Key to My Heart

so this is a collab between my and my girlfriend, we had a silly objection fight on "Objection!", she was Miles....i was Phoenix....it was too epic not to turn into a fanfic so i did.

i have her permission to post this here :P

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Phoenix Wright was starting to get a little mad. Lately Miles had been getting to their dates later than he was supposed to. This, Phoenix could deal with, the man was, after all, very busy. Phoenix, of course, had been in the same boat as well so he could easily forgive the other man; although it was starting to get pretty silly how long the prosecutor was making him wait. An hour and a half was the record before Miles decided to top it by actually NOT shown up.

The restaurant had actually apologized to Phoenix, telling him that they were sorry his date had never showed but they were closing for the night and that they needed him to leave. When he got home he considered calling Miles to see if the man was ok, after all, if he was sick or something Phoenix wanted to do everything to make his love feel better. If he really was sick then Phoenix could make some soup and bring it over and make sure Miles wasn’t making himself sicker, like he usually did. But when he did call, Miles didn’t answer. After slamming his cell phone down on the kitchen counter Phoenix gave one last glare at it, hoping that somehow Miles could feel his seething anger, and huffed off to bed.

The next day Phoenix tried everything he could to avoid his boyfriend while he was at the courthouse with his newest case. Luckily Miles wasn’t his opponent this time, just some stupid newbie prosecutor who was failing miserably, he was even worse than Phoenix when he was starting out, he actually felt a little sorry for the man.

But of course, as all the laws of the universe decree, if you’re avoiding someone, they’re the first person you’ll bump into. And that’s exactly what happened. Phoenix wasn’t really paying attention to where he was going, too caught up in his own thoughts, and before he could register where he was going he had bumped into someone, causing a shower of their papers to fall to the floor.

“Oh I’m sorry!” said Phoenix, not noticing who it was, he bent down to help pick up some papers when he noticed the color of the suit jacket that was covering the other person’s wrist, magenta.

“Oh” the defense attorney said, standing up, “Hello Miles.” His voice dripped with as much venom as he could possibly muster. As he started walking down the hallway once again he noticed Miles following him. Apparently the Prosecutor was heading to his office, which was unfortunately in the same direction that Phoenix was going.

After a moment of oppressive silence Phoenix couldn’t stand it any longer.

“We had a date last night.” he said as they kept walking, not once skipping a beat in their strides, “You never showed.”

“I’m sorry Wright, I was busy working on something.” Miles retorted back just as coolly

“I called your cell, I was worried that maybe you were sick or something.”

“I had it turned off, I didn’t want any distractions.”

“You know Miles, your behavior has been really objectionable lately!” Phoenix ground out while glaring at the man beside him.

“Oh so we’re going to use that old argument again, now are we?” Miles retorted, glaring just as hard.

“Well maybe we are!” the defense attorney shot back.

“Well in that case Wright…” Miles stated “I object to the defense keeping his socks on during sex!”

“Fine then! I object to the prosecution being so picky about the position we do it in! What’s so wrong with doggy style!?”

“Oh!? Well I object to the rug burns I get from the defense banging me into the floor!” Miles hissed angrily and the two got closer to his office.

“Oh come on! I object to the prosecution complaining about said rug burns!” Miles glared at him but Phoenix continued, “Especially since HE was the one that couldn’t wait and wanted to fuck on the floor, and he was also the one asking for me to go harder!”

Miles blushed a color to rival his suit and retorted with “ Well…… I object to the defense who demanded we have sex in my office and thoroughly destroyed my bookcase with his fluids!!”

They were both really starting get louder and a few people were giving them strange looks. Two people in particular, Godot and Franziska, just looked at each other and shrugged; they were used to Wright and Edgeworth’s lovers spats by now.

By now Phoenix was also blushing bright pink. “Well I object to the prosecution sending me dirty emails all day and then winking at me as we passed in the hallway!”

Miles glared, he was pretty sure the other lawyer had greatly enjoyed those dirty emails, how dare he use them in their fight!

“Oh really now!? Well I object to the defense pulling me into the dirty men’s bathroom stalls for a quickie because of said emails!”

Phoenix sputtered. “Well, well…I object to the prosecution objecting to something he obviously enjoyed, if his cries of ‘harder!’ and ‘please more!’ are anything to go by!”

