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Miles Edgeworth is frustrated, to say the very least.

As a prosecuting attorney, the very worst phrase to hear is ‘not’ and ‘guilty’ in that very order. The loss, no matter how miniscule, isn’t actually what frustrates Miles the most, however. It’s who he lost to.

Him. Phoenix Wright. The idiotic grinning defense attorney standing across the courthouse hallway, being congratulated by his friends and peers alike. Miles should be one of them; after all, it’s only polite. 

Instead, Miles is pretending to listen to those consoling him while glaring over at Phoenix, very pointedly, almost as if daring him to do something. He wants Phoenix to do something, he’s just not quite certain what .

Does he want Phoenix to argue with him? Perhaps even a physical altercation? Or does he just want Phoenix to acknowledge him in any sort of way due to the fact that Miles has done him a very grand favor that could cost him his career?

Miles let him win, of course. He isn’t an idiot. He could have won that case fair and square. Phoenix’s evidence and law work is sloppy at best, and while he’s good at grasping for straws, they don’t hold up against Miles’s cases at all.

Until now, that is.

Phoenix immediately takes notice of Miles’s gaze. Their eyes lock, and Miles watches Phoenix’s eyebrows raise with surprise, confusion and determination mixing on Phoenix’s foolish face in one fell swoop.

If Phoenix merely infuriated Miles, that would be one thing. Miles could hand him his ass in court and be on his merry way. However, there’s just something about Phoenix Wright that Miles can’t stop thinking about.

Perhaps it’s the way Phoenix is so utterly disorganized and foolish in court, yet still nearly manages to catch Miles by surprise. It could be the way that no matter how many times Miles is determined to show Phoenix that he doesn’t care, Phoenix still expects Miles to. Perhaps it’s that childhood fondness bleeding into Miles’s adult life, placing a weakness in his defenses. It could be that idiotic smile, that laugh, the confidence he brings in court when he shouldn’t have any—it’s almost admirable, and Miles hates it.

Phoenix nods and thanks his friends around him one last time, and to Miles’s surprise, turns right toward Miles and starts walking up to him, that surprise and determination quickly morphing into confused annoyance.

Phoenix is upset with Miles. A thrill runs down Miles’s spine as he stands up straight, removing his fist from in front of his mouth to face Phoenix head on as he approaches.

“Edgeworth,” Phoenix greets, voice lower than Miles expected—another thrill races down Miles’s spine. “I think you ought to explain yourself.”

Miles is surprised by this—his eyebrow quirks up, and without permission, he feels his lips pull up into a subtle smirk. 

“Ought I?” Miles asks, playing innocent. “What do you mean? Don’t you have some sort of victory to celebrate?”

Phoenix’s expression balances between incredulousness and frustration, and it amuses Miles to no end. He feels his frustration fade in favor of watching Phoenix’s every move, something he often enjoys doing since they became ‘rivals’ of some sort.

“I think we should discuss this in private,” Phoenix says, tone urgent yet pleading.

“How private?” Miles asks teasingly, nodding over toward Phoenix’s colleagues across the hall.

Phoenix looks around for a moment until he zeroes in on an empty conference room. He reaches out and grips Miles’s arm firmly.

Miles wasn’t expecting that—the touch sends goosebumps all along Miles’s skin, settling pleasantly along his nerves. He hates that Phoenix has this effect on him. For all intents and purposes, he should hate him. He does hate him, except that he doesn’t, not at all.

 “Let’s go,” Phoenix demands, leading Miles into the empty conference room.

The room is small, with a big table and surrounding chairs taking up most of it. There’s a small couch in the corner of the room, as well. It’s entirely private, and Miles notices Phoenix lock the door as soon as they’re both securely inside.

Interesting.

Phoenix turns to him then, and Miles regards him with a soft smirk. It’s better than revealing how he truly feels—frustrated and admiring all in one.

Has Phoenix’s jawline always been so strong? It’s set firm as he stares Miles down, searching his eyes with his dark ones. It’d be easy to get lost in them if Miles allowed himself to—not that he ever would.

“What is it that I can do for you, Mr. Wright?” Miles taunts, as if daring him to accuse him of literally anything.

Phoenix huffs out a sigh. “Cut the crap. Why didn’t you put up more of a fight in that trial?”

Miles’s brow furrows. “How dare you. I always put everything into my cases. What makes you think I didn’t?” 

“Why are you lying?” Phoenix asks, taking a step closer. “You let me win. You helped me. Why, even alone, are you pretending it didn’t happen?”

Miles’s heart thuds. Phoenix is determined to get his answer, as determined as he is in the courtroom, and Miles feels his defenses start to waver. Phoenix is intense up close, especially when they’re all alone.

“Why do you care?” Miles asks, teetering on the emotional precipice, trying desperately not to allow his voice to waver.

Phoenix’s eyes fall on his lips, and Miles would have to be blind not to notice it. His lips part, and Miles can’t bring himself to cut the tension in the air between them, tangible and heavy like fog.

“You’re so damn frustrating,” Phoenix whispers, eyes still firmly locked on Miles’s lips.

“What are you going to do about that?” Miles taunts once more, his own eyes briefly flashing to Phoenix’s soft-looking lips.

Phoenix hesitates for just a moment, long enough for Miles to chuckle bitterly and look away. It’s then when Phoenix grips Miles’s jaw with his hand, coaxing Miles’s gaze back to him.

There’s a brief, charged silence when their eyes lock again, and Miles dares him to kiss him, in any way he can without words. Phoenix leans in quickly, lips crushing together feverishly.

As soon as their mouths meet, it’s like wildfire—quickly spreading and smoldering beyond control. A moan escapes Miles’s mouth as soon as Phoenix parts his mouth with his tongue, unable to control himself. His arms lock around Phoenix’s neck as their tongues tangle. Phoenix’s mouth is warm and wet on his and Miles feels his arousal start to betray him when Phoenix’s big hands grip Miles’s waist—possessively, he might add.

Phoenix is being possessive.

“Is this—” Phoenix huffs out between wet kisses, “—why you helped m—”

Miles cuts him off with another kiss, desperately reaching between them to unbutton Phoenix’s suit jacket. 

“Shut up and touch me,” Miles begs. 

Miles easily discovers he isn’t beyond begging at all. Phoenix’s touch sparks a need in him that no one else can satisfy. It’s been so long since he’s allowed himself to be touched like this, all by someone who shouldn’t be, and Miles is aching for it.

Phoenix backs him into the corner of the room, until Miles’s legs hit the back of the tiny couch in the conference room. Miles allows himself to fall back onto it, their lips parting only long enough for Phoenix to press his body on top of him, their legs tangling together on the much-too-short couch.

Miles can’t bring himself to care about anything else. He looks up at Phoenix, yanking his tie toward him to connect their mouths once more.

Phoenix groans against Miles’s mouth, and Miles drowns in the sound. He sounds just as desperate as Miles is, refreshingly enough, and he can’t get enough of it.

Miles’s fingers tangle roughly in Phoenix’s hair, tugging gently as they make out on the couch like a bunch of hormonal adolescents.

Miles doesn’t feel much different from one, if he’s honest.

The deeper Phoenix’s tongue is in his mouth, the more aroused Miles gets. He can feel his crotch start to throb, desperate for attention as Phoenix writhes on top of him. Miles lets out a sharp gasp as soon as he feels Phoenix’s cock pressing against the front of his pants, hard and moving just as needy as Miles is.

Their lips part for a moment as Phoenix grabs both of Miles’s wrists and pins them above his head. It’s a streak of dominance that Miles isn’t quite used to, and it’s safe to say he’s more than wet just at that alone. Miles moans fairly loud at the gesture, back arching slightly, more than willing to let Phoenix give whatever he’d like to him.

“Fuck,” Phoenix grunts in Miles’s ear, just as his hips grind against Miles’s.

Miles bites his lip as he feels Phoenix’s cock brush against his clit through his pants. It’s more than arousing, and his hips lift off the couch to feel more of it. He spreads his legs underneath Phoenix, coaxing him to grind against him more.

“Keep going,” Miles urges, fingernails digging into his own palms.

Phoenix does as he’s told, dragging his cock along Miles’s clit. Every so often, they slot together perfectly, shooting a jolt of arousal through Miles’s entire body.

Phoenix’s lips bury into Miles’s neck, mouthing and tonguing along his jugular as he grinds his cock roughly against Miles’s heated arousal. 

Miles groans as Phoenix works his neck, picking up the pace with his hips. He’s entirely at Phoenix’s mercy, and Miles loves it. The only sounds in the room are their panting, gasping, and moaning—not to mention the rustle of their clothes as they grind against each other.

“God, Phoenix,” Miles moans as Phoenix’s cock teases his clit through their clothes once more. 

It’s the first time Miles has said Phoenix’s name since they were children. Phoenix groans, hips moving erratically as he chases his own pleasure, letting go of Miles’s wrists to steady himself on the couch. The added friction does Miles no favors either, grip tight as he slides his hands down Phoenix’s body to guide his hips on just where to thrust.

Phoenix’s hips stutter after a while, and he lifts his head to look into Miles’s eyes. He must like what he sees; a few moments later, Phoenix lets out a sharp moan as he comes on top of Miles, cock rutting against Miles’s clit.

