Author's note:

Thanks for the follows and favs! I'm back with a new update and this time, it features more than just Apollo/Phoenix, as well as references from previous ace attorney games.

Warning: This chapter contains graphic sexual content, heavy angst, and mentions of rape/sexual abuse. If you're uncomfortable with stuff like this, please turn back.

20 Kisses: Hero Worship

by Dark Interval

Fourth Kiss: Devil

"Turn around."

A simple command. It was a voice as rich and deep as velvet. The kind that beckoned people to listen, to listen longer, and more often than not – many have confessed – to listen forever. It eliminated the dichotomy between right and wrong, light and darkness. It disguised a call for complete obedience with sex. It was a trust of seven years built and broken.

"On your hands and knees."

And against his better judgment, Phoenix complied, unquestionably so.

The silken bed sheets, though soft and smooth, provided him no sense of comfort or pleasure. The broad and toned chest against his naked back radiated heat, but he felt so cold. A knee nudged his legs apart, while a pair of hands descended to caress his ass with deceptive affection. A lock of blonde hair tickled the area between his shoulder blades. Then, those hands pried his butt cheeks apart and a wet tongue teased and prodded his entrance. He felt a finger enter him… then two… and three… They thrust and stretched him excessively. Dry. Rough. Uncaring. It hurt, and he knew the man meant for him to bleed.

He bit into the pillow, eyes brimming with tears, but he refused to give in, to fall further. Once upon a time, this man was his world. He was devoted, reliable, dependable and kind. His touch was warm and assuring; his smile sincere, his intellect charming and his presence magnetic; and his gentle cerulean eyes seemed so approachable despite the mysterious gleam of his spectacles. This man had been there for him during his darkest years. He was beautiful and Phoenix loved him.

But not anymore.

The man behind him chuckled, unsympathetic, "How the proud have fallen… And what's more, I barely had to lift a finger. You walked right into my hands."

Phoenix's eyes shot open and he jerked forward in a silent scream when the man fully entered him without so much as a warning. It was raw, void of compassion, and he felt like he was going to die.

"So trusting."

The man pulled out and thrust back in mercilessly, repeatedly, with a burning vengeance.

"So blind."

Long, slender fingers – so gentle and loving in the past – wrapped around his throat in a choking hold. Old bruises yet healed were further aggravated and new ones immediately joined them in their place. They pressed down harder with every thrust. His lungs burned. Phoenix cried harder and the man laughed, laughed loud and cruel and unforgiving. And still, the fucking continued, the man's hips slamming mercilessly against Phoenix's ass; his cock buried in the latter's tight passage, balls-deep.

"S-Stop… Please stop! It hurts!"

But his broken sobs fell on deaf ears and he felt teeth clamp down on his shoulder, drag mercilessly across split flesh, drawing blood. They ran over old scars, freshly reopened cuts. Phoenix opened his mouth to scream, but a pair of fingers shoved themselves down his throat. They tasted of blood and cum, and he almost gagged. Saliva trailed from his mouth down the man's hand. He couldn't speak a word, so he settled for crying instead. His body was ruined. It had been for a long time.

"It hurts, does it?" The man broke off into a wicked grin that betrayed the gentle kindness of his voice. "Good."

The pressure around Phoenix's throat tightened. The fucking turned savage. Blood trickled from his ass down between his thighs. He screamed and he screamed, but no one could hear him. It was getting harder to breathe.

"Remember what you told me; about what Miss Hawthorne said? Why would anyone love someone so useless and pathetic like you – and you know what? She was right."

He had made a mistake.

"You're a fool, Phoenix."

He mistook this man for an angel.

"And you always will be."

Phoenix forced his gaze up to the mirror before him; but it wasn't the image of their naked bodies that he noticed first. There, in the mirror's reflection, haunting and cruel, he saw the devil.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Aaaaaargghhhh!"

Apollo shot out of bed and quickly switched on the lamp.

"What in the world – Mr. Wright!" He glared irritably at his sleeping partner, unruly hair, red eyes and all. "Are you out of your mind?! It's – he spared a quick glance at the bedside clock – 4.30 in the morning! And you almost gave me a heart attack!"

