[Kink Meme Fic FTW]
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gwyneddHa ha, I'm so late at outing myself~ I'm working on another few fics for the kink meme right now, though, so I don't feel bad about needing ego stroking :x
Title: Seeing Things
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Godot x Phoenix
Warnings: Porn. Snark. Frot. Godot.
A/N: I loved writing this. Godot's just really really fun.
Original Prompt: "GodotPhoenix. Something about how Godot sees Mia's spirit in Phoenix. Slash ensues!"
When Godot had seen Phoenix Wright for the first time, he noticed small things about him that unnerved the prosecutor greatly. The way Wright held his head, how his shoulders moved, the way he strode through the courtroom. The way Wright's eyes burned into his just like hers had.
He was a ladies man, and he was attracted to Wright. There was really no way around it, but he knew very well it had little to do with Wright himself. Godot was annoyed at just how possible it was for a student to be like a teacher - Wright was just like her, dammit, with his naiveté and determination and that unnatural luck.
It only took him four cups of coffee (Godot blends numbers 005-008) to hatch his plan.
1) Drink coffee. Builds character in the face of the unknown.
2) Find Wright. Proposition.
3) Find empty closet/bathroom/courtroom/desk. Proceed to have way with damnable attorney.
4) Drink post-sex coffee. Better than cigs.
He smiled in an unsettling manner, chugged that morning's 4th cup and sauntered into court.
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Godot spotted Wright walking out of a neighboring courtroom around 2 in the afternoon. The attorney was walking next to his client - a young man with hair in his eyes and a constant stutter - speaking softly to the boy. Wright placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled encouragingly. He looked just like Mia for a second and Godot's teeth crunched in...well...he didn't quite know. Jealousy? Anger? For a moment, a thought came into his mind (she's still alive look right there why didn't anyone tell me even I can see it and I'm fucking blind) but he shook his head roughly to chase the idea away. Stupid.
When he looked up again, Wright was standing alone, his client having been escorted away temporarily. Wright was looking haphazardly into space, presumably thinking hard. Perfect, he thought. Godot cocked his head back at a jaunty angle, mussed his hair appropriately and strode silently up to attorney.
"Hey there, Trite."
Wright jumped a little and took a step back. "Jeeze, Godot, give a guy a heart attack..." He trailed off as Godot didn't stop walking, and instead placed an insistent hand on his lower back while steered him down the now empty hallway. "Wait, what- huh? I've got a trial in-"
"Quiet, this shouldn't take too long." Godot grinned roguishly down at the other man and was pleased to hear Wright's voice stutter off. He soon found a likely (empty) restroom and unceremoniously shoved Wright inside.
"Wait, Godot, what's this all about?" Wright sounded worried. His eyes flicked back and forth between the prosecutor's grin and the door.
Godot locked the door with a slow, audible click. He advanced swiftly on Wright and pinned him against the side of a stall. He slammed his forearms on the wall to either side of Wright's head and brought their faces close together.
"Here's the deal, amigo - you remind me of a certain someone - a special certain someone - so I've got a need to fuck you senseless, comprendé?" The red glow from his visor reflected in Phoenix's eyes.
Wright sputtered indignantly. "W-Woah, hold on I-"
"Wrong answer!" In one quick motion, Godot thrust his hips forward into the attorney's. Phoenix gasped and Godot saw the opening to catch his mouth in a rough kiss. Wright made a muffled sound and pushed against the prosecutor's shoulders - a futile effort. Godot sucked - hard - on Wright's bottom lip and was pleased to feel the other man's resistance ease. He moved his hands from wall and hooked one around Phoenix's tie to undo it. The other, he placed on Wright's ass and pulled them together. Godot growled at the friction.
Suddenly, he felt a strong tug on his own tie and saw Wright twist his head sharply upward, catching him off-guard and full on the mouth. Hesitantly, yet still determined, Phoenix eased his tongue into the prosecutor's mouth. Godot caught it, and returned the gesture forcefully. He tilted his head to get a better angle. Wright did the same, and pressed forward jarring their teeth together. Spurred by the shock, Godot nudged Phoenix's mouth open wider and nipped at his tongue.
