Out In The Open: Out In The Open

Title: Out in the Open
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney / Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney
Pairing/s: Apollo/Klavier, Miles/Phoenix, Phoenix/Apollo/Klavier
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash, Swinging, Implied Spanking/Punishment, Three/More-some, Double Penetration - both simultaneous oral/anal and double anal (two cocks in one asshole)
 

 

Apollo surprises Klavier after several minutes of amiable, if subtext driven conversation by being the one to suggest that they all continue their evening at his apartment and inquiring as to the whereabouts of Mr. Edgeworth, if Phoenix was expected elsewhere.

 

“No, That sounds fine… your place is close by.” Phoenix is attempting not to smirk openly and Klavier knows that if he can see it then it must be painfully obvious to Apollo. “Miles had ‘some pressing business to attend to.’ His words, not mine.” The older attorney rolls his eyes in amusement. “He’ll join us later on if that’s alright with you two?” Phoenix is addressing Apollo but spares Klavier a glance as they both agree with easy smiles and nods.

 

As they make to exit, Phoenix pulls out his cell and sends a text message that he’d fairly obviously composed in advance while Klavier stifles his amusement behind a cough and Apollo pretends not to notice, instead bidding the smiling pastry girl farewell with a promise to return soon and they all shuffle out the door; their departure accompanied by a waft of honey and butter and the light chime of tiny bells.

 

Outside, the three of them fall into step with each other almost too easily, Klavier to Apollo’s left and Phoenix on his right, flanking the shorter man like guards…

 

Phoenix Wright, Klavier decides is indeed handsome. Since regaining his Attorney badge and restoring his good name the figure he cut had become much more impressive and Klavier has to wonder how much of the resigned and jaded demeanor he’d displayed over his seven year ‘friendship’ with Kristoph had been an act… Surely it had taken an enthusiastic resolve to wait that long for redress, playing his cards and keys and minds to unearth the final devastating truth.

 

His drab clothing and ‘camera’ beanie are gone and he’s back in the suits which, despite having become more tailored and expensive, are still true blue. He’d even taken recently to wearing a dress shirt and vest ensemble with sleeves rolled to the elbow much like Apollo, into the courtroom, insisting that he tends to sweat far less without the jacket.

 

Klavier had been so completely focused on his developing romance with Apollo for much of his early friendship with Phoenix that he had never seriously entertained the notion of physical attraction to the man. It had also taken him some time to get past his conflicted feelings concerning all that had happened between himself, Phoenix and Kristoph. There was that, and there was also the fact that Phoenix was very obviously claimed territory… Not that something like that would ordinarily keep Klavier from a little harmless flirting… However, invoking the wrath of Miles Edgeworth was definitely not on his short list, even if the man was no longer a prosecutor.

 

Now though, things had changed so much. Klavier’s mind had calmed significantly since his final conversation with Kristoph, now nearly seven months past; the one that had nearly driven him over the edge into despair… Since then and with Apollo’s continued understanding support, Klavier had mostly come to terms with the fact that he would never truly understand why... why any of it had happened… and now that book had been closed forever, its contents ultimately unknowable anyway… It comforts Klavier a little to know that stories of brothers almost always give way to stories of lovers, in one way or another one must eventually leave his brother for his lover… and Apollo is his story now, his new inspiration… Klavier smiles at the notion.

 

By the time they make it to the lobby of Apollo’s building, any pretense of obliviousness has dissolved, and all three are now openly flirting with each other, exchanging crass innuendo and lingering intimate touches, focusing on the shorter attorney who continues to blush lightly despite his eager participation.

 

They manage to pile into the elevator behind Apollo blandly enough but the second the door slides closed they’re pressing him against it, smoothing their hands down the front of his untucked dress shirt and leaning their bodies into his. Klavier’s lips find Apollo’s racing pulse-point as Phoenix slams the button for the 10th floor.

