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He hadn’t expected it to be this easy.
Edgeworth had spent ages waxing poetic about “that man,” gushing about how he brought back the light in his eyes and taught him what it meant to be a prosecutor or whatever. As a result, Shi-Long assumed that he had someone waiting for him back at home. There was plenty of evidence to support this theory: Edgeworth wouldn’t shut up about the guy, and he clearly had no interest in the various women throwing themselves at him during the last week of cases. It was reasonable to assume he was already spoken for.
Thankfully, Shi-Long was not particularly reasonable. Earlier that night at the Cohdopian embassy, against his better interests, he decided to shoot his shot. He hadn’t expected anything to happen. To his delight, however, he hit a bullseye, and now they were making out in his fancy Interpol-funded hotel room.
Shi-Long, unable to resist antagonizing him even in private, pressed Edgeworth up against the wall and kissed him hard. He smashed their lips together, hoping to catch him off guard with a bold opening move. Unfortunately, his gambit failed, and Shi-Long could feel that stupid little smirk of his pressing up against his mouth.
Edgeworth drew back, his eyebrow cocked. “You’re still putting up a fight? You know you’ve won already, right?”
“Force of habit. Shut up.” Shi-Long took his mouth again, swiping his tongue inside for good measure.
---
Case closed. After several years on the trail and a blazing finish, the mysteries of the KG-8 Incident were finally solved. The smuggling ring was dismantled, Cohdopia was on track to become a unified country again, and Quercus Alba would be locked away for good.
“That’s a wrap, boys. Nice work,” Shi-Long told his subordinates. They flashed him a salute and departed.
That was it, then. Shi-Long let out a huge sigh and dropped his shoulders. That was enough bravado for one day. His leg ached, and his heart ached even more. He had never expected Shih-na, of all people… no. Now was no time to dwell on it. He had one more mistake to make before he went home. He didn’t want any regrets for lack of trying.
This was a stupid idea. They’d only known each other for a few days, and they had spent most of that time bickering with each other on the job. It made no damn sense how much he wanted Edgeworth in the first place, all things considered. He figured it was a one-way ticket to rejection, but what the hell. At least it wouldn’t be a prolonged, awkward affair. They’d both be out on flights the next morning, they’d never have to see each other again, and Shi-Long could lick his wounds in private. Might as well get it over with.
“Hey, Mr. Prosecutor. You got a minute?” Shi-Long asked Edgeworth, keeping his voice casual despite that obnoxious throb in his chest.
Edgeworth turned around. “What is it?” he asked. He looked just as worn down as Shi-Long, if not more so. Couldn’t say he blamed him: before this whole disaster of a case, he’d already been accused of murder twice and kidnapped. He’d had a hell of a week, and it showed all over his body.
“You look like shit,” he blurted before he could stop himself.
Edgeworth frowned. “Have you really just come here to insult me?” he asked.
Oops. Not the reaction he was aiming for.
No matter. He could turn this around. “Not this time,” he said, putting on a smug face. “In fact, I came here to make you an offer.”
Edgeworth shifted his weight from one foot to the other, taking a moment to decide how to respond. As tired as he was, curiosity got the better of him. “What kind of offer?” he asked.
“All right, Mr. Prosecutor. I’ll be blunt. The past few days have been rough on both of us, and I think we could both use some company. If you’re looking for some… respite, you’re welcome to join me in my hotel room, no strings attached.”
Edgeworth looked confused for a few seconds, but then his eyes shot wide open. “Wait. You’re propositioning me?”
It would be too easy to tease him, but the last thing he wanted was to accidentally insult him again. That would be pretty counterintuitive when trying to get in his pants, after all. “Yes,” he said simply.
There. It was done. Nothing left to do now but wait for an answer.
“O-oh,” Edgeworth stuttered, his eyes lowering to the ground. “I see.” A flush spread across his cheeks.
Ah. Damn.
It stung, but Shi-Long tried not to look too dejected. “Look, forget I said anything,” he said, waving his hand. “I know you’ve got that one guy back home, and I knew it was a long shot when I asked, but--”
“I didn’t say no,” Edgeworth said quietly.