He stopped yelling though when he noticed his complaints were met with silence. Phoenix had withdrawn into himself and scooted to the edge of the bed (which wasn't really that far since they were sharing Apollo's single mattress), his arms wrapped around his knees as he visibly trembled. His eyes were wide, hollow and haunted; tears flowed freely down his pale cheeks. He cried silently, openly, but try as he might, he couldn't get the dark images of the devil out of his mind. They were engraved permanently into his brain along with that cruel laughter and deceiving smile.

"D-D-Devil… stop… please… it hurts… It hurts..."

Apollo observed his mentor with growing concern, all thoughts of sleep fading in an instant. Phoenix was scaring him and watching the senior attorney breakdown before his very eyes was as heartbreaking as it was frightfully alarming. When he had invited Phoenix to stay (the office heater had broken and there was no way he was going to allow his lover to freeze to death; Athena meanwhile, offered to house Trucy) he expected having to deal with some undesirable living habits, maybe a few kicks during his sleep, but never night terrors, especially one as bad as this. Also, it never once occurred to him that Phoenix could have nightmares. He was always so happy, so hopelessly carefree…

He crawled towards Phoenix and reached for him tentatively.

"Hey, Mr. Wright? Hey… It's ok… Everything's fine. It was just a bad –"

"Please, Kristoph…"

Apollo's hand paused an inch from Phoenix's shoulder. The latter was still visibly shaken, but he couldn't bring himself to close the distance between them. Kristoph Gavin? Why was Phoenix dreaming about his old mentor/boss? He thought they had both locked away that dark part of Phoenix's past and threw away the key for good… Apparently, he was mistaken.

It suddenly occurred to him that he had no idea what sort of relationship his old boss and Phoenix used to share. Kristoph always kept his work and private life separate from each other, and he had only ever seen Phoenix in 'Gavin Law Offices' on Friday nights when the latter came to pick up Kristoph for dinner, reminded him to have dinner, sometimes even packed him dinner. The two had been close, intimate to be precise. He wondered what secrets Phoenix was keeping from him. Had they been romantically involved? Did it turn ugly? Could that be the explanation for all the old scars and bruises Phoenix kept hidden beneath the thick layers of his old hoodie? Was it Kristoph's doing? Were they intentional? Was Phoenix into this sort of thing? But that didn't explain his initial fear of sex when they first started dating.

Apollo knew he was feeling insecure; but what sort of effect could a madman behind bars have on Phoenix, you ask? Well, that was what he wanted to know. At the same time, Kristoph was his old mentor; he learnt a lot from him; but despite that petty revenge of his that spiraled out of control, he had a good heart beneath all that hatred and spite. He had to; otherwise taking up law in the first place would have been terribly superfluous… right?

Suddenly, Apollo wasn't so sure anymore and he inwardly cursed Phoenix for sowing this seed of doubt within him. If Kristoph had been Phoenix's ex, why didn't he say anything?

"S-Sorry, Apollo," Phoenix sniffed, "please don't think too much about it." He flashed Apollo a hesitant smile. "Go back to bed. I'll be ok."

That plea lacked conviction and Apollo sighed and shut his eyes momentarily. As if he could fall asleep after all that! He scooted over to settle behind the older male and wrapped his arms around Phoenix's waist, fingers creeping beneath the material of the man's cotton tee to stroke his abdomen in what he hoped to be a comforting gesture. Then, tugging Phoenix against his chest, Apollo placed a chaste kiss upon his forehead and muttered an irritate yet affectionate, "Idiot."

Phoenix smiled through his tears. It was returned, albeit half-heartedly. Apollo gently thumbed them away and with a shuddering breath that did not quite mask his hurt and uncertainty, asked, "Do you still love him?"

Wide blue eyes gazed up at him, startled and confused.

"Who?"

"Mr. Gavin."

Phoenix blinked slowly – once, twice, three times. Hold it, did Apollo think that… No.

"Objection," he whispered, cupping the younger one's cheeks tenderly, lifting his gaze to meet his. "If I loved Kristoph, I would have taken the fall for him. I chose you, Apollo."

