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20 Kisses: Hero Worship

by Dark Interval

Eighth Kiss: Abstinence

The first thing Phoenix noticed upon stepping behind the defense table, was that it had new barriers at its sides that went up to his waist. Honestly, he didn't know what function they served (maybe to prevent angry witnesses or members of the gallery to hound the defense during trial), but it was more obtrusive than efficient. If their country was pumping funds into stuff like this instead of improving the law, he needed to have a serious talk with Edgeworth over tea one of these days.

"Court is now in session for the accused, Todd Jacob Sweets. Is the defense ready?"

Just your average day in the life of Phoenix Wright – ace attorney, bluffing extraordinaire (though he got it right at most times), and turnabout king of court. He arranged his evidence neatly on the table. A troubling case with his client at the disadvantage again, but nothing he hadn't conquered before. Whatever Prosecutor Blackquill intended to throw at him, he was ready. Except if the twisted samurai wanted to personally cut him down – that was a different matter altogether. Oh great, he was starting to get the willies. He hoped Blackquill didn't notice...

He glanced up and said prosecutor shot him a nasty smirk.

… Apparently, he did.

"R-Ready, your honor!"

And as per usual, without the slightest persuasive effort, Blackquill got the Judge to present the opening statement: a 10-year-old boy accused of murdering his parents. The victims were found gutted in their bedroom, with the defendant standing over them drenched in their blood. The balcony and bedroom doors were shut and upon questioning the poor child, he confessed that there had been nobody else in the room save him and his parents at the time of the murder. Not exactly the prettiest case on hand, both figuratively and literally. The only other occupant of the mansion was the nanny, but her alibi checked out. She was called to testify since the boy had phoned her over and she had in turn reported the deaths to the police.

The first witness called to the stand was of course Detective Fulbright and after painstakingly extracting all the facts from him and poking at certain loopholes, they managed to establish that the murder weapon found at the crime scene was in fact, fake and the real one was still missing.

"If you look at the autopsy report, the victims were first struck on the head with a blunt object before being gutted. The defendant is too short to reach such a height." Phoenix slammed his hands on the table and pointed at Blackquill. "He didn't do it! Someone else must've been in the room and they could've taken the real murder weapon with them!"

"Wright-dono, allow me to cut down your trivial reasoning with my logic," answered Blackquill with a smug shake of his head. "The boy could have easily stood on an elevated platform like the bed or a chair. Also, he has answered time and time again that he was the only other person in the room. Why would he lie on the charges of his parents' murder, unless it's true?"

Crap, not bad. But he was determined to press on with his own line of reasoning.

"Objection! If he did that, it would've raised suspicion and a struggle would've occurred. But there were no signs of struggle on either the defendant or victims' bodies. It had to be someone both parties knew and trusted!"

"Silence! If you insist on a fourth person involved in this family affair, then I expect to see some evidence," said Blackquill, his eyes glinting dangerously as he shifted into an offensive stance, "or Taka and I will personally turn you into this fourth person to join the bloodbath."

Phoenix gulped and frantically combed through his evidence. Weren't death threats in court illegal? Then why the hell wasn't the Judge doing anything to help him?

"Wait a minute, so Mr. Wright's this fourth person and the real murderer?" said the Judge bewilderedly.

Phoenix didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Not helping, Judge.

"As a matter of fact, I do have this evidence you want so badly, Prosecutor Blackquill." He produced a long, wavy brown wig with one of its locks stained with blood. "It seems our mysterious fourth person left an unintended calling card."

The Judge's eyes lit up, but it was apparent he was still as lost as ever.

"Oh my! Mr. Wright, I had no idea you were into this sort of thing, but I'd appreciate it if you keep your strange hobbies outside this court."

"It's not mine!" Phoenix scrambled to defend himself. Why were people always picking on him? "It's a wig left behind by our culprit and inside it, I found a single strand of black hair – hair that doesn't match either the defendant or the two victims."

Blackquill nearly collapsed across the table, grasping his chest like he was in pain – pain from Fulbright's incompetency no doubt. Phoenix felt a little bad for the detective, but not bad enough to relent.

"Are you suggesting that strand of hair belongs to your fourth person?" said Blackquill as he fought to get his breathing under control.

