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Breathing Is A Necessity	By : BringtheHawt Category: +M through R > Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Views: 8424 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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April 2nd, 10:45 PM
Richard Gumshoe's Apartment
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There was an odd smell. Fresh paint?
Phoenix knocked softly, waited.
No response.
"Edgeworth, it's me. Gumshoe said you'd be here."
A minute later, the door opened.
Casual Edgeworth was an odd sight. Exhaustion had embedded itself in those silver eyes. That hair was a little wild. He wore a slightly faded blue dress-shirt and khaki pants with a few white paint stains on it. It certainly wasn't Standard Edgeworth.
"Why are you here?" The prosecutor asked impatiently.
Phoenix ignored the question and peeked past Edgeworth to the half-painted living room which was devoid of any furniture minus a single wooden chair in the center of the room .
"Does Gumshoe know you threw out all his furniture?"
"No," allowing Phoenix to avoid his question.
"Think he'll miss any of it?"
"Depends on his level of affection for beer stains and the faint smell of mildew," before stepping back into the apartment. Phoenix took the cue and followed him in.
"So, redecorating, huh? Is this place going to be filled with brand new magenta furniture by the time you're done with it?"
"I'm sticking with neutrals," as he grabbed the paint-roller and resumed his work in Gumshoe's living room. It had been truly difficult to ignore the faintly yellow stains all over the walls when he temporarily moved in here.
"Isn't this all a little ... over-the-top?"
"Mm. Let me think it over," tone not particularly nice, "He suffered two gunshot wounds and three broken bones on my account. He's endured three surgeries, two blood transfusions and will likely require weeks of physical therapy and months of pain medications. A set of living room furniture and a new bed doesn't even begin to pay back my debt to him."
"A new bed too ...?"
"Yes. His old one was remarkably uncomfortable," Edgeworth announced cryptically.
Phoenix sighed, figuring the implication that Miles had slept in Gumshoe's bed was merely an attempt to provoke him. Perhaps Edgeworth had detected his small amount of jealousy over the whole situation ...
"I'm sure he'll like it," He responded quietly. Phoenix briefly wondered if Edgeworth would have redone his apartment had Gant had managed to smash his forehead into the prosecutor's desk hard enough to cause internal hemorrhaging.
Beyond the sounds of Edgeworth painting, they both were silent for a minute.
"Do you ... still care about me?" Phoenix asked simply. He bit his lip after putting the question out there, figuring a verbal-slap was on it's way.
Miles' motions paused. It was a pretty blunt question. A risky one for Phoenix to make, considering Edgeworth's poor mood.
"I know, a lot has happened to you, and you're hurting, and that I ... said terrible things, to you, but ... I think it's a fair question." Phoenix added, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
"It's a constant," as Edgeworth resumed painting.
"A what?"
"A constant. For the past four years. Ever since we first became involved with each other. I've cared about you, that has never changed," as he dipped the roller to reapply fresh paint.
"Even when you dumped me?"
"Yes, Phoenix, even then."
"Even after ... "
" ... Yes."
"Do you want ... to get involved, again?" Wright inquired quietly.
Edgeworth frowned at this. It seemed like such an irresponsible question to ask at this time: a question that was only going to upset them both. Of course a simpleton such as Wright was going to focus on their romance over recovery ...
"Don't complicate things, right now," the prosecutor muttered.
Phoenix watched Edgeworth paint with a miserable silence ... thinking he could feel the gap between them widening. Not once had Miles even turned to look at him since opening the door.
"Do you ... still think about him?" Wright finally asked. There was no need to define which 'him' Phoenix was referring to. He assumed Edgeworth would be eternally sensitive to this subject, but the questions chewed on his heart and mind. Still, the truth may have sharper teeth, so asking the question was certainly a gamble.
"Every hour of every day." Miles responded sourly. The motions of the paint-roller seemed to be moving faster as the prosecutor's apprehension deepened.
"There's no ... Stockholm Syndrome, or anything, right?"
"I feel many emotions toward him, Phoenix," the prosecutor growled, "but for you to even imply that I love him just proves what a fool you are."
"... Sorry, I'm working off minimal details. But I ... want to understand," a brief pause, "I want to know what happened."
"Do you?" The prosecutor asked cynically, before casting a scornful glance at the defense attorney.
"Yes," with a passionate certainty.
"There's no understanding it," Edgeworth grumbled as he set the paint-roller down, "The whole situation was insanity. I recall the events over and over, scrutinizing every detail. It was irrational, depraved, consuming. It was carnal, at times thrilling. It was repulsive and ... " Miles had to force himself to stop. He folded his arms loosely about his chest, one hand gripping at his own shirt sleeve as dark emotions touched that pale face.
The very obvious self-inflicted tension almost forced Phoenix to apologize for asking. He struggled against the powerful urge to grab the conflicted prosecutor and nurse him through the discomfort.
"So," angrily, "Did you want a synopsis, Phoenix? It started innocently enough. As innocently as can be expected of two sexual deviants, anyway. It began with a pathetic blackmail attempt for sex that I, at no point, felt genuinely threatened by. Curiosity and lust got the better of me, I insisted he show me his body. Ludicrous, I know. Downright stupid."
Phoenix looked downward, trying to avoid Edgeworth's harsh gaze as he imagined the scenario.
"His body was ... perfect," he admitted, thinking about it, " ... But he was an insistent brute. It was a struggle, controlling his aggressive whims. I quickly realized he had spent a lifetime playing a role of supreme dominance in his sexual endeavors ... but I'm not exactly one to relinquish control easily. I made it very clear he was to respect my desires or I'd end it. He ... made efforts, to accommodate me, at first. Clumsy efforts. Awkward efforts. I denied him certain intimacies. I had no intention of ever letting him fuck me. I allowed oral sex or handjobs. I would not allow kisses or other affectionate gestures. I would not have him in my home and I refused to go to his. Our meetings were usually short, often spontaneous, always lusty. He was my toy, nothing more ..."
An odd pause here. It was difficult and disheartening for Phoenix to think of Miles this way ... sexually manipulative. Certainly not a side of Edgeworth he was ever forced to endure. The defense lawyer looked up to see a sadness ... no, guilt, in those silver eyes. Truthfully, Wright was glad to see it.
"Just a toy ... ?" Phoenix pressed.
"After a lifetime of debauchery, he wasn't suitable to be anything else. Just listening to him talk was proof enough ... conversations with him were always littered with vulgarities and taunts."
"When did things ... go wrong?"
"You can't guess the ending?" Edgeworth sneered, "he fell for me, hard. Suddenly what I was offering wasn't enough and all my restrictions had begun to torment him. He cornered me in my driveway and demanded entry, wanting to discuss his revised desires. He correctly assumed I was losing interest in him due to ... someone else's ... affectionate pursuit of me."
