Into the Dawn - Chapter Two

It wasn't long before Miles was lightly panting, and this time it was a result of his growing arousal. He hadn't been certain he could ignore the lack of warmth in Phoenix's touch, but it no longer seemed to matter much. Phoenix Wright, his old friend, the man who had stood by him when no one else would, the man who had helped him find his true purpose in life, the man he had secretly pined over for years - too worried about appearances and social protocol to ever let himself confess - was kissing him senseless. That was suddenly all that mattered to him. With such a distraction, he hardly noticed when his suit pants were unfastened, and thus he received a tremendous shock when Phoenix's hand curled around his arousal, sending a bolt of electricity through his entire body and causing him to gasp.

Phoenix smirked down at him, clearly pleased with himself. "Well, what'd you think I was doing?"

Miles was sure his face was a healthy rose color by this point. "I-I was merely... distracted," he stammered, not quite able to get his thoughts in order while Phoenix kept moving his hand like that.

The man still in all black chuckled, leaning down to press a firm kiss to Miles' throat as his head went back in response to the pleasure. "Distracted?" he inquired. "By what?"

"By you," Miles replied, his fingers flexing into the bedspread beneath him as the stroking quickened. "I... admit I did not... expect you to be so... so..."

"Patient?" Phoenix drew back, laughing lightly again and smiling down at the prosecutor. "It's not easy, let me tell you, but... well... I've wanted to do this with you for a long time. Properly, I mean. You're important to me, Miles; I'm not here to just get a quick fix and be on my way."

Upon hearing those words, Miles experienced something that only Phoenix had ever been able to create in him. It was a pleasant swelling sensation in his chest, a fluttering of his heart. Was it giddiness, or something more? He didn't know, but he liked the way it felt and closed his eyes to relish it. Phoenix had claimed to care for him many times, but this felt like proof, evidence that he was not just some plaything the former attorney was manipulating for his own purposes. For many years, he had told himself that he didn't need such companionship, that he cared little what others thought of him beyond what was necessary to keep his career going smoothly.

As it turned out, he was human, and humans needed companionship, needed to feel loved and wanted on some level.

Despite his efforts, it seemed Phoenix's patience wouldn't last forever. When he had worked Miles up into a feverish state, he abruptly withdrew his hand, earning a groan of protest. He paid it no mind and moved off the bed, and in what looked like a blur of movement to Miles, had removed his own clothes. His entire body was exceedingly pale, but Miles doubted he had sported such defined muscle in life. He was noticing it now for the first time, as Phoenix had been wearing nothing but black long-sleeved garments, not that he'd really seen him in anything but his blue suit in life. For all he knew, Phoenix could have always been in such appealing shape; he had walked or biked everywhere, after all.

The silver-haired man watched as Phoenix turned to the nightstand and pulled open the drawer, procuring a bottle of lubricant. Miles frowned. "How did you know that-"

He fell silent when an index finger was pressed to his lips, then replaced by Phoenix's own lips. The kiss was hard and filled with longing. A chilled tongue pushed past his own and back into his throat, the sudden intensity drawing out a muffled sound of surprise from him. While he was preoccupied, his trousers and undergarments were swiftly slid the rest of the way off and a knee was worked in between his thighs to part them. For a second time, the kiss served as a successful distraction, and Miles was not prepared for the feeling of cold, slick fingers finding their way to such a sensitive part of his body.

He gave a slight cry of surprise and automatically tried to jerk his head, but Phoenix had him locked in place and seemed to have no intention of letting him go. It had become abundantly clear to him throughout the course of the evening that Phoenix was taking charge of this entire situation, exerting control not only over himself, but his human partner. Months ago, Miles never could have imagined Phoenix being so domineering, but now... he supposed it was his nature. He had somewhat anticipated it, really, and while he still wasn't sure how he felt about it, he was not particularly uncomfortable with it yet.

In any case, the kiss could no longer distract him from what was going on below, or at least not completely. Regardless of his own willingness, his body was a bit resistant, and thus he squirmed and whimpered a little as those fingers worked their way in to loosen up all the taut muscle. The small noises he made were mostly stifled, but he was soon finding it impossible to breathe and became much more tense. Fortunately, Phoenix sensed this and broke the kiss, allowing the living man to take in several quick, deep breaths while trailing kisses down to the side of his neck.

