just that, waited for it for a long, long time.
“Mmh, Apollo...”, he sighed, not even thinking about calling him another name.
He heard grunts from behind him, relishing in the way Apollo sounded. He never could have imagined his voice to be this deep with arousal, this strong.
It was bound to be a short tryst, given the location, but Klavier didn't mind. He never thought about holding back, giving in to the fast rhythm Apollo set for them without question. Yes, it was definitely over too fast, but it was good when Apollo bit his shoulder to muffle his scream of completion, a luxory Klavier didn't have and to be honest, he couldn't bring himself to care.
He'd never been all that good at keeping silent.
Somehow, however, he doubted that Apollo would be to cross with him.
Klavier listened to both of their harsh breathing slowing down, losing itself in the echos of the back road.
“Was that what you needed?”, Apollo asked, head still pressed against Klavier's back.
Klavier smiled, and he thought it was audible in his voice. “Yes. Just this... yes.”
“Hm.”
Klavier wondered whether that was how Apollo's smile sounded.
“I'll want it again.”, he warned quickly, “Not like this, probably, but in general...”
That earned him an honest to god chuckle. “I understand!”, and then, after a moment: “So do I.”
~the end.