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Early Morning---(Edgeworth/Phoenix fic)

Early Morning

Rating: R, borderline NC-17

Warnings: slight spoilers for Apollo Justice (ie Phoenix's status), one dirty sex scene.

Author's Notes: This fanfic is brought to you by me being inspired by The Gambler and listening to one too many Britney and Girls Aloud songs (I apologize for my music taste.) I also apologize for my writing style (this story made me hate my writing) and any grammatical errors encountered in this fic. One thing I was worried about while writing this was whether I got their personalities right, Edgeworth in particular. Criticism is encouraged.

IMO, there should be more Edgeworth/Phoenix fics. For once, let Edgeworth take control.


Miles Edgeworth couldn’t sleep. He had continuous bouts of insomnia since he arrived in the States a week ago, and it bothered him. How else would he prosecute if he couldn’t stay awake while pouring over paperwork let alone a trial? Understandable if he was prosecuting a major trial; his current case, a simple misdemeanor, was nothing to stress about. An easy case, but the lack of sleep made it difficult for him to concentrate. As he lay in bed, he blinked his aching eyes and stared at the stucco ceiling.

He touched his sweaty forehead as he breathed allowing himself to meditate and possibly drift off to sleep. The other hand rubbed his bare, muscular belly. He wore only his pink silk pajama bottoms, no blanket covering his body. His chest rose with his breathing. One eye snuck a peek at the green lit alarm clock on his nightstand.

2:12 AM.

“Damn.” He let out a deep breath.

Closing his eyes, he thought of pleasant things as his head lay on the expensive down pillow. Five minutes of trying passed, and he sat up in frustration. He turned on the nightstand lamp blinking his eyes as the bright light temporarily blinded him.

He pulled up his pink pajama bottoms as it hung loosely around his waist. He stood up and headed toward his bedroom window. Scratching his smooth chest, Edgeworth’s finger lifted a window blind. The streets were busy on an early Friday morning, the typical LA nightlife. People walked to and fro on the sidewalk below his window. Taxis honked their horns while sport cars revved up as they crossed a green traffic light. Bars and nightclubs remained open and will do so until five AM. The music from those establishments clashed together in an uneven melody.

Why not a walk?

He pulled down his pajama bottoms, exposing his gray boxer-briefs, and flung on his desk chair as he headed to his closet. He crotched down, opened a dresser drawer, and pulled out a pair of magenta dress pants. As he stood up, he picked out an ironed white shirt along with a pink argyle sweater to go on top. He tossed those clothes on the bed as he put on his pants. He reached for a bottle of cologne from his dresser and lightly sprayed it on his chest, rubbing it on his body. After putting on his shirt and sweater, he took a final look in the mirror. He didn’t look too disheveled or tired. Glancing at a sleeping Pess, he grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

One step outside, and he felt the cool breeze. The temperature was a blissful 70 degrees. Edgeworth hung his head down, his hair dancing to the wind, as he walked the littered streets of Los Angeles. Various kinds of people passed him by: a pair of jovial college girls, a drunken business man coming out of a sushi bar, and a paparazzo ready to pounce at the first sight of a celebrity coming out of the latest nightspot. Edgeworth kept to himself, his hands in his pockets juggling the keys inside. His eyelids started to droop. Perhaps the walk was all he needed.

He stopped in front of a busy lounge. A couple of people entered and exited. A security guard stood outside, his bulky arms folded in an act of defiance. But something about the place made him stop as if an internal force tried to drag him into the establishment. The music sounded like someone pounding on random keys. Why would someone hire a mediocre piano player? He couldn’t tell the song, but whatever it was it sounded like pseudo jazz music.

The strange siren call of a melody drew Edgeworth into the place. After showing his driver’s license to the security guard, he entered the place filled with people from all social circles. Cigarette smoke permeated the air as well as the faint smell of boozed breaths belonging to people passing him by. The place was dark, unusually dark for a lounge. Minimal lighting was everywhere. The bar looked reputable, but shady at the same time.

Regardless, he sat down on one of the bar stools searching for the musician of the odd piano music as well as noticing two twenty something girls staring at him from a distance. He gently smiled at them all the while looking around him for the music. One of the girls laughed nervously.

