Title: The Blue Dragon
Rating: M
Pairings/Characters: Miles/Phoenix, Maya, Gumshoe, Gant, Manfred von Karma, Gregory Edgeworth, Misty Fey, Mia, Apollo, Trucy, Klavier, Kristoph
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Ace Attorney, characters, etc., all belong to their respective creators.
Warnings: Alternate Universe-Fantasy/Magic, rape, torture, violence, language, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, drama
Summary: With a reputation for being beasts of evil, it was baffling to Miles how anyone could defend dragons. Perhaps it was pure coincidence that led him to meet the passionate, ridiculous barkeeper that night. Hoping to unravel one another's mysterious past, neither realize how intertwined their fates truly are, and their survival ultimately depends on each other.
A/N: Dedicated to Akinko & Siberian74 - Many thanks to both of them for continually talking about this one with me, as well as FangedAxolotl7887, all on Ao3.
The tavern was crowded, as usual. It was the most popular one in town, after all. The man who operated it, along with his feisty yet loveable female helper, had grown to be a friend to everyone in the quaint settlement on the outskirts of the thick forest that bordered the mountain. Travelers from all over the world would pass through before starting their trek to trade with the elves who dwelled on the mountainside; any man or woman looking for the best of something would find it being sold by the elves for a hefty price. They had everything anyone could ever want: medicines, weaponry, armor, clothing, and alcohol, to name a few. The well-known tavern was the first choice of many patrons to visit because it was known to have its liquor supplied by the elves and at a decent price to boot.
The Blue Dragon saw the same faces every day, as well as most of the wandering career merchants stopping by before and after making the journey through the forest. The name of the tavern had caused quite the stir since dragons were such feared and reviled beasts, but it garnered even more attention when the citizens learned of the owner's wild, outrageous beliefs regarding the creatures and preaching the need to protect them. Thus, what would become his future, regular clientele commenced gathering inside to try convincing him how wrong he was; when that didn't work, they ridiculed and shunned him. Still, he was steadfast in his convictions, all the while managing to prove himself to be a tremendously genial, inviting person; so much so that others couldn't help but eventually adore and admire him. The malicious scorn changed into ongoing teasing that was done in jest, which he endured with a grin before delivering a wicked, yet lighthearted insult to whoever it was who'd made the first jab.
It was just passed midnight when the stranger walked in. Luckily for him and the fellow accompanying him, satisfied customers were beginning to trickle out every now and then, unable to last the final hour before the venue would close for the night. Several patrons turned to stare at him, eyeing their choice of garb with curiosity and suspicion. While the taller, burly man was dressed quite plainly, the other commanded attention from the regality of his clothing. He wore dark brown slacks with gold accent markings down the outside of the legs; a white tunic with the top three buttons undone, revealing a peek at the muscular chest underneath, a waistcoat in the hue of the finest red wine, and a matching colored overcoat with its length down to his knees. Gold, silver, and blue embroidery emblazoned the jacket all along the sleeves, lapels, and back in a mesmerizing, yet seemingly random flowing pattern of swirls. He had the appearance of a man in his twenties, despite his hair being a respectable shade of gray. A baldric was draped across his torso that kept a long and larger-than-normal sword strapped to his back. Second to his sophisticated clothing, the sword was catching people's interest.
His eyes scanned the area, taking in the still overcrowded, sizeable tavern room, before settling on the bar centered along the left wall. There were a few empty spots, and with a nod in that direction, the two of them strolled toward it to claim a seat.
They were both a bit surprised to spot a youthful girl by herself behind the counter working speedily to prepare drinks. Her outfit was out of the ordinary for the town they were in – a knee-length lilac dress, a burgundy sash tied around her waist, and a royal purple cardigan with sleeves just past her elbows.
"Hiya, gents!" she greeted happily. "What'll it be?"
"Elven spiced rum for me," the posh man replied.
"Good ol' bottom of the bucket ale for me!" his accomplice replied.
"Excellent choices, sirs! Coming right up!"
She scuttled off near the back of the room to a door that led to the basement and hollered, "Hurry up, Nick! We got more orders! Let's goooooo!"
"Okay okay! I'm working on it!" was the response from below.
Returning to the bar, she set the current batch of mugs she had ready onto a tray and explained with a broad grin, "It'll be just a few minutes, fellas. He's gotta bring up a new barrel and likes to take his sweet time."
"Oh, well that's quite alright. He's not the only one down there, is he?"
