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He didn’t recall exactly when he had lost it.

Perhaps it was when he had watched Phoenix take off his blue-gray blazer, and he could trace every muscular detail of his body from underneath the white cotton undershirt that clung to his skin so.

Perhaps it was after Phoenix had ordered his meal, and while waiting, he munched on an appetizer of grapes that lay in a basket with honeyed barley bread; even while he fended off the greedy, wild hands of his female colleague (Edgeworth couldn’t recall her name at the moment) his chews were slow and succulent, and Edgeworth watched him pearl the fruit into his mouth lip-to-teeth with cautious, silent longing across the table.

Or, perhaps it was when the order of wine was made. ‘Yes,’ Edgeworth remembered as he hastened down the hallway from the dining area, ‘that was it.’

Miles had ordered a bottle of wine to end the evening dinner--Maya had to escort herself from the table, as she wasn’t one to drink (or was not yet able to, Phoenix had mentioned)--and to top off the celebration of another court case well-won on Phoenix’s end. Phoenix accepted the drink graciously, though he had mentioned he had never had a “good wine” before, and Edgeworth had to cunningly assure him that he would order nothing less than “exquisite”.

When the waiter had brought the drink around, the tawny man had placed the bottle between the two and, while displaying the label and introducing the beverage to the two men, Edgeworth had caught a glimpse of a stare from underneath Phoenix’s eyebrows that caught him off guard.

That is when he felt the first butterfly flutter in his gut. He had to try and shrug it off--try to shove that wanton gaze his friend gave him, which was likely unintentional--into the pit of his memory. At least for that moment, anyway.

Eventually the ceremonious moment arrived, and the waiter corked the bottle of wine and began pouring a glass for the two lawyers. Edgeworth had held his cup in a steady, pinching grip between his fingers while Phoenix presented his glass with a broad and primitive first; like a bear would, if trained to dine civilly.

When their cups were filled and the waiter was gone, the two held their glasses for a moment in silence and, as Edgeworth drew the brim of his glass to his lip, Phoenix held his cup in the same ham-fisted clench and outstretched half a forearms length across the table to Miles. The prosecutor had raised a questioning brow.

“… A toast?” Phoenix had suggested, an obvious tone of uncertainty squelched his voice.

Edgeworth remembered the flickering glow of candlelight in Phoenixes gentle azure eyes as he hastily turned down the hotel hallway: he remembered the look so well because it reminded him of the many fantasies he had had of him bathing in candle light, his whole body aflame with seduction and shimmering gold sweat under the boughs of raw passion.

The small flutter of butterflies had taken Miles’ belly again, and a sweet pinch barely graced his loins. He had to cross his legs under the table and drape an arm across his lap as he responded to Phoenix by dipping his cup toward him.

“O-f course,” he had said while trying to avert his eyes from the lawyers’, only to find his eyes tracing a path down Phoenixes neck, etching a contour from his collarbone down to his chest, where he lovingly set his gaze upon his white heaving breast, and where one nipple was barely beginning to press out. A shuddered gulping sound left Edgeworth’s’ mouth before he tried to speak again, “To--”

“--Miles Edgeworth, for making this wonderful night happen.” Phoenix had interrupted with a smile overtaking his young cheeks. Miles, of course, had been taken aback, and he tried to treat the toast with humility but found it difficult as his fantasies were beginning to swarm his mind with their hot stings. He had simply clanked his glass against Phoenixes, grinning at him just barely though it was all in his power but to leap across the table and take his friends lips against his own. It was all he could think about, then, and Edgeworth was almost envious of Phoenix’s cup as it dipped the fat of his lip and he took the wine slowly into his mouth.

His stomach was suddenly a whole flurry of butterflies then, and Edgeworth’s breath left his nostrils hot and shallow. It was at that point it was difficult for him to concentrate entirely, for fantasy was beginning to mix with reality--as it always seemed to when he was around Phoenix--and suddenly Miles realized he was not longer “decent”.

