When they arrived back at the apartment, Phoenix suddenly found himself rather unwilling to get out of the car and end the evening. He shifted in his seat to look at Miles for a moment. "Well, thanks for such a great evening. I really enjoyed it. And...thanks for dinner and the lesson too." He smirked teasinly. "Maybe I'll make you my date for the formal defense attorney banquet in September." At Edgeworth's shocked gaze, Nick shook his head. "Just kidding!" He opened the door and looked back. "Well, see ya later, Edgeworth." At Miles' quiet goodbye, he shut the door, walking back into the apartment building. He'd gotten no further than his apartment door when he was pounced by Maya. "Wha--Maya! What are you still doing here?!" "How was your date with Mr. Edgeworth, huh? Huh? Did he kiss you goodbye?" "What?! No!" Ugh, forget what he'd thought earlier. THIS was going to be a long night.

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Stepping into the solitude of his bedroom, Edgeworth slipped off his cravat, laying it carefully in its usual position, folded on the nightstand. He continues to undress, having full intentions of going to bed, and as his clothes were tossed against the wall, falling just short of landing in the laundry basket, he went to his closet for his usual pink PJs. He sighed, the bed creaking softly under his weight as he sat, his shoes having been kicked off at the door. The lights already out, he laid back, pulling the covers up to his shoulders. He couldn't stop thinking about him...but there was no way that he could ever act upon the desires he kept secret, even from himself. Sleep overtook him before he really knew what was going on, and as he saw the numbers on his clock just change to one fifty-eight, he fell unconscious.

It was dark. The warehouse was completely empty, save for the two lawyers inside, and the pistol in Phoenix's hand. A surge of panic slammed into the prosecutor as his mind registered what the weapon was for. "No!" he cried, horror apparent as the barrel was lifted to the defense attorney's throat. "Phoenix, please, I beg you, don't do it!"

His gaze was met with one far less enthusiastic. The tone that soon rang out, the expression on his face...everything about him radiated an intense cold and, quite honestly, it terrified Miles.

"Sorry, Edgeworth, but...I know the truth. You don't really care, do you? You act like you do...but that's only because you don't want human blood on your hands. You never gave any indication before, so...why should I believe that you actually care for me now?"

"W-Wright, I-!"

"Oh, I don't think you'll get through to me just by knowing my name, Edgeworth." Phoenix cocked the gun, a soft click echoing through the room, although to the prosecutor, it sounded more like a cannon. He couldn't...he wasn't going to... "NO!!!"

"This is going to look pretty bad for you when they find us, locked in here. Good luck finding someone who'll defend you."

The shot fired.

Edgeworth gasped Phoenix's name into the night as he bolted out of bed. It felt like he was drowning, and it had nothing to do with his body being coated in a cold sweat. The defense attorney, usually so cheerful, so energetic, looking so cold, hatred shining through his eyes... Edgeworth shuddered, and his gaze shot to the clock. That was it. He needed to tell Phoenix the truth, three in the morning be damned.

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Nick's dreams were far more peaceful. There was ice cream. Lots of it. And a smiling Miles staring at him over the giant banana split they were sharing. It looked like something out of a movie set in the 50's. But sadly, their big musical number was not to be, for his cell phone rang, jarring him out of his dream. Phoenix rubbed his eyes, wiping a bit of drool from the side of his mouth, and picked it up. Seeing Edgeworth's name on the caller ID, he was startled. Looking at the clock for a brief moment, he did a double take. What is Miles doing calling me at 3 am? He thought, flipping it open. "Hey, Edgeworth? What's up?" He asked, his voice groggy with sleep.

"You live within walking distance of your office, correct?" The frantic tone was enough to tell Phoenix that something was wrong... "Y-yeah... Why?" The prosecutor spoke quickly. "I need to talk to you, now, and in person. I'll be at your office in twenty minutes, so get down there as fast as you can."

"Edgeworth, it's late. Can't this wai-"

"No. No, Wright, it can't. Please try to understand." and he hung up, leaving Phoenix a bit concerned, wondering what was so important that he had to tell him in person at three a.m. Elsewhere, pink pants quickly went on over Edgeworth's boxer-briefs, and his usual white shirt, black vest and magenta coat soon made their way onto his body as well. The cravat was snatched up carelessly, and he put it on while he walked, grabbing his keys from the little bowl on the table beside the door. He shook out his bed-head and was on his way no more than two minutes after he called, and as he drove down the road, he could feel his stomach tighten, and his heart beat at a rapid pace.