"Well sure he is! Who else would be?!"
Both men glanced at each other in bewilderment. "Shouldn't someone help him? Those can be pretty heavy."
The young female giggled and waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "Oh no, he can handle it! He may not look it, but he's pretty strong! It's the stairs you have to worry about. He can be a bit clumsy."
Swiftly, she made her way around the crowd with ease to deliver the ten drinks. As she did so, a steady thumping sounded from where she had shouted previously. A man emerged with one of the largest barrels for alcohol either of the strangers had ever seen nestled on top of his right shoulder and held snugly in place with his arm. He ambled over to the bar and through a door behind it. Several minutes later he returned with a glass and a tin mug practically overflowing with liquid.
Setting the glass one onto the counter in front of the more regally dressed man, he announced, "An elvish spiced rum and-" He set the other down for his friend and concluded, "-an always dependable ale for you. I apologize for the delay. These guys were really pounding the rum tonight!"
He smiled warmly at them, almost laughing at their awed expressions, and both men couldn't help but be entranced by his eyes. They were a crisp, vivid, intense blue that rivaled the glorious sparkle of the most precious sapphires. Neither had seen anything quite like it. For the swordsman, the rest of this man's appearance was just as breathtaking. From his spikey black hair to his attractive face and toned, slender body, he was beautiful. He was young, most likely in his twenties as well, and had an aura about him that was strongly mysterious, but kind and inviting. Compared to his helper's attire that seemed fresh and new, his garments were bland and looked cheap. It was difficult to discern if his tunic was meant to be white or cream colored, with a couple of stray strands of the fabric hanging here and there. His waistcoat was a pastel blue, his trousers navy, and a red piece of fabric was tied loosely around his neck to hang slackly against his chest.
"I don't believe I've seen you gentlemen before," he went on. "Are you traveling merchants on your way up the mountain?"
The bigger man let out an amused guffaw and said, "Ah heck no! We're-"
A discreet kick to his shin abruptly cutoff the rest of his sentence, and he received the hint loud and clear to stay quiet.
"What my companion means to say is that yes, we have some business to attend to in this area," the other replied coolly.
"Oh, well then, it's a pleasure to welcome you here to Altura!" He extended his hand to the one who had spoken first and properly introduced himself. "Owner and caretaker of this fine establishment, Phoenix Wright, at your service."
"Dick Gumshoe! Pleasure to meet ya, pal!" he replied, accepting the offer and shaking the new acquaintance's hand.
"Likewise," Phoenix said with a cheerful grin. Turning to the more reserved of the two, he was taken aback at the intensity of the grip when they touched, and a bolt of energy coursed throughout his veins that confounded him. While he wasn't sure at first if the other man felt it too, the hint of surprise that flashed in the stranger's dark gray eyes confirmed that he indeed noticed it as well.
"Miles," was the slightly astonished response.
Phoenix raised an eyebrow curiously. "Miles?"
"Yes."
"Just Miles? No family name to speak of?" He gazed at him intently as if searching for something, and Miles did not cower under the piercing azure eyes.
"Perhaps one of these nights, I'll reveal it to you," he commented mischievously.
Phoenix chuckled amusedly. "Ah, I see. So then I can count on you to keep coming back in order to give me more chances?"
"Possibly. I may have other reasons to return."
"Oh? What might those be?"
"I'm not drunk enough to reveal those so soon, Mr. Wright," Miles teased with a seductive grin.
Phoenix nodded, enjoying this oddly flirtatious banter. "Of course, my apologies. I tell you what: first round is on me. That'll hopefully let you get an extra one in to send you over the edge later, and then you can tell me. And I wouldn't mind hearing you call me by my first name, Miles."
"Moving awfully quickly, aren't we?"
"No one's a stranger when you're here. It's part of what makes The Blue Dragon so special. Regardless of where you came from and where you're going, you're always among friends here."
Miles smirked. "How precious. It's hard to believe a place like this with a name referencing such a violent beast would find an atmosphere brimming with comradery. Seems a bit contradictory, wouldn't you agree?"
Phoenix cocked his head and crossed his arms over his chest. Noticing the change in posture in response to Miles' words, a group of men and women huddled at the other end of the bar started snickering.
"I'd be careful if I were you!" one of the ladies called out. "You don't want to get 'im fired up now!"
"Aye, Phoenix, go easy on the poor fella," another chimed in. "He don't know no better."
