Fanfic (Ace Attorney): His Word Is Law
Title: His Word Is Law
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Apollo
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Ace Attorney series.
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: Apollo comes across an interesting letter in his employer's office and before he knows it Kristoph Gavin takes him out to an unausual party where he makes him wear a collar, kneel for him and be an overall good boy. Scary? Or the best thing that ever happened to him?
One afternoon Apollo was dutifully filing away important documents belonding to Mr. Gavin's current case. He had made copies of all those his employer would need in court tomorrow and added them to the court file. Now he faced the last stack of papers, on top of which was a letter sticking out of a black envelope.
The letterhead simply said 'The Club' and Apollo eyed it curiously for he could not remember that institution being named in the case so far. He had only just begun to read it to see if it did belong to it when it was snatched from his hands.
He looked up at his boss and was in turn regarded with a strict gaze. He swallowed. “M-Mr. Gavin!”, he stuttered, certain that all his work had been alright and that a stern look like that was not something he had in any way earned.
“Is there a reason for you to go through my private mail, Mr. Justice?”
Apollo's face went all white. He looked over at the desk and- oh no, he really had mistaken the pile of letters!
“I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin, it was my mistake, it won't happen again, I really am sorry...!”
A simple gesture silenced him and when he looked back at Gavin the familiar smile was back in place. Apollo let out a sigh of relief.
“Well then. You seemed rather intrigued though.”
And with that his anxiety was back with full force. “No, sir, I mean, I was very focused because of the case and-”
“This letter is not related to the case though, is it, Mr. Justice?”
Apollo hated and loved it when Mr. Gavin behaved like this. Hated it, because it made him so nervous he couldn't speak, loved it, because it showed him why his boss was one of the best - if not the best - defense attorney out there and why he was his great idol.
Right now however he felt like a rabbit in front of a snake, and while this rabbit might have admired the snake under any circumstances it was also quite intimidated.
“I haven't read it, you see, I was just looking at it to see whether I should be reading it...!”
'Very good, Justice, he must be in awe of your eloquence.', he thought with a mental eye roll at himself.
Kristoph Gavin eyed his young protegé for a moment before looking back at the letter in his hand, apparently studying it leasurely. “It is an invitation.”, he explained after a while, “And it so happens that I am lacking a 'plus one' for tonight. Since you seem so interested, it only follows that you should fill that role for me, don't you think?”
There was only one man in the world who could look at Apollo with a smile that made him want to say 'yes, sir' and forget about anything else, and unfortunately he was standing right in front of him. So Apollo said “Yes, sir”, despite the fact that his mouth was all dry and he had a very odd feeling about this whole thing.
He was sitting in the passenger seat next to Mr. Gavin, dressed in a pair of black dress pants that he thought were a tad bit too tight for him and a simple white shirt. He pressed his wet palms against his knees and stared at his hands with all the concenration he was capable of, trying very hard not to glance over at his boss.
“Mr. Justice?”
Apollo would have jumped, had the seat belt not been keeping him down. “Y-Yes, Mr. Gavin...?”
“The establishment we will be spending the night at has certain rules. Much like a court room, you understand?”
“I-I think so. I mean, yes! I'm okay!”, or at least he hoped he was. Mr. Gavin seemed to be all calm as he drove through the late evening traffic, but one could never tell for certain with him.
“The Club values its members' privacy. We will therefore not use our real names.”
Apollo swallowed. That didn't sound anything like the parties he'd heard of or been to so far.
“You will adress me as 'sir'. That should not be too difficult, right?”, the blond man smiled with a quick glance at Apollo, who nodded in response.
“What will you call me... sir?”
“Hm...”, another short look, “Do you have a nick name?”
“At school they used to call me 'Polly'...!”, he blurted out before he could stop himself. He should have thought of a cooler name! What kind of man called himself 'Polly'!?
As had to be expected, Mr. Gavin chuckled softly. Apollo felt miserable already. “Polly it is then. It suits you.”
He felt his cheeks grow warm. “Um. Thank you, sir, I think...”
Apollo might have tried to change his name for the night despite the questionable compliment, but it was too late when just then Mr. Gavin pulled into a parking lot. The place it belonged to looked a little like a hotel from the outside, though there seemed to be no flashy signs with its name on the outside.
They got out of the car and Apollo expected them to walk right in, but Gavin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the taller man, unsure what else he was to be told.
