Story: Apollo Justice, "Smokers" [Daryan/Klavier]

[foxysquidalso]

Title: Smokers
Fandom: Ace Attorney: Apollo Justice
Word count: 2672
Pairing(s): Daryan/Klavier
Rating: 15+
Spoilers: for AJ case 3, I guess.
Warnings: smoking, bad language, suggestions of adult situations.
Summary: Daryan's a smoker. Klavier isn't. Well, sometimes he is. Sort of.
Notes: written by request for smudwasadraigon.


Smokers.


Klavier liked bumming cigarettes off of him. Not all the time, but every now and then. He didn't know why. Klavier wasn't a smoker. But what the hell, Daryan would give him one if he asked for it. Why not? It was hard to say no to him, and it was just one cigarette. He hardly ever asked for two.

The first time had been when they were both fifteen, or maybe sixteen. Those early years blurred together sometimes, into a single haze of memory. He did remember that it was very late in the afternoon, almost evening, and the sky was slowly turning pale purple. They were on the corner down the street from Klavier's house, leaning up against the weathered brick wall of some building. Daryan was smoking, and Klavier had his hands in his pockets.

Klavier was staring up at the sky and the unlit streetlights as if waiting for one to go out and the other to turn on, when he suddenly asked, "Can I have a cigarette?"

"What for?" asked Daryan, suspicious. He wouldn't have been surprised if Klavier wanted to do something weird with it, like stick it in his ear or make a cigarette animal or light it so he could simply hold it and watch it burn.

"To smoke it, what else!" said Klavier, laughing. "You're so weird sometimes, Daryan."

He liked the way Klavier said his name, drawing out the last syllable, and he liked the way Klavier laughed. The teasing made him scowl, though, and he snapped, "Who knows with you. You're the weird one. And you're not a smoker."

"Ja, that's true. But maybe I could be a smoker."

"Yeah, right."

"How am I going to know if you don't let me have a cigarette? Come on, you want to give me one, don't you?"

Klavier was gazing up at him with big, hopeful eyes, and Daryan sighed. "Sure, you can have one."

Klavier was excited, putting the cigarette in his mouth at once and turning his chin up so Daryan could light it for him. "Do you even know what you're doing?" Daryan asked.

"Yes, I know, I see you do it all the time." Klavier stuck his chin out farther, defiant.

Klavier was right. He did know what he was doing. He breathed in a deep breath, the flame caught, and the cigarette was lit. Daryan kept the lighter alight for another few moments, the flame reflected in Klavier's eyes.

Then Klavier coughed, and the flame went out.

Daryan laughed. "Amateur."

"Well, I've never done it before! What do you expect?" He was laughing too. "Ah, it's so smoky."

"It's smoke, Gavin."

"How you do this so much, I don't know," said Klavier, but he placed his lips on the cigarette again and took another deep breath. The result was another series of coughs.

"Don't do it so fast," said Daryan, a little more gently. "Take it in slow, hold it for a few seconds, then let it out."

Klavier nodded. "Show me how you do it again."

"Oh? I thought you already watched me all the time," said Daryan dryly, but he did what Klavier asked, taking a long, deliberate drag, then letting it out, watching the smoke rise from his mouth.

"It looks so cool when you do it," Klavier said admiringly, and Daryan turned to see Klavier's gaze fixed on his face, his expression wistful.

Daryan looked away. He pushed his free hand down into his pocket and said gruffly, "It's not that hard. You'll get it. Just try again."

Another voice sounded unexpectedly nearby, and Daryan started, jerking his head towards the sound.

"And what is this?" Klavier's brother, Kristoph, was standing on the sidewalk several paces away, watching them. "Klavier, what are you doing?"

"Nothing," said Klavier, fruitlessly attempting to hide his cigarette. Kristoph was already walking towards him, and once he reached him, he took hold of his wrist, raising his hand so he could see the cigarette clearly. He began to speak to Klavier in German, his tone soft but serious. Daryan knew he was being deliberately left out of the conversation, so he stayed where he was, his back against the brick wall. Kristoph hadn't so much as glanced at him. Daryan might as well not have existed, as far as Kristoph was concerned.

Klavier's replies, however, were in English. "Yes, I know, I just wanted to try it. Kristoph, I know. I was only going to try it once. To see what it was like."

Kristoph did not follow his brother's lead into English. He said quite a few more words in German, and Daryan didn't need to know the language to understand that this was a lecture on the dangers of the very bad habit of smoking. Daryan looked up at Kristoph. Klavier's brother looked like Klavier, but he was unlike him at the same time: so collected and calm. Daryan didn't like him much, but as Kristoph was in his twenties and worked a lot at the law firm, he didn't see him a lot. He must have been on his way home from work when he'd seen them hanging out on the corner.