Phoenix tossed a rag from behind the counter toward the group, arousing a fit of laughter from them. "You know I will. When am I ever unreasonable?" Despite his demeanor remaining cheery, there was a sudden edge to his tone that piqued Miles' attention.
"What's the problem, Wright? My apologies if I offended."
"No no, it's alright. It's just that your view on dragons is terribly misguided."
It was Miles' turn to quirk an eyebrow. "Is it now?" Leaning forward and clasping his hands on top of the counter, he prodded provokingly, "Do tell."
Accepting the challenge, as he always did, Phoenix replied casually, "They're not violent, and you would do well to learn that fact."
Gumshoe exploded with laughter at this. "Not violent?! Are you crazy?! Just what the hell do you think a fire-breathing, giant lizard is made for, pal?! Destruction and death, that's what!"
Phoenix shook his head, a cocky grin plastered on his otherwise calm visage. "Not all of them breathe fire, you know. When's the last time you heard of a city being destroyed by one? Rumors don't count."
"Well, uh….hmmm…."
While Gumshoe was pondering this conundrum, Miles was all too eager to keep this debate going. There was a fierce, passionate energy hanging in the air now that excited him. Something about this man was stimulating all sorts of explicit desires and sending his imagination into a frenzy as he attempted to pinpoint who this barkeep truly was.
"Regardless of when the last attack was, the truth remains that there have been ones in the past," he argued evenly on behalf of Gumshoe. "You cannot deny the charred remains of nearly a dozen villages in the eastern realm, some as recent as a decade ago. Claw marks everywhere. Bite marks the size of the person whom they mangled." Edgeworth clicked his tongue and mirrored Phoenix's head shake. "Only one creature in existence is capable of such things. A dragon."
At this point, the room was growing quieter as more and more people became aware of the action happening at the bar.
"True," Phoenix conceded with a small shrug. "But...white dragons are the minority."
"And?"
"They're the ones who crave that kind of devastation. You can't base your entire view on just the one color."
"Can't you? If you see a monster of that caliber staring you down, one cannot afford to take the chance of it not crushing your bones in its magnificent jaws." He deliberately paused, took a sip of his rum, and concluded matter-of-factly, "They should be hunted down like the evil, brainless animals they are and eradicated from this world."
There was nodding and reluctant, hushed agreement from the majority present.
Slamming his hands onto the counter, Miles, along with everyone else, visibly jumped as Phoenix leaned forward and stared unblinkingly at his opponent. "Just because you're frightened and ignorant does not give you the right to judge these creatures so harshly," he said frankly, the volume of his voice so low that only those closest to him could hear. "They deserve protection and the freedom to live in peace without having to hide in fear from people like you who know nothing about them. They're friendly, loyal beings who are probably more afraid of you than you are of them. We should be trying to learn more about them. Instead, people slaughter them in droves, fueled by their own misconceptions and quest for power. The lies disguised as fairy tales continue to spread and do nothing but cultivate the terror and hatred for them. You can't pass such cruel judgement on a race you've formulated an opinion on based off hearsay."
By now, Phoenix's heart was pounding in his chest, his adrenaline through the roof. While he usually handled the snarky, awful comments about dragons and the inevitable pushback he'd always get from asserting his stance rather well, tonight was not one of those times. For whatever reason, the swordsman sitting before him got under his skin in a way he hadn't felt in many years. From the moment he felt the electrifying charge shoot through his body from shaking his hand, there was something about him that he couldn't place. As he observed the lack of pity in Miles' eyes, his own began to water, and he wondered if what he felt was danger.
"Please excuse me," he whispered.
Not waiting for a response, he rushed to the back of the room and exited through the door that led to the alley behind the tavern. Safely alone, he crouched by the building wall, cradled his head in his hands, and wept. Painful memories all at once swarmed his mind, ones that he had worked tirelessly to overcome after all these years; they currently succeeded in dragging him right back to re-living those degrading, abysmal events.
Stop it. Get it together, he berated himself. That was a long time ago. He's not like them. Please don't let him be like them….You're just having an off night and he got to you. There's nothing to worry about. It'll be okay. He's just another idiot like the rest of them – talking a lot of talk, but nothing to back it up. He just happens to do it in a much more confident, compelling way.
"Nick?"
He quickly stood at the sound of his faithful friend's concerned voice and found her regarding him sympathetically.
"Hey Maya." He hastily wiped the tears from his face and affirmed with a small smile, "I'm alright."
"You sure? I haven't seen you that upset in a long time."