“What will it be, sir?” a bartender of college age asked.

Edgeworth looked behind him seeing various bottles of alcohol thinking a drink high in alcoholic content will speed up his drowsiness; not too high for he needed to walk home. He spied a bottle of Scotch, “I’ll have a Scotch Royale please.”

The bartender walked away preparing the drink. Edgeworth searched around the lounge for the mysterious piano player for whom he was captivated with. His train of thought was interrupted when the bartender placed the drink on a coaster. Edgeworth gave the man twenty dollars.

“Keep the change.” He said. The bartender smiled, stowing away the twenty dollar bill in his shirt pocket.

Edgeworth’s eyes focused on a piano player wearing a blue beanie hat, a gray sports hoodie with blue stripes along its sleeves paired with dirty slacks. A cigarette hung loosely from his lips, dimly lit. The man looked handsome even in dirty looking clothes. A bottle of what looked liked wine rested on top of the piano with a half full glass cup beside it. Some people crowded around him. Despite the soft melody, the song was heard through the patrons’ loud conversations. Edgeworth sipped his glass of Scotch Royale enjoying both the taste of the beverage and the sights of the mysterious piano player. Something about him perked Edgeworth’s interest for the man reminded him of an old acquaintance.

The song was over. Claps were heard, and some people placed dollar bills in the tip jar. The piano player gave a courteous smile. The smile seemed familiar to Edgeworth as he continued to stare, rocking his cup of Scotch Royale. The man placed a cover on the piano keys, took his glass, and headed towards the bar carrying his tip jar.

Edgeworth eyes followed the piano player as he walked towards the back of the bar to a man next to a cash register. A transaction was made along with a cheery conversation to which the piano player laughed. The laugh also seemed familiar. Edgeworth took in a big gulp of Scotch Royale. He wanted to meet this man, the man whose erratic beats he fell in love with.

The mysterious piano player got his share of the tips and placed it in his wallet. He then commence to sit on a bar stool with his glass in hand far away from where Edgeworth was sitting. The same bartender who served Edgeworth asked him the same question. The piano player refused.

Edgeworth couldn’t take his admiring eyes off of him. The piano player sipped from his glass not noticing the appreciative glare from a man some distance away. Suddenly, a cell phone chime to the tune of “The Steel Samurai” sounded. The man picked up and started talking. He turned towards the direction of where Edgeworth was situated, but didn’t notice him. The first major glimpse: slight stubble, piercing blue eyes, a trademark hairstyle tucked underneath his blue beanie…

Edgeworth almost dropped his glass, “Phoenix?”

His former courtroom rival hung up the cell phone placing it in his pocket. Edgeworth finished the drink and placed it on the bar.

He walked towards Phoenix in a confident stride. Phoenix swished his glass of grape juice. His nose smelled the sweet scent of the grapes as a smile grew on his face, eyes closed. Phoenix was lost in thought, staring at the bartenders making drinks, contemplating matters.

Phoenix’s meditation was interrupted by a single hand slamming on the counter. His eyes glanced over, studying the manicured nails, the semi-dryness of its skin, and the large fingers. Noticing the pink sleeve, Phoenix’s eyes darted to its owner. Immediately, he recognized the man in the pink ensemble.

“Phoenix Wright.” Edgeworth said in his familiar serious tone.

Phoenix came face-to-face with his former rival, blue meeting gray. He deeply sighed before putting his head down as a finger played with the rim of his glass. He bit his lip before letting out a small laugh. His head shook as Edgeworth sat beside him with a small frown on his face.

“Long time no see, Wright.” Edgeworth flashed his famous smirk, the one Phoenix secretly loved during their courtroom battles together.

Phoenix swirled his glass, “What brings you here? A man like you wouldn’t be in a seedy place like this.” He drank from it.

Edgeworth laughed, “Insomnia. Is playing the piano your job now?”

“You could say that.” Phoenix’s palm rested on his forehead, scratching it through the beanie. He felt the start of a headache, “I didn’t want you to see me this way, Miles.”

“I heard about what happened to you when I was overseas. Imagine my surprise when I found out you got disbarred for forging evidence. How could you do such a thing, Wright? I tried calling you because I wanted to help you, but the phone line was disconnected. I assumed you moved elsewhere,” Edgeworth paused and then added, “Sorry for what happened.”