"Mr. Wright, I…"

Lips, soft and warm, descended upon his and Apollo closed his eyes, submitting to his idol's ministrations, desperately gaining whatever shred of assurance he could get from Phoenix's love. Phoenix gently pushed him onto the downy mattress, his lips massaging the younger's slowly, sensually, giving Apollo all the attention in the world like he was the only one who mattered; like he was the only one who existed. A pink tongue snaked out to prod encouragingly at Apollo's lips and he parted them with ease, moaning along with his mentor as their tongues teased and danced with each other in unrestrained passion. Fingers gripped his head and dug into his hair, musing up the brown tresses as they continued to kiss – demanding, fervent and full of desire. Apollo reached up and wrapped his arms around Phoenix's waist under his tee, nearly groaning at the feel of how hot Phoenix's skin felt. His mentor's skilled tongue drew his own into his mouth and sucked on it with burning enthusiasm. He whimpered and Phoenix chuckled. Apollo's face turned slightly red.

Oh God, was he really that predictable?

Phoenix was straddling him now; his hands running from Apollo's hair down to greedily map out the expanse of his incredibly fit and toned chest. His protégé tended to sleep shirtless and believe him, no one appreciated that habit more than him. He ran his fingers across hard muscle, marveling at the way they shuddered and relaxed under his touch. He ghosted over pert nipples, washboard abs. The texture was divine. Apollo's body was gorgeous. Himself on the other hand – well, he wasn't exactly unfit (he had quite the body himself), but he was getting a little pudgy from age… Nevertheless, Apollo claimed it made him look adorable and he loved him for it just as much as he loved everything about Phoenix.

The mere thought of being on the receiving end of all that raw passion made Phoenix openly groan. Apollo was so different from Kristoph. There was just something incredibly sexy about his eagerness and honesty, his blushing and fumbling, his desperation and possessiveness… it made Phoenix feel completely and constantly desired. It was erotic. Apollo loved and treated him differently and Phoenix yearned for his warmth. Some time ago, he made a snide comment about Juniper treating Apollo like some sort of god. Now, he was beginning to see him in the same light.

He couldn't take it anymore.

"I want you, Apollo…"

It was desperation at its best – shameless, breathy and lewd. Phoenix guided Apollo's hand to his hardening cock beneath his boxers, uncaring how his risqué behavior made him look in front of his protégé. He gazed at his young lover through foggy, half-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed, panting heavily. Rutting shamelessly against Apollo's hand like a bitch in heat, he repeated his lover's name like a mantra and Apollo crimsoned like a rose.

'Shit, Mr. Wright feels so good…'

He stroked him through the fabric of his boxers and Phoenix gasped and threw back his head in a loud, drawn-out moan. Apollo too felt himself become excited.

'And he looks sexy as hell too.'

But the sudden memory of his mentor's nightmare and Kristoph's name on his lips jolted him from his aroused state. Phoenix was distracting him on purpose and there was no way in hell he was going to let him slip through his fingers… even if he was doing a really good job seducing him.

Catching his idol off guard, Apollo grabbed him and flipped their positions, pinning the man's wrists against the pillow on either side of his head. Phoenix gasped, but his surprise and excitement quickly ebbed away when he realised Apollo wasn't going to pick up on his earlier advances and was instead staring down at him with big determined eyes and a clenched jaw. For a whole minute, no one did or said anything. Phoenix's neglected cock strained against his boxers. He tried to angle his hips upwards to regain some delicious friction, but to no avail; Apollo held him down firmly.

What the hell's up with him? Phoenix scowled and was just about to demand an explanation from the brunette when Apollo finally spoke.

"You can't lie to me, Mr. Wright. You know that better than anyone."

"What the heck are you talking about?"

"It's sweet that you chose me – in a perfect world that is," Apollo pressed on, conviction rising. "But we're not in a perfect world, and I know you're not completely over Mr. Gavin, are you?"

"Apollo, you –"

"Are you?!"

Phoenix spared a quick glance at Apollo's bracelet gleaming under the moonlight and lowered his gaze guiltily. The intensity of Apollo's tone softened, but his grip around Phoenix's wrists never once relented, an indication that he took the matter at hand very seriously.

"As your – he hesitated briefly – b-boyfriend, I believe I have the right to know about your… exes," he muttered uncomfortably and Phoenix would have considered it cute if he wasn't feeling so terrible inside.

"Now, answer me again – and look me in the eye this time – are you in love with Mr. Gavin?"

Although Apollo's voice remained even, he looked hurt and betrayed, and Phoenix immediately hated himself for it. More than anything, he did not want Apollo to think of himself as Kristoph's replacement. He wasn't and he never will be. But Apollo always wore his heart on his sleeve and this realization must really be killing him.