Now it was Shi-Long’s turn to stare at him slack-jawed. “Oh,” he said. “Huh.”
Edgeworth couldn’t help but snicker at him. “What? Did you already decide I would reject you before I even opened my mouth?”
“Well, yeah, kinda,” Shi-Long grunted.
“Do you want me to reject you?”
“Of course not!”
“Then don’t do it for me,” Edgeworth huffed. “Either way, believe it or not, I’m interested. I could use something to keep my mind off the past few days, and I suspect you could use a bit of a distraction yourself.”
A distraction. Not the most generous way of putting it, but it wasn’t exactly wrong, either. Sure, he’d grown to really like this guy over the last week -- a lot more than he’d like to admit, in fact -- but even he wasn’t foolish enough to think this could be anything more than a fun little diversion, a spicy memory to look back on. Their paths went in different directions, and neither of them would dare stray from their own.
Still, Shi-Long couldn’t let slip this serendipitous point where their paths crossed. “So… my place, 8 o’clock?”
Edgeworth nodded.
---
Edgeworth drew back, his lips swollen and hair askew. “I’m surprised you even wanted this,” he said. “I thought you said you could never forgive prosecutors. What makes me an exception?”
“You’re not,” Shi-Long whispered in his ear. He scraped his teeth along his neck, and bit down at the tender juncture where it met his shoulder. He was rewarded with a sharp hiss, and he drew back to admire his handiwork, a fresh bruise blooming against pale skin. “But I don’t need to forgive them to fuck them, do I?” With a touch that was far too gentle in comparison to his words, he stroked his cheek.
“Fair enough,” Edgeworth said. To his surprise, he closed his eyes and leaned into the touch, cradling Shi-Long’s hand in his own. Wordlessly, he took his forefinger into his mouth and sucked on it, offered him proof that his mouth could do so much more than banter with him. He let it the proffered digit slide out from between his lips, leaving behind a thin line of drool with a sly smile.
Well, well. The fancy man had an unrefined side after all. Shi-Long hummed in approval, and slid his leg -- the good one -- in between Edgeworth’s thighs. He pinned him against the wall and ground his hips into him.
Edgeworth’s hands roamed over his body. He carded his hands through his hair, scratched down his spine, gave his ass a light squeeze. He started to slide his hand down his thigh, but accidentally rubbed up against the bullet wound.
“Ngh!” Shi-Long winced as a sharp pain flared through his leg.
Edgeworth pulled back quickly, as if he’d been burned. “Oh, Lang, I’m sorry,” he said, cringing. “I should have been more careful around your injury, and--”
No. He did not want this to stop over a stupid mistake like that. “It’s fine,” Shi-Long said through gritted teeth. He forced it into a smile. “It only grazed me. Don’t worry about it, pretty boy.”
In that instant, he felt something move against his other leg. If he wasn’t mistaken, that was...
Shi-Long’s forced smile turned genuine. He chuckled to himself. “Oh, wow. You actually like it when I call you pretty boy, don’t you?”
Edgeworth’s cock twitched against him again, confirming his suspicion. He muttered something under his breath.
“What was that, sweetheart?” he teased.
Edgeworth swallowed. His face was burning red. “Only here,” he said. “Only when we’re alone.”
Shi-Long felt his own skin beginning to flush. He didn’t expect such a direct and honest response, and he couldn’t stand how much it made his heart stir. All he could do was give him an affirmative nod and take him by the mouth again before he could say something he’d regret. He was already playing with fire by sleeping with him, but speaking too much would stoke the flames beyond something he could control. He locked their lips tightly together, trapping these foolish words inside until he could swallow them down.
After a vigorous but short-lived battle to squash down that vulnerability, Shi-Long let it smoulder into something slower, deeper. He tried to clear his head of all thoughts, focusing entirely on physical pleasure. He let his body act on instinct, indulge in this feast for the senses: the scent of musk and fancy shampoo, the stiff fabric of his jacket clutched in his fingers, the soft moans, the tang of sweat against his tongue.
