[fic] Whatever Works

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Title: Whatever Works
Original Thread: here
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1755
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier Gavin / Daryan Crescend
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: gay sex, timetravel
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Prompt: Adult!Klavier x 17-year-old!Daryan
The kink...bondage involving a crutch in some way, and a cast on teenage!Daryan's leg.
I don't know how to make it work, but make it work.
Anon needs it like anon needs air, water, and food.

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He'd had too many painkillers, that had to be the explanation for it. Or maybe he'd gone into shock when he'd gotten into that bike accident. He knew Klavier was over in Germany with his brother, being patted on the head by all his proud relatives for the great work he was doing as a prosecutor and rock star. There was no way Klavier was here, looking stressed and older - way older. His eyes met this older Klavier's gaze and the man sighed, the stressed look going away for a fleeting moment so he could say something that made absolutely no sense.

"...Oh thank god it worked."

Hair didn't grow that fast, did it? It had only been a month - no way. He knew all about how fast hair grew. It had to be a trick.

"Get the fuck out of my apartment, Kristoph."

"Please don't say that name." That voice was Klavier's voice. Sounded just a bit older, like how he looked a bit older. More mature. Sadder.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Listen to me. I don't care if you choose to ignore everything else that I tell you but please - please listen to this. Stay away from Borginia. Away from any cocoons from there. Can you do that?"

Daryan frowned. "Where the fuck's Borginia?"

The sad Klavier laughed, looking at the ground, away from Daryan's confused expression. "You were never any good at geography. God Daryan, I miss you."

"What...happened?"

"Many things," Klavier looked up and sighed heavily. "But we won't go into that, ja? Just... promise me."

"About Borg--whatsit?"

"Borginia. Ja."

"Uh... sure."

Klavier looked at the cast on Daryan's leg. No one had signed it yet, but Daryan had exhibited an impressive degree of flexibility to draw a guitar down the front. Klavier sighed. "Ah. The accident you lost your hog in. You didn't tell me about that until I returned and your leg had healed. I never got to sign that cast."

Daryan's eyes widened significantly. "Are you... a ghost?"

Klavier laughed. Just like his voice, it sounded sad. "If that's what you can believe... then ja, I am a ghost."

"Did... did you die? What's going on, man? I'm fuckin' confused."

"Can I sign your cast?" Klavier asked, changing the subject. "This time, at the very least?"

Daryan blinked, and then decided that fuck it all, he was going to go with it. Klavier's ghost - or whoever the hell this was - looked way too sad to ignore. He couldn't remember Klavier looking this sad since his parents had died.

"Yeah. Sure, man. I'll get a marker."

He sat down as Klavier took the marker, signing his name right beside the guitar. Then he proceeded to add to the guitar Daryan had drawn - getting a red marker as well and colouring it in.

"There. Looks like your guitar now, ja?"

"...Looks like that one I was eying off in that music store we always pass," Daryan replied. "But I guess I get it in the end, huh?"

Klavier smiled. "You had it before I returned from Germany. You know, I bought a hog of my own after your accident."

"You fuckin' copycat."

"That's what you said to me then, too."

Daryan smirked. "Yeah? Tell me what else we do."

"We become rock gods."

"Pfft, we've already done that."

"It gets better."

"Serious? Awesome."

Klavier finished colouring the guitar and capped the markers, standing up. "There. Looks exactly like Geeter."

"Ahaha, no way! You let me get away with that name?"

"You aren't the only one with an appreciation for puns, ja?"

Daryan smirked. "Guess you're right."

The sad look returned to Klavier's eyes and Daryan pulled himself up with the help of his crutches.

"You should be resting—"

"Man, just shut up," Daryan muttered, grabbing Klavier by the shirt and pulling him close for a kiss.

Klavier responded immediately, pulling Daryan closer and holding him tighter. They sighed against each other's mouths, kissing harder until Daryan let go of his crutches and opted to bury his hands in Klavier's hair, leaning against him for support.

"Damn, you learn how to kiss good," Daryan murmured in the brief moment their lips weren't touching.

"You've always been better," Klavier replied, moving down to kiss Daryan's neck.

"You know... when you return from Germany, I'll probably tell you... uh, I mean, Klavier, that I fucked around like a slut while he was gone. I haven't gotten laid since he went."

Laughing, Klavier shook his head. "You know how to irritate me. I'll give you that."

"Look... it ain't bad when it's kinda the same person, right? ...And honest to god, man, you look like you really need to get laid."

"You do realise that you're still a minor, ja?"

Daryan snorted. "Never stopped us before. Look, I'm gonna need my crutches if we're going anywhere."

"I'm sure we'll manage," Klavier replied, dragging Daryan by his arm.

"Fucking— ow! That hurts!"

He thought he heard Klavier mutter something that sounded like good. Klavier pushed him against the wall of his bedroom, glowering at him.

"Damn, I must've pissed you off big time."

"Ja. You could say that."

"Related to Borginia or whatever?"

Klavier’s expression softened just a little. "…Let’s not talk about that, ja?"

"That's a yes."

"Stay here," Klavier instructed, ignoring him.

"I need my goddamn crutches, dumbass."

"I'm getting them."

Daryan sighed, supporting himself on his better leg and leaning against the wall. Klavier returned, carrying one crutch with him.

"Great, where's the other one—?"