"As a matter of fact, I am," replied Phoenix with a confident smirk, chest puffed out proudly. "I even ran a DNA analysis and here's the results – Eeek!"

Taka flew in to snatch the documents from his hand and he ducked under the table, cowering in fear. Holy shit, that hawk nearly clawed his fingers off! And why were animals allowed in the courtroom again? Especially vicious, unpredictable ones from an equally vicious and unpredictable owner. Their legal system really needed some serious look into.

As Blackquill silently and carefully read through the data, a dawning horror etched across his face; Phoenix had to resist whooping in joy and instead settled for a mini-victory dance in his head. Yes! He knew that piece of evidence was his trump card – thank you, police oversight. Now that he managed to turn things around and get the court to see things in his favor, it was time to put a close to this gory affair once and for all.

"The results point to the Prosecution's main witness, Ms. Veronica Bitters – nanny, aunt and younger sister to the victim, Mrs. Regene Sweets," he paused to shoot the now nervous woman a knowing smirk. "She also runs an interesting business, if I might add – one that's closely tied to this case."

"Silence!" Blackquill slammed his fists onto the table. How was Wright winning? This was supposed to be a clear-cut case!

"If you wish to implicate my witness, Wright-dono, then convince me: how does this so-called business link with our murderer's motive?"

"Yes, let's hear it," chimed the Judge, who was now actually following the current state of events. "Tell us what Ms. Bitters does apart from her duties as full-time nanny."

"Simple, she –"

But Phoenix suddenly gasped and doubled over, clinging onto the edge of the table as a series of vibrations rocked through his body.

W-What's happening...?

Nervously, he looked over his shoulder at his quivering behind, at his hips that seemed to rotate on their own from a strange sensation he had no control over. Phoenix bit his lip. N-No…! Not now… Anything but this… He fought down his mounting panic and squirmed from the foreign stimulation. The vibrations were coming from inside his ass and they seemed to go on indefinitely, making his knees go weak and his vision swim.

Nrgh… feels so weird... inside…

However, it didn't take long for his body to warm up to it and when he did, it started to feel really good. In fact, it was so good, he started to grind his crotch against the table to get more stimulation. It was getting difficult to breathe and he began panting; his suit suddenly felt stuffy and his tie knotted a little too tight. When the vibrations increased, he forced down a moan and mentally prayed no one heard those steady mechanical buzzes emitting from his person. They seemed so loud and obvious to him, but it was probably due to the paranoia of getting caught. What the hell – Apollo told him it was only a harmless butt-plug! This was so embarrassing... What did he do to deserve this?

M-Make it stop… feels so good… can't take it…!

Meanwhile, the Judge and Blackquill were giving him funny looks. Even the young defendant was frowning at him as if he was thinking, "Is this a joke? Are you a joke?" Whispers transpired throughout the gallery; was the famed defense attorney finally cracking under the pressure of his own bluffing tactics?

"Mr. Wright, are you alright? You're looking rather red in the face."

"I-I… I'm… haa… good..."

The vibrations suddenly stopped and Phoenix struggled upright, combing his hair back with his fingers in a bid to salvage what remained of his dignity. After taking some time to gather his thoughts and get his breathing under control, he tried again.

"I'm fine, your honor. S-Sorry about that. Anyway, as I was saying, she – Uwah!"

The vibrations started again, but Phoenix fought to maintain his composure, trembling like a leaf as he struggled to deliver his statement. This was cruel. He was cruel. Then again, Phoenix only had himself to blame. He had been too confident over last night's poker game and had completely forgotten about his opponent's special ability. Long story short, there was a bet, Apollo was a pervert and he was now paying the price for his defeat in the most humiliating way possible.

"She's a… haa… wig m-maker – the vibrations increased – N-Noooo! V-Very g-good at… haa… what she does…"

"She?" clarified the Judge. "You mean the witness?"

"Yessssss…"

Oh gods, he couldn't do this. Wet. Everywhere felt wet and hot. His cock was dripping precum and it soaked the material of his pants. How the hell was he going to walk out of here without garnering a ton of curious stares? He already had problems focusing, and that slim rod-shaped vibrator Apollo shoved up his ass this morning was making his brain numb. Furthermore, the kid had the remote and complete control over the level of vibrations administered. He was vulnerable to his protégé's commands and the mere thought of that drew forth a low moan from his parted lips. Phoenix's face burned from shame. If this kept up, he wouldn't be able to control himself from humping the table.