Nick was at a loss for words as he ran down the street, clad only in his boxers, blue bathrobe, and slippers. From the sound of urgency in Miles' voice, he couldn't be bothered with clothes at the moment. He ran up to the door of Wright & Co. Law Offices, unlocked it, and hurried inside. His heart beat almost erratically as he sat down on the couch in the lobby. Something was wrong with Edgeworth. Something was very, very wrong.

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The keys jingled softly and engine cut off, Edgeworth stuffing the keys in his pocket hastily as he stepped out of his car. The door slammed, but as soon as his gaze was met with the tall, looming building before him, he froze, his nerve suddenly lost. Phoenix was already there... He knew because the light was on in the main office room. He waited out there for a few moments, but he soon thought of Phoenix, sitting inside the room all alone, wondering if everything was okay, hoping that the frantic sounding prosecutor wasn't having a mental breakdown, and he managed to step forward. His shaking hand reached for the knob...and when he opened the door, he heard Phoenix call from the back room. "Edgeworth?" "Y-yes..." "I'm back here!" He walked around the corner, and blushed furiously, turning his head away quickly. "W-Wright, why are you dressed like that!? When I said get down here quickly, I didn't mean risk getting arrested for indecent exposure!"

"Who's indecent?" Phoenix retorted, standing up. At least I have clothes on! Just think of that!" He pulled his bathrobe closer to him, tying the garment in a knot. "There. Is that better?" He asked, but then cut himself off from his next remark when he saw Edgeworth's facial expression. "What's wrong?"

Edgeworth swallowed. Hard. He took in a quiet, shuddering breath, and began to walk over to the couch where Phoenix sat. "You'll want to sit back down, Wright..." and Phoenix did just that. There was an uncomfortable silence hanging in the air, neither one really wanting to break it, but the tension borderline unbearable. Finally, Edgeworth cleared his throat, and Phoenix jumped. "W-Wright..." His words, barely above a whisper, scared Phoenix. The prosecutor never spoke like that unless something was gravely wrong. Edgeworth just couldn't find his words... He was usually so eloquent. "There's something I need to discuss with you. Wright...I need to know something. If I told you some kind of horrible secret that I had...something that I've been hiding, even from myself, for...a long time...what would you say? Would you think any differently about me? And...would you turn me away if you knew that this secret would have a great effect on you as well?" He could feel them. Tears. They were hiding, just beneath the surface, and they were already making their way forward. He tried to blink them away, but that only made them come faster, his vision clouding with the unshed liquid. "Would you even want to know..?"

Phoenix was greatly confused. Was Edgeworth bringing up the DL-6 incident again? He thought the man was over that! Nonetheless, he decided to go along with it. "I can't imagine what could be so horrible, but I could never think myself the type to abandon you for such a thing. And...even if it involved me...I wouldn't mind. I'd do my very best to help you out." He gazed openly at Edgeworth, seeing how the man stared back, his eyes glistening. Was Edgeworth...crying? Was he scared? Nervous? What? Phoenix leaned over and put his hand over Miles'. "What's wrong?"

His body visibly tensed under Phoenix's 'comforting' touch, though Edgeworth couldn't help but feel that it wasn't doing him terribly much good. His heart only began pumping faster, his thoughts all flooding through his mind at once, and he let out the breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He murmured...something, but it was so quiet and so mumbled that Phoenix had to ask him to repeat it. "I said, I'm not sure you'd be so eager to help if I actually told you what's been on my mind..." He turned his hand around, holding the other's more tightly, but soon let go, pulling back. His throat felt tight, and he could no longer swallow easily. His eyes stung with tears that were beginning to fall, and he silently cursed himself. "Demon Prosecutor" indeed... Shedding tears so easily...

This whole situation was starting to alarm Phoenix. "Damn it, Edgeworth, just tell me what is wrong! You're scaring me." His heart thundered in his chest, his breathing hitched. "Please...just tell me already." He reached out and wiped away the tear sliding down Miles' cheek with his thumb, pulling back immediately when he felt Edgeworth stiffen.