 

For his part Apollo does seem to be legitimately surprised by the sudden shift in demeanor between them, arching back with a sharp gasp, his head thudding lightly against the warbled stainless steel door as Klavier accosts his neck and ear, as Phoenix works a thigh in between the shorter man’s and slowly rocks up and in. Klavier finds that he’s a little shocked at Phoenix’s forwardness. Although it had been agreed upon in advance what they were here for, he had expected a bit more… trepidation? Reserve?

 

 

‘Perhaps Herr Wright has been keeping a fantasy of his own…’ Klavier hammers down a bit of burgeoning possessiveness at that thought, instead refocusing his attentions on Apollo, skimming a hand up beneath his shirt to tease one tiny stiff nipple, relishing the shivering heat suffusing his own body and pooling in his groin at the sight of Apollo’s flushed cheeks and knitted brow, the glisten off the wet parts of his slightly open mouth.

 

They each take one of Apollo’s arms to keep him from tumbling into the empty hallway when the elevator finally slides open at floor ten and practically drag him down the hall to his own door, laughing at the shorter man’s squawk of surprise when Klavier slides a hand into his left front pocket, caressing intimately for a moment before curling his fingers around Apollo’s key ring.

 

The door is opened and then swiftly closed behind them.

 

Once inside they separate slightly, taking a moment to turn on lights and discard jackets and shoes by the door and Apollo almost gets an offer of drinks blurted out before they’re on him again, backing him up against the hallway credenza and upsetting a dish of coins and keys in their haste to continue undressing the smaller man. Klavier goes for the buttons on Apollo’s shirt while Phoenix continues to distract him with touches, drawing him closer to them, down off the edge of the entryway furniture.

 

Although Apollo had been very detailed (despite being very drunk) in the description he’d offered of his fantasy, Klavier is still struck by his pliancy. Beyond arching to their touches and voicing his pleasure he was fairly non-reciprocal, making no attempt to undress either of them, something Apollo was usually all too eager to do... Generally in a matter of seconds he had Klavier’s clothes off, or open, ‘or sometimes even torn verdammt…’ in his passionate haste to get to the prosecutor’s skin. But, under their combined attention, the usually forceful man that Klavier had experience with is not in evidence. ‘Ja… He must really wish to act out this part…’

 

 

Phoenix’s voice is soft and noticeably strained against Klavier’s ear when the older man leans into him, breathing hotly along his jaw line, and the unexpectedly pleasant shiver which arcs through the prosecutor’s tensed body at the contact has him sucking in a hissing, eye fluttering breath. His body’s strong reaction surprises Klavier enough that he nearly misses that Phoenix softly mutters- “Bathroom…”

 

Momentarily confused, Klavier pauses with his fingers just inside Apollo’s open fly, his lips coming up off the shorter man’s flushed skin only a fraction of an inch. He’s slightly aware of a protesting groan from the younger attorney but he is focusing more at the moment on Phoenix’s body, which has come to rest fully along his left side, an arm draped casually but intimately across his lower back, large strong fingers gripping his upper thigh lightly. Klavier bites his lip when those fingers splay inward just far enough to tease. “Ja…? Whaa-?”

 

“That Tub…” The voice and hot breath against his ear and the subtle way Phoenix is feeling him up does little to help Klavier’s concentration but he still manages to catch the older attorney’s words and tone.

‘Tub…? Oh! Ja.. ja…’ Apollo’s bathroom, with its freestanding claw foot bathtub… Klavier recalls some pleasant times he and Apollo had enjoyed there, remembers how he’d stared at it initially, while Apollo had been signing the lease papers, thinking it had to be large enough to accommodate them both… in a variety of positions… It was a tub to dream about. Klavier sighs happily for just a second before… the realization hits and his eyes snap open.

 

“Achtung! Herr Wright!” The older attorney pulls away slightly at his outburst, eyebrows raised. Klavier is grinning… giddy with the teasing to his body and the game they’re playing with Apollo and the strangeness of the whole situation. He laughs aloud as Phoenix regards him with bewildered amusement. Apollo also seems to come back to himself a bit, blinking his eyes slowly and letting out a long breath.