"Christ, Godot," Wright panted without breaking the kiss, "Next time just ask - no need to attack m-" he trailed off in a moan as Godot slowly moved his hips up and ground their burgeoning erections together. He smirked around Wright's mouth.
With a final bite of the attorney's bottom lip, Godot broke off and began trailing down Phoenix's smooth jawline, scraping his teeth against the skin along the way. He found a soft spot just under Wright's ear and bit down, drawing a sharp buck from him. Phoenix let out a quick yelp that quickly turned into a groan at the accidental friction sending sparks up his spine. Godot finished with the tie, and left it hanging loosely around Wright's neck. He ducked his head down to the base of the other man's throat and swirled his tongue in the hollow above his collarbone.
With surprising dexterity, Phoenix moved his hands between their bodies and undid Godot's belt with a loud snap of leather. He pulled down on the zipper experimentally. Godot gave Phoenix's neck one last suck and move up to catch his mouth again. He ran his own hand (the one that had been bothering with that damnable tie) over Wright's chest, and tweaked a nipple through his shirt. Phoenix gasped softly into his mouth. In a few swift motions, Godot deftly flicked open the attorney's belt, popped open the button and shoved the rest of the offending fabric aside. He grasped Phoenix's erection (he was already close - ah, the vigor of youth) and felt the man give a full-body twitch.
Godot stroked him once - slowly - and smirked at Wright's throaty intake of breath. "Come on, boy," he murmured into the kiss, "finish what you started." Shakily, Phoenix resumed his work at the prosecutor's pants. He touched Godot's freed cock lightly with his fingers, than grabbed him firmly and pulled. Godot growled in a pleased manner and rewarded Wright with a few more strokes, before letting go entirely. Phoenix whimpered at the lost contact. Godot smiled and thrust forward a bit, into Wright's hand, and rubbed against the other man's cock. He grabbed Wright's hand and guided it to grasp them both. Phoenix took his cue and began stroking out a steady rhythm, panting heavily.
Both hands free now, Godot began undoing the buttons on Wright's shirt. As Phoenix's strokes grew in intensity, however, the prosecutor found he was quickly losing fine motor skills and with a quick mutter ("Be dammed with it!"), he ripped the other man's shirt open with a satisfying snap. "D-Damn it, I've got to go back to court today, you know," Phoenix gasped along with his strokes, "I can't go in t-there with a r-ripped s-shirt-" He bit back a moan, only somewhat successfully. Godot exhaled shakily and resisted to urge to move his hips forward into Wright's fist.
"Doesn't matter. I'll get you a new damn shirt or something later." he told Phoenix tersely. Godot ran his hand across Phoenix's abdomen, amused at how pale the lawyer was. He tweaked Wright's nipple hard and was rewarded with an odd sound from the other man (he couldn't tell if it was a squeak or another moan; all the sounds were just kinda melding together at this point). Pleased with this result, Godot pinched the same nub again and rolled it around between his fingers while he also leaned forward to attack the man's neck. This time, Phoenix let out a very audible groan that tapered off into a harsh set of pants. His strokes became faster and more rushed, and then, with a full-body shudder even Godot felt, Phoenix came. Godot felt the light spatter of cum on his vest and had the sense of mind to muffle Wright's cry with another searing kiss. Phoenix melted bonelessly against the wall, the prosecutor's force being the only thing to hold him upright.
Godot reached down between them and pulled Phoenix's hand away. He grasped himself - slick with Wright's cum - and pumped out a few furious strokes before, with harsh, growling moan, he came as well, jettisoning over the lawyer's abdomen. He rode out his orgasm with a few slower strokes, and rested his forehead on Wright's shoulder, the both of them breathing heavily.
