Fanfic: "Not Again" (Phoenix/Miles)
„Edgeworth...“
„No.“
There was silence and for a moment, he tried to pretend that the other man had gotten up and left him alone.
„Miles.”
Thus the illusion was broken, but Miles didn’t open his eyes, regardless.
“Go away, Wright”, he told the voice above him, and just to make himself clear, he added: “Leave me alone.”
He heard a sigh, and then he believed he felt that someone stepped on the railway tracks, moving close beside him.
“So you’re not joking again, huh?” The voice was calm, almost indifferent, but not annoyed, either.
Miles’ eyes snapped open.
“Wright, I don’t know what you plan to achieve here!”
The man was scratching his head through this impossible blue beanie and not even looking at him. This was not how Miles had expected things to happen.
“I thought you read the note”, he said, almost accusingly. Phoenix nodded and smiled at him, though Miles could swear there was something ironic in this smile.
“Miles Edgeworth chooses death, right?”
The prosecutor stared at him in disbelief. Here he was, the uncomfortable metal of the railway tracks in his back, and all Phoenix was doing was quoting the wrong letter. How could Phoenix not take this seriously?!
“That was not what I wrote to you”, Miles said with a frown and proceeded to ignore him. If this was all what Phoenix had to say, now that he finally had had the decency to even come here, he wouldn’t let him turn this into a charade - or a joke, as Phoenix had put it.
“Are you pouting?”
Miles stared at the grey sky above him, still determined to ignore this man with all his might, although his deepening frown was probably giving him away.
“Wright, if you’re here to humiliate me, I would prefer if you’d just leave-…”
Suddenly, his view was blocked by a blue beanie on a very familiar head, although he could never get quite used to this ridiculous stubble on Phoenix’s chin.
He glared at him, but before he could get out a scolding “Phoenix”, the man’s lips were on his, kissing him as if they were at home on a couch and not lying on a railway track - in public, even, although Miles had, of course, chosen a place where he’d be alone.
For a moment, the prosecutor was too stunned to react, but when Phoenix’s mouth moved down to his throat and his stubble was scratching Miles’s cheek, the prosecutor found his voice again.
“Phoenix! Get off- I- what do you think that you are doing here?!”
And Phoenix, this impossible man, just smiled at him.
“Well, if it isn’t obvious now, I have to give you a better hint.”
Miles clenched his hands on the other man’s arms when he felt his hand sliding down, slowly as if there was no rush at all, and then - Phoenix couldn’t possibly be doing this - there was a pressure between his legs.
“Phoenix!”, he hissed, “You can’t- stop it- I-“, there was desperation building up in him, and anger at Phoenix who just refused to be troubled by the fact there could be a train coming any minute, who didn’t seem distressed by his note at all, who wasn’t taking anything serious, “I- I am trying to commit suicide here!”
Phoenix stopped only to look him in the eye.
“Well, last chance to have some fun, then.”
And they were kissing again, this time with more force, and Phoenix was working him through his trousers and Miles could only vaguely wonder when he had become this hard that it was impossible not to moan embarrassingly loud against Phoenix’s mouth.
Then, suddenly, just when he’d stopped any form of protest and his thoughts were in a daze, there was a swift movement, and Phoenix got up. Miles lay there and looked up to him, breathing heavily and still trying to process what had happened.
“Phoenix…”, he started, his voice way too shaky for his own comfort and he knew that his cheeks were burning.
The ex-attorney held out a hand to pull him up.
“Come on”, he just said with a grin. “We better finish this at home.”
With a sigh, Miles sat up, and took the hand that was offered to him, although he couldn’t look at Phoenix. His cheeks were still feeling awfully hot.
“You really have no decency.”
When Phoenix pulled him up, the prosecutor let him lead him away, and for a while, no one was saying a word, until they finally reached the station and Miles couldn’t take it anymore.
He took a deep breath. “Listen, Phoenix-“, he was not sure if he should apologize or scold the other for behaving so inappropriately, but Phoenix interrupted him anyway.
“Miles, just do me a favour and don't try that again. The joke’s really getting old.”
