Opposites

Day and Night. Sound and Silence. Earth and Sky.

All opposites that naturally belong with each other, unlike other opposites, such as defence and prosecution, rivals, not meant to be with each other.

Miles Edgeworth couldn't sleep. Sitting on the edge of his bed he rubbed his eyes and glanced at the glaring red clock.

4:35AM

Sighing, he glanced over his shoulder to his lover, gently snoring away, unaware of Miles' disturbance, and smiled. Who would have ever seen this coming? Miles Edgeworth, the man once known as the Demon Prosecutor, and Phoenix Wright, an amateur, greenhorn defence attorney, being friends? Let alone sharing a penthouse apartment a few blocks down from their offices.

A small smiled played upon his lips as he remembered the day when they decided to move in with each other. It was a long, tedious debate, with Phoenix wanting a small apartment, and Miles wanted a substantially bigger place, not unlike his then-current house (a mansion in Phoenix's eyes). But as usual, due to the soft spot the prosecutor held for him, Phoenix got his own way, and Miles settled for the apartment they share today.

Even after all this time, he still shakes his head in disbelief at his luck; he never, ever, thought that anyone would reciprocate his feelings, let alone the man currently sleeping in his bed. He thought it impossible, after all, he did have that young medium, who spent her life by his side, and if that wasn't enough, her younger cousin would run around, chewing her thumbnail, while declaring that 'Mr. Nick' and 'Mystic Maya' were each other's 'special someone'. He never stood a chance.

However, little did he know that his spikey haired rival had little romantic interest in his aide.

His focus was on someone, slightly… Manlier, and distinctively unfeminine, very unlike Maya, who the whole courtroom thought he'd eventually be with, especially after the deKiller case.

He shook his head violently; he did not want to return to that trial.

Instead, he focused on a memory much more pleasing to him. A summer's evening, around eighteen months ago, when Phoenix followed him to the car park.

"Please Edgeworth; I need to speak with you. It's… Important"

The prosecutor sighed inwardly, "Wright, I do not have the time to deal with your problems, if you have a problem, try your assistant. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to listen. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a dinner reservation with Franziska"

"Your dinner reservation can wait Edgeworth, I need to speak with you. Not Maya, you"

The force of this statement caused Edgeworth to hesitate, these feelings he had been harbouring for his rival had been simmering under the surface for a while now, and try as he might, he found it very difficult to turn down the defence attorney's demand. Shutting the door of his car, he turned to face Wright, glimmers of hope that maybe, just maybe he was about to get a proclamation of love being squashed by the voice of Manfred von Karma telling him hopes were for those who did not have the potential for perfection.

"What can I do for you Wright?"

Phoenix stuttered, his face deepening to a bright crimson, turned his head away from the glaring eyes of Miles Edgeworth and to the floor.

"Well… You see… I need to, well. Tell you something… I can't bear the secrecy any longer"

The man paused. Edgeworth stayed silent, maybe it would be worth hearing him out. But at Phoenix's pace. Not his.

"I know that we're rivals. But I feel, that over the past few months, we've become, well. Friends as well"

Edgeworth raised an eyebrow nonchalantly, trying not to display his true thoughts. What was this man getting at? Had this perceived his true feelings and was using this as an attempt to make sure they both knew they were in the 'just friends' zone? Edgeworth wasn't entirely sure if he could cope with a definitive answer right now.

"And? Wright, this really doesn't seem truly important, I really must be going-"

"Wait! Please!" a very different Phoenix to the calm, commanding man from just a few minutes ago pleaded.

"I won't take too much of your time, just, hear me out. Please"

Sighing again, and against all logic, Edgeworth faced the man, and gave a short nod, signalling for the man to continue, quickly.

"Well. Like I said, I've felt we've become closer…"

'Closer?' thought Edgeworth 'does he really mean that?'

"And, I've realised, as we've gotten closer, that I really care for you Edgeworth, and more recently, I've realised, more than a friend would. I don't think I like you Edgeworth. I think I love you"

With those words, von Karma's voice vanished from his mind, and Edgeworth stumbled backwards, leaning back on his car, in a reaction not unlike moments in court when Wright presented evidence that shattered his perfectly formed cases. He gasped for breath, not realising he'd been holding it in, and stared at Wright, who was looking ashamed and embarrassed at his confession, clearing his throat, Wright composed himself.

