Phoenix slicked back his hair one more time. He was nervous, as always. He had all the evidence he needed, the prosecution had a witness testimony with more holes than Swiss cheese, and Maya was by his side. Everything was going to be ok.
But he was still nervous.
Suddenly, the Steel Samurai theme song started playing out of nowhere. Phoenix looked around, shocked, before he realised that it was just his phone. He laughed to himself and looked down. It was a text from Edgeworth.
“I know you’re probably nervous, Wright, but you’ll be fine. I believe in you.”
Phoenix smiled to himself, but was shocked again when his phone buzzed another time. It was Edgeworth again.
Just one kiss. Phoenix could imagine Edgeworth sending his first message, before begrudgingly deciding he should be more romantic. He was probably sat at his desk in his office, cup of tea in hand, feeling pretty stupid. It made Phoenix smile harder.
He looked at his watch. He had ten minutes until the trial started. He felt much calmer now.
A bailiff was calling his name. He walked briskly over to Phoenix.
“Mr Wright, sir, I’ve been told to inform you that the trial has been pushed back by half an hour.”
“Wh-whaaat??” cried Phoenix, staggering backwards.
“Also,” continued the bailiff, “Prosecutor von Karma would like to see you in his chambers.”
Phoenix was about to cry out once more, but the bailiff took off purposefully, returning to his post by the door. Phoenix felt all his calm melt away and be replaced with fear. Von Karma? Chambers?? Delayed??? This didn’t sound good.
But what choice did he have? He grabbed his court record and headed off to find Von Karma. God knew what would be waiting for him.
Phoenix arrived outside von Karma’s door a few minutes later. He nervously slicked his hair back for good measure, and knocked loudly.
“Enter!” snapped a harsh voice from within.
Phoenix swallowed, then gently opened the door. Manfred von Karma was sat behind his desk, idly looking at papers, a glass in his hand. His eyes darted up over his papers, but his head didn’t move.
“Ah, Mr Phoenix Wright,” said von Karma. “Please, take a seat.”
Phoenix nervously walked towards von Karma’s desk, pulling a seat out from opposite the imposing man before him. The chair squeaked against the floor, causing Phoenix to wince, but von Karma’s eyes had returned to his papers. Phoenix sat down cautiously. Von Karma took a swig from his glass.
A few moments passed in absolute silence. Phoenix started to sweat slightly. What did he want?
Suddenly, von Karma finished his drink, and put his papers aside. He neatly placed everything back where he clearly felt they belonged, and turned to Phoenix, his arms folded in front of him.
“Now then, Mr Wright…” von Karma began. Phoenix swallowed again. He was starting to seriously panic.
“It’s come to my attention that you are… how can I put this politely… seeing? One of my children?”
Phoenix flinched. Von Karma’s children?? But he only had his daughter, Franziska, and she was in Germany!
“Ah, I can see you are confused,” said von Karma. “I am of course referring to Miles Edgeworth.”
“B-but he’s not your son!!” cried Phoenix, sweating.
“So you don’t deny it then?” replied von Karma.
Phoenix bit his lip, and dropped his head. “N-no… I don’t.”
Von Karma snapped his fingers, and smiled wrily. Phoenix’s sweating got worse. What was von Karma’s deal??
“Good. I’d hate to see you try and pull one of your little… ‘turnabouts’ on that rumour.”
Von Karma stood up and began to walk around his desk.
“Miles Edgeworth may not be my blood relation, but I raised that boy to the man he is today. That makes me his father, and him my son. Do you follow so far?”
“Now, I have no issue with the two of you… frolicking together. What I do take issue with… is you, Mr Wright.”
Von Karma stopped in front his desk, and leaned against it, no more than a few inches from where Phoenix was sat, shivering in fear.
“You see, Mr Wright… I don’t know what kind of man you are.”
Von Karma looked down sharply at Phoenix, who visibly shook. Von Karma’s power was overwhelming.
“And I don’t know if you are… worthy of seeing my son.”
“OBJECTION!” Phoenix cried, standing up suddenly. “Miles and I are in love, and it doesn’t matter what you think!”
Phoenix suddenly clapped his hand around his mouth. LOVE??!? Did he really just say that?
But von Karma just looked at the ground and smiled his wretched smile. Phoenix couldn’t get a read on him still. Where was this going.
“That may be…” muttered von Karma, “but I’m afraid I need more… evidence.”
Von Karma’s hand snapped up from his side and grabbed Phoenix’s shoulder, who flinched in fear. But von Karma’s grip wasn’t very strong. It was… gentle, almost.