By now Miles whole face was flushed a deep red from anger, embarrassment, and arousal. As he was unlocking his door he retorted, “Fine! Well I object to the use of my cravat as a means of fluid clean up if there is nothing else to use! And the excuse of ‘its white’….is NOT good enough!”

The two hastily entered the pink colored office, their shouting match now muffled by the closed door.

Miles briskly walked over to his desk and slammed his papers down on top of it as Phoenix continued “I object to the prosecution bribing my assistant with money for food to get her out of the way so we can have sex in my office!”

Miles whipped around and glared.

“That was payback!!” he said, “I object to the defense bribing my Pesu with a walk, when in reality you where just locking him out of the house so we could have sex on the couch!”

“I object to the prosecution telling me that he’s going to come over and we’re going to have a fun filled night of watching a Steel Samurai marathon, and instead it ends up with me face down on my couch getting pounded from behind! THAT’S FRAUD!”

The defense attorney really was still sore about that, he had REALLY been looking forward to a fun night of movies and snuggling with Miles, but the horny prosecutor had ruined it!

“I object to the defense meeting me by my car at the end of the day because he has no self control and has to have sex now! Semen stains are next to impossible to get out of real leather you know!”

By now the two were very much invading each other’s personal space, separated by only a few inches, fingers pointing in each other’s brightly flushed faces.

“I object to the prosecution looking so hot in his suit!! No man should look that attractive in magenta and a cravat!! That’s just unnatural! Its practically impossible to resist you!!!”

“I object to the porcupine defense and his spiky hair of doom!!! Seriously, it’s a wonder I don’t die having sex with you!!”

Both men where shouting now; their faces deep red in frustration, their eyes staring daggers into each other.

“I OBJECT TO THE PRISSY STUCK UP PROSECUTION AND HIS PRISSY STUCK UP WAYS!!! SERIOUSLY WHO HAS TO ALWAYS SLEEP ON THE SAME SIDE OF THE BED AND CANT SLEEP UNLESS HE’S ON THAT SIDE!? AND WHO HAS TO HAVE AN ORANGE TOOTH BRUSH OR NO BRUSH AT ALL!? IT BORDERS ON OCD!!!”

“I OBJECT TO THE MESSY DEFENSE AND HIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A LIVING PLACE! YOU CAN BARELY WALK AROUND WITHOUT RUNNING IN TO SOME FORM OF TRASH! HOW CAN YOU LIVE, MUCH LESS, HAVE SEX IN SUCH A PLACE AND I SWEAR LAST TIME I HAD POTATO CHIPS CRAWLING UP MY ASS!!”

“FINE!! INSULT MY APARTMENT!! BECAUSE I OBJECT TO THE PROSECUTION TALKING ABOUT ME RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY FACE IN LANGUAGES I DON’T UNDERSTAND!!! AND I KNOW YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT ME TOO BECAUSE I CAN HEAR YOU SAY ‘WRIGHT’ AND ‘PHOENIX’!!”

Miles opened his mouth, ready to let Phoenix have another mouthful, but just as quickly as he opened it, Miles snapped it back shut. Phoenix looked on with confusion as Miles slowly inched away from him, sat on the edge of his desk and smiled smugly.

“Ich protestiere gegen die Verteidigung, dem ich nicht helfen kann, wenn er ien Volksspitze-Ball ist. Zu denken, das jemand wie Sie ein Schauspieler sein wollte und Sinn der englischen Sprache nicht sogar haben kann.” (1)

As the confused look on Phoenix’s face grew, Miles’ smug smirk grew into a smug grin as he leaned back with his palms resting on his desk. Suddenly though, Miles was shoved off the desk and onto his knees, his jacket pushed down to immobilize his hands and Phoenix’s rock hard cock staring him in the face through the open fly of the defense attorney’s blue suit pants.

“You better open up Miles or I’ll force it.” Phoenix said angrily glaring down at his lover, a fist full of the man’s hair in his hand. Miles gave Phoenix a petulant look but opened his mouth anyway and Phoenix’s cock was immediately thrust in. Miles started to choke so Phoenix drew out so that just the head was left resting between Miles’ soft pink lips, waiting for the man’s breathing to get more even.

Once the defense attorney could hear the steady breath from Miles through his nose he started thrusting again, slow yet still deep at first; he might have been pissed off at the man but he didn’t want to hurt him too badly. Miles looked up at Phoenix through his lashes, glaring hard, sending visual death threats his way. In response Phoenix shoved his other hand in his lover’s hair and thrust harder, not quite caring when the man on his knees choked a little as his dick hit the back of Miles’ throat.

