Hey guys! Guess who's a horrible, horrible updater because real life gets in the way? This kid!

Seriously though, I'm terribly sorry for the wait. This is... probably the last chapter. But I'm not sure. I'm never sure of anything, especially as of late.

I own no rights to the ACE ATTORNEY series nor the characters in this story. Those belong to CAPCOM. Oh yeah, and Title credits goes to the Mumford and Sons song 'Little Lion Man' I don't own that either.

~LITTLE LION MAN~

"Good night, Miles."

"Sleep well, Wright."

"Phoenix."

"Sleep well, Phoenix." At the correction, Phoenix kissed Miles goodnight. Nothing special or fancy, just a simple kiss, but both men's lips still tingled at the contact.

Miles rolled over, back towards him. Phoenix snuggled up to said back, wrapping one arm around a deliciously pale waist. Miles made no objections, even moving slightly to get closer. Phoenix smiled, thinking to himself as he drifted off into sleep. 'In the morning, I gotta try and wake up before him so I can make us breakfast in bed or something. That's romantic, right? Yeah. And then we can go to lunch somewhere. Mmm, he's so warm.'

Phoenix rolled over, expecting a warm body to be there to greet him. Instead, his arm only fell upon slightly heated sheets.

No. You're dreaming, you are dreaming, you're…

His eyes shot open. He clawed around the bed linens, almost screeching in agony at the repeated circumstances from a year ago. "Damn it, Miles!"

"I'm in the bathroom."

Phoenix's head jerked to the sound. He scrambled out of bed but was slowed when he fell to the floor due to being entangled in the sheets. Hearing the chuckle emitting from the adjoining bathroom, the dark-haired man glared. "Don't you laugh."

"Can't help it."

"Why are you even up?" He looked at the clock on bedside table. "It's seven fifteen."

"Normal people wake up at this time. Not everyone wakes up at noon."

"Eleven forty five, thank you very much. And that's only when I don't have court."

Miles emerged from the bathroom. He was partially dressed. A pressed white shirt was already buttoned up to his neck where his cravat securely sat. His hair was combed and styled with its usual grace, but Phoenix paid no attention to what was covered. His eyes hovered at the bottom of Miles' shirt before tentatively lowering to his bare legs. They were porcelain pale, just the like rest of the prosecutor. The two limbs were long and trim, clearly toned with care. They were, simply put, the most gorgeous pair of legs Phoenix had ever seen, including those belonging to the models Larry managed to snatch up.

Crossing the room to the dresser, Miles pulled the attorney's head up along the way. "It's not polite to stare."

"Couldn't help it." Phoenix leaned back on his hands and lazily watched his lover get dressed. "Whatcha gettin' dressed for?" he asked in a sing-song, childish way.

"Going to the airport."

"Oh my God!" he threw his head back and groaned in annoyance. "If you hate me and just can't stand to be around me, break up with me like a normal person; don't hop on the first flight out of the country!"

"So I can say that we are now in a bona fide relationship?"

"What?"

"To break up with you, I have to be seeing you first, correct?"

"Really, Miles?" Phoenix growled, "You want to be in a relationship just to end it?"

Miles laughed. He walked back to where Phoenix was sitting and crouched in front of him. "I am not breaking up with you," he said with a kiss to pouting lips.

It did little to appease Phoenix. The skeptical look still hovered in his brown eyes. "Then why are you going to the airport."

"If you must know, I'm going to see Franziska off."

"She's fleeing the states too," he said bitterly

"I guess you could say that. Though I must be honest with you, I'm not far behind." It hurt Miles to say this, to see the pain in that usually gleeful face. He could see Phoenix's heart breaking all over again.

"You're leaving me? Again?"

Running a hand through Phoenix's hair and stopping at the nape of his neck, Miles leaned his forehead onto his lover's. "I'm sorry, Wright."

"Phoenix"

"I'm sorry... Phoenix. I need to continue my studies abroad. I need to finish what I started."

"Finding this "truth" you were talking about?"

"Yeah... I'll be back every now and then."

Phoenix moved backward, disconnecting from Miles. He gave the same hurt look he had last night. "Liar."

"I have a reason now."

"Taking Franzy's place in court?"

He grinned, poking Phoenix's nose like he was a child. "You."

"I guess that's a good enough reason," Phoenix smirked mischievously, refusing to make eye contact just to agitate the prosecutor.

"What are you talking about?" Miles leaned over and kissed his newly 'official' boyfriend. "You're the best damn reason there is."

"I suppose I am pretty great."

"Don't overinflate your ego."

"How long are you going to be gone?"

"I don't know. I'd fly you out with me if you were willing, but I know you care too much about your clients."

"I like helping people."

"I like that you like helping people. Do you think you could find a break in your busy, unpaid schedule though?"

Phoenix leaned in and kissed Miles. He didn't realize how much force he put behind it until he heard a displeased sound as Miles fell backwards onto the floor. The defense attorney couldn't help but laugh at the situation. Straddling his lover's waist, Phoenix smiled down at Miles. "I suppose I could make some time for you."

Miles smiled softly at the words. Looking around Phoenix, though it felt like a crime to be looking at anything other than his half dressed boyfriend, he glanced at the clock. "I must be going soon, Wright."

"Phoenix."

Wriggling out from under the defense attorney, he corrected himself. "I must be going soon, Phoenix."

"You're going to come back, right?"

"Of course," Miles said, pulling black slacks up his legs and fastening a belt around his waist.

"Promise?"

The prosecutor looked over his shoulder. "I promise."

Phoenix grinned broadly. Climbing back onto the bed, he sprawled himself in the sheets. "Okay then. I'll be waiting here."

"I shall see you when I get back then."

As he was about to leave the room, he heard Phoenix shout his name. Stopping, Miles turned around, beginning to become annoyed. "Yes?"

Phoenix jogged towards him, wrapped his arms around the prosecutor's neck, and beamed once more. "You can't leave me without a good-bye kiss."

Rolling his grey eyes, Miles did as asked and kissed the dark-haired man again. When he pulled away, he was smirking. "May I leave now?"

Detaching himself, Phoenix nodded. He waved as Miles walked away, calling after him. "Good bye, Miles! I love you!"

Miles' hand froze on the doorknob at the last phrase, but a quick grin did creep up his face.

Miles, I love you.

Miles, I love you.

Miles, I love you.

I love you.

I love you too, Mister Phoenix Wright.