Miles hips thrust upward through it, reaching down to press his palm against Phoenix’s cock to add pressure. Phoenix moans low, grinding against Miles’s hand desperately. Miles can feel the wet spot Phoenix’s cum starts to create, and Miles feels himself fall off the edge, too.

“Ah—” Miles cries out as he shudders underneath Phoenix in orgasm, toes curling in his designer shoes.

Phoenix kisses him before Miles is finished coming, and all he can do is groan against his mouth, trembling from the high. 

Miles starts to regain feeling in his limbs the longer they kiss, sighing softly against Phoenix's lips as soon as their lips part. It’s been far too long since he’s experienced anything like this, and while his mind is starting to flurry with concern about just who he shared this with, he can’t bring himself to regret it.

“Shit,” Phoenix breathes out, cheeks thoroughly flushed. “We just…”

“Made a mess of our pants?” Miles teases, trying not to address the elephant in the room.

Phoenix rolls his eyes. “Sure, I guess we can go with that.” He peels his body off of Miles’s, sitting up on the edge of the couch as Miles does the same. He runs his hand through his dark hair. “What are we gonna do?”

Miles sits up quickly, staring at him incredulously. “What on Earth do you mean?”

“I mean, don’t we gotta… tell someone? We can’t exactly stay in court and pretend this didn’t happen—”

“That’s exactly what we’ll do,” Miles disagrees. “Besides, the trial is over anyway. No need to tell anyone. I mean it.”

Phoenix sighs. “Alright, fine. I won’t tell anyone. But…”

“We’ll figure it out,” Miles says. “I ought to head home. I obviously can’t walk around like this.” He gestures to his pants. “I suggest you do the same. You’re a bit more obvious than I am.”

Phoenix looks down only to find the growing wet stain on his pants. He groans. “Goddamn it.”

Miles snorts, standing up as he looks down at Phoenix, unable to avoid being charmed by how red his cheeks are, and how lost he looks.

It’s clear Phoenix isn’t used to this sort of thing—Miles doesn’t know how he feels about that.

“Thanks for the fun,” Miles notes. He hesitates for a moment before leaning down to press his mouth to Phoenix’s once more.

Phoenix kisses him back, albeit surprisedly. His mouth is warm and their kisses are gentle now that they’ve had their fill for now.

“We still need to talk,” Phoenix says sheepishly. “We didn’t even get to—”

“Perhaps another time,” Miles says, waving him off dismissively. “We ought to not dally in here. People saw us come in here.”

Miles heads out of the room, leaving Phoenix likely confused and more frustrated than before they decided to have their way with each other. He can’t exactly help it; it isn’t as if he wants to divulge his feelings , God forbid.

Feelings just make things more complicated than they need to be.

———

Miles doesn’t speak to Phoenix for another week—it truly seems that with the trial ending, so did their fleeting tryst. Still, Miles can’t help but think about it from time to time; the way Phoenix gasped on top of him, how his mouth felt on his neck, and how he looked when he came on top of him.

It’s useless to dwell, but Miles can’t exactly help it.

To make matters worse, the date for his next trial has been set, with the defense attorney being none other than Phoenix fucking Wright.

It seems that this won’t be the last time Miles will face him in court.

Miles doesn’t know how he feels about that, but he’s fairly certain he shouldn’t be as gleeful about it as he is.

Perhaps he’ll be blessed with more opportunities to have some fun with Phoenix once more—privately, of course. If anyone found out both attorneys on opposite sides were fucking , well... that’d be disastrous, to say the very least. 

Miles jumps when three loud knocks bang on his office door. He’d been entirely lost in thought about taking things a little further with Phoenix that he completely forgot that he was at work right now, needing to prepare his case against Phoenix’s client.

“Come in,” Miles says tiredly, ready to head home for the day.

He absolutely does not expect Phoenix Wright to be standing in the doorway to his office, looking completely out of his element. 

“Well, hello,” Miles says pleasantly, amused at how disheveled Phoenix seems to have already made himself. “I certainly wasn’t expecting you in here.”

“I mean, shouldn’t you?” Phoenix counters, taking the liberty to walk into Miles’s office, shutting the door behind him. “I take it you’ve heard who’s defending the client?”

“Yourself?” Miles asks, propping his chin in his hands against his desk. “I’m not very concerned.”

“It’s a conflict of interest,” Phoenix tells him. “Things have changed. We’re working together again.”

“What’s a conflict of interest? The fact that we…?” 

“Had sex in an office of the courthouse? Yeah,” Phoenix says. “Don’t play dumb.”

Miles waves him off dismissively. “We’ll be fine. There isn’t any conflict. We’ll do our jobs as we always do.”

“I know for a fact you let me win last trial,” Phoenix says. “Things are even more complicated now.”

“You’re thinking too much into it,” Miles promises him.

Phoenix sighs exasperatedly, surging forward to approach Miles’s desk. He walks around it to stand in front of Miles’s chair. 

Miles looks up at him, surprised at how close Phoenix decided to get. He’s immediately mesmerized at him standing tall in front of him, and it’s not lost on Miles that he’s eye level with Phoenix’s crotch.

“You really don’t think this is a conflict of interest?” Phoenix points out. “I can see the way you’re looking at me.”

Miles feels the betrayal of heat stinging his cheeks, knowing he’s likely red by now. “Don’t be juvenile… you took me by surprise, is all.”

“So, it’s fine then, if I were to…” Phoenix begins before he sinks to his knees, turning Miles’s chair to face Phoenix. 

“Oh,” Miles says with surprise. “Well, what are you doing down there?” He brushes his shoe along Phoenix’s thigh.

“Just making sure you’re not distracted,” Phoenix says smoothly, a smirk forming on his lips. “I mean, if things are normal between us, then you don’t mind me being down here.”

“I’m merely confused as to why you’re on your knees in front of me, behind my desk,” Miles says unconvincingly. “That’s all.”

“Still don’t think we have a conflict of interest?” Phoenix taunts, looking up into Miles’s eyes, his pupils blown.

It shouldn’t be as arousing as it is, honestly.

“N-no,” Miles stammers, swallowing loudly. 

Phoenix leans forward then, right into Miles’s space. He presses his lips to Miles’s thigh teasingly, and he feels a shudder travel down his spine.

“How about now?”

Miles gently drapes his legs over Phoenix’s shoulders slowly, not leaving his chair or Phoenix’s space at all.

“Of course not,” Miles whispers, voice wavering, the lie evident in his voice.

Phoenix moves his lips higher then, hovering over Miles’s crotch. Miles’s breath hitches, desperate for Phoenix to close that distance. 

“You’re lying,” Phoenix tells him pointedly, gaze fiercely locked on Miles’s, watching his every tell.

“Mmm,” Miles says. “Prove it.”

Phoenix leans in then, kissing Miles’s crotch through his pants. Miles feels the warmth of Phoenix’s breath, and the friction of his mouth against his arousal is impossible to ignore. Miles wonders what it’d be like without the barrier of clothing, and just how well Phoenix can use his tongue.

“Oh,” Miles gasps as soon as Phoenix starts tonguing Miles’s crotch through the fabric. “Phoenix… you’re infuriating—”

Phoenix smirks against the fabric of Miles’s pants just as he subtly works to unbutton and unzip Miles’s pants. He pulls away for a moment, looking up at Miles teasingly.

“I don’t see you telling me to stop,” Phoenix points out.

Miles mourns the loss of the friction against his crotch. “Perhaps I don’t want you to.”

“And you still think we can carry on as normal…” Phoenix points out as he hooks his fingers under the waistline of Miles’s pants.

Miles lets out a noise of surprise as he allows Phoenix to shed him of his pants and underwear. He doesn’t have time to feel exposed in front of him, as Phoenix immediately spreads Miles’s legs to bury his face between them.

As soon as Phoenix’s tongue laps as Miles’s clit, Miles lets out a low groan, hands shooting out to bury in Phoenix’s hair. White-hot pleasure curls around Miles and tugs, rendering him completely helpless. Any defense he had left melts away in favor of feeling more of Phoenix’s mouth.

“ God,” Miles blurts shakily, tugging on Phoenix’s hair, “don’t stop.”

Phoenix hums while his tongue starts to caress Miles’s clit, warm and wet against his arousal. He hooks his arms underneath Miles’s thighs to hold him there, and starts to pick up the pace, switching between lapping and sucking at the heat between Miles’s legs.

Miles can’t get enough of it. Phoenix’s tongue hits him just right, alternating between teasing darting and deep, intense licks that send waves of pleasure all the way to his fingertips. Miles throws his head back, moaning, completely lost in the feeling. He starts to throb against Phoenix’s mouth, and shudders when Phoenix secures his mouth to him harder and sucks at the sensitive flesh there.

“Fuck,” Miles groans loudly, unable to control the volume of his voice. He starts caressing Phoenix’s hair instead of tugging, coaxing him to keep going.

It doesn’t matter that Phoenix is his career’s opposition here . All that matters is Phoenix’s mouth and tongue, working him like he’s getting paid to.

It’s almost embarrassing how wet Miles already is, not just from Phoenix’s tongue. Every time Phoenix licks a quick stripe up the length of his clit, Miles feels himself getting wetter and wetter, like he’s begging for more with his body.

“Ph-Ph—” Miles starts, trying desperately to say Phoenix’s name and failing.

