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It was the middle of the afternoon on a random Tuesday and for the first time in a very long time, Klavier was bored. Bored out of his mind, in fact. This was mostly due to the fact that he was supposed to be on vacation. He wasn't, nor did he want to be, but Herr Edgeworth had insisted he take some time off 'lest he work himself into an early grave'. Whatever that was supposed to mean. He had argued with his boss in a way only he and a few select others could get away with while still keeping their heads attached to their shoulders and eventually, he had whittled Edgeworth's original proposal of a week's vacation down to just three days. It was now day two of those three days and Klavier had just about lost his mind with boredom already. It hadn't helped that Apollo was working a case of his own and the final day of the trial had been today, meaning he'd been at the Wright Anything Agency all night last night and Klavier had barely heard from him. He wasn't upset with him, of course. He knew all too well how all-consuming their jobs could become. But it just meant that he was, in case you had forgotten, bored. He'd been lounging on the couch since midday, mindlessly channel flicking while half-heartedly churning a melody around in his head in the hopes it might inspire him to turn it into something more, when suddenly his phone buzzed. Klavier almost jumped right off the couch in his rush to grab it off the coffee table and read the message.
Trials just wrapping up now and we're heading to Eldoon's to celebrate, in case you want to join us x
Klavier smiled as he read the message. Then, before he could respond another one pinged through.
And before you ask, yes I won and no Prosecutor Blackquill hasn't murdered me... yet
Klavier's smiled widened into a grin as he typed back a response.
Be there asap x
Then with more energy than he'd felt all day, he leapt off the couch, pulled on some slightly more respectable clothes- he figured there would probably be a few raised eyebrows if he turned up in nothing but a silk robe- threw his hair up into a bun, grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Normally, there would be another twenty steps at least to his routine before he dared step outside. But, this was different. He never felt the need to overdress for Apollo- and, by extension, the Wright Anything Agency family. And in any case, all he wanted was to get himself into Apollo's arms as soon as humanly possible. Mostly so he could drag the other man home and into bed as soon as possible too.
By the time he arrived at the usual noodle stand, the rest of the Wright Anything Agency were already crowded around and in high spirits. His eyes instantly zeroed in on Apollo and he couldn't help the smile that split across his lips at the sight of him, cheeks flushed and laughter loud as Trucy finished performing what Klavier was certain had been another show-stopping magic trick. Herr Wright and Athena both cheered and applauded as the young magician took a bow. But, just as Klavier made to join them, he found himself stopping short. There was a fifth person at the food stand with them, sitting a little off to the side but still very much part of the group. It wasn't completely unheard of for other's to join in on the Wright Anything Agency post-case celebrations; sometimes it was the defendant themselves, while other times Herr Edgeworth or one of Herr Wright's old friends would stop by. But the additional person today was someone different, and someone entirely unexpected- Prosecutor Simon Blackquill. Klavier knew Apollo had been up against him for this case, so it wasn't totally strange that he had been invited along. What shocked Klavier more was that he had accepted the invitation, and seemed to be enjoying himself. He sat a little apart from the group, his eyes dancing as he watched them and a small smile resting on his lips.
Klavier took two more steps forward before stopping again. His gaze hadn't moved from Simon's face. And he had noticed that Simon's gaze hadn't moved from whatever he was looking at either. Klavier narrowed his eyes, suspicions rising. He followed Simon's line of sight and found himself looking at Apollo. Well, more specifically, Apollo's ass. Klavier involuntarily bit at his lip; those dress pants truly did wonders for Apollo's backside. Then, he blinked. His eyes flicked quickly back over to Simon. His gaze still hadn't wandered.
Simon Blackquill was staring, quite blatantly in fact, at Apollo's ass.
He studied Simon's features, noticing now how his lips were pulled into more of a smirk than a true smile. How his eyes danced not with humor but with desire, bordering on all-out lust. How his usually pale complexion was dusted with the lightest of blushes. And how, very subtly, he sat with his arms crossed conveniently over his lap.
Klavier smirked as he started his way towards the group again, thinking back on all the times he had caught Simon staring at him in the office when the other clearly thought Klavier wasn't looking. He had often jokingly flirted with the other prosecutor both in the office and the courthouse. Simon had always seemed a little reluctant to flirt back, but seemed to enjoy Klavier's attentions nonetheless.