His body had only just begun to accept what was happening when Phoenix decided he could no longer wait. He withdrew his hand and moved to kneel between Miles' legs, which he then lifted to drape over his shoulders. The prosecutor now felt properly vulnerable, and part of his mind was setting off alarms, reminding him of how Phoenix had taken him twice before against his will. He shut it out, irritated that such things would plague him now when he was enjoying himself and when it was far too late to turn back. He could not quell the anxiety, however, and he peered up at Phoenix with a look he hoped would reflect his thoughts.

I'm trusting you. Please don't make me regret that.

Phoenix took a hold of his hips and lined himself up, and then paused in order to give Miles a reassuring smile. "Remember: just tell me if it's too much, and you have nothing to fear."

Miles nodded once, and that was when Phoenix stopped holding himself at bay. The penetration was slow but relentless, pausing not even once to give Miles a chance to adjust to the pressure. The prosecutor sucked in a breath and his lower lip, muscles flexing as the other man slid deeper. The two times Phoenix had done this before had been decidedly different, such that not even this feeling was entirely familiar. He'd been panicking then, absolutely terrified, and that terror had been some form of a distraction from many of the sensations. Now, he was feeling everything, and even though he was experiencing great discomfort at the moment, he certainly preferred this.

Phoenix, on the other hand, looked to be enraptured. "Fuck..." he groaned as he at last seated himself completely, head dipped back. "You feel amazing..." His grip tightened as he lowered his chin to peer down, meeting Miles' gaze and seeing the grimace on his face. "Just relax..." he muttered in an attempt to comfort his human lover despite his own selfish desires. "It'll get easier..."

That night on the side of the road had not marked the loss of Miles' virginity, but he'd had very few encounters before that and none of which had he been on the receiving end. Now that he was here of his own will, he had to trust what Phoenix told him; after all, beyond the discomfort and slight pain, he was already starting to feel something pleasant. That began to increase as Phoenix started moving his hips, sliding nearly all the way out, and then back in at a slow pace. Miles' lips parted to release a short moan, the light flush on his cheeks beginning to darken. He kept his eyes locked with Phoenix's, and he could see a strained expression on the pale face above him; apparently, this slow, gentle rhythm was not easy for him to maintain.

Fortunately, the faint sparks were quickly insufficient for Miles: he needed more. "It's okay, Wright, you can- Ah!" He hadn't even managed to get the sentence out before the invitation was accepted and Phoenix bucked hard against him. The nerves he had only grazed before ignited, causing the prosecutor to throw his head back into the pillow behind it. Nothing about this was 'slow' or 'gentle' any longer; Phoenix clearly had no middle ground, or perhaps this was the middle ground between strict control and fatally injuring his partner. His anxiety flared, but so did his lust as every nerve within him seemed to be firing with each quick, powerful thrust of Phoenix's hips.

Miles was breathing purely in sharp gasps, which soon left him light-headed. The moans and cries he managed to get out in between those breaths were mingled with the almost bestial grunts of the man leaning over him, and before long, he heard the all-too-familiar sound of feeding fangs emerging. He could see them as Phoenix opened his mouth, gleaming like twin daggers in the moonlight coming through the curtains. It was a frightening sight, but Miles also found it exciting in a way, a feeling magnified by overpowering surges of pleasure coursing through his body with each movement Phoenix made.

Phoenix soon changed their position, pushing Miles' thighs to his chest to fold him over and get a better angle, able to thrust even deeper. At the same time, he leaned over more, lowering himself over the prosecutor and bringing his mouth to the side of the human's neck. The urge to protest what was about to happen came to the forefront of Miles' mind, but with so much weight now on his torso, it was even harder to breathe, much less stammer out the word 'wait' in time.

He gasped and cried out sharply when the fangs sank in, and he now felt properly helpless. With Phoenix lying atop him and gripping his upper arms, he was completely pinned. It got a little better when Phoenix released him with one arm in order to slide it beneath him, bringing his head and shoulders up a bit to make feeding less awkward, but the position gave him no more freedom - only the ability to move one of his arms.

He realized he was starting to panic and - in the midst of what was happening to him - he had to try and calm himself. He was focusing on his lack of control, not how it all felt. The fact of the matter was, it felt amazing. Yes, there was pain: the bite had hurt and some of those thrusts shot pain through his center, but somehow that was only adding to the experience. It was his worry, his fear for what would happen if things got out of hand that was interfering with his enjoyment, and while Miles Edgeworth had always prided himself in being prepared for any scenario, he had to let that go now. Yes, things could go very wrong at any moment, but how were things to go right if he wouldn't let them?

