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Yaoi (you know M&M)

4AM

Miles frowned slightly as he led Phoenix into his room. His bed was in total disarray for the nightmare that he had had earlier. The kings sized bed looked liked he had been fighting or having sex. He stopped leading the other man and he pressed right up against his back.

"That's a big bed," Phoenix said.

"I like to have room," he answered back, glad that his voice was not weak anymore. Maybe all that blubbering that he did him some good, even though he wasn't to sure why he had been crying so much to begin with.

Phoenix squeezed his hand and leaned pressed himself into his back and breathed on his neck in such a way that made him absolutely shiver.

"I noticed," Phoenix whispered and start to kiss his neck from behind, not being at all bashful about pulling down his robe to get better access to him. He allowed the kisses for awhile. After all, it felt so strangely good. Better than any other person that had done that to him. But then, no one had done that to him before either. They had always been rushed to see what he would do to them.

He had to break up the kiss and just moved forward, pulling the Phoenix behind him. He sat down on the bed and ushered Phoenix to do the same. Phoenix should his head and for a moment he thought that Phoenix was playing a game with him and was going to start laughing at him.

Then he saw what he was doing. He was removing his shirt. "I can't climb into your bed with by dirty clothes," he said as he tossed it to the side and now stood in front of him….shirtless.

When did he get those muscles? The only times that he had seen Phoenix without a shirt was before his last trip to Germany. They had been at the same gym working out and had run into him in the locker room. He was not as toned then as he was now. He obviously had been diligent in going to the gym. He felt a little insecure for a moment. It wasn't like he was a slob, but he did not have a six pack like he did.

"You've been working out," he whispered.

"I had a lot of time on my hands," Phoenix replied with a smile. "I slowed down in the last while though since I have had my nose buried in books now." Phoenix hands went down to his jeans and began to casually undo the button and zipper. "Apollo keeps pushing me to go though." He slipped then down and then tossed them by his t-shirt with a flick of his ankle and he was standing in front of him in an obvious state of arousal beneath a blue pair of boxers.

"Are you going to join me?" Miles asked and patted the spot next to him on the bed again.

"Oh, yeah," was the whisper. But Phoenix did not sit beside him. He froze as Phoenix placed himself directly on his lap and began to kiss his neck again. The other side this time. One hand holding his neck and almost forcing him to keep his head cocked to one side and the other hand moving up and down his sides.

"Phoenix," he breathed.

"Humph," he replied but did not stop kissing his neck. He really must have a neck fetish. He would have to remember that. He hoped that he wasn't leaving any marks there, but then, who would see them? He wore the cravat in court and at work and well, everywhere; no one would see the marks that were most likely going to be there.

He reached his hand behind the dark haired man's head to pull him off his neck only to receive that pout again and a mumbled sound of disappointment.

He kissed Phoenix. Not like that weak kiss he gave him at first. He kissed him with the ferocity that Phoenix had given his neck only a few moments ago. He forced his tongue into his mouth and they fought for dominance in that battlefield. He allowed his eyes to close and he slowed his aggression and allowed Phoenix to take the lead with his tongue. Allowing himself to touch the man that was on his lap.

The kiss slowed and stopped and Phoenix leaned back a bit. Phoenix looked a little flushed and he felt a smile cross his face.

"We really should talk about a few things first," He found himself saying as much as he wanted to continue to kiss the dark haired man or have him chew on his neck further, they did have to talk first.

Phoenix pouted a bit. "Yeah, I guess we should. Can I still sit on your lap?" He gave him a nod. The dark haired man rested his head on his shoulder and gave his neck a small kiss.

"No kissing," Miles squeaked. "We need to talk first."

Phoenix gave a small sigh. "I will try to hold back."

"What do you want to talk about first?" Phoenix asked.

The ball was in his court. He was the one that stopped the pleasant feeling to bring up uncomfortable words between them and he did feel a little silly talking with a full grown man curled up on his lap.

"What about Trudy?" he asked quickly. "Your daughter? Your family? What about Maya?"

Phoenix sighed. "What about them?" Phoenix hands were rubbing his side and shoulder. He seemed to still a little and even cool down a little.

"You have a family and I don't want to ruin it for you or them with me," he said.

They sat quiet for a moment. It seemed like Phoenix was trying to get his thoughts together.

"I… I know that they all care for me and I do care for them. Trudy is a strong girl and she will most likely will be happy for me. She wasn't happy with how my last relationship ended. She likes you anyway and has told me so. She will most likely start calling you Daddy 2."

Miles chuckled lightly at that. "Daddy 2?"

"Yeah," Phoenix snuck another kiss against his neck.

Miles pinched his side. "We are not done talking."

"Trudy knows that… I… was sort of pining for you." Phoenix whispered. "She is way to smart when it comes to reading people. She takes better care of me than I do of her. Anyway, she is with Lamiroir. Apollo is with them to. Lamiroir is going to tell them the truth. This weekend."

"The truth? I have heard her sing but what does that have to do with Trudy and Apollo? What is the truth?" he asked.

Phoenix chuckled, "Right. Well you see…" he looked like he was going to go into a long winded explanation but changed his mind, "she is really their mother. Her real name is Thalassa. Both Trudy and Apollo's mother."