"Hallo!" Klavier called out cheerily, having to choke back a laugh at the way Simon jumped at the sound of his voice. Klavier winked at him.
"Hey, Klav," Apollo smiled, instantly wrapping his arms around Klavier's neck and pulling him down for a kiss as soon as he was close enough.
"Sorry to break up the party, but I've come to steal my boyfriend back," Klavier sighed dramatically as he turned to face the rest of the group.
"Boo!" Trucy giggled, "no fair, I was just about to get him to volunteer for my 'sawing people into fifths' trick,"
"Fifths?!" Apollo squeaked, his voice coming out even louder than normal. Everyone but Klavier- and interestingly enough, Simon- winced.
"Ach, I do apologise Fräulein Wright," Klavier bowed his head, "I'm sure there will be other opportunities for you to chop your brother into little pieces in the near future,"
Apollo let out an indignant sound as Trucy laughed and Klavier grinned. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Simon watching them both intently.
"Well, we'd best be going," Klavier slipped his arm around Apollo's waist, pulling him closer, "Fräulein Wright, Fräulein Cykes,"
Trucy and Athena waved to them happily.
"Herr Wright," Klavier nodded towards Apollo's boss, who nodded back in response, a smile on his lips.
"Make good choices, Apollo," Wright teased lightly and Apollo went a lovely shade of red.
"Herr Samurai," Klavier dropped his voice a little lower as he turned towards Simon, who seemed surprised to be addressed.
"Goldilocks," Simon smirked in response and Klavier grinned mischievously before blowing him a kiss. He could still hear Simon's spluttering even as he and Apollo turned and walked down the street.
He let Apollo talk his ear off about the case he had just wrapped up as they made their way back towards Klavier's apartment. He loved listening to his voice; he was pretty sure he could listen to Apollo talk for hours on end and never get bored. But, as soon as they were through the front door, he barely gave Apollo a second to breathe before pushing him up against the wall and claiming his lips. Apollo let out a surprised squeak before instantly melting, his hands fisting into the back of Klavier's shirt as he kissed him back hungrily. Klavier's hands came up to frame Apollo's cheeks, gently massaging the base of Apollo's jaw to encourage his lips to part and allow Klavier's tongue inside. Apollo obliged him instantly, not even bothering to try and stop the moan that tumbled from his lips and went straight down Klavier's throat.
"I've missed you," Klavier mumbled against Apollo's lips.
"You saw me yesterday," Apollo chuckled, pulling back slightly and looking into Klavier's eyes.
"Exactly, ages ago," Klavier sighed, pulling Apollo back into the kiss.
"Well, the case is over now. So I'm all yours again," Apollo managed to say in between kisses, his hands coming up to rest on Klavier's shoulders.
"All mine indeed," Klavier chuckled, pulling back and raising a teasing eyebrow at Apollo.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Apollo frowned, confused.
"He was staring at you, you know?" Klavier's grin turned wolfish as he leaned down over Apollo.
"W-What?" Apollo spluttered, a pretty blush instantly blooming across his cheeks.
"Earlier, at Eldoon's. He was seriously checking you out," Klavier teased, his breath brushing past Apollo's cheek.
"Blackquill was not checking me out," Apollo huffed, turning his head away.
"I never said I was talking about Blackquill," Klavier pointed out and Apollo let out a small squeak, his eyes growing wide as he realised he'd been caught out, "so you did notice, then?"
"I... may have clocked it once or twice," Apollo admitted sheepishly, ducking his head in embarrassment.
"You were blushing like a schoolgirl. Kinda like you are now, actually," Klavier hooked a finger under Apollo's chin and gently pulled up so their eyes met again.
"He was barely a few feet away from me and trying to undress me with his eyes, Klav. It was a bit hard not to," Apollo looked up at him defiantly, but the heat under Klavier's fingertips as he cupped Apollo's cheek was a dead giveaway. His other hand gripped onto Apollo's hip, a little possessively.
"Look at you, enjoying the attentions of other men," Klavier chuckled, pushing Apollo more firmly against the wall.
"You're hardly one to talk," Apollo scoffed, his smile negating any harshness in his words.
"So, I take it you were not opposed to his staring?" Klavier asked, a little gentler. The unspoken meaning behind his words clear.
"I... certainly didn't have any objections. Did you?" Apollo asked in response, his tone also taking on a more serious note.
"Not even slightly. Be a bit hypocritical of me if I did, given the number of times I've caught him staring at my ass," Klavier dipped his head and kissed Apollo's cheek.