"Yeah, I'm fine. I guess he just found the right button to push tonight," he chuckled.
"Oh Nick…." She trailed off when she saw the droplets race down his cheeks once more. Clenching her hands into fists, she furrowed her brow and gritted her teeth. "That guy's a real jerk! Who does he think he is?! I bet he's never even seen a real dragon! He's just like everyone else! They don't know what they're talking about!"
Phoenix smiled genuinely this time, released a heavy sigh, and said, "Yeah, you're right. But it's people like him we have to be careful about."
"I know. They're just so rude!"
"Yeah, I was hoping he wouldn't be….Regardless, he's still our customer. Can you go in and make sure everyone's okay? I'll be in shortly."
"Are you gonna be okay?"
"I'll be fine, I promise. I always am."
Accepting his response, Maya nodded and returned inside.
Heaving another sigh, Phoenix leaned back against the building, closed his eyes, and whispered, "It's okay. They don't know any better….Maybe someday they will."
Meanwhile, inside of the tavern, Miles was reeling from the unexpected reaction he'd sparked. The prospect of tearing apart Phoenix's absurd views on dragons was exhilarating; he always loved a good logical row between himself and a worthy adversary. He anticipated them dragging it out into a heated discussion, yet was flabbergasted when he witnessed the deep, emotional response that pushed Phoenix to leave. While he usually felt a superior sort of satisfaction whenever he defeated someone, this outcome gave none of that. Instead, he was uncharacteristically unsettled to the extent of almost having remorse for inciting the disagreement.
"Don't worry about 'im, laddy," an old man said to him, slapping him on the back. "Our poor Phoenix gets a tad overzealous with his crazy ideas. Looks like you caught 'im off guard tonight!"
"Will he be alright?" Miles was troubled by not only Phoenix's abrupt departure, but his own genuine concern over someone he'd only just met.
"Ah heavens yes. He's got such a big heart, we all love 'im to death. Just a shame he has an insane attachment to dragons. We used to think the poor fella was off his rocker when he and that cute little friend of his first showed up about seven years ago. Now, he's like family to us in this small town. Crazier than hell to think dragons are friendly, but what can ya do, eh?" The man chortled and lightly poked Miles with his elbow. "You're the first one I've seen get to 'im like that in ages. Go easy on 'im next time, will ya? His sweet, loving heart can't take it."
Miles nodded and permitted a tiny smile. "Yes, of course. I'll consider your advice."
"Aye, good sir you are."
With one last clap on the shoulder, the old man wandered off. When Miles glanced beside him, he discovered Gumshoe had also ventured elsewhere.
Gulping down a decent amount of his rum, he thought to himself, I don't usually feel guilty under circumstances like this. He's no different than anyone else….Nevertheless….I somehow feel bewitched by his presence.
It was approximately ten minutes later when Phoenix re-entered the tavern. Applause and cheers erupted at the sight of him, which he accepted with a shy, embarrassed smile. On his way back to the bar, several people insisted he have a drink of their alcohol to help loosen him up and feel better; he accepted the offers graciously, and by the time he was behind the counter again, he'd consumed two mugs' worth of liquor. While he should've felt relieved that the pair of strangers weren't seated there anymore, he couldn't deny the hint of disappointment creeping inside of him. He surveyed the crowd, spotting Gumshoe near the far corner by one of the front windows, but no Miles. Turning his attention upward, he glanced about the second floor that overlooked the main area below and still did not see him.
I guess he left. It's probably a good thing anyway. Wouldn't want to do something I'll regret later, he concluded with a smirk.
It was five minutes to one when Maya commenced yelling her usual fare about the tavern closing and to wrap it up. As people consumed the last of their drinks – most not wanting to waste a single drop – and staggered out the door, they boisterously expressed their thanks to both Phoenix and Maya and vowed to return again like always.
"Don't forget we close early tomorrow!" Maya shouted, energetically waving goodbye.
When the last person shuffled out, she proceeded to fly about the area, picking up the soiled dishes and wiping off the tables.
"What a night, Nick!" she said exasperatedly. "They were awfully rowdy! Must be a full moon."
Phoenix gave a light laugh. "Yeah, could be. Better for our wallet if it is!"
"Oooo can we go eat at that fancy ramen shop then?! Pleeeease? It's been forever since you've taken me there!"