Ah, he means me ... Phoenix realized.
"I coldly rejected him," it was Miles turn to look away this time, "He didn't exactly handle it gracefully." Just remembering that day made the prosecutor feel oddly vulnerable. He had marked it as the beginning of the end: the point of the chaotic relationship where sanity could no longer be salvaged.
"So he started ... abusing you," as Wright again attempted to visualize such a confrontation.
"You're aware of his strength," Miles couldn't prevent himself from imagining calloused hands touching his body as he spoke, "He forced his way into my home, threw me into my own shower and made me strip for him. It was ... humiliating, frustrating ... I attempted escape. It surprised him, I even managed a solid punch to his jaw, which he shrugged off effortlessly. It was ... useless. With all that strength of his, he never felt the need to beat me into submission. He exerted his will upon me despite my struggles. He elicited pleasure from me, whispering his rape fantasy in my ear as he did so. I was surprised he restrained himself from fucking me. I think he had it in his mind that our first fuck would be some sort of blissful, consensual experience ... that I'd eventually see things his way and yearn for it."
Phoenix stopped trying to imagine it all, at this point.
"On some level, I was ... turned on, by the whole experience, I admit," Miles watched Phoenix eyes as he said this, "We exchanged pleasure throughout the night," that's when there was a barely perceptible grimace on Wright's face ... the prosecutor went ahead and assumed it was inspired by disgust, "I figured he'd simply force me if I didn't cooperate. My participation put him in a good mood. He told me ... I could make the rest of his life ... fulfilling. He was shy about it ... perhaps even scared. I suppose he didn't realize that if he spent his life abusing and tossing aside his partners, he was doomed to grow old alone."
Phoenix bit his lip again, mind traveling multiple directions. It was strange to think of the man he had dismissed as a psychotic pervert having such a very common fear. He also couldn't figure out if that made the abusive relationship Gant shared with Edgeworth more or less understandable.
"I was not even remotely interested in his proposition, nor was I interested in entertaining his desires any longer," a pause of the paintroller, "partially due to your ... idiotic, though sometimes effective, efforts to charm me ..."
The words produced something close to a smile on the defense lawyers face.
"So you told Gant, he couldn't accept it ... and you hid at Gumshoe's when he threatened you."
" ... not quite," Miles corrected somberly, "He wouldn't leave my home that night. He held me as he slept, as though we were lovers. I became ... very disgusted and hateful by the forced intimacy. In his arms, I imagined all the crimes he made against his previous partners ... And I decided I would hurt him. I wanted to hurt him. "
Phoenix's gaze moved to the ground. He could more than sympathize with the desire to hurt Damon ...
"He turned out to be a rather heavy sleeper. I quietly left the bed, retrieved my pistol, his car keys and wallet. I threw his belongings on him and started to insult him. Very harshly. I verbalized unkind theories about the origins of his sociopathic aggressions. I reminded him he was nothing more than a body to me, and that I was finished with him. I refused to allow him to retrieve his clothes, and forced him to leave ... It was quite a sight, Gant running from my home to his car, naked, furious, humiliated, in broad daylight."
The words churned within Phoenix's mind. Who would have though Edgeworth had been the one to bring lethal weapons and death threats into the relationship?
"That's when I went to Gumshoe," as he picked up the paint roller and resumed his work. The defense lawyer mused over the situation, trying to imagine his version of Edgeworth involved in such twisted relationship.
"Did he want to die because he couldn't have you? Was he really that ... insane?"
Miles didn't respond. He was beginning to find this story-telling session wearisome. Would Phoenix ask him to go into detail about the day which nearly destroyed him?
"Miles?" Phoenix asked tentatively.
"His thought-process wasn't always clear to me, Wright," irritated, "The one time he tried to sit down with me to discuss his feelings, I pulled a gun on him."
Phoenix recognized Miles was being unfair to himself, skewing his experiences with Gant to deepen his personal misery ... but he certainly didn't have the appropriate words to convince Edgeworth of this.
An uncomfortable silence filled the room.
Miles sighed heavily, still painting.
"Though he's never confirmed this suspicion, I believed he had a deep fear of dying alone. Perhaps, after my repeated rejections, he felt there was no point in continuing. Forcing his own death must have made sense to him: he wouldn't grow feeble with age or be tortured with loneliness. Instead, he'd die in his prime, knowing his lifeless eyes and harsh words would haunt me forever. He believed that act would force us into some sort of sick, permanent union ... I ... Perhaps, it may have worked," weakening at the thought, "without even fully realizing his disturbing plan ... he's in my mind now. I hear him, whispering insults and fantasies ... "
Phoenix thought back to that day ... His verbal confrontation with a battered Damon no one else had witnessed. Yes, Phoenix acknowledged Damon was the sort quite capable of burrowing into someone's mind.
"You know what I was thinking, before you came here? It wasn't about Gumshoe's heroism or your affections. I was imagining him. I was thinking," Edgeworth turned toward the wooden chair, "if he were here, if he were tied to this chair, if I was ... certain, he couldn't harm me or anyone else, I'd ... touch him. I'd use him, again."
Evidence of shame and confusion emerged on that face. The prosecutor was still staring at the chair, as though it were the source of his despair. Phoenix watched Miles' eyes, thinking the prosecutor was holding back tears. Edgeworth's tears had been such a rare sight until recently.
"I'm insane, aren't I?" turning to Phoenix, "Did he drive me to it? Have I always been insane?"
"Listen, Miles," stepping forward, grabbing Edgeworth's wrists firmly to turn them face-to-face, "I understand. He's in your mind. But he's not going to stay there, ok? He's not stronger than you ... and he certainly isn't stronger than us."
Miles looked at Phoenix, quietly, recognizing the second attempt made by Phoenix to draw them back into a relationship. Edgeworth gently tugged his wrists free of Wright's earnest touch, hands moving to unbutton the cuff sleeves of his shirt.
"We didn't finish the story, did we?" Edgeworth hinted, "many of the bruises I possess were self-inflicted ... a result of trying to resist him."
Wright's heart broke a little as the prosecutor pulled up his sleeves, revealing purple bruising along those wrists.
"He had been prepared for my arrival to my office, about seven-thirty in the morning, if I remember correctly ... Gumshoe didn't interrupt us until two."
"He had you ... for hours ... " Phoenix clenched his fist, felt that anger begin to stir within him. He hadn't imagined Damon had possessed Miles for so long ... nearly six hours.
Edgeworth nodded, noting the shift in Wright's expression with passive interest. Was it the same anger Wright had felt that day? An anger that could drive him to murder?