"Interesting bit of testimony there, Mr. Prosecutor," Apollo lilted, his grin widening.
"Isn't it just?" Klavier smirked conspiratorially at him, "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"You want to try and break him first? Or shall I?" Apollo asked, his breath catching as Klavier leaned in closer.
"Oh, schatz," Klavier purred into Apollo's ear, making the shorter man shiver, "I have an even better idea,"
-A few days later-
There were two things that Apollo knew to be certain about the world. The first was that no matter how hard anyone may try and hide it, the truth would always find its way to the light eventually. The second- and significantly less philosophical point- was that Klavier's office was nowhere near as soundproof as he had first believed it to be. This had led to some rather awkward encounters, as well as plenty of people refusing to meet his nor Klavier's eye if they accidently bumped into them in the endless hallway's of the Prosecutor's Building. Because Klavier had something of a... thing for Apollo's inability to stay quiet during sex and Apollo was hardly going to deny his gorgeous boyfriend anything he wanted, was he? In any case, right now Apollo considered both his instinctive Chords Of Steel and the lack of soundproofing in this office to be a blessing rather than a curse for once. It was, after all, integral to their plan. A plan that presently involved Apollo being on his knees in front of Klavier, both of their clothes rumpled and hair ruined, as he tugged insistently on the chain that served as Klavier's belt.
"Someone's feeling impatient," Klavier's voice lilted above him and it took all of Apollo's willpower to not just rip the seams of Klavier's pants in response. Cocky bastard.
"That's rich, coming from you," Apollo huffed, smoothly unhooking the belt and pulling Klavier's pants down his thighs.
"Soon I'll be coming for you," Klavier grinned, clearly proud of that particular joke.
"Shut up, Klavier," Apollo rolled his eyes, smirking as he took Klavier's cock into his hand.
"I don't-" the rest of whatever he had been going to say died on his lips, dissolving into a sharp gasp as Apollo gently rubbed his thumb over the slit and smiled innocently up at him.
"What was that?" Apollo teased, unable to help himself; he always had to get the last word in.
"N-Nothing," Klavier stuttered out breathlessly, blinking down at Apollo through long lashes. Apollo always thought he looked so pretty like that, dazed and panting, all because of him.
"Good boy," Apollo purred, slowly pumping his hand up and down. Klavier, predictably, melted above him, barely holding himself upright as he dug his nails into the top of those stupid speakers Klavier insisted were supposed to be his desk.
"Fuck..." Klavier whispered, swallowing hard.
"That's the idea," Apollo quipped before licking slowly along the underside of Klavier's hard cock, causing him to mutter a string of curses under his breath. Apollo pulled back and smirked up at him. Any illusion of control Klavier may have still been holding onto disappeared in an instant.
"Apollo..." Klavier breathed out, his hips rolling forwards.
"Louder," Apollo instructed, gently squeezing Klavier's cock in his hand, "I want him to hear you,"
That was, after all, the whole point of this; yes, because it took very little convincing for either of them to jump into each other's pants, but it was more because of the man they knew was currently sitting in his office right next door. It was clear that Simon wanted them, his wandering eyes and borderline flirting with both of them had confirmed that pretty quickly. Now they wanted him to know that they wanted him too, right in between them. And surely, what better way to let him know than to fuck right next door and make sure he heard it? Well, maybe there were slightly better ways of going about it... but this was decidedly more fun.
Klavier could do nothing but groan in response, his head tilting back. Satisfied with the mush he had turned Klavier into, Apollo dipped his head again and took his cock into his mouth. Klavier gasped, his nails digging harder into the desk as Apollo's tongue curled around him. He muttered something that Apollo wasn't even going to try to understand- maybe it was English, maybe German, maybe something somewhere in between- as his mouth glided slowly downwards. He relished in the taste that exploded over his tongue, gently lapping as Klavier fell apart above him. Suddenly, he felt the tip of Klavier's shoe wedge itself between his legs and he moaned around Klavier's cock, grinding down shamelessly as Klavier's legs started to shake.
"Gott," Klavier muttered breathlessly, "I want him so badly. I want him to pick me up and throw me against a wall. I want to know what his cock feels like inside me,"
Apollo moaned again, his eyes briefly rolling into the back of his head before he pulled himself off Klavier's cock and stood up.