'Do you want me to stop?'

He heard the crackling of static and a familiar, smug voice in his ear. So that explained why Apollo wanted him to wear this earpiece to court today. That little demon!

"P-Please…" he whispered.

'Come again?'

"Please…" he repeated, this time begging. "I-I'm going… crazy! Please… st-stooop…"

'Sorry, I can't hear you. And if I can't hear you, Mr. Wright, I'm leaving it on.'

Fingers dug into the table so hard, he left little dents in the wood from his nails. Phoenix squirmed uncontrollably on the tabletop, his breaths coming out in quick pants, loud and suffering like a runner in the midst of a marathon; his ass shook from the stimulation as did his legs, which fought to keep him standing. His reports and evidence were knocked all over the place; the intensity of the vibrations went up and remained persistent; and he had to bite back a scream of pleasure whenever his hardness bumped against the table's edge. Hot tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. It felt so good, but he couldn't make a sound. Apollo promised to stop, but only if he yelled it. Either way, he was fucked.

No… too much… Make it stop… Make it stop!

He was suddenly grateful for the obnoxiously obtrusive side barriers. They were the only things preventing members of the gallery and his client from witnessing what was happening to him waist-down.

"Wright-dono, if you continue with this needless stalling, I'm going over to strike you down myself!"

"No!" Phoenix squeaked, so terrified that he actually shocked the usually stoic prosecutor to silence.

If he comes, he'll see everything… Embarrassing… He didn't know what turned him on more: the relentless stimulation, or the fact that over five dozen eyes were watching him succumb to his own humiliation. Blackquill was watching him like a hawk and that penetrating stare was making him feel more hot and bothered than he would readily admit.

In between his panting, he continued to whisper quiet and desperate pleas for Apollo to turn the damn vibrator off, but his lover remained cruel and Phoenix almost broke down sobbing.

"Wig-maker," he struggled to continue, "business… incurred… ngh… Huge debt…"

"Mr. Wright, are you feeling alright?" the Judge blinked at him curiously. "If you're sick, you should've worn a mask."

"I'm f-fine… Mm..."

He could do this. If he just stuck to his line of reasoning, he could ignore that bloody vibrator rubbing against his ass walls and return his attention to the trial at hand. His client's very life was at stake and he was not about to lose this case and have an innocent child tossed into prison, and by extension, ruin his entire future, Apollo be damned.

"As… As I was saying," he straightened up with much effort and cleared his throat, "Ms. Bitters' business incurred a huge debt recently and she desperately needed to pay back the owner of 'Tender Lender'. She needed money – lots of it, and fast."

"Interesting tidbit you got there, but unfortunately for you, one I already know of," commented Blackquill with a condescending shake of his head. "I hope you have a sharper blade in your arsenal, Wright-dono."

'Fighting back, are we? Let's see you handle more.'

The intensity of the vibrations shot up and his legs trembled so much, he slammed a hand onto the table to keep himself from falling.

"I-I'm not done yet, Prosecutor Blackquill," continued Phoenix with fierce determination. "If you look at Ms. Bitters and Mrs. Sweets' photographs, you'll notice one striking thing – they're twins. The only difference they share in terms of appearance is their hair color."

Blackquill paused and then as if struck by lightning, doubled over the table, hand flying to his chest to calm his rapidly beating heart. Of course – he should've seen this! Damn that wig. Damn that incompetent Fool Bright. Phoenix's eyes shone with triumph.

"I see you figured out where I'm going with this. That wraps up the little mystery of the invisible fourth person, doesn't it? A mistake that both a child and any adult could make."

The Judge stared at him blankly. "Mr. Wright, could you please explain clearly to the court about your conclusion?"

Phoenix and Blackquill resisted the maddening urge to facepalm, especially Phoenix since that meant he had to repeat himself and that by extension meant more sexual suffering on his part. Seriously, they didn't doubt the audience's capacity to fill in the blanks themselves. It was always only the Judge.

