[fic] A Personal Touch
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shannys_cornerTitle: A Personal Touch
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kiyala
Word Count: 956
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "public sex"
Forschomperilla's birthday!! Happy birthday bb!! <3 <3 <3
“Man, you just invited me up here to show off, didn’t you?”
Daryan looks around Klavier’s new office in the prosecutors’ building and although most people wouldn’t be able to read any expression on his face, Klavier reads obvious jealousy without any attempt to hide it.
“I just thought that of everybody I know, you would appreciate the personal touch I’ve given the place.” Klavier makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and grins. “I take it that you like what I’ve done, ja? This was such a boring room before.”
Boring, Daryan thinks, is a word that would never be used to describe this office for as long as Klavier’s in it. From the large, wide-screen TV that’s been mounted on the wall and converted into a computer monitor, to the massive speaker he’s using as a desk, it’s all Klavier, and Daryan shakes his head.
“Only you’d get away with this, man.”
Klavier smiles brightly; his sunny, extremely contagious smile. “Not true. I’ve heard that Herr Edgeworth’s office was quite something to behold.”
Daryan snickers. “Well, just goes to show the whole lot of you prosecutors are freaking weird. At least it ain’t just you.”
“You can hardly talk. You aren’t exactly normal yourself, Sharky.”
“Feh. Who asked you, Princess?” Daryan steps closer to Klavier, backing him into his speaker-desk.
“Daryan? What are we doing?” Klavier asks, sitting on the edge of the desk.
Smirking, Daryan spreads Klavier’s legs so he can stand in between them. Kissing Klavier hard, he says, “Adding a personal touch to the place.”
“Of course,” snorts Klavier, wrapping his arms around Daryan’s shoulders to pull him closer. “It’s not quite a workspace until we’ve had sex in it, ja?”
“It is out in the open,” Daryan points out, though it’s unclear which side of the argument he’s trying to support, and to whom. “Anyone could walk by. Even if it’s after hours, I’m sure there ain’t just one workaholic prosecutor who lives here.”
Klavier smirks, drawn to the idea rather than being deterred from it. They’re performers through and through: the idea of being caught has never stopped them. Not in dressing rooms, not backstage, not even when Klavier had lived with Kristoph.
“We could close the door,” he murmurs.
Daryan snorts. “What, and ruin the fun?”
They can feel each other’s grins as they kiss. Daryan runs his fingers through Klavier’s short, blond hair. His own hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, much simpler than his onstage pomp, and Klavier pulls the tie out, giving an appreciative smile at the way the dark hair falls around the other’s shoulders. They pull each other closer, undoing their shirts, and Klavier kisses down Daryan’s neck, biting down gently. Daryan groans and rocks his hips against Klavier’s, which are beginning to loosely wrap around him.
Feeling Klavier’s erection against his own makes Daryan rock his hips against Klavier’s again. With his hands holding the blond’s sides, he growls against the flushed lips, “Get naked before I have to tear your clothes off.”
Klavier needs little convincing as it is. They pull apart just long enough for them both to get their pants off. Their lips are against each other again as Daryan pushes Klavier to sit on the edge of the desk again. Klavier reaches to a drawer, pulling it open and taking out a tube of lube and a condom.
Daryan grins. “Prepared, huh?”
“Like I said,” Klavier murmurs, squeezing the lube into Daryan’s hand. “It’s not a work space until we’ve had sex in it.”
Chuckling, Daryan pushes a finger into Klavier. “We better fix that then, yeah?”
Klavier leans further back on his desk – currently empty of papers – and Daryan adds another finger, scissoring and stretching him.
Short of patience at the best of times, Daryan quickly decides he’s prepared Klavier enough and rolls a condom on, smearing lube onto it.
“Try not to scream too loud,” Daryan smirks, guiding his cock into Klavier. “…Unless you want to get caught screwing in your office on your first day.”