“Mr Wright… Phoenix…” said von Karma, “I… want to give you… a perfect trial.”
P-perfect… trial? Phoenix couldn’t make heads nor tails of it. He felt von Karma’s presence shift from harsh to almost warm… or as warm as a von Karma could be. Phoenix almost felt relaxed…
…and then von Karma’s lips were on his.
Phoenix staggered back, detaching himself from von Karma’s face. Von Karma just stood there, smiling that same smile. But it felt more gentle now, instead of shrewd. Phoenix was so confused.
“Wh-what are you doing??” cried Phoenix.
“I… apologise,” said von Karma, still smiling, “I may have been… a little too forward.”
Von Karma stepped towards Phoenix, who took a step back of his own.
“Come now, Mr Wright,” said von Karma, “we both know that you were enjoying that.”
His fingers snapped and pointed to Phoenix’s crotch, where a bulge was already beginning to grow.
“I only want to make sure that my son will be… satisfied.”
Phoenix swallowed again. It’s true. He was enjoying it. Von Karma’s overpowering presence was actually a huge turn-on, and his directness, while catching him off-guard, was something Phoenix liked in Edgeworth. He was beginning to see where the younger man had picked up his habits.
“So, Mr Wright,” said von Karma, softly, “shall we try this again?”
Phoenix stood rooted to the spot. He didn’t want to betray Edgeworth. But at the same time, if he didn’t do this now, would von Karma ever let the two of them be happy? He was too scared to say anything. All he could manage was a nod.
Von Karma’s smile grew, and he stepped forward once more, taking Phoenix’s head in his firm hand as he did so. He brought their mouths together, and this time Phoenix didn’t resist. He moved his hand around von Karma’s waist, pressing his mouth against the older man’s, feeling the other’s tongue enter his mouth. His bulge grew some more, pressing into von Karma’s leg, who reacted by kissing more harshly. His hand grew tighter on Phoenix’s head, keeping him locked in place. It felt… it felt really good.
Von Karma sharply pulled himself away, breathing heavily. He stepped back from Phoenix towards his desk, and leaned on it once more. He then started to unbutton his trousers while Phoenix watched, nervous and excited all at once.
“Now then, Mr Wright…” said von Karma, “let’s see how you handle this piece of evidence…”
Von Karma slid his trousers and underwear down, revealing a hard, throbbing dick. Phoenix was taken aback once more. It was… it was huge! So much bigger than Edgeworth’s. Phoenix thought he wouldn’t be able to handle it, but von Karma barked sharply at him, bringing him out of his stupor.
“Mr Wright!” called von Karma, “get over here post-haste!”
Phoenix fell to his knees in front of von Karma’s thing obediently, and immediately engulfed the huge member in his mouth. Von Karma groaned loudly, his hand immediately grasping Phoenix’s hair and holding it roughly. Phoenix gagged slightly as von Karma pushed his dick further into Phoenix’s mouth and held him there, clearly savouring the moment, before pushing Phoenix’s head away so he could breathe.
“Are you enjoying yourself, Mr Wright?” asked von Karma. Phoenix nodded.
“Good,” said von Karma. “Continue.”
Phoenix once more took von Karma’s dick into his mouth eagerly, feeling his shaft take up his whole mouth, and moved his head back and forth, taking more in with each motion. Von Karma banged his fist on his desk, groaning more and more, before he couldn’t resist and grabbed Phoenix’s hair again. He held Phoenix’s head in place and roughly fucked his mouth, moaning with each thrust. Phoenix let himself be taken control of, and was enjoying it so much that he decided to start tugging at his own member. Von Karma noticed and immediately stopped, pushing Phoenix to the ground.
“No!” cried von Karma, angrily. “You will do as I say, and nothing more!”
Phoenix nodded, and removed his hand from his own throbbing dick. Von Karma snapped his fingers again, and shook his head. He reached over his desk into his drawer, and pulled out a small black object. It took Phoenix a second to recognise that it was von Karma’s favourite tool… his taser.
“Bad boys like you must be punished by daddy,” said von Karma, harshly. “Do you understand?”
Phoenix nodded once again, tensing up. Von Karma flicked the taser on with a touch so subtle Phoenix barely noticed it. Von Karma knelt down next to Phoenix’s hard dick and gently touched it with the taser. It was on its lowest setting, but the pain was excruciating. Phoenix loved every moment of it.
Von Karma stood up again, and looked down at Phoenix’s quivering body.