“There is one more thing.”, Gavin pulled something from the pocket of his dark suit, “Close your eyes.”
Apollo did so before he could even make out what exactly the mysterious item was, but it became clear when something that felt like leather slid around his neck and was carefully fastened at the back.
“Mr. Gavin...?”
“It's alright. You can open your eyes now.”
Apollo did and instantly raised his hands to touch the thing around his throat. It seemed to be... “A collar...?” ...with a D-shaped ring at the front. He knew Mr. Gavin liked dogs, but this was a litte weird.
“Yes, a collar. It will show everyone tonight that you already belong to someone.”
His body couldn't decide whether to go pale or blush bright red. “B-B-Belong!?”
Gavin looped one finger through the ring of Apollo's collar. “Exactly, Polly. And I'm sure you'll be a good boy and do exactly as I say. Won't you?”, and that might have been a smile on his face, but it wasn't one he'd seen before.
He didn't know how to answer. Kristoph Gavin confused him frequently, but in the end... Apollo swallowed. In the end he always took care of him and taught him something. He was his mentor after all. Surely he wouldn't do anything to harm him, even though his methods were anything but normal.
“Yes, sir.”, he finally said, surprising himself by not stuttering. 'Hah! Vocal cords of steel! I will not falter!'
Gavin patted him on the head. It felt odd, but kind of nice. “Good boy.”
At one point, Apollo wasn't sure where his shirt had gone. Mr. Gavin had taken it away some time ago and said that he looked better without it. Another rule he had been introduced to was 'My word is law', and that word had him kneeling next to Gavin and at one point had made him kiss his shoes. He couldn't believe he'd done that. But he'd been praised by his mentor for it and that had felt very good.
Now however he was beginning to doubt if going along with everything Kristoph Gavin said was such a bright idea.
“Trust me, Polly.”
It had become way too easy to just do whatever he was told when his mentor said that. He closed his eyes and allowed the blind fold Gavin had been holding to be tied around his head.
“Now open your mouth.”
He did that, too, without asking, and he knew what was coming only because Mr. Gavin had told him in advance. 'You will suck my cock, in front of everyone, and you will like it.', he had said.
Apollo had never done anything like that with another man, but if anyone could teach him, it was Mr. Gavin. That was why he willingly accepted the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked on it experimentally. It didn't taste bad at all. A bit salty, but not bad. He licked along its length, then back to the tip and started to swallow more of it. That seemed to please Gavin, but soon he had to pull back to prevent himself from gagging. His hair was patted and the moans he heard from above encouraged him. He had never thought Gavin's voice could sound like that!
He wasn't very experienced, but he seemed to please anyway because it didn't take too long until his hair was taken into a firmer grip and he had only that much for a warning to relax before Gavin came, spilling his load down his throat with a loud, guttural moan.
Apollo was quickly getting used to the fact that Mr. Gavin knew him better than he knew himself. He thought about his life and his future frequently and had a very good idea of what was supposed to happen in it and what wasn't. Sucking his boss off in front of an audience wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind as possible, much less desirable. And yet here he was, stumbling blindly after Kristoph Gavin, led only by a determined pull on his collar.
His collar.
There was simply no time to doubt. Every now and then he looked around while Gavin was talking to others (he himself was ordered to be silent, but he wouldn't have known what to say anyway), but every time his attention strayed too far from his boss there was a tug on his collar or a tap against his leg and he looked back up at Gavin to see a pleased smile.
So now that Gavin had established that Apollo would basically do whatever he wanted, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he also allowed the man to tie him up. Or rather, he put softly padded leather cuffs on his wrists and used chains to connect them to a set of rings on the wall. The cuffs were of a dark brown, slighty reddish color that he liked and they didn't feel at all uncomfortable.
Gavin's mouth was right by his ear when he spoke, “I am going to hurt you.”, he said, making it sound like a promise.
Apollo tried to look at him, but the angle was bad and all he got was curls of blond hair tickling his face. “H-Hurt me?”, he asked bashfully. 'Why would he do that?', his heart raced, but his mind was too sluggish to follow, as if he'd been drunk, though he knew he hadn't had any alcohol.
He felt more than saw Gavin nod. “Yes.”, there were hands on his back, touching and kneding the warm flesh. “I've been wanting to for a while now. Don't worry though, I think you have the taste for it.”