Phoenix moans against Miles’s crotch, unhooking one of his arms to slide his finger toward Miles’s wet entrance. 

Miles gasps sharply just at the teasing touch. Phoenix has barely done anything yet, and he’s already seeing stars. He yanks Phoenix’s hair this time, groaning loudly when one of Phoenix’s thick fingers pushes into his entrance.

“Fuck, please,” Miles whines, spreading his legs further in the chair, his entire body flushed at this point.

Phoenix starts to pump his finger in and out of Miles as his tongue works his clit faster and faster, curling around the aroused flesh teasingly.

At this point, Miles’s legs are thoroughly spread in his office chair, so Phoenix frees his other hand as well, unbuttoning his own pants and reaching into them. Miles looks down, barely registering that Phoenix has taken his own cock into his hand to lazily stroke as he laps at Miles’s clit, fucking him with his fingers.

The sight is too arousing. Miles throbs pleasurably against Phoenix’s tongue and finger as he watches Phoenix pleasure himself while eating Miles out. Miles can’t help but notice that Phoenix has a beautiful cock, flushed red, and Miles wonders how good it would feel inside of him.

It’s then when Phoenix curls his finger upward deep inside of Miles before adding a second finger, and Miles nearly shouts. Pleasure mounts deep within him, and he feels himself coming around Phoenix’s fingers.

“God, God, don’t s-stop—” Miles begs as he comes hard.

Phoenix keeps stroking his own cock while he licks Miles’s clit, pumping his fingers in and out of Miles through his orgasm. All Miles can do is writhe on the chair, completely at Phoenix’s mercy as he finishes him off.

Miles’s breathing starts to slow, hips returning to the chair, and Phoenix takes that as a sign to stop. He pulls his fingers out of Miles before lifting his head up. His lips are red and wet from their play, but he still smirks cheekily up at Miles. 

Miles rolls his eyes, sighing deeply, satisfied. “Shut up.”

Miles looks down and sees that Phoenix’s cock is still in his hand, and he hasn’t come yet. It’s Miles’s turn to be cocky (ha) when he returns his gaze to Phoenix’s just as he reaches down to take Phoenix’s cock in his hands.

Phoenix stands up slightly to make it easier for Miles, moaning when he starts to stroke his cock faster and faster, thumb swiping over the reddened tip before squeezing the base.

“Fuck,” Phoenix pants out, starting to thrust into Miles’s grip.

Phoenix’s cock is hot and heavy in his hand, and Miles finds himself intrigued. Phoenix makes the prettiest faces while being pleasured, lips parted as he gasps—and judging by how erratically Phoenix’s hips thrust forward, Miles knows he’s close.

Miles locks eyes with Phoenix once more as he works his cock with his fingers. Phoenix moans low, eyes fluttering closed as he comes suddenly between Miles’s fingers.

Some cum hits Miles’s bare thighs, and he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t arousing. There’s nothing quite like your rival defense attorney coming on your kiss-reddened legs. 

Phoenix fucks Miles’s fist through his orgasm before opening his eyes. He sheepishly glances at the mess he’s made of Miles’s fingers and legs, flushing intensely. He clears his throat awkwardly, tucking himself back into his pants before grabbing tissues off of Miles’s desk.

Miles watches with amusement as Phoenix takes the liberty to gently wipe the cum off of Miles. His touch is surprisingly gentle, and Miles finds himself coveting the sensation as soon as it’s gone. 

“Well,” Miles begins, blinking with surprise, “that was certainly unexpected.”

“My point still stands,” Phoenix says as he wipes his mouth with a tissue, “we’re not exactly stopping… this…” He gestures between the two of them pointedly.

“Do you want to?” Miles asks. “I won’t hold back in court if you don’t.” He smirks.

“Well, I’m not planning on going easy on you. My client is innocent,” Phoenix says. 

“Be ready to prove that, then,” Miles teases. “I look forward to it.”

“Fine, then. It’s settled.” Phoenix furrows his brow, but then watches as Miles stands up to dress himself again. “So, this… um…”

“Stays between us, if you want to keep your job, and your life,” Miles threatens, but only teasingly— mostly.

“Well, obviously,” Phoenix says. “What is this, exactly, by the way?”

“Does it need a definition?” Miles asks warily, wondering exactly what is on Phoenix’s mind. “We just need not get caught, is all.”

“Alright,” Phoenix says. “I guess… I’ll see you in court?”

“Of course.” 

Miles keeps any emotions he’s feeling under tight lock and key, but he’s almost aching to know how Phoenix feels about all of this. He knows Phoenix didn’t exactly ask to call this off, but it isn’t as if they’re doing anything other than fucking.  

Miles doesn’t know how he feels about that.

Phoenix heads for the door, albeit confusedly, when Miles moves to stop him.

“Oh, and Wright?” Miles asks, hoping addressing Phoenix’s last name will make things feel a bit more formal.

Phoenix turns around, eyebrows raised, standing by Miles’s door. Miles heads over to him, determination on his features. He grips Phoenix’s tie, pulling his lips to his own.

Phoenix makes a noise of surprise before melting against the kiss, snaking his arms firmly around Miles’s waist. Miles can’t help but enjoy the feeling, as Phoenix is strong and firm against him—warm, too—and Miles tangles the fingers of his free hand in Phoenix’s hair.  

Miles can taste himself on Phoenix’s tongue; he wouldn’t have it any other way, if he’s honest.

When their lips part, Phoenix laughs. Miles isn’t really used to hearing that—it isn’t terrible, to say the least.

“I dunno what that was for, but, uh… it was nice,” Phoenix admits. “Bye, Edgeworth.”

Miles nods. “Farewell for now.”

Miles tries to ignore the butterflies that flutter in his stomach, and fails. 

The trial next week will certainly be interesting.

———  

Miles is actually nervous when he drives to the courthouse on the first day of trial. He’s not particularly nervous about winning or losing, but instead, he’s worried about looking Phoenix in the eye while pretending they haven’t made each other come more than once.

Still, Miles has done much more difficult things than that, so he supposes pushing it to the back of his mind is the best option. He can’t help but remember the way Phoenix made him feel though, and how good his tongue felt between his legs.

Miles sighs as he parks his car in the parking garage outside of the courthouse, hoping he’ll be able to get himself together before the trial starts soon. The last thing he can afford is to look incompetent when he just lost to Phoenix previously.

Miles is incredibly early, so he’s surprised when a car pulls into the garage as well, parking into the space directly next to Miles’s.

He’s even more surprised when it’s Phoenix who exits the car from the driver’s seat; he usually doesn't drive, and Miles wasn't even certain he could, but perhaps that changed. Their eyes lock immediately despite the distance, and although Phoenix’s assistant Maya is present, Miles can’t deny the sparks between them.

Miles is surprised that Phoenix isn’t blushing, judging by the expression on his face.

“Maya, can you head inside and start prepping our first witness?” Phoenix asks distantly, eyes still fixated on Miles. “I have to say a few things to Edgeworth, here.”

Maya’s eyebrows perk up. “I mean, I don’t mind staying, you can say whatever you want—”

“Maya, please, it’s not important,” Phoenix promises. “I’ll fill you in on it later.”

Miles resists the urge to laugh out loud. He’s definitely grateful the young girl hasn’t a clue what Phoenix is actually likely about to do to him.

A thrill runs down Miles’s spine at the thought of doing anything right here, at the damn courthouse. He knows they shouldn’t be so reckless, but it’s been over a week since he’s felt Phoenix’s touch, and he’s due for a destresser, if he’s honest.

“Fine,” Maya grumbles. “You better.”

Phoenix snorts, rolling his eyes as he finally breaks his gaze from Miles to watch Maya disappear into the parking garage elevator leading to the courthouse. As soon as they’re alone again, the silence between them appears charged as Phoenix shuts his car door and walks over to Miles’s. 

“Fancy seeing you here,” Phoenix teases.

“You’re early,” Miles notes. “You’ve never been this early before.”

“You noticed?” Phoenix responds. “I was hoping to find you.”

“Is that so?” Miles taunts. “I don’t think we’ll be able to stay very long out of your assistant’s discretion.”

“What she doesn’t know won’t kill her,” Phoenix points out. “There’s no cameras in here, are there?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Miles says, trailing a finger up Phoenix’s chest. “Why, are you planning on doing something that you shouldn’t?”

Phoenix reaches around Miles’s car to open the backseat. There’s a brief silence when their eyes lock, until Phoenix surges forward to press his lips to Miles’s.

This is far more public than they’ve done before—anyone could drive right in, and catch them. For some reason, Miles loves the thrill of it. 

“Get in,” Miles urges against Phoenix’s mouth, “ now.”

Phoenix gets in the back of the car, wasting no time to snake his arms around Miles’s waist to yank him on top of him. As soon as their bodies touch, Miles notices that Phoenix is hard underneath him, already ready to go, and it has no business being as arousing as it is. 

Miles groans, grinding his hips against Phoenix’s, pausing for a moment as he reaches behind him to shut the car door. Phoenix grips Miles’s hips, keeping him firmly against his crotch, cock pressing against Miles as he surges forward to lock his lips to Miles’s neck.

Miles gasps when he feels Phoenix suck roughly on his neck. “No hickeys…”

“Mmm,” Phoenix moans against him, pulling back at Miles’s request, gently kissing his jugular instead. 