Carefully, he moved back (slowly, in case Wright actually did fall), tucked himself in and began to re-arrange his clothing. Phoenix was still leaning unsteadily against the wall, with his cheeks flushed, eyes closed and hair in a tangled disarray. Godot turned around to the sink and started rinsing his hands off. He looked over his shoulder in the mirror at Wright, just as he was opening his eyes.
They were brown.
Godot snapped around towards Phoenix, and gasped to see that his eyes were blue again. "Something wrong, Godot?" Wright asked inanely, pushing himself up into an unsteady standing position. The lawyer zipped his pants back up, and moved past Godot to the sink, where he began wiping himself off.
".....No," the prosecutor said shakily, "Nothing at all."
Title: Seeing Things
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Godot x Phoenix
Warnings: Porn. Snark. Frot. Godot.
A/N: I loved writing this. Godot's just really really fun.
Original Prompt: "GodotPhoenix. Something about how Godot sees Mia's spirit in Phoenix. Slash ensues!"
When Godot had seen Phoenix Wright for the first time, he noticed small things about him that unnerved the prosecutor greatly. The way Wright held his head, how his shoulders moved, the way he strode through the courtroom. The way Wright's eyes burned into his just like hers had.
He was a ladies man, and he was attracted to Wright. There was really no way around it, but he knew very well it had little to do with Wright himself. Godot was annoyed at just how possible it was for a student to be like a teacher - Wright was just like her, dammit, with his naiveté and determination and that unnatural luck.
It only took him four cups of coffee (Godot blends numbers 005-008) to hatch his plan.
1) Drink coffee. Builds character in the face of the unknown.
2) Find Wright. Proposition.
3) Find empty closet/bathroom/courtroom/desk. Proceed to have way with damnable attorney.
4) Drink post-sex coffee. Better than cigs.
He smiled in an unsettling manner, chugged that morning's 4th cup and sauntered into court.
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Godot spotted Wright walking out of a neighboring courtroom around 2 in the afternoon. The attorney was walking next to his client - a young man with hair in his eyes and a constant stutter - speaking softly to the boy. Wright placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled encouragingly. He looked just like Mia for a second and Godot's teeth crunched in...well...he didn't quite know. Jealousy? Anger? For a moment, a thought came into his mind (she's still alive look right there why didn't anyone tell me even I can see it and I'm fucking blind) but he shook his head roughly to chase the idea away. Stupid.
When he looked up again, Wright was standing alone, his client having been escorted away temporarily. Wright was looking haphazardly into space, presumably thinking hard. Perfect, he thought. Godot cocked his head back at a jaunty angle, mussed his hair appropriately and strode silently up to attorney.
"Hey there, Trite."
Wright jumped a little and took a step back. "Jeeze, Godot, give a guy a heart attack..." He trailed off as Godot didn't stop walking, and instead placed an insistent hand on his lower back while steered him down the now empty hallway. "Wait, what- huh? I've got a trial in-"
"Quiet, this shouldn't take too long." Godot grinned roguishly down at the other man and was pleased to hear Wright's voice stutter off. He soon found a likely (empty) restroom and unceremoniously shoved Wright inside.
"Wait, Godot, what's this all about?" Wright sounded worried. His eyes flicked back and forth between the prosecutor's grin and the door.
Godot locked the door with a slow, audible click. He advanced swiftly on Wright and pinned him against the side of a stall. He slammed his forearms on the wall to either side of Wright's head and brought their faces close together.
"Here's the deal, amigo - you remind me of a certain someone - a special certain someone - so I've got a need to fuck you senseless, comprendé?" The red glow from his visor reflected in Phoenix's eyes.
Wright sputtered indignantly. "W-Woah, hold on I-"
"Wrong answer!" In one quick motion, Godot thrust his hips forward into the attorney's. Phoenix gasped and Godot saw the opening to catch his mouth in a rough kiss. Wright made a muffled sound and pushed against the prosecutor's shoulders - a futile effort. Godot sucked - hard - on Wright's bottom lip and was pleased to feel the other man's resistance ease. He moved his hands from wall and hooked one around Phoenix's tie to undo it. The other, he placed on Wright's ass and pulled them together. Godot growled at the friction.
