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One of Every Color
Chapter 12
Saturday, September
21st, 2019. 6:38 p.m.

Once dinner was finished, Phoenix washed the dishes while Miles helped clean up the
table--except for the Steel Samurai cups.
Those they carried with them, along with what was left of the wine, into
Phoenix's living room.
Miles took a seat on the sofa, and Phoenix in a low, denim-covered chair nearby. As he'd promised, Miles spoke first.

"The birth certificate I
got from Hotta Clinic, and the DNA test we conducted, both returned positive results," he related to
Phoenix, turning his wine cup in his hands. "The baby that died in the fire was
Chassie's son, and Jack Hoff was the father. If nothing else it proves her story that
they were lovers."

"It still doesn't make
any sense," Phoenix murmured.
"Why wasn't the baby with its mother? Did�cdid he take it from her?"

Miles shrugged. "Who knows? They certainly didn't fight for custody
in any legal manner--there's no record of it. And she still hasn't responded to our
questioning."

"She would never forgive Mr. Hoff for what he had
done to her," Phoenix recalled from his conversation with Urami the other day.
"She would never leave him
alone." He didn't just dump her,
he took their son with him. Phoenix's insides twisted in mixed disgust and sympathy. "She didn't go to the duplex that
night just to get back together with Hoff," he finished aloud. "She went for her baby."

"That doesn�ft explain
why she lied," Miles said.
"Not only did she have an alibi, it cancels out her
motive." He took a sip of his
wine. "Even back then I wasn't
heartless enough to argue a woman capable of murdering her own child."

"'If I can't have him no one will'?" Phoenix shook his head.
"Chassie's not exactly a model of
innocence, but I don't believe she could have done that. I know it's not saying much, but�cshe and
Urami have been so protective of each other. I just can't imagine Chassie
turning against someone she loved�c."

Miles watched him with a stern
eye. Though he was much harder to
read than Phoenix figured himself to be, he could guess what he was
thinking this time, even before he said it. "You really think you know this
woman?"

"I
know, it's stupid." Phoenix sighed.
He didn't expect Miles to really understand, no matter how close they
got. "But she's my client, and
I believe in her. I really
do."

Miles continued to stare at
him with his typical scrutiny, and Phoenix thought he was about question again, but then he
appeared to change his mind.
"Either way it's still impossible for her to have started the fire,
given the timeframe," Miles admitted.
"You probably won't have anything to worry about for Monday."

That's right�c. Phoenix's mood sobered as he watched Miles look away. In
the end this is still good news for me, but it means Edgeworth
has lost his case. "I'm
sorry," he said quietly.

"Hm?" Miles drew his gaze back. "What do you have to be sorry
for?"

Phoenix set his cup aside on the short living room
table. "I know what's going to
happen, if I win this case," he explained. "It'll be bad for you, won't
it? Coming back after so long, only
to lose an important trial�c. An appeal for a murder, in fact. I know it's not good for your
reputation, or the district�c."

"It's not. But what else can be done?" Miles finished off what was left in his own cup and set it aside as well. "I made a mistake, and I'll pay for
it like all the rest."

His saying
it like that only made Phoenix feel worse. Deciding
to be upfront--and feeling empowered by the buzz of the alcohol--he pushed out
of his chair, and moved to sit next to Miles on the sofa. "I wish there was a way around
it," he told Miles seriously.
"The last thing I want is for you to--"

"Wright." Miles
took his hand, squeezing it gently between them as he had the day before in his
car. "Don't apologize,"
he said in an equally stern tone.
"If you had put our friendship above that woman's life, you
wouldn't be fit to continue as a lawyer." He smiled grimly. "And I would have hated you for
it. So don't worry about me."

Phoenix's posture relaxed. "So�cwe're okay?" he asked, his
fingers curling around Miles' tightly.
"I guess if we don't hate each other by now, not much else could do
it."

"No, it doesn't seem
likely."

Phoenix glanced down to their joined hands. Maybe
now's the right time, he thought, and his heart began to beat a little
faster. We've done all we can for the case. We're
allowed to�chave some time to
ourselves�c.