Especially when he's done nothing but devote himself entirely to me.

Phoenix shut his eyes with a resigned sigh. Despite how much the past eight years continued to hurt, Apollo deserved to know the truth. He deserved to hear it from his own mouth.

"I loved him once."

His confession pierced straight through Apollo's heart and the younger one shook, his hold around Phoenix's wrists tightening. He'd guessed right, but why did it hurt so much to hear it directly? After all he did, the sacrifices he made and everything they'd been through together, was he going to lose Phoenix to a ghost? This was ludicrous. It was bloody ridiculous he almost felt like crying.

"I loved him once," Phoenix repeated, the pain Apollo was experiencing clearly reflected in his own eyes. "But along the way, I stopped… because I was a fool."

Apollo paused to blink at Phoenix dumbly. Wait, he stopped? That means… What did it mean? With a thumb and forefinger, he raised the older male's chin and gasped at the sight of his sorrowful smile. Immediately, he forgot his own grief. That forlorn expression spoke volumes: it told of love and loss; of sacrifice and rejection; of unrequited devotion and despair. Just seeing that sad smile on Phoenix's beautiful face made him want to forget everything, hold onto said man, love him and whisper tender assurances that everything was alright.

"What happened?"

"I grew suspicious of him during our time together, before I finally uncovered the truth," Phoenix replied flatly, but Apollo could see the immense agony swirling in his eyes. "I didn't want to believe it, but it was staring at me in the face. He used me, Apollo. He'd been using me for seven years."

Phoenix smirked and turned his face away to avoid Apollo's penetrating stare. He would lose his resolve if he didn't.

"After his trial and conviction, I visited him. I always visited him. On the first day, he asked why I came – to laugh and scorn him perhaps? I said I came because I needed to. He asked again. I said because I loved him. Do you know what he did?"

"..."

"Come on, Apollo. He was your mentor. Take a guess."

But the forced humor in his tone prevented Apollo from saying anything. He felt bile rise up his throat. Phoenix was suffering.

"He laughed. It was the coldest, cruelest laugh I ever heard, more horrifying than the one that echoed around the courtroom during that final verdict. It was so loud, he probably couldn't hear my heart breaking."

Phoenix didn't even realize he was crying until he felt Apollo release his wrists to lovingly wipe away his tears. They kept flowing though, seemingly endless, but Apollo remained vigilant and Phoenix loved him even more for it. He loved Apollo more with each passing day, and that was what frightened him. It was unbearable: the more he loved, the more fear he felt in his heart. He had been deceived and betrayed more than once, his heart completely shattered one time too many, and if history were to repeat itself with Apollo – well, something told him he wouldn't have the strength to put all the broken pieces back together again.

'Oh, Feenie… Why would anyone love someone as unreliable and stupid as you?'

'You're a fool, Phoenix… And you always will be.'

The devil flashed before his eyes and Phoenix finally broke. He launched himself at Apollo and clung onto him desperately, frightened eyes gazing down into wide brown irises. He tentatively cupped his young lover's cheeks with the tips of his fingers and breathed against his parted lips. And in a tiny, broken voice that Apollo didn't even recognize, he whispered the words:

"I'm scared…"

That sent alarm bells ringing in Apollo's head. Trauma. Quickly, he reached for Phoenix's hands and held them between his own. They were as cold as ice. Phoenix was trembling so badly, it took a while for Apollo to actually calm him down. Now, it was his turn to feel guilty. If he had known that bringing up Kristoph would put Phoenix through so much pain, he never would have pushed him.

"What are you afraid of, Mr. Wright?" he asked gently, cradling Phoenix protectively against his chest.

For a whole minute, he received no reply and just when he thought he needed to devise another approach, Phoenix finally spoke. However, it wasn't exactly the answer he had in mind.

"You."

Apollo's breath stopped short and he almost pushed his boyfriend away. That one word pervaded his senses in deafening echoes; shook him and haunted his very consciousness. Me?! But… How? He could never hurt Phoenix. He wasn't Kristoph. It was like his worst nightmare coming true and the devil wore his face.

"Mr. Wright, have I done anything to cause you doubt?"

To his great mystification, Phoenix shook his head.

"No… but I wouldn't know. I never do. I'm naive and ignorant after all."