He forced himself to relax, and once he did, he found it was just a little easier to breathe, albeit still a struggle. The sounds Phoenix was drawing from him were unfamiliar to his ears, and with them he could hear a low, rumbling purr-like sound coming from the man holding him. His erection had received no further attention, but even so Miles was sure he wasn't going to last much longer. This was all so overwhelming, and the reduced level of oxygen was enhancing every sensation as his body reacted to the perceived threat.

Phoenix didn't drink for long before wrenching his fangs out and greedily lapping at what continued to spill out. "Fuck yes..." he growled, pushing his hips forcefully against Miles and grinding deep within him, eliciting a shuddering moan from the prosecutor. "Don't hold back. Let me hear you!"

"A-ah! Ph-Phoe-nix!" Miles barely managed to cry out in response to the request. This encouraged the vampire as he rose up, placing his hands on the backs of Miles' thighs to keep his legs folded back so he could resume his relentless pounding. He soon had Miles screaming, and there was no way the silver-haired man could hold out any longer. He couldn't even manage to yell out a warning before the orgasm hit him full-force. Each wave drew out a cry from him that made it fortunate he did not have neighbors close by, as the violence of the climax made it difficult to distinguish them as pleasure or pain. His muscles clamped down around Phoenix, who just kept moving, thrusting wildly to attain his own release.

When Phoenix finally came, Miles was barely aware enough to notice. The intensity of it all had left him in a half-conscious state of euphoria, his body quivering with the aftershock. Everything was white, and he wondered if this was what a good high felt like. He had no idea for how long he stayed in limbo, but when he came back around, he was lying under the top sheet and duvet cover, Phoenix on top of the blanket with one arm draped over his chest and the other cradling his head. He noted that he must have been cleaned off, as he didn't feel sticky.

Phoenix was peering down at him with a look of adoration, and perhaps a little concern. "You all right?"

Miles' breathing was still a bit heavier than normal, his heart not quite back to its regular pace. He stared up at Phoenix, blinking several times to try and clear away the rest of the haze. "I'm... better than all right," he managed at last, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile he could not have contained had he tried. Phoenix quickly covered that smile with a kiss, deep and passionate, but much gentler than Miles had expected it would be.

"I'm glad to hear it," the former attorney murmured after breaking contact. "You... might be pretty sore in the morning, though. Why don't you let me give you a few drops of my blood to help with that?"

Miles bit his lip. He'd never liked the idea of that. Not only did it taste terrible and the thought of drinking blood was revolting to him, but he had no clue what long-term effects such a substance could have on the human body. He couldn't believe there were none! "I... well..."

"It's okay," Phoenix assured him, pressing a light kiss to Miles' temple. "Do you really think I'd give you something that would harm you? Just a couple drops will only help you heal faster, I promise."

Miles took in a deep breath and then simply nodded his consent, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. He averted his gaze as Phoenix produced his fangs in order to bite his own index finger, then braced himself for the awful taste as that finger was pushed between his lips. He lightly sucked on the digit, the bitter taste flooding his tongue even though only a miniscule amount of the substance seeped out before the wound closed up. Phoenix withdrew his finger and then pulled Miles closer to him, the thick duvet separating them. Miles was grateful that Phoenix had thought enough to realize his cold skin would be unpleasant to be pressed against while trying to sleep, though it was a bit disappointing that they could not be closer.

Still, as Miles let his eyes fall shut and sleep start to take him, he found himself so much more content and secure than he would have ever expected. He was falling asleep in the arms of a vampire, a predator who had victimized him more than once. However, he chose not to think of it that way. In his mind, he was falling asleep in the arms of Phoenix Wright, something he'd dreamed of doing for years.

Beauty unmatched.

Careful not to disturb his sleeping lover, Phoenix began gently combing sweat-soaked silver bangs from a face of pale perfection. He had always found Miles attractive - so beautiful and even adorable at times. However, seeing him like this was something that might have inspired him to write horribly cheesy poetry. The sight of him sleeping, slightly curled on his side, naked, skin glowing in the moonlight, hair disheveled and shining with perspiration, so at peace and calm and trusting...

Phoenix realized his mouth was open and he shut it quickly. He was also acutely aware that he was becoming aroused again, something he could not help. One perk of his new... condition... was that - unless he was badly injured - he simply did not get tired. The only thing that had stopped him from making love to Miles literally the entire night was the prosecutor's limitations as a mortal human and Phoenix's desire not to harm him. Even now, as he looked upon the other man, so serene and resting peacefully, he wanted to yank the blanket out from between them, turn him face-down, and have his way again and again.

