Oneshot. Phoenix x Godot.
The smell of coffee wafted through the house, as Phoenix carried two cups into the living room. He handed one to Godot, who took it happily.
"So Why'd you come over anyway?" he asked the prosecutor, who was happily sipping the brown liquid.
He turned to him, blushing.
"I don't need to talk, my actions are louder than words, Trite." he said, grinning.
Phoenix knew why he really came over, Godot fancied him, it was blatantly obvious.
He laughed at that, he always called him that.
"Oh, give over. I know full well why you came over." he said, shifting closer to Godot.
He turned to face him, knowing he'd been rumbled.
"Yeah...and?" he said, making a faint grin.
Phoenix laughed, and put an arm around his neck.
"So? You gonna ask me or am I just gonna sit here all day?" he said, grinning.
Godot, for the first time ever, removed his visor, throwing it to the floor.
His red eyes looked striking against his bright white hair, he stared at Phoenix drinking in the sight like a dying man.
"Do I even need to ask? After all..." he said, pulling a tie from his pocket. "I don't ask. That's my rule." he said, pinning Phoenix to the sofa, gagging him with the tie.
Phoenix muffled, and raised his eyebrows, and make a sort of noise that sounded like "Go on then, I don't have all day."
Godot laughed, and pulled off his tie, and tied Phoenix's hands behind his back. He laid Phoenix face down on the sofa, and smacked his ass.
"After all, I always get my verdict."