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After playing Ace Attorney Investigations, I became inordinately fond of Colias Palaeno, so I went looking for Colias prompts on the kink meme. Here are the two I've finished to date, finally posted here.

Title: Cohdopian Hospitality
Rating: 18+
Pairings/Characters: Colias/Edgeworth
Spoilers: mild, for the last case of AAI
Warnings: explicit sexual content
Word count: 3000
Summary Written for the prompt "Palaeno tops someone". Colias desires nothing more than to make Mr. Edgeworth happy.


Cohdopian Hospitality.


Colias ran a brush through his hair, thoughtfully gazing in the mirror, but he hardly saw his own face, he was so preoccupied. He had washed his hair twice with hibiscus shampoo, and he had very nearly brushed it dry, but the light, sweet hibiscus scent didn't bring him the measure of comfort it usually did.

That morning, Mr. Edgeworth had phoned him and had said, in a meaningful tone, that he wanted to talk. It was Colias' understanding that "to talk" had various meanings in the States, especially in such a context. What was it that Mr. Edgeworth wanted to talk about? Could he be upset about something? Colias didn't think he had done anything to give offense.

Mr. Edgeworth could be challenging to read. Such a serious man! And so enigmatic, so fascinating. Geniuses were like that, Colias had heard. He smiled at the thought. A genius. Yes, that was what Mr. Edgeworth was. It was still startling to Colias, yet so amazing, that someone like that would be interested in him.

He put his brush down, as his hair was dry enough, and he turned to look out the window, down at the embassy garden. There were a few workmen down there, busy dismantling the wall that had divided that green, open space in two for far too long. The embassy was one once more, just as he had dreamed it would be. Nothing else could make Colias so happy.

Almost nothing else.

***


Colias made a pot of the Cohdopian tea Mr. Edgeworth liked so much and arranged an assortment of biscuits artfully on a silver plate. After that, there was nothing to do but wait until Mr. Edgeworth passed customs and was shown up to his quarters. Colias hoped he hadn't made the tea too soon. He had tried to time it so that it would be perfectly steeped when Mr. Edgeworth walked through the door. He didn't want it to be cold by the time Mr. Edgeworth arrived.

The prosecutor was never late, yet when Colias glanced at the clock, he saw that it was two minutes past the hour. He started to wonder if something was amiss. Perhaps he should have gone down to customs to meet Mr. Edgeworth. He had simply wanted everything to be perfectly ready for him, right on time. Mr. Edgeworth admired punctuality.

Colias was about to check with customs when there was a knock on the door. He hurried over and opened it to find Mr. Edgeworth standing in the hallway with his escort, a member of embassy staff.

Mr. Edgeworth bowed. "Mr. Ambassador."

"It's a pleasure to see you, Mr. Edgeworth." After returning the bow, Colias ushered him in, politely waving his escort away.

"I apologize for my tardiness," said Mr. Edgeworth, without looking at the clock. "Just as I left my office, I was arrested by an overeager young prosecutor, and it took me a few minutes to extricate myself."

"That's quite understandable," said Colias, pleased that it hadn't been anything serious that had kept him. "Please, have a seat. I made you some tea, and there are some sweets to eat as well, if you're in the mood."

"Just tea is fine, for the moment."

Colias nodded and poured him a cup. As he did so, he studied the man's elegant profile. It was quite a stirring sight, and the tea was pouring out over the rim of the cup and into the saucer long before Colias noticed.

In fact, it was Mr. Edgeworth who noticed it first. "Ah, Mr. Ambassador," he said warningly. "The tea."

"Oh!" The tea had escaped both cup and saucer and had begun to form a puddle on the tablecloth. In his surprise, Colias almost dropped the teapot, but he was able to tighten his grip in time. He put the teapot down as soon as possible, freeing his hands so he could bring them up in an apologetic gesture. "I certainly didn't mean for that to happen."

"I assumed that spilling tea wasn't your intent."

"I'll take that cup for myself and pour you another," said Colias brightly, recovering.