"He was a thorough instructor: to resist meant pain and humiliation, to give in meant incredible pleasure. He used many nasty, degrading techniques on me. An enema, restraints, gags, drugs, toys, spanking, death threats, knife threats, massages, caresses, slaps, painful fucks, enjoyable fucks, he threatened to put his gun inside my body, at one point he ... urinated in me ... He never even bothered to clean it, he let it dry up inside me and on my skin-"
"-Stop!" Phoenix shouted, face twisting in pain, "I don't ... need to hear this."
Miles' gaze softened.
"I'm sharing these ... repulsive details, so you understand that even if I wanted to be involved again ... I'm certainly not suitable, for it. Not right now. Maybe not ever. You could ... find someone kind, and sweet. Someone who'd treasure you. Someone ... whole. You could easily find someone, Phoenix."
Wright couldn't look at him.
" ... you should leave," Edgeworth decided, voice gentle, before turning away to seek out his paintroller.
"That's so like you," Phoenix commented quietly, "always deciding when I should and shouldn't be in your life. I don't want someone else, and I can't leave. I'm not sure if you need me; you probably don't, but ... -"
"-Phoenix ... " as he glanced over his shoulder to look at the defense lawyer.
"I'm just gonna stay, Miles. That's all there is to it. Even if we ... never get back together, it'd be criminal of me to walk out that door right now. I can't do it. I can't do it because there's a small chance you need me to stay, even though you can't ask."
"... "
Phoenix attempted to look firm, strong, as Edgeworth silently stared at him. He knew to appear unsure would just inspire Miles to push him away.
"Well. Do you have a second paintroller, or something? I can't just stand here and watch you work all night."
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April 3rd, 3:12 AM
Richard Gumshoe's Apartment
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After hours of working on their paint project, an exhausted Edgeworth sat down on the floor of the furnitureless room. Phoenix, though concerned, felt compelled to finish the third coat of paint on the wall he had been working on. Once the task was complete, he set down the paintroller and moved to sit on the floor directly behind the prosecutor.
There they sat - the two former lovers - back-to-back.
"That day ... I found tickets to Hawaii in the trashbin outside my office," Edgeworth admitted suddenly, "I was almost certain he wanted to kill me ... apparently, he intended to keep me."
The thought brought several dark thoughts to Phoenix's mind. He shoved them away.
" ... He can't have you," he said simply.
There was a long silence. Edgeworth bent his knees upwards and drew his legs toward his chest. He leaned his back into Phoenix's - the only touch the two lawyers would share this evening.
"There have been times during my life that I've felt like I'm drowning," Edgeworth announced dismally.
Wright remained silent. He suspected elaboration was imminent. He was correct.
"One time I was struggling in the water and someone reached in, gripped my hand, and pulled me to the surface," Miles paused before adding, "he may not have even realized he did this."
The defense attorney, again, did not respond. Was he the savior Edgeworth spoke of? Miles' tone was so soft and bleak that he had already accepted this wasn't a story about heroism - perhaps the identity of the hero did not even matter.
"So, think of the hypocrisy," Edgeworth insisted, his hands clenching, his eyes too dry, too tired to produce tears, "I encountered a drowning man ... not once did I even consider attempting to free him from the water. My hand was never offered, the drowning man never surfaced. In fact I ... forced him deeper into the water - the only place for him to go."
Phoenix bit his tongue as his heart twisted within his chest. The prosecutor's guilt was palpable. He thought over the story of Edgeworth and Damon - the twisted relationship where a lonely, old man emotionally reached out, for possibly the first time in his life, to another human being ... and that man snubbed him as fiercely and completely as possible.
"He looked like a heavy guy, Edgeworth," Phoenix remarked quietly, "he may have simply pulled you back into the water."
"I'm not so sure he didn't, Phoenix" the silver-haired man murmured as disheartened eyes shifted toward the apartment's sole window - the night sky was thick and black, "perhaps some of us belong in the water."
Phoenix shifted, tears threatening to form within his eyes. Miles' back being pressed against his own was an illusion - the prosecutor was no where near him.
What were the appropriate words to say? What words would spare Edgeworth the potent misery he was experiencing? What would bring his childhood hero back to his side?
Phoenix forced out a heavy sigh, trying to forcefully expel the misery from his body.
He didn't know what to say.
But this was temporary. Temporary. Whatever Edgeworth needed at this point in his life- a friend, a lover, a hand - Phoenix would provide it.
"I'm here," he stated finally. The words felt weaker than they should have, and saturated with a sadness Wright had failed to strain from them.
" ... I know," Miles responded quietly, easing more of his weight against Phoenix's back.
The defense lawyer was comforted by the subtle act. He sucked in a deep breath, gathering his resolve.
He had no intention of allowing Miles to drown.
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May 11th, 10:57 AM
Richard Gumshoe's Apartment
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"Let me know if you don't like it," Miles murmured as Gumshoe unlocked the door to his apartment. The detective was about to see his redesigned apartment for the first time. Miles certainly wasn't used to giving such generous surprises to other people; there was a fear Gumshoe would reject it.
"What ya talking ab- Hooooolly shit!"
The detective couldn't hide his awe and excitement as he stepped into his fully refurnished apartment. Turns out Edgeworth didn't stop with new living room furniture and a paint job ... there was a new flat-screen television, kitchen table, refrigerator, lamps, a new carpet, everything. All high-quality, tasteful, masculine choices.
They stepped inside together, Gumshoe laughing like a child. He tested the couch cushions, tapped one of his lamps, literally embraced his new refrigerator with his unbroken arm.
"This thing's huge! I wonder how much beer I could fit into it!"
"Or, perhaps, fruits and vegetables," Miles added. He finally started to relax, realizing Gumshoe was quite happy with the changes he made.
"Thanks a lot, Edgeworth!" The detective stated, smiling, still hugging the fridge.
"Phoenix helped. A lot. He helped me paint, move furniture ... he was here when the carpets were being done."
"Aw, I'll call him and thank him. You two are the best!"
"It's the least I can do."
"How's he been doing anyway?" Gumshoe inquired slyly, moving to pat the surface of his new high-quality kitchen table, "You two talking again?"
"He's well, he's ... been a good friend to me. - Out of curiosity, did Phoenix beg you to reveal my location to him last month, or was it your choice to direct him my way?" Miles inquired. Phoenix had blatantly admitted that Gumshoe had told him Edgeworth was at the detective's apartment, after all.
The larger man instantly adopted a stressed look and seemed unable to respond.
"It's fine. It doesn't really matter," Miles reassured, not wanting to discourage his friend on what was supposed to be a happy occasion, "I'm just ... glad, he showed up here that night."
Gumshoe grinned.