"Let's… mm! L-Let's recall the facts," said Phoenix as he read off the current report from the court records, clutching the paper a little too hard in a bid to suppress an oncoming orgasm.

"The victims, Mr and Mrs Sweets, were found dead in their bedroom with the defendant as the only witness and suspect at the time of the crime. Ms Bitters reportedly never stepped foot into the mansion that evening – the only woman sighted by the servants was Mrs Sweets. Yet, none of Ms Bitters' employees could fully account for the absence of their boss. On top of that, my client claimed that he saw no other person in the room at the time of the crime except his parents. How is that so?"

"Prosecutor Blackquill…?" the Judge trailed off helplessly as said man turned his back to the defense and snorted.

"I'll let Wright-dono explain, your baldness. Even a man of your... unique intelligence will be able to see the truth eventually."

Honestly, Phoenix wasn't sure if his mind and body could hold up any longer. Though he might look perfectly fine on a normal standpoint, the part of his body below the table betrayed his upstanding character. His lower half was quivering. That rod was still going at his ass at a maddening pace. His entire crotch area was soaked through and his cock screamed for his attention, to be freed and touched. Discretely, he reached down and ran a finger over his straining hardness through his pants, over a particular band wrapped around the base of his throbbing, weeping erection. It twitched from his touch and he bit his lip to keep from keening.

'You want to cum, don't you, sir?'

"Y-yes…" he half-moaned, half-whispered.

'In public, in front of all these people? With the Judge and Prosecutor Blackquill watching you; Lady Justice with her scales; in a court of law; during a trial recorded for all national media to see – and you want to cum?'

Phoenix shuddered; he felt so ashamed he couldn't speak, so he closed his eyes and nodded his head instead. Apollo was in the gallery, so he knew he was watching him.

'Oh, Mr. Wright… Bad boys like you ought to be punished. If only the world could see how lewd you really are. Wait a sec…'

Apollo maxed out the intensity of the vibrations and Phoenix actually cried out.

"Hiyaaah–!"

'Now they can.'

With his cool composure completely shattered, Phoenix collapsed onto the table, gasping, trembling, breathing through clenched teeth. A hand flew to his mouth, but even that wasn't enough to muffle the drawn-out moans and high-pitched squeals that escaped the confines of his throat. Oh god… He felt like he was going to explode. It was too good. Apollo… Apollo was driving him crazy! He feared he'd lose his mind before the final verdict.

"A-Apollo… why are you doing this... to me?"

'Careful. Prosecutor Blackquill might hear you.' Apollo chuckled. 'See? He's looking this way.'

"N-Nooo…"

The vibrations were so intense that the pleasure turned agonizing. Precum seeped through his pants and dripped onto the floor, creating a little puddle between his feet. His legs were shaking so hard, they were no longer able to support him properly and the table became his salvation. And still, thanks to that cock ring Apollo made him wear; even when he was willing to succumb to his desires and expose himself to the public eye, he couldn't cum.

"P-Please… may I take it off? Please… let me cum… I'll do an-anything… s-say anything... you want. Just let me cum…!"

'May I take it off – who?'

There was a smug leer to his tormentor's voice. Phoenix's face burned from the humiliation. He can't be serious.

"Please… M-Mr. Justice… may I take it off… please?"

'No, not yet.'

"B-But you said–!"

'I'm quite enjoying the show. Now, touch yourself.'

Phoenix whined and reached under the table to stroke himself through his pants. He knew this was only going to make things worse, but Apollo's command was law. He needed release and from experience, pleasing his protégé was the only way he could get it.

"L-Like… ah… th-this… Mr. Justice?"

'Faster.'

"Mr. Wright, are you absolutely sure you're alright?" said the Judge with growing concern. "Do you have a fever? You look like you're in pain and you're all red. And what on earth are you mumbling about?"

'Harder.'