“It’s okay.” Phoenix looked at Edgeworth with determined eyes, “I’ve survived.”

Phoenix sipped the grape juice from his glass even cracking a smile, “I remember our last meeting at the airport. You left for Germany, right? It’s always Germany.” He gave a strong glance at Edgeworth.

“I came back a week ago. I guess I still have jet lag because I haven’t been sleeping in days.”

“Poor Edgeworth. I’ve not forgotten about the times we had. I don’t know if I’m glad at my circumstances, but it’s nice to meet again after all this time.”

Phoenix looked beyond Edgeworth to see the impatient manager motioning him by pointing at the piano to play another tune. Apparently, some requests were made for more music. Phoenix held up his hand signaling for a few more minutes of downtime. Edgeworth looked back to see the grumpy middle aged man storming off to his office at the back of the lounge.

“Need to go back to work, Wright?”

“He wants me to play another song.”

Edgeworth held out his hand, “In that case, nice meeting you, Wright.”

Phoenix’s confused face flushed,” That’s it? We haven’t met in years and now you want to leave?”

“You need to go to work.”

Phoenix scoffed, “I don’t need to that badly. I thought we were going to talk, share what we’ve been up to like old times.”

“This isn’t old times, Wright. Sorry if I intervened while you were working. I’ll see you sometime.”

Phoenix stared at his friend’s hand. Phoenix reached out his and shook with a strong grip on Edgeworth’s hand.

“I hope to see you again, Miles. I missed you.” Phoenix whispered the last sentence. He gripped Edgeworth’s hand tightly.

Edgeworth let go of Phoenix’s grip, and started to walk towards the exit of the bar, his head down as he looked at the messy floor. He stopped, and looked behind his shoulder. Phoenix finished the last of his drink wiping away the liquid from the corners of his lips. Some of the grape juice was on his fingers as he licked them. His tongue reached over and wiped the corner of his lips.

Suddenly, the flood of dirty memories filled Edgeworth’s mind, memories long ago since past starting from their first courtroom battle to the small conversations afterwards. It was through those minute conversations that their friendship blossomed into a romantic relationship. Edgeworth thought about those forbidden nights he had with Phoenix, those nights where he physically professed his love. Edgeworth closed his eyes, and he heard the faint sounds of Phoenix’s pleasured moans---their last sexual encounter coming back full force. His breathing soon became erratic as his heart beat faster. A warm feeling began to fill his insides, the same warmth and yearning he felt when he was intimate with Phoenix. That warm feeling soon traversed south.

Alcohol fuelled passion or not, Edgeworth turned around slowly. His devious eyes strongly focused on Phoenix as he continued to lick his fingers. He smiled faintly when he soon noticed the sudden shadow hovering over him. As he looked up, Phoenix suddenly was pulled upward where his lips met Edgeworth’s. A hand held and caressed the back of Phoenix’s head. Edgeworth tasted the remaining drops of grape juice on his lips. Phoenix opened his mouth so that Edgeworth’s tongue could slip in a French kiss. The stubble on Phoenix’s face scratched into Edgeworth’s clean shaven face. Their breaths interlaced as their eyes exuded the same fervor for each other.

Their lips separated. Phoenix used his tongue to taste the remaining evidence of their kiss. Edgeworth wiped the side of his lips with a finger then bringing it to his lips. He blushed as his breathing stabilized.

“Couldn’t let go of the past, Miles?” Phoenix chucked, “I thought so.”

“Where’s a place where we can be alone?” Edgeworth whispered into Phoenix’s ear as looked around him wondering if people noticed their smooch. He placed a hand on Phoenix’s own.

“A private place? So, not only are we feeling sentimental, but we’re also horny. I like that.” Phoenix gave a conniving smile.

“You know me, Wright. I’m blunt when it comes to my desires.” Edgeworth’s lips dangerously close to Phoenix’s.

Phoenix stood up from his bar chair and whispered into Edgeworth’s ear, “There’s an employee restroom in the back. Come with me.”

