A/N: *Sigh* The final chapter. The giant plot twist that I've been waiting to put in since the beginning has finally happened. The ending comes rather suddenly. I may go back and edit/ revise this chapter eventually, as it is the one I am least satisfied with, but for now, this is it. Enjoy!
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The tongue thrusting its way into Phoenix's mouth tasted of coffee. Not wanting to be outdone, Phoenix tried to push his own tongue forward past Godot's open lips. He felt Godot smile as the prosecutor deftly blocked his entrance. Foiled in his attempt, Phoenix pulled back. He leaned his head to the side and planted a kiss on Godot's shoulder, sucking, biting, trying to leave a mark.
The prosecutor had other plans. With one hand he gently but firmly pushed Phoenix's head down, dislodging the man from his shoulder; with the other he began to undo his own pants. Seeing where this was headed, Phoenix took over, allowing Godot to simply lean back against the wall behind him and enjoy the sensations that Phoenix was causing.
Phoenix knelt in front of Godot and tugged until his pants and boxers slid to the floor, revealing his rising erection. Phoenix stopped and looked up at Godot. "Now, don't you think this is just a tad bit unfair?" Phoenix asked teasingly. "I'm giving you everything you want, and what am I getting?"
Godot groaned. Why couldn't Phoenix just get on with it? Couldn't he see how badly the prosecutor needed this? "Then what do you want, Wright?"
Phoenix paused for a moment, shocked that the prosecutor had actually used his name for once. The thought sent flutters through his stomach. He quickly recovered, however. "What do you think I want?" he murmured, reaching up lazily to undo the buttons on the prosecutor's vest. His own shirt had already been disposed of.
"Sex," Godot grunted huskily, not quite there yet and wanting, needing Phoenix to hurry up and finish him.
Phoenix chuckled. "True, but not right now," he whispered, running a finger up and down along the prosecutor's length.
Godot groaned softly. "What the hell do you want, then?"
Phoenix stopped moving his hand and looked straight at the prosecutor's face. "An answer," he said bluntly.
If one could see under the prosecutor's mask, one would have seen him roll his eyes. Despite lacking this ability, Phoenix somehow knew anyway.
"Keep it up and I might just give you an answer," Godot replied, slightly short of breath.
"Keep what up?" Phoenix asked teasingly.
"Goddammit, Wright!" Phoenix was again shocked by the sound of his own name, but was more startled when the prosecutor grabbed his head and began to pull him closer.
Phoenix complied and leaned in to kiss the tip of Godot's erection, making him shudder with pleasure.
"So you'll tell me?" Phoenix whispered, his lips rubbing against the prosecutor's swollen flesh as he spoke.
"I might not have to," Godot answered, shivering at the sensation of Phoenix's lips on his skin.
Thinking that the prosecutor was threatening not to give him an answer, Phoenix stopped talking and got back to the task at hand. He took Godot's erection into his mouth and began licking, sucking, whatever he could do to pleasure the man.
It didn't take very long. As aroused as he already was, Godot climaxed quickly. "Oh God, Phoenix!" he cried as he clutched at Phoenix's hair and came in his mouth.
As stunned as Phoenix was to hear Godot address him by his given name, something else was consuming his thoughts at the moment. He didn't swallow right away, wondering why the taste was so familiar.
As Phoenix suddenly realized where he'd tasted this before, Godot leaned down and, in between exhausted gasps, whispered in his ear, "Told you I…saved you…my seventeenth…cup."
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