"Thank you."

He paid more attention to what he was doing the second time, and not a single drop went awry. He very carefully presented Mr. Edgeworth with a full teacup. "Here you are." Colias seated himself and smiled. He picked up his own teacup cautiously, and leaned over to sip from it, so that the tea dripping from the bottom of the cup only dripped onto the saucer and tablecloth.

Mr. Edgeworth watched him with a faint, polite smile before taking a sip of his own tea. He closed his eyes, taking a moment to savor his first sip, breathing in the steam that rose from the dark liquid.

Colias waited until his eyes were open again to speak. "You said there was something you wanted to discuss with me, Mr. Edgeworth?"

"Yes, indeed." The man paused and took another sip of tea.

Colias continued to smile, though he felt a stirring of unease at this hesitation. Clearly the matter Mr. Edgeworth had in mind was one that he disliked the thought of discussing. "Please, don't hesitate to speak your mind."

"It is rather--awkward."

Colias nodded. "I understand." He found it best to be direct when dealing with Mr. Edgeworth. "I assume it concerns our relationship?"

Mr. Edgeworth paused again. He looked away, uneasily. "You could say that, yes."

"Then do say whatever you like. In such situations, it's best to communicate openly and freely." Colias hoped his smile did not look forced. Though his diplomatic training made it easier for him to speak to others and appear calm in stressful situations, the thought that Mr. Edgeworth might not want to continue seeing him was distressing. They had been involved for a few months now, and never had Colias been happier with a partner. He would have hated for anything to disrupt their budding relationship at this early, fragile stage.

"I don't normally discuss these matters, but you're right. Straightforwardness is preferable." He took another sip from his teacup before decisively setting it down. "I find our relationship sexually unsatisfying."

"Oh!" Colias dropped his own teacup, which fortunately he was still holding over the table, so while the tablecloth didn't fare well as the tea spilled, everything else remained unscathed. "I'm sorry about that," he said, forcing himself to keep smiling as he dabbed at the spill with a napkin, an act he soon realized had little effect. "You took me by surprise." He breathed in deeply, reminding himself to remain calm and cheerful. "It is unfortunate that I haven't been able to satisfy you." Colias put down the napkin, deciding to leave the tea altogether alone for the time being. "Would you mind telling me what I've been doing wrong?"

Now that Mr. Edgeworth had decided to be direct, he seemed intent on remaining so. "Generally speaking, I prefer to be the passive partner, and for my active partner to be more aggressive. Not that I'm unwilling to be versatile, on occasion, but for the most part, that is my inclination."

"I see!" Colias could feel the strain leave his smile as it became more relaxed, returning to its comfortable genuine state. "I'm glad you informed me, as I had no idea. I'm more used to being passive myself, as you put it, but I have no real preference. Thank you so much for telling me, Mr. Edgeworth."

Mr. Edgeworth inclined his head. "You needn't thank me, Mr. Ambassador."

"That's quite a relief! I was worried you might want to end our relationship."

"Were you?" Mr. Edgeworth's eyebrows went up. "I didn't mean to give that impression."

"It was just nerves on my part, I'm sure."

"There's no cause for nervousness," said Mr. Edgeworth. He glanced at his tea thoughtfully, then at Colias. "I don't wish to disregard your generous hospitality, and you know I'm fond of the tea, but--"

As an ambassador, Colias was well-versed in predicting the wishes of others. He rose to his feet and held out his hand. Mr. Edgeworth took the offered hand and allowed Colias to pull him to his feet.

Colias had never attempted to be aggressive before, but he had done a great deal of research on sexual education websites, and he had read a fair amount of academic writing about various sex practices. He considered himself relatively well-informed. "Is there anything in particular you enjoy that I should keep in mind?" he asked Mr. Edgeworth as he lead him through the the rooms of his embassy residence to the bedroom.

"Feel free to be as aggressive as you like," said Mr. Edgeworth, as he sat down on the edge of the bed and Colias began to untie his cravat. "You can do what you wish. And if you feel the need to use expletives, I won't object."