He had taken a sip of his wine, placed it down with a swift and gentle hand, then leaned a bit over the table as though to steady himself from falling out of his chair. Phoenix had seen this and presumed to ask Miles what was the matter. His friend had settled his drink down on the table as well and, surely out of kindness and concern, extended a hand to touch the one closest to him, the hand Miles had raking across his cheek in a feverish manner.

That was not the thing that had made Edgeworth leap up from the table and excuse himself in a hurry. As he fumbled in his trouser pockets for the key-card to his room, he replayed over in his mind, the thing that had his mouth full of saliva, his brows pinched in a warm knot on his forehead, his legs aching and thighs tingling and his cock, hard.

It was a little thing, a simple thing, but it made Miles’ body purr and melt all the same. Phoenix’s fingers, first upon his own, then they grazed along his jaw. But that is not where Wright’s touch ended, for his hand and gentle tickling fingers seemed to slip--surely by accident, under Phoenix’s clumsy weight--and they glided down the nape of his neck and down his chest, and brought the buttoned pucker of Edgeworth’s’ shirt down the middle of his sternum before his hand rested on the table.

And that is what did it, that is what brought Miles to his heels with hot cheeks and a swelled breast; he drew back in his seat and left Phoenix at the table with a hushed “Excuse me…!” before turning heel and racing through the dining floor and down the hotel hallway, to his room.

Edgeworth tried not to think of the awkward position he left his friend in back at the restaurant , but at the moment he could say with honesty he did not care. After finally finding his key-card and getting his room door open, he quickly flew inside and let the door clack behind him as he hurriedly kicked his shoes off and fell into the king-sized bed before him.

Turning so that he was laying on his back, Edgeworth started to loosen his belt buckle, which was beginning to feel more like some horrible bondage the longer it held his cock tight in his pants; but then a sudden flash of a fantasy swept over his mind, so he closed his eyes and allowed himself to be lost within it.

This time, he could imagine Phoenix laying in bed with him, perhaps after having joined him from dinner after their wine. He could imagine the wine still fresh on Phoenix’s lips as he kissed them, as Phoenix kissed him.

Edgeworth, with his eyes still pinched closed, brought a hand to his face and dipped two fingers down upon his lips. He kissed them, pretending it was Phoenix. There was one peck that then transformed into another kiss, one that was harder and truly passionate; he even gave his middle finger a gentle nip and let his teeth slide off the slippery skin he left behind. Then there was a final one, one that Edgeworth licked the whole length of his fingers with as he imagined Phoenix’s dry, bitter tongue dancing with his own.

As he did this he brought his free hand up to his chest to claw restlessly at the skin that bore through the V-line that the collar of his shirt created. He felt goose-bumps rise on his chest and give a gentle quiver.

The sensation of Phoenix’s accidental touch descended upon Edgeworth’s’ body once again, and intruded his fantasy with hot urgency. First without the assistance of his hand, he could almost feel Phoenix’s slender fingers trace from just beyond his ear where his skin was most sensitive, tickle along his cheek, graze the trembling flesh of his neck before sinking wonderfully into the dip of his chest. He let out a whimper from a coy smile that curled along his cheeks while an airy moan calling Phoenix’s name escaped him.

“Ah, Phoenix…” He could hear himself say,

Edgeworth’s eyes half-opened into glossy slots that yearned into the white ceiling. His vision formed an invisible figure of Phoenix before him, atop him, and Miles licked his hot lips.

“Please, touch me…” he begged for Phoenix’s fingers to be upon him, as he presented his chest by an arch with his back, “Touch me everywhere…!”

His clothes were beginning to cling to his body, which dampened and tingled hotly with sweat. Closing his eyes again, Edgeworth began to unbutton his shirt, imagining it was his lover doing it for him and staring with eager eyes down the length of bare skin that bore through where his fingers pulled clothing away. When he was done, Miles did not remove the shirt entirely, but rather pulled the tails he had tucked into his trousers and parted it until the opposite collars rested upon his shoulders.

Feeling more exposed, more vulnerable, another hot twinge traveled up his thighs, and a sweet tide ebbed from his belly, into his loins. His fantasy was beginning to feel more real by the moment, and with a deep swallow, Edgeworth continued to indulge in it.