Apollo was still trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean when a stinging pain rushed through his body, originating from his back. He cried out in pain and surprise. What had he been hit with? He wanted to take a look over his shoulder, but a clear “Eyes in front, Polly.”, prevented it.
Before he knew it the beating continued, lash after lash rained down on his back. He screamed and whimpered and soon his perception was reduced to the burning pain on is back and shoulders. He thought it would never end and had, in a way, surrendered himself to that fate, when suddenly it did stop.
He shivered and would have long since collapsed had it not been for the cuffs chaining him to the wall. He was breathing irregularly, gulps of air interrupted by continuous sobbing. He wasn't angry, but very, very confused.
That was when Gavin was back, right behind him, almost touching his tender backside. His hands were left and right of Apollo's head as he gently nuzzled his cheek, never minding that it was wet with tears. Then his hands touched him, sliding down his hips and to his crotch, cupping an erection Apollo hadn't been aware of.
He moaned, eyes wide with amazement.
Gavin chuckled. “I told you, didn't I?”, he asked and kept groping him through his pants, making it impossible for Apollo to answer him in words. Instead he pushed into that hand that felt so good and groaned, voice filled with arousal. The pain was all but forgotten. His back was still sensitive, but it merely served to send surges of pleasure through his body when Gavin strived it.
He wasn't sure whether or not he came then, but he must have, anything else would have driven him mad for good.
If it was Gavin's goal to have Apollo's whole being focused solely on his person, eagerly awaiting what he had planned next, then it had been a raving success. His eyes were on him - and nothing else - for the rest of the night.
It was the single most erotic night in Apollo's life so far, and he spent most of it in a daze. He remembered doing several embarrassing things for Gavin, and he also remembered enjoying them. He'd been hurt at some point and scared, but in the end he'd always been grateful and oddly happy. Back in the car he actually fell asleep, never having felt so tired - or so fulfilled. None of what had happened tonight had been his choice, but all of it had been good and right.
When he came to work the next day, he found a dark red collar on his desk, waiting for him.
~end.
Rating: R/NC-17
Pairing: Kristoph/Apollo
Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to the Ace Attorney series.
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: Apollo comes across an interesting letter in his employer's office and before he knows it Kristoph Gavin takes him out to an unausual party where he makes him wear a collar, kneel for him and be an overall good boy. Scary? Or the best thing that ever happened to him?
One afternoon Apollo was dutifully filing away important documents belonding to Mr. Gavin's current case. He had made copies of all those his employer would need in court tomorrow and added them to the court file. Now he faced the last stack of papers, on top of which was a letter sticking out of a black envelope.
The letterhead simply said 'The Club' and Apollo eyed it curiously for he could not remember that institution being named in the case so far. He had only just begun to read it to see if it did belong to it when it was snatched from his hands.
He looked up at his boss and was in turn regarded with a strict gaze. He swallowed. “M-Mr. Gavin!”, he stuttered, certain that all his work had been alright and that a stern look like that was not something he had in any way earned.
“Is there a reason for you to go through my private mail, Mr. Justice?”
Apollo's face went all white. He looked over at the desk and- oh no, he really had mistaken the pile of letters!
“I'm sorry, Mr. Gavin, it was my mistake, it won't happen again, I really am sorry...!”
A simple gesture silenced him and when he looked back at Gavin the familiar smile was back in place. Apollo let out a sigh of relief.
“Well then. You seemed rather intrigued though.”
And with that his anxiety was back with full force. “No, sir, I mean, I was very focused because of the case and-”
“This letter is not related to the case though, is it, Mr. Justice?”
Apollo hated and loved it when Mr. Gavin behaved like this. Hated it, because it made him so nervous he couldn't speak, loved it, because it showed him why his boss was one of the best - if not the best - defense attorney out there and why he was his great idol.
Right now however he felt like a rabbit in front of a snake, and while this rabbit might have admired the snake under any circumstances it was also quite intimidated.
“I haven't read it, you see, I was just looking at it to see whether I should be reading it...!”
'Very good, Justice, he must be in awe of your eloquence.', he thought with a mental eye roll at himself.
Kristoph Gavin eyed his young protegé for a moment before looking back at the letter in his hand, apparently studying it leasurely. “It is an invitation.”, he explained after a while, “And it so happens that I am lacking a 'plus one' for tonight. Since you seem so interested, it only follows that you should fill that role for me, don't you think?”