The thumb on his cheek only caused more tears to flow, though he was still doing a fairly good job of keeping them in check, but the worried look on Phoenix's face made Miles feel guilty. The man was going to worry sick about him until he was told, but Edgeworth...he just couldn’t get the courage to say anything! The palm of his hand met his face, and he sniffled. "Wright... I thought I had lost you..."

Shaking his head, Phoenix whispered, "What are you talking about, Edgeworth? I'm right here. We just had a really fun evening together. How could you have lost me?" Something was not right here. Miles was acting really odd. He was definitely not himself, and Phoenix was determined to get to the bottom of it.

"I thought you were dead! Gone forever... I finally stop having nightmares about my father's death, and now...you're in his place." The surprised look on Phoenix's face told that he understood. Edgeworth sniffed again and he took his hand away from his face. He was losing control... He could feel himself starting to lose it. Phoenix would never act that way. That's not who he was. It never would be. He knew that, so why was he still afraid of what happened? 'I love him...' That's why. 'I...I love him! I can't keep denying this, it's bad for me! I...I need to tell him! So why can't I..? No. If I don't say it now, he...he might...' "I love you."

His words were so quiet, Nick again had to ask for a repeat. Edgeworth's shoulders heaved as he let out a silent sob. "I love you! Damn it, Wright, what will it take for you to notice!? It should've been obvious, but you're just so...incompetent! Incompetent, and so carefree, and everything always comes so easily to you, and...and I love you! And I don't want any words of disgust, Wright, because I'll be leaving once I regain my composure anyway! I'm sorry that I called you out here so early in the morning for something like this, but...you held the gun up to yourself and I felt like I was just about to die when I saw you pull the trigger. I couldn't keep it inside anymore, and...tomorrow we can just go our separate ways, and you never have to see me again if you don't want to." His body was still tense, awaiting Phoenix's response. Would they just sit there? Would Nick kick him out right then? Would he ever want to see him again..?

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Miles' confession left Nick breathless. He held a finger to the babbling prosecutor's lips, silencing him, as they stared at each other. "Miles...I..." You what? You know you love him too! So why not just tell him that? And what was that about the nightmare? Miles Edgeworth...is afraid? Of losing me! He loves me that much that...he would be afraid to lose me. "I..." Damn it, Phoenix, just say it! But he couldn't say it. The words wouldn't leave his lips. Then he figured out why. While he'd been angsting over how to tell Miles of his true feelings, apparently his lips had other ideas. He let out a soft moan, then a surprised sound when he pulled away from a tender kiss with the man who had just declared his love for him. His first kiss. He stared at Edgeworth, panting from need of oxygen. "Miles." He breathed.

Tears still clung to the corners of his eyes, but the general tear flow had stopped when Phoenix... 'H-...he kissed me!' Miles thought, the action finally registering through the shock. His expression clearly showed what he was thinking...but he was a prosecutor. He had been for so long, that now...he automatically thought the worst of people. He inhaled, his mind finally able to tell his lungs to breathe, and turned away, gazing at a faded stain he only just noticed on the floor. "Wright... I know what I just told you is despicable, but you don't have to make fun of me... I was serious."

"So was I." Phoenix returned seriously. He gazed hard at the shaken man. Sometimes Miles was so...hard to read. "And it wasn't despicable. It was...nice. It made me feel warm right here." He grabbed the prosecutor's hand and guided it to his chest, where Miles could feel Phoenix's heart racing. "I know that you can't take me seriously sometimes, Miles, but for this once, please...please do."

Edgeworth's mind wouldn't sit still enough for him to sort out his thoughts. He was confused, anxious, and even a little panicked. Before he knew what he was doing, he pulled his hand away, his steely-grey eyes locked with the brownish-black ones owned by the defense attorney. "How can you say something like that so easily!? We...we're both men, and we stand on opposite sides of the courtroom! This is wrong! N-no, I can't...I can't let you accept my feelings! If anyone found out, it would be the end of your caree-!" He froze. A few words were able to find their way sloppily from around the lips covering his own, but after a few failed attempts, he eventually tried his hand at kissing back. He didn't think it was...too bad... Then, it wasn't as if he had experience kissing other men... "Mgh...Wright..." he pulled back, breathing a slight bit heavier than usual. Desperation glittered in his eyes, though his expression was still kept relatively normal. Phoenix had always admired how Edgeworth could do that. "I'm...sorry, Wright. I called you all the way down here so early, making you think something was seriously wrong...and it just turns out to be this. I hope I didn't frighten you too terribly."