"We ... also redid the bedroom, by the way."
The ecstatic detective excitedly jogged over to his bedroom.
"Yes!"
Once he opened the door and spied his massive new bed, he leapt onto it, twisting midair so he'd land on his back. Far softer than his previous bed.
"This. Is. The best!"
There was a small a smile on Miles, but it was quickly replaced with a guilty expression. It was time to apologize.
"I do ... have to come clean, about what happened that day," Edgeworth stated somberly, "I had opportunities to help you. I failed you, repeatedly. I-"
Gumshoe had slowly sat upward on the bed as the conflicted lawyer spoke.
"- You know what I saw, that day?" Gumshoe interrupted, voice gentle. He stood up and walked toward his lamenting friend, wrapping his functional arm around Miles' shoulder, pulling the man into a loose hug, "I know I'm not aware of everything that happened, but, I know what I saw. I saw a man that was going to give himself to a monster, for me ... who knows where you'd be right now if that bastard had his way, if I had let you go through with that."
Miles awkwardly gripped onto the detective's trench coat, remembering the events which occurred before the heartless beating the detective endured: Gant's frustration and confusion, Gumshoe's promise and pain-filled eyes ...
There was a moment of silence. The odd hug was beginning to feel increasingly ... natural, to Miles.
"I don't know anyone else that would have done that for me, Edgeworth."
"I'm sorry, Richard. I wish it had been me. I wish he had shot and attacked me, instead. -"
"- Aw, pal. I'm so glad it wasn't you."
The prosecutor repositioned within the older man's light embrace until he could look into Gumshoe's big expressive eyes.
"Thank you, Richard."
The detective flushed some. He found himself thinking about Justice Fist's reward for knocking out Gant with a single punch ...
With a big, nervous laugh, he moved his good arm so he could pat Edgeworth's head lightly.
"Anything for a friend!" Loudly.
Gumshoe's boisterous and friendly behavior brought a second smile to the prosecutor. Two smiles within five minutes. Quite a rarity.
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May 14th, 5:32 PM
Le Croissant Restaurant
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Gumshoe was trying to enjoy the invitation to dinner Miles had promised him, but he was incredibly uncomfortable. He glanced about nervously at the fellow patrons of the restaurant - he had never seen so many tailored suits and sleek dresses in a single location. The detective was wearing his best suit and he still felt woefully underdressed.
He decided he did not belong in fancy European restaurants. Particularly a restaurant where a complete bill would likely equate to a week's-worth of his salary. He was so damn uncomfortable that he couldn't even look at the menu to pick out a meal.
The detective turned toward his company, about to admit to his discomfort, but the sight of Edgeworth looking directly at him that kept his tongue still. It wasn't Miles' sharp burgundy suit or his flawless skin that caused Richard to pause - it was the prosecutor's expression. It wasn't cool or calculating, it wasn't impassive or judgmental ... It was, well, not exactly friendly, but there was a softness to it. A softness he wasn't used to seeing there. A softness that instantly calmed him.
"Relax, Gumshoe," Miles instructed, "this is a reward - not a punishment."
"Ya, I know I ... this place just, it isn't the sort of place I'm used to."
"I'm confident you deserve to be here more than any other individual present in this room," Edgeworth declared.
The detective smiled, eyes shyly drifting away from the prosecutor.
Miles leaned forward at the dinner table and waited patiently. Eventually, Gumshoe's eyes returned to the silver-haired man.
" ... What you did for me, Richard," Edgeworth spoke quietly, "I will not forget it. Anything you ever need ... simply ask. A friend, an ear, money, a favor, an excessively overpriced meal at an opulent restaurant ... "
The detective maintained full-faced smile, expertly concealing his inner-anxieties. He was a decent enough man not to ask for what he wanted the most. He reminded himself that Phoenix and Miles were his two best friends.
Gumshoe needed to change the subject, needed to pull himself away from Miles' unique eyes. He reached into his pocket to pull out a small square-shaped box.
"I, received this at the precinct this morning," the detective huffed out suddenly, "there was no ceremony, or nothing - I think maybe the bigwigs wanted to avoid any more negative attention over what happened, so the new police chief gave it to me on the sly, but, you know, it made me proud."
He handed the small box to the prosecutor.
Edgeworth opened the box to reveal a tasteful gold-plated medallion within it, along with a small folded-up note.
"You've certainly earned this," the lawyer confidently declared as he reached for the note and unfolded it.
Edgeworth barely managed to prevent his sudden internal burst of volatile emotions from twisting his cool expression.
The message was short and would have seemed innocent if not for its dubious origins: "For a true hero."
It was written by Damon's hand.
Edgeworth's focus returned to the obliviously happy detective seated across the table. Apparently he did not recognize his former boss' handwriting.
Unassuming Gumshoe was certainly a charming mix of ignorance and kindness.
All Edgeworth could gather the strength to say was: "You have every right to be proud, detective. I'm proud of you, as well."
For the rest of the dinner, Edgeworth had to consciously force away thoughts of Damon.
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August 7th
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Time passed. The relationship between the two lawyers remained unromantic and simple - a friendship. Though they'd see each other about four times a week, Edgeworth insisted they avoid meeting in private locations - such as each other's homes - to discourage any intimate conversations or emotional admissions the prosecutor was unprepared to handle.
On occasion, Phoenix would hint he wanted more. Miles politely ignored him.
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August 12th, 1:15 PM
Phoenix Wright's Apartment
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They had less than fifteen minutes to make it to the theater if they were going to be on time. Not that Edgeworth really cared about seeing the entirety of the twenty-third reboot of the Spider Man movie franchise, but he despised being late out of principle. Besides. Phoenix had practically begged Edgeworth to go see it with him. Missing the movie would just renew the exhaustive cycle of begging/giving-in that constantly occurred between them.
Miles let himself into Phoenix's apartment using the spare key Wright had given him years ago.
"Phoenix ... ?" he called out into the apartment, "We're going to be late!"
The lack of response annoyed Edgeworth; the nitwit better not be sleeping.
The prosecutor ventured about Phoenix's apartment, calling out his target's name twice. He did not hesitate to open the defense attorney's bedroom door, but inside it was an empty, unmade bed. But there was light peeking out from the bottom of the bathroom door.
"Phoenix? If you're not dressed I'm leaving without you," Edgeworth promised.
The bathroom door opened. There Phoenix stood, skin and hair still moist from the shower he had just taken, displaying a slightly-hardened cock and a new set of abs.
Miles froze.
Suddenly neither one of them cared about the twenty-third Spiderman movie.
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August 12th, 1:23 PM
Phoenix Wright's Bedroom
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"When did you acquire abs?" Edgeworth murmured after freeing himself from a throaty kiss.
