AN: Here are the last two chapters. I hope you enjoy!
Miles's mouth dropped open. Phoenix had just pulled on a pair of his boxer-briefs. Miles had no idea that it would be such a turn on, and it took everything in him not to rip them off again.
"What?" Phoenix asked, seeing his gaze.
"Damn, you're hot," Miles admitted. It was an uncharacteristic statement for him, but it was exactly how he felt in the moment.
Phoenix blushed a deep crimson but gave him a cheeky grin and winked. Miles nearly swooned. How did he have such an effect on him? Then he wondered, did he have that effect on Phoenix as well? He would have to test that hypothesis later on.
When they were finally dressed, they left to go to brunch. They arrived at the restaurant quickly. It was a little crowded but the wait wasn't too bad. They were seated and had already ordered when Miles asked, "When do you have to pick up Trucy?"
"Tomorrow afternoon. Maya will probably want me to stay for dinner as well."
"The two of you are quite close."
"Yeah, she's like a sister to me. You probably already have plans but you're welcome to join us."
Miles considered the offer. He definitely liked spending time with Phoenix and knew it would be difficult not seeing him much during the week.
"I don't want to impose…" Miles began.
"You wouldn't be imposing. I'm sure Maya would like having someone to talk to about Steel Samurai plus I know Trucy would love to see you." Phoenix's head tilted down shyly with a light blush and he added quietly, "Besides, I want you there. I enjoy your company."
"When you put it that way, how can I possibly resist?"
Miles was flooded with warm feelings and showed a sweet sincere smile. He grabbed Phoenix's hand and his partner smiled lovingly back at him.
"First thing Monday, I'm going to the chief prosecutor to tell him about us."
Phoenix raised his eyebrows. "Are you worried about it?"
"I'm the best prosecutor he has, so no, I'm not particularly worried. He even has me training some of the new prosecutors. The only thing that has me mildly concerned is him thinking there would be conflict of interest. I would like to think he knows that wouldn't be an issue, but there is still that thought in the back of my mind."
"I'm sure you will be able to convince him if there is any doubt. We both fight for truth."
"Indeed."
After eating they picked up a few items for Phoenix and went back to Miles's place.
"I'm going to check on Trucy really quickly," Phoenix told him with his phone in his hand.
"Take all the time you need." Miles gave him a quick peck on the lips before his partner moved to the other room. He had become quite fond of all of the slight touches, caresses, and kisses that came with the relationship. He had ignored the need for so long, now he couldn't get enough. Miles decided to turn on the news and made some tea while he waited, but Phoenix returned just as he was finishing the tea.
"That was fast," Miles commented.
"Trucy really is growing up. She used to get so homesick, but it's different now. That's the crazy thing about being a parent, you're constantly teaching them how to live without you then get sad as they become more independent. It really is an odd juxtaposition."
Miles brought him a cup of tea and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You really are a phenomenal father."
"You think so?"
He nodded. "It reminds me of my own father, my real father. He would have done anything for me, and I see that in you with Trucy."
Phoenix's eyes had become glossy. Miles could tell tears were eminent. He stroked Phoenix's cheek lovingly.
"Why are you upset?"
"Well, I'm very touched by your compliment, but really, it's not fair… everything you had to go through. You were so young, lost everyone, and inadvertently forced to live with that evil man who took it all from you." Phoenix's fist clenched, and he squeezed his eyes shut.
Miles was slightly startled by Phoenix's display, but he couldn't help noticing how much his partner cared. He started to feel a little overwhelmed by the thought of it all. Phoenix was such an amazing and compassionate man. Miles thought he had been lucky to have him as a friend, but to actually be able to be in a relationship with him felt like a miracle.
"Phoenix…" Miles crooned.
Phoenix looked up. There was a single trail from a tear that had escaped. Miles pulled the man into a tight embrace.
"I won't pretend that things have been easy; however, everything that happened has brought me to where I am now." He drew back looking deeply into his partner's eyes. "And that, I definitely wouldn't change."
He grabbed the side of Phoenix's neck and lured him into a passion igniting kiss. Phoenix returned the kiss with gusto, fingers tangling into Miles's hair. Miles wordlessly ushered them toward the sofa and plopped down. Phoenix squeaked when he pulled him onto his lap. Once again, they got caught up in their passions, unable to keep their hands, or lips, off of each other.
They continued that way for a while until they were both extremely riled up. Miles unbuttoned the jeans Phoenix was wearing and rubbed against the bulge that had formed there. His moans filled the air bringing Miles's awareness back to his own throbbing cock. He unintentionally bucked his hips causing friction between them.
"Bedroom?" Phoenix asked.
"Yes."
They were stripping off their shirts in the hall on their way and fumbled to take off each other's pants when they got to the room. Finally nude, Miles grabbed Phoenix around the thighs and lifted him onto the bed causing him to gasp in surprise.
"Well, that was impressive." Phoenix marveled as his chest heaved.
Miles positioned himself between his legs. He was captivated by his lover, flushed face, parted lips, eyes burning with passion. He kissed Phoenix forcefully making him moan gruffly. Miles parted and reached for the lube in his night-stand drawer. His confidence and desire were through the roof.
"Are you ready?" Miles asked. He needed to make sure they were on the same page.
Phoenix nodded. Miles put Phoenix's knee over his shoulder. He squirted lube on his finger and entered Phoenix as gently as possible. Miles waited for him to get accustomed to the feeling, but he was still quite tense. He slid his finger out.
"Does it hurt?" Miles had read that anal shouldn't be painful if done with proper warm up and technique. The last thing he wanted was to hurt Phoenix.
"It's not really that. I'm just not used to it."