Klavier dropped the cigarette to the ground, then stepped on it. "All right, I promise."

Kristoph said something else.

"Ja, ja," said Klavier. He picked up the squashed cigarette, then slowly marched over to the nearby trash can and disposed of his litter properly. "There. Are you happy?"

Kristoph had not yet acknowledged Daryan in any way, and Daryan had the feeling, which he'd had before, that Kristoph barely thought of him a person. More like a stray dog Klavier had picked up somewhere. That was okay--he could be a dog. Kristoph turned to go, and as the man's expressionless gaze swept past him, Daryan bared his teeth and growled.

This gesture registered with Kristoph, and finally the man did look at him, his eyes focusing. He smiled. "Hello, Daryan."

"Hi." Daryan didn't know why he'd tried to get his attention. Now that he had it, he didn't want it.

Fortunately, Kristoph was not interested in having a conversation with him, and he addressed Klavier again. "Behave yourself. I'm going home. I love you."

"I love you, Kristoph."

Sometimes Daryan thought they sounded like actors in a play.

Kristoph disappeared around the corner, and Klavier returned to Daryan's side, his arm touching Daryan's arm. Daryan didn't pull away. "Your brother's a jerk sometimes," said Daryan.

"He doesn't mean it. He's looking out for me, that's all. He cares about me."

"Yeah, I know." Daryan took another drag on his cigarette. No one was going to take his away from him. "You want another one?"

"No, that's okay. Maybe later."

Then neither of them spoke for a few minutes. It was starting to get dark. Daryan wondered if he was going to go over Klavier's house for dinner, or if Klavier was going to come over his house, or what they were going to do next. They couldn't stand out here all night, but neither of them seemed to want to go anywhere.

Klavier's next words broke the silence. "Would you kiss me?" he asked.

"Would I--what the hell are you talking about, Gavin?"

"I don't know, I want you to kiss me."

"What for?"

Klavier shrugged. "I want to see what it's like."

"You've kissed girls before."

"Ja, I know."

"Don't get all weird on me." Daryan had finished his cigarette, so he crushed it against the wall and let it fall to the ground.

"I'm not getting weird. I don't think you even know what you mean by that."

Daryan glared at him. "I know you're really weird sometimes, Gavin."

Klavier's expression was soft and warm. His mouth wore a playful little smile, and his eyes were narrowed. He pressed his elbow against Daryan's elbow. "Okay, I'm really weird. Now will you kiss me?"

Before Daryan could think twice, he turned and seized Klavier by the shoulder, pulling him close. Klavier made a soft sound, and then he didn't make any sound at all, as Daryan covered his mouth with his own. He slipped his tongue between Klavier's lips. He wondered what would happen if Klavier's brother came back, if he'd like this more or less than the cigarette. Klavier kissed him back, and Daryan was surprised by how much he wanted it, this kiss. His heart beat fast. He had to pull away.

"You taste like smoke," Klavier said.

"Yeah, and?"

"I like it."

Daryan shook his head. He kicked his foot back against the wall, and started to walk away.

"Where are you going?" Klavier called after him.

"Home," he said.

"Can I come, too?"

"If you wanna." He kept walking. He heard Klavier's footsteps, slow at first, then quickening behind him as he hurried to catch up.

***

Klavier never did become a smoker. Daryan had known he wouldn't. Not that it meant anything, whether a person was a smoker or not, but some people didn't ever get the habit. Though that didn't stop Klavier from getting a free cig every once in a while. A man needed a smoke sometimes. Daryan understood that.

When Klavier emerged from the courtroom, Daryan was waiting, and he fell into step beside him. He'd been watching him all through the trial. He didn't say anything. He didn't need to. First guitar and second guitar always understood each other. So did a prosecutor and his detective.

Klavier didn't look at anyone. He stared straight ahead with his head high, his eyes hidden behind his sunglasses. Daryan could already tell Klavier was in one of his depressed moods, but who could blame him after what had happened in there? The defense had forged evidence, and the defendant had disappeared. Fucked up trial. Especially for a guy's first trial.

Klavier leaned over without breaking his stride, and spoke in a very low voice that only Daryan could hear. "When we are done here, I want you to take me home and fuck me until I pass out."

"Yes, sir."

"Thank you, Detective."

Hours later, they were a mess of long black hair, short blond hair, sweat, and twisted covers. Daryan lay back on the bed and smoked a cigarette while Klavier watched him, head pillowed on his chest. "Aren't you going to offer me one?" he asked.