"Yesterday. Implants," before the defense attorney nipped his partner's pale jaw
"I'm a fool - this is unfair to you," Miles breathed as he hooked his arms around Wright's back.
"It's unfair you've made me wait this long," Phoenix argued, pressing his erection into the prosecutor's thigh.
The tension caused by months of requests and denials had finally snapped. Their mutual fervor was palpable, and Phoenix was on a carnal mission.
Phoenix wanted to make this good. Phoenix wanted to make this perfect. Phoenix wanted to prove to Miles that he could satisfy all of the prosecutor's darker appetites.
The ambitious attorney shoved Edgeworth onto his bed before climbing on top of the lusty man to resume their kissing.
But Edgeworth caught on. This was ... a little more forceful than what he remembered of Wright. A little more desperate. The other man's kisses and nips were relentless, and those hands were hungrily fumbling with the rim of his pants.
"I've been trying to behave, but," Phoenix whispered into the prosecutor's ear, "when you look at me like that ... "
Wright began hastily peeling Edgeworth's pants off. Now he was focusing on the physical aspect of this encounter: this pale body he's missed, the way it responded to his touch, the changes in their breathing. The defense lawyer firmly grabbed those hips as he moved down to lick Miles' cockhead twice.
"Wright ... " the prosecutor attempted to sit upward, but Wright surged upward and used his upper body to push Edgeworth back onto the bed. Phoenix grabbed both of Miles wrists and pinning them just above that odd-colored hair.
It wasn't until Wright noticed the frustrated expression on the other man's face that his actions paused.
"Are you acting forceful because you think I want it this way?"
The simple answer was yes. Phoenix, after all, literally had months to come up with theories as to the source of Edgeworth's attraction with a man such as Gant. A secret desire to be dominated ... devoured, had been what he considered the most logical guess .. especially considering Edgeworth admitted to sexual fantasies of Damon even after being raped by him.
Instead of sharing this truth with Edgeworth, he continued to play the role.
"I know you want it this way ... " as he leaned down to kiss and nip Miles' neck, pressing their thickening shafts together with an insistent hump.
Perhaps, if Edgeworth opted to go along with Phoenix's sexual whim, it might turn out physically fulfilling for both of them. But there was two glaring truths Miles was wary of and Wright was refusing to acknowledge: First, this wasn't Phoenix's style. Second, getting fucked this way was just going to summon memories of Damon.
Miles realized Phoenix released one of his wrists to grab lubricant from his nightstand drawer. It was time to reject Wright's plan without completely spoiling the mood ...
"I have news for you, Nick," he whispered seductively into the defense lawyer's ear, rolling his hips a little to tease Wright's erection, "you're not strong enough to keep me from taking exactly what I want from you."
The distracting comment, along with Wright's awkward position, allowed Miles to tip him over. He rolled on top of the defense lawyer, placing an open palm on that smooth chest. Yes, Phoenix was stronger than he used to be ... but he didn't outweigh Edgeworth by fifty pounds of muscle as Damon had.
"Let me show you how I want it," Miles muttered darkly, unbuttoning his own shirt as he straddled Phoenix's thighs.
Wright was surprised by the erotic shift in their roles but found himself unable to complain. Watching Edgeworth remove his shirt reminded him how long it's been since he's seen the prosecutor's naked flesh.
Wasting no time, Miles plucked the lubricant out of Phoenix's hand and coated his prick thoroughly. They repositioned, Miles firmly guiding the defense lawyer into his lap. He bit Wright's shoulder roughly as his hands massaged the flesh of the other man's ass.
The defense lawyer moaned softly, squeezing Edgeworth's torso with his thighs, resigning himself to the prosecutor's desires. Which, Phoenix figured, was going to be some very aggressive sex ... perhaps to put him in his place for trying to be assertive earlier.
But Edgeworth surprised him.
Phoenix felt that dicktip press into him. His hole stretched as two inches of Edgeworth's shaft slid inside.
It was a good thing he had used a generous amount of lubricant; the defense lawyer felt absurdly tight. Miles grunted when he felt Phoenix's body tense up; an action which intensified that hole's grip on his slickened dick.
"Easy, Nick," he whispered , firmly massaging Wright's backside.
"It's been a while ... " Phoenix admitted softly, eyes shut, clinging to the prosecutor. It dawned on Miles that his loyal partner likely hadn't endured any form of penetration since their split. Nearly two years ago, now.
"I can tell," Miles responded, observing the flushed look on Wright's face.
"Ok, ok ... go ahead."
Edgeworth slowly inched up that tight passage. His partner's passage spasmed over and over, making the climb upward intensely pleasurable.
"Mm!"
"Incredible. You feel incredible ... " Miles breathed the compliment as he embedded himself within that body as fully as their position would allow. He pressed a kiss into Phoenix's neck.
"This ... is how I wanted it, Nick," Miles stated softly, before easing himself slowly in and out of that snug tunnel. He developed a forgiving rhythm, and soon Phoenix's pleasured moans and sighs filled his ear. Over and over the prosecutor pushed into him. Again and again.
Phoenix let Miles maintain control of the sensual pace, focusing instead on relaxing to facilitate the ease of that fleshy intruder moving inside him. Edgeworth's measured motions produced an ecstatic throb within his body. There was the temptation to urge the prosecutor to move faster as he drifted closer to orgasm.
As if sensing Phoenix's frustration, Miles' fingers started touching that strained prick, teasing touches, at first ...
"Mm!" Phoenix moaned.
"Mm?" A playful taunt.
He pulled his prick out of Wright's pulsing hole.
"Ah!" Phoenix groaned at the loss of stimulation.
"Ah?"
"Don't tease," squirming, "put it back in ... "
Miles eased his lusty partner onto the bed, forcing Phoenix to lay on his back. Wright's hands reached to his own ass, pulling open his own hole for Edgeworth's access, which the prosecutor eagerly accepted. He stuffed his engorged prick back inside that body, forcing a loud groan from his partner. The powerful thrust was followed by the return of the tantalizingly slow pace he had adopted earlier. This new position allowed Edgeworth to observe Phoenix's pleasured expressions, and he found himself realizing how much he had missed being with the charming defense lawyer. On an emotional level, the sex was truly incredible. There was no guilt or shame, only a sense of fulfillment keenly felt by both men.
The effortless thrusting continued. In and out of that hole's erotic grip.
Edgeworth spared a hand to pull at Wright's thickened cock. It took several jerks before he felt Phoenix quiver. Cum squirted onto Miles' hand and abdomen as Wright's body arched sensually.
The visual stimuli summoned Miles' own orgasm. He plunged deep into the other man's body and sprayed his thick, milky cream into Wright's tender passage with a violent shudder.
