A/N: Sorry for the long delay, everyone! School has started back up for me, and since it's my last semester, I really have to put everything I've got into it! As can be expected, I've been pretty tied up with writing for my last fiction class, so that's what's been sucking up most of my time. ;_;

I also finished Dual Destinies between chapters! ;D Absolutely terrific game! Looking forward to the in-development AA6 now!

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Disclaimer: May contain spoilers for the Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney trilogy, Apollo Justice: Ace Attorney, and Ace Attorney Investigations: Miles Edgeworth.

Warning! This chapter contains dubcon (dubious consent) and explicit sexual material. Please note that in real life, any form of "dubcon" is rape, and it is only presented here in the context of fantasy.

Chapter 4: Klavier

Apollo was immensely shocked, though not particularly relieved, when, upon embarking on their tour about the manor, Mr. Klavier Gavin chose to walk beside him rather than Miss Trucy, the latter having been steered along ahead by the elder Mr. Gavin. Perhaps Mr. Gavin had taken note of his brother's impropriety, or Apollo's apprehension, and moved to separate them. Miss Trucy had looked, initially, rather disappointed with the arrangement; now, however, she was speaking animatedly with Mr. Gavin, whose placid smile and demeanor she seemed to have grown quite fond of.

Of course, the new arrangement also had the unfortunate consequence of obliging Apollo to walk alongside the younger Gavin. For the first several minutes of the tour, neither exchanged words with the other as Mr. Gavin stopped occasionally to allow them to peer into a room, or to expound upon some aspect of the manor's construction. Apollo soon became aware, however, that Mr. Klavier Gavin was beginning to fall behind, lingering longer than the others at points of interest and walking rather slower than the rest of the party. Apollo, who thought himself naturally very polite, thus felt obligated to remain behind in order to allow his companion to catch up.

"I was not under the impression that you were such the gentleman, Herr Forehead," Gavin jested as he fell into step with his companion, a broad smile already encroaching on his handsome face. Apollo felt his cheeks go faintly warm.

"Mr. Gavin, I hope my behavior has not suggested that I am not," he said rather curtly, already regretting his decision to stay behind. But Gavin only laughed.

"Please, Forehead! I must insist that you call me Klavier – Mr. Gavin is my brother, you see!"

Apollo had to wonder if this was exactly what he had said to Miss Trucy while they were dancing; the informality quite discomfited him.

"But as it were, I am glad I have this opportunity to speak with you," Klavier went on, and Apollo tensed very slightly.

"About what would you like to speak?" he asked in the steadiest voice he could manage; he remembered quite suddenly the moment their eyes had connected across the ballroom. Surely he couldn't mean that, could he?

But, as luck would have it, this was precisely the issue about which Klavier wished to discourse.

"Herr Forehead, it was not the luminous eyes of your lovely companion which held mine across that crowded space." Apollo stumbled to a stop. Klavier reached out a hand and laid it upon his shoulder. "Rather, it was your lovely eyes that caught mine."

Apollo started to walk again, quickly, so that Klavier was forced to withdraw his hand. "I do not understand your meaning," he said brusquely, without looking back. He had to catch up to Mr. Gavin and Miss Trucy. "Come, we have fallen too far behind."

"Oh, but I think you do!" Klavier's hand closed about his wrist, jerking him to a stop once again. His grip was firm, and Apollo found that his heart was jumping and refused to settle down.

"Release me," he ordered, tugging at his arm. But Klavier held strong. "I said, release me!"

Klavier pulled, and Apollo stumbled back, into his awaiting arms. He felt all at once suffocated; this man smelled exotic, enticing, and he was drowning in his scent, his warmth, the restraining comfort of his embrace. When Klavier laughed, Apollo felt it in his spine, and he shuddered, though he knew not if in disgust or pleasure.

"Ach, Forehead, none shall blame you for your sin, for you are not the first to become captivated by Klavier Gavin."

Apollo struggled, but Gavin refused to release him. "How dare you," he murmured, his breath short, anxiety mounting at the thought of somebody encountering them here like this. "I know not of what you speak, and I demand that you release me this instant, or I shall call for help directly!"

But Klavier only chuckled again, and leaned into Apollo's ear. "And then what, Herr Forehead? Have a servant of von Karma discover one Herr Justice, wrapped up in the arms of another man? I wonder how Fräulein Wright would respond – her own dear brother, a most unrepentant and unabashed sinner!"

"I have done nothing for which I ought to be ashamed," Apollo said, whispering now, for he feared he could no longer keep the tremor out of his voice. "You have most unjustly framed me!"

"Perhaps you are right," Klavier said after a moment, his hot breath tickling Apollo's ear and making him blush again. "But I know I did not mistake that look in your eyes when first you gazed upon me."