Apollo's fists clenched. Enough was enough. If he had to hear Phoenix talk down to himself one more time...

"Dahlia said I was stupid and useless and no one would ever love a pathetic guy like me," continued Phoenix, head bowed, voice sad and defeated. It didn't occur to him that Apollo probably had no idea who or what he was talking about.

"Kristoph agreed, you know. He told me during one of my visits to his cell." He smiled, but it lacked any shred of happiness. Instead, it was lonely and hollow, like a jaded man who had given up all hope. He didn't even know if he was talking to Apollo or himself.

"But when it all started – when it always starts – they said they cared about me, loved me, and no matter what they did or said to me after, I would always believe them. I believed until the very end, even if it hurt so much…" He chuckled darkly, hiding his tears behind his hand. "I was a joke, but at least I was good for some laughs –"

"OBJECTION!"

Apollo slammed his palms against the wall, trapping a startled Phoenix between them. He did it with such ferocity, the shock actually got Phoenix to stop crying. As Apollo gazed into his lover's wide, unblinking eyes filled with unshed tears, he grew angry – not at Phoenix, but at the two very people who continued to haunt him and brought him so much despair. Phoenix was loyal, brave, kind, earnest, diligent, adorable, wonderful… and how anyone failed to see or appreciate that was frankly not worth his tears. And so, Apollo intended to show him just that.

"Mr. Wright – no, Phoenix, listen," he said in a firm yet comforting voice as he wrapped his arms around the nervous man and pulled him close. "They're gone now, along with their words. They can't hurt you anymore."

"But you can," Phoenix mumbled fearfully, peeking up at Apollo from against his chest. He resembled a lost child. "You'll turn into the devil someday and I'll be all alone…"

Apollo sighed and rested his forehead against Phoenix's, addressing him patiently like a parent, "My hair might look like a pair of horns, but I promise you – I'm no devil. What Mr. Gavin did to you was unforgivable and I can say that confidently because I love you, Phoenix… I love you so much."

Apollo's eyes were soft, warm and full of love. Phoenix felt his walls crumble.

"R-Really?"

Apollo rolled his eyes. "If I didn't, I would've left by now – believe me."

He tenderly caressed and cupped Phoenix's tear-stained cheeks, before flashing him a dorky grin.

"Just tell me what I can do to prove it and I will! I'll work hard to convince you, even if it takes me years! We'll raise Trucy together! I'll chip in with the rent! I'll take on more cases and other jobs if I have to! I'll even do toilets! And I'll still have the energy and time to take you out on dates! You can count on me, sir! It'll be fine, you'll see! Because I'm Apollo Justice and I'm –"

"Noisy!" Phoenix hissed, shushing him, but his frown soon melted away and he started giggling. Oh, what did it matter? Apollo would normally wake up around this time to practice his 'Chords of Steel' anyway. What an odd, handful of a man. Then again, Phoenix loved every bit of him and he wouldn't have him any other way.

As Phoenix laughed, Apollo smiled at the wonderful sight. Yes, a smiling, happy, carefree Phoenix certainly suited him best.

The older attorney let out one last tiny giggle before sighing dreamily, eyes on the handsome young man who had turned his life around in more ways than one.

"Well then, I'm prepared to deliver my verdict." He leaned down to kiss him, soft and affectionate, and when Apollo returned his kiss, it made his heart swell with pure love and joy.

"I declare Apollo Justice not guilty… and a man of his word."

He closed the distance between their lips again. And again. And over and over again until they were both breathless.

When their lungs demanded for air, Phoenix pulled away to rest his forehead against Apollo's, gazing deeply into the pair of charismatic, adoring brown eyes that had so effortlessly stolen his heart upon first sight. They had looked at him a year ago in 'Gavin Law Offices' and it gave him the strength and courage to walk away from Kristoph's shadow for good.

"I love you, Apollo." And he meant every word. "Don't ever doubt me."

"Never."

Apollo surged forward to reclaim Phoenix's lips, hot and insistent. It was impossible to get enough of Phoenix and once either of them got started, the idea of stopping proved unbearable. Apollo was all fired up and after that whole deal with the devil, he was ready to convert that passion and frustration into something far more… productive. Besides, he hadn't forgotten how good Phoenix felt beneath those boxers and he really missed his early morning company, if you got the drift.