Phoenix let out a nervous laugh. "You had me terrified, Edgeworth. I thought you were going to tell me some horrible news, like you had cancer or something. But this...this is the best news I've heard in a long time!" He sucked in a breath, holding it for a moment before letting it out. "I mean, I don't care if we're a defense attorney and prosecutor. I know that I love you, and that's all that matters. And just so you know, I was telling the truth about my sexual orientation earlier." He flashed a grin. "Think of it as Romeo and Juliet...unless that bastard von Karma kept you from reading Shakespeare as well."

It seemed that Edgeworth hadn't gotten to the point where he could laugh just yet. So instead, he smirked. "No, I was rather well educated in those book-shaped sleeping pills. And I'd rather not compare us to those two. I can't for the life of me figure out why two lovers killing each other is romantic. It's more like some kind of occult horror story if you ask me." Phoenix let out a chuckle, and Edgeworth felt a hand on his once again. "S-so...you weren't just being a jerk when you kissed me earlier? You really meant it?" He was losing his skepticism rather quickly, and he was starting to calm down. He could physically feel his heart slowing to a normal pace, and the ringing in his ears was no longer unbearable. It still felt as if his stomach had been invaded by butterflies, but overall, he was starting to feel much more normal. Until he remembered that Phoenix wasn't only wearing boxers on under a very loosely tied robe... The only real side effect to that, though, was a pink tint to his cheeks.

"Why would you think that?" Phoenix questioned, leaning closer. "And...since when am I ever a jerk?" He laughed softly. "I think my amazing romantic ways have gone to your head, Miles, dearest." Edgeworth was so cute when he stared at Phoenix like that! Honestly, why had they ever disliked each other in the first place? But...maybe...maybe he should play hard to get. After all, Edgeworth seemed to like games like that.

Edgeworth bowed, as he was so used to in court. "Oh yes, my lord, you look incredibly dashing in your amazingly romantic attire. I don't know how I've been able to keep myself off of you for so long." He smirked again, Phoenix rolling his eyes, And Edgeworth leaned back on the couch, sighing to help his muscles loosen and relax. "I suppose that...there's really no reason for us to merely stay friends after this, is there?" The hand under his tensed, and it was only then that he had realized he was squeezing it gently. "I had always assumed that once confessions were made, the two people in question were a couple by default, even if they didn't truly act upon their desires. But I suppose...that we just did. Does that officially makes us an 'item' now?" His body felt lighter, not quite so tense. Being a prosecutor, he should've known that telling the truth from the beginning would have been the best way to go about it, but the risks had seemed too great at the time.

An awkward silence hung heavy in the air. Phoenix looked at Edgeworth for a long moment, a silly grin on his face. "I...I guess so." He replied. "So...we're...lovers? Boyfriends? Engaged?" The last thought made him choke on a laugh. It was simply too early for that. But the look on Edgeworth's face...priceless. "I'm kidding, you idiot."

"I know that!" Edgeworth snapped, releasing the attorney's hand and crossing his arms. He was pouting quite childishly for being a renowned prosecutor... "Joking or not, the mind can perceive things that are not truly there by simply thinking of certain images. It's called 'imagination', Wright. And...you should wear a black suit to court sometimes. It looks nice on you." He thought for a moment, the only sounds heard in the room being city noises from outside, and seemed to come to some kind of decision. "'Lovers' is acceptable. We're..." he swallowed, and it seemed that the next words didn't exactly come easy for him. "We're lovers."

A helpless grin stretched across Phoenix's face, and without a word, he wrapped his arms around Miles' neck in a hug. "I'm glad." He whispered, before pulling away. "So...what do we do now?"

Mulling it over, Edgeworth could only shake his head. "It's not as if I have terribly much knowledge of homosexual relationships, Wright, I've no idea what comes next." His fingers found their way though his hair, and he glanced at the clock that Phoenix kept on the wall. Three fifty-eight a.m. It was so early, but he didn't feel tired. He was wide awake now, and it seemed that the other man was as well, the way his eyes were so wide, and bright, and full of life, and oh shit, Edgeworth was getting lost in those dark orbs. The memory of the other man's mouth over his own made his lips tingle, and he licked them. It had been so wrong...but it felt amazing. And if he could do it again...he would. They were lovers now. They probably would do it again, and the thought made Edgeworth's heart beat even faster.