He licked his lips, and was
working up the courage to initiate when Miles' coarse fingertips drew a path
along his cheek. Phoenix shivered, tilting his head into the offered
kiss. It was as enticing as he
remembered, just like the first time they'd kissed only two days ago. They shifted on the sofa to try and face
each other without bumping knees.
It was a little awkward, but certainly not as difficult as the car seat
had been.

Miles pulled back first. "You're really all right with
this?" he asked, watching him closely. "If you've really never been with
another man before, you might not be�c."

"There isn't really any
other way of knowing, is there?" Phoenix said lightly, despite the nervous tingle in his
stomach. He kissed Miles again,
more deeply, letting that little tremor of hesitation and pleasure spread
through him. I did love Ayame, he told himself as he pressed his hands to Miles'
chest. But this feels just as good.
I can�cbe both, can't I?

The harder kiss must have won
Miles over. His hands slid to Phoenix's shoulders, holding him tightly as his lips
parted. Phoenix easily followed suit. The first touch of Miles' tongue against
him made him tense, but he soon relaxed again, welcoming and even sucking
gently at Miles' warm mouth. When
Miles murmured softly, he couldn�ft help but reply.

Phoenix's breath ran out, and he pulled back slightly for a
huge gulp of air. It's been a while, he thought, cheeks
deeply flushed. I'm probably rusty.

Before he could lean in once
more Miles pushed against him, and it didn't occur to him to resist. When he realized where Miles wanted him
he gulped, drawing his legs up so he could stretch out along the short
sofa. There wasn't enough room for
both of them, but Miles was able to half sit on the cushions near Phoenix's
hip, and from there leaned over him.
The sight of Miles staring down at him, already as breathless and
disheveled as he was, made his toes curl excitedly.

"Edgeworth�c." Phoenix pulled him down into another hungry kiss. His hands rubbed up and down Miles'
ribs, eager to map the contours of his toned body--it was new for him, and he
hoped to teach himself to embrace that fact. Thanks to Miles' position his legs were
also in reach, and Phoenix's explorative caress easily found his thigh. Only half aware of his actions, Phoenix kneaded his fingers into the taut muscle. Miles' immediate reaction made him
shiver all over again--the prosecutor slid further down the sofa, making it
easier for Phoenix's massage to reach him, which in turn urged Phoenix's chin
up so they could continue their heavy kisses.

The sensation of sudden
vulnerability only made Phoenix's
hands bolder. He curled one against
Miles' back as the other continued its curious travel up the inside of Miles'
thigh. Instinctually, he thought he
knew what he was doing. But when
Miles groaned against his mouth, and he could feel the man growing hard with
arousal beneath the pressure of his fingers, he flinched abruptly and drew his
arm back.

Miles shivered. When their kiss ran out he braced a hand
against the sofa to sit upright once more.
Phoenix stared up him sheepishly, and again his foolish mouth
worked without him. "It
startled me."

Miles quirked an eyebrow, but
he was finding it difficult to look bemused and catch his breath at the same
time. "It doesn't bite."

It was a good thing his face
couldn�ft have gotten any redder. Phoenix shifted, hoping Miles wouldn't notice his own growing
excitement and decide to tease him in retaliation. "I'm not so sure about that�c."

As if to prove--to Miles and
himself--that he'd gotten over his brief intimidation, Phoenix rubbed at Miles' knee. If they could just keep going, he could
get over those differences and enjoy this time they had.

Miles glanced at his hand,
watching it thoughtfully. After a
moment he reached out, but the goal of his fingers were the buttons on Phoenix's blue shirt.
He undid each slowly, taking the time to part the fabric further over Phoenix's chest whenever he was able. The deliberate attention spread goosebumps along Phoenix's skin.

"You'll let me know,
right?" Miles asked, running his hand over Phoenix's chest once he was finished with the buttons. "If you want to
stop."

Phoenix started to answer, but when Miles' caress deepened to
a massage he lost his train of thought momentarily. Miles' hands were rough and wide, and
they somehow discovered every sensitive patch of muscle his torso had to offer. "I was�cjust startled," he
tried to reply smartly. "Maybe
I haven't been around like you have, but it's not like I'm a virgin, you
know."

"When you say it like
that," Miles protested, "you make me sound easy."