 

“You have been having impure thoughts about my Forehead!” He blurts out, noting how ridiculous that statement would sound if taken out of context. Apparently it’s still ridiculous, even to the initiated because both Apollo and Phoenix are struggling to contain their laughter. “About my Apollo …” Klavier amends, pouting until they both manage to straighten their faces back out.

 

“Guilty as charged…” Phoenix chuckles, still smirking… still pressed intimately close… still lightly massaging Klavier’s inner thigh… “and while we’re getting things out in the open… they weren’t always about him… Sometimes I thought about you too, Klavier.”

 

Klavier is suddenly blushing, pulse hammering in his throat and groin, his mouth open as if about to begin speaking but no words emerge.

 

Klavier- internationally successful musician- prosecutor since age seventeen- been on the cover of People magazine- throngs of women used to throw their panties at him in waves at Gavinners shows- blithely answered the most personal and embarrassing questions during interviews for MTV- Gavin is blushing and stuttering and hard as a rock at the notion of Phoenix Wright entertaining sexual fantasies about him…

 

“Put your mouth to better use there, Gavin” The older attorney gently nudges his jaw, turning his head back toward Apollo who meets his eyes with an indefinable expression; part amusement, part lust, part… affection…

 

“Apollo… Gott…I…” He begins, falling forward against the shorter man’s bared chest and wetly pressing his mouth back to the pale skin, clutching Apollo’s hand when it comes up to meet his, slightly reeling with strange emotions.

 

“It’s ok Klavier… He can touch you too, if you want… Ju- just don’t leave me hanging.” Apollo’s breath quickens again as Klavier groans against his clavicle. Klavier can feel the older attorney shifting at his back; feel his unbuttoned shirt being dragged down off his shoulders and a warm weight settling against him. Phoenix loops his arms beneath Klavier’s and around Apollo’s lower back, drawing them all tightly together and maneuvering them down the hall to the apartment’s rather impressive bathroom.

 

As they grope and stumble their way through the open door Phoenix flips on the vanity lamp, its soft glow mingling with the spill of city light from the large window to illuminate the room at a relaxing level then he breaks away briefly to start running warm water into the bathtub, leaving Klavier to resume stripping Apollo.

 

“I didn’t know you were so into Mr. Wright…” Apollo chuckles against his lips when he leans in to claim a kiss and Klavier’s cheeks flame anew.

 

“I am as shocked as you, Forehead…” He mutters, fighting down the flush in his face and the rattling of his nerves. “Just when he said… he thought of me… I don’t know what happened… I-”

 

“It’s good, Klavier. It’s good that you want him to touch you. This could get pretty awkward if you didn’t.” Apollo is finally divested of his boxer shorts and stands confidently nude in a puddle of his white and red clothing and Klavier can’t help but lean close to trail a calloused finger down the center of the brunette’s chest and abdomen, observing how his softly defined muscles twitch and his skin erupts in goose bumps. He continues his light tracing, down through dark coarse curls and then up, along topside of Apollo’s bobbing shaft, causing the smaller man’s eyes to flutter, his breath to quicken as Klavier wraps a hand lazily around it, stroking lightly.

 

“Water’s ready Klavier… uh, is he…?”

 

“Putty? Not quite yet, ja?” Klavier winks at the older attorney over Apollo’s left shoulder, splaying a palm firmly across his lower back to draw the shorter man into his hand. He feels the hot body he’s manipulating relax into his ministrations, going pliant and lax again as their game resumes.

 

Apollo is aware enough to groan in disappointment when Klavier pulls his hand away but doesn’t protest when he is turned to face Phoenix, beyond blushing fiercely and averting his eyes as the older man’s gaze rakes approvingly over his nude body. Together, with coaxing touches and leading gestures they steer Apollo toward the steaming tub.

 

To be continued…