Things I'll never say

[miyuskye]

Un'altra fanfiction che ho voluto scrivere, da febbraio, ma nessun prompt mi ha mai ispirata. M2 was a blessing! <3 Non ho mai scritto così tanto NSFW così ravvicinato.

M2, sesta settimana.
Prompt: Basorexia (Inglese). Fame, forte desiderio di baciare.
Fandom: Dai Gyakuten Saiban / The Great Ace Attorney
Pairing: Asougi/Barok. mentioned AsoRyuu
Warning: NSFW. E basta, lo giuro.

- Mister Asougi, - The grave voice of the older Prosecutor made the other one raise his eyes from the paperwork he was working on. Asougi had never heard him so worried; true, he often lost his patience in court – especially when Naruhodou was involved – but, outside from those situations – he had always seen his mentor - if he could be called that – always calm and collected. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but whatever Prosecutor Barok was going to tell him was causing him a great deal of stress. He wondered what it was. He was aware that the Prosecutor, like himself, had to pass through plenty of burdens and charges, most of them coming literally from the Old Bailey itself. A certain part of him wanted to think that he deserved it; after all, his father never came back to his home in Japan because of his brother and the twisted legal system of England. Barok also blamed Genshin and all the Japanese people altogether; that was to say that the premises for them working together weren’t as good.

 However. After Naruhodou was able to bring the truth out of that case, Prosecutor Barok’s attitude changed drastically: towards Naruhodou, of course, but towards Asougi, too. He felt that he was more involved emotionally when he was teaching him about the legal system, he could hear a faint hint of joy when they were discussing law, almost like he was talking to a friend. He knew better than consider himself something so close to the other, but he liked being near him somehow.

 - I have something to ask of you… - Barok began.

 Asougi raised his eyebrow. The matter was becoming more and more interesting.

 - Do you know the new Chief of Justice? He filled Sir Vortex’s position recently. – He went on. Asougi could clearly feel that the other was kind of stalling the conversation. Was this hard for him to talk about this?

 - Mister Enfield, right? I saw you two talking in the hallways yesterday when I was returning here to our office after my last trial. Do you know him? – Asougi knew he was direct, but that was the only way to get the other to talk. At those words, Barok widened his eyes and his breath stopped for a moment.

 - Yes… I do know him. I’ve known him for a long time. – His eyes wandered to the painting of his brother held in the office. – He was… a dear friend to him. They were both under the same mentor. The man Vortex made my brother kill… - That last sentence was unnecessary. Asougi felt that he didn’t want to talk about that matter so much that he would bring such a thing from the past to deviate from the main topic.

 - What of him? Did he tell you something about a case? – Asougi wanted to know what Barok was about to tell him.

 - No. He did not. – Barok was furrowing his brow. Asougi asked himself if he was trying to intimidate him and why he went to him in the first place if he didn’t want to talk about it.

 The older prosecutor let out a frustrated sigh.

 - He invited me to the reception. He organized it for his birthday. – He finally said. What? That was it? Why was he so flustered over something so trivial? Asougi couldn’t really understand. At receptions, usually, there was also good wine and he imagined that an estimator such as Barok would enjoy it quite a lot. He decided to went along with him.

 - Yeah? What about that? – Perhaps he didn’t like social events. He didn’t quite look like the social type to him. It wasn’t like they knew each other a lot. True, things calmed down between them after the resolution of The Professor’s case but, apart from some casual chat after work or between paperwork, Asougi couldn’t say that he knew a lot about that mysterious man. He often wondered if he maintained an air of secrecy around him on purpose or if he was doing it unconsciously. He was inclined to say the truth lied in the latter case, based on what he could deduce.

 - I… don’t really like going. – Apparently, Asougi was right about Barok not being really interested in those events. – It’s not like I detest these kinds of events per se. It’s that… events organized by Chief Enfield tend to be a little stressful for me. – Barok was still going in circles about the matter, not telling whatever he wanted to say directly.

 Asougi remained silent, waiting for the other to continue.

 - The point is, during these events he always tries to… introduce me to a possible spouse for me… his friends’ sisters, his colleagues’ daughters… it’s becoming kind of tiring lately. –

 Asougi widened his eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He wanted to laugh at Barok’s problem, but he was afraid that the other’s reaction wouldn’t be pleasant.