"Mm…? Nngh! N-Nothing…"

None too pleased with his opponent's behavior, Blackquill's eyes flashed dangerously and with a sharp whistle, sent Taka at Phoenix. The bird charged in with its razor-sharp talons and in his shock, Phoenix crashed against the wall behind him, causing the vibrator to lodge itself deeper into his ass and strike his prostate dead-on. He screamed, shuddering violently against the wall, fighting to remain standing; to breathe; to not think about that moving rod in his ass that was making him feel so fucking good…

"M-Mr. Justice… please…"

The vibrations against his prostate was savage. He was so wet down there, more and more precum leaked through his pants and dribbled onto the floor beneath him. Can't hold it in. Too much, too much! He gripped the wall for dear life, eyes shut, breaths shallow, tears lining his lashes, his moans and keening increasing in frequency and volume. His cock strained painfully against his pants, throbbing like mad from the over-stimulation. It took everything in his power to resist thrusting his hips into thin air.

No more… too much… Going to… Going to…!

The cock ring tightened. His eyes flew open and he opened his mouth in a silent scream.

Please…! Let me cum!

"W-Wright-dono?" Blackquill actually stuttered. Now it was his turn to feel concerned. Phoenix's behavior wasn't normal, and that lewd way he screamed earlier… Blackquill fought down a blush; he was probably thinking too much into it.

The Judge blinked dubiously in his seat. "Mr. Wright, if you're unable to proceed with this trial, I'll get the bailiff to escort you out."

"I'm… haa… haa… ok." Phoenix pushed himself off the wall with great difficulty and stumbled towards his table. No way could he hold up any longer. He knew he was going to lose his mind, so he forced himself to use it productively to prove his client innocent before there wasn't a shred of logic left.

"I would l-like to call… my client… haa… t-to the stand…"

His brain was a foggy mess. All he could think about, all he could focus on were the vibrations from the rod inside him and how much he desperately wanted to cum. His surroundings, the people present, the cameras rolling – they were all irrelevant. He felt shy before, but at this point, when he was so close that it was torturous, he didn't care if the public labeled him a sex maniac after everything. Let them look. If that's what Apollo wanted, if that could grant him his release, then so be it.

However, just as the child began his testimony, the vibrations stopped and Phoenix silently thanked the gods above for his lover's show of mercy. At least he could focus on the cross-examination and as it turned out, the child revealed a new fact that further strengthened his argument.

"Mrs. Sweets told him to close his eyes and turn around and no matter what he heard, he should remain in that position," Phoenix paraphrased, folding his arms with a triumphant smirk. "But what if I said that the one who gave him that instruction was not his mother, but in fact his aunt, Ms Bitters? She must've committed the deed there and then. If her looks could fool a child, she could most certainly fool her brother-in-law as well, and coupled with that wig, which is an exact replica of Mrs Sweets' hair, I don't think we should discount this possibility."

The Judge's eyes flew open. "Mr. Wright, is this true?"

"Why don't we ask Ms Bitters herself?" he replied, pointing a finger at said witness whose face contorted in rage. If looks could kill, they'd all be dead.

"These are all false allegations! Why the hell would I kill my own sister?!" she screeched when she took to the stand. "I want proof, I tell you! Absolute proof!"

"My witness has a point, Wright-dono."

"Do you have decisive evidence to prove Ms Bitters' guilt, Mr. Wright?"

'Come on, isn't it obvious?!' Phoenix mentally screamed as he continued to clutch the table's edge so hard, his knuckles turned white. Any more pressure, and the wood would surely break off. And speaking of pressure, he felt the vibrations start up again, this time gradually increasing in its intensity. He squeaked, pupils dilating, and knew that this was it: cock ring or no, he couldn't fight it anymore. Bring him over the edge and he'd cum buckets.

"F-Fine…" he pushed himself upright and sifted through his evidence, pulling out a small envelope with the Sweets family seal on its back. He could only thank his lucky stars that his client trusted him enough to lend this to him – not even the prosecution knew of its existence.

"I have with me the will of the deceased couple, Mr and Mrs Sweets…"

Ms Bitters' eyes bulged and she started screaming. "How did you get that?!"

Phoenix fought to regulate his breathing. His hands were shaking and he was so wet down there, he might as well have come straight out from a shower. Sticky. His pants were soiled. He wanted to unzip them so bad; stroke himself and play with the tip. Let them look. Let the whole court look. He was beyond caring. Just a little bit more and he'd surely hit his sweet climax.

"They entrusted this document to their son, only child, and my client, Todd Jacob Sweets. He wasn't to open it until their passing, but when I received it, the envelope was already tampered with," he continued as he ignored the raging woman. "Someone close to Todd could have easily read its contents. Someone like… Oh, his nanny, perhaps?"

