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[paridelicto]

Characters: Xelloss, Edgeworth, Grif and Sion.
Setting/Location: Some lucky inn!
Date & Time: Day 0, dawn.
Warnings: This is filthy, perverted stuff.
Summary: I have no idea how to summarize this!

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[bytheking]

Pain. It was the first thing Sion acknowledged and, for a few excruciating seconds, the only thing he acknowledged. It was deep, throbbing, numbing, and blinding all at once - an extremely unpleasant combination. However, even though all that was true (and though it robbed Sion of his senses for one brief moment), he made no noise. His mind knew nothing of his situation, but his body was trained: it knew better than to show weakness. Once whatever it was that agitated his injury removed itself, his breath returned and the pain subsided enough for him to think. That was then he realized his horrors were only just beginning.

And, no, those "horrors" didn't include the fact that two men were lying on top of him, thankyouverymuch. Maybe it did. Just a little.Under normal circumstances Sion's first thoughts would have been about Kazuki. His safety, his well-being, whether he'd eaten or not, or any other everyday (and not-so-everyday) necessity. Right now, unfortunately, he didn't have that luxury. Much as he wanted it, much as it was hard

[paridelicto]

The back of Edgeworth's head connected with the floor--wood, quite solid, and dusty enough to knock his thoughts loose for a moment. For too long a moment, in fact, so that as the other men spoke, all he could hear was a faint hummm, words distant and faraway and completely unrealized. They were words he recognized and should have been able to comprehend, though there was something off about them; the voices and the faces, swimming into focus, were not recognizable. He did not know them. Strangers in a strange room, his head still reeling.

Then, his eyes sharpened, shaking his head slightly to clear it and restore his equilibrium of thought. This unidentified stranger was holding him down, demanding information. His eyes narrowed, body stiffening.

Where was he?

And: Who were these people?

Most importantly: How had been caught so off-guard by their aggressive actions?This was not his area of expertise; such dangerous positions were often delegated to those best equipped to handle them, and Edgeworth himself excelled in dealing

HAY GUISE WHAT'S GOIN ON THIS THRED.....

[wheelwork]

Right at that perfect moment, the door creaked open and an orange helmeted head stuck itself inside. "Hey, can--whoa."

It wasn't his fault he was tired, achey, and lost. Why did he have to be punished like this? All he wanted was to find that helpful maybe-local he had just run in to. Grif thought the guy had ducked in to one of these rooms, but apparently the one he decided to barge in to was not the correct choice.

This was obviously the awkward threesome room, starring either Three Dudes or Two Chicks and a Dude. He hadn't decided yet. "Whoa," he repeated, taking a step back, leaving the door hanging open. "Uh, can't you put a hat on the knob or something? Seriously."