King of Prosecutors

A/N-This started as a drabble like my other 3 phoenix wright stories but at the request of several people on y!gallery (where this was originally posted) I finished it. Hope you enjoy!
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Several heads turned to look at the candy apple red Ferrari that was gliding into the parking lot of the police precinct. The car pulled up to the front door and parked.

"Whoop!" A large man in a grubby trench coat and a bandage on his face came barreling out the front door nearly knocking several people over in the process. Miles Edgeworth stepped out of his car. The detective in the coat came to a stop before him.

"Hey Mr. Edgeworth!" he grinned stupidly and Miles groaned inwardly. "Got a message for ya from the Chief of Police, pal. Says he wants you to stop by the evidence storage room after the ceremony. Got some evidence for transferral apparently." Edgeworth sighed and nodded. The detective continued to stand there, a blank look on his face.

"Erm....thank you Detective Gumshoe. Inform Chief Gant that I'll take care of it." The young prosecutors' voice seemed to snap Gumshoe's attention back to the present.

"Okay, pal. See you at the ceremony. Oh! And congratulations on your award sir!" He grinned and ran off back into the station. Edgeworth massaged the bridge of his nose. He was already in a foul mood at having to attend this ridiculous ceremony. It was a joke and a waste of time and now the Chief of Police wanted him to do the detective's jobs for them. Evidence transferral was not the responsibility of those in the Prosecutor's office. This day was going downhill and fast. Shaking his head, Edgeworth followed the group of officers and detectives streaming into the precinct.

The ceremony went by fairly quickly and soon Miles was left standing in a room full of people, award in hand, being congratulated. His head started to pound. He needed to get out of there and be alone. He decided to go ahead to evidence storage and pick up whatever it was that needed transferral.

"Hey pal! Mr. Edgeworth sir!" Edgeworth looked up to see Gumshoe trying to fight his way across the crowded room to get to the prosecutor. Miles pretended not to hear and ducked silently out into the deserted hallway, making his way swiftly as far from the celebration as possible. Five minutes later, after a torturous elevator ride, Miles reached the security desk of the evidence room. It was completely deserted. Figures. he thought. Why must everyone around here be so incompetent? Sighing heavily he rummaged in his pockets, finally locating his security card. He passed it in front of the card reader and with a loud beep entered the room. The door slid shut behind him with a soft *whoosh* and suddenly he remembered. He didn't even know what he was supposed to be getting. He turned back to the door and with much grumbling passed his card once again in front of the reader. Nothing happened.

That's odd. He tried again. Still nothing. Hmmm..... Shrugging his shoulders he decided to take a look around. Perhaps the Chief left a note or something for him? He made his way down the first aisle of lockers, around a corner and to the back of the room to his own evidence locker. He didn't see anything to indicate the Chief had even been in the evidence room ever, let alone in the last few hours. He started to turn to leave but stopped in his tracks. He thought he heard the door open and close. He crept silently towards the end of the row of lockers. Before he had gone even three steps a shadow fell across the opposite wall and seconds later a large figure stepped into view blocking his way to the exit.

"Hello Miles." came a cocky, self-assured voice. The figure raised a hand and adjusted a glove.

"Chief Gant?" Edgeworth asked trying to squash the steadily growing sense of unease he was feeling. "I came to get the evidence you wanted transferred. Where is it?"

"Ah yes." Gant replied moving to stand next to Edgeworth. "It's in this one I believe." he made to reach for one of the lockers, Edgeworth's gaze following the Chief's gloved hand. Suddenly Chief Gant grabbed his shoulders and spun Edgeworth around pinning him back against the lockers and causing him to drop his King of Prosecutors Award.

"What the....?!" he cried out in surprise raising his hands. He put them on Gant's chest and tried to push him away. The Chief was much too close for Edgeworth's liking. Gant grabbed Miles' wrists and pinned them against the lockers above the prosecutors' head. He leaned in and kissed the young man forcefully on the mouth. Edgeworth's eyes widened in surprise as he struggled to get away but he wasn't strong enough to break the bigger man's hold. Gant carefully pulled Miles' shirt out from where it was neatly tucked into his pants. He ran his gloved hand across Miles' taut abdomen and slowly up beneath his shirt towards his chest while his mouth teased its way across the prosecutors' jaw and tantalizingly down his neck coming to rest on his collar bone. Edgeworth moaned with pleasure in spite of himself and his struggling began to cease.

"S-Sto-op!!" he protested. Gant ignored him and continued his ministrations. Miles gasped as Gant's wandering hand found a nipple and squeezed. Edgeworth could feel his pants beginning to tighten. Damn this traitorous body! He hated that his body was so readily responding to the Police Chief's soft caresses and lusty kisses. Edgeworth eyed Gant warily. The older man was now sliding his hand once again down Miles' torso and stopped at his pant line. Gant looked Miles right in the eye as he unfastened Edgeworth's pants and reached for the hardness within.

"Wright has trained you well." he smirked. His hand closed around Edgeworth's hardened length eliciting another moan. His hand made its way slowly down to the base of the silver haired man's shaft, two of the gloved fingers circled his balls. The rough material against his sac sent shock waves of pleasure through his body and the hands that only moments ago had been resistant, now clung hungrily to the man before him. Damon jerked his hand suddenly upwards startling the helpless attorney. He ran his thumb around the head of Miles' cock, pleased at the pre-cum he saw already forming there. The lawyer's breathing became more ragged as the Police Chief quickened his pace, pushing Miles to the verge of climax.

*Ring Ring* Damon froze. *Ring Ring* He growled in frustration at having been interrupted during his play time. He reached coolly into the breast pocket inside of his coat and pulled out the offending electronic.

*Ring Ri-*

"Gant." Miles slid to the floor silently watching Damon and trying to regain his own composure. The Chief sounded unperturbed as he talked on the phone, but everything about him exuded an aura of anger from the way he towered above the prostrate prosecutor to the fiery look half hidden behind the pink tinted glasses.

"I'll take care of it." He snapped the phone shut and put it back in his pocket. Once again he adjusted his gloves while smiling wolfishly down at the man slumped at his feet on the floor. "Duty calls. We'll have to continue this later." Damon Gant turned and strode around the corner and out of sight. Miles heard the door close with a *swoosh* and knew that the man was finally gone. Miles sat slumped against the lockers still in disbelief about what had just happened and angry at himself for enjoying it.

Wonder what Wright would say if he saw me now? At the thought of Phoenix Wright, Edgeworth's raging hard on twitched against his stomach bringing his wandering thoughts back to the matter at hand. Imagining Wright, his lips on his own and his hands exploring every inch of Miles' body, he grasped his throbbing erection firmly and began to stroke himself at a furious pace. His back arched sending his head against the locker with a loud bang. Seconds later he came with a loud cry which he tried to stifle by biting down on his fist. Panting heavily he got shakily to his feet leaving his seed in a puddle on the floor and splattered on the lockers across from him. He wiped his hand on his handkerchief then managed to get his shirt tucked back in , his suit smoothed out, then ran his hands through his sweaty disheveled hair to straighten it. When he was satisfied with his appearance he followed the Chief's example and left the evidence storage room. The security guard with the cowboy hat and poncho was back at his post in front of the storage rooms' security monitors. Edgeworth considered demanding the security tape from the man. Jake Marshall turned to him and gave an all knowing smile.

"The Sheriffs' done rode off into the sunset with that treasure. You'll not be seeing that again." He tipped his hat to the stunned man in the purple suit and turned back to the monitors.