There was only one man in the world who could look at Apollo with a smile that made him want to say 'yes, sir' and forget about anything else, and unfortunately he was standing right in front of him. So Apollo said “Yes, sir”, despite the fact that his mouth was all dry and he had a very odd feeling about this whole thing.
He was sitting in the passenger seat next to Mr. Gavin, dressed in a pair of black dress pants that he thought were a tad bit too tight for him and a simple white shirt. He pressed his wet palms against his knees and stared at his hands with all the concenration he was capable of, trying very hard not to glance over at his boss.
“Mr. Justice?”
Apollo would have jumped, had the seat belt not been keeping him down. “Y-Yes, Mr. Gavin...?”
“The establishment we will be spending the night at has certain rules. Much like a court room, you understand?”
“I-I think so. I mean, yes! I'm okay!”, or at least he hoped he was. Mr. Gavin seemed to be all calm as he drove through the late evening traffic, but one could never tell for certain with him.
“The Club values its members' privacy. We will therefore not use our real names.”
Apollo swallowed. That didn't sound anything like the parties he'd heard of or been to so far.
“You will adress me as 'sir'. That should not be too difficult, right?”, the blond man smiled with a quick glance at Apollo, who nodded in response.
“What will you call me... sir?”
“Hm...”, another short look, “Do you have a nick name?”
“At school they used to call me 'Polly'...!”, he blurted out before he could stop himself. He should have thought of a cooler name! What kind of man called himself 'Polly'!?
As had to be expected, Mr. Gavin chuckled softly. Apollo felt miserable already. “Polly it is then. It suits you.”
He felt his cheeks grow warm. “Um. Thank you, sir, I think...”
Apollo might have tried to change his name for the night despite the questionable compliment, but it was too late when just then Mr. Gavin pulled into a parking lot. The place it belonged to looked a little like a hotel from the outside, though there seemed to be no flashy signs with its name on the outside.
They got out of the car and Apollo expected them to walk right in, but Gavin stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He looked up at the taller man, unsure what else he was to be told.
“There is one more thing.”, Gavin pulled something from the pocket of his dark suit, “Close your eyes.”
Apollo did so before he could even make out what exactly the mysterious item was, but it became clear when something that felt like leather slid around his neck and was carefully fastened at the back.
“Mr. Gavin...?”
“It's alright. You can open your eyes now.”
Apollo did and instantly raised his hands to touch the thing around his throat. It seemed to be... “A collar...?” ...with a D-shaped ring at the front. He knew Mr. Gavin liked dogs, but this was a litte weird.
“Yes, a collar. It will show everyone tonight that you already belong to someone.”
His body couldn't decide whether to go pale or blush bright red. “B-B-Belong!?”
Gavin looped one finger through the ring of Apollo's collar. “Exactly, Polly. And I'm sure you'll be a good boy and do exactly as I say. Won't you?”, and that might have been a smile on his face, but it wasn't one he'd seen before.
He didn't know how to answer. Kristoph Gavin confused him frequently, but in the end... Apollo swallowed. In the end he always took care of him and taught him something. He was his mentor after all. Surely he wouldn't do anything to harm him, even though his methods were anything but normal.
“Yes, sir.”, he finally said, surprising himself by not stuttering. 'Hah! Vocal cords of steel! I will not falter!'
Gavin patted him on the head. It felt odd, but kind of nice. “Good boy.”
At one point, Apollo wasn't sure where his shirt had gone. Mr. Gavin had taken it away some time ago and said that he looked better without it. Another rule he had been introduced to was 'My word is law', and that word had him kneeling next to Gavin and at one point had made him kiss his shoes. He couldn't believe he'd done that. But he'd been praised by his mentor for it and that had felt very good.
Now however he was beginning to doubt if going along with everything Kristoph Gavin said was such a bright idea.
“Trust me, Polly.”
It had become way too easy to just do whatever he was told when his mentor said that. He closed his eyes and allowed the blind fold Gavin had been holding to be tied around his head.
“Now open your mouth.”
He did that, too, without asking, and he knew what was coming only because Mr. Gavin had told him in advance. 'You will suck my cock, in front of everyone, and you will like it.', he had said.