Once finished, Miles, breathing softly, moved to lay on the bed behind Phoenix. He was about to pull the defense attorney into an embrace but Wright rolled around to face him. The dark-haired lawer scooted closer to the prosecutor and pressed his face into the other man's neck. He breathed in the scent of Miles' cologne as he wrapped his arms about his pale partner's torso.
"I missed gentle-sex," Phoenix commented.
"I suppose I'll embrace the sentimentality of the moment and go ahead and admit that I missed you, too."
Wright pressed a smirk into Miles' skin before kissing his neck. The words were proof they were a genuine couple, again.
"Also, make no more attempts to be ultra-dominant," Edgeworth warned, "it doesn't suit you. At all. Not even slightly."
"Ok, that was admittedly a half-hearted effort," Phoenix swore, "I'm totally going to power-top you tonight."
"Oh goody."
"That's right, prepare your butt."
"Charming."
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August 15th, 12:34 PM
Miles Edgeworth's Home
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Apparently, resuming the sexual aspect of their relationship inspired Phoenix's creative spirit. Edgeworth, seated at his kitchen table, was reading an article on newly passed government legislation when his excited partner barged loudly through the door.
Despite the noisy intrusion, Miles didn't bother to acknowledge him.
"I have ... a list!"
"That's nice," the aloof prosecutor responded, still reading his article.
Edgeworth's apparent disinterest forced a pout from Wright. Wright's apparent moping forced a sigh from Edgeworth.
"Go on. What's on your list?"
"So happy you asked! It's a list of kinks we need to try."
Miles looked up from his article incredulously. This is what Phoenix had been working on all afternoon?
Undaunted, Phoenix continued: "So, ya, I wanted to run it by you to see what can be transferred from my kink list to the to-do list ... "
"Oh. Two lists. Wonderful."
"Ready?" Wright asked, holding up his sheet of paper, still excited despite Edgeworth's lack of enthusiasm.
"I feel like you're going to start rattling off your kinks no matter what I say here."
"Bondage?"
"Binding you, perhaps," Miles responded testily.
"Cosplay."
"That wouldn't work. You'd embellish your own role and I wouldn't be able to take mine seriously."
"Toys?"
"No!" Miles snapped.
Phoenix blinked at him, surprised by Miles' zealous reaction.
"No toys," Edgeworth repeated, trying not to think about the sensual preparation Damon had forced upon him weeks ago ... "At least, not to be used on me."
"Sex at the beach."
"No. Sand."
"Sex in the ocean."
"Unsanitary."
"Sex in a pool."
"Unsanitary."
"Sex in a hot tub."
Miles pressed a few fingers into his own temple. He was getting a headache.
"Phoenix. We're not stuffing aquatic bacteria into each other's asses, understand?"
Wright frowned. Maybe he should have done more research before bringing his list to the prosecutor.
"Listen. Shower-sex is fine if you like the idea of water," a thoughtful pause, before he added with a lightly mocking tone: "or, I'm sure I can figure out a way to safely pleasure you using a disinfected turkey baster and sterile water."
Phoenix felt his heart quicken a little by Edgeworth's eroitic implication, failing to realize the prosecutor was making a joke. Smiling, he moved on to his next suggested kink.
"Food?"
"... for external usage only."
"Video-taping ... "
The suggestion caused the prosecutor to smirk. He adopted a sexy expression as he stood upward, moving to Phoenix to pull the receptive defense lawyer into an embrace. He firmly ran a hand down the defense attorney's back.
"We've done that one, before. If I remember correctly," leaning forward to whisper huskily in his partner's ear, "it was extremely successful ... "
"I'll get the camera!" Phoenix chirped.
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Miles and Phoenix's Sex-tape: First Attempt
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Phoenix switched the camera on.
Edgeworth was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, watching his partner with a skeptical look.
Phoenix, settled directly in front of the camera lense, was narrating the film synopsis of their not-yet-created sex-video in the deepest, most dramatic tone he could manage: "in a world where people fornicate often ... two men must prove they shall fornicate the loudest, the longest, the most passionately of any other existing couple, or else."
Miles, no longer even marginally aroused, curtly asked: "or else what?"
"Or else the world ... will explode!" Phoenix promised darkly, still using his movie-trailer voice.
Silver eyes stared impassively at the buffoonish lawyer.
"Let's save the world, Edgeworth," Wright proposed as he turned toward Miles.
"You're ridiculous," the prosecutor muttered, standing from the bed and stepping toward the camera.
"Hey wait - " Wright pleaded just before a pale finger switched off the camera.
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Miles and Phoenix's Sex-tape: Second Attempt
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Phoenix switched the camera on.
He stared into the lens with a serious expression; this time he pretended to be a news reporter.
"This is Phoenix Wright reporting live from Miles' bedroom. Today's forecast: a hurricane of pleasure - "
" - Wright," Edgeworth growled, lifting a hand to massage his forehead, "enough."
"Ok ok," the spikey-haired lawyer relented as he turned toward his partner, "let's start our passionate union. For the movie I want - "
" - no movie," Miles interrupted.
"No movie?!"
"No," he snipped before bitterly announcing: "I am entirely unaroused at this point."
"Oh," Phoenix moved beside his handsome lover and placed a hand on his thigh, "I can fix that."
"I doubt it - Look," Edgeworth muttered as he unzipped his pants and presented Phoenix a view of his genitals, "flaccid. Absolutely flaccid. I hadn't realized it was possible for me to be this soft until I met you."
Wright barely managed to hold back an amused howl. Deciding he should avoid producing video-evidence of his ability to destroy erections, the defense lawyer moved back toward the camera and switched it off.
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Miles and Phoenix's Sex-tape: Third Attempt
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Phoenix switched the camera on.
Once more, the defense lawyer was staring directly into it - his face taking up the camera's entire view. Once more, his movie trailer voice was used.
"Now, in theaters, Edgeworth's Boner 2: The Resurrection! - "
Suddenly Wright's face thrusted forward into the camera lens.
"Ow!"
One can safely assume he suffered a harsh smack to the back of his head.
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Miles and Phoenix's Sex-tape: Final Attempt
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The camera switched on.
"Take four," Phoenix smiled cheekily into the camera before stepping toward his silver-haired partner, who was seated on the bed.
"Oh. You were planning on getting laid today?" Edgeworth quipped as Phoenix leaned toward his ear to nibble on its lobe, "I thought you were doing everything in your power to guarantee a night of abstinence."
"I am actively reinstating 'the mood,' " Wright promised, whispering the words.
"Best of luck on that effort," sarcastically.