Miles gets lost in how wonderful Phoenix’s neck kisses feel. He almost wants Phoenix to mark him, to give him something to remember him by when they’re neck-and-neck in court, pretending they’re not doing this at all.

“Just a little one,” Miles decides, “under the collar— oh—”

Phoenix is already on it, gently pulling Miles’s collar down enough to suck sharply on his skin, hard enough to leave a bruise. Miles whines, gasping at the sensation, especially when Phoenix’s cock brushes against him as his hips jerk forward.

Phoenix pulls back to admire his work, smirking as he pulls Miles’s shirt collar up. “You’re gonna see this and think of me, won’t you?”

“And what if I did?” Miles says playfully, before sliding down Phoenix’s body as much as he can in the backseat of the cramped car.

Phoenix watches him slither down his body, closing his eyes the closer Miles’s mouth gets to Phoenix’s crotch.

Miles playfully starts mouthing along the length of Phoenix’s cock through his pants. Phoenix isn’t as patient as Miles seems to be; his hips lift up off the backseat of the car, desperate to feel more of Miles’s mouth on him.

“You were waiting for me, weren’t you?” Miles teases as he frees Phoenix’s cock from his pants.

“Yes,” Phoenix says a little breathlessly. “Can’t get your mouth out of my mind, ngh—” 

Miles decides to lick the slit of Phoenix’s cock, eyeing him playfully before pulling the head of it into his mouth eagerly.

“Oh, shit,” Phoenix moans loudly as Miles continues to suck on his cock.

Miles hums against his cock before taking as much of his length as he can, mouth and tongue teasing the shaft. It’s heavy and hot on his tongue, and Miles loves unraveling Phoenix like this. He sucks a few times before removing his cock almost entirely out of his mouth. 

“Did you imagine it like this?” Miles taunts, pressing tiny kisses to the flushed head of Phoenix’s cock.

“Ugh, yes,” Phoenix moans. “Miles… please…”

Miles marvels at the use of his first name, rolling so easily off of Phoenix’s tongue in the heat of the moment. Miles rewards him by slipping his cock past his lips once more, this time keeping it there. He bobs his head along Phoenix’s length, finding a rough, fast pace with his mouth and tongue.

Phoenix melts underneath him, fingers burying in Miles’s hair as he starts to thrust upward into his mouth. Miles takes a moment to adjust, not used to all of it down his throat at once, but loves the dominance that Phoenix exhibits.

On every upstroke, Miles feels the salty tang of precome hit his tongue, and Miles gathers it all, tonguing the slit on his way up before swallowing down Phoenix’s cock once more.

“Shit, yes,” Phoenix breathes out, eyes falling closed as Miles pleasures him with his mouth. “ Yes.”

Miles can’t take his eyes off of Phoenix’s face as he continues to suck him off. He’s never seen Phoenix so blissed out before—lips parted, cheeks flushed, groaning loud enough to make Miles’s ears ring.

Miles reaches up to start playing with Phoenix’s nipple through his shirt, choking a little when Phoenix thrusts a little too roughly into his mouth.

Phoenix’s eyes open to gaze at him apologetically, but Miles simply smirks at him around his length, earning another low moan from Phoenix.

“Fuck, that’s good, you’re so… good…” Phoenix babbles, yanking Miles’s hair roughly with every thrust.

Miles starts stroking Phoenix’s cock in time with his mouth, and he gasps, arching his back underneath him.

Phoenix barely stumbles over moaning Miles’s name before Miles tastes his come on his tongue as it slides down his throat. The orgasm takes Miles by surprise a little, adjusting his head to swallow it down. He moves his mouth up the length of Phoenix’s cock to gather it on his tongue right from the source.

Phoenix gently fucks his orgasm into Miles’s mouth, and Miles lets him. He moans, more than throbbing between his legs with neglect—this was, by far, the most arousing thing they’ve done yet.

“Fuck,” Phoenix breathes out once his orgasm fades, “that was good.”

Phoenix’s cock leaves his mouth with a muted pop, and Miles smirks up at him. “You’re welcome.”

Phoenix huffs out a laugh. “Come here.”

Miles raises an eyebrow as he starts to climb up Phoenix’s body once more. Phoenix throws an arm out to stop him, smiling.

“No, I mean, take your pants off,” Phoenix says, “and then come here.”

Miles’s arousal very much makes itself known again. Had he anticipated seeing Phoenix early, before trial, he would’ve brought an extra change of pants and underwear—he hopes he isn’t wet enough to stain anything yet.

Miles supposes it’s a good time to remove the risk entirely. He scoffs under his breath before sitting up to unzip and unbutton his pants, taking them off and tossing them in the front seat, away from anything that might further stain them.    

“You’re lucky I didn’t ruin those,” Miles notes. “I don’t have any extra, and the trial starts soon.”

“Well, they can’t start without us,” Phoenix points out before reaching down to pull Miles on top of him.

This takes Miles by surprise; he lets out a surprised yelp at Phoenix’s dominance, especially when Phoenix pulls him all the way up to straddle his chest, Miles balancing himself with the back of the car seat. 

“Well, hello there,” Miles notes breathlessly, looking down at Phoenix heatedly.

“Mmm,” Phoenix moans, looking down at Miles’s crotch, “looks like you’re ready for me already, hmm?”

“Look who’s talking,” Miles snaps, rolling his eyes. “It wasn’t as if that wasn’t arousing— ah—”

Phoenix pulls Miles’s waist forward so his crotch aligns with his mouth, tongue darting out to disappear between Miles’s sensitive flesh. Miles moans low when he feels Phoenix’s tongue lick from the top of his clit all the way down to his entrance, sending shivers down his spine. 

Miles arches his back, allowing himself to relax as he eases himself onto Phoenix’s mouth. Phoenix encourages this, holding him there as he laps up at Miles’s clit with deep, caressing licks.

“Phoenix,” Miles groans, starting to roll his hips forward gently to feel more of Phoenix’s tongue. He’s rewarded with more warm, wet strokes against his clit, tongue's pace quickening as Miles starts to ride his face.

Miles grips the door assist handle with one hand and the back of the seat with the other, not wanting to put too much weight on Phoenix as he starts rocking his hips forward, finding a motion to pleasure himself with Phoenix’s mouth.

Phoenix keeps Miles’s legs spread as he licks down his clit, until his tongue swirls around his entrance teasingly.

“Oh,” Miles groans, biting his lip at the tease. “God, yes.”

Phoenix rewards him by gently brushing his tongue in Miles’s entrance, earning a soft gasp from him. Miles starts shallowly fucking himself on Phoenix’s tongue, the sensation just enough to drive him wild without allowing him to come.

Phoenix returns his mouth’s attention to Miles’s clit once more, and it’s almost enough to drive him over the edge. Phoenix is quick with his mouth, unafraid to be a little messy, and the angle at which Miles grinds against Phoenix sends shivers down his spine.

“Mmf,” Miles groans, moving one hand to muffle his mouth, “don’t stop, Phoenix, ngh— ”

Phoenix chuckles underneath Miles, and the low sound vibrates against Miles’s crotch, adding to the pleasurable sensation. He picks up the pace with his hips, allowing Phoenix’s tongue to brush against that sweet spot over and over again.

Miles reaches out to steady himself once more when he feels himself start to come on Phoenix’s face, thighs trembling on either side of it while he orgasms. Phoenix licks Miles’s clit the entire time, as Miles groans loudly in the small space of the car.

Miles slides down Phoenix’s body and practically collapses on top of him once he’s had his fill, breathless for the moment, a deep satisfaction settling within him.

“Glad to know you’re as good with your mouth here as you are in court,” Miles teases. “I figured someone who makes up so much bullshit would have to be awfully good at keeping his mouth occupied.” 

“I could say the same thing to you,” Phoenix says with a snort. “Say what you want, but you backed me up last case.”

“You have no proof,” Miles says, sighing wistfully. “I almost wish I could go back home and nap now. That was entirely too satisfying.”

“I’ll have to keep you on your toes during the trial then,” Phoenix says. “Would hate for you to fall asleep on me.”

“In your dreams,” Miles says, finally sitting up. “We ought to head inside. Or, you should, and I’ll follow ten minutes later.”

“Wonder if Maya will wonder what we were doing,” Phoenix says.

“Well, you’re excellent at lying, hopefully you’ll come up with something.” Miles smirks. “Don’t forget to zip back up before heading inside.”

Phoenix looks down at his exposed crotch, and flushes. He tucks himself back into his pants, zipping them up as he sits up. He looks at the windows with surprise.

“Damn, we really fogged these up,” Phoenix notes, dragging a line through the foggy windows.

“Mmm, indeed,” Miles says. “We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

“Yeah,” Phoenix says. “Guess I’ll head back in. How ‘bout a kiss for good luck?”

Miles wants to deny him, but he can’t—not when he loves how Phoenix’s tongue feels in his mouth. 

“You’re ridiculous,” Miles says just as their lips touch.

Phoenix smirks against his mouth, deepening the kiss enough to knock Miles off his feet, leaving him breathless for more.

Miles is slow to open his eyes after the kiss, feeling the heat of flush betray his cheeks once more. 

“Good luck,” Phoenix repeats. “May the best man win.”

