- Rating: Adult | Explicit | 18+ only
- Warnings: explicit sexual content, boss/employee relationship
- Genre: missing scene, angst
- Pairing: krispollo
summary: After the catastrophe of his first trial Apollo Justice struggles with feelings of betrayal with regard to both his idol Phoenix Wright, and his mentor. Under questioning by the police about the time of the murder, he tries not to remember where he was when Mr. Kristoph Gavin came home that night.
April 20, 4:40 PM
Apollo Justice felt dirty. Like he’d been used for something obscene– a perversion of justice. Mr. Wright had asked Apollo to be his defense attorney– but what he’d used him for was a pawn to manipulate the courtroom and cast suspicion on Mr. Gavin.
He shook like a leaf when he watched Phoenix Wright disappear from the courtroom lobby. He stared down at his fists and wished that he had punched the man harder.
He couldn’t believe it. He felt distant from the world, as if everything were far away and happening in a dream that only tangentially included him.
Until 20 minutes ago, Phoenix Wright had been his idol. Now Apollo just felt sick.
Phoenix had manipulated the court, basically perjured himself, stolen from a crime scene, and forced Apollo to present false evidence– all so that Apollo’s logic in the courtroom would lead to the arrest of Kirstoph Gavin. Apollo’s boss. Phoenix’s friend. Supposedly.
While it was happening around him.. the logic had seemed air tight. Obvious. Impossible to avoid. But now it slipped away like sand. It was like a magic trick.
If it was true, why would Mr. Wright need false evidence? If it was true, then why would Wright need to manipulate and steal to make people see the truth?
What if Mr. Gavin hadn’t done it? What if they found him guilty anyway, and it was all Apollo’s fault? Kristoph couldn’t have done it. Why would he have? Why kill this man he didn’t even know? Mr. Gavin would never kill someone! Would he?
Apollo yelped out loud when he felt a hand touch his shoulder as he sat miserably on the bench in the lobby. He looked up to find a detective grimacing down at him.
“Sorry, Mr. Justice. We’re going to need to ask you some questions about your boss.”
April 17th?, ???
“Sorry I’m late,” Kristoph said as he closed the door.
Apollo stirred from where he’d been dozing, draped across Mr. Gavin’s couch. Technically he had his own place– a small room in a boarding house in downtown LA– but more often than not he ended up spending the night with someone or other. Usually Clay, or more lately, his boss, Mr. Gavin.
“Mmmm?” he yawned and stretched, sitting up and smoothing his shirt. “It’s okay. I talked to Clay and watched TV for a while. What time is it?”
“Late enough. Or early, if you prefer.” Kristoph leaned around the edge of the door frame and smiled his angelic smile at him. But he looked tired, and his hair was out of place, and Apollo worried that he must have had a bad night. “I’m going to take a shower– would you like to join me?”
Apollo blushed and rubbed his face, trying to rub both the sleepiness and the embarrassment away, before he nodded. He practically tripped over himself getting up from the couch.
“Of course, if you’d like me too, sir,” he mumbled, straightening out as he headed over.
He heard the answer come from the bathroom, where Kristoph had already vanished. ” I’d love it. You can wash my back.”
Apollo had been in this… whatever kind of arrangement it was exactly… with his boss for several months now, and had never been told not to call him sir, or Mr. Gavin. At this point he felt like it would be weird to switch anyway.
When Apollo made his way to the bathroom, Mr. Gavin was already undressed, his handsome blue suit in a heap in the corner of the bathroom floor. Gavin stood there, naked, pale and perfect as always, with a cascade flood of blond curls down his back. He looked at Apollo with a smile as he put his fingers in the steaming hot water of the shower, testing it.
“You look a little tired, Mr. Gavin,” Apollo murmured, noticing the dark circles under his eyes, as well as his mussed hair. “Long day?”
He spread his hands in admission. “I was out to dinner, and things got a bit away from me, I’m afraid. But I’ll tell you about that tomorrow. I’d rather just forget it for tonight, if it’s all the same to you.”
“Anything you want, sir,” Apollo chuckled. “I’m hardly awake enough for a deep conversation, anyway.”
Kristoph grabbed his wrist and pulled him close to his warm, nude body for a moment. He kissed his neck, and Apollo felt a thrill go through him.
“Sorry to have woken you. But please, get undressed.”
Apollo happily obliged him, and let him pull him into the spacious, steam filled shower. True to his word, Apollo washed his boss’ back, feeling the tight, knotted muscles under the surface of his fair skin.
“You sure are tense,” he murmured.
“Forgive me,” was all Gavin said.