"I want to watch him fill you up, his hand around my cock as you grind back against him," Apollo grinned, shimmying out of his own pants and underwear and watching as Klavier turned around and reached into the draw that seemed to be used almost exclusively to store lube these days. Apollo had no idea what it had originally stored before he and Klavier had gotten together.
Apollo plucked the bottle from his hands and squeezed some onto his fingers. Slowly, teasingly, he ran them around the edge of Klavier's hole before gently pushing one finger inside. Klavier leaned his chest forwards, sprawling himself across the desk as he rocked his hips back against Apollo's hand.
"Fuck, Apollo," Klavier gasped, eyes closed as Apollo slid in another finger and worked him open.
"You're fucking gorgeous like this, so desperate for me," Apollo smirked as Klavier keened, his hips bucking and burying Apollo's fingers deeper.
"Apollo, bitte..." Klavier pleaded, his long braid fraying at the edges as it fell down his back, strands of golden hair sprayed across the soft fabric of his shirt.
"As you wish," Apollo lilted, pulling his fingers out of Klavier, who almost collapsed on the spot. Instead, he threw a leg up over the edge of the desk, as Apollo deftly ripped open a condom wrapper. Apollo bit his lip as he moved closer, hands gripping onto Klavier's hips once he was ready.
"I want you to make sure he hears you," he whispered as he leaned over Klavier before gently pushing his cock into him.
Klavier, as always, did exactly what he was told.
-Roughly five minutes earlier-
Simon thought he must be going mad. He figured he had been slowly going mad for the past week, actually. It was the only explanation he had for what had been happening to him. Because, as far as he could tell, Klavier Gavin- fellow prosecutor, internationally famous rockstar, and the man whose office was directly next to his own- had doubled down on his efforts to flirt with him. Or at least, that was what it seemed like to Simon. Which was why he thought he was losing it, because there was no way Klavier was actually, intentionally trying to seduce him... was there? Arguably even worse than that though was that Apollo Justice had also been flirting with him, mostly across the courtroom during their most recent shared cases together, for about the same length of time. The coincidental timing of it all was not lost on Simon. Part of him had relished in their attentions, enjoying Klavier's cool compliments and tight leather pants just as much as Apollo's snappy wit and wandering eyes. The other, slightly more rational, part of his brain was hugely suspicious.
Klavier and Apollo had something of a... reputation, to put it lightly. He had seen them pull this trick before, a number of times actually; turning their joint attentions on one person in particular, until they almost melted into the floor at the mere sight of either of them. But to think that he was the current object of their affections, it was enough to make his head spin. And his body ache with want. He found them both incredibly attractive, that was something he had never denied even to himself. But he had never been sure whether to approach them or not, instead simply settling with the safest policy of 'look, don't touch'. They were still his co-workers, after all. But now, it seemed his fortunes were changing. The only question was, what the hell was he going to do about it?
Nothing, he decided. Simon was going to do nothing at all about it. If Klavier and Apollo wanted something from him, he was going to draw it out of them. And enjoy every second of it in the mean time. That lasted for all of about three days...
He had been sitting at his desk in his office, minding his own business and definitely focusing on his work, when he'd suddenly heard the most unexpected sound from the office to his right. It was the Prosecutor Building's worst kept secret that Klavier's office was not as soundproof as the prosecutor boasted it to be. Simon had previously mostly blocked out any noise coming from the other side of the wall, leftover instincts from the clink kicking in before his brain even had the chance to recognise the sounds. But, for some reason, this time was different.
This time, his brain didn't even try to step in to prevent him from hearing the utterly obscene moan that seeped through the wall he shared with Klavier. Simon paused, his pen stilling mid-sentence. He narrowed his eyes and focused, certain he must have been imagining things. Then, the noise came again. And it wasn't just one voice now, but two, moaning together in erotic harmony.
Simon bit his lip. He shouldn't listen. He knew he shouldn't. He should tune it out and return his focus to the important paperwork on his desk like the professional he was. That's what he should do. To his credit, he almost did. But just as his mind balanced on the edge- in that state between switching focuses- he heard something else, something he couldn't have ignored even if he had wanted to.
"Simon,"
It was Klavier who said it first, Simon was certain of it. His name tumbled from the other prosecutor's lips in a desperate cry, the syllables ringing with want and pleasure.
"Simon, please,"
That was Apollo this time. His voice rougher, lower in pitch and overflowing with desire.