Just the thought started a low rumble in his chest and caused his arousal to surge, but he had to reign himself in. He forced himself to lie down and look up at the ceiling, working to control his thoughts and his body's reaction to them. It was literally a constant struggle, but one he gladly fought. No, the beast within him would never be truly satisfied with this arrangement, but he didn't want to satisfy it. He wanted it gone! He wondered just how long it would be before things got easier, as Alastair had promised they would...

...Alastair...

Phoenix expelled air from his lungs in a long sigh, a reflex left over from his time as a living man. He still remembered the excruciating pain he'd felt the instant Alastair had been killed, like his very soul had been severed. The bond between Maker and Progeny was a powerful one, a tie made in blood and spirit. A vampire felt it when any of their children died, and vice-verse. Phoenix had viewed Alastair neither as a father or a lover as many of his kind did, but the man had been very important to him, a constant source of advice, guidance, and protection from both the outside world and himself. The rage that had followed that blinding flash of agony was something on which he did not wish to dwell, something he was very glad Miles had not witnessed. Had he... Well, Phoenix was certain he would not have been welcome here.

After these thoughts had run their course, Phoenix felt it was safe to look back down at Miles again, and he felt a small smile curve his mouth. So precious... and all his... Okay, so maybe Miles would resent that particular sentiment, but Phoenix didn't really mean it in the way most vampires would. He meant it in the proper sense, the sense that two lovers should belong to one another. Okay... so maybe that wasn't entirely true. He most certainly felt possessive of his childhood friend/courtroom rival/new lover, but he didn't want to start thinking of Miles as belonging to him lest he start treating him as such - unintentionally, of course.

Miles was a human being with free will and free thought, and he would never belong to anyone!

...Unless... he agreed to bond...

Phoenix inwardly laughed at the notion. Miles Edgeworth would never agree to something like that, and Phoenix wasn't entirely sure he'd want to press the issue. It sounded appealing, yes, but his concern for the other man made him reluctant. The bond was - essentially - slavery, even though the benefits to the human participant were worth it to some people. Although, if the vampire was kind and actually cared for the human, it wasn't at all bad... from what he'd heard.

Slowly, Phoenix shook his head. No, he needed to stop thinking about it. It was irrelevant. He had to just let Miles live his life, even if that meant... watching him grow old and...

He shook his head again, more rapidly this time. Why did it always feel as if his thoughts were working against him? It was like every train of thought he found himself on inevitably led to a cliff. It would have been nice could he simply go to sleep spooning Miles and wake up in the morning, refreshed and ready for a little affection and a nice breakfast, but things just didn't work that way for him anymore. He didn't sleep anymore. He was awake all night, and would then have to depart before the sun came up to hide in his basement tomb, technically dead until the sun set the following evening. His body was alert enough even while he rested to rouse him if anything happened, but at least he could shut his mind off for a while.

Gently, he leaned down to press his lips to the side of Miles' neck, feeling the man shift a little in his grasp: he did not wake. Phoenix inhaled the scent of his skin and the blood flowing beneath. Blood, sweat, and sex: an intoxicating aroma. He could hear Miles' deep, steady breathing and the rhythmic beat of his heart, unmistakable signs of life. Even through the thick comforter he could feel the heat radiating from the living man, and he recalled how it had felt like he was burning while inside him. He wanted to feel Miles' bare skin pressed to his, but he would not subject the poor man to that; he could only imagine it would feel like sleeping against a sheet of ice. No, he would just have to keep a blanket or clothing between them when they lay together like this.

Even though there were things he regretted not being able to share in, what he had was better than nothing and better than he deserved. He only hoped Miles could be satisfied with this arrangement, lacking as it was. At least Miles had come to trust him enough to take this step; now he just needed to work extra hard not to break that trust, as his predatory nature kept urging him to do.

After all, the human was utterly helpless and completely at his mercy.

Phoenix grunted in frustration and squeezed Miles just a little tighter, to remind himself of whom it was he held. This was Miles. He loved Miles. He wanted to protect Miles, make him happy, and make amends for all he had already done to him, as impossible as that seemed.

If there was a way to permanently silence the insatiable beast lurking within him, he would find it for the sake of the man sleeping soundly in his arms.