"Sure thing, Maya. We can go this weekend if-"
He suddenly went silent, prompting Maya to turn and look at him and notice his attention focused at the top of the staircase that led to the second floor. Miles was standing alone, his gaze fixed on Phoenix, who was staring at him unflinchingly. The tension increased exponentially, though Maya wasn't sure if it was only due to the vehement dispute from earlier. Leisurely, Miles descended the stairs, neither man glancing away from the other, and Maya squeaked awkwardly, "I'm just….I'm gonna go start washing dishes."
She dashed behind the bar where Phoenix stood and quickly went through the door.
"I didn't think anyone was still here," Phoenix said quietly as Miles sat down in the same seat he'd been in just an hour prior.
"I wanted a chance to speak with you privately."
"If this is about what happened earlier, it's okay. No hard feelings."
"It's obvious I upset you. That was not my intention."
Phoenix's expression softened. "It's okay. I'm pretty used to it by now. You're not the first to express your disdain for dragons, and you certainly won't be the last," he declared with a light chuckle.
"I haven't met someone who's as impassioned about them as you are. Why is that? Why do you have such strong feelings about them?"
An impish grin spread across Phoenix's face. "Maybe one of these nights, I'll tell you, Miles."
The swordsman was grateful that the countertop concealed him from the waist down, for the simple action and statement immediately aroused him. With such an evident invitation to get to know one another on a whole other level, he was terribly tempted to throw Phoenix onto one of the tables and ravish him right then and there, dirty dishes be damned.
"Well then," he managed to say. "I suppose I have another reason to return, don't I?"
"I definitely wouldn't mind if you did."
"In that case….I'll see you tomorrow night, Wright."
"What'll it take to get you to call me by my first name?"
You under me, Miles thought instinctively. He stood and waved a finger teasingly. "So eager. Some things are better left waiting for."
"Like your last name?"
"Correct. Too much familiarity this quickly can lead to reckless outcomes."
Assessing the naughty glint in the other man's eyes, Phoenix understood the implication. It nearly made him blush. "Ah, I see. I guess I'll just have to keep pleasing you however I can, good sir." He gave a small bow and was beyond convinced that Miles had a very specific physical reaction to his choice of words due to him swallowing hard and clutching his left arm in a way that Phoenix assumed was a nervous habit.
"Yes, well…." Miles began, clearly flustered. "I….I look forward to discovering what you have to offer."
"Be sure to get here earlier tomorrow. We close at eleven."
"I heard - Maya, was it? - mention something along those lines. Why is that, if I may ask?"
"It gives us a chance to recover a little bit, sleep in, keep things in tip-top shape. So every other night, we'll close early. Plus, it gives the other pub owners the opportunity to make a profit since our customers usually migrate over to them to keep drinking," he finished with a broad grin.
"That seemed to be the consensus from the few people I've met so far, that yours is the best and most popular in town. I imagine selling elvish liquor at the price you do is quite advantageous. It usually costs a pretty penny for a single glass."
Sensing the man was fishing for an explanation on how he could afford to offer the product so cheaply, Phoenix shrugged and said vaguely, "I guess they like me for whatever reason to let me buy it from them at a reduced rate."
"From what I gather, it seems impossible to not like you."
Phoenix giggled at this and rested his hand against the back of his neck. "I try my best!"
Miles bowed his head and closed his eyes briefly, smiling. "You are a mystery I hope to solve one of these days, Wright. I haven't enjoyed being in someone's presence as much as I do yours in quite some time. I'll see you tomorrow evening."
"Likewise. I'm looking forward to it."
Though he was heavily tempted to ask Phoenix to join him in his room for the night, the swordsman instead nodded a farewell and left. Alone for good this time, Phoenix let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding and fell forward onto the countertop.
That was totally unexpected, he thought pleasantly to himself.
"I think somebody likes you!"
He bolted upright and found Maya beaming elatedly at him, hands clasped against her chest.
"Jeeze, Maya! Were you eavesdropping?!"
"Me?! No, of course not! I was just listening to make sure you were okay!"
That's practically the definition of eavesdropping….
"So he's coming back tomorrow night?! It's like you have a date!"
He rolled his eyes and moved from behind the bar to gather up the remaining dishes. "It's not a date. He's just a customer."
"A customer who also just so happens to have the hots for you."
"Maya!"
"You should find out why he has that big sword! I've never seen one that big before."
I wouldn't mind seeing the other one he has…. Hastily shaking his head to rid himself of the impure thought, he said, "It's probably the same reason as anyone else – a needed precaution for protection. Traveling can be dangerous."
