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By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Set during or after game 4 of the series, so expect some slight spoilers up to that point (though I have only played game 1 and barely reference anything in 4), PhoenixxEdgeworth yaoi, a bit smutty, also my first Ace Attorney fanfic so it may not be very in character.
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright/Gyakuten Saiban and all it’s characters are property of CAPCOM. I am not affiliated with them, nor make money from this writing.
Rating: R
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Meeting up in front of the restaurant had been Miles’ idea. He had just been in a trial that afternoon, and had felt that it would be a good chance to catch up with his old rival over a meal. So much had happened in the time he had been away in Europe that he had missed out on some vital happenings, and now that he was back, he wanted to know it all. Every single thing that he had missed. Every detail of what the former defence attorney had done without him by his side.
However, he had not expected to meet Wright there to find him still wearing the tracksuit and hat he had become accustomed to, without even having shaved. He knew the man still had his blue suit in his wardrobe – Phoenix would not have thrown it away because it meant so much to him – and had wondered why he hadn’t worn it. In the clothing, Phoenix stood out in the restaurant like a sore thumb; they were getting a lot of strange looks already, and it was making him a bit embarrassed. He tried to ignore it as he ordered them a bottle of wine and flicked through the menu, all too aware of the other man’s gaze on his face.
He had arranged this whole thing when he had noticed how different Wright had looked; his face seemed oddly drawn and thin since the last time he had seen him, and he was sure that it was not merely his imagination playing tricks on him. The fact that Phoenix had taken to wearing baggier clothing did not help either; just made him feel like he was trying to hide it, though it felt quite obvious to him.
“Honestly Wright, I can’t believe how little you feed yourself.” Edgeworth chided, glancing about expectantly for a flash of blue. “Besides, where’s your daughter? I suppose she isn’t eating enough if you aren’t.”
“Trucy? Oh, she’s helping Apollo out on another case.”
“Pheh. That kid needs it, really.” Miles muttered under his breath, looking away from Phoenix. Hearing it all the same, Phoenix just smiled, laying his hand over the prosecutor’s own, clear as day on the table. As Miles went red and tried to tug his hand away, Phoenix just moved closer, smiling sexily through his stubble.
“Besides…I thought you wanted it to just be us.” Edgeworth’s eyes widened at this as he allowed their gaze to meet, feeling awkward now that it had been said out loud. “Since it’s a date.” Tugging his hand away almost venomously, all Miles could do in return was glare, not wanting to make a scene. If possible, he wanted to be able to return to this place without people pointing and accusing him of having a – gay – lovers’ spat in public.
Phoenix just seemed amused by his reaction and allowed him to be ‘normal’ for the rest of their meal, making small talk and being well behaved. Despite this, Miles felt awkward about the bright blue hat on the other man’s head, feeling the urge to ask him to take it off whilst they were eating, but thought better of it. For all he knew, the former attorney hadn’t had a shower that day, hence the stubble still left on his face. And eating in this place with greasy hair would probably be more embarrassing than the hat.
A few times during their talk, Miles could have sworn he felt something brush against his feet, but chose to ignore it, getting engrossed in the conversation. When Phoenix went to the toilet for a moment, he had casually peeked under the table to find nothing there, so had written it off as just his imagination. However, when they had paid the bill and stood up to leave, a touch to his arm made him flush beetroot and walk hurriedly toward the door, offering Wright a lift home in his car.
“Can’t we go to your house?” Phoenix had asked quietly, once they had buckled in, and he had nodded, going a little pinker as he drove off.
The moment that he had closed his front door, Wright’s hands had been all over him, the stubbled cheek brushing his as Phoenix sought his lips. Before he knew it, they had ended up in his room on his bed and he had allowed himself to get caught up in the moment. After a few rounds, their bodies had calmed and he leaned against his pillow, studying the other man’s body as Phoenix sat up. He could have sworn that his ribs seemed to be more noticeable than he remembered them being and reached a hand up to trace over one before spotting the look of surprise on Phoenix’ face.
Huffing, he turned to face away, looking at the clock on his bedside table, pretending not to notice when the ex-attorney snuggled back into the covers, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind and looking over his shoulder. For a few minutes he just let the hug carry on, not saying a thing to deter the other man as he had missed his warmth. The stubble rested on his shoulder again and he sighed, turning to look at him disapprovingly, indicating the clock with a hand.
“Shouldn’t you go home? Your daughter will be wondering where you are.” As Phoenix just smiled a little more softly, he felt the arms hug him a little closer.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to just yet.” Shaking his head, Miles didn’t mention it again, unsurprised when Wright tried to kiss him, his hands moving down lower. Rolling his eyes, he kissed him back and turned to face him, not minding the man’s appetite as much as he used to.
Hours later – they had forgotten the time during another romp – Edgeworth was driving Phoenix back home, trying to keep the red out of his cheeks. It had taken them a while to recall Trucy being left alone waiting for her papa, and he now felt guilty. Wright now had a daughter, which meant they couldn’t just forget things anymore. It just wasn’t fair. In the passenger seat, Phoenix was surprisingly silent, only speaking when the car finally stopped outside his home. Neither of them spoke as the seconds ticked by, Miles not even sparing Phoenix a glance as he waited for him to get out.
“Miles…” Startled by the sudden calling of his name Edgeworth turned, going even redder as the other man pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back, a grin on his face. In the silence, Phoenix took the moment to get out of the car, waving at him as he made his way back to his house. “Good night.”
“G-Good night Wright.” Gathering his composure, the prosecutor drove back home, trying to will the blush away so he could get some good sleep that evening. He had another trial the next day, after all.
