What, you say? This chapter is posted UNBELIEVABLY FAST? It sure is! I spent practically all day today writing. I guess you could say I'm practicing a bit. I want to get into the habit of writing every day and hopefully get up to around 1700 words a day by the beginning of November. Why, you ask? I've decided to participate in NaNoWriMo! I'm very excited to be a part of it, but I don't know if I'll be able to win. I've got a lot on my plate as it is... ;_;
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know the last couple have been rather short, but chapter five is meant to be quite long. Hopefully things go according to plan!
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Miles should've known he couldn't trust himself when temptation arose as it did whenever Phoenix Wright came around.
The trial began quite fast-paced with back-and-forth arguments between the two attorneys, a fire behind every word Miles spoke as he validly rebutted all the points Phoenix was able to make. Miles brought forth his witness confidently; he used his twenty minute recess to actually work and stayed quite a distance from the restroom the entire first half of the trial, and this proved to be a quite a concept to aide his victory.
Phoenix seemed to be down for the count when Miles called his second witness.
"The prosecution calls to the stand the school janitor who discovered the body!" Each word of Miles' burst with conviction and the judge looked surprised at the prosecutor's unusual enthusiasm. However, the bailiff returned to the courtroom empty-handed, bearing the news that the janitor had not shown up at all. The prosecutor immediately became quietly enraged; he'd been on such a roll that it was an absolute crime to bring it to such an end.
"Your Honor," Miles said, "I would like to request a half hour recess to locate the witness. His testimony is absolutely necessary to discovering the truth of this case."
The judge conceded quickly and immediately called the court to recess. Before Miles left the courtroom he peered over at the defense stand to see Phoenix staring at him with intensity. Upon being caught, the dark-haired man flushed and averted his eyes and Miles stepped out of the courtroom quickly as he felt the guilt of how abruptly he'd left the previous day come over him.
Miles sent out Detective Gumshoe to locate the janitor as quickly as he could—making sure the airheaded man knew how direly important that testimony was to his case—and then he was left alone in the lounge with twenty-seven minutes to himself. Suddenly, though, Miles wasn't alone.
"I'm sorry about yesterday, Edgeworth," said the newest person in the room—it was Phoenix, by himself. "I let desire get the best of me and we almost got caught."
Miles shifted his weight onto one leg uncomfortably. "I'm sure you must know what it would do to both our careers if ever we were discovered." The prosecutor's words reflected his uncertainty.
Phoenix hesitated. "But it… has to mean something," he said, "because even though I know this, I don't care."
Miles nodded slowly. "So I've noticed."
"Like I said… I'm really sorry," repeated the defense quietly, and he turned to leave, out of the lounge and into the hallway. As he exited, he said softly, "I'll be waiting, Edgeworth."
The prosecutor's heart skipped a beat and he wanted to scream out in frustration. Why was he responding this way? He glanced at the clock—twenty-three minutes to go—then cautiously looked down the hall that he knew led to the restroom. He took one step at first, then another, and then another.
"That's good enough," Miles mumbled softly as he removed two of his left-hand fingers from Phoenix's mouth and rubbed them carefully at the tight hole that led to a place the prosecutor knew had never been invaded before.
"P…please, Edgeworth…" the defense whimpered helplessly as he squirmed, trying to press himself backwards and onto the fingers that were so, so close to giving him what he wanted.
Miles couldn't deny that he loved hearing Phoenix beg, and as much as he would've enjoyed dragging things out, they only had a little more than ten minutes to finish up what they were doing and get back to the real world. The prosecutor poked the very tip of his middle finger inside and savored the sound of the defense's incredible moans when he did so. He pushed it in further and Phoenix could barely support himself, even while leaning against the wall of the bathroom stall and being partially held up by his rival.
"The other one, too, Edgeworth…" Phoenix groaned as he moved his hips shallowly to try and get some kind of motion out of Miles. After a few seconds, Miles complied with Phoenix's command and pushed a second finger inside, curling them slightly and thrusting them slowly in and out of the tight space.
"Do you really find pleasure in this, Wright?" Miles asked softly, his voice close to Phoenix's ear and making the defense attorney shudder.
"It feels amazing," Phoenix gasped as fingers brushed lightly over his prostate. Miles could feel his cock straining against his slacks like a prisoner in chains, but he knew they wouldn't have time for him.
Phoenix, still moving his own hips, reached down and latched his hand onto his own erection, stroking it as quickly as he could manage. He strained to calculate that they could only have eight minutes or so left and this had to be over—soon.
"Faster, Edgeworth!" Phoenix moaned, and Miles knew that his rival was getting close.
The prosecutor pumped his fingers in and out, in and out, the entire time being able to think only about how it would feel if his cock were in there instead. As he went on, he could feel Phoenix's muscles clenching and releasing with pleasure, and the contractions came closer together as Phoenix neared his end. The defense groaned as he came, and it was unlike anything Miles had ever heard or even dreamt of hearing. It was hard to imagine the kind of pleasure that could force such an arousing noise from a person's mouth.
The two separated promptly and Phoenix cleaned himself up carefully, giving Miles a shy look and a small smile before he exited the bathroom stall, his face alone expressing that this wasn't over. He glanced at his watch and said, "Seven minutes," before he left the bathroom completely.
Miles—now knowing exactly how much time he had—immediately pulled his own throbbing erection from his pants and rubbed at it furiously. He couldn't restrain the images of Phoenix from dancing through his mind and becoming his entire fantasy.
It was unlike anything they'd done so far; Phoenix would leave himself completely open for Miles to take, making those same sexy noises he had before when he was filled to the brim with Miles' cock. It'd be better than paradise. Miles would push himself in slowly, Phoenix crying out softly the entire time, and he'd fuck him gently at first and speed up gradually until they were both hanging desperately on the edge, clinging to each other's bodies for dear life. Their mouths would be so close that Miles would feel Phoenix's breath on his lips, but they wouldn't kiss.
"Wright…!" Miles gasped aloud as his body was taken over by pleasure and he came, visions of Phoenix flooding his thoughts.
The prosecutor cleaned up quickly and washed his hands before returning to the courtroom. As he walked down the hallway of the courthouse, he breathed slowly. He didn't want this to be happening. This little affair with Phoenix—whatever it was—seemed like a good idea until Miles was done getting off, and then it just seemed pointless, dangerous, and a complete waste of time.
But Miles couldn't think straight once he reentered the courtroom and his eyes met Phoenix's. This time Miles was the first to look away, and he turned his attention toward the bailiff, who was walking in. Once again, he was alone.
"The witness could not be located, Your Honor," said the bailiff to the judge, and the judge shook his head disapprovingly.
"If the janitor's testimony is necessary, Mr. Edgeworth, then I'm afraid we'll have to continue this trial tomorrow."
Miles felt infinitely frustrated, wanting to pound his fists on the stand before him, but he was intelligent enough to know that there was nothing he could do about it. He nodded slowly, feeling anger seeping through his seams of calmness.
"Court is adjourned for today. Further investigation can also be conducted if such is desired."
The prosecutor didn't want to be dealt with any further, and as soon as the judge left the courtroom, Miles gathered his things and stormed out. He understood perfectly clearly that everything would continue to turn sour for him if he associated himself with Phoenix Wright in such ways, but he also knew that—for whatever absurd and perverse reason—he couldn't seem to walk away.
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