Simon turned in his chair to stare at the wall, as if he might see the pair right there next to him. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt sweat begin to collect on the back of his neck. He swallowed hard, the realisation dawning on him; Klavier and Apollo were fucking in Klavier's office, right next door... and they were both moaning his name. Was it deliberate? Were they doing all this just so he would hear them? Had they thought about him like this before? Had either of them ever wondered what he would feel like pressed up against them? How he would sound with their names on his lips? Did they fantasize about his body between them, warm and wanting, as their hands gripped his hair and clawed down his back? What it would feel like to sink their teeth into his neck? Had they ever thought about how it would feel to wrap their fingers, or even their tongues, around his-
Simon moaned before he could think to stop himself. He wasn't quite sure exactly when it had happened, but his hips bucked instinctively as his fingers wrapped slowly around his cock as he freed it from the increasingly uncomfortable restrictions of his pants. He could still hear Klavier and Apollo, their pleading for both him and each other becoming more insistent with every breath. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting their muffled sounds of pleasure wash over him as he thumbed the head of his cock.
"Fuck," Simon groaned, his imagination running wild as he pumped his hand up and down.
He pictured Apollo on his knees with his fingers around his cock, a confident smirk on his lips as he looked up at him, clearly enjoying the way he could make Simon moan at the slightest touch. Klavier would be beside him, his hands curling into Simon's long hair and trailing kisses down his neck, the feeling searing into Simon's flesh. Maybe Klavier would gently bite down, forcing another moan from Simon's lips. Or maybe Apollo would reach up and cup his balls, his hands warm and firm. Then they would look at each other, their eyes full of lust and desire, before turning their gazes back to him. Klavier's hands running up his chest as Apollo's lips wrapped around his cock, hot and wet as he swallowed him to the hilt.
"Oh, Apollo! Simon... gott," Klavier cried, his voice barely muffled by the wall between them.
"Fuck Klavier... yes, right there, please Simon please," Apollo keened loudly.
Simon's vision went white as he came, Apollo and Klavier's names ringing on his lips as he arched his back and curled his toes inside his boots. His orgasm rippled through him in waves, crashing down over his skin and stealing the breath from his lungs.
His heavy, gasping breaths filled the room as he slowly came back down from orbit. Surrounded by the warm bubble of his afterglow, he almost missed the sound of his phone vibrating against his desk. Languidly, he reached out and grabbed it, his eyebrows raising slightly when he saw who the message had come from- Klavier himself.
I hope you enjoyed the show Herr Samurai, it was all for you after all ;)
Simon felt his heart skip as he read the message again, the words sinking in. He suddenly felt very, very aware of what it was he had just done. And at work, so less. Hurriedly, he tucked himself into his underwear and pulled up his pants as he typed out a response before he lost his nerve.
I certainly did enjoy your performance... I never knew two people could make so much delightful noise together
He bit his lip as he pressed send, straining to try and hear anything further through the walls. Only a few seconds later, his phone buzzed again. But this time, it was a message from Apollo.
You're not so quiet yourself, Blackquill. If you enjoyed the show so much, how about you join us next time?
Simon didn't often blush, but even he couldn't deny the heat that rose to his cheeks as he read that message. He stared at his phone, trying to think of how to respond. He wanted to say yes with every inch of his being. He wanted to be between them, both of their attentions fully on him as he allowed himself to give in to their every touch. He wanted Klavier's mouth on his body and Apollo's hands in his hair. He wanted to feel their bare skin against his own. He wanted, he wanted.
"Bloody hell..." Simon muttered to himself, taken aback by his own desperation for them.
He hadn't realised how much they had affected him until now. But now he was faced with it, he didn't know how to put it into words. How could he condense everything he felt into a single text message, without sounding like he was begging? Clearly, he was taking too long to respond because a few seconds later, his phone buzzed again with a message from Klavier.
Stop overthinking and just say yes, bitte? <3
And suddenly, all his fears melted away. He allowed himself a smile as he typed out his response.
It would be my pleasure...
He let out a heavy exhale as he put his phone back down on his desk. This was stupid, idiotic even. These people were his co-workers, for goodness sake! Surely this couldn't be even a remotely good idea.
See you tonight, then? Xx
Came Klavier's response. Simon found himself grateful that he was already sitting down, otherwise he was certain his knees would have given way in an instant. He didn't even have to think this time before typing out his reply.
I look forward to it ;)