Prologue:
He was doing it again.
And it was killing Apollo.
"WHY!?" he had screamed upon seeing the man in his doorway. But he knew why.
"Creatures like us know when we are betrayed. Even if they don't know they're betraying us," Phoenix confirmed, holding his shoulders gently as he cried into his chest.
"It hurts so much," he breathed. "How do I make it stop?" Make it stop.
Ten minutes later found Apollo Justice on his knees, holding onto the footboard of his own bed as Phoenix Wright made the pain go away.
"Don't think, Apollo. Feel. Feel me. Take and heal yourself." He drew the younger man up to rest against his chest, one hand pressing into his stomach as they continued their rhythm. The other over Apollo's breaking heart.
And as they stilled, muscles taunt and bodies trembling, Phoenix remained silent as Apollo cried for the one who had hurt him most.
"Klavier…"
Chapter One:
Phoenix Wright gave a small smile to the couple leaving the restaurant, taking one last swig of grape juice before he stood up from the piano. It was almost one. "See you tomorrow, Boris," he called to the owner, raising a hand in farewell. He stepped out into the back of the restaurant. "Ah," he sighed, tilting his head back and breathing in the smell of dirt, grime and life. "Finally."
Glancing left and then right, he nodded to himself as he started to undress there in the alleyway. First was the blue beanie, then the sweatshirt; a tight fitted button up was revealed from beneath the baggy thing. He rolled the black sleeves up above his elbows, allowing his arms to be caressed by the cool night air. Next, he stepped out of his sweatpants. Pitch colored jeans encased his bicycle-induced muscles as he reached behind the dumpster to retrieve a pair of large leather boots. Stomping into them, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a gold chain choker. The familiar weight of it around his neck made him smile. He hid his things in a box he'd placed their long ago.
"Now. Home." Blending into the shadows, he made his way down familiar streets, through comforting doors and up creaking stairs. The closer he got, the happier he became. It seemed like so long ago since he had allowed himself this simple pleasure. Eying the crowded hallway outside of the entrance, he ducked into the restroom for some last minute touches.
Leveling his head beneath the faucet, he ran his fingers through his hair and let the cold water wash away his carefully formed spikes. He squeezed out the excess moisture and grabbed a wad of paper towers. "Oh. Almost forgot." Reaching up, he took out his contacts and glanced at the mirror.
Gold eyes looked back at him.
Someone banged on the door. "Just a minute," he called as he toweled his hair. "Good enough…as if it really matters," he chuckled. Tugging on the two large bangs framing his face, it was hard to imagine them any other way. Of course the four perfect spikes he painstakingly molded on either side of his head were all part of his ace attorney persona. But Phoenix Wright was not here tonight.
"So…a Jewel has come home to its castle."
"As you knew I would, James," he grinned, turning. Silver eyes flashed in amusement as they embraced, resting their heads together briefly to relish in the contact. "Or is it Diamond tonight?"
He laughed. "James. If I really wanted to be myself tonight, Dee would have gone to the Poisonberry, not the Gates." He looked him up and down. "Though…it looks like Citrine is out and about tonight. Everything alright Rin?"
He closed his eyes a moment. Searching. Edgeworth was just getting up…so was his bed partner. "The distance makes it…somewhat bearable."
Dee embraced him again. "Come. We'll find someone worth your time. There's a regular that you'll love. He's"
"No. No men tonight, Dee. I can't."
"Shh. We'll get something else for you to eat."
They both laughed as they made their way into the crowd of club-goers. "We're not vampires, James."
"I know. We have so much more fun doing what we do."
"We're not whores either, James."
"…I guess we don't technically do it for money."
"JAMES."
The older man just laughed as he drew them both into the thick fray of dancers, claiming Rin's first dance of the night. But he couldn't hold him for the second. Or third. Or twenty-ninth. Hours of nothing but sweat, rhythm and desire had Rin craving more. Much more.
The redhead doing her best to relieve him of his shirt would do.
"Your room is still available," James murmured as he pressed up against his back. The three found a new rhythm and flowed together.
"Thanks. Call the others."
"Today?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
Gold and silver locked in a fierce stare. "I found the Garnet."
"No."
"Yes. And he doesn't understand."
"The poor kid."
"Yeah. He's suffering bad."
"Noon at the Poisonberry."
"See you later." With a quick kiss farewell, they separated. Two to a room made for such encounters, and one to the payphone down the street. They both had pressing matters to attend to.