Apollo washed his hair too, and after that Kristoph pushed him up against the shower wall and kissed him, pinning him for a moment under his body. He yielded under the direction of the taller man, the steam, and heat, and ardor dizzying.
He let him turn off the shower, and drag him– still dripping wet– into the apartment’s handsome bedroom, and push him down on the big, carefully made bed. Mr. Gavin overshadowed him, and leaned down over him to steal long, sensuous kisses from his mouth, and kiss and bite at his throat.
He grabbed Apollo’s ankles and pushed his legs backwards, and Apollo felt the tense and pleasurable stretch in his muscles as he was bent double. Kristoph ground their hips together, rubbing his hard cock against Apollo’s both of them still hot and moist from the shower.
Leaning down over him, cock pressed against his thigh, ankles halfway down to his head, Kristoph pressed his cheek to Apollo’s and whispered in his ear.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you tonight, Apollo.”
Apollo swooned and shivered with his breath against his neck. He nodded eagerly. “Please fuck me tonight, Mr. Gavin.”
Kristoph smiled down at him, and traced his fingers over Apollo’s cheek and jaw. Apollo always felt safe when his boss touched him– cared for, and attended to.
“Good boy,” Gavin purred. He stole another kiss from his mouth and released his ankles. “Just a moment.”
A little preparation later, and then Apollo’s boss was inside of him, smiling beatifically down at him as his cock spread him open. Apollo squirmed and trembled in his arms, his eyelashes fluttering as the sensation of being filled sent a delicious heat through his body.
Kristoph licked his lips, luxuriating as he held his cock deep inside him for a moment, not a single bit of space between their bodies.
“You shake like a virgin, every time I fuck you, Apollo.” He looked down at him, hair falling over his eyes.
Apollo reached up and put his arms around his shoulders. “It just feels so good.”
The curve of Kristoph’s smile widened to show teeth, and he pressed two fingers into Apollo’s mouth, holding down his tongue and letting him suck on them as he started to fuck him. Apollo whimpered and suckled, rocking his hips desperately in rhythm with his boss’ smooth, sharp thrusts.
The moment glowed with the lingering heat of the shower, and their wet bodies pressed together, Apollo squirming and arching against him, the lust coiling in his belly like a spring as his boss hit the pleasurable spots inside him hard, again and again.
Kristoph’s breaths were as sharp as his thrusts and his wet hair bounced around his face as his pace grew faster and harder, fucking Apollo soundly into the bed, while he murmured obscenely to him. Good little boy, good job, you’re so good at taking my cock….
The little praises drove Apollo as wild as the fucking did, and he whimpered around his boss’ fingers, his whole body flushed and tense, growing tenser with every thrust, until he finally came, hard. Mr. Gavin held his hands down over his mouth, smothering Apollo’s loud moans as his cock twitched on his belly, and squirted hot jets of useless cum that smeared between them.
Apollo’s jerking and moaning in his orgasm seemed to throw his boss over the edge as well, because Mr. Gavin grunted and slammed his cock deeper, hard. Apollo could feel it thicken and twitch inside of him for a moment, and as he was still jerking from his own climax, he felt the slick issue of his boss’ cum dripping out of him over his thighs.
Apollo groaned, shivering and nuzzling at Kristoph’s fingers and sucking at the tips of them as they were withdrawn from his mouth. Mr. Gavin stood over him, breathing hard, and collecting himself for a moment, before he slid out of his ass, and collapsed next to him on the bed.
Apollo rolled over toward him, and Mr. Gavin’s slim, pale arms snatched out like snakes, gathering Apollo to his chest and cuddling him tightly.
“There,” Kristoph murmured quietly in his ear. “That’s all I have left in me for tonight, I’m afraid.”
“That’s okay, sir,” Apollo murmured. He nuzzled into his chest, and pulled the covers up over both of them and their mess. “Did I do alright?”
He kissed his cheek. “Beautifully, as always.”
Apollo fell asleep cradled in the warmth and glow of his boss’ tenderness.
The next day, Mr. Gavin had said he’d need Apollo to stay away from the apartment for the next few days. Not for any reason to do with him– but because he needed to do some cleaning. Apollo didn’t mind; he’d just stay with Clay for a while.
April 20, 5:50 pm
Apollo Justice sat in an interrogation room in the downtown precinct, with a pair of officers he’d never met before. They’d been asking him questions for the better part of an hour; mostly about Kristoph Gavin’s character, and his movements.
His hands were shaking, and his mouth felt dry.
“And where were you on the night of the murder?” the detective asked, glancing down at his papers.
“I don’t remember,” Apollo said. He felt the bile rising in his throat.
He was trying very hard not to remember.