"Well, you're the one
that was bragging the other night�c."
Clever hands slithered to his abdomen, skating along the hem of his
pants, and Phoenix couldn't suppress a shiver. That
feels good�c.

Miles smirked as he returned
his attention so Phoenix's chest and shoulders. "So, if you're not a
virgin," he asked, sounding downright playful, "how many lovers have you had?"

Phoenix snorted.
"It only takes one to lose that title, you know."

"Ah, one it is."

"Wait, that's not what
I--"

Miles shut him up with a
kiss. Even after he pulled back Phoenix was tempted to correct him, but then wet lips found
the tender underside of his throat, and he lost all inclination. What
does it matter anyway? He's still
more experienced than me. He
was getting slowly caught up in Miles' unexpected vigor, letting it ease away
his misgivings. As Miles kissed a
path down his throat he tilted his head back, and even surrendered a strained
murmur.

Miles turned his wrist, and
his fingers came unexpectedly together to pinch Phoenix's left nipple, causing him to jump with a tiny noise
of surprise. But even if Miles was only
teasing him, he couldn't ignore the tiny tremors of pleasure left in the
action's wake. He squirmed. "H-Hey�c."

"This sofa isn't very
comfortable," Miles complained.
He continued to rub the spot he'd just pinched with his thumb. "There's no room."

"There's�cah�c." Phoenix swallowed hard and tried to keep his wits. "The bed�c?"

Miles paused, and Phoenix didn't realize until he felt how still Miles had gone
that his suggestion carried heavier implications than he'd intended. Not that he could take it back now. "It'll be more comfortable," Phoenix tried to reason.

Miles pushed up on his hands
just enough to see Phoenix's face, as if he could judge from his expression what
he was thinking. His usually cool
eyes seemed to brighten with mixed trepidation and hope. "If�cyou want
to."

I didn't say we have to sleep together. Phoenix pushed Miles back so that he could sit up as
well. Is that�ceven what I want?
That's got to be too fast. Geez, some
first�cer, non-date. Even as he was thinking this, he kissed
Miles again. "Yeah."

Wait, what did I just agree to?

Phoenix didn't have a chance to reconsider, as by then Miles
was pushing to his feet, pulling his friend quickly after. We
can just make out some more, it's not a big deal, Phoenix assured himself along the way. He worked his shirt the rest of the way
off, now that it was slipping from him anyway, and when Miles noticed he began
unbuttoning his own as well.

Not a big deal. Right. Phoenix's mouth went a little dry as Miles stripped out of
his shirt; he had never given it much thought before, but Miles was rather well
toned for a lawyer. "Do you
work out?" he asked abruptly.

"Not as much as I
should," Miles replied. Amused
by Phoenix's staring, he drew the man's hands to his chest. "I jog by here all the time in the
morning."

"You do?" The thought of Miles
out running past his building while he was probably still curled up in bed made
Phoenix smile. Still getting used to his like-gendered
partner, he used the opportunity to explore the uncovered skin with curious
hands. I never imagined touching him like this. Well,
except maybe last night�cI thought
about it. Just a little, though.

"You should come with me
sometime," Miles suggested, urging him step by step to the bed.

"I have a hard enough
time waking up in the morning already," Phoenix chuckled.

His calves hit the bed, and Phoenix hesitated only a moment before sitting down on
it. Though they should have had
another hour before sunset the sky was thickly overcast, and the night-like
darkness was suddenly daunting. As
if they might really�c.

A hand on his shoulder urged
him back, and Phoenix drew his legs up on the bed as Miles crawled after
him. He hadn't anticipated how
different it would be from the sofa, now that Miles was stretching out fully
over his body, his weight pressing him into the mattress.

It was almost unbearably
warm. As they kissed their bare
chests rubbed together, sending Phoenix's pulse another notch higher. He clutched at Miles' back, which only
increased the hungry fervor of his lips, and Phoenix surprised himself by responding with equal
voracity. He may have been new to
men, but he certainly wasn't a virgin--whatever Miles teased him for--and all
the kissing and panting and scraping was reminding his body of one painful
truth.

It's been too long.