"Do you want one?"

"Sure, why not? They must be good to smoke after sex, since you're always doing it."

"I don't smoke every time we do it. That'd be so cliché."

"Ja, I know you'd never do anything cliché." Klavier laughed.

"Fuck you," said Daryan, but he gave him a cigarette anyway. Klavier tilted back his head in that familiar, trusting gesture. Daryan could have lit the cigarette with his lighter, which was a silver lighter with a stylized G on it. Klavier had given it to him. He put those fucking G's on everything. But Daryan didn't want to use the lighter. Instead, he leaned in close, touching his own lit cigarette to Klavier's. It caught fire.

Klavier breathed smoke in and out. "That's good," he said. "I needed that."

Daryan stroked Klavier's hair, enjoying the warmth and weight of his body. "Don't worry, baby. Your next case'll be better. None of that shit was your fault. You did a good job. You were gonna win."

"I don't know," said Klavier.

"What do you mean, you don't know?"

"I don't know--something didn't seem right."

"Don't worry about it. You worry too much."

"Ja, maybe."

"I still think you're the best prosecutor."

Klavier made a pleased noise. "At least I have the best detective."

"Yeah, you do." Daryan had been enjoying his reputation as the prodigy detective. He hadn't had much choice about being a prodigy, though. He couldn't have let Klavier be a prosecutor without him.

"I finished my cigarette," said Klavier. "Can I have another?"

He always smoked way too fast. He was still such an amateur. He must have been in one hell of a bad mood if he wanted a second cigarette. "No."

"Why not?"

"Come here."

Klavier sat up, and Daryan pulled him close. He took another drag on his cigarette, then put his lips to Klavier's. He breathed out, and Klavier knew him so well, he breathed in at the exact right moment, taking in all the smoke. "See?" said Daryan. "You can smoke mine with me."

Klavier was so delighted, he clapped his hands. He was like a big kid sometimes. He'd almost forgotten about the disaster of a trial for the moment, though Daryan knew he was gonna get depressed all over again later. For now, he was smiling. "I like that," he said. "Let's do it again."

"We can do it as much as you want." He took another drag, and he leaned in towards Klavier again. Klavier's lips parted. He watched Daryan's eyes, and Daryan watched his. Daryan breathed out. Klavier breathed in. The smoke tasted sweeter against Klavier's lips. Like that, they smoked the rest of the cigarette together. Klavier knew just when to inhale, every time. It was easy, when they worked together.

***

Nails in your coffin. That was what they called cigarettes. Daryan thought that was true, in a way. Like anything else, they marked time. Like anything else, there was always a last one. One last smoke before you go.

"Why are you smoking so much today?" Klavier asked him. There was a rough note in his voice, almost angry.

They were standing outside the Prosecutor's Office. It was a sunny day. The sunshine didn't suit Daryan's mood. He wished the sky could have been gray, a light rain falling, but no such luck. "Am I?" Daryan shrugged. "Didn't notice."

"You seem nervous."

"I'm not nervous." Daryan closed his eyes and made his mind a blank. He was conscious of nothing but the smoke in his lungs and the cigarette in his mouth. He held the smoke in for as long as he could, then let it out through his nose. He couldn't see it with his eyes closed, but he liked the way it looked, curling upwards in twin tendrils like that. He'd always meant to learn to make smoke rings, but he hadn't figured it out yet. He wondered if he ever would. "I don't have a fucking reason to be."

"I'm taking you off the case, Daryan."

"What?" His eyes snapped open. "Why the hell would you do something like that?"

"I don't think you need to ask me why."

"Shit. You really piss me off sometimes, Gavin."

"Ja, I know, Crescend." Klavier stood regarding him defiantly. They pissed each other off sometimes. A lot.

"Give me a cigarette," Klavier demanded.

"Oh, now you want something from me?" Daryan rolled his eyes, pretending that he wasn't going to give him one, though he already knew he was.

"Give it to me."

Wordlessly, Daryan opened the pack and handed him one.

"Lighter," said Klavier.

Daryan handed that over, too. It was the silver one Klavier had given him, years ago. Klavier lit his own cigarette. Once he'd lit it, he tried to hand the lighter back, but Daryan wouldn't take it. "You keep it."

Klavier opened his mouth, and at first, he looked like he was going to insist, but instead, he slipped the lighter into his jacket pocket without a word of protest.

Daryan sighed. "You know, I never could figure out why you smoke. I don't think you really like it."

The angry note returned to Klavier's voice when he replied. "Maybe because I wanted to be closer to you," he said. "Maybe because I want to understand you better."

Daryan didn't say anything.