Suddenly, the sound of faraway voices met their ears, and Apollo started, pulling against his captor's hold. Klavier must have heard them as well. "Come, Herr Justice," he said smoothly, taking a step to the side and dragging Apollo with him. "Let us retreat to a place where we might discourse more privately."

Apollo hardly knew why he allowed himself to be conveyed into that unused bedchamber by Klavier Gavin. Perhaps it was his fear at being discovered, as Gavin had warned, by strangers who would misinterpret the situation entirely. Or perhaps there was some part of him, deep within and heretofore unacknowledged, that wanted something from this man.

It was a magnificent bedchamber with high ceilings, a broad hearth, and a richly dressed bed with towering canopies. At the foot of this furnishing was a dark wood chest, and it was upon this that Klavier deposited the rather bemused Apollo. He smirked down at him, as if he were a prize that had been won and was about to be presently enjoyed.

"Despite your rather large forehead, you really are quite the lovely creature, aren't you?" he said, reaching out a hand and sweeping back hair from Apollo's face. The contact made him shrink back. "Oh, pardon me, I suppose that was rather unpleasant." He quickly shed his gloves and then placed his bare hand upon Apollo's cheek. Apollo felt a thrill of pleasurable energy course through him at the contact, and his stomach coiled itself into knots.

"Please," he whispered, his shoulders beginning to shake. "What do you intend to do to me?"

"Why, nothing that would cause you any displeasure, I assure you!" Klavier said with a resounding laugh that seemed to Apollo far too cheerful to befit the situation. "Now, now, Herr Forehead, I must have you understand that I am quite the gentle lover."

And without further ado, he leaned in and kissed him!

Apollo, who had never been kissed before, had also never stopped to consider what such an experience might be like. He was not a romantic man, had never considered himself so, and yet now, as this stranger gently pressed their lips together, he was overcome with warmth and ecstasy. He could not think straight; he could only move into the gesture, shyly part his lips at the urging of the other, allow himself to be consumed with a sweet passion he had never known existed within him.

The experience was, as a whole, wet and breathless, he reflected once they had broken apart, and not terribly unpleasant; quite the contrary, in fact. His chest was tight and his mind, empty, but he felt suddenly alive, hungry for the contact he had heretofore never known. Klavier smiled charmingly at him and brushed his thumb across his lips. Then he crawled onto the chest with him, trapping Apollo's thighs between his knees as he situated himself across his lap.

"That was not quite so disagreeable as you were expecting, I hope?"

Apollo had no words to give him. What they were doing was illicit, shameful, uncouth, sinful… And yet, he could not deny that he derived a great deal of pleasure from the whole ordeal.

Klavier seemed to accept his silence as assent and leaned in closer, running his lips along Apollo's temple, cheek, and neck before his hands moved to loosen his cravat so that he could kiss his throat as well. Apollo's face was flushed, his skin tingling at the contact. He felt strange in his lower extremities, a growing hotness that was fueled by Klavier's kisses and caresses. Part of him (his rational mind, he supposed) wanted the man to stop, wished to throw him off himself and flee the room. But the sensuousness of Klavier's touches, the tenderness of his voice as he breathed into his ear, proved to be too much for his tremulous heart, and some depraved part of him was too thoroughly enamored with the careful attentions given to his body that he could not bring himself to terminate the encounter now.

"Herr Forehead, do not feel as if you must remain as unanimated as a corpse," Klavier murmured as he kissed his ear. "If you wish to touch me, by all means, do so."

The warm tightness down below was intensifying, and Apollo was finding it difficult to keep from crying out lewdly. As a measure of restraint, and because Klavier's suggestion genuinely intrigued him, he reached out his hands and wrapped them about the man's sturdy body, holding him close to his chest. Klavier leaned into the touch and slid forward over his lap. He must have felt the hardness there, for a moment later, he pulled back his head and smiled.

"You are not well-acquainted with being loved, I suppose?" he said, but there was no derision, no mockery within his voice, only sincere inquisitiveness, and so Apollo, with a small shudder, shook his head. "Ah. Then allow me to show you, Herr Forehead. I assure you, I will be most tender and loving so that you might enjoy yourself as best you can."

Apollo gave a start when Klavier removed himself from his lap and placed his hand instead upon his trousers. He shivered, though the room was not cold, and felt his face grow hot and red. When Klavier began to undo the buttons, he slapped his hand there to detain him.

"N-no!" he objected weakly, feeling suddenly very dizzy. "I – that – you cannot do such a thing, Mr. Gavin! I-it is terribly improper and immoral!"

Klavier offered only a small laugh at that. "We have come this far, have we not?" he asked musingly. "I think I am quite beyond saving, as it were." He looked curiously into Apollo's face. "But you seem not to be a religious man, Herr Forehead, or at least, that is the impression I get of you."