Miles’ eyes were tightly closed and his breathing had sped up, there was a dark pink flush across his cheeks and he was making little mewling sounds as Phoenix thoroughly violated his mouth. Despite the fact that they were still arguing and Miles would try his hardest not to admit defeat to Phoenix, the prosecutor had quite the masochistic streak and was quite enjoying having the rock hard cock shoved roughly down his throat. All too soon though Miles felt Phoenix’s balls pull tighter against his chin and the spiky haired man thrust a very hard three times before pulling out and spraying his release all over Miles’ face, some of it dripping down the prosecutor’s face and onto his cravat.

The two men glared at each other, both catching their breath. Miles caught his first.

“Is that it Wright? Are you too chicken to bend me over and fuck me?” he said, all demanding tones and accusatory looks.

“Oh you wanna be fucked do you Miles? Are you sure about that? I WONT be gentle.” said Phoenix, stroking Miles under his chin. Miles just looked up through his lashes again and slowly brought his tongue out to taste some of Phoenix’s come that had landed near his mouth, knowing that that would put the defense attorney over the edge and make him fuck him.

Miles was pulled up to Phoenix’s level by his cravat and the defense attorney roughly kissed the other man, shoving his tongue into the hot wet mouth that he had just been fucking minutes before. He was quickly getting hard again so he shoved the prosecutor face first over his desk, ripping his jacket off the rest of the way. Phoenix then started unbuttoning Miles’ vest and threw it to the side, not caring where it landed, then un-tucked the man’s shirt. He un did Miles’ belt and moved to shove off the man’s right shoe with his foot and then pulled the prosecutor’s pants and underwear down in one move, pulling them off of the man’s right leg and leaving them to pool around his left.

Phoenix pulled roughly at his lover’s cravat until it unwound then left it lying in a pile on Miles’ back as he straighten up to undo the buttons of his own shirt. Phoenix then slowly bent back down, slowly trailing his cool hands under Miles dress shirt. Phoenix’s hands began tracing gentle patterns along Miles chest, fingers slowly making their way up to the man now hard nipples. Phoenix roughly pinched both of them earning himself a pained moan from the body underneath him.

Miles breathing quickened as Phoenix got up from his body and grabbed the white cravat that he had left lying on the his back with one hand and forced Miles’ hands behind him with the other. The prosecutor shivered in anticipation, as Phoenix tied his hands using the wide white cloth. Suddenly Phoenix left his lover’s body entirely and went to go rummage in a drawer that both knew had a bottle of lube for just such occasions.

“Don’t want to hurt you too much, now do I?” Phoenix said as he walked back towards Miles.

“Just fucking do it, Wright!” Miles angrily retorted. Just because Phoenix had him stripped and tied up didn’t mean he couldn’t still argue.

“Fine, you asked for it.” Phoenix said as he roughly shoved two lubed fingers into his lover and quickly added a third.

“FUCK! OW! Phoenix that fucking hurts!” Miles yelled out as the fingers roughly prepared him, thrusting in and out.

“Should have though of that before you taunted me Miles.” Mumbled Phoenix as he worked his fingers inside his lover.

“You don’t have to be THIS rough!” Miles continued his complaining, which suspiciously sounded like whining. Phoenix sighed and pulled his fingers out. He reached over and picked up his discarded tie from the pile of clothes littering the floor.

“If you’re going to whine like that Miles you’re going to have to make me shut you up.” The prosecutor whipped his head back to look at his lover incredulously.

“What the hell d-!“ Miles was cut off as the red tie was shoved between his lips and then tied securely behind his head. Phoenix leaned in to breathe hot air against the other man’s ear.


“Can you breath?” he asked. Miles shook his head yes. “Are you going to be quiet now?” he asked again. Miles shook his head yes again and his face flushed even darker. “Good.” Phoenix said and stood back up.

Phoenix spread Miles cheeks with one hand and rubbed the head of his erection against Miles’ opening with his other.

“Do you want this Miles?” he asked lightly pressing against the hole, not enough to push in, but just enough to tease Miles. The grey hair shook violently as Miles pleaded with his actions, shaking his head yes and trying to push back and impale himself on the cock teasing his little hole. Phoenix grinned and pushed inside the other man just a little, thrusting shallowly in the tight heat. Miles was whining behind the tie, trying to push back harder against Phoenix.