"A-Apollo, wait! Isn't it too early for – Uwah!"

But whatever Phoenix wanted to say transitioned into a bright red blush when Apollo tackled him onto the bed and hooked his fingers at the waistband of his boxers to tug them down.

"H-Hold on just a sec!" He stammered, embarrassed, his hands flying to cover his privates. But Apollo wasn't having any of his mentor's shyness and pried them away, bringing those slender fingers to his mouth to lick and suck on them teasingly, languidly. He never took his eyes off him. Phoenix blushed prettily; his whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Apollo…"

He tugged his hands free from that hot mouth and reached down in an attempt to pleasure his protégé himself, to let Apollo feel as good as he felt, only to have his efforts thwarted when said attorney grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head. Apollo tsked with a shake of his head, eyes narrowed into an evil leer.

"Tut, tut, Mr. Wright. I said I'd work hard to prove my worth, didn't I?"

"But –"

"Just relax... You'll need it because I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll be begging for me to stop."

Straddling him, Apollo leaned over to capture his lips in a full, sensual, toe-curling kiss, teeth, tongue and all. Phoenix moaned and allowed his eyes to drift shut, simply feeling and giving in. Apollo slowly pulled away and looked down. The way his mentor lay sprawled out beneath him, helpless; fully submitting his body and soul to him; begging him with his voice and those big blue eyes to do more... Apollo could have cum right there and then.

He's so cute.

His gaze traveled downwards and he smirked. Speaking of cumming…

"Oh, Mr. Wright, what's this?" he teased before blowing lightly on the tip of his lover's cock. It throbbed painfully and a drop of precum slid down its length. "I haven't even touched you yet and you look ready to burst…"

Phoenix whimpered and turned his head to press his face against the pillow in shame. It wasn't his fault. The kid was like an aphrodisiac. It was like his body was reacting to Apollo all on its own.

Pulling up his lover's white cotton tee, Apollo dipped down to swirl his tongue around a small pink nipple and Phoenix arched his back to get that precious hot contact he so desperately craved, for his neglected cock to get some needed friction. But his protégé was an evil tease and just when Phoenix thought he got a good form going, Apollo pulled away and arched his body as far from Phoenix's as possible. His eyes were laughing while Phoenix bit back a sob of frustration.

"P-Please, Apollo… Touch me… please…!"

"Do you still visit him?"

He bit back a loud moan. Gods, Apollo was killing him! It took a while for Phoenix's pleasure-filled brain to comprehend the context of that question, but when he finally figured it out, he chose to be honest.

"Once a week," he paused to regard Apollo hesitantly, "but not anymore."

There was an unreadable expression on the brunette's face, before a mischievous smirk snaked its way across his lips. It was a mixture between relief and total smugness and it made Phoenix openly nervous.

"Good."

"Huh, huh? W-Wait!"

But Apollo was done waiting as he happily stripped Phoenix off his last bit of clothing and had his way with him all morning… or at least until Phoenix admitted defeat against his young lover's very impressive stamina.

When he finally came and Apollo entered him for the second time that hour, striking his sweet spot over and over, Phoenix shuddered from the over-stimulation and couldn't help but feel like he had been tricked into this somehow. Oh gods, he hadn't recovered from his previous orgasm yet. But Apollo's cock felt amazing… how he shoved it in and kept pounding into his ass… it was so big and he felt so full. It was heaven.

More… need more…

Apollo pulled out and suddenly thrust in all the way, hard and deep. Phoenix's eyes bulged and he screamed, saliva pooling from his mouth. That did it. He panted heavily; felt the pressure build up again; began moaning lewd phrases that would no doubt have Apollo smugly accuse him of being a pervert, but he didn't care. It was Apollo after all, and he could be shameless all he wanted. And then, he felt Apollo reach down to stroke his cock at a maddening pace as he continued to fuck him senseless.

Sensitive. Everywhere felt so sensitive. Phoenix tossed his head and his eyes rolled from the pleasure.

Gods, so good… feel so good…

"Yes… Yes… C-Cumming! Make me cum again!"

What was Apollo turning him into? He realised he didn't care anymore.

"Y-You love fucking me in the ass… right? Harder… do it harder!"

Apollo groaned above him. Hearing his mentor break like that – it was more than he could take.