The cloth of the cravat felt soft and fine in Colias' hand. Colias removed it and put it aside, baring Mr. Edgeworth's neck. He stroked Mr. Edgeworth's cheek, his caress sliding down over the soft skin of Mr. Edgeworth's throat. He was rewarded by the sight of Mr. Edgeworth flushing and tensing. "I think I'll like that," Colias said.

He leaned down to kiss Mr. Edgeworth's mouth, pushing his tongue between the man's lips. Mr. Edgeworth moaned, his lips parting eagerly. For the first time, Colias realized how exciting someone else's passivity could be. He felt his heart quicken, his cock already hardening. Breaking the kiss, he pushed Mr. Edgeworth down onto the bed.

"Mr. Ambassador," Mr. Edgeworth murmured.

Colias felt a little worried as he began to strip Mr. Edgeworth of his clothes, as roughly as he could. He didn't want to accidentally rip them, but Mr. Edgeworth became so excited that it was easy for Colias to forget his caution. By the time he pulled off the man's underthings, Colias' worry about the articles of clothing had vanished, and he threw them aside. They fell on top of the other discarded clothes, which lay in a careless heap at the foot of the bed.

"Please," said Mr. Edgeworth.

Colias climbed on top of him, kissing his mouth again, sliding his tongue inside as forcefully as possible, filling Mr. Edgeworth's mouth with it. He could feel Mr. Edgeworth tremble beneath him. As Colias made the kiss last, he wondered what he should do next. Whatever he wanted, Mr. Edgeworth had said. Colias felt his cock, almost fully hard now, straining at the front of his underwear. He sat up and moved to unzip his trousers.

As soon as Mr. Edgeworth saw what he was doing, his hands came up, and he finished the work Colias had begun, not stopping until he'd freed Colias' cock from his trousers. "Please," he requested, "fuck my mouth, Mr. Ambassador."

"Yes, of course." Colias was still a little hesitant about using English expletives, but when Mr. Edgeworth said fuck, he felt warm all over. He was fluent in English, yet he wasn't used to being spoken that way in that language. It was strange to hear such talk from Mr. Edgeworth, yet so arousing. He crawled forward, until Mr. Edgeworth's head was between his legs, then pressed the head of his cock against Mr. Edgeworth's mouth. He shuddered as Mr. Edgeworth began to lick at him. It felt so good that it wasn't difficult to be aggressive, eager. He thrust his cock between Mr. Edgeworth's lips, as forcefully as he had with his tongue not long before. Mr. Edgeworth grabbed at Colias' thighs, moaning with each forward push of Colias' hips, his tongue swirling around the tip of Colias' cock as he moved.

To do what he wanted--it felt fantastic. Colias moved faster, closing his eyes, clenching his jaw, and when he came, it was hard, his cock hitting the back of Mr. Edgeworth's throat in a way he'd never experienced before.

"You're so very good," Colias breathed, pulling out. He smiled at Mr. Edgeworth, then lay down beside him, touching his face. There was a thin line of spilled come at the corner of his mouth, and Colias leaned in to kiss it. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine," Mr. Edgeworth replied, his expression pleased. "That was quite pleasant."

Colias glanced down and saw that at some point, Mr. Edgeworth had come as well, his stomach sticky with it. "I'm glad you enjoyed it." He reached down, drawing his fingertips through the man's come, then brought his hand back up to Mr. Edgeworth's mouth. Mr. Edgeworth accepted this taste of himself hungrily, sucking on Colias' fingertips. It was wonderful to watch, and Colias smiled at the sight. "You're beautiful."

Mr. Edgeworth snorted briefly as Colias pulled his fingers back. "You flatter me, Mr. Ambassador."

"No, not at all."

Colias became aware of himself again, enough to realize that he was still wearing most of his clothes, while Mr. Edgeworth was naked. He undressed quickly, his hands undoing his bow tie and the buttons of his vest with practiced ease. Mr. Edgeworth reached up to stroke his chest as it was revealed to him. The younger man seemed to find him quite attractive, which was much more flattering than anything Colias himself might have said. It had certainly done wonders for his confidence.