Wright chuckled lightly as he began plucking open the buttons of Miles' dress-shirt. Once exposed, he sensually kissed the pale man's collarbone. After easing the silver-haired man upon the bed, he intermixed caresses and kisses as he peeled off the rest of the prosecutor's clothes.
The defense lawyer massaged that pale body - hips, back, thighs. After a few minutes, he saw evidence that his efforts to 'reinstate the mood' were successful.
Beautiful, Phoenix praised silently, staring at his exposed lover as he quickly removed his own clothes. Edgeworth had mesmerizing allure: a color-scheme Wright had never seen before. Pale skin wrapped about toned muscle, silver hair and eyes, a nice-sized prick pinkened by arousal. Beautiful.
Once undressed, Wright leaned downward until his mouth hovered above the other man's stiffening erection. Even the scent was intoxicating: overall clean but with a trace of masculine flesh. He licked the cocktip before nuzzling his smooth cheek against the head.
The defense lawyer heard the prosecutor's breathing change ever-so-slightly. It forced their eyes to connect, and Miles' lusty stare brought a light smirk to Wright's face. It wasn't often that Edgeworth permitted him to control the reigns of their sexual endeavors, so he felt the need to prove that he could wield them very, very well. Phoenix gripped onto that stiff shaft so he could slide his tongue across the length of it, then spent several seconds licking and sucking on the pale man's sac.
That swollen cock twitched, begging for attention.
A soft grunt escaped Edgeworth when Phoenix wrapped his mouth across that tip of his throbbing prick. The defense lawyer sucked, squeezed and pumped his head across the fleshy tool four times before pulling away.
"Nick," Miles called out after the intense stimuli produced by that hot, wet mouth disappeared.
Without a word, Wright shifted on the bed. He grabbed lube from the nightstand and applied a light coat of the slick substance on his engorged prick. Then he moved to lie directly beside his lusty lover, nudging the silver-eyed man into a spooning position.
"You won't be able to move well," Edgeworth commented, lifting his leg for Wright's access.
Phoenix did not immediately respond. He pressed his hips into Miles' body and rubbed his slickened prick against the curve of that pale rump. After a few moments of these taunting humps, Edgeworth voiced a sexy complaint: "Stop teasing; I want you."
It took some repositioning, the guidance of a hand and four attempts before his lengthy prick forced its way inside Miles' tight hole. Wright shifted so that he could move deeper, and when his cock pressed along Edgeworth's prostate, the prosecutor's entire body twitched: the muscles of his thighs and back, his prick, his stretched passage ...
"This is perfect for the video," Phoenix informed quietly, pressing his cheek into Miles' peculiar-colored hair. He gripped onto Edgeworth's lifted thigh, keeping that leg raised upward.
Miles, having nearly forgotten this was being filmed, looked at the camera. His body was on complete display before the lens: his face, his toned torso, his parted thighs, his hardened dick ... Only parts of Phoenix's body could be seen - his head, an arm, the proud cock that disappeared between his lover's thighs.
Their erotic positioning provided an obscene portrait of their coupling.
"Nick," Miles breathed, flushing slightly. He was about to voice a complaint but Phoenix stopped him.
"Shh."
Then the defense attorney shifted to stuff another inch of himself inside that snug channel.
The prosecutor huffed out a sharp breath, shyly burying his head into his pillow. The position was an embarrassingly lewd display, but also ... incredibly arousing. Without any tactile stimulation, his tool was rigid.
Wright inched as deeply inside that small, soft hole as possible. The lawyer was equipped nicely: long and slightly curved. It allowed him to spread Edgeworth's insides at a delicious depth. He rolled his hips, sensually inching back and forth within that pale body.
" ... the camera, turn it off ... "
"The feel of you ... the sight of you, I'll always remember it, I'll always have it," Wright murmured in his lover's ear before another erotic shove.
The slow fuck continued. Edgeworth was sighing, sometimes moaning, his hole twitching and tightening around the flesh that speared him. Sometimes he forgot the camera, sometimes he was keenly aware of being on display to satisfy Phoenix's lustful desires.
"Are you going to cum just from the feel of me?" Wright asked not-so-innocently.
Edgeworth tried to form words, but before he could utter any he felt his partner's hand grip onto his straining erection.
The prosecutor groaned out, fingers and toes curling as Phoenix's hand slide across his skin. Wright squeezed and tugged that pulsing flesh as he continued to spear that incredible body.
"Faster, Nick," Miles urged. It almost sounded like a plea.
This inspired the defense lawyer. He released Miles' dick and rolled on top of him, forcing the pale man to lie flat on his stomach as he thrusted forward to stuff his swollen shaft even deeper into the prosecutor.
The swift, sudden jab produced a groan from the prosecutor. With barely any of his wits left, he lifted his hips, allowing Wright an angle perfect for some energetic plowing. It felt good. Fantastic, even. That raging prick repeatedly and insistently hammered into his hot, pulsing body. Edgeworth's throbbing cock begged for further stimulation, so his hand moved to jerk his own erection.
For Phoenix, the sound of Miles' grunts and heavy breathing combined with the feel of that soft, stretched passage was bringing him close. But he held back ... he was determined to make the prosecutor cum first.
Within a few minutes, Edgeworth moaned loudly as his body trembled. The deep, quick thrusts that rocked his body and split apart his hole had brought him to his peak. He burst, cum spraying onto his own bedsheets and coating his quivering hand. As the physical thrill of his intense orgasm passed, he felt Phoenix grip his hips to shove several more firm thrusts into his body, their balls slapping together each time the defense lawyer lanced forward. Soon, Wright groaned sharply as he poured warm seed into the prosecutor's throbbing tunnel.
The video tape caught it all: their expressions - physical pleasure and emotional content ... their motions - Phoenix pulling his slickened prick from that into the bed and pulling Edgeworth against his chest ... and their sounds - soft pants and whispers.
"Promise me we're permanent this time ... " Phoenix said, suddenly feeling quite vulnerable. Their sensual love-making had always felt so pure and completely fulfilling. He didn't want to lose it, again ... and he still didn't quite understand why Edgeworth ended their first attempt at a relationship.
Miles looked at him with a calm expression before stating: "Only a fool would make that sort of promise."
But before the response could even make Phoenix frown, Edgeworth lifted a hand to gently stroke the defense lawyer's cheek. They were looking into each other's eyes ... Edgeworth's were firm, unyielding ... Phoenix's were soft, hopeful.
"If one could choose what aspects of their life could remain permanent, I'd choose this, Nick."
Phoenix smiled slowly after hearing the following words: "I'd choose you."
They shifted into an embrace, Phoenix resting his cheek against Edgeworth's chest. They continued to speak softly, discussing the past and future plans. It wasn't long before they became quiet and Wright began to drift asleep.
