Seeing Stars

_{Title: Seeing Stars
Author: Nyarlathotep
Fandom: Ace Attorney
Pairing: Klavier/Apollo
Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex
Warnings: Fluff, Romance, Anal Sex, WAFF to the Nth degree}



He was floating…

The perception that he was suspended a great distance above the ground and that if he could have only peered through the misty undulating layer of clouds beneath his feet, he might have witnessed an unimaginable Earthly panorama, was present but not terrifying…

This was not a nightmare, only a dream…

He didn’t like heights but the nearly solid looking clouds below him were just a few feet away and there was only the great dark sky, the crescent moon and one-hundred-trillion other heavenly bodies above him, abyssal indigo studded with globes of luminescence almost too large to glimmer the way stars should.

But Apollo didn’t fear isolation and the complete silence and stillness around him was rather relaxing… Just himself and a deep blue-black and silver pointillist painting of glittering pendulous orbs and nothingness… It was almost an exemplification of the kind of calm one usually had to meditate in order to achieve. Just you and the universe; one.

Still, it was a lonely place…

But there was something else there, hovering in the interminable distance. It kept catching his attention… a tiny point just before the horizon… obviously moving fast as it approached him but still so very distant that its movements appeared sluggish, almost leisurely. Apollo watched it draw nearer with an indefinable sense of anticipation…

And soon it became clear that it was not an object… It was a voice.

“………Apollo…?”

The jingle of Klavier’s key in the lock hadn’t awakened him. Not even the gentle touch to his blanket covered shoulder managed to disturb the indistinct dream he’d been suspended within the ambiguity of, but that light murmur of his name, that singular voice drifting in from somewhere on the periphery of stars and void; it stirred his consciousness and he felt the world start to come back, the odd, van Gogh-esque skyscape fading quickly out to black.

Blinking his eyes open, the first thing Apollo blearily noticed was that the action didn’t change his view at all. ‘Still nighttime then…’ The next thing was the warmth of Klavier’s hand on his now bare shoulder, stroking gently; the scent of Klavier’s aftershave and soap and of the man’s own skin and the slightly stale waft of sweat from traveling. The presence of Klavier next to him pulled Apollo more fully awake.

“Nghhh… You’re back… mmm… -time’s it…?” He rolled over to meet the arms which encircled his shoulders, slipping off the blankets and craning his neck to read the bedside clock’s glowing red digits, even as Klavier was saying-

“A little after three…” Apollo couldn’t see Klavier’s face very well in the darkened bedroom, his high cheekbones and the straight bridge of his nose only catching the barest definition in the red light from the alarm clock, his earrings glimmering dully. Somehow his eyes were still bright though, maybe because Apollo knew so very well their look and could infer, even in partial blindness, the shine and color. “Do you have court tomorrow…?”

“N- no… just a client visitation at four PM… trial’s Wednesday… You?” He averted his face while yawning, not trusting his breath to be pleasant after several hours asleep and Klavier chuckled, nuzzling the exposed side of his neck meaningfully and slipping into bed beside him. When Apollo’s hands found the prosecutor’s skin he noticed that the man was already stripped down to the ridiculously tiny scrap of string and spandex he referred to as underwear, if he bothered with them at all.

“Mmmm… nein… I am technically not even back in town until Thursday, as far as the High Prosecutor’s Office knows… So do not tell them I am here, ja?” Apollo took his turn chuckling and nuzzling then. He yawned again, dropped a few sleepy kisses along Klavier’s collarbone and languidly slipped his fingers under one of the thin spaghetti straps that arched from a silky pouch, already full and tight- The damn things struggled to hold back the prosecutor’s dick even when it was soft. -up over the rise of his hips to meet the one that dipped between his taut buttocks in a seductive ‘Y’ just above his ass crack. Apollo twisted his finger tip around the elastic cord, tightening it slightly, relishing the prosecutor’s breathless gasp in his ear, the way that lean body surged toward him like magnetism or static electricity.

He knew all of Klavier’s undergarments by feel at this point. The black, satin one with its tiny, silver quick-release buckles; the gauzy mesh one as red as his own suit; the shiny silver one that felt like an eel-skin wallet; the one he was wearing now, bright violet, bathing-suit slick, low riding and shameless and hot like a show car in the sun.

Klavier’s underwear was a lot like his Rock-Star-Golden-Boy image; colorful, flashy and distracting; only barely managing to conceal something beautiful and sensitive.