Before he’d realized it, Edgeworth had softened in his arms, letting Shi-Long take the lead. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, the stress of the job, or the abnormally high number of personal issues they were facing, but the past few days had worn down his hard, professional exterior into something he’d probably never meant to show anyone. Shi-Long wasn’t even sure he’d wanted to see it. Getting this close was dangerous, for both of them. “You sure you’re up for this?” he asked. “You seem like you would benefit more from a nap than a one-night stand.”
To his surprise, Edgeworth grabbed his shoulders. As weary as his face was, his eyes were filled with determination. “I want this,” he said. “The past week has been... too much. Please, make me forget. Even if it’s just for a few minutes, I want to forget.”
There he was, getting unexpectedly intense again. Shi-Long couldn’t take that right now. He had to put some distance between them and remind him that they were still rivals. He let go of Edgeworth and stepped back. “Strip for me,” he said.
“Pardon?” Edgeworth asked.
“I said strip,” he growled. He lifted his chin with one finger. “You want to forget? I’ll make you forget.”
He’d only meant to boss him around a little. He intended to rile him up a bit, put him on the defensive so that he’d stop being so damn intimate. He wanted him to fight back, to tell him to back off, to snuff out this intense atmosphere with some clever banter so they could get back to their casual fling.
He hadn’t expected him to actually listen to him.
Shi-Long watched, slack-jawed, as Edgeworth began to remove his clothes. What he saw next made his heart leap into his throat, but once the initial shock wore off, he looked him up and down with a low whistle, breaking out into a wolfish grin.
Edgeworth had shed his suit to reveal a pair of red satin panties, outlined with a soft white lace that provided a delicate contrast to the overt bulge that strained beneath it. But that wasn’t all: his legs, neatly shaven, flaunted a silky pair of sheer thigh highs, which outlined his taut muscles and pale skin. They were held up by a simple black garter belt, completing the classic ensemble. Though his face burned with embarrassment, Edgeworth still had the guts to flash him a cheeky smirk.
“Full of surprises tonight, aren’t you, pretty boy?” Shi-Long said, his voice a low rumble as he stepped closer. To his satisfaction, he watched the bulge in Edgeworths’ panties twitch against the fabric. All of this over a silly pet name. It was too cute.
“I couldn’t resist,” Edgeworth said. “It seems I’ve grown a little too attached to our petty rivalry. Even now, it’s just too much fun to catch you off guard.”
“Hah! I’ll concede that you pulled it off, little pup. Gotta say, it’s awful flattering, knowing you went to so much effort just for little old me. Now tell me,” he said, tracing a finger up the sheer fabric on his thigh. “Did you have this ready to go in your little suitcase when you flew out to Cohdopia, or did you buy them special, just for tonight? Do you always shave your legs, or was it just for me?” He pinched the waistband of his panties between his fingers, and snapped them against his skin. “Were you thinking about how I’d fuck you tonight when you slipped these on?”
Edgeworth swallowed, but did not back down. “That’s classified,” he said coyly.
“Fine by me,” said Shi-Long. “Keep your secrets if you must. Either way, I’m gonna make the most of it. Now get on the bed.”
Again, Edgeworth obeyed him, silently taking his place on the plush hotel bedspread. His legs dangled off the edge of the mattress, spread open just enough to give Shi-Long a tantalizing little peek.
Shi-Long knelt down in front of the bed, nestling himself right between those luscious legs. He ran a hand up one of Edgeworth’s calves, splaying his fingertips across the scratchy fabric before giving it a squeeze. They were nice calves: firm and shapely, with a satisfying taper down to his prominent ankles.
What really caught Shi-Long’s attention, however, were those thighs.
They weren’t huge, exactly, but he was pleasantly surprised at how defined the musculature was on them. Edgeworth didn’t seem like much of a fitness buff, but it didn’t shock him all that much to find a little muscle on him, especially after all the running around he’d seen him do. “Not bad, pretty boy,” he said, admiring them. “It’s like Lang Zi says: sharpen the body, sharpen the mind. Looks like you’ve taken that creed to heart.”
Edgeworth rolled his eyes. “That one’s Juvenal, actually. Mens sana in corpore sano.”
