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Yaoi (you know M&M)

3AM

I can wait some more.

He swallowed hard at those words. They sounded so sad, but he didn't know what to do. He stood there, still holding his full cup of tea, in his bathrobe, unable to act, move or speak and staring down at those inexplicitly large bunny slippers.

I can wait some more.

Why had he called him to begin with? What had possessed him?

A hand came to his arms and this time it wasn't just in jest. Phoenix's hands no longer contained his half empty cup. He hand them on his upper arms and was rubbing them slightly through his silk robe. "Miles?"

"I…" He hated the way his voice sounded. Weak and confused, was not what he was all about but he did not have the strength to bring himself out of it this time. "Did you mean what you said?"

"Yeah," there was hint of disappointment in Phoenix's voice as he spoke. The hands stilled on his arms.

He still did not have the courage to look up as he continued the hardest words he had ever spoken. "Not about that," he whispered, he didn't raise his voice any louder than it was now. He was afraid that it was going to crack and break and he would crumble to the floor like there was an earthquake shaking the building. "About your dream. Were you dreaming about me? Really?"

The hands on his arms squeezed a little tighter and then relaxed. "Yeah."

"But you have a family. You have people…" he couldn't continue. He did not like how he was feeling. He did not like his eyes or throat burning like they were and he defiantly did not want to start crying.

The hands increased their pressure and he felt them tugging. He resisted at first as a horrible sounding sob left him as he felt himself being engulfed in a hug.

He didn't remember feeling a hug that felt good like this since he was a child. Since… since before his father died. The thought set the tears rolling down his face even harder. He buried his eyes into the black t-shirted shoulder as one hand was pressed against his shoulders and the other rubbed his middle back. He thought he heard his tea cup tumble to the floor but for once, he really didn't care.

Phoenix was making some noises of comfort that only made him want to cry harder. He wanted to push him away for making him cry like a grade school child but he didn't have the strength to do so.

How long did he cry on his shoulder? How long was it before he had the strength to pull back from him? He still could not look up at him though.

And of course he had to say something stupid, "Your slippers are wet."

"You dropped your tea," Phoenix responded. "I thought you were a little more important than my slippers or your tea cup." His hands were still lightly touching his arms.

"Have you really been waiting?" Why couldn't he raise his head to look at him! Why was he averting his gaze like this? He was not that weak!

"I… I did try to move on, after you left but…" Phoenix voice stopped. "I didn't make the best choices."

He was able to look up at him. Phoenix lowered his hands from touching his arms and he was missing that touch already. They stared at each other for a moment. Miles was not sure of how to read that look on his face. It was such a strange look. Phoenix licked his hips in a nervous manner. "I know that I didn't always make the best choices." Phoenix's hands came up and cupped his cheeks and his thumbs brushed the wetness that was still there. "But, I really don't want to wait anymore."

Miles felt his heart leap in his chest at that and the surprisingly soft touch on his cheeks. He felt brave enough to reach up and took Phoenix hands in his own. He could feel the tension in his former rival as he lowered the hands. How could he word his feelings? He didn't know how he could. He didn't know his feelings well enough to put words on them. Hell, he didn't even know what he wanted.

Why did he phone him?

He squeezed Phoenix's hands and leaned in.

It was clumsy and he felt kind of silly doing it. He had kissed people before and it had never been awkward or strange like this. He had even kissed another man before, hoping to fill that gap that was missing from his life and he was the aggressor. Here, he felt like his heart was going to leap out of his chest or burst out of his throat.

It was a simple plain kiss. Nothing fancy or enduring but he still wanted to feel more of his lips than the few seconds of touching that their lips had in that kiss. He closed his burning eyes as he pulled back. He was still holding Phoenix hands as he lowered his head and felt himself breathing heavily. Phoenix's forehead met his own and heard that his breathing matched his.

"Are you sure?" Phoenix asked. "I… I won't want to let go."

He couldn't speak. There were no more words in him. That was for the courtroom. All the words and twisting of them and this was not a courtroom. This was his kitchen at 3 am in the morning.

He untwined his fingers, feeling the tension rise in Phoenix again but soon relax as he placed his hands on the other man's hips. Phoenix hands followed suit and it was Phoenix turn to kiss him.

This wasn't a soft awkward kiss. It was a hungry wet kiss that tasted like tea. Phoenix hands on his hips gripped and tried to pull their already close body's closer together. He found his arms tightening around Phoenix's waist and enjoying, actually enjoying the kiss.

He was a little startled by the tongue that entered his mouth. He was used to being the aggressor and forcing himself on others. Maybe that was the problem in his other relationships? He pushed his own tongue back at him and it cause Phoenix to groan against him.

Now his body was betraying him.

He realized that here was not much he could do to hide in, in his simple silk magenta robe and making boxers. There was not much to material to hide his arousal and not much space between them to hide it as well.

He pulled out of the kiss and opened his mouth to say something but whatever thought that was in his mind was quickly erased as Phoenix just moved to his throat.

Phoenix lips were sucking and licking the side of his neck and he felt himself involuntarily turn his head to the side. Between the licks and kisses and the little nips on his neck. He heard Phoenix mutter, "It was a good thing you kept your neck covered in court, I don't think I could have handled it."

He found himself groaning as Phoenix's hands moved inside his robe to touch the bare skin on his chest and back as he continued to gnaw on his neck.

He let a groan escape him and allowed a hand to grab the back of Phoenix head and allow his hands to smooth out the surprisingly soft spiky hair and found his other hand tugging at the black t-shirt that the former attorney wore.

"You…" Miles panted as he felt the gentle scrape of teeth along his collar bone and he didn't even realize that he liked that. Whatever words he was planning on saying next got lost. Again! It came out into a bunch on nonsense blurted out of his mouth: A bunch of pathetic pleas and admissions to how good it felt.

He gripped the hair and forcefully pulled Phoenix face off his neck. Phoenix made a groaning sound and his face made a beautiful pout.

"Let's…" Miles swallowed hard. "…go where we can be more comfortable."

"Hum? More comfortable?" Phoenix eyes were glazed over a bit. "Where?"

He couldn't say it. He moved to take Phoenix hand of his back, with only the slightest hesitation and concern. They separated their bodies. Miles noted that his robe was completely open in the front and was skewed in on shoulder. Well the shoulder that Phoenix had been chewing on.

He decided that this night was making him into a complete and utter wreck and he wasn't as bad as a breakdown as he thought it would be.

Was that why he called him?

Phoenix mad a small 'oh" sound as he led him into his bedroom.

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