Under Miles' intense gaze, Phoenix's face flushed and he looked away shyly for a moment. "Well...um...I've seen it in movies...that um...after the confession of undying love is made, the lovers...um...make out?" He chuckled weakly, the flush growing more and more scarlet with each word. "But...I'm sure you don't want to do that, right?"

Miles' immediate reaction was a smirk. "What kind of movies have you been watching, Wright?" If Phoenix's face hadn't already been the color of over-ripe tomatoes, then Miles was sure that it would've grown a darker shade. "It's going to take a bit for me to fully understand this situation. It's still a bit shocking to me, but...it's not so unusual for lovers to kiss...is it?" His words were only mildly subtle, and the underlying meaning was still quite clear. Surely Phoenix would catch on right away.

A bright smile lit up Phoenix's blushing face, and he nodded. "It's not unusual at all. In fact, it's so very common. I see people do it all the time." Well, this was partially true. He'd only recently noticed how many couples there were in the world ever since he realized his interest in Miles Edgeworth. Before that, he couldn't have given a damn. "Do...do you want...to try? Kissing, that is." He asked.

His index finger rubbed nervously against his cheek, and he shifted in his seat, not even knowing he did. Kissing... Kissing Phoenix Wright. True his lips tingled, ached, burned for more of the feeling... It's not as if he didn't want it, no. Quite the opposite, in fact, it's just...he still couldn't get over how incredibly wrong it really was. Did he want it? The fact stood that...yes. Yes he did. And that desire overrode any feelings of disturbance he could have felt, if only just barely, and it still didn't mask them completely. "Well...we are lovers now." His gaze had found the ceiling now, and he frowned. Wright should really keep his office cleaner, there were bugs stuck in the florescent light fixtures... Unprofessional. "And no one else is around... It couldn't hurt anything, since chances are high that we would end up k...kissing again later anyway. Might as well get used to the feelings now...right? P-purely so it will be less awkward later, of course." His own face had turned a lovely shade of pink by this point, and he reprimanded himself. He had too much pride, and he had already lost too much of it by that point... He didn't need to lose anymore. "Of course...if you wanted to...it would be my duty as your lover to oblige..." He admitted. He was rambling now. But could he really help it? The situation was awkward, and he didn't really know how to cope with awkward situations!

Phoenix listened to the man ramble, rolling his eyes as he did. Miles was analyzing this way too much. So, he took a firm grip on that cursed cravat he'd learned to adore and pulled Miles' forward, pressing their lips together again. Edgeworth gave a surprised gasp. "You talk too much." Phoenix mumbled around his lips. "Just go with the flow. Don't think about it. Just act on what you want. Focus on that." Their lips met again, and Phoenix sighed almost blissfully, letting his eyes slide shut as his grip on the cloth in his hands loosened.

Miles was...displeased. Oh, not about the kiss, of course not. But Phoenix pulled back, incredibly surprised when Edgeworth swatted his hand away, pulling back to see one of Edgeworth's 'looks'. "I do not appreciate my cravat being pulled in such a rough manner, Wright. At least wait until I remove it before crawling all over me." And that's just what he did. As Phoenix stared on, aggravation and awe mingling together to form an entirely new emotion that he would have to find a name for later, Miles tugged delicately at the almost lace-looking material, untying the complicated accessory and setting it carefully down on the coffee table. "Alright. You may continue."

Rolling his eyes yet again, Phoenix sat back. "Maybe I liked having the cravat there. Maybe it turned me on." He teased, watching Edgeworth's face darken in displeasure. "...Okay, fine. You win. The cravat stays off." And he pounced on Edgeworth again, pressing his lips needily to the other male's. "Why would you consider me to be all over you?" He asked breathlessly, pulling away again. "I kissed you. I wasn't trying to fuck you senseless."

Miles sputtered, his attempted sentences being mangled into nothing more than an inaudible, garbled mess on his tongue. Eventually, however, the knot his tongue seemed to have developed seemed to loosen, and his words flowed more freely. "It was-! It was just a m-metaphor, Wright, I wasn't speaking in a literal sense, you moron!" Only Phoenix could fluster him that incredibly badly, Miles knew, and maybe the situation wasn't as bad as it seemed... After all, Phoenix was sitting there, giving desirable attention to him and him only, and not dead in a dark, secluded warehouse, a bullet through his jugular. Yes, this situation was much more preferred.