As Ms Bitters continued to stir up quite a commotion in court; the members of the gallery murmuring to themselves at this latest conspiracy, the smile on Phoenix's face wasn't out of triumph, but of relief. His hand crept down to unzip his fly, freeing his dick from the confines of his trousers. He didn't care anymore. As far as he was concerned, this trial didn't exist and only the pleasure remained. Hunching over the table, his left arm supported his body while the other reached down to pump his slick, throbbing cock. His eyes rolled, mouth slack from the pleasure.

Yes! Yes! So good… good… More! Need more…!

'What are you doing, Mr. Wright?'

Phoenix ignored his lover's voice as he attempted to remove the cock ring, only to realize the toy was also controlled by Apollo and groaned miserably. No… This wasn't happening! He was so close! Just a little more…

'Naughty, naughty… Need I remind you who's in control here?'

"Please, Mr. Justice, please…! Please take it off... Take it off! So close… "

'Really now? Then let me help you…'

Apollo cranked up the vibrations to full blast and Phoenix felt the ring around his cock tighten further. He let out a gurgled scream, his upper body sprawled across the table top; legs and butt trembling; cock twitching sporadically. He felt his tears threaten to spill.

No more… Please, no more… Can't take it… Too much… pleasure…!

"M-Mercy…" was all he managed and he heard his protégé chuckle in his ear.

'Obtain a 'Not Guilty' verdict and you'll get your reward, Mr. Wright.'

Phoenix whimpered and placed both hands on the table in order to support himself. He wanted to cum. He'd do anything to cum.

"If you... r-read the will, Ms Bitters, you'd have known... you were... struck off the family inheritance by your own twin sister…"

"Sh-Shut up! Don't say anymore!"

"But y-you needed... money... so you devised a plan to kill the main family, but encountered a problem: killing all three parties would place you under h-high suspicion. That's why you left your own nephew... to be your... scapegoat."

The court was in an uproar by now and the Judge's gavel never sounded more deafening as it pounded against the podium. Meanwhile, Phoenix thought he was going to faint. Forced to think coherently and maintain composure during sexual foreplay in the eyes of the public – it was a whole new meaning of torture.

"Silence!" Blackquill slammed his palm against the table. "This is all conjecture –"

"Objection!" Phoenix snarled. No one was going to keep him from obtaining his reward, not even Blackquill. "And I wasn't f-finished! Even with Todd in prison, Ms. Bitters is still his legal... g-guardian... m-meaning that she'd have... control over his finances, since he's still a minor. And take control she did."

"Please, stop! I'll confess, I'll confess!"

But Phoenix was beyond caring. He could hear the buzzing in his ears, feel nothing but the vibrations; his nerves on fire and prostate singing. The floor at his feet was stained with so much precum, the sight of it shamed him so much, he could have climaxed right there and then if not for this damned cock ring. He swore he'd burn this toy before the day was through. And then drag Apollo shopping for something better.

"M-My investigation led me to 'Tender Lender', and wouldn't you like to know what I... f-found... in their list of... approved transactions?"

He heard a pleased chuckle in his ear and paused.

'Good boy... I think it's time my hero received his reward.'

Phoenix felt himself break completely. All he could think about was sex and the amazing effect Apollo's voice had on him. All he could feel was that wonderful buzzing in his ass that threatened to send him over the edge repeatedly, to milk him dry, and he loved it.

"M-More… Need more… Mr. Justice, please..."

'More?'

Yes, oh gods, yessssss… Reward… Cum… Need to cum. He couldn't stop himself from rutting against the underside of the table.

'My… Aren't you my little slut.'

"Yes, yes… yours! Your slut! Yours…!"

Gone was his pride and he heard Apollo chuckle in his ear, dark and alluring.

'And so well trained too. Alright, for being such a good boy, here's a little treat.'

And then, the vibrator shifted slightly and this time, it didn't just vibrate, but swiveled and rotated within him simultaneously. It brutally pounded his ass, struck repeatedly and pulsed against his prostate, and Phoenix bit back a squeal of pure bliss as he collapsed across his documents, precumming over and over. His eyes were glazed with lust as spasms violently rocked his body.

