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The past few weeks had been nothing but a hurricane of one horrible thing after the other for Miles Edgeworth. It felt as if his whole life had come crashing down with the death of his father. Since then, the questioning of police, getting pulled from school by his new care giver, Mr. Von Karma, moving into the estate and preparing for today, his father’s funeral, had all been one big, unpleasant blur. Miles felt like a ghost amongst the living, a child thrown into the deep end of an adults world. He’d tried to be grateful- Von Karma’s abode was definitely fancy, maids and butlers waiting hand and foot on him was fine and all, but it was no replacement for being awoken by his father, for cooking breakfast together and watching the newest episode of Steel Samurai, Miles’ father letting him explain who was good and who was bad, why each character did this or that.. Miles suspected his father knew either way, but he was still happy to repeat the information.
Miles was, naturally, the first to see his father’s body in the casket. It was succinct to say, he couldn’t handle it. The peaceful look on his face, his pale skin and the stiff-looking tuxedo he’d been dressed in… it all did nothing but remind Miles of that abhorrent day. He could practically smell the iron and hear the screams, feel the floor shaking beneath his feet. He sobbed and wailed, running off to hide in a corner like the child he was. He felt humiliated- a ridiculous display before his father’s friends and colleagues. Miles sat, curled in on himself atop a bench in the corner, face pressed into his knees.
“This seat taken?” A familiar voice called, and when Miles raised his head, his assumptions were only confirmed, Uncle Ray had taken the spot on the bench beside him, dressed in a fancy suit, with his usual hat forsaken, revealing a head of black curly hair. Miles just sighed and returned his head to his knees, a large hand placing itself on his back keeping his attention on the man next to him. “This must be hard for you too… you want a hug? To make you feel better?”
Usually, Miles would give him a firm no thank you, an annoyance of an offer that was dubious at best. Yet, Miles now practically threw himself into Ray’s arms. The man grunted with the force, but held Miles close, listening as sniffles turned to sobs, then to wailing.
Ray gently shifted Miles closer, hands sliding down to his rear and pulled him onto his lap, pressing a kiss to his forehead, which only served to remind Miles of his father more- the way his father would kiss scrapped knees better, would hold him close during sad movies and would promise him that everything would be okay when things seemed their bleakest. The boys wails drew the attention of other funeral goers, though their attention was swiftly redirected away from the glare Ray shot anyone who’s eyes met his own.
“come on Miles, lets go outside..” Ray lifted the boy with ease, carrying him out of the chapel and into the family bathroom, where he gently placed Miles down and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe his reddened face clean from snot and tears. “There we go, I almost couldn’t see you under all that gunk!” Ray laughed, but the boy just stared at him, small hand clutching his sleeve and big grey eyes watching him like a hawk, as if he were afraid that something would happen if he looked away.
“… here, let me make you feel better, okay?” Ray offered as he plopped down on the floor, legs crossing as he patted his lap “take a seat, I’ll show you something that’ll wipe that frown right off your face!” He insisted, which Miles doubted greatly- he was sure he’d be grappling with this guilt- this disgust in himself for the rest of his life.. whatever tickle fight Ray was going to suggest wouldn’t help. Still, he sat down as requested.
large hands once again turned him around to face Ray, earning a confused noise from the boy. Slowly, one hand slid down to grope at Miles’ rear through his shorts, the other beginning to undo his pants. Miles jumped and pushed at Ray’s hand, looking up at him in alarm, though he was met with a dismissive chuckle. “Don’t be a spoilsport, Miles, it’s part of the fun..”
“b-but… dad said… not to- to let anyone touch there..” Miles furrowed his brow as he recalled his father’s warning, but Ray just shrugged “just this once? I promise you, it’s worth it..” He insisted, pressing closer and pressing his lips to Miles’ neck, causing a shiver to go down his spine. When Miles didn’t say anything, Ray’s hands returned to pulling off his pants, exposing the boy’s nude lower body.
“You were always such a pretty boy, you know that?” Ray spoke softly, rubbing his hip, fingers dipping closer to Miles’ sensitive parts, earning a whine from the boy. “U-Uncle Ray-“ a groan came from the man holding him “I don’t- I don’t wanna do this anymore, I wanna go back-“ Miles could feel the grip on him tightening, the kisses on his neck growing into nips and licks.
“So.. so pretty..” Ray wasn’t listening anymore, and even as Miles pushed on his shoulders, he didn’t budge. A finger dragged against lower lips and the small boy shuddered, thighs trying to press together, to no avail. “Don’t hide from your Uncle Ray, Miles, just let me make you feel good…” he insisted, a finger pushing inside and stretching the boy around it. Miles gasped and gripped tightly on the man’s tuxedo, earning a grin from Ray.
“So cute for me… don’t hold back, okay? Your Uncle Ray wants to hear how good you feel…” he purred, free hand unbuttoning Miles’ shirt to expose his torso, grinning at his flat chest and exposed nipples, kissing on one of them as he pumped his finger in and out of the small entrance, earning small gasps and whines from the boy. It felt good- good in a way that made Miles’ legs tingle and pull up, the display earning a pleased groan from Ray, hips bucking and pulling the boy’s attention to the bulge in his pants.
“you see that, right? How excited you got your Uncle Ray?” He groaned out, putting one of Miles’ hands on the warm tent, feeling far too much of his length through the fabric- was he even wearing underwear? “You’re so pretty… so good for me..” He groaned as he rolled his hips up against the small palm. Ray pumped his finger faster, thumb rubbing against the boy’s clit and indulging himself more, groaning.
“come on now, cum for Uncle Ray… let me see that cute face all excited just for me..” Ray purred, watching as the usually prim and proper boy crumbled before him. He hiccuped and whined, writhing in Ray’s lap as he tried to grapple with the compounding pleasure, unfamiliar sensations swirling inside the boy and overwhelming him, leaving him grasping for Ray while his legs jolted and twitched, face twisted in pleasure and his eyes widened suddenly as, albeit unknowingly so, his climax approached.
“n-nghoooh!!” Miles squealed as he clenched around the finger, trying to push him away, mouth agape as his vision was blurred with white, practically seeing stars as he felt Ray pull his finger out, leaving him feeling strangely… empty. But- at least those weird sensations were over now.. Miles pulled away on wobbly legs, trying to grab for his discarded pants, but he was stopped by Ray, who rubbed that bulge against one of Miles’ legs. A hand- thankfully not the one still wet with slick- grasped Miles jaw, forcing him to look at Ray before chapped lips pressed to his own, stealing away his first kiss in a disgusting mix of tongue and teeth.
“hey- I made you feel real good, didn’t I..? I think it’s a little unfair that you’re just leaving Uncle Ray all alone to deal with this..” He pulled Miles back to his lap, hands roving over his still exposed body as he spoke,
“won’t you be a good boy and make me feel good too?”