My first real story I'm going to make an attempt at! I want to thank Soyna for letting me continue her story, Dreams and Nightmares, a Pheonix/Edgeworth story, and also the side story, Unbreakable Chains, which ties into this one. Below Is the epilogue from Dreams and Nightmares. So, here we go… Chapter 1!!
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He could hear the sounds coming out of the room. The moans and groans from their acts of pleasuring each other.
The door was still open. He looked in to see the two naked men connected to each other. Edgeworth being pressed into the mattress, with one leg to the side and the other leg pressed over the right shoulder of Wright's. He could see Phoenix pumping mercilessly inside the other man as well as giving a hand job.
He closed his eyes and walked away from the door and went to his own room. The sounds of pleasure increased as they must have been approaching climax.
He should be the one in that room and it should be Phoenix that was pleasuring him! He was the one that was always there to support him when other people hurt him. He was the one that was there that nursed him out of his depression. He was there! He was there when he found him sobbing in the bathroom, looking at a bottle of pills that he had contemplated swallowing. He was the one that cared for him more than anyone else…
The sounds ended.
He swallowed hard and fought his own tears.
It would have at been better if Krisoph had somehow managed to call him back to the jail to try to break those locks. At least he knew that with Kristoph, he would eventually be executed.
Miles Edgeworth would not.
The sounds started again.
He sat on the edge of his bed and listened and dreamed that he was in that room with Phoenix and that Miles had not phoned him last night.
He dreamed that when he arrived home, Phoenix had been waiting for HIM. He dreamed that that look in his dark eyes were for him. But….
He heard Phoenix yell out a name, and it wasn't his.
It took all his strength not to start to cry.
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When Apollo Justice fell asleep, he dreamed of the former attorney. Not exactly sexual dreams, no, but instead, they were at the beach. The sun was setting, and the water reflected the orange hues that were casted by the stellar body that they all depended on for life. Phoenix sat next to him on a large plaid fleece blanket. Every word that they wanted to say to each other were communicated by their interlocked hands that were resting on the soft sand. Shoulders touching, they simply watched the sun set and the white, foaming waves crash on the shore.
But slowly, Phoenix was changing. Silvery-brown hair slowly replaced the spikes, and the swim trunks transformed into magenta dress pants. His neck was stretching into a flowing white cravat. In the place of Phoenix Wright, Former Ace Attorney, was Miles Edgeworth, Demon Prosecutor. Their hands were now disconnected, and in Apollo's was a gun. Walking in the water was a faceless young man. Quick as a flash, Apollo aimed, fired, and killed the man. He stood, threw the gun at Edgeworth, and ran.
The young lawyer awoke with a start. He did loathe Edgeworth, it was true, but he still had ethics, and that included a mutual respect for other attorneys, as little as that might be. Then again, it had happened before…. He got up and walked to the bathroom. After using the facilities, he tiptoed back to his room.
"I don't know Miles… I've seen a real decline in his talents lately. Especially after he broke up with Maya. She won't tell me why though…"
"Hmm… the talent, there's no question of that. It's definitely there, just… It's like it's being suppressed by something." Apollo stopped just outside their door.
"What do you think it is?" Edgeworth said.
"I honestly don't know. I think he's sexually frustrated." Duhhhh, Apollo thought. Miles chuckled.
"Well, I know I'm not." And with that, they began kissing again.
Furiously, he stomped to his bedroom. So badly he wanted to burst into their room and yell "Pheonix Wright! I LOVE YOU!" As if. He didn't have the balls to do that. Phoenix didn't even know he was gay. Maya was the only person that knew the real reason that they separated. She did promise not to tell, and from the conversation he just heard, she was honoring his request. His bedside clock read 1:00 AM, and he stayed awake for 6 hours, staring at the ceiling, until the aforementioned clock buzzed.
The sun he must have dreamt about last night didn't resemble the imaginative one at all; the light filtering through his Venetian blinds were harsh and cold. He hurt, both psychologically and physiologically, and he really didn't want to get out from underneath the blankets.
"Apollo! Get up!" It was the voice of Edgeworth that rang through the tiny apartment, not the friendly warm tones of Phoenix.
"Go to Hell, Edgeworth!" Apollo's muffled voice sounded as equally as loud. It was Saturday, for Christ's sake! He couldn't sleep in?
"Oh Polly! Pooollllyyy! I made you some coffee, and we saved you a scone!" Ahhh… even his voice was soothing. He threw off his covers and walked briskly out to the kitchen. Standing by the coffee machine was no one else but Phoenix Wright, in all his spiky hair glory, although his spikes were slightly messy. He was wearing nothing except some Nickel Samurai boxers. He was trying to go bristly on his chin, and while Edgeworth hated his gruff, Apollo found it extremely attractive. He didn't have huge pex, but it was obvious that he worked out occasionally. Same with his abdomen. It wasn't really a six pack, but still toned and smooth. His skin on a whole was a little tan, but it wasn't like he was out in the sun everyday for hours. And then, Apollo's favorite part of Phoenix without a shirt on, was the thin line of hair that trailed from a little bit below his belly button to… He shouldn't be having these thoughts, as he was only wearing boxers as well, and if he got hard in front of Edgeworth, he would die. Edgeworth, on the other hand, was completely clothed in his magenta suit, right down to the cravat.
Edgeworth moved over to get some tea off the stove, and after he poured the cup, Phoenix pulled him into an abrupt kiss. It didn't last long, but still long enough to make Apollo fume.
"Are you going to eat the last scone? It's blueberry, your favorite," Phoenix yawned as he was saying the last part.
"Nah, Edgeworth- ahem, Miles," He said, after receiving tentative looks from the both of them, "May have it."
"I'm afraid I can't indulge myself in another; I'm headed to the office to finish some paperwork. I should probably be leaving now," And with that, he kissed Phoenix straight on the lips. What Apollo thought was supposed to be a slight peck quickly turned into a fully fledged make-out scene. After a short while it progressed, and Edgeworth began feeling Phoenix's chest with the hand that wasn't wrapped in his hair. He touched all over, slowly moving south, and Apollo noticed a slight bump growing in both men's pants. Eventually, Edgeworth slipped his hand into the ex-attorney's boxers. Then Phoenix broke the kiss.
"Maybe later, ok?" He winked and said, "I promise," Apollo almost lost it when he heard the last statement whispered so seductively. While Edgeworth slipped out the door, Phoenix turned to him, still standing in the kitchen. "You ok, Polly? You've been acting… strange recently." His expression turned grim. If only you knew, Phoenix. If only you knew.
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Well, there you go ladies and gentleman. Hehehe, please read and review. YAY!!! Ok. Again. I really need you to R and R. I'm just a young budding author! I thrive on your constructive criticism, or your bashing of me, or you saying "OMG I LOVE IT!" But you can bash me too. So, thanks.