Apollo glanced away. "I-I do not know what I believe in," he said after a moment. "But even so! This kind of behavior – it is unacceptable! If any were to discover us here –"

"Ach, relax, Forehead! I have bolted the door – only we may exit, and none shall enter." He moved his gaze again to Apollo's lap, causing the latter to blush. "Do not deny the impulses of your body for fear of societal retribution," he said, lightly caressing the bulge there with his soft, long-fingered hand, and Apollo allowed a short groan to escape his lips. "Besides, you do not wish to leave this room with so conspicuous a problem, do you?" He clasped his fingers and squeezed, and Apollo unwillingly made a most vulgar sound. "At the least, allow me to assist you in the task of eliminating the issue."

As much as his body longed for it, Apollo could not allow himself to consent, and yet he did not resist as Klavier finished unbuttoning his trousers. A moment later, that warm hand slid within, ducking beneath his principal garment, and grasped him firmly. The sensation of that strong, naked appendage curled about his most intimate part caused Apollo to moan covetously and squirm into the fingers that held him. He threw his hands about his partner's head and clutched at his hair, pulling him close so that Klavier was forced into a crouch, their knees pressing together.

"Be gentle with me, Herr Forehead," Klavier said with a quiet laugh. "I have been most gentle with you, after all."

Apollo only tightened his grip on Klavier's hair as the latter began to move his hand, sliding it up and down in quick, efficient strokes. He felt he would go mad from the pleasure as each jerk of the other man's hand sent him into spasms of unparalleled bliss. He was becoming warmer and harder with each motion. He tried to stay silent but could not, and he gasped and groaned as the tension within him built. He was certain he would die if he did not soon encounter some sort of release.

At last, that release arrived as his body gave one final shudder and let go into Klavier's hand, crying out as it happened. Klavier merely smiled, removing his hand from Apollo and lifting it to his face. Apollo himself was panting raggedly, aglow with the pleasure of the moment but quickly growing cold with shame and fear. His essence was painted all over Klavier's beautiful hand, and then he saw him bring it up to his mouth.

"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed, aghast and repulsed.

Klavier paused, then looked down at him. "Why, I am only enjoying my partner's body to its fullest," he said with a laugh, and his tongue slipped out of his mouth to lick at his hand. "It would be terribly rude of me not to accept all that my partner has worked so hard to give me, ja?"

Apollo flushed at the words and looked away as Klavier cleaned his hand almost lovingly. How wretchedly sordid he now felt! How could he have done something so wicked and unseemly?! He had allowed his body's reactions to get the best of him – and in return, he received only a few moments of dirty pleasure! He was quite on the verge of tears when a hand suddenly landed upon his shoulder.

"You have no need to be ashamed, Herr Forehead," Klavier said, and for once, his eyes were serious. "You are a most excellent lover, and I am honored I have had this chance to show you my earnest passion."

Apollo clenched his teeth, eyes hardening. "If you are looking for something so indecent, then next time, I implore you, go find yourself some cheap whore!" he spat, and tears began to spill down his cheeks. "How dare you use me like that?!"

To his surprise, Klavier sat down beside him, withdrawing a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket. He then pressed it to Apollo's face, wiping up his tears with such tenderness that he found himself almost relaxing into his touch.

"I have no desire to partake in any relationship which means nothing to me," Klavier said gravely. "I wanted this with you because I… I like you rather a lot – and I could not get you out of my mind once I saw you in the ballroom."

Apollo looked up, prepared to accuse him of his infidelity, but Klavier appeared to read his mind.

"Oh, do not misunderstand; Fräulein Wright is a most lovely young lady, and I wish all the best for her. But, whilst I was dancing with her, if you'll believe me, I could think only of you." He looked rather abashedly to the side, pausing in his task of wiping Apollo's eyes. "You must think me very foolish, and certainly, I am, but… I would like more than anything to meet with you again, Herr Justice. I am… very much intrigued by you. Yes, I think I like you a good deal, as it were. Forgive me if it seemed I was only out to use you to pleasure myself. I really did wish for you to enjoy the experience even more than I."

Apollo did not know how to respond to such a confession, and so he said nothing. Klavier folded the handkerchief over and then handed it to him. "Now, you ought to clean yourself up a trifle before we depart. I would gladly assist you, but I have no wish to make you any more uncomfortable than you are at present. Once you are decent again, then let us head out. I daresay my brother and the Fräulein are quite at a loss as to where we have gotten off to."

It was all too much to process at once – the act itself, Klavier's true feelings, and Apollo's, whatever they were – and so he resolved not to think on it just yet. He was, however, quite certain that he could no longer expect to enjoy the good night's sleep he had promised himself before the ball.

Chapter 5 Preview: Apollo tries to come to terms with the true nature of his feelings for Klavier. Meanwhile, an invitation from the new Gavin Manor arrives...