He hadn't made love to
another person in years. He didn't
exactly regret it, but he certainly wasn't satisfied with it, either. Having someone pressed so tightly to
him, wrapped up in warm, sweat-moistened limbs--it was like being in some dream
he couldn�ft understand how he'd forgotten.
The fact that it was Miles only made everything more surreal. He could barely breathe without gasping,
let alone think straight.

Phoenix arched his back instinctually, using his knees to
prod Miles' legs further apart--Miles made a tiny sound of surprise at the back
of his throat as he complied. By
bracing himself on his hands Miles rested more of his weight against Phoenix's hips.
The added pressure against Phoenix's by now throbbing groin sent another tremor of
pleasure through his veins, and he dug his heels in, using the leverage to rub
up against him.

Miles groaned against his
mouth. He rocked against Phoenix in turn; this time, the feeling of stiff flesh
pressing against Phoenix's abdomen didn't make him recoil. He welcomed it, along with the hot,
biting kisses Miles seemed intent on spreading over his jaw and ear.

It's been too long, and I want more than this.

Phoenix knew he was getting carried away. His hands trembled as they plunged
between their moving bodies, fumbling at the button on Miles' pants, then his
own. But his usually hesitant mind
was staying silent when faced with so much desperation. The sound of Miles' voice, so low and so
near his ear, heightened every sensation impossibly, until he couldn't make
enough sense of his limbs to keep removing their clothing.

Miles lifted himself up
abruptly, arms straight out and shoulders hunched as he stared down at the
other. "Wright�c?"

"Let's keep going,"
Phoenix said breathlessly, rubbing at Miles' sides as if that
might convince him. "Please,
let's just keep going."

Miles gulped visibly; he
looked as flushed and lust-struck as Phoenix felt, but was fighting it in favor of reason. "Are you sure?" He shifted his weight, beginning to
slide his pants down. "We
don't have to�cdo this all now, you
know�c."

Phoenix licked his lips.
If not now, when? He pushed up on one arm, wrapping the
other around Miles' neck so he could hold him still for their mouths to
meet. I decided I'm not taking anything for granted anymore. Least of all, you�c.

Miles hummed between
them. His voice was strained, still
debating, but Phoenix won him over with sheer enthusiasm. His elbows buckled, and together they
flopped back onto the mattress.

As twisted together as they
were, removing pants became something of an ordeal. It took Miles a while to even realize he
was still wearing his shoes, as well.
Together they kicked and struggled with the attire, half chuckling to
each other until all that was left was their underwear. Phoenix laughed.
"So it's true." He
plucked at the waistband of Miles' briefs.
"Pink."

"Fuchsia," Miles
corrected, giving his nipple another smart pinch.

Phoenix swatted at his hand, and rolled to the side of his
bed to reach into a low drawer. I've never done this, but I'm not an idiot,
he thought, digging about for a familiar tube. He had only ever used it for�cpersonal
exercises. As he returned to Miles
with the lubricant his mood finally began to grow more serious. We're
really going to do this. I can't
believe it, but�cI do want to.

Phoenix stretched out on his back once more. Miles was sitting on his heels, noting
the brand name on the tube Phoenix
offered him. As he watched him, Phoenix felt a new swell of admiration for his comrade. In the dim light he looked amazing, in a way he had never considered another man's body
to look. He recalled their first
kiss, how confident and forceful Miles had been, and how much it had excited
him. He couldn't help but wonder
now what it would be like, being made love to by someone that strong and in control.

Phoenix licked his lips as Miles finished his survey and
started to crawl over him once more.
Before the prosecutor could return to their previous position, he
stopped him by pushing at Miles' thighs with his feet. "Wait." The joints of his fingers nearly locked
with tension as he reached down to pull his boxers off. "Edgeworth,
I want you to�c."

Though seemingly surprised,
Miles didn't question him again. "All right."

Miles helped pull Phoenix's last article of clothing off--Phoenix was oddly grateful that he didn't glance down right
away. It was embarrassing enough,
finally being fully naked in front of him.
Those concerns were forgotten when Miles slipped out of his own
underwear. Phoenix couldn't keep his eyes from snapping immediately downward;
they widened at the sight of Miles' bared form, and his mouth went quickly dry
again. Can I really do this?