The prosecutor’s lithe body was fully pressed against him by that point and as the thin fabric pulled between his legs, tightening and stressing over his half-hard penis, Apollo could feel the hot organ stiffen and twitch against his lower belly, feel Klavier’s low groan as a vibration where the prosecutor’s lips pressed into the smooth skin of his throat. It made him harden in turn, heat pulsing through his groin and belly, shivering outward from his core to the very tips of his fingers and toes. It made him throb and ache where he mounted Klavier’s thigh. Really, it was ridiculous how arousing it was, to arouse Klavier, the idea that the prodigy prosecutor and internationally famous rock star got hard for him; that it was he alone whom Klavier wished to take pleasure with; it turned Apollo on ravenously.

Yes, it was three in the morning… yes, it had been a long, tiring and irritating day and yes, he did theoretically have to be somewhat useful in the morning, but… Klavier… Oh God, Klavier… Apollo didn’t like to admit how much he missed the man when he was away, how much it meant each time Klavier returned, eager and happy and full of puppy-like adoration for him. It made him feel like he could win the fucking lottery, or guess the exact number of beans in the jar, or defeat one of those rigged carnival games and receive the biggest plush panda. It made him feel like the luckiest man alive.

Honestly, the ‘rock-star prosecutor’ had turned out to be nothing at all like Apollo had initially thought upon their first introduction. The man was aware of his own physical beauty but not consumed by it; confidant but not the least bit domineering; a coy, flirtatious tempter who was also quite possibly the most loyal and faithful lover anyone could want; kind and empathetic, passionate and honest; a romantic, in the corniest and most endearing sense of the word. Apollo had never expected to fall so hard for someone… never thought he would be waking in the middle of the night to embrace anybody so gratefully.

He shivered in pleasure and anticipation, nudging himself in even closer to the blonde’s warmth and twirling the strap once more around his finger. Adjusting his grip so that the tension was on the thong stretched between Klavier’s firm buttocks, pulling taut over sensitive areas; Apollo set about tightening and relaxing it rhythmically while lazily rocking against Klavier’s thigh, the point of one hip lightly rubbing the prosecutor’s erection through its thin sheath of synthetic purple silk. Apollo smirked when Klavier began to pant and whimper, turning his face into the pillow and moaning his name long and low. ‘Oh God, that’s hot…’

“Nghh… top or bottom…?” He murmured around Klavier’s earlobe, moving down to scrape his teeth against the short growth of pale stubble that had come in along the blonde’s jaw since he last shaved in Munich... Or was it Madrid…? Apollo couldn’t remember where exactly Klavier said the photo shoot had been located… ‘It must have been a pretty long flight… We’re probably equally exhausted…’

“Mmmm… t- tough questions first, ja? Ah- …are you very tired?” Klavier intoned breathily, still squirming forward against him and back against the tight cord between his ass cheeks, essentially grinding his own underwear. Apollo snorted lightly, amused that the prosecutor could still manage to be circuitous and noncommittal even when panting in desperate arousal and humping his own thong.

“Well, I had a pretty long day… but I’m not gonna pass out on you or anythinghh…” Apollo groaned when Klavier’s thigh shifted between his own, pressing in more firmly and suddenly that under- thing just had to go… Rolling the blond onto his back and letting the blankets slide off them to pool around the footboard posts, Apollo drew back, his vision having adjusted well enough to the dim, ruby illumination from the clock to easily make out Klavier’s tall, slender form splayed out beneath him. The man never restrained his hair anymore and its wild pale waves glowed like a crimson silk waterfall against the black pillowcases.

Klavier of course easily read Apollo’s intentions and slid his fingertips down his chest and stomach with a sly smirk, dipping them beneath the twin violet straps at his hips and gazing up through lowered eyelashes as he worked the garment down his slender thighs. Apollo shifted back to give him some space, quickly shedding his own boxer shorts while still observing every inch and second of that -already indecent- article’s slow descent.

“Hmm… I am wired full of caffeine and I have… mn-“ Klavier rolled his splayed palm over himself, gasping slightly and biting his lip. “I have missed you so very much, Apollo…” The man continued to stroke himself, shifting his grip to run just his thumb and forefinger along the soft ridges of the head and Apollo watched, rapt as it jumped and flexed at the stimulation; as Klavier rocked his hips fluidly, hot gaze locked with Apollo’s in the crimson dimness… smoky and seductive.

As if Apollo needed to be seduced.

“S- so you’d like me…uh?” He couldn’t tear his eyes away from Klavier’s cock; Klavier’s dexterous fingers just barely teasing along its length, rolling over the head and then smearing wetly down to grip its base.