Phoenix checks the parking garage for any stragglers before quickly exiting the car. Once Miles is alone, attempting to shimmy his pants back up his legs in the backseat, he sighs.

“May the best man win indeed,” he says to no one in particular.

——— 

There’s one thing that Miles Edgeworth knows for certain by the end of the first day of the trial—he has developed a pretty strong weakness for Phoenix Wright.

Despite this, Miles didn’t let him even slightly gain an advantage, of course; he knows how to remain headstrong in a case, even against Phoenix’s begrudgingly clever surprise tactics. He’s relieved to discover today that Phoenix won’t give in either. He’s still just as stubborn and determined to get his client off as usual, which is almost refreshing at this point.

Still, there’s no denying the tension in the courtroom—there always has been, but this time it’s different . Miles wonders if anyone else notices the way their gazes linger, and how they keep an argument going for far longer than necessary. There’s a fire in Phoenix’s eyes, even more so than before, and Miles wants nothing more than to keep it smoldering. 

Miles is eternally grateful when the judge delays the trial for the day. While he’s never a fan of postponing a verdict, he is happy he’ll finally lose everyone’s attention for now. He isn’t used to being scrutinized when he’s preoccupied by something as ridiculous as Phoenix.

After the delay announcement, Miles collects his belongings to put in his briefcase, watching as the courtroom empties. He even watches Phoenix out of the corner of his eye speak in hushed tones to his client and his assistant. Miles wonders what he’s saying—surely nothing of merit, but he’s curious nonetheless.

Miles will certainly have to put a lid on whatever emotions he’s feeling when he watches or talks to Phoenix. It’s one thing to be able to hold up in court, and an entire other thing to find himself thinking of him when he shouldn’t be. He’s treading on dangerous territory here.

Miles’s mind wanders long enough to stall him from leaving the courtroom, despite everyone else filing out. He blinks back into reality, looking around to find none other than Phoenix alone here with him, eyeing Miles with a smirk on his face.

Miles’s heart thuds infuriatingly fast. He hates that a simple expression can have such an effect on him. He’s fairly certain Phoenix never affected him like that before—perhaps the leftover adrenaline from the trial is lingering in his system.

Still, Miles better be certain to keep his emotions locked tight and Phoenix wrapped around his finger. He gathers his briefcase and walks toward the courtroom doors, making it look as if he’s going to head out without saying a word.

Instead, when he reaches the doors, he locks them before turning around to face Phoenix, eyebrow arched as he takes in his appearance.  

Phoenix’s very obviously disappointed expression transforms to one of surprise right before Miles’s very eyes, and when he starts sauntering over to Phoenix, that surprise turns into a grin.

“You want more already?” Phoenix taunts as he pushes his chair away from the table so Miles can sit. “Starting to think you like me, Edgeworth.”

Miles silences him by straddling his lap right in the chair, hips rolling forward against Phoenix’s as their lips connect. Phoenix groans appreciatively, arms wrapping around Miles’s waist to hold him there. Miles can’t get enough of it; today’s trial melts from his mind in favor of grinding against the defense attorney’s crotch.

Phoenix is hard underneath him already—apparently he’s not very good at going without this either. Miles moans as he feels Phoenix’s cock brush against his crotch with every upward thrust, and he knows it won’t be long before he’s begging to have it inside of him.

Miles’s moan breaks their kiss, and Phoenix pulls his head back enough to look at him, pupils blown. 

“Aren’t there cameras in here?” Phoenix asks warily, slightly breathless. 

Miles doesn’t know whether it’s the outrageous expression on his face or the silly question he asked, but he can’t believe he’s attracted to Phoenix of all people . It’s somehow more arousing the more he thinks of it.

“Don’t be an idiot, I wouldn't be doing this if cameras in here were on,” Miles half-moans while laughing.

“What? It’s a valid question,” Phoenix says, laughing too.

It’s almost… fondness, what they’re sharing right now. Miles doesn’t want to think about that. He only wants to focus on the physical aspect of their relationship, and the way Phoenix’s cock feels pressing against his thigh. If he focuses too much on emotions and feelings…   this trial might not last another day.

“Shut up and fuck me,” Miles teases, lips ghosting along Phoenix’s jawline.

“God,” Phoenix groans, “kinda need your pants off for that.”

Miles sighs, feigning exasperation before he pushes himself off of him to undress. It’s certainly the first time he’s ever shed his pants in a courtroom—or any article of clothing, for that matter. 

He’s certainly been doing a lot of ridiculous things over the past few weeks.

Phoenix’s eyes travel up and down Miles as soon as his pants hit the floor, and Miles finds himself blushing. He feels ridiculous for feeling flustered over something like this—after all, they have been fucking quite a lot lately. There’s something about Phoenix’s gaze that sends a thrill down Miles’s spine, but he’d be the last one to admit it out loud.

“Do you treat all the defense attorneys like this?” Phoenix asks teasingly, his gaze still fixated on Miles—more specifically, his thighs and what lies between them. “That why your win record’s so high?”

“How dare you,” Miles says with a laugh as he straddles Phoenix’s lap once more, looking down at him tauntingly. “You’re the first opposing counsel I’ve wanted to fuck.” For emphasis, Miles continues to grind against him, both of them humming with pleasure when their crotches connect once more.

Phoenix’s eyebrows raise. “Really? The first?”

“Why does that surprise you?” Miles gasps as his hips jut forward sharply.

“I don’t know, I just figured you— oh— got around.” Phoenix’s fingers dig into Miles’s hips. “You’ve got that, like, freak in the sheets sort of vibe.”

Miles snorts. “The more you talk, the less I should be attracted to you… and yet—ah—” He grinds down against Phoenix’s cock, sighing pleasurably, “it makes you all the more desirable.”

“H-hey, I’m not complaining, mmf— ” Phoenix groans, biting his lip for a moment when Miles grinds particularly hard, “I’ll just— kick your ass in court tomorrow.”

Miles ignores Phoenix’s words in favor of grinding on Phoenix’s lap, getting lost in the feeling of the friction against his clit without clothes.

Miles feels Phoenix reach between them, his thumb gently brushing against Miles’s clit, adding to the pleasure.

“Mmm,” Miles groans, head falling onto Phoenix’s shoulder. He continues to massage his clit, driving Miles wild. “In your dreams… Phoenix, please—” 

“Try to keep it down,” Phoenix murmurs softly against Miles’s cheek, “I don’t think this place is soundproof.”

Miles grins, pressing his lips to Phoenix’s neck. “Fuck ‘em.”

“No, my plan is only to fuck you right now, sorry,” Phoenix teases.

Miles can’t help but laugh. If anyone else said something so stupid to him, especially now, he’d probably leave, but with Phoenix, it only makes him want it even more. That thought doubles down when he feels the head of Phoenix’s cock brush against his clit.

“ God,” Miles groans, embarrassingly wet even though Phoenix has barely touched him yet. “Fuck.”

“Mmm,” Phoenix responds, rubbing his cock along the length of Miles’s clit teasingly, before allowing it to brush against his wet entrance.

It feels so good, Miles doesn’t even mind the teasing. He whines against Phoenix’s neck, starting to ache to feel his length in him. He thrusts forward a little, attempting to grind himself on his cock, anything to feel more of him.

“God, you’re wet,” Phoenix whispers, “you want this so bad, don’t you?”

Miles groans a little, muffled from kissing Phoenix’s neck. He feels Phoenix line his cock up with Miles’s entrance, and he aches for it, throbbing with anticipation. He can’t bring himself to feel ashamed about how ready he is for this—not when he’s this close to satisfaction.

Miles lifts up slightly to accommodate Phoenix, and he sinks down just barely to take the head of his cock inside him. Phoenix surprises him by thrusting up into him all the way. Miles gasps sharply, pushing down so his cock is fully sheathed in him. He feels full, fingernails digging into Phoenix’s shoulder as he adjusts to the sensation.

It’s the first time they’ve fucked like this, and it’s not lost on Miles at all. There’s something so intimate about fucking Phoenix in the same room that they’re supposed to be diametrically opposed.

It’s more arousing than anything he’s ever experienced, if he’s honest.

Once Miles is adjusted to the length inside him, he starts to move, hips rocking as he fucks himself on Phoenix’s cock. Phoenix thrusts up into him, and they both find a rhythm then, gasping and moaning as quietly as they can allow themselves to.

“Fuck,” Phoenix moans, cock thrusting into Miles relentlessly.

“Mmf,” Miles moans wordlessly back, muffled by Phoenix’s suit jacket as he buries his face into his neck.

Miles chases his own pleasure, rocking up and down faster the harder Phoenix pumps his arousal into him. The grip on his hips from Phoenix’s fingers are bound to leave bruises, especially the next day, and Miles loves it. He can’t wait to present the rest of his case with Phoenix’s handprints on his hips—and no one will ever know.

“ Phoenix ,” Miles groans, the room filled with the sounds of skin-on-skin and breathless whimpers.

“You like that?” Phoenix purrs, not slowing his pace at all.

Miles can barely respond, lost in the feeling of Phoenix’s cock thrusting in and out of him. He sits back after a moment, throwing his head back as he rides Phoenix, lips parted with exertion as he closes his eyes, orgasm mounting.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” Phoenix adds, tone slightly awed, as he grips Miles’s hips even tighter to control his thrusts better.