The camera was still rolling. For an additional hour it recorded the prosecutor silently touching his lover ... stroking Phoenix's hair, his neck, his shoulders, his upper back. Then, he too, fell asleep.
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August 16th
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Though months had gone by since Edgeworth had last seen Damon, he still entertained dark thoughts of the twisted man on a daily basis. What a bizarre pile of memories they had produced together during their relatively short sexual relationship. Some had been absolutely erotic, others completely terrible ... many were a combination of both.
Sometimes Phoenix kept his mind from Damon.
Sometimes.
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August 17th, 6:31 PM
Miles Edgeworth's Home
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It had been a long day at work. So, once Edgeworth stepped into his home and noticed a path of rose petals along his floor and leading up the staircase toward his bedroom, he found himself caught between a sigh and a smile. He ended up doing both.
Truly, Wright should know better. Yes, Miles wears magenta suits and frilly cravats, but he wasn't exactly a roses-and-chocolates kind of man. Rose petals all over the floor? Messy. Wasteful. Juvenile.
He stripped off his coat and set his briefcase down in his office before following the trail of petals upstairs toward his bedroom.
"Wright," he called out as he reached the bedroom, "you will be cleaning this mess entirely on your own ... "
But opening the door revealed that Phoenix was absent and yet another mess had been made. There was an assortment of objects strewn across the entire room. Some of these objects had erotic implications, other objects felt as though they were randomly collected.
There were handcuffs, a ballgag, and a moderate-sized dildo on the bed. There was a bowl of strawberries, a can of whipped cream and a carrot on his nightstand. There was a bottle of water and a turkey baster on his dresser. There was a wet noodle, a beach towel, a beach volleyball and an opened orange umbrella in the corner of the room. There was a bucket of chlorine near the window. And, Of course, there were more rose petals ... all over the floor and on the bed.
Lastly, the camera was set up in the room, once again.
" ... What is the purpose of all this?" Miles barked incredulously as he stepped forward to further inspect the assortment of items. There were three notes. One between the dildo and the handcuff that said, 'These are not to be used on Edgeworth' ... One next to the fruit and carrot that said, 'For External usage only' ... one between the turkey baster and the bottle of water that read 'water is sterile and safe for intimate usage.'
The truth suddenly dawned on Miles. It was Phoenix's list of kinks. At least one item to represent each kink was present in the room.
He mentally reviewed the list: Bindings for Phoenix ... Toys that were not to be used on himself ... sex at the beach, the ocean, in a pool, in a hot-tub, food for external usage only, the video tape ...
The only kink that Phoenix had failed to represent with these items was the cosplay suggestion.
"You are such an idiot," Miles muttered, holding back a smile, when he heard someone shuffle into the room behind him, "I will repeat that you will clean this mess entirely by your- "
" - Greetings, Citizen," a voice shouted boldly.
The prosecutor turned to confront the intruder. It was Wright, of course, though you wouldn't be able to tell simply by looking at him. He was dressed in a samurai costume that was a combination of faux-steel and red fabric. He even had a faux-steel mask on, concealing his face.
The steel samurai. Apparently Phoenix did not forget the cosplay suggestion.
"Well, citizen! It looks like you could use some assistance ... some sexual assistance," the steel samurai claimed, pointing his four-foot long plastic sword toward Edgeworth.
For a second, Miles wore an extremely serene expression. The prosecutor was summoning all the willpower he had in an attempt to refrain from laughing, but the situation was simply too ridiculous. This may, in fact, be the most ridiculous situation he's ever been in. He stepped back, shoulders shaking as he clamped a hand over his mouth.
Phoenix pulled the mask off his face and stepped forward, grinning proudly. He guided his laughing partner toward the bed and they sat upon it together. You see, it was important to have Edgeworth seated on the bed, so that the camera would film this. The prosecutor's smiles and laughs weren't exactly common - but now Wright could see and hear them on a whim. They would always be available to him, even if their relationship somehow failed to be permanent.
The defense attorney's cheeky grin transformed into a sincere smile as he watched his partner struggle to stop laughing. It was the most beautiful sight in the world, for Phoenix.
"You ... are a fool," Miles breathed once he was stabilized. He reached a hand out to grab the shirt of Phoenix's faux-steel costume and pulled the defense attorney forward.
"My ridiculous fool," he murmured, before pressing his lips against Wright's.
It was the perfect image: two smiling mouths sharing a gentle kiss.
After a moment, Miles eased back from the sensual kiss to look at his spikey-haired partner.
"I cannot figure it out, Nick," he admitted, voice becoming quiet and faintly somber.
Phoenix tilted his head, curious and concerned by Edgeworth's sudden change in demeanor.
"Why you do so much for me ... " the silver-eyed man explained, "why you'd, completely embarrass yourself to make me laugh ... why you'd acquire a gym membership and spend months toning your body just to impress me even though I was entertaining another man, why you'd make yourself available to me though I've ... pushed you away, hurt you, repeatedly."
Wright's expression softened.
" ... I realize I do not deserve it," the conflicted man added softly when his partner hesitated. He looked away from Phoenix.
"It's a constant," the defense lawyer claimed, producing a tender smile as he set a hand on Edgeworth's knee, "since fourth grade, every day between then and now, and it will continue every day after this one."
Once more, reserved silver connected with honest brown.
"I know claiming an emotion can be permanent makes me a fool but I'm all right with that," Phoenix argued before promising: "it's a constant: I care about you, and that isn't going to change."
"Hm," the prosecutor sighed with a sliver of a smirk. The fact that Phoenix was still in his steel-samurai garb made the admission seem particularly absurd. Combine this with the fact that the defense lawyer was wielding a four-foot plastic sword in his right hand and the admission was doomed to appear painfully absurd.
Absurd, but ... sweet.
Miles leaned forward to once again brush his lips against Phoenix's.
The moment felt perfect ... and the camera recorded all of it.
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THE END
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Author's Note: Sorry it took so long! Hope the ending made you guys smile.
A very small epilogue is coming, either later today or tomorrow. But other than that, this six year project is now complete. Thanks to all the reviewers. All of you. I would have never been able to gather the will to finish this if it weren't for all of your support and I truly, truly appreciate it.
A BIG thanks to Kurenai Tenka for helping me on some of my later chapters. She was so awesome and so helpful and if I ever became a professional writer(ha!), I'd want her as my editor. Thank you thank you, KT! Seriously. Thank you.
If there's enough interest, I may make a small alternate ending or two. Would people enjoy a Miles/Gumshoe ending? Maybe an ominous Damon/Miles ending? Let me know!
First large story I've finished and I already miss writing it. *sob!* Thanks again to everyone! Take care, all.
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