I know it's not the update that a lot of you were looking for, but going over this piece has renewed my love for writing, this couple, and I think it's brought my writing MoJo back! Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Please let me if there are any glaring mistakes or even subtle ones. I take critism well. Remember folks, it's all fun and games! (Till someone gets their eye poked out, then it's hysterical!)

I DO NOT own any characters. Just the ties! And the Cheesecake!


"I trust everything is in good order?" Miles had his arms crossed and his finger was tapping the crook of his elbow. His slice of cheesecake was sitting on the table untouched.

"Uhh... of course," Phoenix dodged Miles's steely gaze as he set his own cheesecake on the table. He scratched the back of his neck and gave his friend a cheeky grin. "Why wouldn't it be?"

"Well, what was all that noise in the kitchen? Oh, and the table? What happened to all the dishes?" Miles gestured to the clean table.

Normally, Phoenix would've stuttered his way out of a situation like this, just like in his court battles. However, after what happened earlier in the kitchen, he decided to try a different tactic. He slowly took his tie off again and, with a leer on his face, he walked up to Miles and wrapped it around the back of his neck. Miles was about to protest, when Phoenix pulled him close and whispered: "I told you not to worry about the dishes, Edgeworth." His voice sent shivers up Miles's spine, but he wasn't about to let Phoenix work any of his charm on him and pushed him to arms length.

"Phoenix, who else is here? I know heard other voices in the kitchen," Miles voice was stern as he peered over Phoenix's shoulder at the door to the kitchen and swore he saw it move. "And don't tell me it was you. That was a child's voice I heard"

"Geez Miles, you really know how to spoil a mood!" Phoenix took his frustration out on his tie as he whipped it from around Miles's neck. It snapped the silver-haired man on the jaw. He turned away from him and sighed, missing the snap.

The prosecutor put his hand up to his face and found that he wasn't bleeding.

"Can't you just trust me for one evening?" Phoenix turned and saw Miles rubbing the red mark on his jaw. He reached up and placed his hand on Miles's and looked him in his gray eyes

"Please, let's just enjoy ourselves without you worrying about who's gonna do the dishes, or who's gonna clean up after us." Phoenix's hand moved up to push away the silver hair that had fallen in front of his friends eyes. He couldn't deny his rising passion any more and took the silver-haired man's face in both of his hands and kissed him deeper than he had ever kissed anyone. Miles was reluctant at first, unable to respond to the overwhelming adoration, but then reciprocated, running his hand through the surprisingly soft spikes and letting his other hand explore Phoenix's backside. Phoenix groaned and let his hands drop in front of him to fumble with the buttons on Miles vest. Not wanting to part from the sensual kiss, the other stepped back and took off the vest, and in what seemed the same gesture, threw the cravat on top of his vest. The show wasn't lost on Phoenix as he unbuttoned his own shirt at the same time. Miles suddenly faltered as he lifted his hand to touch the skin. The dark haired man watched Miles as his hand hovered above his stomach. Miles was breathing heavily, as was he and he looked absolutely sexy with his hair tousled.

"Edgeworth?" Phoenix asked as he broke the subtle tension. Miles lips parted, but he didn't say anything, as he placed his hand gingerly on the skin. It was warm and soft as the silver-haired man had expected. Phoenix hummed his approval as the other ran his hand up his torso and over a nipple. Then, as he helped un-tuck the shirt, slid his hand to the small of the mans back. Lusty-eyed, Miles dipped his head and kissed Phoenix softly on the jaw, then under his ear. Phoenix sighed at the contact.
"How long have you felt this way?" Miles voice came out in a choked whisper.

"I-I'm not sure... for a little while I guess." Phoenix swallowed hard as Miles nibbled on his ear. "I was afraid to follow through ... I didn't think you felt the same."

Miles was rendered speechless as Phoenix's hands slowly explored the prosecutors chest and taut abdomen. His pale skin was surprisingly soft and warm and Phoenix realized he never wanted this moment to end. Now he knew what had Miles so tongue-tied as he felt the others heavy gaze on him. He lavished in Miles's smooth skin. His chest seemed to be hairless as was his torso, save for a small trail of silver hair just below his belly button. Unable to hold back any longer, Phoenix started to tug on his belt. Miles drew in a sharp breath as Phoenix's hand brushed against his cock in his efforts.

"I hope I'm not moving too fast? I-I had to go with the moment." Phoenix hands hovered over the prosecutors waist as he bit his lip.

Miles leaned back from his dark-haired companion and studied the intense look in the blue eyes he had become so familiar with. His brow furrowed as he realized he was about to put complete trust in a man that only a year and a half ago he called his enemy. The thought overwhelmed him and his nerves started to vibrate and his thoughts began to swirl. With so much stimulation, it was suddenly hard for him to form a coherent thought.

"Oh god, you're having second thoughts aren't you?" The defense attorney started to slump and pull his hands away.

"No, no!" Miles grabbed the others hands and rested them in his chest. "I didn't realize how deep my feelings were for you...until now." Miles paused to collect his thoughts. "I must admit, it's all a bit overwhelming."

Phoenix smiled a huge smile that caught Miles off guard. It was a smile that could move mountains, and something told Miles that Phoenix would move them for him if he could. The dark-haired man withdrew his hands from the other, and wrapped his arms around Miles. Miles let himself be enveloped in the others arms and suddenly felt like the only person in the world. He sighed and slid his arms around the other, holding on to Phoenix like he was going to drop from the face of the earth.

The contact of skin on skin was intoxicating for Phoenix, but he kept his hormones in check.

"We can stop. I didn't mean to kiss you so intensely. I guess I was a bit overwhelmed myself." Phoenix's voice rumbled through his chest as he shifted. The feeling of bare skin on Miles's chest was making him more aware of his desire for the man in his arms.

"I-I want you Phoenix, and I'm not sure I can wait anymore."

The combination of the words and his breath in Phoenix's ear put him over the edge and he started fumbling with Miles's belt again. Miles was vaguely aware that Phoenix was setting the pace for their little tryst and he wasn't sure if he would be able to give complete control to this man. He moaned as the other brushed his hand over his hard cock and he heard Phoenix draw a sharp breath as Miles nibbled his neck.

Miles wasn't sure what caught his attention first, the child's voice, or the sight of Pearl bursting through the swinging door with a dark scowl on her face. What he was quite sure of was the fact he was half naked in his dining room making out with Phoenix Wright, and he had liked it.