 - You know, it’s strange. Usually, people are faced with the opposite problem. -

 - I think that the main problem is that I come from a distinguished family, so a lot of people see the gain in trying to get close to us. Besides, being the only known heir to the van Zieks is something that intrigues many… I thought that after the Professor’s case they would calm down seeing as my brother was actually the Professor who shocked London in terror all along; I was wrong. Apparently, the prestige and the money my family’s name carries blinds people completely. Yesterday I was returning here after a trial and he withheld me in his office with talks about my age, about the importance of settling down… it was a bit overwhelming. -

 Well, once he got it out, he went with it at full force. Asougi never saw his mentor venting like that.

 - Well, it is a stressful situation. May I help? – He didn’t know what advice he could give him. He had never been in that kind of situation before. Growing up in the Mitsuba household, where persona freedom and aspirations were valued above everything else, he never felt pressured to build a family whatsoever as long as he was pursuing a path he loved in his life. Suddenly, he felt really grateful to Yuujin for allowing him to grow up this way. Not that Genshin would have been any different. He was sure about that. Probably, if he was still alive, he could have also voiced his opinion with the people of the van Zieks family.

 At Asougi’s words, Barok let out a sigh.

 - I know it’s strange coming from my part but… would you do me the favor of accompanying me to the reception? I feel that if there is someone with me, Chief Enfield might tone down his proposals. At least, I hope so. -

 Asougi laughed.

 - Well, I can get behind it, all right. I’m not very used to these kinds of social gatherings, but I feel like it will be all right. Uh, thanks for inviting me, I guess? – He didn’t know if it was proper to thank him for the invitation under such circumstances.

 Barok grinned.

 - It was my pleasure. –

The main hall was big, bigger than any place Asougi had ever been. The room was well illuminated with elegant and refined chandeliers. There were butlers walking around the crowd, asking guests if they needed something, from the most refined foods, to the most high-quality wines. Asougi was a bit overwhelmed by all that luxury: even in Japan, where he lived in a prestigious family, he wasn’t used to these kinds of receipts. Barok, from his part, looked like he was at ease. Not that he liked being in that kind of atmosphere too much, but he was indeed familiar to the rich people in sophisticated dresses chatting idly about trivial matters in small circles. Asougi kept following him, hoping that he wouldn’t be a bother; after all, he was invited by Barok himself in order for him to have someone to pretend he was talking to. Thus, it was preferable that he stuck to his side as much as possible. Asougi followed Barok as he took some food from the buffet table and had his wine poured from an elegantly dressed butler.

 - I’m not really a fan of the food here, but I guess those ingredients are so high quality that they make up for everything else. – Asougi didn’t want to tease Barok, who was doing his best to fix his opinion of Japanese people; he just wanted to be honest.

 - I admit the food is not the best that there is; however if we’re talking about wine that’s a different story. – The English prosecutor retorted while shaking lightly in circles his glass. The red wine in it followed his movements smoothly.

 - I know of your strong liking of wine; I mean, I opened a lot of bottles for you. Don’t tell me you forgot. -

 - I would never. This Godly nectar always remembers who did good deeds for its sake. -

 Barok smiled. Asougi looked at him as he was drinking several ‘Godly Chalices’ as he would call them, wondering if he had a special spell cast on his person, preventing him from ever succumbing to the effects of alcohol. Being used to different kinds of liquor, such as sake, Asougi was actually prepared to drink one or two glasses of wines. He liked that in this kind of situation he could see the same Barok he always looked at from his desk, but in a more relaxed contest, as he was indulging in idle talks with him.

 Suddenly, as Barok was talking about something a carriage driver told him two days ago, Asougi felt the other stiffen and look behind him with a worried look. For a moment he wondered what could make him so flustered – was it the wine? – but as he heard a familiar voice, he connected the dots. Barok emptied in one gulp the wine glass he was holding as the other man was approaching the two.

 - There you are, Barok. I thought I would not get the chance to see you this evening. -

 Asougi turned back to face the source of that voice. As he expected, Chief Enfield was there, a woman at his left side. She was a girl on her thirties, not much older than Asougi. She had a nice and elegant white and red dress, her hair combed in a sophisticated manner, with two curls adorning both sides of her faces. She was nice, Asougi thought. He wondered why Barok had never found someone he liked.