"Do you want to stop?"
"It's okay. I want to keep going, just… be patient with me?" Phoenix pleaded.
Miles nodded, not sure how to convey his agreement in words. He kissed the side of Phoenix's knee. His free hand traced circles on Phoenix's thigh with a feather-light touch. His lover hummed in approval. Miles gently pressed at the ring of muscles, able to slide his finger all the way in this time. It was still rather tight.
He nuzzled the side of Phoenix's leg. "Breathe, my love."
Phoenix did so and relaxed slightly. Miles was able to thrust his finger lightly. Phoenix groaned. Miles noticed that it wasn't like the moans from when he hit the prostate earlier. Those had been short and higher pitched. This was low and drawn out and damn, did he want to hear it again! He slipped his finger out, used more lube, and reentered with two fingers.
Another slow groan escaped from Phoenix's mouth, and Miles found himself moaning too. It was so titillating to elicit pleasure from his lover. His fingers thrusted and scissored widening Phoenix's opening. Miles desperately wanted to be in that warm, wet tunnel, but he held himself back. He wanted both of them to have a pleasant experience. This was no time to be hasty.
Miles added a third lubed finger which slipped in more easily, although the spasms returned. They only stayed for a couple of moments and he knew it wouldn't be too much longer before he could be inside. The thought was intensely arousing. He nibbled at Phoenix's inner thigh and his free hand roamed his abdomen. Phoenix's grunts and groans ate away at Miles's diminishing willpower.
He continued thrusting as he asked, "Are you ready for me?"
"Yes," Phoenix cried out.
Electricity shot through Miles. Hearing Phoenix shout in pleasure nearly undid him right then. He coated his cock with lube and positioned himself at Phoenix entrance. Phoenix nodded granting him access. Miles pressed the tip against him and slowly began penetrating him. Miles's eyes grew wide at the sensation. It was nothing like his first time. This felt magnificent. He focused on trying to control his breath so he wouldn't thrust in too quickly. Centimeter by centimeter he moved forward, eyes rolling back from the overwhelming bliss. He tried to refocus his attention on Phoenix. His eyes were shut, and his mouth was open in a silent moan. Miles had to use all of his crumbling self control to keep from pounding into his partner.
"Fuck," Phoenix breathed. "It feels really good."
Miles mentally praised his own restraint as he fully sheathed himself inside of his lover. He stilled, waiting for Phoenix to get used to the increase in size. After a moment, he gave a small tentative thrust causing them both to moan. Miles gave a slightly bigger thrust, careful to watch for any signs of discomfort. He pulled almost all of the way out before sliding back in. It felt so good. His restraint was slipping.
Phoenix gave him a piercing stare. "More."
Miles growled. Something carnal had taken over, and he began thrusting firmly into his lover, over and over. The gasps and moans he heard from Phoenix just heightened his pleasure. What started as a pretty standard rhythm, soon devolved into erratic movements making them both utter explicit vocalizations.
Miles wrapped his hand around Phoenix's dick and tugged in time with his thrusts. It was a little difficult to concentrate and coordinate his movements but he let the passion of the moment guide him. He could feel the pressure building, pleasure mounting, overwhelming him. With a shout Phoenix climaxed, exploding onto his hand. Miles pumped a few more times and the clenching from Phoenix's ass had him quickly climaxing too. Miles slipped himself out as he came down from his peak.
"Holy shit," Phoenix panted.
"My sentiments exactly," Miles agreed, catching his breath.
Miles reached for the tissue box on the nightstand and began to wipe off his hand and Phoenix's stomach where the milky fluid had dripped from his hand.
"I could have done that."
Miles didn't respond. He just continued to clean him up and threw away the tissues in the small obscured trash can next to the bed. Then he snuggled up next to Phoenix who put his arms around him.
"I'm tired now," Miles confessed.
"Me too... No idea why," Phoenix snarked.
"Not a clue," he jested back.
"We should probably take it easy for the rest of the day. Maybe watch a movie?" Phoenix suggested.
"Or take a nap," Miles joked.
Phoenix laughed good naturedly. "Why not both?"
Miles enjoyed the banter. It was nowhere near as intense as their courtroom battles but it was silly and fun.
"Go pick out a movie then. They're in the living room."
"But that requires moving," Phoenix fake whined
"I voted for a nap." Miles left the 'you're the one who wanted a movie' part unspoken.
"Fine, I'll get up, but you have to come watch the movie with me… even if we end up falling asleep during it."
"Very well."
They snuggled up on the couch as the movie played. Phoenix fell asleep on Miles's shoulder part way through the movie. He smiled at him and rested his head on top of his companion's. Miles woke up sometime later, not sure when he had fallen asleep. Phoenix began to stir next to him.
"We fell asleep, didn't we?"
"Indeed we did," Miles confirmed. "Shall I make some tea?"
"That sounds good."
They drank their tea and played a game of chess, which of course Miles won. However, when they played gin, Phoenix out played him. They enjoyed their time together, talking and laughing. Casual touches and sweet kisses also abounded. In the afternoon Miles got an unexpected phone call.
"Miles Edgeworth speaking," he answered.
"Prosecutor Edgeworth, I apologize for the disturbance on a Saturday. Would you be able to come in for a brief meeting with me today?" It was the chief prosecutor.
Miles looked at Phoenix. He had clearly overheard the conversation and waved his hand in permission to go. "I suppose if it is brief, that would be acceptable."
"Good man. I'll see you in my office whenever you arrive."
"Yes, sir. Goodbye."
He turned to Phoenix. "That's odd."
"Any idea what it could be about?" Phoenix asked.
"I really don't know."
"Well, I guess there's only one way to find out."