“Do you want all of me?” Phoenix asked. Miles nodded quickly and erratically, tears beginning to prick at his eyes in frustration. “Are you going to apologize for standing me up when I untie you?”

Miles stopped shaking his head and looked back at his lover. Phoenix stared down at him and they locked eyes. The defense attorney had a serious and hurt look on his face. Well, now Miles truly felt like an asshole, the hurt puppy look was a sure fire way to pull at his heartstrings. Miles frowned as best as he could around the tie and nodded slowly, looking Phoenix right in the eyes. With that, Phoenix shoved all the way inside the man under him, making Miles shut his eyes as muffled moans escaped from under his makeshift gag.

Phoenix set a fast and rough pace, gripping onto Mile’s bound wrists with one hand and his hip with the other. Phoenix changed angles twice in his pounding thrusts before Miles threw his head back and screamed into the tie gag. Keeping his angle Phoenix thrust harder, pounding into Miles and hitting his prostate dead on with each rough thrust forward. Miles was screaming into the makeshift gag and bucking wildly against Phoenix as much as he could, wanting as much of the other man inside him as possible. The fast and rough pace wasn’t very conducive to long lovemaking and both men were already close to the edge.

Phoenix’s thrusts were starting to get erratic and he gripped harder on to Miles’ thigh and he started to shoot his load deep inside his lover. Miles screamed against the now saliva soaked tie shoved in his mouth and came hard, not once having been touched by Phoenix.

Sated, both men slid to the floor and Phoenix pulled out of Miles, gingerly sitting him on the carpet and working on the knot that was keeping his tie in place. Once off Phoenix moved to the cravat, which proved to be more of a challenge since apparently his pulling on it had made it very tight. Eventually the knot was undone and both men sat against the cool wood of the desk to catch their breath.

“Are you ok?” Phoenix was the first to speak. Miles nodded weakly, still catching his breath. After a few more minutes Miles spoke.

“I’m sorry for standing you up.” He said, “I actually did forget. I’ve been working on something, open that drawer.” He said pointing to the top left drawer of his desk. Phoenix opened the drawer then gave Miles a questioning look.

“There’s a green rectangle box in there, take it out and open it.” Phoenix rummaged in the drawer until his hand felt a rectangle box, he pulled it out and it was green so he opened it and tipped its contents on to his palm.

“A key?” he asked looking very confusedly at Miles.

“Yes. You know your apartment really is horrid. I’ve been making room for you in my house, a sorry excuse for being late and standing you up but that’s what I’ve been busy with.” Miles slowly raised his head to look inot Phoenix’s blue eyes. “Move in with me? Its not like you don’t spend the majority of your nights in my bed anyway. And it’s starting to confuse Pesu on the nights when you aren’t there, I think he thinks you’ve already moved in. Animals are pretty perceptive about things like this and yes I realize I’m rambling and you haven’t said anything Wright!” Miles was blushing a dark red and starting to panic, he hadn’t let himself think that maybe Phoenix didn’t want to move in. What if he refused!?

“YES! I’m sorry I didn’t say anything Miles, yes, yes I’ll move in. Please stop panicking!” Phoenix wrapped his hand around the key and wrapped his arms around Miles. “I love you, you know that?” Phoenix mumbled into his lover’s soft grey hair, getting a non committal noise from Miles as the prosecutor snuggled closer and buried his face in the crook of Phoenix’s neck.

A few peaceful minutes passed where the two were just curled up around each other, listening to the other’s heartbeats.

“You know…” Phoenix said, breaking the silence “We do still both have work, I just realized!” he laughed nervously. “Maybe we should put our clothes back on?” Blushing, Miles removed himself from Phoenix’s lap and the two lawyers got up to get dressed again.

Fully clothed again, both men walked for the door and Miles saw Phoenix pocket they key as he unlocked the door and they both exited the office. Before parting and going their separate ways Miles caught the hem of Phoenix’s suit jacket to get his attention.

“I know I said that I object to you meeting me at my car after work, Wright, but…meet me at my car after work.” With that Miles winked and left a grinning Phoenix watching his back retreat down the hallway. Life was going to be very interesting for a certain two lawyers from now on.

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(1)German to English: I object to the defense who I can't help if he's an uneducated spike ball. To think that someone like you wanted to be an actor and can't even make sense of the English language. (dont get mad if its wrong or flawed, neither of us speak german)

thanks for reading! please rate and comment! *hearts* (comments will make the sequel come faster! XD)