Colias let his own hands run freely over Mr. Edgeworth's body. He was very responsive, So sensitive. Colias stroked one of his nipples, then squeezed it, gently. Mr. Edgeworth gave a start and hissed through his teeth, but Colias could tell he liked it, so he did it again, harder. Mr. Edgeworth put his head back and sighed with pleasure.

Encouraged by the positive response, Colias drew closer. He licked at Mr. Edgeworth's nipples, bit at them, and felt Mr. Edgeworth's fingers curling in his hair. He slid his hand down to play with Mr. Edgeworth's cock and found it already half-hard again. Colias began to stroke him as he sank his teeth into Mr. Edgeworth's skin.

Mr. Edgeworth was practically panting now. "Please, ah--please, I want you."

Colias liked to do what people wanted. It was much easier for him to do what Mr. Edgeworth wanted, now that he understood. "Yes, I want you. I want to fuck you, Mr. Edgeworth." He felt a thrill as he pronounced the English obscenity.

He rolled Mr. Edgeworth over onto his stomach, and Mr. Edgeworth spread his legs, raising his hips. Colias had lubricant in the drawer near his bed, and he wet his fingers with it before pressing them against Mr. Edgeworth's asshole, which made the man arch his back and exhale sharply. Colias pushed his fingers in slowly at first, then reminded himself that gentleness wasn't what was wanted. Mr. Edgeworth would correct him if he went too far, so again, he made his actions more vigorous. Mr. Edgeworth seemed to like that very much. "Ambassador--fuck me now."

Colias complied, rising up onto his knees and gripping Mr. Edgeworth's hip to steady himself. Then he did as he'd been asked, thrusting inside the other man in one strong stroke. There was resistance, but it took less effort than he'd expected. Mr. Edgeworth spread his legs farther apart, pressing back against him with a groan.

He didn't want to hurt Mr. Edgeworth, yet he didn't want to disappoint him, so he was firm with him, but considerately so. He read Mr. Edgeworth's reactions. If Mr. Edgeworth liked something, Colias did it again. He thought Mr. Edgeworth might enjoy it if he smacked him, so he did so, striking Mr. Edgeworth's posterior with the flat of his hand between thrusts. Mr. Edgeworth cried out at this, a desperate note in his voice that Colias had never heard before, so he slapped him again.

"Harder, please," said Mr. Edgeworth.

Sensing what was wanted, Colias ceased slapping him, focusing instead on gripping him tightly, on maintaining a forceful, fast rhythm, on making him moan. When he felt the man was ready, Colias reached around Mr. Edgeworth's waist and wrapped his hand around the man's cock. "I want you to come," he said. "Come for me."

As if he'd been waiting for this command, Mr. Edgeworth cried out again, and Colias felt the man come, a tightness squeezing his cock and a wetness spilling over his fingers. It was almost too tight, but Colias didn't stop fucking him until he was finished. That was the more aggressive thing to do. When he did come, his jaw was clenched, his eyes were shut tight, and his cock was buried in Mr. Edgeworth's ass.

He should have tried being domineering sooner. It was very agreeable.

Colias collapsed onto the mattress beside Mr. Edgeworth.

"Ah, Mr. Ambassador," Mr. Edgeworth sighed, turning over to face him. For some reason, the man had continued to call Colias by his more decorous form of address, even after they'd begun seeing each other. Following his example, Colias had done the same. It had been a matter of polite habit at first, but over time, it had developed into a private joke between the two of them: small and mannerly. It made them both smile now.

Colias kissed Mr. Edgeworth's face, first his cheek, then his nose, and then his lips, all quite gentle kisses.

Mr. Edgeworth lay supine beside him, sweat on his brow and a sated look on his face. "That was very satisfactory." He reached out and brushed a stray curl of Colias' hair with his fingertip. "Thank you."

