A/N: I need to stop taking on prompts on the kink meme when I have so many to finish. ORZ But I promise I'll finish them all! Anyway, this is a response to a prompt requesting Gant/Lana/Edgeworth smut.

Rated M for future explicit nonconsensual sex acts and sexualized violence.

Lana Skye knew it would be bad when Miles Edgeworth, the new prosecutor lauded for his perfect win record, lost his first case. When Chief of Police Damon Gant called Edgeworth to his office soon after that, her suspicions that he would not go without punishment were confirmed. And when Edgeworth continued to act in that lofty, prideful manner he was notorious for in the courtroom, that's when she knew for certain that his fate was sealed.

"I can only apologize for my shortcoming, Chief Gant," he was saying as he stared his superior down. "There's nothing I can do for it now. And –" He tapped the side of his head in so condescending a way that Lana inwardly cringed. "I cannot be held entirely accountable. Your men did, after all, arrest the wrong person."

Gant was smiling genially, like he always did, but Lana knew it was only a facade masking the cruelty she knew slumbered underneath. "Worthy," he said when the prosecutor had finished speaking, and Edgeworth winced at the nickname. "I hope you're not accusing my men of going about their work incorrectly."

Edgeworth looked taken aback by the bluntness of the comment. He seemed to grapple for the right words for several moments before finally responding, "I mean no disrespect by it, sir, but the truth of the matter is, the police apprehended a suspect who was proven to be innocent. I played no part in that." There was still a twang of arrogance in his voice, in spite of being so suddenly caught off-guard.

Lana pitied him and his ignorance.

"You should take off your coat, Worthy," Gant said, again appearing to surprise Edgeworth with his directness as well as with the strangeness of the request. "You seem to be getting too hot and fired up. I partially blame the heating in this room!" He gave a deep laugh, and Lana felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

"I think I'll keep it on, thank you," was Edgeworth's reply, and though his words were cool and defiant, his voice shook a little. Lana couldn't blame him; Gant's entire presence was such that he had that intimidating effect on people. And of course, as the chief of police, he had the power to reinforce it.

For as long as Lana had known him, Chief Gant had always gotten his way. Now would be no different.

"Lana," he said at last after one of his uncomfortably long pauses, and she tensed; "take off his coat, would you?"

She had no choice; she moved up to Edgeworth, putting her hands on his shoulders. He shrugged her off, looking all at once surprised, indignant, and even a little afraid.

"Chief Gant, I don't know what you're aiming to do, but I'd appreciate it if you left me my personal space," he snapped, without looking at Lana; he seemed to be trying to ignore her altogether. Helplessly, she looked to her boss, not so much asking his next instructions as silently willing him to just end this whole thing before it got out of hand, before it went too far and caused irreparable damage.

But Gant was a self-assured man, secure in his power, and he was unacquainted with giving up; she knew this all too well. "Now, Worthy," he said, still smiling benignly even as his voice took a dangerous turn. "Be a polite guest and let Ms. Skye take your coat for you."

Perhaps Edgeworth heard that dark note in his voice, or maybe he feared for Lana, for a moment later, he hastily divested of his coat and handed it to her, his eyes icy. She took it without a word, folded it neatly, and then laid it across Gant's desk. Edgeworth watched her all the while, and his gaze lingered on the coat even after she had moved away, as if being separated from it made him anxious. She could understand that; it was Gant's order, after all, that had forced him to part with it, and to know that the man's power went as far as allowing him to control what was worn in his presence was frightening.

But Gant's intent was so much darker than mandating a simple dress code. Lana knew that; this green Edgeworth kid did not, though he seemed to be on the verge of the realization that something wasn't quite right about this whole situation. Unfortunately for the young prosecutor, it was already too late.

"Lana, take off your muffler," was Gant's next order, and unlike Edgeworth, Lana was conditioned to obey without question. She threaded her fingers under the fabric, feeling the warmth of her sweating throat, and tugged. A moment later, the scarf came undone, and she coiled it around her forearm, awaiting further instruction with a heavy heart.

"Why are you telling her to take off her muffler?" Edgeworth said suddenly, anger latent in his voice and just barely restrained. "It's rude to order an employee around like that, especially a subordinate! It's an abuse of power!"

Lana's heartbeat started to pick up momentum as her fear – fear for him – mounted. Gant only chuckled and slowly, loudly clapped his hands, causing the both of them to flinch. "An abuse of power, you say?" His voice was jovial, almost disturbingly so, but his eyes flashed behind his glasses. "Ah, Worthy! You're too straight-laced! You really ought to loosen up a bit, hmm?"

The young prosecutor flushed a little but stood his ground. Gant laughed again.

"As for why I'm having Ms. Skye remove her muffler, well..." He reached up a gloved hand and began to twiddle with a strand of his hair. "I'm a very practical man, Worthy, and I like to take advantage of the resources I have available. I asked Ms. Skye to take off her scarf so that I would have something to bind your hands with."

Gant was never one to beat around the bush. Lana could only avert her eyes, part in shame and part in discomfort, as Edgeworth took a step back, eyes going wide.

"E-excuse me?" he managed to get out, sounding as if he were desperately hoping he had misheard. He hadn't, of course.

"You heard me, Worthy," Gant said calmly, stepping up beside Lana as if to compensate for the step the prosecutor had taken back. "You need to learn a lesson in respect and humility, and I intend to teach it to you. Now come over here so I can tie you up."