Miles opens his eyes, locking them shyly with Phoenix’s pretty dark ones. He had no idea he was being watched, and his heart flutters with something other than exertion from their play. He tries to swallow it down, but he can’t; he feels his cheeks flush harder as he looks away, fixating on a spot on the wall instead of the man underneath him.

“Hey, look at me,” Phoenix groans, one hand leaving Miles’s hips to grip his chin, coaxing his gaze over to meet his once more.

Miles can’t bring himself to look away this time. Their eyes connect, and he gasps when Phoenix thrusts into him particularly hard. All Miles can think to do is kiss him, their mouth and tongues brushing against one another passionately.

Phoenix’s hand drops from Miles’s chin, reaching between them instead. It’s then when Miles feels fingers brush against his clit once more, starting to massage the sensitive flesh as Phoenix thrusts into him roughly.

Miles gasps sharply against Phoenix’s mouth, taken entirely off-guard; the pleasure mounts, peaking with the added intimacy and stimulation. He comes on Phoenix’s cock, groaning low as he orgasms intensely. Phoenix holds him tighter, fucking him through it as he continues to caress Miles’s clit. 

Miles breaks their kiss to catch his breath, trembling softly as he digs his fingernails in the back of his neck. He nears overstimulation, shuddering with every thrust Phoenix delivers.

“Shit, Miles,” Phoenix moans, and after several more deep, intense thrusts, it’s not long before Miles feels the warmth of cum flooding inside him.

It feels good, being filled up like this—Miles can’t get enough of it, to the extent that he knows he might be more than hurt when this tryst ‘officially’ ends. He can’t think of that now; the post-coital bliss settles pleasantly along his nerves, and he happily lets Phoenix lazily fuck his orgasm into him as his head rests on Phoenix’s shoulder.

Their hips slow after a moment, and Phoenix pulls out of him. He lifts his head and presses it to Phoenix’s, their foreheads touching as they catch their breath. It’s more intimate than Miles prepared for, but he can’t bring himself to stop—not when he’s exhausted like this. 

“Fuck,” Miles whispers, his face not even an inch from Phoenix’s. 

“You can say that again,” Phoenix says. “That was…”

“Loud,” Miles realizes, looking around them. No one has tried to knock on the door or warn them, so he hopes it wasn’t that noisy, but still—they didn’t really hold back, especially toward the end.

“Yeah… well…” Phoenix says sheepishly. “You good?”

Miles’s heart flutters again, and he feels foolish for it. “I am. And… yourself?”

Phoenix laughs. “Do you care?”

Miles wants to tell him yes, but he knows it would probably be strange for the both of them. He laughs quietly instead, leaving the question in the air between them.

Unfortunately, Miles does care—perhaps a little too much.

Miles slides off of Phoenix’s lap to pull his pants back up—he’ll have a lot to clean up now, and he’d hate to make a mess on the damn courtroom floor. They were perhaps a little more reckless than he planned to be.

“Regardless... are you alright?” Miles can’t help but ask after a moment.

Phoenix grins. “I’m great,” he says as he tucks himself back in his pants and stands.

“I ought to go clean up,” Miles says softly, almost sad that he’s leaving. It probably doesn’t help that he lives alone, and it’s been entirely too long since he’s been touched like this.

“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, huh?” Phoenix says, sounding a bit distant, which hurts far more than Miles thought it would.

It’s like they’re sort of coworkers, instead of opposing counsel, though—there’s almost a familiarity between them that Miles never expected to share.

Miles nods curtly, and heads out of the courtroom. He curses under his breath several times on the way to his car when no one is looking. As soon as he sits in the driver’s seat, he buries his face in his arms against the steering wheel, trying to ignore how the remnants of Phoenix’s orgasm feel inside of him long after he’s left.

“Fuck,” Miles groans to himself.

He’s gone way past in too deep by now.

——— 

Miles is, to say the very least, off his game— officially.

He’s grateful he has an ace up his sleeve for the last half of this trial, seeing as all he can seem to do in court is watch Phoenix. He watches him speak, bend over backwards for an objection, and question witnesses with ridiculous things. Honestly, half the time, Miles isn’t even certain how Phoenix does all of this, but he’s partially certain it’s blind luck. Still, it’s absolutely enrapturing to watch.

Miles doesn’t know if he wants to chew him out right in court or simply kiss him—perhaps both?—but Miles knows he’s not going to get very far on wit alone.

Phoenix is far too distracting for that.

Thankfully, his ‘surprise’ witness is doing Miles’s job for him. It’s endearing and amusing to watch Phoenix trip over the new information introduced in the courtroom, and, for the first time in a while, Miles doesn’t feel like he’s totally letting his infatuation get in the way of his integrity. 

When Phoenix finishes a particularly embarrassing attempt to steer the new witness away from providing a gift-wrapped guilty verdict, he locks eyes with Miles.

There’s a fire there in his eyes beyond mere occupational frustration, and it sends a chill down Miles’s spine right there in the courtroom. It’s inviting and taunting all at once. While Miles truly enjoys Phoenix’s perseverance both in the courtroom and out, he has to admit he hopes that spark in Phoenix’s eyes will inspire him out of the courtroom (or in it, just as long as no one else is in there except for the two of them).

To be more frank, Miles really just wants Phoenix to fuck him with everything that he has. It’s certainly not a mindset to bring to a legal trial by any means.

Miles has dealt with worse distractions, however. 

Perhaps.

Miles is certainly grateful when the trial is in a delay for yet another day. The ball is, surprisingly, in Phoenix’s court now, and Phoenix will really have to make an effort to get his defendant off tomorrow. Everything’s working out according to plan, and that confidence puts a pep in Miles’s step as he exits the courtroom.

Phoenix’s eyes don’t leave Miles the entire time he’s in the room.

He’s set the trap and bait, and now all Miles has to do is wait for Phoenix to pounce.

Miles heads downtown to his office, sending his secretary home for the day. He has some last-minute paperwork to file, not to mention this is a nice and secluded area, should Phoenix decide to follow through. 

About an hour passes, and there isn’t a single Phoenix in sight. Miles supposes he should head home for the evening, albeit disappointedly. He was really looking forward to some ‘time’ with Phoenix, if he’s honest.

It’s when Miles stands up and grabs his suit jacket draped over his office chair that Phoenix bursts in without so much as a knock.

Surprised, Miles’s eyebrows raise as he turns to the door, smirking when he sees just who has entered his office; Phoenix’s hair is slightly disheveled as he frowns at Miles.

“What the hell was with that last-minute witness?” Phoenix demands. “That was bullshit, and you know it.”

“I’m merely doing my job,” Miles points out. “He had a testimony.”

“You really call that a testimony? He was lying,” Phoenix says. “Thought you were better than that.”

“Well, if he’s lying, then it shouldn’t be difficult for you to prove it, hmm?”

“So what?” Phoenix says, closing the distance between them, backing Miles against the desk. “You didn’t have to make things more difficult.”

“You’re right. I didn’t,” Miles allows, still a bit smug. Phoenix still has that fire in his eyes, and all Miles can concentrate on is the arousal steadily growing inside of him. He turns around to place his briefcase on the desk. “What are you going to do about it?”

Phoenix presses his body against Miles from behind, pushing him against the desk. His cock is hard, pressing against Miles’s ass, and Miles moans . He’d been waiting for this; he braces himself against the desk, pushing his ass back against Phoenix’s cock as much as he can. He looks at Phoenix over his shoulder, desperate to show him just how much he wants this.

Phoenix groans at the pressure Miles puts against his cock. “Tell me to stop,” he whispers, bending down to brush his lips against Miles’s ear, “and I will.”

“No,” Miles whimpers. “Don’t stop.” His hips push backwards for emphasis, grinding his ass on Phoenix’s cock.

“Mmm,” Phoenix moans, teeth grazing against Miles’s ear as he reaches around him to unzip and unbutton his pants.

Miles sighs pleasurably when Phoenix’s fingers brush against his bare hips as his pants slide down his legs. He lets it happen, wanting Phoenix to do anything he wants to him.

“God,” Miles whines, “I’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”

“Yeah?” Phoenix whispers. “That why you’ve been such a little shit?”

Miles can’t help but bite his lip on a grin, groans muffled through his teeth when he feels Phoenix’s cock tease his entrance, hard and hot against him.

“Phoenix…” Miles gasps when he feels fingers massaging his clit.

The foreplay isn’t really necessary; Miles is about as wet as he can get, and he’s been half-ready for most of the day. Still, Phoenix’s fingers feel nice, and he gasps louder when one of them slips into his entrance from behind, teasing him with the ghost of a touch.

“C’mon, tell me what you want then, Miles,” Phoenix murmurs right in his ear, breath hot against him.

Miles is easily distracted by Phoenix’s finger easing in and out of him; he nearly bites his lip hard enough to draw blood as he spreads his legs further, splaying out on top of his desk.

When Miles doesn’t respond, Phoenix removes his finger, and he absolutely aches for the touches to return.

“Fuck, Phoenix,” Miles whines, gripping the desk for support. “I’m telling you to fuck me.”

“Mmm,” Phoenix groans, gripping Miles’s hips from behind as he pushes his cock inside of him slowly.

“ Ah—” Miles whines, gripping his desk tighter as Phoenix bottoms out inside of him, body fully flush against his back.