Apollo had never done anything like that with another man, but if anyone could teach him, it was Mr. Gavin. That was why he willingly accepted the head of his cock into his mouth and sucked on it experimentally. It didn't taste bad at all. A bit salty, but not bad. He licked along its length, then back to the tip and started to swallow more of it. That seemed to please Gavin, but soon he had to pull back to prevent himself from gagging. His hair was patted and the moans he heard from above encouraged him. He had never thought Gavin's voice could sound like that!
He wasn't very experienced, but he seemed to please anyway because it didn't take too long until his hair was taken into a firmer grip and he had only that much for a warning to relax before Gavin came, spilling his load down his throat with a loud, guttural moan.
Apollo was quickly getting used to the fact that Mr. Gavin knew him better than he knew himself. He thought about his life and his future frequently and had a very good idea of what was supposed to happen in it and what wasn't. Sucking his boss off in front of an audience wasn't something that had ever crossed his mind as possible, much less desirable. And yet here he was, stumbling blindly after Kristoph Gavin, led only by a determined pull on his collar.
His collar.
There was simply no time to doubt. Every now and then he looked around while Gavin was talking to others (he himself was ordered to be silent, but he wouldn't have known what to say anyway), but every time his attention strayed too far from his boss there was a tug on his collar or a tap against his leg and he looked back up at Gavin to see a pleased smile.
So now that Gavin had established that Apollo would basically do whatever he wanted, it shouldn't have come as a surprise that he also allowed the man to tie him up. Or rather, he put softly padded leather cuffs on his wrists and used chains to connect them to a set of rings on the wall. The cuffs were of a dark brown, slighty reddish color that he liked and they didn't feel at all uncomfortable.
Gavin's mouth was right by his ear when he spoke, “I am going to hurt you.”, he said, making it sound like a promise.
Apollo tried to look at him, but the angle was bad and all he got was curls of blond hair tickling his face. “H-Hurt me?”, he asked bashfully. 'Why would he do that?', his heart raced, but his mind was too sluggish to follow, as if he'd been drunk, though he knew he hadn't had any alcohol.
He felt more than saw Gavin nod. “Yes.”, there were hands on his back, touching and kneding the warm flesh. “I've been wanting to for a while now. Don't worry though, I think you have the taste for it.”
Apollo was still trying to figure out what that was supposed to mean when a stinging pain rushed through his body, originating from his back. He cried out in pain and surprise. What had he been hit with? He wanted to take a look over his shoulder, but a clear “Eyes in front, Polly.”, prevented it.
Before he knew it the beating continued, lash after lash rained down on his back. He screamed and whimpered and soon his perception was reduced to the burning pain on is back and shoulders. He thought it would never end and had, in a way, surrendered himself to that fate, when suddenly it did stop.
He shivered and would have long since collapsed had it not been for the cuffs chaining him to the wall. He was breathing irregularly, gulps of air interrupted by continuous sobbing. He wasn't angry, but very, very confused.
That was when Gavin was back, right behind him, almost touching his tender backside. His hands were left and right of Apollo's head as he gently nuzzled his cheek, never minding that it was wet with tears. Then his hands touched him, sliding down his hips and to his crotch, cupping an erection Apollo hadn't been aware of.
He moaned, eyes wide with amazement.
Gavin chuckled. “I told you, didn't I?”, he asked and kept groping him through his pants, making it impossible for Apollo to answer him in words. Instead he pushed into that hand that felt so good and groaned, voice filled with arousal. The pain was all but forgotten. His back was still sensitive, but it merely served to send surges of pleasure through his body when Gavin strived it.
He wasn't sure whether or not he came then, but he must have, anything else would have driven him mad for good.
If it was Gavin's goal to have Apollo's whole being focused solely on his person, eagerly awaiting what he had planned next, then it had been a raving success. His eyes were on him - and nothing else - for the rest of the night.
It was the single most erotic night in Apollo's life so far, and he spent most of it in a daze. He remembered doing several embarrassing things for Gavin, and he also remembered enjoying them. He'd been hurt at some point and scared, but in the end he'd always been grateful and oddly happy. Back in the car he actually fell asleep, never having felt so tired - or so fulfilled. None of what had happened tonight had been his choice, but all of it had been good and right.
When he came to work the next day, he found a dark red collar on his desk, waiting for him.
~end.