 He could see from the corner of his eye, that the English prosecutor held his glass a bit tightly; a clear sign that he was already uncomfortable in the presence of the new Chief of Justice. Asougi asked himself why social impression was so important for his fellow prosecutor that he would go under such stress to maintain it.

 - Oh, I see that tonight Prosecutor Asougi joined us too. How do you like English receptions? – Enfield asked.

 Asougi showed him his best smile. He knew that every host liked his guest to praise their home, so he just went with it.

 - I’ve never had the pleasure of being invited to such an event, so I have to thank Prosecutor van Zieks here for giving me such a nice opportunity. – He looked Barok straight in the eye while saying so, his lips curved into a sly smile. He could feel Barok being taken aback by his answer.

 As the discussion between the four of them – actually, three of them were participating as the poor girl, after greeting them with a small bow remained there to listen to them in silence – went on, Enfield took the occasion to introduce the girl to Barok. Apparently, she was the Chief of Police’s sister and Asougi’s presence was not enough to stop him from trying to set up Barok with someone.

 As if he wanted to give some unneeded privacy to the two of them, Enfield turned quite literally towards Asougi, making him take a step back and distancing himself from Barok.

 - What about you, Prosecutor Asougi? Do you have someone waiting for you back home? -

 Asougi was tempted to respond sarcastically, but he was afraid that this form of ‘Japanese humor’ in opposition to the better known English one would not be taken nicely by his interlocutor.

 He decided that lying was the best way to go.

 - Yes, my fiancée is waiting for me at home. I can’t wait to go back to my hometown to see her again. – He tried to sound as convincing as possible, and his mind pictured the image of Naruhodou for some reason when he was saying it.

 At his words, he clearly felt Barok looking at him, mildly concerned. The man then proceeded to drink in another gulp his wine glass. Asougi didn’t know when Barok needed to refill it again.

 After around twenty minutes which felt like an hour, Enfield and the nice lady waved the pair goodbye; the fair lady sent a sweet smile to Barok’s direction, which he responded to with a clumsy bow. He was clearly not at ease. After emptying another glass, Asougi asked him if he was okay. Barok looked at him in the eyes and Asougi could swear that was something in them; he couldn’t put his finger on it, though. Even though he drank so much wine, Barok seemed all right. Asougi wondered how he was able to contain that much alcohol in his body without succumbing to its effects. Asougi, from his part, could feel some kind of relapse from all the glasses he drank, prompted by his colleague. Something was intriguing about the way Barok moved and more than once he found himself wondering how his lips would feel on his. He would be lying to himself if he said that he had never thought about that before, especially when he didn’t have any memory and Barok was basically the only person who was willing to truly help him in that foreign land. Every time he shrugged it off as a trip born from his mind, something he should not give so much credit about. But, as Barok was asking him if he wanted to eat something else before going home, he found himself thinking that he actually wanted to kiss him to satisfy his hunger. That might have been a problem. Especially in that situation where Barok seemed to be as sober as ever and he was almost on the verge of jumping him here and now.

 Trying to swallow his emotions and feelings – he didn’t want to hinder the professional relationship he had with the English prosecutor – he asked Barok if it was okay going home for the night. He swore he sensed some kind of uneasiness at his request from Barok’s part but maybe it was the alcohol. It was surely the cause behind everything. He just needed to get home.

 Never mind that when they were riding the carriage, they sat way too close for Asougi to be comfortable. The way his shoulder brushed against Barok’s at every little bump present in the street. The inaudible sighs Asougi let out every time he stole glances at Barok’s lips who, by now, became irresistible. He wondered how it would feel to bite on them like he was actually eating them. Then, a strange and dangerous thought crept on the back of his mind. What if – and that was very big and important if – he didn’t want to get married because… oh my God. What was he thinking? Maybe he just didn’t feel like settling down at that moment. But he was already over the age of thirty. Even if he didn’t want to in his youth, it was high time to do it now. At that very moment, every single explanation he was able to conceive involved Barok liking guys in one way or another. Maybe it was worth a try. If he had been completely sober, he would have never gone along with it, it was so weird and dangerous. But at that moment… he wasn’t drunk enough to make the first move on him, though. He needed to be completely out of his mind.

 - Hey, you like your wine a lot, don’t you? – What a strange way to begin a conversation.

 - Yes, you are right. As you had the privilege to admire, I like to have quite the collection of Godly nectar bottles in my office. – It was funny how he referred to wine, Asougi thought.

 - Want to try something really strong? – He grinned at him, ignoring the confused brows on Barok’s head which formed after his suggestion. That was no turning back now. It was go big or go home. – Japanese alcohol. We call it sake. It is one of the things I miss the most from my hometown. -

 - I thought you would miss you fiancée the most, Prosecutor. – The other mused.

 Woah, that was a dangerous question. Why was the other suddenly so interested in his romantic life?

 - Heh, what fiancée. I lied, of course. Didn’t you get it? – He was good at uncovering lies in court, but he completely lost that ability in real life. At those words, his eyes widened. The last part of sober Asougi thought he owed him an explanation.

 - You told me how Enfield was; I didn’t want to be in your situation myself. – Barok laughed. Asougi was so tempted to kiss him. The atmosphere was much more relaxed now. They asked the driver to change his path and reached their office. Asougi thought he needed that cup of sake now.

The hallways of the Old Bailey were silent and everything was dark. He let Barok spoke to the doorkeeper at the entrance, he told him they had forgotten some important documents in their office. He was amazed at how easily he told that man so.

 When they got inside, Barok lighted only a few of the lamps present in his office. It wasn’t a level of illumination far away from the one they were used to work into. There was a nice and bright full moon outside and its feeble light shone faintly into the room, mixing with the warmer colors coming from the lamps.

 Asougi took out a container from a closet behind his desk. He casually took one of the ‘Godly chalices’, as Barok liked to call them and poured himself a drink. He was supposed to use a dedicated cup, sake was not supposed to drink in those sophisticated glasses. But, at that moment, he didn’t care. He just wanted to be drunk enough. Before helping himself, however, he offered a drink to his fellow prosecutor.

 - It’s not supposed to be drunk like this, you know. But we’ll have to accommodate for the time being. – Barok took the glass in his hand and took it to his lips. Asougi’s stare was fixated on him. He took a sip, then immediately put the glass back. – It’s kind of strong. How do you Japanese people manage to withstand this? -

 - It’s funny, coming from the one who emptied an extremely high amount of wine glasses during a single evening. – Asougi mocked him. He wondered if he overstepped his boundaries a bit when the other looked at him, sincerely taken aback. Asougi asked himself if the other wasn’t honestly aware of how much he was drinking. He probably never had the guts to mock him directly about his habits, but, right now, the alcohol was freeing him from any kind of bounds.

 - Do I drink that much? – Barok’s question came like a rumble of thunder during a clear sky.

 Asougi laughed. – Yes. Yes, you do. -

 Barok just looked at him. Asougi had never seen him smiling heartily. He always had his cold icy stare. Even when he occasionally laughed at a joke his superiors made he never let go of his mask.

 Asougi needed to drink. As he was about to take the glass Barok had previously placed on his desk, he felt the other prosecutor’s hands on his. The sudden closeness made him want to retreat, but he stayed still. He raised his head to make eye contact with the other, which was probably a bad idea, as his eyes immediately wandered on the other’s lips. They were a bit wet, from the alcohol earlier. Asougi thought that he wanted to lick him clean. He internally cringed at that shameful thought he had. He wasn’t even drunk. He suddenly felt the other’s icy stare on him.

 - What about Naruhodou? – Hearing his best friend’s name in that contest threw him off quite a bit. As he had known from the man himself, Barok used to call him ‘oriental’ as a way to mock his origins, but he toned down on his insults lately. Asougi was never called that way from him, however. He wondered what was the purpose of bringing up Naruhodou’s name now. It didn’t matter what he felt for his best friend. He was in Japan and was far far away from him. Too far away, to tell the truth. It didn’t matter now.

 - He told me you were his pride and joy. – Barok confessed. Asougi wondered why he was telling him that now. That man really didn’t know how to properly interact with others. For a moment, Asougi wondered what Naruhodou would have thought of that whole situation. He asked himself if he would be surprised, or maybe sad? To tell the truth, they had never been intimate, there were just kisses, stolen in a run-down wooden theatre, which was too hot for the summer they were experiencing. He would be lying if he said that he never imagined himself with his best friend. But there was never something said clearly, their feelings were better left untold. It was easier for them to keep on that way, so they had never to put their relationship in danger.