Yes! More, more…! So good! Right there!

"P-Please…" he begged, "let me cum…"

"And what did you find, Mr. Wright?" pressed the Judge, oblivious to the once proud attorney's situation.

"I… I… haa… f-found – Ah!"

A soft click and the cock ring fell away. Desperate, Phoenix immediately wrapped his fingers around his slick dick and pumped himself in sync with the rapidly moving toy. His eyes rolled in pleasure, mouth open in an 'O' as he gasped and openly moaned.

"A transaction… a transfer o-of… mm… 30 million dollars from my client's… yesssss! B-Bank account…"

Yes… So close… So close…! Cumming!

Across the room, Blackquill was blushing. The way Wright was moving, moaning; that hand beneath the table… even if no one else seemed to notice, he was too sharp not to. But for some strange reason, he couldn't bring himself to look away. His hypersensitive senses honed from his years in prison, didn't let him. In this light, from where he stood, air thick with desire and pungent with arousal, Wright looked beautiful. Every gasp, every moan, his writhing body – it was an erotic dance and Blackquill was helplessly entranced.

Their eyes met across the courtroom, knowing; but Phoenix was too far gone to worry about being caught now or how Blackquill would think of him after this. Especially when he had Apollo moaning sexily in his ear.

'You're so close, sir.'

C-Cumming… Cumming!

"Wright-dono…"

"No! Don't say it! It's not true!"

"S-Signed… nargh! Ms. Veronica… Gloria… yes, yes! B-Bitters…!"

'Cum for me, Mr. Wright.'

That did it. With a strangled cry, he came all over the underside of the table in a flood of heat and euphoria. It was the most intense orgasm he ever experienced. His body shook from the aftershocks and he looked down, moaning at the mess he made and how his cum couldn't seem to stop flowing. He was spent, the pleasurable stimulus ceased, but it seemed his body couldn't get enough of its phantom effects.

C-Coming out! Again… Cumming again…!

Phoenix came over and over in short spurts and his body's lewd reaction made him feel dirty. With a satisfied moan, Apollo flipped the switch off. The vibrator slid out of his ass from the intense contractions and fell out through one of his pants legs, landing in a growing puddle of semen next to the cock ring.

The whole court was silent, all eyes on Phoenix as they regarded him expectantly. The judge blinked slowly; Blackquill's cheeks were tinted pink; the witness was too shamefaced to face up to her crimes, and the defendant had stars in his eyes. Somehow, Phoenix Wright did it again – even in the craziest of situations, he always managed to turn things around. If only they knew how crazy things actually got today.

Phoenix collapsed over the defense table, a twitching mess and utterly exhausted. A thoroughly satisfied grin crept across his flushed face.

"T-Take that…"

Apollo twirled the remote in his fingers, whistling a happy tune as he stepped behind the defense table. That was hot. He'd always wanted to see how far he could push his boss when it came to sexual foreplay and was more than satisfied with the results. In fact, he was very satisfied – his cock was still half-hard even after Phoenix's trial was over.

As expected, Phoenix's client was declared 'Not guilty' and because it involved the sole surviving heir of the multi-billion dollar Sweets Corporation, the trial received much public acclaim and attention. Absently, he wondered where his boss was, but assumed he was either held up at some press conference or recovering from his mind-blowing orgasm in the washroom. He chuckled to himself as he recalled his mentor's shameless behavior in court earlier. If he wished to watch his boss' erotic performance again, he figured he could always retrieve the trial video from the court archives. That'll teach Phoenix for underestimating him in poker.

Whatever the case, it was now his turn at the defense table. One of those rare busy days for the 'Wright Anything Agency', he supposed. A different judge was preceding this trial and with Prosecutor Blackquill handling the paperwork and recent conviction of Ms. Bitters, his opponent in court today appeared to be an elderly gentleman with shades over his eyes and a ridiculous toupee whose name he could never seem to remember.

"Court is now in session for the accused, Mr. Gold Bender, for the theft of the famous 'Dreamscape' painting by celebrity artist Louise van Harlot. The painting's owner is Madame Claire and is currently worth $140 million."

The judge's eyes passed briefly over the court.

"Are the prosecution and defense ready?"

