Prompt: Pretending To Be Together
Character(s): Klavier Gavin/Apollo Justice (kind of)
Originally Written: 3.12.2009
The gasps they—well, he—earned were imminent, even if Apollo couldn't have seen anything coming from a mile away. There was no way he could go out in public again.
Klavier Gavin had kissed him in front of the entire country.
Apollo had been too appalled (not to mention too heterosexual) to even think of reciprocating, but Gavin had seemed intent on making him feel a thousand different types of uncomfortable.
And that seemed to include shoving his tongue in places where it didn't belong.
He had stumbled back, too traumatized for words. He wasn't sure what to be more upset over; the fact that he had just been kissed by another man or that said man wasn't looking too guilty about it. In fact,Gavin seemed to be rather pleased with himself as the girls and paparazzi beside them stood, dumbfounded at this new revelation.
"My apologies, Mädchen, but I'm afraid that I'm taken," he said with mock drama, taking Apollo's violently shaking hand. "Isn't that right, Apollo?"
Words failed him. He wasn't sure if he should do Klavier a favor and play along or get the hell out of the public eye as fast as he could. He'd make an even bigger spectacle out of himself if he ran, but things could've gotten worse if he stuck around. Much, much worse.
Why couldn't things ever be easy for him? Why did these things always have to happen? Apollo tried to block out the incessant squawking from the reporters ("How long have you and Klavier been together?" "What's your name?" "How did you two meet?") but their voices seemed especially trained for annoying the fuck out of people.
"Gavin, what the hell were you thinking?" he whispered harshly into the prosecutor's ear, barely resisting the temptation to stomp on his foot. His counterpart merely laughed and caressed his hand, looking directly at him with those mischievous eyes of his…
Oh lord, did his heart actually skip a beat?
"Just do me this small favor, Herr Justice," he said. "And I promise it will blow over soon, ja?"
Apollo was conflicted. The more rational part of his brain pleaded for him to go with his better instincts and leave, but with Klavier making that insistent puppy-dog face, it was beyond difficult to just do what he wanted.
"F-Fine," he grumbled, gripping Gavin's hand. "But you owe me. Big time."
"Yes, yes."
He suspected that he wasn't even listening.
And he sure as hell isn't listening now when Apollo insists that the charade has gone on for too long.
Needless to say, the night ends with a fair bit of trauma as Klavier imposes himself on the attorney once more.