"I aim to please, Mr. Edgeworth," Colias said.



Title: Counterfeit
Rating: 18+
Pairings/Characters: Manny/Colias
Spoilers: for the end of AAI
Warnings: explicit sexual content.
Word count: 2,280
Summary: The prompt asked for Colias almost catching Manny up to no good, but Manny distracting him with a blowjob. And that's--basically what happens. But it's not all that happens, to Manny's dismay.


Counterfeit.


Manny grimaced at his orders from Alba as he glanced at the card again. The man was being unreasonable, as usual. How was he supposed to make that many bills by the deadline? Each requested amount was greater than the one before, and the time he was given to make them in was always reduced, as if Alba was pushing him, testing him to find his limits. That was, undoubtedly, what Alba intended. Alba loved to test people, to make them jump and dance for him like puppets and see how far their strings would take them. It was one of the many things Manny hated about the man.

He closed his eyes, listening to the low, regular sound of the printing press. Alba could only push him so far. He was but one man--well, with a few fellow conspirators--and it wasn't as if he had the best equipment available. If not for Zheng Fa's poorly designed currency, the counterfeiting scheme might not have worked.

Breathing in the scent of ink and paper, Manny allowed himself the pleasure of imagining what it would be like to kill Alba. Maybe he would shoot him in the head. Or maybe he would slit his throat. Or stab him in the chest. A knife, Manny decided, would be his first choice of weapon. Something about the physicality of the act of stabbing someone made it so much more gratifying, particularly when the victim was someone you loathed.

"Oh, Manny, there you are! I've been looking for you."

Manny's eyes snapped open, and he whirled towards the sound of that familiar voice. There was that unmistakable blond head peeking through the doorway. Colias. Manny had thought he'd given the ambassador enough to do to keep him occupied for the next two or three hours, but apparently not. The man walked toward him, smiling a sunny smile.

Colias wasn't supposed to be down in the printing room. Manny had told him as much a thousand times, assuring him that there was no need to help and he'd only be in the way. Of course, his words flew from the silly man's head at the first opportunity. Manny strode towards the ambassador, meeting him halfway. He forced his lips into a smile, but his mind was racing.

If Colias came too much closer, even he would manage to realize what was going on. The counterfeit bills were in full view on the other side of the printing press. Manny hadn't been as cautious as he usually was. He had been too frazzled by Alba's preposterous demand and too certain of his safety. Oddly enough, Colias was the only person at the embassy he truly needed to be wary of. Anyone else could conceivably be intimidated, blackmailed, or bribed, but Colias was far too honest for his own good or anyone else's.

At first, Manny had been overjoyed at being assigned to serve this malleable, naive man, imagining that he would make a perfect pawn. Over time, he had come to understand that that honesty could be an insurmountable obstacle. He could probably have gotten Colias to lie, if he convinced him there was a good reason for it, but later Colias would undoubtedly have confessed the lie to someone. A more corruptible man would have been so much more useful to him, though that was not to say that Colias was without his uses. He was an adequate pawn, if not a perfect one.

"Yes, what is it, Colias?" Manny asked as he came to a stop before him, positioning his body between the ambassador and the printing press.

"I was looking for more of those brochures on the scenic waterways," Colias explained. "There aren't any in my office. I thought they might be here."

They were. Manny had seen them when he'd arrived. He'd pushed the box out of his way irritatedly before beginning to print the counterfeit bills. Why hadn't he remembered to carry them up to Colias' office after he'd finished printing them the day before? If he had done so, he wouldn't be having this problem now. This was Alba's fault, making him print impossible amounts of money on top of the ridiculous Babahlese literature Colias expected to receive daily, not to mention those damn coupons.

"I haven't seen them," said Manny. "Maybe you misplaced them."

"No, I haven't. Didn't you say you were going to print some more for me yesterday?"

"Didn't I ask you to organize your office supplies?" Manny returned meaningfully.

"Oh! I did that! I consolidated all the half empty bottles of Babahlese ink."

