Sorry for the delay. I got internet back shortly after I posted this story and had chapter two half-written. So if you're wondering why I disappeared it's because I ran back to the world wide web. I've also been busy with school and show choir and I got a job at a certain gigantic greasy fast food chain... So, yeah. Less time for writing. Anyway, here's the second chapter. I hope you like it!
Warnings: Yaoi & smut.
Disclaimer: I don't claim any ownership of Ace Attorney. That's probably for the benefit of the general public.
The trial resumed the next day as scheduled, and the defense and prosecution both had conducted further investigation of the crime after the previous day's trial as was expected. Phoenix Wright and Miles Edgeworth returned to the courtroom at nine in the morning sharp, ready to fight, this time to the finish and with more zeal than either of the two had exhibited the previous day. Phoenix was certain that he had gotten precisely what he needed for his client's acquittal—a reliable witness—yet on the other hand, Miles was also quite sure he had just the piece of evidence he needed for a conviction.
The trial went on for an hour as Phoenix cross-examined Miles' witness, and then the defense surprised everyone by announcing that he had a witness of his own.
"Your Honor, I would like to request a twenty minute recess to prepare my witness," he stated, and the judge cocked his head.
"The defense has a witness?" the judge asked, clearly confused by the change of conduct in the court.
"Yes, Your Honor," Phoenix said confidently. "I believe he will be able to clear up exactly what happened on the night of the crime."
The judge looked to be in thought for a moment. "Mr. Edgeworth, how do you feel about this?" he inquired of Miles, who shrugged.
"I don't see a problem with it," Miles said; there was absolutely no way that he would do anything to delay a court recess—not after the previous day. The judge nodded.
"Very well. This court will take a twenty minute recess. Mr. Wright, please prepare your witness in this time."
Miles peered across to the defense stand as the gavel slammed just in time to see Phoenix shoot him a look that could only mean one thing: you know what to do. And indeed, Miles did know what to do.
Phoenix was the first of the two to exit the courtroom this time around, and Miles pretended to be looking over the case's evidence for almost two minutes before he also left. He walked cautiously down the halls of the courthouse, less urgent than the day before but with just as much intention, and his heart raced. He didn't know exactly what to expect—who would start it? Would Phoenix expect Miles to take control today, and what would he want to return the favor from yesterday?
The door of the men's bathroom swung open slowly as Miles' hand pushed it, and he gulped down the nervousness he felt inside him to step inside. Phoenix leaned casually against one of the white ceramic sinks, appearing normal to anyone who might not know why he was there, but Miles could see an unmistakable intent in his eyes.
"Wright," Miles said softly to get Phoenix's attention; the other hadn't looked up, even when the prosecutor had shut the door behind him.
As Phoenix raised his head to look at the other, Miles noticed that he actually looked a little shy and sheepish, like he was embarrassed about what hadn't even happened yet. Miles, even if he was just as flustered as his rival, wouldn't dare show it. He stepped forward and faced Phoenix head-on, staring into his eyes with as much confidence as he could muster. For a moment or two the lighter-haired of the two thought very hard about kissing the other, just briefly to find out if it was worth it, but he found himself lacking that brand of abrasiveness. Still looking into Phoenix's eyes, Miles reached down between their bodies, which were maybe a foot apart, and let himself feel around a bit where they'd had to abandon the previous day. He fondled his rival lightly through his pants, realizing that Phoenix had already been considerably hard before being touched at all. Had he been… thinking about this? About Miles?
"Edgeworth… touch me, please…" Phoenix said breathily, and Miles nodded and began to move in compliance.
The prosecutor's hands fumbled for a moment with the defense's button and zipper, but they were out of the way soon enough, as was the elastic of Phoenix's underwear. Nervously, Edgeworth's mind raced with wonderment of how well he'd be able to do this. He was consoled by the thought, though, that this couldn't be too much different than touching himself.