It doesn’t help that Miles has imagined this many times, but the reality is so much better. The side of the desk digs into his stomach as Phoenix pushes against him from behind, and Miles loves it. Phoenix pulls out almost entirely just to thrust his cock back into him roughly, and Miles grunts, arching his back in pleasure.

Phoenix finds his rhythm with his hips, fucking into Miles enough to push him further against the desk with every thrust. Miles digs his fingers into the desk, crumpling whatever paper is underneath his fingers—he didn’t even check to see if it was important or not.

“Fuck,” Phoenix moans in his ear, teeth tugging on Miles’s earlobe as he fucks into him hard and rough.

“Shit, just like that,” Miles coaxes, loving the waves of pleasure that roll down his spine with every rough thrust.

It’s no secret that Miles likes it a little rough—there’s something about tight grips and sharp thrusts that really get him going, and there haven’t been many people that have been willing to indulge him until now.

“ Miles ,” Phoenix moans, lost in the moment as he starts kissing Miles’s neck.

The tender touches contrast with Phoenix’s deep thrusts, and Miles loves it, turning his head to connect their mouths. He reaches back to cover Phoenix’s hand on Miles’s hips, encouraging the faster pace, spreading his legs in front of the desk as far as they can go.

As soon as their fingers lock on Miles’s hips, Phoenix breaks their kiss and pulls out of him. Miles whines at the loss, so close to orgasm that he trembles a little.

Phoenix chuckles softly at Miles’s desperation, and he gently coaxes Miles to turn around to face him. Miles obliges, albeit confusedly—he’ll do anything to feel Phoenix again.

Phoenix lifts Miles gently to sit him on the desk, and Miles won’t lie, it’s far too arousing for him to be able to lift him with such ease. Phoenix presses himself between the junction of Miles’s thighs once more, a soft, pleasured smile on his face.

“What was that for?” Miles asks breathlessly.

Phoenix doesn’t respond; he lines his cock up with Miles’s entrance again and slides it inside, and Miles moans loudly, spreading his legs to accommodate him.

“Wanted to look at you,” Phoenix answers finally, groaning when he starts a slow, even pace to thrust into Miles.

Miles can feel himself flushing at the answer, closing his eyes as he slides his hand up the plane of Phoenix’s chest. He’s far more toned than Miles gave him credit for originally. He locks his arms around Phoenix’s neck finally, moaning right into his ear the more Phoenix fucks him.

The angle that Phoenix’s cock thrusts into him proves to be too much. Miles’s toes curl in his shoes as they’re wrapped around Phoenix’s waist, knowing there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from coming at this point.

Miles digs his nails into the back of Phoenix’s neck. “I’m—I’m going to— Phoenix— ”

Miles cuts himself off with a sharp cry, coming hard on Phoenix’s cock. He shudders, gasping against Phoenix as he fucks him deeply through his orgasm.

“Mmm,” Phoenix groans, holding Miles tightly through it.

Miles can tell by the erratic roll of his hips that Phoenix is close as well, and it’s not long before his hips stutter completely. Phoenix comes inside of Miles, moaning his name as he does it. Miles receives it gratefully, gasping when he nears overstimulation.

Phoenix’s hips slow before pulling out of Miles. Miles hums at the loss, despite feeling completely satisfied. He lets out a soft sigh as he takes his time to disentangle himself from Phoenix, limbs feeling a bit like gelatin.

Phoenix tucks himself back into his pants, zipping them, before gripping Miles’s chin. Their eyes lock, holding Miles’s gaze hostage as Phoenix searches his eyes.

“Did I hurt you?” Phoenix asks, with nothing but concern.

Miles’s heart constricts tightly in his chest. “Of course not,” he promises. “That was… more than perfect, thank you.”

Phoenix’s eyebrows raise as he drops Miles’s chin. “Was that… was that a compliment? I’m shocked.”

“Shut up,” Miles mumbles, avoiding his gaze. “I’m surprised you care.”

Phoenix frowns. “Hey,” he says, “just to clear the air, of course I care about you. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t.”

Miles knows they’re encroaching on very dangerous territory here—one misstep, and Miles might say something he’s truly feeling.

“You’re a sap,” Miles whispers.

“It’s the truth,” Phoenix says. “Even when you drive me up a damn wall in court…”

Miles laughs bitterly. “Something tells me you enjoy it.”

Phoenix shrugs. “I’m up for the challenge.”

“Mmm.” Miles swallows nervously. “I ought to head home. Trial starts an hour earlier tomorrow.”

“Should be over by the end of the day,” Phoenix says. “Anything I should know about?”

There’s plenty of things Phoenix should know about, none of which have to do with the trial tomorrow. Miles sighs, hoping to push those feelings to the back of his mind. They’re irrelevant, and he hopes they always will be.

“No,” Miles says with some amusement. “No tricks this time. I wish you all the luck.”

“I won’t need luck.”

Miles shakes his head, albeit fondly. “You often do.”

“Not this time,” Phoenix says.

“Perhaps you’re right,” Miles allows, voice soft.

“Hey, are you sure you’re okay?”

Miles knows he’s not being subtle here, if even Phoenix can sense it. He has to head out of here before he makes things awkward. Feelings have no business in this.

Still, he can’t help but surge forward to place a soft kiss on Phoenix’s cheek. It’s far too intimate, and Miles regrets it as soon as he does it, but his lips tingle where the warmth of Phoenix’s skin touched.

“I’m fine,” Miles promises, tone a bit more confident as he slides off the desk.

Phoenix is quiet as he watches Miles dress, and he starts laughing out of nowhere. Miles frowns, looking up at him in confusion.

“What?” Miles asks, self-conscious.

Phoenix reaches out to cover Miles’s neck with his collar. “They’re still there—the marks I left,” he says.

Miles feels himself flushing for some strange reason. It doesn’t help that he sees those marks every time he showers or looks in the mirror. They remind him of Phoenix, and how sometimes Miles almost wishes he was there, if only to hear what silly thing he’d say next.

“They certainly are,” Miles says.

Phoenix touches them underneath the collar. “They look good on you.”

“Only because you left them, I assume,” Miles teases. “I like the reminder every now and then.”

Phoenix raises an eyebrow. “The reminder of what?”

“To have fun, if only once in a while,” Miles says with a soft smile. “I will see you tomorrow.”

Phoenix smiles, nearly brightening the room. “Uh, happy to help.” He snorts. “See you, Miles.”

Phoenix didn’t call him Edgeworth outside of sex, for the first time in a very long time. Miles hates that he immediately notices.

“Have a pleasant evening, Phoenix.”

The look of surprise on Phoenix’s face is worth it alone. Miles heads out of his office, still feeling the remnants of their play inside him.

When Miles gets home and pours himself a glass of wine, he sighs. 

It’s terribly lonely to fall in love with someone who will never truly understand how much they mean to you.

———    

It happened in a flash.

One moment, Miles had a tight, firm grip on this trial. He had it in the bag. He knew exactly which arguments and points to make to sway the jury in his favor. Phoenix didn’t have a chance.

Yet, knowing Phoenix’s client is innocent, knowing how much justice means to Phoenix, and remembering just how good it feels to see Phoenix smile—somewhere, Miles slipped.

The words ‘not guilty’ ring in Miles’s ears once more, and he’s not even disappointed. He’s not upset that his record as a prosecutor is all but in the garbage at this point. He is, however, glad that he can see Phoenix breathe that sigh of relief, knowing he did his job well enough.

All it took was just a little push, a little help on Miles’s end, and the trial was in the palm of Phoenix’s hand.

Will Phoenix even want to see him after this? Now that the trial is over, and the excitement is bound to fade, will Miles just be a part of Phoenix’s past?

Miles isn’t used to feeling so expendable.

Miles crosses his arms over his chest, watching Phoenix quietly rejoice in his new victory, until their eyes lock. Phoenix seems confused, and Miles doesn’t want to indulge him. He nods before looking away, grabbing his briefcase and rising to head out the door.

Miles feels Phoenix’s eyes on him, but he doesn’t look back. If he’s going to sulk about this, he ought to make it convincing enough. Several reporters ask Miles about the verdict, but he ignores them in favor of heading to his office. This trial may be over, but there are dozens more waiting. 

Miles sends his secretary home again after she bids him sympathy for the loss of the trial. Miles is grateful, but waves her off. The loss was necessary, despite what it means for Miles.

Miles is about to head into his office, when the door swings open. Phoenix rushes forward as soon as he ensures they’re both alone, and kisses Miles fiercely.

Miles makes a noise of surprise, but melts against him, all his sadness and reminiscing lost in favor of holding the man in front of him, lips soft and warm against his. Phoenix slips his tongue into Miles’s mouth, easily parting his lips, and he feels the familiar curl of arousal once more.

“In the office,” Miles murmurs hurriedly, “—windows out here.”

Phoenix nods, backing Miles into his office door without looking. Miles reaches behind him, feeling for the door handle to open it as they both tumble inside his office clumsily.

It’s strange to think that they were just in here doing something similar not even 24 hours ago. It’s absolutely maddening how quickly Miles craves more of Phoenix always.

Miles groans softly when Phoenix pushes him against the door once they’re both safely inside. His arms lock around Phoenix’s neck, and he gets lost in the kiss once more.