Each representative gave an affirmative and the prosecution (after going on for almost three minutes on how he was the famed 'Rookie Killer') launched into his opening statement. Apollo's mind began to wander – gosh, this guy was long-winded – and that was when he felt movement under the table. Curious, he lowered his gaze and had to stop himself from shouting when his eyes met his boss' wide and innocent blue ones. Phoenix was kneeling beneath the table and fully hidden from view from the gallery, Apollo's pants zipper held teasingly between his lips. An evil look flashed across his eyes and Apollo panicked.

"D-Don't," he hissed in warning, but Phoenix ignored him as he happily tugged the zipper down and freed Apollo's length from the confines of his pants.

Using only his lips and tongue, Phoenix teased his protégé's cock, alternating between licks and kisses, lavishing his attention on the sensitive tip. That immediately got Apollo's Chords of Steel working. He fell forward with a shout, gripping the edge of the table like his very life depended on it. He was rock-hard in seconds.

"Mr. Justice, is everything alright?" The judge interrupted with a frown and Apollo crimsoned.

"Y-Yes, your honor! I just… Uh… have a sudden cramp...?"

"I'd appreciate it if you keep your cramps to yourself then. This is a court of law and we're in the middle of a serious trial."

"Yes, your honor. Sorry, your honor."

Apollo glared down at his unwanted distraction. Phoenix's eyes were wide and innocent, but that mouth of his certainly wasn't.

"B-Bastard," he choked, only to lose all authority and break off into a soft moan when he felt Phoenix kiss the tip of his cock in worship. Touché. If this was his boss' idea of revenge, then it really wasn't half bad.

Phoenix ran his tongue along the underside of Apollo's thick length, teased his balls with a few experimental licks and sucks, before engulfing the entire head with his lips. He sucked on him fervently, making erotic slurping noises – just the way Apollo liked it – and never once took his eyes off his protégé's reddening face. Apollo would have smacked him if he didn't feel so damn good. Instead, he reached down and grabbed Phoenix by his head, tugging his hair back to get a good look at those sexy, half-lidded blue eyes and soft, pink cheeks stuffed with cock. Fuck. He always knew his boss was one hell of a cock-sucker. It'd be a miracle if he lasted until the end of the trial.

"Mr. Wright, stop… I can't…!"

"Does the defense object to the prosecution's claims?"

Huh? Claims? What claims?

"I… uh… um…"

Phoenix dipped his tongue into the tip past the foreskin and Apollo almost blacked out from the stress.

Goddammit, Mr. Wright!

"Hah! The defense is probably too scared to continue in my presence. I've been said to have this effect on rookies," said Prosecutor Payne with an arrogant scoff and flip of his toupee.

"But since I'm in a good mood today, I'll repeat myself: The defendant, as head butler, was the only person apart from Madame Claire with the master key. As we all know, the room the prized painting was displayed in can only be accessed by that very key. Ergo, the defendant stole the painting!"

Apollo quickly looked down to shoot his idol the scariest death glare he could muster, but Phoenix, with his mouth full of cock, simply winked at him and took all of Apollo in one go. Instinctively, Apollo slammed his fists onto the table. The more Phoenix sucked him off, the harder it was to remain standing. Good lord, his boss was way too good at this; and before he knew it, he gave in and began a slow rhythm as he thrust into his mentor's hot, wet mouth.

"Yesssss… Take it all in… Just like that..."

Phoenix moaned and Apollo felt the vibrations around his member, adding to the pleasure and making him temporarily see stars.

"Mr. Justice? Your argument," pressed the judge.

Argument. Right... Huh?

All eyes were on him. Phoenix chuckled, gave Apollo's cock a particularly hard suck before deep-throating him and Apollo jolted, banging his knee on the underside of the table. Shit! With his mentor's lips around his dick and surrounded by all those expectant stares, his mind desperately grasped at the most relevant thing it could come up with at a time like this.

"OB-OBJECTION!"

Author's note:

I love it when our couple gets a happy ending, don't you? ;)

Anyway, I tried to make it as realistic as possible in terms of actually constructing a real case to frame the sex. Maybe I just needed an excuse to write some Apollo/Phoenix smut, but hey - at least we have (some) plot!