"What!" he said startled and he squeezed Apollo tighter.

The man laughed. "You don't need to worry about Trudy. She may have her mother back but she will still be a pest. She worries about me. I was a bit of a wreck when she started to call me her father."

Miles knew little about that time. He was gone again. Running away. That was the same time that he lost his badge due to false evidence presented in court.

"That sounds complicated," Miles said.

Phoenix smiled, "Yeah, it is." He felt those lips on his collarbone again. Miles gave him a hard enough pinch to cause him to yelp.

"What about Maya?" he asked.

"She is the Master of the Temple and she is having booming business up there now," Phoenix said. "Larry is there with her."

"Larry!" Miles said startled.

"Yeah, I know. I think she is due with their first kid next month," he said.

He was too stunned to talk at that. Larry and Maya?

"Yeah, Larry is still a nut ball but he is being loyal to Maya. I didn't think it was possible for him. I do keep an eye on him to make sure that he doesn't hurt her. She is happy there and with him."

"Larry, settling down?" Miles whispered and rested his head against Phoenix's. "Never would have thought that."

"No kidding. He is even writing children's books now. It was a strange start for him but he did it," Phoenix said and snuck another kiss in. He gave him another pinch and received a giggle into return. "Your turn to spill. What about Franziska?"

"What about her?" he said.

Fingers traced some faded lines on his back. He swallowed hard. That was awhile ago. Franziska. It was his first trip back after his mentor, Von Karma, was found to be a traitorous man that was planning on throwing him in jail to save his own perfection. It was something that they did to both let their frustrations out from the experience. "It was short lived," he spoke as the fingers still traced the lines that darted across his lower back. "It helped at the time," he sighed. It had. It was good to focus on some other pain than the one that was in his heart.

"Did it hurt?"

"Quite a bit," Miles admitted. "I needed it at the time. We both did."

Phoenix kissed his collarbone again. He didn't pinch him this time, but he didn't give him another kiss yet. "I wish I could have helped you with your pain."

"I wished I would have turned to you," he admitted and squeezed him closer to him. "I had too much pride."

"Yeah. You do." Phoenix said. He gave him a pinch and got another chuckle out of him.

"Are we done talking?" Phoenix asked.

"I do have one more question. You alluded to it a few times. The last relationship that you had that you said ended badly." He asked and felt the man on his lap tensed up a bit.

"I…" Phoenix's voice hitched and there was a shutter than ran through him.

"You don't have to tell me tonight," Miles said quickly and it was his turn to place a kiss on to the top of his head.

"You should know." He sighed.

He waited as Phoenix stilled on his lap and seemed to push closer to him. "He was a friend at first. We worked together on a couple of cases together before I lost my badge and it developed into something more. He was helping out Apollo and I…" his voice hitched. "I was blind. He was a defender too. I thought he was like me and I took comfort in that and him. I didn't really know what he was like. Trudy said that he was bad news in her weird way but he made… me…forget about you. Even if only for a little bit."

Miles rubbed his back and pulled him into a full hug. "How did he hurt you?"

"He made it look like I committed a crime. A murder. He wanted me sent to jail and I…I ended up sending him there. I couldn't believe how cold he was until I saw him behind bars and how he… how I really meant nothing to him. How I was just a pawn on his chessboard."

Miles held him for a moment and let Phoenix have his turn with slow silent tears. They weren't the gut retching crying that he had done earlier.

"Are we done talking?" Phoenix finally asked and before he could answer he felt himself being pushed down onto his bed and having the dark haired man hover over him. "I don't want to talk any more." His eyes were still glistening with tears.

"I think we are done with the talking," Miles agreed with a smile. He reached up and wiped the cheeks off his face.

Phoenix lowered himself down to his elbows above him. He raised his head to meet his lips so that they could kiss again. Another fight to see who will dominate and he found that he didn't mind being dominated by the kiss.

Slowly Phoenix rested his body on top of his and he felt that the dark haired man was fully aroused again as he pressed against him through those boxers of his.

The kissing became an equal struggle. It was no longer a fight. He moaned as Phoenix pulled out of the kiss and made a small protesting sound but Phoenix went back to kissing his neck again with a little more strength than before and vigour.

"You, you really do…. Do have a neck fetish," he gasped.

All he got was a muffled sound as he continued to kiss and suck on him. He liked it and was glad that he wore a cravat to work. It would not be appropriate to show up in court with a throat full of hickeys like some sort of teenager.

Miles let his hands wander up and down Phoenix side and gently reach down further to finger the elastic of the boxer shorts.

That is when they heard a sound.

They both stopped and looked to the pile of Phoenix clothes on the floor where the offending Princess Samurai ring tone came from.

Phoenix groaned. "I don't want to get that."

The ringing stopped.

"Then don't." Miles said still playing with the elastic of his boxer shorts and he kissed Phoenix neck before he could start back on him. The groan he got was so worth it.

The ringing started again.

"You better get that," Miles said. "They sound persistent."

"But, I… "

"I am not going anywhere," he said with a quick kiss. The ringing stopped and it looked like Phoenix was going to ignore it as he wiggled on top of him and made him almost want to regret saying that he should answer the phone.

It started again.

Phoenix crawled off him and went to answer his phone.

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