The prosecutor frowned at this, but as Phoenix had a point here, he could hardly object.
„No.“
There was silence and for a moment, he tried to pretend that the other man had gotten up and left him alone.
„Miles.”
Thus the illusion was broken, but Miles didn’t open his eyes, regardless.
“Go away, Wright”, he told the voice above him, and just to make himself clear, he added: “Leave me alone.”
He heard a sigh, and then he believed he felt that someone stepped on the railway tracks, moving close beside him.
“So you’re not joking again, huh?” The voice was calm, almost indifferent, but not annoyed, either.
Miles’ eyes snapped open.
“Wright, I don’t know what you plan to achieve here!”
The man was scratching his head through this impossible blue beanie and not even looking at him. This was not how Miles had expected things to happen.
“I thought you read the note”, he said, almost accusingly. Phoenix nodded and smiled at him, though Miles could swear there was something ironic in this smile.
“Miles Edgeworth chooses death, right?”
The prosecutor stared at him in disbelief. Here he was, the uncomfortable metal of the railway tracks in his back, and all Phoenix was doing was quoting the wrong letter. How could Phoenix not take this seriously?!
“That was not what I wrote to you”, Miles said with a frown and proceeded to ignore him. If this was all what Phoenix had to say, now that he finally had had the decency to even come here, he wouldn’t let him turn this into a charade - or a joke, as Phoenix had put it.
“Are you pouting?”
Miles stared at the grey sky above him, still determined to ignore this man with all his might, although his deepening frown was probably giving him away.
“Wright, if you’re here to humiliate me, I would prefer if you’d just leave-…”
Suddenly, his view was blocked by a blue beanie on a very familiar head, although he could never get quite used to this ridiculous stubble on Phoenix’s chin.
He glared at him, but before he could get out a scolding “Phoenix”, the man’s lips were on his, kissing him as if they were at home on a couch and not lying on a railway track - in public, even, although Miles had, of course, chosen a place where he’d be alone.
For a moment, the prosecutor was too stunned to react, but when Phoenix’s mouth moved down to his throat and his stubble was scratching Miles’s cheek, the prosecutor found his voice again.
“Phoenix! Get off- I- what do you think that you are doing here?!”
And Phoenix, this impossible man, just smiled at him.
“Well, if it isn’t obvious now, I have to give you a better hint.”
Miles clenched his hands on the other man’s arms when he felt his hand sliding down, slowly as if there was no rush at all, and then - Phoenix couldn’t possibly be doing this - there was a pressure between his legs.
“Phoenix!”, he hissed, “You can’t- stop it- I-“, there was desperation building up in him, and anger at Phoenix who just refused to be troubled by the fact there could be a train coming any minute, who didn’t seem distressed by his note at all, who wasn’t taking anything serious, “I- I am trying to commit suicide here!”
Phoenix stopped only to look him in the eye.
“Well, last chance to have some fun, then.”
And they were kissing again, this time with more force, and Phoenix was working him through his trousers and Miles could only vaguely wonder when he had become this hard that it was impossible not to moan embarrassingly loud against Phoenix’s mouth.
Then, suddenly, just when he’d stopped any form of protest and his thoughts were in a daze, there was a swift movement, and Phoenix got up. Miles lay there and looked up to him, breathing heavily and still trying to process what had happened.
“Phoenix…”, he started, his voice way too shaky for his own comfort and he knew that his cheeks were burning.
The ex-attorney held out a hand to pull him up.
“Come on”, he just said with a grin. “We better finish this at home.”
With a sigh, Miles sat up, and took the hand that was offered to him, although he couldn’t look at Phoenix. His cheeks were still feeling awfully hot.
“You really have no decency.”
When Phoenix pulled him up, the prosecutor let him lead him away, and for a while, no one was saying a word, until they finally reached the station and Miles couldn’t take it anymore.
He took a deep breath. “Listen, Phoenix-“, he was not sure if he should apologize or scold the other for behaving so inappropriately, but Phoenix interrupted him anyway.
“Miles, just do me a favour and don't try that again. The joke’s really getting old.”
The prosecutor frowned at this, but as Phoenix had a point here, he could hardly object.