There was a snarky tone to Phoenix's voice this time. "You're blushing, Edgeworth." That knowledge seemed to make the man even more flustered, which made Phoenix smile. "I think it's kinda cute." He mumbled, leaning in again. He could feel Miles' breath, hot on his lips, as they both hesitated. Nick looked up at Miles with half-lidded eyes. "Are you...are you sure you want...someone like me?" He asked.

Edgeworth felt his back hit the arm rest. "W-what..?" Where had that question come from? Phoenix...was he...insecure? Phoenix Wright? No, that couldn't...it couldn't...but...that's sure what it sounded like! It gave Miles a small twinge of satisfaction, though he felt a pang of guilt soon after for feeling that way. Still, the defense attorney was usually so confident, and Miles was sure that this was the first time he had ever seen the man quite like this. "Wright... Phoenix. It's four a.m. I called you out here for the sole purpose of confessing these previously hidden feelings for you. Why on earth would I do that if I wasn't absolutely sure what I wanted?" Smiling, he reached up, curiously toying with sharp black locks. "Besides, you make it sound as if you are inferior to me. I've lost more than my fair share of battles in court, you must remember." He chuckled. "Bastard..."

Phoenix laughed. "So does that mean that the great prosecutor, Miles Edgeworth, is my...as they call it..."uke"?" A huge teasing grin stretched across his fact at that. At the same time, his heart pounded with the way Edgeworth had actually said his name. His real name. Not Wright. Phoenix... He kissed Miles again, slowly this time, cocking his head into the gentle hand that caressed his hair. "Mmm..." he hummed softly, tasting the other on his lips.

Miles had, before he felt Phoenix's lips connect with his own, made a mental note to ask him what "uke" meant, and where he picked up his most "interesting" grammar. It was quickly forgotten, however, as the attorney, not quite good at kissing, but not bad either, began to move his lips, a gentle rotating motion over his own. He was getting lost in the sensations, and his mind had only just accepted the feeling of another pair of lips enough to be able to kiss back relatively successfully. It was only after that, that their skill level picked up. Just like in court, they worked together instead of having just one of them try to control the whole thing, finally able to pick up a rhythm that they both could follow, neither one dominating, neither one submissive. Miles felt light headed...and it was the most pleasant light headed feeling he had ever known.

When Phoenix realized that Miles was kissing back, his heart rate increased dramatically. Slowly, hesitantly, he brought his hand up to entwine themselves in Miles' silky hair, keeping him in place. The prosecutor didn't seem to mind this, however. He seemed all too eager to continue this strange business...this kissing. Phoenix could tell that this was really Edgeworth's first kiss, and that made it all the more special for both of them. "Miles." Before he knew what he was doing, the other man's name had been sensually whispered against smooth lips. "My...Miles.... My...Edgeworth."

Before the prosecutor could get out anything about "not being an object, don't refer to me as one", his thoughts drowned in the feeling of the lips on his own again. 'Hmm. Perhaps...I just need to lighten up. Stop being so critical about everything. No, I'm not an object, but he wasn't speaking literally anyway. I guess I'm just being stubborn.' Did he just release a soft moan!? He was enjoying it more than he thought he was...

The black-haired man froze and pulled away slightly, a goofy grin spreading across his face. Miles was blushing. "Did you...just moan?" He asked. The prosecutor crossed his arms, lips settling into an unconscious pout. "No. I did nothing of the sort." The grin turned devious. "I know you did. There's no point in lying. Besides, I think it was rather hot."

"Sh-shut up, Wright, I'm already embarrassed enough about revealing my feelings to you, there's no need to torment me any further!" His skin blended perfectly with his suit, and really, at the moment, he was more like one large mass of pink with a grey head of hair. He almost wanted to simply leave and go home, crawling under the covers to never reveal himself to the public again. He could always just get Gumshoe to buy his groceries for him anyway... "You don't seem to realize how mortifying it is for me to actually be enjoying this! This goes against everything I've ever been taught, and yet...how have you been able to just turn it all around so easily!?"