Suddenly, he felt a strong tug on his own tie and saw Wright twist his head sharply upward, catching him off-guard and full on the mouth. Hesitantly, yet still determined, Phoenix eased his tongue into the prosecutor's mouth. Godot caught it, and returned the gesture forcefully. He tilted his head to get a better angle. Wright did the same, and pressed forward jarring their teeth together. Spurred by the shock, Godot nudged Phoenix's mouth open wider and nipped at his tongue.
"Christ, Godot," Wright panted without breaking the kiss, "Next time just ask - no need to attack m-" he trailed off in a moan as Godot slowly moved his hips up and ground their burgeoning erections together. He smirked around Wright's mouth.
With a final bite of the attorney's bottom lip, Godot broke off and began trailing down Phoenix's smooth jawline, scraping his teeth against the skin along the way. He found a soft spot just under Wright's ear and bit down, drawing a sharp buck from him. Phoenix let out a quick yelp that quickly turned into a groan at the accidental friction sending sparks up his spine. Godot finished with the tie, and left it hanging loosely around Wright's neck. He ducked his head down to the base of the other man's throat and swirled his tongue in the hollow above his collarbone.
With surprising dexterity, Phoenix moved his hands between their bodies and undid Godot's belt with a loud snap of leather. He pulled down on the zipper experimentally. Godot gave Phoenix's neck one last suck and move up to catch his mouth again. He ran his own hand (the one that had been bothering with that damnable tie) over Wright's chest, and tweaked a nipple through his shirt. Phoenix gasped softly into his mouth. In a few swift motions, Godot deftly flicked open the attorney's belt, popped open the button and shoved the rest of the offending fabric aside. He grasped Phoenix's erection (he was already close - ah, the vigor of youth) and felt the man give a full-body twitch.
Godot stroked him once - slowly - and smirked at Wright's throaty intake of breath. "Come on, boy," he murmured into the kiss, "finish what you started." Shakily, Phoenix resumed his work at the prosecutor's pants. He touched Godot's freed cock lightly with his fingers, than grabbed him firmly and pulled. Godot growled in a pleased manner and rewarded Wright with a few more strokes, before letting go entirely. Phoenix whimpered at the lost contact. Godot smiled and thrust forward a bit, into Wright's hand, and rubbed against the other man's cock. He grabbed Wright's hand and guided it to grasp them both. Phoenix took his cue and began stroking out a steady rhythm, panting heavily.
Both hands free now, Godot began undoing the buttons on Wright's shirt. As Phoenix's strokes grew in intensity, however, the prosecutor found he was quickly losing fine motor skills and with a quick mutter ("Be dammed with it!"), he ripped the other man's shirt open with a satisfying snap. "D-Damn it, I've got to go back to court today, you know," Phoenix gasped along with his strokes, "I can't go in t-there with a r-ripped s-shirt-" He bit back a moan, only somewhat successfully. Godot exhaled shakily and resisted to urge to move his hips forward into Wright's fist.
"Doesn't matter. I'll get you a new damn shirt or something later." he told Phoenix tersely. Godot ran his hand across Phoenix's abdomen, amused at how pale the lawyer was. He tweaked Wright's nipple hard and was rewarded with an odd sound from the other man (he couldn't tell if it was a squeak or another moan; all the sounds were just kinda melding together at this point). Pleased with this result, Godot pinched the same nub again and rolled it around between his fingers while he also leaned forward to attack the man's neck. This time, Phoenix let out a very audible groan that tapered off into a harsh set of pants. His strokes became faster and more rushed, and then, with a full-body shudder even Godot felt, Phoenix came. Godot felt the light spatter of cum on his vest and had the sense of mind to muffle Wright's cry with another searing kiss. Phoenix melted bonelessly against the wall, the prosecutor's force being the only thing to hold him upright.