“Do you mind, baby?” Even though Klavier’s tone suggested that he knew exactly how much Apollo didn’t mind bottoming for him, the attorney still found himself defending…

“N- no! Of course not… I- I did ask…” Grinning sheepishly and shifting on his knees to reach over the prosecutor, Apollo stretched to retrieve their supplies from the side table; a travel shaving bag full of various lubricants, and condoms. At this point in their relationship, each was well accustomed to the appetites of the other and they had learned to stock up accordingly. “Mmm… How do you want me?” Klavier took the kit-bag and eagerly began rifling its contents, withdrawing first a string of little bubbles of lubricant and then a condom which he tossed to the mattress, breaking a bubble pack off the string and twisting its tension seal apart.

“Elbows and knees, bitte… for the moment at least.” He grinned and Apollo smiled back, shifting to assume Klavier’s requested position with his chest, elbows and forearms resting on the mattress, shoulders slightly hunched and his ass in the air. ‘Cat-in-heat style…’ He was thankful for the darkness and red light, spreading his knees a little wider and peering back over his left shoulder, annoyed a bit that his cheeks still heated and pinked with embarrassment at presenting himself to Klavier like this, even after almost two years of very regular sexual encounters.

‘Maybe I’ll never get over it…’ He sighed. He’d never even noticed that he was all that self-conscious before Klavier had started “complimenting” his forehead in court and then fairly soon after, began to quite sincerely praise other parts of his body; with breathy gasps and seductive chuckles and with loud, shrill cries on many a night that Apollo could recall. But despite all that encouragement, when Apollo was spread and exposed and Klavier sat back appraising his body for long moments before touching him, Apollo never failed to flush and stutter irritably, for him to “get on with it”.

There was really no difference when Apollo topped either as the prosecutor always held him reverently within his gentle azure gaze, fluttering his eyelids and drawing in such tremulous, halting breaths as Apollo took him… whispering such worshipful things into his reddened ear when the adoration in the blonde’s eyes became too much for him to bear any longer, and he had to hide his face against tanned skin and amid flaxen waves. They almost always made love facing each other, not just because Klavier preferred it that way but also because, despite his own insecurities, Apollo wanted to know; needed to see; required his evidence, even though it was usually too much- too much proof- too honest- too candid- too pure. He couldn’t help but feel a little unworthy, regardless of how mutual the adoration was…

It didn’t matter though, that Apollo still couldn’t cope with praise properly. Klavier would always praise him anyway.

Thankfully Klavier didn’t keep him waiting very long this time, pressing into him gently with two slick fingers after placing an almost perfunctory kiss on each pale ass-cheek. “Ahh…God yesss…” Apollo gripped a pillow with whitening knuckles and ground his forehead into the crook of his elbow; panting harshly against the mattress and making his muscles relax for Klavier. It felt good already, accustomed as he was to the process but when the fingers in his ass curled with practiced expertise, knowing just where to stroke, how hard to press and how long to wait before repeating the action; it was like a fucking light switch flipped. Fiery, desperate desire simply exploded inside him, a shivery heat searing through his body in a wave. His eyes glazed over and Apollo started begging, shuddering uncontrollably and writhing his hips to the point where Klavier had to restrain him bodily, pressing him down flat against the bed with a hand on the small of his back, spreading his thighs almost too wide to bear comfortably. Apollo mewled when another finger slipped into him and spread apart slightly; whimpering as the head of his dick slid in the slick smear he’d already created on the sheet beneath him, sending little sparks straight up through his spine, his quivering pelvis continuing to roll and twitch despite the heavy hand pinning him; sobbing for Klavier to stop torturing him and just- “Fuck me! O-oh- Goddammit… Pleasepleaseplease just- nghhh.. PLEASE KLAVIER!”

He couldn’t see the blonde behind him, having buried his face in the bunched pillows in embarrassment, attempting to stifle his babbling run-on entreaty; but he could hear (with a slight sense of vindication) Klavier’s equally desperate pleas for patience and placating words of concern for his safety and comfort; hear the mylar packet tearing and the wet, synthetic sound of latex rolling and stretching over hard flesh. ‘One handed, pretty impressive…’ The fingers of Klavier’s other hand still held him open and only withdrew after a few moments passed and Apollo began to squirm awkwardly, trying to peer back over his shoulder.

“Turn around baby. Come here Apollo, I want to see your face…”

“Ah- nnh Y- you want the lamp on too?

“Nein… I can see you well enough now.”