“Maybe if you talk less, we wouldn’t be overheard, ja?” Klavier replies, then gasps when Daryan thrusts his hips a little forward and suddenly, the entire length of his erection is in Klavier.
“Move,” Klavier gasps out, tightening his grip on Daryan’s shoulders when they start rocking against each other. They’re well in tune with each other and fall into a rhythm quickly.
“Having fun?” Daryan asks, chuckling against Klavier’s neck.
Klavier doesn’t need to reply – Daryan knows him well enough to know exactly what he’s thinking and exactly what he wants.
They pick up their pace and Klavier’s head falls back as he moans quietly. As much as Daryan had been trying to be silent, he lets out a low grunt at the sound Klavier makes. They’re moving harder against each other, tightening their grip on each other and panting against each other’s mouths as they near climax.
Klavier comes first, letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a grunt, releasing against Daryan, who follows soon after.
They’re coming down from their mutual high when they notice movement from the doorway of the office. Daryan turns quickly, eyes narrowing as the figure disappears before he can get a clear view of their face. Then he laughs.
“What?” Klavier asks, mind still foggy from the pleasure.
“Winston Payne,” Daryan says, recognising the infamous bald pate. He repeats what he’s heard several times down at the precinct. “They keep him around ‘cause he makes the other prosecutors look good. I think we just broke him.”
Klavier smirks a little, sharing Daryan’s amusement. They both know Winston Payne won’t be the only person they break.
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Author:
kiyalaWord Count: 956
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sex, swearing, the usual
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Ace Attorney
Notes: This is for Kink Bingo going on at dreamwidth. Kink is "public sex"
For
schomperilla's birthday!! Happy birthday bb!! <3 <3 <3“Man, you just invited me up here to show off, didn’t you?”
Daryan looks around Klavier’s new office in the prosecutors’ building and although most people wouldn’t be able to read any expression on his face, Klavier reads obvious jealousy without any attempt to hide it.
“I just thought that of everybody I know, you would appreciate the personal touch I’ve given the place.” Klavier makes a sweeping gesture with his hand and grins. “I take it that you like what I’ve done, ja? This was such a boring room before.”
Boring, Daryan thinks, is a word that would never be used to describe this office for as long as Klavier’s in it. From the large, wide-screen TV that’s been mounted on the wall and converted into a computer monitor, to the massive speaker he’s using as a desk, it’s all Klavier, and Daryan shakes his head.
“Only you’d get away with this, man.”
Klavier smiles brightly; his sunny, extremely contagious smile. “Not true. I’ve heard that Herr Edgeworth’s office was quite something to behold.”
Daryan snickers. “Well, just goes to show the whole lot of you prosecutors are freaking weird. At least it ain’t just you.”
“You can hardly talk. You aren’t exactly normal yourself, Sharky.”
“Feh. Who asked you, Princess?” Daryan steps closer to Klavier, backing him into his speaker-desk.
“Daryan? What are we doing?” Klavier asks, sitting on the edge of the desk.
Smirking, Daryan spreads Klavier’s legs so he can stand in between them. Kissing Klavier hard, he says, “Adding a personal touch to the place.”
“Of course,” snorts Klavier, wrapping his arms around Daryan’s shoulders to pull him closer. “It’s not quite a workspace until we’ve had sex in it, ja?”
“It is out in the open,” Daryan points out, though it’s unclear which side of the argument he’s trying to support, and to whom. “Anyone could walk by. Even if it’s after hours, I’m sure there ain’t just one workaholic prosecutor who lives here.”
Klavier smirks, drawn to the idea rather than being deterred from it. They’re performers through and through: the idea of being caught has never stopped them. Not in dressing rooms, not backstage, not even when Klavier had lived with Kristoph.
“We could close the door,” he murmurs.
Daryan snorts. “What, and ruin the fun?”