Godot reached down between them and pulled Phoenix's hand away. He grasped himself - slick with Wright's cum - and pumped out a few furious strokes before, with harsh, growling moan, he came as well, jettisoning over the lawyer's abdomen. He rode out his orgasm with a few slower strokes, and rested his forehead on Wright's shoulder, the both of them breathing heavily.
Carefully, he moved back (slowly, in case Wright actually did fall), tucked himself in and began to re-arrange his clothing. Phoenix was still leaning unsteadily against the wall, with his cheeks flushed, eyes closed and hair in a tangled disarray. Godot turned around to the sink and started rinsing his hands off. He looked over his shoulder in the mirror at Wright, just as he was opening his eyes.
They were brown.
Godot snapped around towards Phoenix, and gasped to see that his eyes were blue again. "Something wrong, Godot?" Wright asked inanely, pushing himself up into an unsteady standing position. The lawyer zipped his pants back up, and moved past Godot to the sink, where he began wiping himself off.
".....No," the prosecutor said shakily, "Nothing at all."
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on 2007-12-02 02:28 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed it~
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on 2007-12-01 11:37 pm (UTC)Thanks for writing this!!!
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on 2007-12-02 02:32 pm (UTC)I now have the urge to go fill out some more of those gay Godot prompts....>3
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on 2007-12-01 11:55 pm (UTC)Excellent work
anon, you! My original reply still stands. ♥no subject
on 2007-12-02 02:33 pm (UTC)I'm glad it pleased you~
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on 2007-12-02 09:11 am (UTC)"4) Drink post-sex coffee. Better than cigs."
Amen to that.
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on 2007-12-02 02:35 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it~
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on 2007-12-02 09:13 am (UTC)Only 4 cups of coffee to hatch a plan? XD For some reason I can see him chugging endless cups of coffee and going flustered of how much of Mia Phoenix had in him
My favourite line?
They were brown.
♥ !
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on 2007-12-02 02:37 pm (UTC)I must remedy this...He's efficient~
♥ Thanks for reading!
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on 2007-12-03 09:48 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it again. xD
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on 2007-12-05 01:05 am (UTC)EPIC WIN
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on 2007-12-09 01:20 pm (UTC)while phoenix/miles will be no. 1 still, and godot/mia makes me incredibly happy... i think i've found myself a new pairing... O_o. i like what you've done here.
and i second the favourite part being the eye colour... that, and 'she's still alive look right there why didn't anyone tell me even I can see it and I'm fucking blind' bit. LOVE that bit.
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on 2007-12-09 04:57 pm (UTC)And I'm glad you liked that line - Godot's stream of consciousness interests me greatly.
Thanks for reading~!
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on 2008-01-26 07:49 am (UTC)*cough* That was insanely hot. Holy Jesus Christ on a motherfucking tricycle, to put it lightly 8D
So I'm new to the whole PW fandom and you have no idea how happy it makes me that I was able to find what seemed like an obscure pairing at the time within five minutes of searching. \*o*/
You win many, many shiny internets~♥
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on 2008-01-26 07:42 pm (UTC)As you will soon discover, there is no such thing as a rarepair in PW fandom. If you can think of it, someone has written it~ (Jean/Mirror wut).
God, I love this fandom.Glad you enjoyed it!
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on 2008-01-26 08:39 pm (UTC)Jean/Mirror WHUT!?But hey, an open fandom is always a good thing! 8D Especially if it involves more Godot love! \*o*/
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on 2008-01-26 10:14 pm (UTC)And the porn~.
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on 2008-01-27 11:01 pm (UTC)Dear lord. That's pure gold on a webpage @___@ *loveloveloveloveloveloveforthelink*
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on 2008-06-21 02:03 am (UTC)GodotxPhoenix has never been better XD
I feel so bad for Godot though. He's such a selfish foolish arsehole... but he was so in love with Mia. D: