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Putting his brother in prison was the last thing that Klavier ever expected to do in his career. But, it was something he could handle. However, letting his brother succumb to the death penalty and losing him for good? That was too much. So, he let selfishness take over just this once. Justice for the world be damned.
“You’re offering me an alternative to the death penalty?”
Kristoph’s voice was hoarse and barely audible. He looked tired, so tired. Yet, upon hearing his brother’s words, Klavier could see that flicker of hope. Perhaps, a flicker of life. It was enough for Klavier to feel hope for the man he used to admire and love to the ends of the earth.
“Legally, the result is the same. You’re being removed permanently from being able to cause more harm to the public. However, all you have to do is willingly sign yourself over to me. I’ve already cleared this opportunity with the chief prosecutor. Herr Edgeworth believes that if I can have proof that I have you under my control behind closed doors, then there is no reason to take your life,” Klavier explained. His gaze softened as he unlocked the prison cell. He stretched out his hand. “Please, don’t make me lose my only brother.”
A moment of silence passed between them. Kristoph’s chest rose and fell in a deep sigh. Slowly, he stood on trembling legs and walked to the door. The moment his fingers intertwined with Klavier’s hand, he yanked him into a hug. Kristoph was hesitant to return it, but a shaky wet sob left his throat. His hands found their way to Klavier’s back, and he held him like he was the last lifeline this world had to offer. For the first time in years, Kristoph had a genuine smile on his face.
“I give myself to you, Klavier,” he said.
The precinct had Kristoph behind bars for a long time, and when he finally stepped outside, he found that the world hadn’t changed so much as when he’d left it. The city was as full of as many bumbling idiots and dreamers as when he’d left it. Some shops changed as Klavier explained. Some things like the Wright Anything Agency had been growing as well as the prosecutor task force. Kristoph had an appreciation for the legal world, but he could only gaze solemnly knowing he would never step into it again. Nowadays, he was far from the gallant defense attorney that he once was since his incarceration. The infamous Coolest Defense in the West was but a ghost in the wind.
Klavier took him to his apartment and attached an ankle monitor as per the conditions of Kristoph’s new confinement. Miles Edgeworth would be stopping by the next day himself in order to confirm that the arrangement was in order. By then, Klavier needed to have evidence that Kristoph would not try anything extravagant to escape or take his life by other means. Thankfully, Kristoph had no intention of such now that he could just let go and spend the rest of his days with his little brother.
Although, said little brother was not quite so little anymore. Somehow, Klavier seemed to be somewhat taller and more confident, true confidence and not some blind tomfoolery made for the stage. There also seemed to be some expanse of muscle hiding under his clothes. Perhaps the disbanding of the Gavinners had given Klavier other hobbies.
The sound of the creaking door jerked Kristoph from his thoughts.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and out of that jumpsuit. It’s been a long time since you’ve had braided hair, right?” Klavier asked.
Kristoph mutely nodded, giving in to a little manhandling into the bathroom. He was bathed carefully, inspected in every nook and cranny of his body, and clothed. Klavier sat him out by a space heater in the living room as he combed through his hair and slowly brought back the braid that they both shared once. Lock of hair over lock of hair, and Kristoph was coming to look like his old self minus his spectacles. Klavier promised to get new ones ordered for him.
Once he was refreshed, Klavier discussed ideas of how to prove that Kristoph would be a docile soul under his watch. Their minds seemed to wander in the same direction, and Kristoph blushed as vulgar things left Klavier’s mouth. However, even he had to admit, it would be a point-blank blunt idea that little could deny his obedience. The utter man stripped down to his foundation—That was what the Gavin brothers would show to keep both of their lives intertwined.
The next morning, Miles Edgeworth arrived bright and early at a brisk six in the morning to Klavier’s apartment. A somewhat labored-sounding Klavier called out to him to come in. The man stepped inside and quickly closed the door when he heard some affronting sounds. Skin slapping against skin filled the apartment. He mentally prepared himself. As he turned the corner, he saw the clear vision of Klavier filling Kristoph’s ass with a hearty orgasm. Both Gavin brothers looked up when Miles fully stepped into the room.
“Ah, good morning Herr Edgeworth! Please, take a seat,” Klavier greeted. Miles silently regarded how Kristoph stayed speared on Klavier’s cock, kneeling on the floor with his head tucked on a pillow. Although, he did not comment on such. Instead, he took to a recliner just opposite of his host. Klavier leaned back, propping his elbows up on the curve of Kristoph’s buttocks. “I hope your travels here were smooth.”
“Well enough,” Miles curtly replied. “I see that you’ve certainly found a way to console Kristoph Gavin dutifully.”
“Indeed. He’s been quite well-behaved and pliant,” Klavier affirmed. Miles continued to ask questions to which Klavier made quips and careful replies.
Kristoph didn’t care much. He shivered a bit as he closed his eyes and got comfortable. He trusted his little brother to take care of things. For now, he was more focused on the full feeling in his belly. It was so warm and so filling. Already that morning, Klavier had put a few loads into him, and it all swirled in his gut. He arched his back, sighing contently as he used his body to keep Klavier’s cock nestled deep inside. Somehow, Klavier was still hard. He pressed on every space and stretched his sphincter to the limit.
He drifted off, basking in the sensations. Every time Klavier shifted himself, the movements rippled through Kristoph’s loins. All of a sudden, he heard leather squeak in front of him and looked up to see Miles Edgeworth standing up.
“I believe that I am done here. Based on my observations, I feel that these new circumstances will resolve our issue quite well. I will assure the council that this solution should remedy the threat nicely. Nicely done, Mr. Gavin,” he said. Klavier beamed and waved him off.
“Thank you. Also, if it’s no inconvenience, please lock the door on your way out,” he pleaded. Miles nodded and saw himself out, locking the door behind him. Once Miles had left, Klavier pressed himself onto Kristoph’s back. He laced a hand around his waist and lazily jerked Kristoph’s limp cock, long gone dry since he last came. Squeezing until a bead of precum finally rolled out his tip, Klavier nibbled into his collar.
“Klav?” Kristoph groaned. “Did I do okay?”
“Stupendously. Herr Edgeworth will take care of the rest. We did it. You will stay with me from now on,” he whispered into his ear. That brought rest to Kristoph’s heart. He twisted his head to catch Klavier’s lips. They greedily drank each other’s presence until Kristoph gasped away for air. He longingly looked at his brother.
“My only purpose is you now, Klavier.”
“And I, you, Kristoph,” Klavier muttered back. “I love you too much to let you go.” Kristoph scoffed in exasperation.
“How could I turn over and die when you’re so desperate like this?” he huffed. But, he knew this was the right choice. Kristoph didn’t care if his crimes were never forgiven. He didn’t care how many people in the world hated him. Klavier was the only one that mattered. “I love you, Klavier.”
And he keened over as Klavier pulled himself out of his sloppy hole, cum gushing a bit like a dam had been lifted. He whined at the loss of pressure, but it didn’t last long. Klavier grunted as he thrust back inside, riding up to his next orgasm.