A throat clears from behind Phoenix, deeper in Miles’s office, that definitely is not either of them.

Miles stiffens, panicking slightly as he shoves Phoenix off of him. Confused, Phoenix looks at Miles expectantly until he sees the expression on Miles’s face.

Miles, looking over Phoenix’s shoulder, can see Detective Gumshoe clearly leaning against Miles’s desk, flushing a little as he stares at the both of them with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” Miles groans out loud for an entirely different reason now.

Phoenix whirls around to face Gumshoe as well, and he lets out a sigh of defeat.

“I knew you two were up to something,” Gumshoe says, and then laughs nervously. “Didn’t know it was this , but…”

Miles pinches his nose with his fingers. “Please. Forget you saw anything.”

“I dunno if I can do that, um...”

“We’re just, uh. Releasing frustration…?” Phoenix attempts, shrugging.

“Please,” Miles mutters, effectively hushing him. “What is it that I can do for you, Detective?”

“I just wanted to say thanks for helping Mr. Wright out with the trial,” Gumshoe says. “We’re narrowing the real suspect down, so… it’s great that you helped get that poor girl off who was framed.”

“Does no one believe I could have done it on my own?” Phoenix mutters.

Gumshoe shrugs slightly. “Eh.”

“Perhaps if you were against anyone other than myself,” Miles allows. “No need to thank me. I didn’t decide the verdict.”

“You did help me,” Phoenix says. “Admit it.”

“I can’t. I would lose my career,” Miles says. “Therefore, I haven’t any idea what you’re referring to.”

Phoenix rolls his eyes, but smiles. “Got it.”

“Anyway,” Gumshoe says. “Should I say congrats?”

“ No,” Miles says sharply. “Forget you saw anything, I don’t know how many times I can tell you that.”

“Working on bleaching it from my mind as we speak,” Gumshoe promises. “I guess we can talk about this later.”

“Perhaps the wisest choice,” Miles says. “Oh, and Detective?”

Gumshoe pauses before opening the door. “Yeah, Mr. Edgeworth?”

“Please… don’t tell anyone what you saw. I will reveal it… in due time.”

Phoenix raises his eyebrows. “You will?”

“I can’t have this leaking without my knowledge. It will end my career,” Miles says, sighing. “I best prepare to answer for this. If they can prove a conflict of interest… I might face jail time.”

“You won’t,” Phoenix blurts. “No one has to know.”

“Look, you won’t hear it outta me,” Gumshoe promises. “That being said… it might be best to be honest about this kind of thing. Wouldn’t want you swaying a trial one way or the other.” He looks at Miles pointedly.

“I will take care of it, Detective, thank you,” Miles says tiredly.

Gumshoe nods. “See ya.”

As soon as they’re alone once more, Phoenix puts a hand on Miles’s shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he says earnestly. “I shouldn’t have been so eager.”

“We were both reckless, no point in taking blame,” Miles says. He looks over at Phoenix. “For what it’s worth, I don’t really regret it.”

“I’d say me either, but… our careers…”

“Yours will be just fine,” Miles says. “If anyone is under discretion, it will be me. I was the one who lost, after all.”

“I’m not gonna just sit here and let this happen,” Phoenix says. “I’m sticking with you. Whatever you will face, we’ll face it together.”

Miles looks at him incredulously. “Why would you do that for me?”

“I mean, we were both being stupid about this. This wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for me, so… we’re going to weather that storm together. I won’t have you losing your job over this. We can say we didn’t start this until today, after the trial was over. No one can prove otherwise.”

Miles sighs. “It’s best not to lie. Besides, losing my career as a prosecutor… might have its benefits.”

“What do you mean? You love being a lawyer,” Phoenix points out. 

“Being a lawyer doesn’t always entail prosecution,” Miles says.

The gears seem to turn in Phoenix’s head then, eyes lighting up. “I mean… you could work with me. We could start a firm together, me and you,” he offers. “That door is always open, Miles.”

Miles’s heart flutters at the use of his first name once more. “I’m… uncertain that’s the best idea.”

“Why not?”

Miles can’t exactly tell him the truth here. Working alongside someone you’re in love with can prove to be a very bad idea. Conflicts of interest are just that—conflicts.

“We have a history,” Miles says vaguely.

“Never stopped us before,” Phoenix says with a laugh. “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“That’s not what I mean,” Miles says, starting to close in on himself.

“So, tell me what you mean. We can get past anything. Pretty sure of that now more than ever,” Phoenix says. “You don’t gotta be so cryptic all the time.”

“Damn it, I’m not being—” Miles sighs, growing frustrated. “Apologies.”

“Why won’t you talk to me? You can screw me, but not talk to me?” Phoenix asks, hurt evident in his tone. 

Miles didn’t exactly want to hurt Phoenix, but perhaps it’s for the best—Miles isn’t exactly going to come out of this without a broken heart. He should have ended this a long time ago, but he couldn’t bring himself to. A clean break might be necessary for Miles to come out of this with his dignity intact. 

“That’s not what I mean,” Miles says quietly. “You’re not…”

“I’m not what? Important to you? I get that, I’m well aware. I thought, y’know, stupidly, maybe whatever weird thing we were doing would change that. I thought maybe offering you a job with me would at least help you, even just as friends, but I know you don’t think I’m worth your time. Next time we’re in a trial together, why don’t you stop pitying me and let me win on my own?”

Miles’s eyebrows raise, surprised Phoenix could get this blunt. “You think I don’t want to be close to you?”

Phoenix avoids his gaze angrily, staring at some sort of spot on the wall from the looks of it. “I know you don’t. It’s obvious from the way you’re trying to head for the hills. You always do, especially after we remotely share something even close to, I don’t know, intimacy? You immediately bail.”

“That’s… not true,” Miles lies weakly.

“Yeah? Prove it,” Phoenix says. “Tell me when you ever stayed.”

Miles feels tears stinging at his eyes, embarrassingly enough. “I can’t.”

“Yep. Tell me why.”

“Because I haven’t stayed.” Miles’s tone is sharp—frustrated. 

“Why?”

“Because I love you!” Miles blurts. “Are you happy? I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you. Ever since you made a fool of yourself in that damn courtroom, ever since you asked me I was alright, ever since you touched me… this stopped being just ‘fun’ for me since the first time you kissed me. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t, but… I can’t work beside you and pretend I’m not in love with you. I could barely hold myself together in trial today. I thought it’d be you that would cave, but it was me, and I’m embarrassed about it. I know you don’t feel similarly. I know this was merely fun for you, but I—” He blinks a tear away. “I let myself get carried away, because I’m a fool. This was a bad idea from the start, but I’ve made even more of a mess of it regardless.” 

Phoenix is quiet for a moment, and Miles nearly cringes, bracing himself for the impact of rejection, or maybe even ridicule. He stares at a loose thread on his pants, unable to face Phoenix, like the damn coward that he is.

Miles feels pressure on his chin. Phoenix forces him to look up, their eyes locking, and more tears spill out of Miles’s eyes—tears of embarrassment more than anything else.

“You love me?”

“Shut up. Don’t make me say it again,” Miles says, swallowing thickly.

“You seriously don’t think I love you?”

Miles searches the pretty brown of Phoenix’s eyes confusedly. “What?”

“Of course I love you. You’re frustrating, brilliant, and the biggest pain in my ass, but I’ve never not loved you, Miles. I hope you know that. You have no idea how badly I wanted to take you home and hold you after we were…” he looks over at Miles’s desk with a smirk, “y’know.”

“You don’t have to lie to me,” Miles says. “I don’t need your pity.”

“God, for the smartest man I know, you really are an idiot,” Phoenix teases, and he leans forward, capturing Miles’s lips with his own.

Miles swallows his sadness to indulge in the kiss, melting against him. Phoenix wraps his arms around him, holding him close, and Miles grips him tightly, clawing at Phoenix’s suit jacket as if it would make him stay.

“When I say together, I mean together,” Phoenix says. “You won’t get rid of me unless if you send me away. So tell everyone, tell no one, but I’m not goin’ anywhere. Quit your job, don’t quit your job and kick my ass in court, work at my firm instead… whatever you choose, I support you. And I love you.”

Miles blinks, unsure what to say. He hadn’t anticipated this outcome at all, and the way Phoenix continues to hold him makes him feel foolish, like he’d overreacted to a situation that wasn’t even true to begin with. 

“Why didn’t you say something?” Miles asks.

“Why didn’t you ?” Phoenix points out as he laughs. “Doesn’t matter. We go from here.”

Miles sighs, shaking his head fondly. “Kiss me again.”

“Now that I can do,” Phoenix says, reaching out to cup Miles’s face as he captures his lips with his own.

This kiss is different, soft and sweet. Phoenix lets Miles take the reins, allowing him to brush his tongue into Phoenix’s mouth, showing him all the love he’s felt so intensely over the past few weeks. 

When their lips part, Miles sighs, resting his head on Phoenix’s chest. “I hate you.”

Phoenix chuckles. “You’re cute. Oh, I wanted to ask you something.”

Miles pulls away, looking at him with confusion. “What’s that?”

“Can I take you to dinner?” Phoenix asks sheepishly, cheeks slightly flushed, grinning that crooked grin of his that Miles has come to truly adore.

Miles bursts into laughter, shaking his head fondly. “I really thought you’d never ask.”