By The Chichi Slaughter House
Warnings: Set during or after game 4 of the series, so expect some slight spoilers up to that point (though I have only played game 1 and barely reference anything in 4), PhoenixxEdgeworth yaoi, a bit smutty, also my first Ace Attorney fanfic so it may not be very in character.
Disclaimer: Phoenix Wright/Gyakuten Saiban and all it’s characters are property of CAPCOM. I am not affiliated with them, nor make money from this writing.
Rating: R
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Meeting up in front of the restaurant had been Miles’ idea. He had just been in a trial that afternoon, and had felt that it would be a good chance to catch up with his old rival over a meal. So much had happened in the time he had been away in Europe that he had missed out on some vital happenings, and now that he was back, he wanted to know it all. Every single thing that he had missed. Every detail of what the former defence attorney had done without him by his side.
However, he had not expected to meet Wright there to find him still wearing the tracksuit and hat he had become accustomed to, without even having shaved. He knew the man still had his blue suit in his wardrobe – Phoenix would not have thrown it away because it meant so much to him – and had wondered why he hadn’t worn it. In the clothing, Phoenix stood out in the restaurant like a sore thumb; they were getting a lot of strange looks already, and it was making him a bit embarrassed. He tried to ignore it as he ordered them a bottle of wine and flicked through the menu, all too aware of the other man’s gaze on his face.
He had arranged this whole thing when he had noticed how different Wright had looked; his face seemed oddly drawn and thin since the last time he had seen him, and he was sure that it was not merely his imagination playing tricks on him. The fact that Phoenix had taken to wearing baggier clothing did not help either; just made him feel like he was trying to hide it, though it felt quite obvious to him.
“Honestly Wright, I can’t believe how little you feed yourself.” Edgeworth chided, glancing about expectantly for a flash of blue. “Besides, where’s your daughter? I suppose she isn’t eating enough if you aren’t.”
“Trucy? Oh, she’s helping Apollo out on another case.”
“Pheh. That kid needs it, really.” Miles muttered under his breath, looking away from Phoenix. Hearing it all the same, Phoenix just smiled, laying his hand over the prosecutor’s own, clear as day on the table. As Miles went red and tried to tug his hand away, Phoenix just moved closer, smiling sexily through his stubble.
“Besides…I thought you wanted it to just be us.” Edgeworth’s eyes widened at this as he allowed their gaze to meet, feeling awkward now that it had been said out loud. “Since it’s a date.” Tugging his hand away almost venomously, all Miles could do in return was glare, not wanting to make a scene. If possible, he wanted to be able to return to this place without people pointing and accusing him of having a – gay – lovers’ spat in public.
Phoenix just seemed amused by his reaction and allowed him to be ‘normal’ for the rest of their meal, making small talk and being well behaved. Despite this, Miles felt awkward about the bright blue hat on the other man’s head, feeling the urge to ask him to take it off whilst they were eating, but thought better of it. For all he knew, the former attorney hadn’t had a shower that day, hence the stubble still left on his face. And eating in this place with greasy hair would probably be more embarrassing than the hat.
A few times during their talk, Miles could have sworn he felt something brush against his feet, but chose to ignore it, getting engrossed in the conversation. When Phoenix went to the toilet for a moment, he had casually peeked under the table to find nothing there, so had written it off as just his imagination. However, when they had paid the bill and stood up to leave, a touch to his arm made him flush beetroot and walk hurriedly toward the door, offering Wright a lift home in his car.
“Can’t we go to your house?” Phoenix had asked quietly, once they had buckled in, and he had nodded, going a little pinker as he drove off.
The moment that he had closed his front door, Wright’s hands had been all over him, the stubbled cheek brushing his as Phoenix sought his lips. Before he knew it, they had ended up in his room on his bed and he had allowed himself to get caught up in the moment. After a few rounds, their bodies had calmed and he leaned against his pillow, studying the other man’s body as Phoenix sat up. He could have sworn that his ribs seemed to be more noticeable than he remembered them being and reached a hand up to trace over one before spotting the look of surprise on Phoenix’ face.
Huffing, he turned to face away, looking at the clock on his bedside table, pretending not to notice when the ex-attorney snuggled back into the covers, wrapping his arms around his chest from behind and looking over his shoulder. For a few minutes he just let the hug carry on, not saying a thing to deter the other man as he had missed his warmth. The stubble rested on his shoulder again and he sighed, turning to look at him disapprovingly, indicating the clock with a hand.
“Shouldn’t you go home? Your daughter will be wondering where you are.” As Phoenix just smiled a little more softly, he felt the arms hug him a little closer.
“Yeah, but I don’t want to just yet.” Shaking his head, Miles didn’t mention it again, unsurprised when Wright tried to kiss him, his hands moving down lower. Rolling his eyes, he kissed him back and turned to face him, not minding the man’s appetite as much as he used to.
Hours later – they had forgotten the time during another romp – Edgeworth was driving Phoenix back home, trying to keep the red out of his cheeks. It had taken them a while to recall Trucy being left alone waiting for her papa, and he now felt guilty. Wright now had a daughter, which meant they couldn’t just forget things anymore. It just wasn’t fair. In the passenger seat, Phoenix was surprisingly silent, only speaking when the car finally stopped outside his home. Neither of them spoke as the seconds ticked by, Miles not even sparing Phoenix a glance as he waited for him to get out.
“Miles…” Startled by the sudden calling of his name Edgeworth turned, going even redder as the other man pressed a kiss to his lips before pulling back, a grin on his face. In the silence, Phoenix took the moment to get out of the car, waving at him as he made his way back to his house. “Good night.”
“G-Good night Wright.” Gathering his composure, the prosecutor drove back home, trying to will the blush away so he could get some good sleep that evening. He had another trial the next day, after all.