He could feel Phoenix’s hands begin to draw sweet circles in the slight divots his muscles created all around his pecks and ribs. Edgeworth could only shudder in response, and tremble whenever his lover playfully rounded the nub of his nipple until it was hard between his thumb and forefinger.

His hands caressed his torso gingerly, raking up and down between his breast and navel , sometimes stopping to massage just underneath the nipple with a firmer press so that they slightly swiveled with the skin. Edgeworth’s cock was now a prisoner begging for escape from its chambers, and the once pleasurable swell began to ache from underneath the hard fabric of his pants.

Beginning to slide his hands down his body, Edgeworth tortured himself just for a bit longer as his imagination took form again.

“Why, aren’t we eager?” he thought Phoenix teased with a cat-like grin stretched across his face. “Look at how hard you are, down here…”

Edgeworth then saw from above his own heaving chest, Phoenix reaching for his crotch which seemed to quiver with his own body. He saw his lovers hand just hover above the wanting mound, but then imagined Phoenix dart a serpents tongue across his lips, and settled the palm on the inner thigh and caress with tickling fingers there, teasing him more.

Miles’s eyes parted slightly once more, and he was looking down with his chin dipped just in the small of his own neck, watching as his own hand--it was Phoenix’s--scraped at the tender area just next to his cock. His pelvis thrust involuntarily, in a small, awkward pace, and his fingers spread into a spider and slowly drew to his swollen dick.

“You’re so hard!” he imagined Phoenix teased him some more, his hands were now massaging his mound though his pants. “I bet you love this, being touched like this…”

Edgeworth could only release a breathy whimper to respond as he watched with pleading eyes, Phoenix playing with his cock, making it bounce and ache and tight underneath his pants. He could almost feel Phoenix’s eyes upon his own, hot and harassing, watching Edgeworth’s face get red under the strain.

“W-Wright--!” Edgeworth swallowed as he cried out, watching himself--imagining Phoenix--playing with his cock until he couldn’t take it anymore. His hips continued to make little thrusts while his free hand--or now free hand, as it drew away from twiddling the nub of his nipple between scissoring fingers--started to fiddle with the fly of his pants, where his dick pined to be released from.

He could see Phoenix laugh and give another delicious lick to his wet, moist lips, and he watched while his lover slowly began un-doing his pants. He imagined Phoenix’s eyes were practically pulling down the zipper itself, and staring with wicked awe at the wonderful bulge of red that blossomed out from underneath his pants.

“Oh--I see you’re already a little wet,” he thought he heard Phoenix comment in a low tone that reeked of deviancy.

In truth, Edgeworth had already begun to leak a little pre-cum, and crimson of his underwear where the head of his cock still quivered had a small blot of black with a sheen of milky white just barely glazing over it. He stared at it, his cheeks prickling with hotness and embarrassment, all the while he still imagined Phoenix watched him as he worked one palm over the bulge.

He saw Phoenix’s pointer-finger dip where the stain was made, making a quick gesture with the appendage so that it twitched back and forth a little. Edgeworth made a sound like a yelp and his legs crumbled apart completely, bent apart like two wide bows. He hadn’t realized his whole pelvis thrust up until he felt his bottom rest upon the mattress again, then he imagined Phoenix teased the spot again.

“You like it when I do that?” Edgeworth mused through Phoenix’s devilish lips. “You like it, when I play with your cock like that?”

“Y~yes..!” Miles’ stare between slotted eyes was beginning to gloss over as his whole body started to ache with longing. He watched himself play with his clothed-cock, his fingernail just digging into the damp slot on the tip of his tingling head, while the thumb on the same hand was beginning to pry at the waistband of his underwear. Swallowing, Edgeworth parted his mouth a small way and his lips sheen with saliva as he began to pant like a dog.

He watched Phoenix still play with his cock as his other hand (Miles’ thumb) began to bring the waist of his underwear down upon his pubes. A small tuft of coarse, black hair frizzed from underneath, and he could imagine Phoenix’s cocky gaze turn into one of lust for a moment, then back.