“Whatever, same shit.” He slid his hand up the back of his leg and kneaded into the flesh, relishing in the contrast between supple skin and rock hard muscle. His stocking-clad thighs tastefully blurred the lines between masculine and feminine, in the same way that Edgeworth himself did. Even before stripping him down, Lang appreciated that duality in him: the sharp suit with the frilly cravat, the soft hair framing his strong jaw, his logical arguments dressed in flowery speech. Those thighs -- the sinuous tendon and protruding muscle, in stark contrast with the smooth skin and delicate fabric -- made a perfect showpiece for that duality.
Shi-Long wanted to rip his outfit to shreds and unravel him on the spot, but that wouldn’t be satisfying for either of them. After how much work Edgeworth had put into that little getup, it would be tragic if he simply discarded it like cheap wrapping paper. Instead, he unclipped the garters, one at a time, and let the straps dangle. He rolled the first stocking down, brushing the pads of his fingers along silken skin as he slipped it off. He placed it on the floor before turning his attention to the other leg.
This time, he gripped the cuff of the second stocking with his teeth, pulling it down to the knee in one fluid motion. He paused to look Edgeworth in the eye, locking eye contact with him as he slowly, slowly, slowly slid it off with his mouth. He let it fall to the carpet and watched the outline of Edgeworth’s cock squirm in response. A bead of precome welled up at the tip, leaving a tiny wet smudge on the fabric.
His own cock rubbed against his leather pants, aching to spring free, but it still wasn’t time to pounce. He wanted to draw it out, give himself a little extra material for the spank bank until they met again. Of course, that was only if they met again, but if they didn’t… well, at least they could make it a goodbye to remember.
“Lang?” Edgeworth said, peering at him from on top of the bed.
Shi-Long snapped out of it. What was he doing, stopping to think at a time like this? He gave a dry laugh. “Sorry, Mr. Prosecutor. Got distracted.” He nestled his head between Edgeworth’s thighs, rubbing up against the newly exposed skin, and gripped them from behind, savoring the way the muscle tensed up against his nails. He licked a stripe up his inner thigh, then bit down on the sensitive skin.
Edgeworth threw his head back, and a guttural moan escaped from his lips.
Oh. He liked that, did he?
He did it again, and was promptly rewarded with a long, raspy sigh. He felt Edgeworth’s fingers raking through his hair, encouraging him to continue. Shi-Long gladly obliged, roaming over the sensitive skin of his inner thighs with his lips and tongue. He left little marks all over him, dotting his skin like a canvas with tiny bruises and indentations.
Edgeworth squirmed beneath him. “Lang,” he moaned, his mouth dry.
Shi-Long drew back from him, saliva dripping down to his chin. “You getting close, pretty boy?” He traced a finger along the now rock-hard bulge in his panties.
As if that weren’t confirmation enough, Edgeworth nodded. God, he looked so good like this: completely disheveled, panting heavily, eyes half lidded. He took a moment to sear the image in his mind, then hooked his fingers under the waistband. He shimmied the underwear off his hips and pulled it down to his ankles, watching Edgeworth’s cock spring free. With no further preamble, he took it into his mouth.
It didn’t take much. Poor Edgeworth was wound up so tight that it only took about a minute to get him off. As soon as he could feel him coming, Shi-Long pulled his mouth away at the last second. Edgeworth’s thighs, which were already raw and slick with mingled sweat and spit, were soon splattered with come as well, sticky and dripping and shining beneath him. He was a hot, gorgeous mess.
But Shi-Long wasn’t finished with him yet. “Get up,” he said. As Edgeworth got himself off the bed, he fumbled with his belt and yanked off his pants. “Lean up against the wall. Legs together.”
He spat into his hand and lubed up his dick and watched him do as he was told. “Good boy,” he murmured, pressing his chest up against his back. “Now hold still for me, all right?” With an elbow braced against the wall and a hand on Edgeworth’s waist, he shifted his hips, sliding himself right in between those thighs with a satisfying squelch. He sighed into Edgeworth’s shoulder as he engulfed himself in wet, velvet heat.
God, he was so tight. Edgeworth was such a good listener: he kept his legs closed firmly, to the point that there was a slight tremor in his muscles. Out of respect for that effort, Shi-Long picked up the pace. He began to thrust in and out of his thighs, fire building up in his abdomen as he brought himself closer and closer to the edge.