Miles's expression was a
careful mix of amused bravado and understanding. Moving slowly, he positioned himself
between Phoenix's knees, leaning closer until his hardened erection
pressed against that of his partner.
He closed his long fingers around them both, rubbing them gently
together. The feeling of Miles'
rough fingertips against his sensitive skin, of blatant arousal brushing his own,
lifted a thick moan from Phoenix unlike any sound he could remember making.

Miles leaned over him, his
own breath catching as he stroked them.
He kissed the corner of Phoenix's parted lips.
"I'll take good care of you," he promised softly.

Phoenix murmured again, clumsily meeting Miles' lips in an
anxious kiss. He bent his knees
along Miles's sides, shivering in excitement and anticipation. When Miles let go of them he nearly
whimpered in disappointment, only to find Miles was guiding his own hand down
to them instead. He didn't need to
be asked to resume the slow motion on his own. It made the knot in his chest tighten
that much more to know that he was the one bringing them pleasure. When Miles sighed thickly, his eyelids
fluttering, he knew he had caused it, and it thrilled him beyond description.

Phoenix was so caught up in watching Miles' face that he
didn't realize what the other was doing until two fingers, slick with cool
lubricant, slid to the cleft of his ass.
He flinched, but managed to hold himself still as they pressed gently
into him. It was the most bizarre
sensation of intrusion he could have imagined, and his stomach twisted as Miles
rubbed and stretched him from the inside.

"I'll go slow," Miles whispered, and his voice, coupled with the
touch Phoenix was still offering them both, wore away at any
lingering discomfort. Phoenix even began to appreciate those clever fingers that
were paying him such attention, and the prelude they represented. He gradually relaxed.

"It's okay," Phoenix gasped.
"I trust you."

Miles kissed him, which was
the response he was hoping for.
Once the fingers were carefully withdrawn, and Miles applied the
lubricant to himself, there was no more time for stalling; Phoenix took in a deep breath as steely fingers curled
against his waist, repositioning them with his hips raised slightly off the
mattress. His own hands were
shaking, and he pressed them against the wall above his head to keep them
steady. I can do this.

"Are you ready�c?"

"Yeah�c."

As he'd promised, Miles
entered him slowly. It was so much
better and so much worse than his preparations had been. Phoenix's back arched and his jaw locked as he was
filled. All he could think in those
first moments of penetration was that Miles was simply too thick, and too much
for him to handle. When his voice
loosened it was in a thin sound of pain.

Miles was breathing hard
somewhere above. Just as slowly he
pulled out once more, flooding his partner with relief. He kneaded his thumbs into Phoenix's hips.
"Relax," he murmured hoarsely. "It'll get better."

"I'm�cI'm trying," Phoenix replied through his teeth. He took in a long breath of air and
tried to do as he was told. When
concentrating elsewhere didn't work he reached down, giving himself a few light
strokes to remember how it had felt when Miles touched him. It'll
get better. Just trust him.

Miles thrust into him again,
a bit faster and at a slightly different angle. It still hurt, but not as much, and that
alone was enough to make Phoenix
feel better. He spread his knees
wider and bent them so his heels dug into Mile's waist. "K-Keep going�c."

Miles groaned softly as he
continued, and he was soon moving in earnest. As Phoenix got used to the feeling of Miles rocking into him, he
finally was able to appreciate the man's control. His hands were strong, holding him
firmly off the mattress so each stroke was met with the least resistance; his
pace was steady, deep, and intoxicating; everything about him was as confident
and powerful as he'd hoped. The
pain of being stretched so unfamiliarly soon gave way to the intimacy of their rhythmic
intercourse. And when Miles began
to pump harder even that was forgotten, leaving only a hot sting of echoing
pleasure.

Phoenix shuddered and moaned loudly; every time his voice
lifted, Miles thrust into him with greater urgency, and he spurred him on until
he started growing hoarse. Whatever
the difference in partner and position, it was still the thrilling scrape of
heated bodies that Phoenix remembered.
He quickly found that even his slight readjustments helped guide Miles
more effectively to where his body ached most, and he cast off any remaining
inhibitions as they moved together.
He even returned his hands to the wall, pushing against it so he could
meet Miles' pistoning hips.