They can feel each other’s grins as they kiss. Daryan runs his fingers through Klavier’s short, blond hair. His own hair is pulled back into a simple ponytail, much simpler than his onstage pomp, and Klavier pulls the tie out, giving an appreciative smile at the way the dark hair falls around the other’s shoulders. They pull each other closer, undoing their shirts, and Klavier kisses down Daryan’s neck, biting down gently. Daryan groans and rocks his hips against Klavier’s, which are beginning to loosely wrap around him.
Feeling Klavier’s erection against his own makes Daryan rock his hips against Klavier’s again. With his hands holding the blond’s sides, he growls against the flushed lips, “Get naked before I have to tear your clothes off.”
Klavier needs little convincing as it is. They pull apart just long enough for them both to get their pants off. Their lips are against each other again as Daryan pushes Klavier to sit on the edge of the desk again. Klavier reaches to a drawer, pulling it open and taking out a tube of lube and a condom.
Daryan grins. “Prepared, huh?”
“Like I said,” Klavier murmurs, squeezing the lube into Daryan’s hand. “It’s not a work space until we’ve had sex in it.”
Chuckling, Daryan pushes a finger into Klavier. “We better fix that then, yeah?”
Klavier leans further back on his desk – currently empty of papers – and Daryan adds another finger, scissoring and stretching him.
Short of patience at the best of times, Daryan quickly decides he’s prepared Klavier enough and rolls a condom on, smearing lube onto it.
“Try not to scream too loud,” Daryan smirks, guiding his cock into Klavier. “…Unless you want to get caught screwing in your office on your first day.”
“Maybe if you talk less, we wouldn’t be overheard, ja?” Klavier replies, then gasps when Daryan thrusts his hips a little forward and suddenly, the entire length of his erection is in Klavier.
“Move,” Klavier gasps out, tightening his grip on Daryan’s shoulders when they start rocking against each other. They’re well in tune with each other and fall into a rhythm quickly.
“Having fun?” Daryan asks, chuckling against Klavier’s neck.
Klavier doesn’t need to reply – Daryan knows him well enough to know exactly what he’s thinking and exactly what he wants.
They pick up their pace and Klavier’s head falls back as he moans quietly. As much as Daryan had been trying to be silent, he lets out a low grunt at the sound Klavier makes. They’re moving harder against each other, tightening their grip on each other and panting against each other’s mouths as they near climax.
Klavier comes first, letting out a sound halfway between a moan and a grunt, releasing against Daryan, who follows soon after.
They’re coming down from their mutual high when they notice movement from the doorway of the office. Daryan turns quickly, eyes narrowing as the figure disappears before he can get a clear view of their face. Then he laughs.
“What?” Klavier asks, mind still foggy from the pleasure.
“Winston Payne,” Daryan says, recognising the infamous bald pate. He repeats what he’s heard several times down at the precinct. “They keep him around ‘cause he makes the other prosecutors look good. I think we just broke him.”
Klavier smirks a little, sharing Daryan’s amusement. They both know Winston Payne won’t be the only person they break.
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Date: 2009-09-08 03:05 pm (UTC)I love the Sharky and Princess, and HAHAHAHA PAYNE.
OTD, you are made of writerly win - thaaanks 8D
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Date: 2009-09-08 03:08 pm (UTC)The dice told meI'm just awesome like that, don'tcha know? ;DKnew you'd appreciate all the stupid things I threw into it xD (more than anyone else, even!)
ILU OTK <3 You're very welcome :D
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Date: 2010-05-16 10:47 pm (UTC)(But wth is that on Klavier's head? xD)
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Date: 2010-05-17 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-05-17 01:09 pm (UTC)I thought about it, but then my mind went like 'THAT CANNOT BE' and dismissed the possibility.
Now it's even more hilarious XD
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Date: 2009-09-08 05:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-09 01:16 am (UTC)And thanks for pointing out the typo xD I suck at beta'ing my own stuff.
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Date: 2009-09-09 01:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-18 10:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-15 06:21 pm (UTC)Awesome fic.
I love the end xD
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Date: 2009-12-15 09:11 pm (UTC)