 - What about him? Do you want to fuck both of us? – Asougi even surprised himself while he was saying that. After all those years trying to save his face with Naruhodou, he blurted that out with Barok. The latter was visibly taken aback. Asougi didn’t even get to drink his glass of sake, yet he was saying this kind of thing. Maybe it was all the drinks he had before, but maybe he just wanted to kiss Barok and didn’t care about anything else. Let alone not wanting to hinder their professional relationship, with those words he was hindering his whole career, to begin with.

 - I’d rather have you fuck me right now. – Barok told Asougi that, like it was the most natural thing in the world. Apart from the shock from knowing that a collected man like Barok wanted to bottom, Asougi wondered how could he say something like that so easily. Maybe he had been too obvious when the alcohol had its effect on him. The shock made his heart pump faster, which kind of gave him a shred of clarity and shocked him from his drunkenness state. He kept staring at the older Prosecutor, unsure of what to do. Was it really okay?

 - That’s why I didn’t want you to be completely drunk. I don’t want you to do something you’re going to regret later. – He said, looking away from the other.

 Asougi knew he had to make a decision, and fast. A last quick look at Barok, at his figure, at his lips gave him the answer.

 Even if he wasn’t expecting it from someone like Barok, he wondered if Barok also liked to be ordered around in those kinds of situations. He was sure as hell he didn’t want anyone telling him what to do in his line of work, but what about private matters?

 He wanted to try.

 He strolled towards his desk and sat on it, using his hands as leverage. He then looked at Barok and invited him.

 - Come here, then. Let me kiss your nice lips, won’t you? – He was not really sure of what he was doing, but he deduced that he had to follow his instincts. Barok closed the distance between them and placed himself centimeters away from the other, noses just a few centimeters away from each other. Asougi couldn’t believe it. They were really there. He wanted to kiss him so badly, he couldn’t believe that he was about to do it. He felt ecstatic.

 Asougi took his chin in his hand, pressed on his cheeks with decisiveness and pulled him towards his face.

 Barok’s lips were just as he imagined. Tasty, soft, wet. He could taste the sake he had left on them; Asougi asked himself if the other did it on purpose to provoke him. He could tell that Barok succeeded. Asougi took his time kissing him, savoring every last bit of him. He never considered himself a great lover, but Barok’s reaction was surely giving a boost to his ego. That was so empowering. The older man began to shiver as soon as they started kissing and let out a shameless moan as soon as they separated. Asougi noticed that his leg was between Barok’s thighs and that the other was grinding on them. God, he was hard already. Did he have a boner ever since they came to that office?

 - So needy, - Asougi commented. Barok sighed as he was desperately looking for friction on Asougi’s leg. The latter couldn’t have ever imagined this side of his mentor, who was usually calm and collected. As he gave a particularly hard push to the other’s leg Asougi’s name fell from Barok’s lips. Asougi shuddered at the sudden intimacy he felt from being called by his first name. Those English people would not understand. He wanted to tell the other something, but his needy look, half-closed eyes filled with lust prompted him to stay silent. He wanted to know more about that particular side of the English prosecutor. As Barok asked for another kiss, to which he gladly complied, he bit his lower lip. Oh, he had wanted to do that for the whole evening. The other apparently liked that as he pushed his hard groin against his leg harder.

 - Do something for me too, won’t you? – Asougi jokingly asked. Taking Barok’s hand in his, he placed it on his other thigh, leading it where he wanted it the most. Barok started to feel and palm his limp dick, as he continued to search from friction himself.

 Asougi kissed him again, and while he was lost in that moment, he felt Barok’s hand trying to unbutton his trousers.

 - May I…? – There was still uncertainty in Barok’s voice, but there was no need to. He gladly complied and helped him.

 Barok took Asougi’s dick in his hands and started stroking it slowly but steadily. Asougi let out a sigh he was holding as he felt the other’s touch. He was growing hard under his touch and he bucked his lips upwards to match Barok’s movements.