"Yeah yeah, but his seems a bit extreme."
"Well, sometimes people like extravagant things. Maybe he just has expensive, extravagant tastes."
She suddenly gasped, and Phoenix turned to her, concerned.
"What is it?" he questioned worriedly.
"I….It's nothing," she mumbled quietly, glancing away timidly.
"It doesn't seem like nothing."
"It's just….What if he's….you know….one of them? A dragon slayer?"
Phoenix visibly tensed at this suggestion and almost dropped the glasses he was holding.
Noticing the fear sweep across his features, Maya hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, Nick. I shouldn't have said it. But….that sword…."
"No, it's okay," he murmured softly. "That's why I'm grateful to have you around," he explained with a gentle smile. "You help keep me safe. It's a shame we have to be skeptical of anyone we meet."
"I….Um….Forget I said it! He seems really into you. Don't mess it up!"
"What?! How would I do that?!"
"I don't know! You'd probably say something stupid."
"Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence."
"Anytime!"
It took two hours to clean everything and have the place ready for opening the following afternoon. While he dismissed the notion of Miles being a slayer, there was lingering apprehension he couldn't entirely get rid of that followed him into his dreams.
Lying naked among the sheets on his bed, Miles couldn't deny his urges; they prevented him from sleeping. Part of him regretted not being more forward and requesting the enthralling barkeeper to be his company for the remainder of the night.
With eyes closed, head nestled comfortably on the pillow, his hands slowly went to work on pleasuring himself. He began with deliberate, firm strokes from the base of his shaft to the tip, while his other fingers lightly cradled his testicles.
He'd begin by undressing him, undoing one button at a time, reveling in the building anticipation to at last see him entirely bare – the exquisite, lean, muscular body hidden underneath the ordinary clothing. Phoenix's face would be flushed, his breathing accelerating from every caress Miles doted on him. They'd kiss with as much fervor as long-lost lovers reuniting for the first time in years. With every shudder of Phoenix's body beneath him, it'd become more difficult to not rush to accomplish what he lusted for most: filling the other man with himself.
Miles' hand commenced rubbing his erection more quickly, and he began panting slightly.
The soft, beautiful moans that escaped Phoenix's parted lips were the most gorgeous sounds he'd ever heard; an enchanting melody meant only for him. There'd be instances where Phoenix would gasp and squirm; the sensation of a hot tongue followed by a moist mouth suckling one of his nipples, fingers relentlessly toying with the other, would be enough to thoroughly stimulate him to the extent that his cock leaked with precum.
"Miles…."
He let out a groan from hearing Phoenix whisper his name so innocently and yet so eagerly. It was time to claim his body, to make him his and only his.
He'd be gentle, allow Phoenix to acclimate to his size and length before proceeding further. Their joined bodies then moved as one, each thrust producing a delicious noise from Phoenix that was a mixture of pain and ecstasy until it was nothing but the latter. With arms and legs wrapped around him holding him close, Miles kissed the man's supple lips and nibbled on his neck, breathing in his intoxicating scent. Beads of perspiration glittered on their skin in the moonlight and dull glow from the candles.
Desperately longing to go deeper inside of him, Miles guided Phoenix to lie on his stomach several minutes later. All too willingly, Phoenix raised his lower half, his hands balling into fists, eyes shutting tightly, and moaning freely as Miles continued dominating him. The rougher and faster Miles propelled his hips, the louder his partner's vocals became.
"Phoenix…." he huffed, arching his back, curling his toes, and slowing his pace as semen spurted from his cock. "Ahh….Nnnhhh…." He delicately squeezed the head to release any excess and rested his soiled hands atop his stomach while he basked in the satisfying afterglow.
If only Phoenix had been there lying beside him, his heavy breathing breaking the stillness in the otherwise quiet room as he recovered from their carnal act….
I haven't ever been this smitten with anyone, least of all a stranger. Perhaps he possesses some sort of enchantment, though surely, I would've recognized it. There's something about him, yes; however, I doubt an enchantment is the true cause of my attraction to him, nor would it be the reason for his uniqueness that I can't seem to understand….
He took a moment to clean himself and then settled under the covers, still wishing he had the other man next to him. With his erotic cravings quenched, he drifted to sleep.
A/N: I wrote this several months ago and wasn't sure if I'd ever post it. While I have no plans to start writing for the fandom again, maybe someone could find some enjoyment from reading this little bit despite that :)