It was a hard thing to describe, being turned on by watching himself play with himself. But in Edgeworth’s eyes, it was not his hands and fingers that pulled his underwear down, not his own that groped his cock as he brought the piece of clothing down and let it hammock his balls while he played with his genitals still; Phoenix was above him, his hand between his legs, doing all this to him, and it was all Miles could do but to stare and enjoy.

He watched Phoenix bend the length of his hardened dick back until it almost touched the area just underneath his navel. His palm was at the head of his cock and his fingers were spread in a wonderful blanket around the sides of the shaft just barely touching the thin, sensitive skin around his groin. Edgeworth only shuddered and released small, trembling noises… Then he felt Phoenix’s hand take a powerful dive and four of his fingers fell between the crack of his anus, then retreat slowly upward again to cup his scrotum.

Miles cried out, his bowed legs suddenly springing upward at the initial touch, then started to settle in a bent and buckling way. His heels dug into the foot of his bed to try to steady his wobbling knees.

“Ah--! You like it when I do that, don’t you?” Phoenix’s tone was almost demanding; Miles couldn’t respond with anything more than a look through parted, ashamed eyes. He felt his own neck squirm into the pillow below him as he almost felt Phoenix’s face draw down nearer to his own, a smile taking his lips again, then he felt Phoenix’s hand make a slow, agonizing massage at the base of his dick.

“Ah--n!” Was the pained response Miles gave while his lovers hands worked a sloth’s pace on him. His pelvis begged for him to go faster--for more--for release, and it began to thrust almost involuntarily into Phoenix’s hand. He parted his lips to speak something, but before he could he imagined he felt Phoenix take them in a kiss and his hand started stroking his dick.

Edgeworths’ eyes were pinched shut now, and his body was slightly contorted a ways so that the small of his back arched away from the bed. Both of his hands were shoved deep between his legs--one played with his scrotum while the other pumped his cock slow and steadily--his hips rocked back and forth slightly as he imagined Phoenix grinding him there, playing with him.

He could almost feel Phoenix’s hardened cock rub against his own, as he was suddenly half-naked as he was, and Edgeworth imagined he could feel Phoenix’s hot breath in the crook of his neck, kissing and sucking on the skin there.

His hands picked up a feverish pace. The fingers he had massaging his balls would occasionally slip between his hot cheeks, and whenever they did it sent a shudder up his whole body until a moan came like a slithering serpent from his mouth.

He imagined Phoenix said something but he couldn’t quite make it out, but the breath left on his collarbone indicated it was probably something utterly erotic. Miles didn’t care what it was, though his body must’ve known as his legs parted again some ways, and his bottom banked upwards some, inviting Phoenix to enter there.

Miles’ whole body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he noticed, when he opened his eyes to look again at the sight between his legs. His belly was twitching and his cock was red between his steady pumping hand--Phoenix’s hand--the slotted tip of his head was oozing again and dripping onto his pubus and thumb; he was ready for full release, he knew, but he didn’t want to let go just yet. His fantasy still burned red-hot beyond his knotted brow that beaded with sweat and had a mess of his gray hairs matted upon it.

As let out a shallow pant and after a deep swallow, Miles looked upon Phoenix’s eyes which he imagined were piercing deep into his own.

“Please… Fuck me…!” Edgeworth begged with a lick of his lips. “I need you--inside me--!”

His fantasy was a flurry of things then--he saw Phoenix--he saw his legs--he saw his pants being pulled down among his knees--and then--

Inside the diamond his legs created, he saw Phoenix begin to trace his hands down along the groove of his thigh and wander into the sensitive area just around his anus. It was all in Edgeworths power to do but to bite his lip to keep himself from shouting--begging--for Phoenix to enter him, to fuck him like he wanted him to fuck him.

His whole body quaked as it begged for him, his legs buckling under the weight and anticipation. Phoenix’s fingers were an agonizing, pleasurable tease around his hole--and the tease itself was almost enough to send Miles over the edge--until finally Edgeworth shouted the only sane thing he could think to shout;

“Wright!!”

Then there was a plunge of one finger; Edgeworth gasped.