Apollo nodded, letting out a shaky breath as his body calmed slightly in the absence of direct stimulation. He moved up to his knees and turned to face Klavier in the rumpled bedding, absently stroking himself and openly admiring the way the nearly nonexistent illumination of the clock display glimmered ruby along all the firm planes and gentle strong curves of Klavier’s bronzed body. As the man drew him close into his arms Apollo took in the difference between their skin tones, noting how the same ruddy light which shone like smoldering embers on the blond and wove his platinum hair with garnet, cast Apollo’s own flesh in a deep hibiscus-pink, his hair and eyes, he imagined would appear cherry-black.

Apollo knew that Klavier found him attractive, even sexy; something he still had not fully accepted. He’d always considered himself rather plain and mousy, short and physically unremarkable. But Klavier had told him how “beautiful” he was on many occasions, most all of them at odd or incongruous moments in their daily lives. Beautiful; not when he was dressed out in his best court suit or in even more formal attire, not when he was perfectly groomed to go out for dinner but instead, when he awoke from an unscheduled late-afternoon nap on the couch, hair a mess and reading glasses askew, with golden stripes of sunlight through the blinds arcing across his body… when we was up to his elbows in soapy dishwater… when he was coming in from jogging, sweaty, flushed and panting as he stretched out his hamstrings…

Klavier called him beautiful and Apollo blushed and stuttered and covered his face with his hands.

“I really missed you Klavier… I-” He faltered, choking with both emotion and in physical reaction to Klavier’s lube-slick fingers suddenly upon him, slipping over the head of his dick and dragging the foreskin back so- so gently… “Ahh-ah… You don’t know how much…” Apollo finished in a low and slightly more controlled purr, jerking against the hand which shifted to palm him flush to his own belly.

“Ja, I do know Apollo…” The prosecutor stroked his thumb along Apollo’s cheek and jaw affectionately, earnestly… “These eyes tell me… and these lips also…” The fingers of his other hand curled around Apollo’s member. “This tells me…” He growled, applying a little more force to the hard flesh and stroking firmly.

Apollo could only shut his eyes in pleasure and grope to return the prosecutor’s gesture with his own fingers, tracing the contours of Klavier’s penis, familiar and distinct even through the tight latex barrier. The man writhed appreciatively against him, emitting another low, lusty growl, murmuring into his ear… “Lay back for me, ja?”

Not that he would have refused the request but Klavier’s very tone turned Apollo’s spine to jelly, caused his cock to stiffen impossibly and enflamed the dull, needful throb in his ass to a pulsing inferno again. Apollo toppled back amidst the pillows and eagerly spread his thighs, aroused well beyond all modesty and for once Klavier simply moved up over him without pause, apparently so eager to be inside Apollo that he could do no more than position himself so that their foreheads and noses touched, so that their eyes were locked, so that their lips crashed together, rough and wet as he slid in and they both arched as one fluid body.

And it was like gas on a fire for both of them. Klavier moaned against his lips, eyelids fluttering but not closing, pale hair falling around their faces like a silk veil. It pooled around Apollo’s head, swaying sensually with the back and forth motion of Klavier’s body over him, inside him, shifting with their hard breaths.

Apollo’s eyes drifted shut. He wrapped his legs about Klavier’s narrow waist, his arms crossing behind the prosecutor’s head, fingers sinking into an ocean of down-soft silken filaments and just let the sensations roll over him, mentally following the lightning fast charges of pleasure as they raced through him from various parts of his hypersensitized body. From his lips and tongue, where they met Klavier’s; his stiff nipples where the blonde’s chest brushed over them rhythmically; the tip of his cock where it bumped and rubbed his own clenching belly; his tightened balls where Klavier’s hard lower abdomen nudged each time he thrust in… and from that odd, miraculous little point of mind blowing sensitivity just behind those tender orbs, which throbbed against the hard shaft moving inside him.

Each pulse seemed like a color to him, just behind his eyes. He couldn’t define the exact shade as it exploded like a brand new fractal pattern each time Klavier’s iron-rigid cock parted him. He tightened his arms around Klavier’s shoulders, feeling almost weightless again, like in his dream… In his dream Klavier’s voice had been almost tangible, a body of sound. A body now wrapped around him, supporting him and filling him up, a body of breathy intonations and quiet moans, hard gasps and deep satisfied rumbling purrs.