"I don't," added Klavier, after some time had passed.

Daryan closed his eyes again. The smoke tasted good. The cigarette felt right, in its place between his two fingers. He wondered if this would be the last one.

Comments

[smudwasadraigon.livejournal.com]

Oh nooo, I promised myself I wouldn't support this pairing, but now... I blame you. And I love you for it XD

They way you've written it is just so... real. I can believe this relationship. Unlike that between Kristoph and Klavier--"I love you" indeed. I wonder what Kristoph would have done if Klavier hadn't given the correct response.

Speaking of which, I really enjoyed the way you wrote Klavier--both adorably weird, and having an emotional depth which he can conceal from all but a select few, like Daryan. (I really liked your angry Daryan, too! XD) D'aww, Prosecutor/Detective love, it's the best kind there is! "Yes, sir." "Thank you, Detective." I DIED. XD

In fact, that whole scene was fantastic. Daryan telling Klavier he was the best prosecutor and was going to win--melted my heart. Lighting Klavier's cigarette with his own--incredibly sexy. And not only did you use that bit from the picture that was the original prompt, but you worked in Daryan with his hair down and messy--the other picture that was occupying my mind at the time. HOW DID YOU KNOW? XD

And then. And then. Oh no, the downfall. When Daryan wouldn't take the cigarette lighter, it broke my heart. I cried T_T Which admittedly is a pretty common occurrence, but still! It sealed my fate. I love this story. I can't thank you enough! <3 <3

[josshouse.livejournal.com]

Nice icon, dawg.

[smudwasadraigon.livejournal.com]

Thanks heaps! ^_________^

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Thank you. ♥ I'm so happy you enjoyed it. I really liked the idea, so thanks for the request. Also, I am glad I could sway you towards the pairing. I can't resist those Gavinners and their rock star love. <3

I'm very glad you like how I wrote them both. They're such fun characters. I think that of all my drawings of them, the smoking one and the hair down one were my favorites, too, so that's probably why I included both images in the story (that, or I'm psychic). Hair down Daryan is great, especially since with his hair down, you don't have to draw the big phallic sharkhair (not that I don't love the sharkhair, but change is good).

Their doomed relationship makes me kind of sad, too. I'm such a sap.

I have a big big weakness for Prosecutors/Detectives, though that is pretty obvious at this point. (Though I do like Defense Attorneys/Prosecutors, too, as well as other occupational combinations, haha.)

I'm sure Kristoph is very strict about Klavier giving the right response. He likes for everything to be proper. I realize I like putting Kristoph in things, for some reason. I guess I enjoy writing about him.

Thanks again! :D

[smudwasadraigon.livejournal.com]

Doomed relationships are one of my favourite things, in an emotionally masochistic kind of way XD

I hope someone makes you a request that involves Kristoph :D

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Haha, yeah, I started writing about Kristoph in this story (http://foxysquidalso.livejournal.com/22712.html), and it was so much fun, I kept making his role bigger, and then I had to write him into your smoking story, too. :D

Stupid Apollo Justice, making me want to write fan fiction! It's so evil.

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Oh, and I forgot to mention--doomed relationships are a big favorite of mine, too. *fellow masochist*

[smudwasadraigon.livejournal.com]

Oh my god, Kristoph is fantastically awesome in that story! I'm going to be following that one with interest :D

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Oh, thanks! I'm glad you think so! Haha, I just posted a second part (http://foxysquidalso.livejournal.com/23961.html), if you're interested.

Ah, and sorry, I don't mean to be self-promoting and keep linking to my stuff, I always feel weird doing that. :D

[smudwasadraigon.livejournal.com]

No no, please, keep linking me, I'm far too disorganised to find things on my own! XD

[pandir.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed this one very much, despite not knowing much about the characters. :3
In fact, it makes it really interesting to know next to nothing and let the bits and pieces of the story tell you just enough to get it.

As fictional smoking is very hot, I liked that theme a lot, especially since you had so lovely ideas to play that theme out. <3

These two are unbelievably cute and the whole scene after the trial makes me love them through and through!
The last part makes it even worse - I love the well-placed bits of dialogue and Daryan's pondering, and some sort of drama in a relationship makes it more intriguing for me.
(Is the last part something that happened in the game in some way?)

On another note, I am very amused by the fact that Klavier is actually German and is called "Klavier". :D It's a very pretty word, though, so I don't judge him.
What is the story with his brother? The beginning of the story sparked my interest. :)

PS: Oh, and if you ever need a German sentence for a story, feel free to ask!

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! And thanks for reading. I'm really glad you enjoyed it, even though you don't know much about the games. Sometimes I like reading about things I don't really know about, too--it's a different kind of experience, trying to piece things together from the little hints.