"And?" Manny asked.

"I organized my paper clips," said Colias, looking a little guilty.

Manny was not fooled. "By 'organized', do you mean that you made paper clip chains out of them?"

"I did do that for a little while," Colias confessed. "But it does prevent them from getting lost or scattered around."

It wasn't that the man was a poor diplomat, but he acted like a child sometimes. Like a child, he was easy to manipulate in some ways, but could be maddeningly unpredictable. "I doubt you've finished organizing all the supplies in your office," Manny said.

"Perhaps not, but I thought the brochures might be useful for the cultural fair tomorrow, and I wanted to be sure to look them over first."

He had a good point; they would need brochures for the cultural fair. Not for the first time, Manny wondered how he'd ended up with not one, but three jobs: secretary, smuggler, and counterfeiter. Juggling all three took a toll on him. "Colias, you don't need to concern yourself with the brochures. I'll look for them and bring them up later."

"But I'm already down here, so I might as well look," said Colias. "If I find them, I'll bring them up and save you the trouble. If not, I'll know to look for them somewhere else." He beamed at the simplicity of his own logic.

Manny was desperate. Colias would only have to take a few steps into the room. Then he would see the bills, and Manny would find himself in very a difficult position.

He didn't want to kill the ambassador. The ambassador, in spite of his annoying ways, was extremely useful to him, as well as a key part of his brewing plan to unseat Alba and take his place as head of the smuggling ring. Not to mention how difficult it would be to cover up the unplanned murder of an ambassador in his own embassy. The staff loved Colias. Manny would find himself with precious few allies if Colias died, and Alba would be no help. What was his alternative? He needed a way to distract the ambassador, quickly and thoroughly.

An idea came to him almost at once. He didn't want to do it, but he had no time to come up with a more subtle option--

Manny took a step closer to Colias, which made the man start, then take a step back. "Close the door," Manny said.

Colias did as instructed. Manny stayed very close to him as he moved. Once the door was closed, he backed Colias up against it, gazing into the man's eyes, keeping him still.

"What--what is it, Manny?" Colias asked, his expression shifting into that odd mixture of hopeful cheerfulness and nervousness that Colias wore when he feared he'd done something wrong.

Manny touched his face, and Colias froze.

"Colias," Manny said, then kissed him.

Manny wasn't quite sure how the ambassador would react. The man seemed almost sexless to him sometimes, but perhaps that was because Manny had never thought of him sexually. As it turned out, Colias did feel desire, because after a few frozen moments of shock, he returned the kiss.

Though he wasn't particularly interested in men, Manny found that if he kept his eyes closed, it wasn't bad. Colias' lips were soft, and his hair was soft too, Manny discovered, as he ran a hand through it.

When Manny paused to take a breath, Colias spoke again. "Manny, I--"

Manny didn't want to have a conversation. He kissed Colias again. But it wasn't enough to shut him up, because as soon as he had the chance, he started to speak again. "I'm confused," he said. "You--"

Colias had to be honest at a time like this, too. Manny pressed a finger to his lips. "Quiet." He pressed his other hand to the front of Colias' trousers. Colias gasped.

With a sense of unreality--he'd never pictured himself engaging in such an act, and certainly not with Colias--Manny dropped to his knees. The things he did for the smuggling ring. He unbuckled Colias' belt, then unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. Colias seemed to have strong sexual desires indeed. Manny had learned something new about him.

If this didn't thoroughly fluster and bewilder Colias, nothing would. Manny opened his mouth and did what he had to do. It felt strange to have a cock in his mouth, but it was not a terrible sensation. The slit at the tip leaked, and it tasted of salt. Manny closed his eyes. He could never allow Alba to find out about this.

He had received enough fellatio in his time to know the mechanics of it very well. He was careful of his teeth, and he used his tongue, his hands coming up to settle on the shaft of Colias' cock as well as on his balls. Colias shuddered for him. "Manny," he said.

Made curious by the tone in Colias' voice, one which he couldn't quite identify, Manny opened his eyes and looked up. Colias was gazing at him intently with those impossibly bright eyes of his. Manny didn't know what to think about that, so he closed his eyes again, which made him much more comfortable.

He moved his lips and tongue more quickly, hoping to make Colias come as soon as possible, so this experience would be brief. It worked: Colias didn't last long, though of course the idiot didn't give him proper warning, and when Manny jerked his head back in surprise, most of the come ended up on his face.

Manny scowled in disgust before he could think better of it.

"I'm so sorry," Colias said, and Manny felt the unexpected touch of soft cloth on his face. Colias had had a handkerchief secreted somewhere on his person, and with it, he dabbed carefully at Manny's face.

The gentleness of the action annoyed Manny. He grabbed Colias' wrist, then rose to his feet. "I'll take that," he said, pulling the cloth away from Colias and wiping off the rest of the mess without assistance.

"Manny," said Colias again, but again Manny silenced him with a finger against his lips.

"Forgive me," Manny said. "I couldn't control myself."

"Please don't feel bad. I understand," said Colias, pulling up his trousers. "Why, sometimes I--"

"Could you please return to your office, Colias?" Manny asked, feigning emotional distress. "I'd like to be alone for a while."

"Certainly! I wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable. I do hope you're all right."

"I'm fine." The compassion in Colias' eyes irritated Manny further, but he didn't let it show, instead forcing a grateful smile. "Thank you."

Once the ambassador had gone, Manny thought of several ways he could have handled that situation better, but too late. Hopefully, his show of discomfort would ensure that the ambassador would never bring the incident up. He sighed, stuffing the used handkerchief in his pocket, then placing his hands on his hips as he surveyed the printing room. At least he could be certain, now, that the ambassador would leave him alone for a suitably long time. He might even have time to meet Alba's absurd demands.

Fortunately, he had a tin of mints in his other pocket, as Colias was always forcing samples on him. He popped one into his mouth as he returned to work.

***


It wasn't until the next day that Manny came to comprehend the ramifications of what he'd done.

The morning began like any other at the embassy. Manny woke up at the usual time, ate breakfast in the usual way, sent his secret communication to Alba, and reported to work in Colias' office.

Colias was waiting for him. He stood up from his desk at once, and Manny saw that his arms were full of sunflowers. That was odd, but carrying flowers around was not the oddest thing he'd seen the man do, so he simply nodded and said, "Good morning."

Only when Colias began to walk towards him with the sunflowers did he start to feel alarmed.

"These are for you," Colias said, and suddenly Manny's own arms were full of sunflowers, so bright and yellow, and Colias was beaming at him brightly, and then he saw that he had done something that might be undoable.

"Why--thank you, Colias," Manny made himself say. "You didn't have to." What was he supposed to do with a lot of oversized flowers?

"But I wanted to do something special for you."

All at once, Manny foresaw that this was but the first of many "special" things: cards and flowers and candy and romantic dinners in the embassy cafeteria.

He briefly considered destroying this ridiculous, lovestruck notion of Colias' with a few cutting words, but he thought better of it. This could be a fortuitous turn of events. It would be easier to control Colias if he were preoccupied by personal matters. And after all, he had to keep his pet ambassador relatively happy, didn't he?

Date: 2010-12-09 08:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] redvelvetaddict.livejournal.com
1) Miles/Colias is really something that there SHOULD BE MORE OF. Especially adorable polite boyfriend Miles and Colias. HE AIMS TO PLEASE <3333

2) OMG MANNY I LOOOVE HIM The things he does for smuggling! If Alba wasn't such a jerk, he wouldn't have to stoop so low heh. But it's hot. DEAL WITH IT, MANNY.

Date: 2010-12-09 08:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquidalso.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for this amazing comment! Not like you're sitting right next to me as I type this. You're just so good looking, I can hardly focus on typing this out.

1. Yes, I wish there was more Miles/Colias in the world! That would definitely be something I would enjoy, almost as much as Colias enjoys the company of his beloved Mr. Edgeworth.