“Stand up, Mr Wright,” he said.
“Y-yes… daddy,” replied Phoenix.
He stood up, his legs shaking, and felt von Karma’s hand on the back of his neck. Von Karma pushed Phoenix over his desk, sending the papers he had been reading earlier flying off into the corner of the room.
“Making a mess, are we, Mr Wright?” asked von Karma, sarcastically. “I do hope you understand the consequences.”
Von Karma pulled Phoenix’s trousers and underwear down to his knees, and thrust the taser straight onto Phoenix’s bare behind. He yelped in pain, his body shaking with electricity. Von Karma removed the taser from his body as sharply as it had been put there, and tossed it aside. Then he took his place behind Phoenix, and pinned his head down on the desk with one hand while guiding himself into Phoenix’s waiting ass with the other.
“Are you ready, Mr Wright?” asked von Karma. “You’re about to feel the level of perfection we von Karmas have dedicated our lives for.”
Phoenix could hardly speak, and once again nodded. Von Karma grinned wildly, and slammed his hard dick straight into Phoenix, who cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. Von Karma retreated slightly, before slamming him again, and again. Von Karma’s groans drowned out Phoenix’s moans as he felt von Karma’s rock-hard thing drive into him over and over, unable to get himself off. Von Karma realised this, and slid his hand around Phoenix’s cock, pulling it out of his trousers and jerking it hard and fast.
Phoenix cried out in pure pleasure, grasping the desk with both hands, as von Karma pounded his prostate while roughly jerking off his cock. The two men writhed in pleasure, von Karma occasionally letting go of Phoenix’s head to slam his fist on the table, before returning it to the back of Phoenix’s neck. Sweat poured from both men’s bodies, until von Karma suddenly spoke.
“Now, Mr Wright, let me show you why a von Karma never loses!”
His grip tightened even harder on Phoenix’s dick, who couldn’t hold it in any longer, and came all over von Karma’s desk. Von Karma, enjoying the sight, came inside Phoenix’s ass simultaneously. His moans echoed throughout the room as all the tension fell out of his body, and his grip on Phoenix loosened almost immediately.
The two men stood for a moment, panting, trying to catch their breath. Von Karma straightened up suddenly, redressing himself, and returning to his usual calm demeanour within an instant. Phoenix had no such luck. He was still twitching from his orgasm, whilst panicking about the mess he had made.
“Mr Wright, please, compose yourself,” said von Karma, gently. “Do not worry about the mess. I will have… someone come and clean it up right away.”
Phoenix sheepishly redressed himself, feeling von Karma’s hot mess fall gently into his underwear. Sheesh. Would he even have time to change before the trial?
…wait. THE TRIAL!!
“W-we’re supposed to be in court!!” cried Phoenix, entering full panic mode. But von Karma just smiled, as he always did.
“Don’t worry, Mr Wright,” he said. “I have found us some… suitable replacements.”
This only made Phoenix worry more.
“Oh, and Mr Wright?”
Phoenix looked up, and found von Karma’s eyes staring him down.
“You were… satisfactory. You have my permission to see Edgeworth.”
Phoenix’s face lit up slightly. Then it fell again. Edgeworth. He’d betrayed him for what he thought was a good reason. But how could he tell Edgeworth about what had happened? Could he ever confess?
Phoenix snapped out of it once more to find von Karma stood by the door, holding it open.
“I thank you for coming by. Now, if you don’t mind…”
Phoenix froze, then nodded in understanding, and hurried out. He had to see what was going on at his trial.
Phoenix arrived at the court’s waiting room an hour later for his trial. He couldn’t believe it. What would he say to the judge? Did von Karma actually have replacements organised?
At that moment, the courtroom doors opened, and out stepped Edgeworth, looking perfectly composed as always. Phoenix gasped. Had… Edgeworth been his opposition all along?
“Ah, Wright,” said Edgeworth. “You missed quite a trial.”
Phoenix stood in front of Edgeworth, panting. His mind was catching up with his body. Why had Edgeworth come out from the defence’s side? And why was Maya with him?
“Oh, didn’t you hear, Nick?” said Maya. “Mr Edgeworth stepped in for you at the last minute! He was amazing out there! Maybe even better then you!”
Gee, thanks Maya, thought Phoenix, looking at Edgeworth. Edgeworth looked at him curiously, before shrugging and shaking his head.
“It was an open and shut case, Wright,” he said. “I don’t see why you were so worried. It was almost the perfect trial.”
Phoenix shuddered. He never wanted to think about a perfect trial ever again.