Fictional smoking is really hot, I agree. Smoking makes for such nice imagery. And Daryan and Klavier are so fun together. I love their rock star, law enforcement love. There's definitely a lot of drama in their relationship! Yes, the last part is set during the game, before something important that happens between them. Daryan's only in one case--I really wish there was more of him. Fortunately, there's lots of Klavier!

Yes, I keep laughing over the fact that his name is Klavier. Why, I HAVE NO IDEA. He doesn't even play the piano, not that we see, anyway. But I do think Klavier is a pretty word, too. Maybe his real name is something that sounds horrible, so he changed it. His name in the German version of the game is apparently Kantilen, which sounds lovely to me, but I don't know how it sounds in German.

Oh, Klavier's brother is another major character in the Apollo Justice game. I don't want to spoil you too much, in case you do play the game--Kristoph starts out as Apollo's mentor, but he has a very different role by the game's end.

And thank you so much for your offer of German help! That's really nice of you. I'll let you know if I need a sentence. <3

[redvelvetaddict.livejournal.com]

Stoppppp you're breaking my heaaaartttt ;_________;
It can't be the lassssttttt

Anyway, nothing new to report, sir! Dog references are still awesome. Kristoph chastising is still hot. Messy hair is still the HOTTEST, and so is SHARED SMOKING ffffuck.

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Awwww, thanks so much, baby. <3 I'm so glad you liked it. Dogs, Kristoph, and messy hair are hard for me to leave out of things! Also, my smoking expert was very helpful with her advice.

WELL, AS YOU KNOW, IN MY OTHER STORY, THEY WILL GET BACK TOGETHER, SO DON'T WORRY TOO MUCH. (Haha, why am I so hopeless?)

[josshouse.livejournal.com]

Fuckin' beautiful. I don't even know how to comment on this.

I missed you, Gavinnercest.

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much. I'm very glad you enjoyed it, and I really appreciate the comment. I've gotten a bit addicted to Gavinnercest lately, myself! (And I like that name for it.)

[josshouse.livejournal.com]

Maybe you'll appreciate this, then.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8SLF4MKM7yo

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Ahhhhh, that's so great, I love it!

Thank you so much for the link.

[josshouse.livejournal.com]

Thank you for the sexy fiction !

[kiyala.livejournal.com]

Yay I like reading fics from you :D (either here or on y!Gal xD) and I really enjoyed this one. Awww Daryan <3

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! I'm really happy to hear that you like my fics, and this one in particular. I guess I've really been in the mood to write about these two lately. <3

[armistice-day.livejournal.com]

"Ja, I know you'd never do anything cliché." Klavier laughed.

"Fuck you," said Daryan, but he gave him a cigarette anyway.

Perfect. Tough and teasing and sharing and unknowing and rock stars and so many moments. Just perfectly Klavier and Daryan.

Though I feel it only fair to state that I was forced to save myself from a downward spiral by imagining one more conversation, one more cigarette - when Daryan gets sprung, of course. ♥

THEY SET HIM UP MAN

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Thanks, babe. ♥ Aww, they're really fun to write about, so I'm pleased you like my writing about them! And I approve of any and all happy endings you might want to append, of course.

And thanks again for the smokechecking. Smokerpicking? Whatever you want to call it. This non-smoker is in your debt!

[roketto-dan.livejournal.com]

dfkljdlfslkdjf oh my god. this.

I got so excited when I saw that this was a Klavier/Daryan smoking-centric fic ((: I just love that theme and that pairing together (oh me and my 129803 icons of daryan smoking). No words. This story was really good. The ending broke my heart.

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Oh, thank you so much!

I'm a big fan of smoker Daryan, too. I kept seeing fanart of him smoking (such as in this icon and in your icons), and it made me love the idea. So then I drew a picture of it, and then my picture inspired my friend to request this story--I guess that's how this came about.

I'm really glad you liked the story.

[winhall.livejournal.com]

<3 <3 <3

First guitar and second guitar always understood each other. So did a prosecutor and his detective.

I'm loving the hell out of that sentence.
*twitters it*
I really like how you describe their relationship, and also how Kristoph fits into the picture.

Awesome~! ^_^x

[foxysquidalso.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much! <3 I'm really glad you enjoyed this, as well as that particular sentence.

I do love writing about how those two work together (and do other things together, of course).

[miuu-chan.livejournal.com]

It's perfect.

I'd love to desribe _why_, but I can't find words to express that. It's just... sexy, and lovely, funny and cute, and it breaks your heart. Simply perfect.

I'm in love.