2. I know you are the world's biggest Manny Fanny. <3 No light in the world can outshine that of your love for the mean and horrible Manny Coachen.

Date: 2010-12-09 09:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] aphephobia.livejournal.com
D00d, I TOTALLY love the idea of dominant Colias... I think I made a request about that AAAAGES ago, and yes, the one I had in mind submitting to him was Edgeworth. You nailed that beautifully; the dialogue is gorgeous and so very IC. Colias makes an awesome dom, because he's so eager to please and pamper others. (And admittedly, I don't see Miles as the submissive type at all, but in very rare circumstances [ie. with Gant or Manfred] and here [which must be the rarest of all-- I'm yet to see this pairing actually written] it works so well. I can see him needing release and to let go of being in control all the time. :) )

Thankyou for writing these! :D

Date: 2010-12-09 09:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquidalso.livejournal.com
Oh, thanks so much! :) I'm so glad you liked this. I love Colias/Edgeworth, but I haven't seen much of it around. I should go looking for Colias prompts on the meme again, as it's been a while since I last checked. I'm especially glad you liked the characterization and dialogue--I had the most fun writing their conversation.

Yes, I think Colias would make a fantastic dom for just that reason, so when I saw the prompt, I had to try writing about it. Also, though Edgeworth might have difficulty trusting others enough to be submissive, Colias is so transparent and easy to trust.

MEAT TRUCK

Date: 2010-12-09 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] armistice-day.livejournal.com
All I can say is... AW YEAHHHHHH!

Colias Palaeno, Head of International Pimping Affairs.

Date: 2010-12-11 06:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquidalso.livejournal.com
Everyone knows that specialty meats are the finest possible gift for an object of one's affections.

Ha ha ha, he does love to romance the handsome residents of the host nation, it seems. Well, maybe just the handsomest one.

Thanks so much, you. <3

Date: 2010-12-10 05:14 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sam-cc.livejournal.com
When I saw you'd written Edgeworth/Colias I was instantly happy, that pairing has really grown on me since writing it once. The situation you created was perfect for the two of them, so formal and Edgeworth being so blunt. Very glad they got through their little situation in the end though.

But I've got to admit that it was the Manny/Colias one that had me on the edge of my seat. ^^; Maybe because of the sense of urgency that Manny gave off at the thought of being caught. You write Manny very well, actually! And the ending had me giggling, we can't sympathise with Manny too much now, can we? XD

Date: 2010-12-11 06:15 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquidalso.livejournal.com
Aw, thanks so much! I'm really glad you liked the Edgeworth/Colias one. I have a bit of a soft spot for those two, obviously. I think that Colias' politeness and Edgeworth's bluntness go well together--Colias is too polite to mind that Edgeworth's blunt. ;)

Haha, and I'm happy to hear the Manny/Colias one pleased you so much! That one was definitely more tense, considering the situation. I was really amused by Manny in the game, in spite of the fact that we never really got to meet him. Actually, it was funny how we kept almost meeting him and hearing about him, and then he finally showed up as a corpse, poor guy. I'm glad you think I did a good job of writing him--in spite of his short screen time, I think his jerky spirit shone through enough for me to get something of a sense of what he was like. :D

Date: 2010-12-11 04:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] withpractice-ff.livejournal.com
<3<3<3

I loved both fics so much.

I love how polite Colias and Miles are. I love that they call each other by their formal titles, and that it's a quiet, unspoken joke between them.

And I was so impressed by your Manny. We really don't know that much about him, but it really felt like you hit the mark.

Date: 2010-12-11 06:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] foxysquidalso.livejournal.com
I'm so happy to hear that you liked them both. Thanks very much! <3

I did really enjoy writing Miles and Colias and their manners. Their conversation was probably my favorite part of that one.

I'm glad you like my Manny, too, and think he seems believable. I was quite amused by all his not-quite-actual-appearances, and I love how comically mismatched he and Colias clearly were.

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