May 2021 Drabble #1 (of 3) (Patreon)

There will be 3 drabbles this month since there was a tie in the first poll and I really want to write both of the choices lol

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Edgeworth/? – Whoever could be accosting Prosecutor Edgeworth when he is stuck in a badly kept evidence room?!

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Edgeworth bristles when he steps into evidence room #3 and sees the absolute chaos that it is in. He is in a hurry and he does not have time to deal with this unsightly mess on top of everything else. He has to grab and find the evidence before Wright does, so he won’t start up his little games again.

Which division is responsible for evidence room #3 again? It has to be Gumshoe’s… oh, there would be some hefty budget cuts.

Fuming, Edgeworth makes his way through the tightly packed hallways of the little room and right to the back. There’s no use wasting time with lamenting the incompetency of the police force. He has to find that locket. He can’t believe Phoenix manages time and time again to link current cases to some freak accidents in the long-gone past. This is outrageous…

Things happen fast. Miles has carefully craned his body through an opening in a dilapidated looking shelf to peer behind it, when he hears the soft sound of a box sliding – and immediately following that, the rumble of everything around him collapsing. He jerks his arms up to shield his head from anything that might be falling from the top shelf, but other than the framework of the thing collapsing around his waste and cinching him in… nothing happens.

Thank goodness. It would have been just the end to this miserable day to spend it in the ER because of Gumshoe’s incompetence.

He tries to move backwards. It doesn’t work. He tries to move forwards. It doesn’t work. Edgeworth can feel a bit of panic starting to creep up on him. This is… not good. It is just enough like an earthquake that he starts to feel queasy about it all… until there are hands on his thighs.

He jerks hard enough that he painfully hits his head on a shelf just above it. Who would organize an evidence room so poorly? Ooohh Gumshoe would have to start to pay him to be able to work…

The hands have not moved away. In fact, they move around him, g… groping.

Miles’ heart starts to thump faster.

“Who is there?!” he calls imperiously, but no luck. Whoever has snuck into evidence room #3 is not dumb enough to answer his call for identification. Instead, they are… they are starting to open his trousers.

Miles immediately feels shellshocked. Sexual harassment? He? He is getting… He is getting harassed?!

“Stop this immediately! Do you even know who you are dealing with?”

He doesn’t know if his assailant knows, because they are not responding. They are also not stopping. Instead, they are starting to slowly drag his pants down his ass, revealing his white and… ah… tastefully ruffled undergarments to the room. Edgeworth’s nausea becomes more pronounced, though this time more out of nervous humiliation.

“Stop it!... Please.”

The person is tugging down his underwear in playful little tugs; revealing his lily white bottom bit by bit as if teasing themselves with the sight of it. Who would do such a dastardly thing?!