Edgeworth wrapped his hand carefully around the base of Phoenix's cock and stroked him tentatively, gauging his reaction to certain twists of his hand or movements of his fingers to figure out exactly what the defense liked the best.
"Edgeworth… that feels so good…" Phoenix said softly, his voice caught somewhere between extremely tense and terribly relaxed. Miles could only assume that he could trust Phoenix's words in that it did, indeed, feel good.
Miles moved his hand slowly, with just enough pressure to only begin to sate the desire that racked the defense's body. When the prosecutor moved his hand only slightly faster, he suddenly felt hands gripping his biceps on both sides and realized quick enough that Phoenix had grabbed onto him—for support or just to keep himself from making too much noise Miles didn't know. Instead of questioning it, the prosecutor just leaned in a bit closer.
"Do it faster… please…" Phoenix groaned. "We don't have long…" Miles sighed quietly; as much as he knew he would like to drag this out, he knew that Phoenix was right. They didn't have enough time to make anything fun of this… whatever it was to begin with.
Miles acceded, moving his hand along faster, pumping it up and down his rival's erection with more speed every time, and Phoenix nearly doubled over in pleasure.
"Edgeworth, I'm going to come," Phoenix told Miles urgently, his hands on his rival's arms squeezing tight.
"Come, then," Miles replied, his voice commanding in a way that even he himself had never heard before.
Miles felt the defense attorney clearly shudder, and an indescribably noise left Phoenix's mouth as he came. The prosecutor felt liquid heat on his hand and he knew he'd been successful, and he looked up to Phoenix, not knowing what to do next. The defense caught his breath as Miles finally released his grip on Phoenix's now softening length and he leaned over to grab a paper towel from the dispenser, cleaning off his own body first and then grabbing another towel to clean Miles' hand gently.
"Thanks," Phoenix said softly, sounding a little flustered or embarrassed as he turned away to toss the paper towel into a plastic trash bin and turned back to shyly look Miles in the eye.
"Don't thank me," Miles said, almost cracking a smile. "Not after yesterday." Phoenix laughed lightly as he fumbled to pull his pants back up and refasten them.
"I'll see you back in the courtroom," the defense said with a small smile, and with that he left Miles in the restroom to stare at his reflection in the mirror, wondering what he was doing with his the man who was his old friend and his rival; his enemy.
Miles returned to the courtroom with a little more than four minutes to go before the trial resumed, and Phoenix was nowhere to be seen. When the judge finally announced that court would reconvene, the defense attorney finally returned to his place at the defense stand, and at the witness' stand stood what Phoenix surely thought would be the key to his victory: his own witness.
As it turned out, the witness was a liar who was quickly found to be in contempt of court and Phoenix was humiliated. Using this as his vantage point, Miles was able to turn the trial around and soon enough the judge was slamming his gavel down and announcing his verdict.
"I hereby find the defendant guilty."
Miles finally let out the breath it felt like he'd been holding in the entire day; he'd won a case. The last three cases in which he'd faced off against Phoenix he had lost, and he finally had gotten his revenge. But as Miles was packing up his briefcase and preparing to leave the courthouse, discussing the possible idea of drinks with Detective Gumshoe, he saw Phoenix leaving his stand with Maya by his side trying to comfort him. The defense attorney looked positively broken as Maya rubbed his arm soothingly.
"It's okay," Miles heard Maya tell Phoenix as the prosecutor and detective passed by. "Mr. Edgeworth is just mean!"
Miles winced and walked a little faster; he didn't want to look back to see Phoenix agree with her.
"Hey, wait up, pal!" Gumshoe called after him as he struggled to keep up, picking his up his pace.
Miles wished he could walk fast enough to leave his confusion behind; he couldn't figure out, for the life of him, what was going on in his head or his heart to make him want anything to do, physically or emotionally, with Phoenix Wright, ace attorney.
Hope you enjoyed chapter two. Don't forget to review~
