002. [Action] - Backdated to slightly after Kissing Phoenix.

[makethemguilty]

What is the meaning of this?!…What the hell is wrong with this place? What are they putting in the air?!

[That…Phoenix had gotten a taste of the von Karmic perfection—quite literally—was like him drinking from the ambrosia of the gods, it was…forbidden! How could this be?! Why? What madness had overcome the both of them. He's evidently not pleased with the results, because he's currently isolated himself to a corner of the library.

The fact alone that he had kissed a defense attorney was a kind of relation that transgressed legal, moral, and professional norms…"Fraternization with the enemy", in effect.]

I will not allow this ridiculousness to continue!

[Of course after that entire mess he went to stalk the length of the castle corridors furthest from Wright as possible, vowing to never again seek out his company.

Little was he aware that nutcrackers abounded in this part of the library where he'd chosen to go, and that he'd done nothing to prevent encounters from happening with the other residents. It doesn't occur to him in fact, because he's having a rare moment in which his composure has slipped.


Manfred von Karma's s situational awareness was indeed lowered slightly, and despite the decorations of lights, tinsel, and other appropriate holiday fare, he stands right in the vicinity of the library where the nutcrackers happened to loom like little terrible dolls of ruination.

And with that, the dictation ends, for he's currently busy trying to recover his dignity.]


[ooc: Open to all for Kissmas things here, planned and unplanned!]

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[makethemguilty]

[For once, rather than wish all the pain and death penalties on Phoenix Wright, von Karma wanted nothing more than this...this sensation. At the hands of the spell he was lulled into this kind of illlogical stupor, kissing Phoenix hotly until they were both breathless and left near panting. Indeed, it didn't seem they were going to stop anytime soon.

Rather, the moment he felt his coat being pushed from his shoulders he had every right to protest of this violation of his precious personal space...yet he did not. Instead, he aided the attorney and let his dress shirt and vest be exposed by letting the coat trail from his shoulders to be discarded. Beneath that "fine clothing" he was powerfully built, and he would thus make show of it. Before long his arm wound about that of the younger man's torso, fingers none-too-shyly pushing up Phoenix's own shirt, searching out the planes and contours of his chest.

Something was terribly amiss here. He did not seem to even be rightly aware...or rightly care that they were in fact in the midst of a library, in a public setting, where they could be discovered or seen by anyone. He was closer to his enemy than he could ever thought to be, embraced in a soul kiss that left him only hungry for more. Nothing was right about this situation. But he...instead of being worried, under the spell, Manfred deftly began to press against him, all-too-willing to engage him well, and so intimately.]

[takethat]

[Phoenix has always been really very noisy when he's aroused, and he's long since forgotten about this being a library. When Manfred's fingers find his own bare chest, he growls in appreciation.

And when the prosecutor presses against him, Phoenix throws his head back and moans loudly, bucking upward once before he can stop himself. Not that he really wants to stop himself.

Nor does he want Manfred to stop. He grabs the man by his collar and drags him closer still, taking a few steps back, longing for something to fall against--a wall, maybe, or a chair--so that he can be even further at the mercy of his... enemy.]

[makethemguilty]

[Such a terribly provocative display...If he'd been in the privacy of his home no doubt he'd not have been nearly so patient to separate Phoenix from his clothes nor to do such...terribly inappropriate things to him.

A deep, stentorian purr rumbled from his powerful chest, his mouth descending to suckle and leave marks upon the skin of his dearly loathed attorney's throat. He doesn't seem to rightly mind the noisiness, only spurred on further by it. The curse of the kiss had maddened him surely, for he willingly lets him sensually maneuver himself against his front, causing friction that made him hiss in appreciation.

No matter how he cared to deny it...even von Karma could be aroused from such activity. A shudder passes through him and he kisses him again, this time pushing him against the table and firmly pinning him there, bumping the nutcracker off its surface in the process.]

[takethat]

[It's all going to drive Phoenix mad, if he doesn't do something soon--and he grinds hard against Manfred again, and again, until suddenly the nutcracker is knocked off the table and crashes to the ground.

When it shatters, so does the spell.

Immediately, Phoenix flings his eyes open wide and cries out deep in his throat (being that his lips are still presently occupied). Not again....]

[makethemguilty]

[It's an alien feeling, this strange arousal that dominates his will power and even his mind. His only concern, during that time, had been to satisfy the need to kiss and touch every part of the man below him, no matter the consequence—perfectly.

His slacks have, at this point, tightened uncomfortably, and it's all he can do not to devour Phoenix completely in his grasp, and with his mouth. Another deeper shiver passes through him at being rubbed against so provocatively and he renewed his grip on the man, continuing to hold him in place to prevent his squirming, about to go a step further with their charade when....clarity begins to persuade him to stop.

The stifled sound startles him more as he breaks the kiss slowly, this very compromising position for once breaking that perfect stillness. His face was flush, his body was...embarrassingly uncooperative. And his clothes were likewise a mess.

How utterly undignified a position to find himself in. He immediately withdraws, extracting himself from on top of the attorney, and turns away, calmly smoothing his hair back into place as if none of this had ever transpired. "It didn't happen". If he could repeat that mantra enough, at times even Manfred was willing to believe it. Yet, the fact remained that...an attorney had made him disturbingly conflicted.]

T'ch…Do not forget that you instigated this.

[His voice was low, mellifluous yet still full of rich and dark sultriness, like the deep purring of a tiger.]

[takethat]

The castle instigated it!! It was the castle!!

[His cries are both loud and desperate, though hardly aroused anymore.]

Don't blame me for something I didn't have any more control over than you did!

[Even as he's making his argument, he's inching away, hoping to put as much space as possible between himself and the prosecutor and... keep the space there. Forever.]

[makethemguilty]

[Try to blame it as you wish, but there's no escaping the fact that it's happened. Perhaps they can come to an agreement, regarding this incident.

However, his state of disarray is his immediate concern, hence he is smoothing his hair back into place, and straightening his clothes. He gathers his fallen coat as well, folding it beneath his arm, then coming to glance over at Phoenix.]

Let us not...speak of it.

[takethat]

...you've never been more right.

[And he sidles away, inching with his back to the bookshelves (unwilling to turn it on Manfred), and looking like a crazy person in such a state of disarray and distrust.]