Instead of replying, Klavier pulled him into another kiss. Daryan sighed, letting Klavier take lead. He barely noticed the fact that Klavier was holding onto one of the ties that lived on the chair beside his bed before he was told to turn around.

"What…?"

"Just face the wall, Daryan," Klavier murmured, in that voice that allowed him to get his way, even when he was seventeen.

He obeyed, right until he felt Klavier pulling his arms behind him. "What the—"

"Don’t struggle, you’ll lose your balance," Klavier told him, pushing him against the wall to steady him.

"You're using my tie to tie me to my crutch? What the fuck, man?"

"Bear with me, baby," Klavier murmured into his ear, smirking before turning him around. "So here you are – with only one good leg to stand on and your arms tied behind your back. You must be feeling rather helpless, ja?"

"No shit."

The serious look returned to Klavier's eyes as he glared at Daryan. "I want you to remember this feeling as the way I feel when you do something utterly stupid."

"Look, man. You're either pissed at me or you want me. Make up your goddamn mind because you're switching so much it's making my head hurt."

Klavier smiled. "And there's the impatient Daryan I know so well."

"You wanna untie me, princess?"

"Mm, no." To Daryan's disappointment, this version of Klavier didn't get snappy at the nickname. And to his chagrin, Klavier reached right for his cock, which was already half hard. "You seem to be enjoying this, aren't you? I never realised you liked being tied this much, Daryan."

"Shut up," Daryan trailed off into a groan as Klavier rubbed through his pants. "Fuck, I'm gonna lose my balance."

Klavier held him against the wall, kissing him again. Daryan winced in discomfort at the odd angle of his arms, but Klavier ignored it. Then Klavier shifted, making Daryan lean against him as they moved to the bed. The relief of lying in his bed wasn't there as he'd expected it to be, the cold aluminium frame of the crutch pressing into his back. He scowled at the ceiling, not bothering to crane his neck to look at Klavier. "God you're a bitch when you wanna be."

"I just want you to remember this."

"Right. Like I wouldn't remember it as it is. You're just pissed at me for something I haven't done yet."

And suddenly, Klavier was kneeling over him with a severe look in his eyes. "Something you won't do."

"Even better."

Klavier sighed. "I don't even know if this will make a difference. Perhaps it won't, for me. But if I could keep you from having to deal with…"

"What?"

He shook his head. "I'm not going to talk about it. Especially not with you. We have better things to do."

Daryan nodded at his cast. "I'm probably gonna be a really bad fuck with this thing."

Klavier gave him an amused look, already tugging at Daryan's fly. "I'll manage."

Daryan's breath hitched when his pants were pulled down just far enough to let Klavier's hand into his boxers. It felt far more experienced than he was used to and it was an embarrassingly short time before he was arching off the mattress as best as he could, his breath coming in short bursts.

"Fuck. Klav—"

Klavier had already moved his hand away, pulling Daryan's pants further down to suck hard, relishing the cry of pleasure.

"Whoa," Daryan managed to say, the corners of his lips lifting into a grin. "I'm guessing the sex gets better."

"Like you won't believe," Klavier murmured into his ear before shifting his position and undoing his own pants. "Your turn."




Later than afternoon, Daryan woke in his bed alone. His hands were free and his crutches were propped up beside his bed. He sat up, blinking and wondering if the fact that he'd imagined an older version of Klavier meant that he was sad and pathetic and actually missed the guy.

He glanced at his cast, starting when he saw that not only was his guitar coloured to match the one that would soon be making a sizable dent in his bank account, but it was accompanied by a hasty scrawl of Gavin.

Blinking, he pulled himself out of bed and grabbed his laptop, clicking onto the search engine. He frowned at the textbox in front of him and hesitated for a moment before beginning to type.

"…Borginia, eh?"




And seven years later, as he was staring over a barrel of a .45 calibre pistol at Romein LeTouse, Daryan Crescend could have sworn that there was a voice in his head that was telling him to stop.

Curiously, it sounded like Klavier. He didn't know whether he was frustrated or amused that apparently his conscience had taken on his best friend's voice.

He didn't think to listen to it until after he'd pulled the trigger.

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Comments

[hidden-gems.livejournal.com]

Why isn't anyone commenting? 8(

I read this last night and really enjoyed it. Sad to see that Daryan didn't learn anything from it, though. And hey, haven't you had this prompt for ages? I seem to remember you saying you had no idea what to do with the crutch.

[kiyala.livejournal.com]

Because these are just reposts from the kink meme.

Glad you enjoyed it :) Didn't feel like having a happy ending though, hence Daryan not learning xD I'd actually posted the entire fic ages ago, but figured I might as well put the fics up here on Shanny's Corner to store them :3

[hidden-gems.livejournal.com]

Ah, makes sense 8D

Off to read the last one!

[pinku-supaiida.livejournal.com]

I really liked this since it was so thoroughly planned, if you know what I mean ^^
But the fact that actually Gavin was the one that gave Daryan the idea to smuggle the cocoons almost made me smash my (or his, for that matter) head against the wall xD
Still, Daryan being a moron characterizes him so well that I really enjoyed reading this! <333

[kiyala.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you think so! :D
And yes... that's the one thing that I always think about time travel: if you go back to stop something from happening, you'll probably end up causing it anyway xD