That last thrust did Phoenix in; his hips jerked, and his legs tightened against
Miles' sides as a fiery climax shot through him. His thick cry was soon echoed as Miles
buried himself deep and also came. Phoenix gasped softly at the feeling of thick, hot
fluid. His hands lowered from the
wall to instead clutch at Miles's arms and shoulders, any part of him that he
could reach. They were both shaking, exhausted and panting after each fleeting
breath.

Miles regained his composure
first. With a quiet sigh he pulled
out, lowering Phoenix's hips to the mattress. The resettling made Phoenix moan again with fresh pain and
remaining pleasure. Miles moved away, and for a moment Phoenix worried he would leave the bed entirely, but then
Miles was at his side again, kissing him between each needed intake of air.

Weary as he was, Miles' lips
were weak and uncommonly tender.
Somehow those lazy affections were just as intimate as their love-making
had been, in the mind of the fatigued and still tingling Phoenix. He
tipped his chin back, sometimes reaching Miles' mouth, sometimes missing, until
they both ran out of energy.

Miles sank against the
mattress. "Are you all
right?"

"I'm�c" Phoenix stretched, and winced as his hips and back
stung. "�csore."

Miles' sigh was almost a
breath of laughter. "I'm
sorry. But it was your first time."

"I know." Phoenix groaned softly.
Now that the euphoria was wearing off it did hurt, but in a tired,
satisfying kind of way. Maybe that
was only because Miles was still next to him, though. He had a feeling it would be much worse
by the time he tried to go to bed that night. But until then�c.

"It's all
right." Phoenix turned his head to better face Miles. "I'm fine." He smiled. "It felt great."

Miles smiled back--it wasn't
dramatic approval, but he seemed more than pleased with Phoenix's answer.
He leaned in for another kiss that was eagerly granted. "You should take a shower," he
suggested. "Clean up. It helps, believe me."

Only something as enticing as
a hot shower could have persuaded Phoenix to leave the bed at that moment. "All right. That does sound good." He shifted his hands beneath him and sat
up with another strained murmur. "What
about you?" He reached down to
rub Miles' shoulder, feeling inordinately sentimental and just wanting to touch
him some more.

"I should probably get
going," Miles admitted hesitantly.

"Go?" Phoenix frowned.
"You could�cspend the night, if you wanted."

Miles' eyes thinned, charmed
by the gesture. "I know, but I
shouldn't. My car looks out of
place out front as it is. If it's
there all night, someone will notice."

Phoenix snorted, not in much of a mood for
his bragging--even if it was the truth. "Well,
okay." He knew it was childish
of him to want Miles to stay, but he couldn't help himself. As affectionate as he'd felt for him
before, it didn't compare to what he felt now. The intimacy of their actions wouldn't
leave him nearly as easily as the pleasure or even the discomfort would.

Miles must have read his
disappointed expression, as he pushed himself up and kissed him. "I'll call you tomorrow," he
promised. "All
right? I'm not running out,
I'm just trying to be practical."

"It's all right--I
understand," Phoenix quickly assured.
Now that he thought of it, Miles had been handling this affair of theirs
with remarkable maturity all along, and the least he could do was follow
suit. The promise did make him feel
better, at least. "I'll talk
to you tomorrow."

"Good." Miles hesitated, and kissed him one last
time, with greater passion. Phoenix shivered, thinking that he could maybe detect in his
lips some of that same attachment he felt.
It reassured him more than the words. They separated at the same time, and as
Miles gathered his clothes together, Phoenix stood and headed for the bathroom.

He paused at the door,
watching Miles as he wiped off with a corner of the bed sheet and tugged his
underwear back on. The
pink--fuchsia--made him smile all over again. "Hey, Edgeworth."

Miles glanced up. "Yes?"

"You�c." Phoenix blushed, and forced the words out. "You were�creally good."

Surprised by the compliment,
Miles' cheeks reddened as well. He
smiled almost shyly. "So were
you."

More pleased than words could
convey, Phoenix grinned, and retreated to the bathroom before he
could ask Miles to stay over again.
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