Phoenix pondered that for a moment, looking thoughtful as he sat back. He knew well enough to give Miles some breathing space after the first few moments of kissing. "Well...I can't really figure that out myself. It's taken me this long to break past that wall you keep built around yourself." Pitch black eyes met steely ones. "You changed after your father's death. There's no mistaking that. But yet...I can still sense the old Miles in there. The one I used to know. The cocky, proud, stubborn, Miles is there, of course. But yet, there's also the warmhearted Miles that helped me out during the class trial. The one who was my best friend." A warm smile lit up his face again. "I'd like to rekindle the old Miles in you again."

His ability to make eye contact now completely gone, Miles turned his head. "Well...I...” He coughed slightly, his face flushed. “I see..." He was lost, most certainly not used to such sweet, caring, sentimental words. It made his heart beat faster, and his stomach tickle... "W-well, if you think you can..." Eye contact was becoming more difficult, yes...but at the same time, it was becoming harder and harder NOT to stare... because the attorney's robe had come undone. Not completely, but the knot was extremely loose, and Phoenix's boxers were completely visible. 'Damn you, Wright, I'd think you were doing this on purpose, if I didn't know how much of an idiot you were...'

A soft laugh rang out the quiet of the room as Phoenix leaned back a bit more, unconscious of his robe. "I've gotten this far. Why not see if I can go all the way?" He reasoned. Edgeworth's ears turned dark pink at that, and he wondered why.

That last sentence was enough to make his mind flow over with all kinds of forbidden images. He scolded himself quite harshly on the inside, telling himself that 'It's far too early for things like that!' and 'Even if you wanted to, there's only a slim chance that he would as well!' He couldn't very well say any of this out loud, however, and so he simply muttered, quite embarrassed, "Your, ah...robe seems to be...umm..."

“What? Oh!" Phoenix flushed uncomfortably as his fingers tugged on the fuzzy fabric of his bathrobe, covering himself again. "Sorry, Miles. I shouldn't be stripping on our first night alone." A teasing smirk was given. "Of course, you being a proper gentleman and all, that's just simply not your way, is it?"

There was no answer from Miles' side. He wasn't sure what could be said to that, not sure what he was expected to say to that... He had been somewhat sheltered during his life with von Karma, so he was never really introduced to the concept of sex with other men. (Not like most normal people were introduced to that anyway... Except Miss Fey apparently, but...well...could one really call her 'normal'?) "I-it's not your place to tell me what is and is not 'my way'." Oh shit, he did NOT just say that out loud!

"Oh, isn't it?" Phoenix retorted. The comment had stung yes, but he knew that's the way Miles was. "Well then, you tell me what you consider to be 'your way', hmm?" He didn't miss the glare that Miles sent his way.

"That's something I have no obligation to tell you, as the fifth amendment gives me the right to remain silent." He answered relatively quickly, which was doing nothing for him, since the glimmer in Phoenix's eyes said that he knew something Miles probably didn't want him to know... Being sheltered meant that not only did he not have much experience with things like sex, but he also didn't have much room for releasing sexual tension...and that meant that he was quite curious about how it felt. Like hell he'd let Phoenix know that though...

Damn it. Edgeworth was right. But that wasn't going to stop Phoenix. "Well then, fine, Mr. "Let's-Get-All-Technical-Even-When-We're-Not-In-A-Courtroom"! Be that way." He smirked. "I'll just deprive you of this newfound addiction you have for my kisses."

He didn't miss it. That teasing gleam, that predatory glimmer... The other man's eyes shone with so many different things that it made Edgeworth dizzy, and he had to look away again. Phoenix's robe had slipped open again, though not as much as before, and Miles just knew that when he swallowed, the defense attorney had seen it. His throat was getting tight, and he almost hoped that Phoenix wouldn't ask any more questions, because he wasn't sure he trusted his voice. But...he really did already miss those lips on his own, though he supposed he could withstand the absence longer than his lover.

Oh, sweet victory. He knew that Edgeworth was a strong man. He could hold out. But it wouldn't be for long. Phoenix's smirk deepened. Who would come out the winner? Would it be a checkmate, or game over? Heh, this game of theirs was really starting to get interesting...

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Oh yeah! Finally, Chapter 3 is up and we’re currently working on Chapter 4. No smut for you this time, because Edgeworth is such a purist like that. No really, Leto and I just don’t want them to jump into anything straight away. Be patient, my little cupcakes! You shall have your Edgewright goodness soon.

Please review if you favorite please! We like both very much, and if you do, perhaps you’ll get a hint of smut sooner rather than later. :3