The Sea is Merciless

by cuteandilusian

Gant exerts his power to try to break Edgeworth, but Miles draws on something deep within to survive. This is an awful thing I needed to do to Edgeworth. Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney, its characters and settings, are property of Capcom, and are being used here without permission. Warning: explicit rape.

"You are mine," said Gant.

"no."

"Say it." Pressure applied to his windpipe. Panic.

…no…

"You are mine." Repeated. His hair tangled in fingers and palm. A sharp blow, his forehead bouncing off the hardwood floor.

In his ear now. "Whose are you?"

"mine."

"Mi..l..e..s," a slow, wet whisper. The hands around his neck. And the rest of him jerking and twitching beneath, bare. Stroking his hair now. Then the rhythm. Gant pumping again, seeming to enjoy the effort. The struggle. The suffering.

Bile rose in Miles' throat, not for the least reason that his body reacted to being fucked. Hate, fear, but shocked by bolts of pleasure. Grunts and moans escaped him.

"You are disgusting." Gant smiled the words through clenched teeth. He thrust again, hip bones crushing, and roared as he came.

Miles shuttered, struggled for breath, felt tears at the corners of his eyes. "Oh don't think it's over for you," Damon gasped. He yanked himself free and thrust a finger into Miles. He reached around Miles' naked body and began to stroke him.

"Say it. Say you are mine. All this is mine," he cooed.

Miles wanted to scream against his pounding heart, his sickening guilt and his unwanted arousal. "I am my own," he panted, "I am mine."

"No!" Gant yelled, plunging another finger, tightening his grip, "You are mine!"

"No! I am his," Miles heard himself yell back, as his erection pulsed.

"What," a pause. Gant pulled Miles around to look him in the eye.

"His," Miles said, opening his eyes and then narrowing them at Gant's expression.

"Who's?"

"Phoenix. I am Phoenix's. I will always be his."

A sneer curled Gant's lip. He stroked hard and fast, thrust deep within. "Mine."

Miles bucked against him and let his mind go. Thoughts of Phoenix – his grin, his touch, his stupid hair, the secret life they shared together - flooded his head, and he came powerfully with thoughts of nothing but love for just that briefest of moments.

His body went limp. He breathing was labored, eyes sliding half-way shut.

Gant threw himself back, grabbed a towel and wiped his hands. He cinched his belt and stood up.

From below him, bruised, beaten, bloody, shivering and nude, hands bound, wrists raw, covered in ejaculate and lube, oozing, drooling, eyes wet with tears, Miles Edgeworth began to laugh. "You'll never have me," he rasped.