 After breaking from their last kiss, Barok didn’t break the eye contact and he removed himself from Asougi’s leg. He lowered himself and rested his hand on the younger’s hip. Without warning, Barok took his full length in his mouth. Asougi let out a moan at that sensation and shamelessly couldn’t stop himself. It looked like the other knew what he was doing, and just thinking about him giving a blowjob to a stranger, oddly aroused him more. Asougi started painting, as he was fucking Barok’s face relentlessly. Barok, not satisfied with stroking himself from his trousers anymore, took his dick in his free hand and started stroking himself. His muffled moans were low but from the look, he was giving the other he was definitely enjoying himself. Asougi wanted to fuck him. Admittedly, he wanted also to be fucked but, at that moment, Barok asked him to take the reins. After Barok sucked hard on him, he felt on the verge of having an orgasm, but he stopped himself just in time. He wasn’t ready to end it right now.

 Between a sigh and a moan, he managed to call the other, asking him to stop so he could fuck him. Gosh, the mere thought was enough to make his dick twitch in anticipation.

 Now, it was Barok’s turn to sit on Asougi’s desk. Taken by the moment, he hit the glass he had placed on the edge of the desk earlier, making Asougi’s precious sake spill on the ground. Asougi was careful not to lower his back too much, in order to leave the paperwork he left on his desk properly placed. Barok, of course, was so into their activity that he didn’t care and after pushing his back on Asougi’s desk, he scattered everything that was on it all over. Asougi was displeased, but he knew how to make the other pay. He looked so hot in that position, back pressed to his desk and legs spread out, asking Asougi to fuck him senseless. Probably, in another situation, that would have been cringey and embarrassing but Asougi was so into it that he didn’t care. His mentor was hot. He wanted to be inside him, but he also had to make him pay.

 Using his hands to spread the other’s leg, Asougi let their dicks touch as he was stroking both of them at the same time. The friction from his hand and from the other’s dick made Asougi moan loudly. Barok could just grip the edge of his desk so firmly that his knuckles turned white. Asougi proceeded to stroke his balls and started circling the area between them and Barok’s asshole with decisiveness. Under his touches, Barok was becoming undone and let Asougi’s name spill from his lips over and over again. As Asougi was poking with his finger at Barok’s entrance, he thought that he didn’t really mind the other using his first name while he was finger fucking him. That whole situation felt intimate enough for him. Asougi was surprised as two fingers entered into the older Prosecutor so easily. He had definitely done a lot before. Maybe he was right about his desire not to marry. He had the confirmation that he liked being fucked by guys well enough.

 Asougi kept stroking their dicks with one hand while fingering Barok with the other. He didn’t know if it was an especially hard pump he gave himself, or a particular thrust from Barok, or a specific moan resembling his name coming from his lips. Asougi came just like that. He came hard, calling finally Barok’s name as he was riding out of his orgasm. He looked down at the other. His semen spilled all over Barok’s suit and a bit fell also on his desk.

 - Please, Kazuma, keep going. I’m close. – The other pleaded him. Asougi wondered is he should let him come. After all, his desk, his suit was a mess too.

 - Please… - The other pleaded again. He was so good at this. Barok’s hand started to pump on his needy length faster as Asougi sped up the pace he was fingering Barok with. Asougi pumped his finger in and out of the other’s entrance at a steady pace, using his finger to stretch him. He took his time when he was pushing them inside, savoring the pained expression Barok made as he was begging to be filled. Sometimes, without warning, he would push his fingers all the way in without warning and Barok would scream his name loudly, begging him to fuck him more. God, he was so needy.

 Barok also came, as hard as the other, adding to the mess Asougi had already made. It was hot seeing their semen mixed together and Asougi leaned in for a kiss. He felt like he didn’t taste the other’s lips enough. After indulging in the afterglow of the orgasm for a bit, Barok raised himself from the table.

 Asougi had already dressed himself back while trying to clean his suit.

 - Sorry… for this. – Barok told him, a bit apologetic. Asougi could see that he was amused by that whole situation, even if his usual cold demeanor and attitude would never allow him to show such emotions in front of him. Asougi thought that there was plenty of time to play these kinds of games with that very stubborn man.

 - You’re not. – Asougi retorted, laughing.

 Maybe that spoiled and bratty side of Barok wasn’t so bad.