[fic] Worth Your Time

[kiyala.livejournal.com]

Title: Worth Your Time
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1200
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Daryan Crescend / Klavier Gavin
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: References to sex, swearing
Disclaimer: CAPCOM owns Ace Attorney
Notes: Whoa, it's been forever since I've written any D/K! This was written for powerofbondage for help_nz. I hope I did okay with characterisation and everything... damn I feel rusty.

It’s a gruelling two hours in court, and even if Daryan’s only needed on the stand for all of fifteen minutes to lay down the facts and let the prosecutor ask all the right questions to build his case against the accused, he has to hang around for the entire length of the trial in case he’s needed again. On the upside, Klavier’s sitting in the gallery. He doesn’t have any cases at the moment, so he’s free to drop in on this one. Daryan keeps his gaze fixed on Klavier as he delivers his testimony, the way he does when they do interview together; the same look that the fans on their forums call eye-fucking. They’re not all that far off. As for Klavier? Klavier sits there and smiles right back at him, occasionally looking down at the notebook in front of him. Probably lyrics, Daryan thinks, spending the rest of the trail tapping out a new rhythm on the desk in the waiting room, probably annoying the other witnesses, but none of them work up the nerve to say anything about it. Klavier’s waiting for him when the trial’s over and the defendant’s been taken away to prison. They nod at each other in greeting, getting into Daryan’s car before the stray reporters find them. Klavier is clutching his notebook and Daryan is curious. He doesn’t ask, though, because he knows Klavier will tell him anyway. When they pull into the garage, the first thing Klavier does is lean across, his lips skimming across Daryan’s jaw as he murmurs, “You rock that witness stand. It’s like your personal stage, isn’t it?” “Damn right it is,” Daryan turns his face to Klavier’s, close enough to kiss even though he doesn’t lean in for it. Making an impatient sound at the back of his throat, Klavier pulls away. “We should get inside, ja?” They only make it as far as the couch before Klavier pulls him down, fingers wrapped around Daryan’s wrists. Klavier hums into their kiss, smiling as he holds his notebook up. “I wrote a song about you.” “Me?” Daryan asks, raising an eyebrow. He takes the notebook out of Klavier’s hands, not bothering to fix the fact that they’re lying on top of each other on the couch. “Let’s see it, then.” “You won’t miss it,” Klavier tells him, wrapping a leg around Daryan’s hips. It’s true. Daryan flips through a few more pages and snorts loudly. “Man, are you serious? My boyfriend is the prosecution’s witness?” Klavier simply smiles, “Have to keep the fans happy, don’t we?” “There’s a difference between giving them some fanservice and being fuckin’ obvious, right?” Daryan’s still grinning, so Klavier decides to take this as a sign that he doesn’t really mind. Especially when Daryan then kisses down his neck. “Read the lyrics.” Daryan pulls away so he can do just that, but he keeps a hand splayed across Klavier’s stomach, fingers stroking across the warm skin absently as he reads. Klavier hums under his breath, to give Daryan an idea of the tune he’s going for and Daryan nods his head in time, mouthing the lyrics. “What do you think?” “I like, man,” Daryan grins, then looks up, “just maybe don’t make it so obvious it’s me? That line about a shark-like grin just ain’t that subtle, you know?” “I guess so.” “And uh, in the second verse? I mean, I don’t mind hearing how good I look, but…” Klavier chuckles. “Oh, that is entirely your fault. You wouldn’t stop staring at me.” Daryan laughs. He’s read forum posts where people have wondered how Klavier can handle the way Daryan looks at him sometimes. Truth is, he really can’t. All it takes is one good look and here they are, legs wrapped around each other on Daryan’s couch. Klavier rocks his hips upward and Daryan swears in a low voice, shutting the notebook with a loud snap and throws it onto the coffee table. Klavier grins, wrapping his arms around Daryan and pulling him down into a rough kiss. • The rest of the band sees the third draft of the song, after Daryan and Klavier go over the lyrics and make it a lot less obvious who they’re actually about. Still, Klavier insists on keeping the name, and the moment he mentions it at their band meeting, the other three members smirk and look at Daryan. It really doesn’t help that in the time that’s passed, Daryan’s been up on the witness stand several more times—and most of these times, Klavier had been the prosecutor. Daryan leans back in his chair and raises an eyebrow at them, hoping it will make up for the colour in his cheeks. “Seriously,” Matt, the drummer, smirks at them, “are you guys getting married yet?” “Shut the fuck up, man,” Daryan grumbles, kicking the leg of his chair. “I like it,” says Tomas, their keyboardist. He taps his pen against his notepad in the same rhythm Daryan had written for the song. “I’ve got an idea for the music in the intro.” “Great,” Klavier smiles brilliantly. “To the studio then, ja?” The song is easy to work on, and all five of them know to appreciate the ones that just seem to fit together like magic. They work a good drum beat out and the rest falls in place from there. They’ve got a demo in a couple of days and they’re ready to release the single in a week; Klavier delays it for an extra week because of his nit-picking. Daryan only allows him to because it gives him a reason to complain. The Gavinners’ fame is already at the point where they don’t even need an entire studio album to get attention. They’re asked to hold a small concert and it’s their first chance to play My Boyfriend is the Prosecution’s Witness live, so they take it. The fan forums are wild with talk about how it’ll sound live. There are people betting that Klavier and Daryan are going to use the concert to come out in public. Daryan finds this endlessly amusing, and Klavier has an idea. Fanservice, he mouths at Daryan during the opening beats of the song. Daryan smirks at him from across the stage, eager and wicked. It’s not the first time they’ve done this on-stage, playing guitar back-to-back, sharing a microphone for the chorus, leaning their heads against each other. It is, however, the best reception it’s ever gotten from the audience, paired with the music, letting hundreds of fan’s imaginations wander. “I can’t tell,” Daryan mutters between kisses when they’re back in their dressing room after the performance, “whether that was the hottest thing we’ve ever done on stage or the dumbest.” “Hottest,” Klavier gasps, hands in Daryan’s hair. “You and that solo, Daryan…” “Heh,” Daryan licks his lips, remembering the way Klavier’s voice had been a touch hoarser than normal when he’d started singing again. “You know what? This actually makes those hours I spent in court being bored out of my brain actually worth it.” “Oh Daryan,” Klavier smirks, tracing his boyfriend’s lips with his fingers. “I always make it worth it.”

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Comments

This is love...

[pearls1975.livejournal.com]

I love your Klavier/Daryan fics! I love how you incorporated that song into a fic! When I first heard that title, I thought, Is he talking about Daryan?

Re: This is love...

[kiyala.livejournal.com]

Thank you! :D Glad you liked ♥