His eyes darted underneath flickering lids as he slid another finger deep into his ass. The bitten lip was released and Edgeworth’s breath were soft murmurs to Phoenix, calling out his name. He was completely lost in his fantasy now, and his body was a hot force underneath the imagined presence of Phoenix. The fingers in his anus scissored as they drove themselves in deeper, while his other was at his dick making slow, kneading motions. His belly tensed and relaxed with his heaving chest as his whole body became a hot symphony under his own hands.

Between he and his fantasy, between he and Phoenix, they exchanged warm breath into each others ears. Miles could almost feel Phoenix’s lips brush against his ear as he spoke his name to him while his hands stroked his cock, and caressed his insides.

“Miles…” his voice was small, meek.

“Phoenix--” his own, a heavy breath.

“Miles…!” his voice grew.

“Phoenix--!” his own partially hushed by a sudden wave of pleasure that cascaded from inside.

“Miles…?” A voice beyond the half-closed door asked, pushing its way into Miles’s room when he didn’t receive a response.

“Phoenix…” Edgeworth was still lost in himself, and didn’t seem to notice the initial movement of his door being pushed open by his friend, whom he had no idea was in the process of pressing his way into his room until he heard his name being spoken again with utmost clarity.

“Miles?” Phoenix had asked again, putting his hand between the doorway and pushing it open slowly when he saw one half of his friend laying down on the bed. “Miles, are you al--” he paused suddenly as the full of Miles was before him and went wide-eyed and red faced at the sight.

Edgeworth’s reaction--though belayed--was just the same, if not worse. Just as he was beginning to feel himself ebb off the shores into climax, his parted eyes had caught a blurry figure of Phoenix at his door and the sudden horror of reality quickly pierced through his body. His eyes had split open from the intense pinch they were in and, having only caught a moments glance to his friends face, Miles ushered a startled cry and sprang up from the bed. His shirt fell to his elbows and his pants to his ankles as he struggled to make himself decent, though he instead made an awkward spectacle than preserve his dignity.

Phoenix had opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came from his quivering maw. He made a move to exit the room but found that his eyes were locked on the sight before him, and that his limbs had suddenly been replaced with robotic parts and, his leave was all too jarred and awkward as well. It was at that point that he was beginning to hear what his ears had shut out for whatever reason, the embarrassed yelling of his friend for him to get out; with his lashes fluttering and an odd sound dropping from his mouth, Phoenix backed out from the doorway and shut himself out in the hall.

Miles, all after having seen Phoenix finally leave, flung himself at the door to shut it and lock it--he pressed his back to it to make sure Phoenix wouldn’t make an effort to come back in, or no one else, for that matter. He could feel his whole body beat heavily against the wood of the door and the cold surface prickled the cool sweat forming all over him. His whole body was trembling and twitching and prickling as though he had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. He brought a palm to his hot-and-cold sweating brow.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck--” An endless round of cursing had taken over Miles’s mind. A sickly pit formed in his stomach and a painful choke wrapped itself in his throat. He had never been so mortified--humiliated--in his life.

His legs buckled weightlessly underneath him, and without resistance Miles crumbled to the carpet, sliding down the length of the door. He was making small whining sounds like an injured creature (although he wasn’t aware he was) when he buried his face within his knees and arms and tried to hold back the urge he had to throw up and cry and yell all at once.

Edgeworth’s thoughts were a storm of things, though they all swirled around the true eye of the matter, the face of his own humiliation that he knew--he KNEW--he couldn’t face Phoenix after this. He just couldn’t. It was as though the earth beneath him had split and he had fallen into it without so much as even a fighting chance; his friendship with Phoenix would be over, it would be over…

His body trembled violently again; Edgeworth swallowed back something, although he didn’t know if it was bile or tears. He sat against his door, for a while, until his limbs started to go numb.

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Meanwhile, only two rooms down the hall from Edgeworth’s, Phoenix was making his way. His feet were clumsy and quick, and when reaching his room he practically fell into the doorway. AS he did, there was a commotion inside--someone protesting--and then suddenly Maya came flying from the room, into the hallway.

She seemed bewildered for a moment, but, just as she turned to make her way back in the door had slammed shut in her face and was locked.


I don’t know how to end this story so this is the end, right here. RIGHT NOW.

THE END