He was floating…

Seeing stars again…

The urgent snap and roll of Klavier’s hips increased rapidly for a few moments, hammering into him as if to make sure he still had Apollo’s full attention and the attorney’s eyes flew back open. He broke their deep kiss with a loud cry and a violent involuntary shudder, his spine bowing and his head snapping back sharply, grinding amid the plump pillows as he continued to twitch. He groaned when Klavier shifted position slightly, drawing his pelvis closer, seating himself deeper, rolling Apollo hips back so his spine formed a high arch, tucking his own hips under to thrust in and up. The blond curled forward sinuously, planting one elbow to either side of Apollo’s head and leaned in to seal their lips back together as the vocally gifted attorney literally began screaming.

His dick felt like it was going to burst, throbbing and thick and pulsing out little droplets of clear fluid with every heartbeat. It was aching for touch but Apollo couldn’t reach it, his arms were now crossed above his head, his fingers tangled up with Klavier’s. He moaned into Klavier’s mouth, a pleading, pitiful sound even to his own ears. Oh God it hurt…

But it was the sweetest kind of agony imaginable.

Klavier had mercy on him though, pulling back slowly but keeping Apollo’s pelvis canted toward him; keeping up the pace of his thrusts while gently grasping Apollo’s swollen dick. The attorney’s foreskin was stretched tight around the head and when dragged back by Klavier’s calloused thumb it snugged up under the firm ridges, slicking back to cover him again when urged forth by the light pressure of Klavier’s thumb and forefinger. The prosecutor purred as Apollo jolted at the new stimulation, emitting a strangled moan, the curve of his spine beginning to deepen. He growled when the already tight passage he was demandingly burying himself in started to contract around him. Unable to keep his hand on Apollo’s cock teasing any longer, he curled his fingers around it and stroked roughly.

Both Klavier’s finely trained ears and his lust charged body would have appreciated the tone quality of the attorney’s howl or the way he was starting to clench the muscles in his thighs and buttocks, preparing for orgasm, but he was too busy doing the same, hips slammed forward digging into the backs of Apollo’s thighs only twitching now as he hovered on the edge. One motion or breath or sound from Apollo might have sent him over but the hard series of contractions around the base of his dick where it breached Apollo’s body; the almost too quiet whimper of ecstasy the attorney made as he lost it all over his twitching abdomen and Klavier’s fingers; it virtually threw him over. And then he was moaning into Apollo’s shoulder and spilling himself deep inside that hot channel, filling the condom in quick spastic pulses, his hips twitching forward each time like an attempt to delve beyond his physical reach and even though Apollo’s orgasm had faded out to small electric tremors through his over stimulated body, the sensation of Klavier’s cock throbbing inside him had his balls tightening up, squeezing another small spurt of semen out of him, his voice breaking and his eyes widening impossibly, his mouth a shocked ‘O’.

It seemed like a full minute passed before either of them could even think…

“Damn…” Apollo’s body finally began to relax back against the rumpled bed as the powerful sensations faded out to a pleasant jangling hum, Klavier’s warm weight settling bonelessly atop him. “That was really- really good…” He stifled a yawn against his own shoulder. One corner of the fitted sheet had come off near his left foot and he worked the edge of it between his toes, toying with the elastic absently while stroking a lazy hand up and down Klavier’s sweaty back. The man stretched and murmured a string of complimentary words in German while also yawning into Apollo’s ear. He reached down and carefully held the condom on while slipping smoothly out, discarding it into the waste basket before collapsing back against the supine attorney.

After a few minutes of silent physical communion where cheeks were stroked and lips brushed lips, where eyes looked affectionately into eyes and where tired yawns were muffled against the backs of hands, Klavier rolled off Apollo to the right hand side of the bed, gathering one of the pillows under his head and snuggling drowsily down into it, one arm thrown over Apollo’s sticky abdomen. Apollo carded his fingers gently through Klavier’s messy hair.

“Come with me next time, ja?” Klavier’s soft murmur was almost swallowed by the pillow.

Apollo, rather startled by the sudden request, stilled his hand. “To Europe?”

“Well, it will be Brazil next but… Ja, I want you with me. I do not wish to travel alone. Even if I have ‘gone solo’ as it were…” Even after two years, the pain of loss still colored Klavier’s tone when he spoke of his music and it hurt Apollo to hear him sound so subdued over something which used to give him such happiness. Music was something Klavier needed to survive and Apollo was aware enough to realize that he was being awarded the same status. He was something Klavier needed to carry on in life, to be fulfilled.

“Ok.” He whispered, leaning over to kiss the blonde’s forehead. “I’ll come. Don’t worry about next time ok, Klavier? You don’t have to be alone. Neither of us does.” He pulled back, stroking the place he’d just kissed tenderly and smiling as the only response he got from the prosecutor was a relieved, contented sigh.

Klavier was already peacefully asleep.