"Shit, Mr. Wright, I can't stop… You feel so good… I can't… I'm cumming again!"

"Wah! No way! W-Wait! Apollo – No! Stop…!" But his final cry tapered off into a gurgled slur when he felt himself being filled up again.

Phoenix slumped against the mattress, gasping, trembling and thoroughly spent. No more… He was already at his limit and his ass felt so full...

Apollo pulled out with a grunt and cum leaked out of Phoenix's ass to stain the sheets, his own ejaculation painted messily across his chest and stomach. Phoenix's eyes were glazed over from the pleasure, his mind far-gone. He reached down between his legs, fingers dipping past his entrance, before bringing them to his lips. They were coated with semen. He licked and sucked on them greedily, lapping up his lover's cum as he moaned, cheeks thoroughly flushed. Apollo watched the erotic spectacle, hypnotized. That was all him – not Kristoph, but his own cum flowing out of his idol's sweet hole and down his throat. It was fucking addictive and he was overcome by the urge to fill Phoenix up all over again, to make his idol smell and taste of him even when he wasn't around, to own every inch of his body both inside and out.

Mine.

Fighting to catch his breath, poor Phoenix didn't have long before Apollo grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him upright, shifting him onto all fours. When he came face-to-face with his lover's crotch, Phoenix groaned and immediately knew what he wanted.

"Mm… Apollo, please… no more… If I cum anymore, I'll die…"

"That's too bad, Mr. Wright," he said huskily as he held Phoenix in place by his hair, "because I'm not done with you yet."

Apollo nudged his cock between his lover's lips and despite his earlier protest; Phoenix instinctively took his entire length into his mouth. Apollo gasped, and Phoenix tasted both his protégé and himself on his tongue.

When the thrusting started, he released a low moan and sucked on Apollo like his very life depended on it. With one hand, he reached down to pleasure himself, while the fingers of his other hand reached around to prep himself. Not that he needed to do much, considering Apollo had stretched him plenty already within the last hour.

With a pleasured hiss, Apollo pulled out of Phoenix's warm, wet cavern; turned him around, pulled his wrists back and penetrated him for the third time. Phoenix arched his back with a cry, but otherwise didn't resist. As Apollo fucked him upright – bless the laws of gravity – Phoenix could do nothing but take it all in and moan helplessly in delirium. Riding Apollo's cock like this made it easier to strike his prostate and in this case, Phoenix didn't know if that was necessarily a good thing.

"Please, stop… It's too good… Please… I can't… No more… You feel so good… so good -!"

"You need to make up your mind, Mr. Wright."

Apollo tugged Phoenix's wrists further back, angled himself and thrust upwards swift and deep. Phoenix cried out. Apollo stopped and whispered sensually into his ear, "So, what's it going to be?"

Phoenix quivered.

"E-Enough… Apollo... I… I'm at my limit…"

"I told you to beg me to stop, didn't I?"

He let out a low moan from that implication. Apollo always sounded so sexy whenever he got like this, so passionate and assertive. The things his protégé made him say and do in the bedroom – it was humiliating, but it was such a turn on.

"Mr. Wright… if I don't hear you beg, I'm not going to stop."

Suddenly, Apollo started moving again and he tensed up.

"Y-You're hitting it… Stop… Moving… Please…! Your cock… Keeps making me c-cum… I can't take it anymore…! You're g-gonna make me lose my mind –!"

Apollo pounded repeatedly against his sweet spot and Phoenix squealed, tears of pleasure pricking his eyes.

"Please…! Please… let me go… S-Seriously… you'll make me lose my mind!"

Apollo groaned and clung onto him tighter, moved his hips faster. He was so close.

"S-Sorry, sir… but I don't think I can stop after all!"

"Apollo, you liar…!"

It was times like these Phoenix wondered who the real devil was.

Author's note:

Yes, I wrote some Kristoph/Phoenix and some yummy Apollo/Phoenix lemon for you guys because I'm a pervert like that. True, I feel kind of bad for making poor Phoenix suffer, but this premise has been on my mind since I completed the 3rd and 4th games. Gosh, I should really go to hell for this... lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this latest kiss - coughnotreallykissmorelikefuckcough - and look forward to the next update!

If you like my story, have some burning requests or prompts, please leave a review! I love reading what you guys have to say and any little amount of support really goes a long way.