Ace Attorney, its characters and settings, are property of Capcom, and are being used here without permission. This fic is rated NC-17. Written for gefrierpunkt for Valentines Day, 2007.
Occupational Hazard 2
Oneshot
To say that Gant had kept an eye on the latest addition to their district was an understatement.
He kept two, whenever he could. A new prosecutor was interesting enough, without it being a man like Manfred von Karma. Gant himself had a flair for the dramatic, so he couldn't find fault in their new hire's extravagant taste in wardrobe. It was his mannerism that caught his attention. For having only been in the states for a few weeks he spoke near perfect English, and he ordered the police about as if he'd held the authority to do so for years. And no one complained--the very idea of someone doing so had already become a joke in the station, a challenge shared among the cadets.
Just try to cross von Karma. I dare you.
They would probably be shocked to know that their own officer Damon Gant had long since crossed the indomitable Manfred von Karma a number of times by now. In a variety of positions.
Today's particular liaison was taking place in the Chief Prosecutor's executive washroom, to which Karma had stolen the keys earlier that afternoon. They would be returned before being missed, naturally, as he was far too calculating to leave any trace of misconduct behind. Gant had to admit, he greatly appreciated his latest partner's tact and professionalism.
Of course, any sense of composure Karma usually kept had been thrown out the window at this point. With his back pressed up against the bathroom stall, his trim blue suit splayed open and pants around his ankles, he was hardly recognizable as the terrifying prosecutor that had taken the L.A. legal world by the balls. His shoulder length hair--a platinum blonde pale enough to be pure white--stuck to the sweat on his cheeks and neck, so far removed from the immaculate style he usually kept it in. One foot braced on the toilet, the other the opposite wall of the stall, Karma grunted and shuddered with each thrust of Gant's body into his.
Gant clenched his jaw against a thick groan of pleasure. He had always delighted in expressions of power, and the conquering of the young perfectionist was an especially sweet triumph. His own tanned skin was beaded with sweat as his hips pumped, hard and fast, against Karma's tight, perfect ass. It had taken only a few well placed glances, a smirk and a tilt of his head, to invite them into this delightfully compromising position. Which didn’t necessarily mean it had been an easy seduction, just…simple. Uncomplicated, and brilliant, leading to the best goddamn sex Gant had ever had.
Gant's gloved hands dug harder into Karma's hips as his fervor increased even further. "I think…you should appear…in court, like this," he huffed teasingly. By now he was so hard it felt as if his entire body were throbbing with lust.
"Don't you dare come in me," Karma hissed his reply. His carefully manicured nails bit into Gant's shoulders through the rough material of his faded overcoat.
Gant chuckled, a deep, throaty laughter that was almost a moan. "Then…I'd better stop."
He gave Karma one last good thrust, shoving them together so hard Karma arched his back with a strained murmur of appreciation. Once he was sure his partner was half senseless Gant finally pulled out. They shifted, trying to remain properly supported as Gant diverted one leather-coated hand to Karma's stiff erection.
Karma twisted one arm around Gant's shoulders, precariously balanced as he reached down to return the favor. Gasping and shivering in the heat of the enclosed space, they tortured each other with long, firm strokes, each determined to finish the other first. Gant's brow furrowed; Karma's cold fingers were especially clever that afternoon, squeezing just at the right time to drive him mad. As much as he hated it, his body gave a shudder of resignation; growling through tightly clenched teeth, he thrust against Karma's hand with his orgasm.
Hard, hot breath hit his ear a moment later as Karma found his own release. Each only took a few seconds to regain their breath before glancing around, making sure neither had been careless enough to stain the other's clothing. At long last Gant lowered Karma enough for his feet to hit the floor.
As soon as his legs were properly beneath him Karma shoved Gant away. There wasn't much room to maneuver but he managed to slide past the larger man and out the door. He tugged his pants back up as he moved to the sink. He didn't speak a word, but then, post-coital appreciation didn't seem to be a habit of his anyway.
Gant reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a handy sanitation wipe to clean off with. He listened to Karma turn on the sink as he tucked himself into his pants, zipped up, and at last emerged.
"Perfect," he purred, coming up behind Karma. He set his hands on the man's shoulders and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek sarcastically, if such a thing were possible. "As always."
Karma grunted but didn't try to shrug him off. He finished buttoning his suit and used some of the sink water to slick his hair back, gradually erasing any sign of their encounter. "Of course."
Gant smirked. He rubbed Karma's shoulders as he watched his progress through the sleek bathroom mirror. "Oh Manny. When are you going to finally come over? I could take such good care of you in a proper bed."
"We can't afford to be caught," Karma snipped, straightening his jabot. His lip quirked in a bitter smirk. "Besides, I wouldn't want you to become too attached."
"Too attached?" Gant chuckled, his hands sliding lower to give Karma's waist a squeeze. "Don't be silly."
Karma's gaze flickered to him through the mirror, and after a moment he twisted within Gant's hold. His hands in thick black hair tugged Gant down enough for him to press a hard, hungry kiss to his broad mouth. His lips were demanding in their pressure and his tongue a shameless invader.
Gant shivered despite himself. His arms twisted and tightened around Karma's back to keep them tightly pressed for the duration of the kiss. Feeling Karma rise slightly to meet him, the warm contact of their taut bodies--it was a cruel kind of passion, this strange connection they shared. It fueled Gant with a desire he rarely felt with any other woman or man.
Karma pulled back slowly, hesitating with a slight distance between them. Not ready yet to let him go Gant tugged him into another kiss, more insistent than the last. Despite having spent his strength in full only a few moments ago his arms were tight and almost too anxious around the body they held. It wasn't until they separated again and Gant found himself short of breath that he understood.
A cool, venomous smirk. Karma eased Gant away from him so he could dab his mouth with a handkerchief before turning towards the door. "Like I said."
Gant frowned sharply, but he knew any retort would only increase Karma's sense of self importance. The prosecutor had made his point. He kept his jaw tightly clenched, two keen eyes on Karma's back as he left the washroom ahead of him.