In his fervor, he sunk his teeth into Edgeworth’s neck again, biting down nearly hard enough to break the skin. Edgeworth groaned loudly in response, his face contorted in sublime pain as Shi-Long slammed his hips into him again and again. The slap of skin against skin echoed against the walls, punctuated with heavy breathing and the occasional grunt.
Shi-Long’s wounded leg began to protest -- after all, this much exertion after getting shot probably wasn’t good for it -- but he pushed that pain aside. He could handle it. Right now, all that mattered to him was satisfying that primal urge to fuck this pretty boy raw. So that’s what he did: he fucked him and fucked him and fucked him, his groans giving way to unabashed cries of ecstasy as he frantically pumped his cock in between his legs.
He came so damn hard that tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. After riding out the aftershocks, his body slumped up against Edgeworth and he struggled to catch his breath. “Fuck,” he wheezed. “That was… that was really something.”
“Are you all right?” Edgeworth asked, bracing both of them against the wall.
“Yeah, I’m good,” Shi-Long said. “Just give me a sec.” He took a few moments to rest, leaning against Edgeworth’s back before standing back up. As nice as he felt, though, it was probably better to take the weight off his lower body. His legs wobbled a little bit as he made his way over to the bed and sat on the edge of it. With a sigh of relief, he flopped onto his back. His wound ached, but it didn’t stand a chance against the endorphins washing over him. Tomorrow would be a different story, but for now he simply chose to bask in the afterglow. He patted the spot next to him.
After cleaning himself up with a towel, Edgeworth took his invitation. He lied down next to him, staring up at the ceiling.
Shi-Long patted him on the knee. “You did good, pretty boy,” he said.
Edgeworth smiled. “You weren’t half bad yourself. I think we both needed this.”
“Yeah.”
They lay there in silent post-coital bliss for a minute or two, but even Shi-Long could only handle being sticky and gross for so long. They took turns using the shower, and when Shi-Long came out of the bathroom, wrapped in a plush white towel, he was slightly disappointed to see that Edgeworth had already changed back into his full suit. “What, you’re not going to spend the night?” he said playfully, hoping he didn’t sound as dejected as he felt.
“I hadn’t planned on it,” Edgeworth said. “I have a flight to catch tomorrow morning, after all.”
“Oh, right.” Shi-Long chastised himself internally. Of course he wasn’t going to spend the night. It was just a fling. He needed to stop getting so attached. “Well, have a good night then. Safe travels.”
Edgeworth tilted his head. “Lang… do you want me to spend the night?”
Hell yeah he did. “Nah, that’s all right,” he said.
To his surprise, Edgeworth smirked. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Shi-Long said, scratching his head. He looked down at the floor. “So… yeah. I’d be down to spend the night with you. If you’re feeling up to it, that is. No pressure.”
“That’s more like it,” Edgeworth said. “It would be my pleasure.”
---
The next morning, when Shi-Long woke up, Edgeworth was gone. That in itself wasn’t much of a surprise, considering Edgeworth had a red-eye flight to catch, but he was mildly annoyed that he’d managed to sleep right through it. He wished he could have given him a better goodbye, but there was nothing he could do about it now.
As he started changing back into his clothes, he noticed a couple of items left behind on the dresser. There was a cup of cheap hotel coffee waiting for him, which had since gone cold while he was sleeping. Aww. That was sweet of him.
What really caught his interest, though, was the other item on the shelf. Edgeworth had left behind a nice little souvenir: that cute little pair of satin panties he’d worn the night before. He picked it up and took a whiff, remembering just how gorgeous Edgeworth had looked in them as he caught the scent of sweat and cologne.
He smiled and stuffed it into his suitcase. It was too bad he couldn’t have Edgeworth to himself, but at the very least, this made for a decent consolation prize.
Though their encounter was brief and fleeting, like cherry blossom petals on the wind, Shi-Long was glad to have had that smouldering night together. After all, according to Lang Zi, ferocious love blooms with each new spring. If he could weather the seasons, maybe that pretty flower would find his way back into his hands again.