"I'm sorry Edgeworth, I shouldn't have said anything… I thought it'd be better if you knew, turned out that once again, I was wrong. I apologise, we shall just forget this moment occurred. I'll be on my way now. I think you should probably go as well, Franziska will not like it if you make her wait"

He turned his back on Edgeworth, who was still reeling from Phoenix's declaration, replaying the words through his head.

"I don't think I like you Edgeworth. I think I love you"

"I think I love you"

I love you.

He wasn't hearing things was he? He had heard those words come from Wright's mouth; from somewhere he'd imagined them coming from countless of times.

This attorney, opponent, rival, opposite. This man that he'd come to love over the past few years felt the same way as he did, and if this was a dream, he didn't ever want to wake up from it.

Finally, he was getting what he wanted. That is, if he chased him, while Edgeworth was gathering his thoughts, Wright had almost made it to the car park exit.

"Wright!"

The call came out a little less collected than he would've liked, but nevertheless, it got the attention of the dark-haired lawyer.

"Edgeworth, please, I know what you're going to say, and frankly, I really don't want to hear it. Let's just forget about it, ok?" the defence attorney was struggling to even look at the prosecutor, cursing himself at his inability to keep his mouth shut. Of course prosecutor Miles Edgeworth wouldn't return his feelings, how stupid was he to even entertain the idea.

"Wright. Come back here. I now have something to tell you"

This stopped him in his tracks. What could he possibly want to say? Does he want to humiliate him further? Laugh in his face? He pondered on the possibilities for a split second, deciding it would be better to get it over with now, rather than later, possibly in front of others. Turning slowly he made his way back to the suit clad prosecutor.

It was a remarkable day. Two people got what they never expected to happen. When Phoenix got back to the car, Miles proceeded to confess his feelings for the defence attorney, and from there, they officially decided they were 'seeing' each other, though Miles didn't see the need for such a high-school term to describe their budding relationship.

Their first kiss wasn't until a few days later. Miles was finishing up some paper work in the Prosecutor's office when Phoenix casually meandered in leaning against the oak bookcase, watching his new lover finish up for the day.

"You know Miles, you work too hard, the defence objects to this!"

The prosecutor looked up from his work, "The prosecution objects to the defence thinking he's on first-name terms so soon"

"Miles, I'm hurt, why aren't we on first name basis? Would you rather I called you 'Edgey-poo'?" he smirked. Miles tutted under his breath and said nothing (choosing to take the high road of course), and turned, to find that Phoenix had crept up on him while he had been focused on his work.

Phoenix pushed him back, so Miles was bending backwards over his desk, looking rather taken back by the sudden closeness. He wasn't really used to being in such close proximity with another, yet because it was Phoenix, he felt strangely relaxed, safe, even though the defence attorney had a rather devilish look in his eyes.

"Wright, not only would I prefer you not to call me…. 'Edgey-poo' I think that maybe it's time you perhaps, got off me? This is a rather unprofessional position to be found in"

His response was a smirk. "If you insist, Edgey-poo. But first, one thing"

And in that instance Phoenix closed the gap between them and placed a light, chaste kiss on the prosecutor's lips. It lasted no more than a few seconds, and when the kiss was broken, Phoenix opened his eyes to see Miles' cheeks tinged with red, and felt his breathing become heavier and heavier.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. He didn't see the kiss coming, but once Phoenix's lips met his, it was almost like a jolt of electricity burst through his body, he had never felt anything like it before, but what he did know, was that he wanted more. As Phoenix pulled back, their eyes met for a second, before Miles snaked his hand behind the attorney's head and pulled him back for a deeper longer kiss...

A very unattractive snore brought Miles back from his reminiscence. Looking over his shoulder, he saw the still undisturbed lawyer had rolled onto his side, hair maintaining it's sharpness even in the dead of night.

5:03AM

Time to try and get some more sleep. Court may begin at 10 for Phoenix, but it begins at 8:30 for Miles. And he had a... Difficult witness to deal with tomorrow.

Lying down, he scooted over and wrapped his arms around his lover's midriff, and planted a kiss on the back of his shoulder. Inhaling deeply, he quickly fell into the darkness as sleep came over him.

A/N: I don't own CapCom. I make no profit from this :)

Well this is my first venture into the PW fandom, so I hope you enjoyed it. A huge thank you and cookies to aceattorneyfan for proof-reading this for me! I think I shall be expanding on this, but from Phoenix's view, suggestions are welcome :)

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