Necessary Evil

Chapter 1

Apollo's lips tightened around Klavier's swollen cock, small rivulets of slick spit sliding down his shaft. He took more of it down his silken throat, sucking it slowly and deliciously. His gaze drifted up to meet Klavier's, his wild brown eyes saturated with glowing lust. Klavier watched Apollo's every movement through the glass top of his desk, from the way his head bobbed on his cock to the way his hips writhed in an effort to sate his own arousal. He placed one hand on the back of Apollo's head, and gently thrust into his warm, wet mouth. He watched his cock disappear between those flushed, pink lips and groaned.

In his heart, Klavier knew this was wrong.

But it felt so damn right.

Apollo started to suck in earnest, twisting his tongue around the shaft as well he could. His head twisted with each movement forward, his lips having to stretch around Klavier’s girth. His head fell back on his seat as he moaned, the sensations wrapping around him pure ecstasy. He was on the brink of desperation, his fingers grasping as his body tensed. With one final, hard thrust of his hips Klavier came down Apollo’s throat.

As Klavier calmed his breathing enough, he shifted in his chair. “Fuck.” The now cooling evidence of his enthusiasm stuck to his hands, stomach, and, much to his dismay, the underside of his desk. “Not again.” He groaned as he tried to shake himself out of the afterglow of his fantasy. I really need to pay the cleaning lady more, he thought as he wiped away what he could with a tissue. Things were starting to get out of control.

Klavier Gavin was not normally such an excitable person. It wasn't that he lacked sexual voracity. No, no, no. You couldn't get very far in the music business without gaining some form of reputation, and with a reputation came a certain degree of insatiable lust. The difference with Klavier Gavin was that usually he was able to restrict such desires to only the most opportune of situations. He was not one to overindulge in flights of sexual fantasy. However, at least three times a day for a month straight, he had been plagued by sudden, violent urges. Fantasies all revolving around one man: Apollo Justice.

The peculiar thing about the entire situation was that the urges came without any provocation. He could be typing a report, playing his guitar, cooking dinner, or even just sitting thinking about nothing, and out of the blue he would just start to wonder what it would be like if he shoved Apollo over the counter just like that and fucked him hard and raw. And Klavier couldn't seem to keep himself from abandoning whatever task to indulge himself, his hands creeping as if by instinct into his pants.

He had to give himself some credit, though. He had met Apollo at least a two months ago, which meant that it took an entire month for his mild attraction to the man to transform into borderline obsession. At least he knew how to pace himself.

Klavier thought about picking up his guitar and playing a bit, just to clear his mind, but decided against it when he remembered the last time he had tried that. It had lead to a 2 hour diversion that used up the last of his lube. He was certainly not going to risk buying any more. Apollo's ass poised in the air, waiting as Klavier poured some oil on his fingers...

He swallowed hard, shaking his head. He had to put an end to this. Had to figure out what the hell had started this madness, and how to get it to stop.

Klavier was in the middle of wiping off his desk for the second time when the thought struck him. It had been a month since the fantasies had started. He remembered the exact date. July 15th. Five days after Daryan, his band-mate, was found guilty of murder. Five days after Apollo Justice beat him in court for the second time in the most stunning turnaround he had ever seen in his entire career.

July 15th was also the first day that Klavier visited his brother, Kristoph, in jail. It wasn't a task that he looked forward to by any means. When they were younger, Kristoph and he had been very close, even frighteningly so. Despite their difference in age, they were often mistaken for twins. But when Kristoph went to France to study law, distance was not the only thing that changed their relationship. Something had changed Kristoph in his years abroad. When he arrived home Klavier noticed his wicked ways first hand. Those were days he'd much rather forget.

He knew Kristoph must have done something to him that day when he arrived at the prison. Klavier was well aware that it was dangerous for him to go near his brother, but he went anyways. There were things he had needed to say to him. Ties to break. Needless to say it hadn't ended well.

See, ever since the day Kristoph returned he had grown an uncanny ability to control people. Their will, their desires, even their actions. Most people overcame it fairly easily as long as they had enough willpower. But when it came to Klavier, no matter how much will he could muster he could not resist him. Maybe it was simply because of their shared blood. Maybe it was because of how well Kristoph knew him. Or maybe, just maybe, it was because deep down Klavier still loved him and forgave him despite everything.

The thought of it made him sick. He should have lost his love for his brother the moment he came off that plane. He should have, but he couldn't. He couldn't help but think there might be a way to save him. To rescue the brother he adored from the man, no, the demon he had become.

And now he was definitely sure that his visit to the prison had been a mistake.


A/N - Sorry it's taking me so long to write this, folks. Things should start moving a little faster, since I nearly have chapter 2 finished. Please keep in mind that I'll likely be editing this chapter one more time at least. Reviews and loves and critiwues are much appreciated :3! Thanks for readin, yo!