Phoenix’s hand grasped Edgeworth’s as he led him towards the back of the establishment. The hallway was dark as Phoenix opened the single employee restroom. He turned on the blinking florescent lights. The place had the faint smell of cheap magnolia air freshener, the garbage filled to the brim with paper towels and other trash. The place looked clean although considering it was a restroom, it wasn’t the most sterile place to have sex.

Phoenix locked the door keeping his eyes on Edgeworth.

Edgeworth’s eyelids became half lidded as he looked around the restroom. If he was going to have sex, it had to be immediate. Phoenix rested his back on wall seductively smiling as he waited for Edgeworth’s next move.

Phoenix leisurely unzipped his hoodie revealing a surprisingly crisp white T-shirt. The golden locket hung around his neck tapped gently on his chest, but kept the wearing the hoodie. His hands braced the restroom wall, prepared for Edgeworth’s assault. As a mating call, Phoenix swung his hips to the music from the bar, his piano playing skills replaced with someone else’s. Phoenix’s hands moved to his belt buckle. He teasingly unhinged the belt, his eyes focusing on his lover.

Edgeworth licked his lips in anticipation as his footsteps resonated walking towards his former rival planting a kiss on his cheek before moving on to his lips. His hands held on to Phoenix’s own preventing him from furthering taking off his pants. Edgeworth placed his hands on the wall as he kissed Phoenix’s face and lips. Their tongues clashed, transferring saliva. The piano jazz music from the outside dictated the tone of their kisses. The kissing became passionate with every second. Edgeworth’s crotch grinded into Phoenix’s which caused him to buckle and moan.

“I want you…” Edgeworth said in between kisses, “I need you in me…”

“Give in to your desires, Miles.”

Edgeworth’s hands massaged Phoenix’s chest, fingers teasing his nipples through the thin shirt. He pinched one causing Phoenix to groan loudly. Edgeworth lifted his shirt, kissing his chest in short kisses. The tiny chest hairs ticked Edgeworth’s lips as he sucked on one nipple. It hardened into a tiny bead in his mouth as his fingers rubbed the other one. He flicked his tongue on it as his hands rested the bathroom walls. Phoenix’s body craned upward, hitting his head on the porcelain tiles. He bit his lip and moaned as he felt Edgeworth’s hands move to Phoenix’s hips.

Edgeworth’s lips slid down Phoenix’s chest painfully slow. He wanted Phoenix to remember and place in his long term memory every trace of Edgeworth’s teasing lips. One of Phoenix’s hands rested on Edgeworth’s head feeling its smooth and soft strands. Edgeworth was on his knees.

Nimble fingers unbuttoned Phoenix’s jeans. Edgeworth pulled them down exposing Phoenix’s blue striped boxers. Edgeworth’s nose nuzzled the erect outline of Phoenix’s bulging penis, feeling the heat radiating from it. He placed a wet kiss on the head. Teasing kisses along its shaft, Edgeworth’s hands planted themselves on Phoenix’s hips.

Phoenix grunted, “Christ, Miles. Blow me already.”

Edgeworth’s eyes shot up. He continued to tease with one slow lick along Phoenix’s clothed penis which caused more groans of pleasure issuing from his lips. Phoenix began to feel his temperature rise. Edgeworth blew his hot breath on Phoenix’s genitals, allowing the already bulging member to rise to his lips.

Enough foreplay, Miles thought as he finally pulled down Phoenix’s boxers.

His erect penis saluted him as Edgeworth’s lips touched the head. He gave it a gentle kiss before licking the pre-cum from the tip. A thumb rubbed the tip of the head where the slit was, stimulating it further. Phoenix sighed as he lolled his head back. Soon, Edgeworth’s tongue slid up the shaft, his eyes on Phoenix’s blushing, flushed face. The intensity of Phoenix’s moans rose as Edgeworth swallowed and sucked on the head. One hand gripped the base of the penis as his lips slid up and down the shaft. Edgeworth lips made small slurping sounds as it puckered around the rigid penis. He gave a long lick along the underside of the member. One hand played around with Phoenix’s testicles, massaging it.

“Ahh…” Phoenix groaned softly again hitting his head on the wall again. His flustered face looked down. Beads of sweat dripped down his face landing on chest. He felt at any moment he was going to let go.

Edgeworth licked the side of Phoenix’s member still looking at his accomplice with lust. Edgeworth’s finger rubbed the tip of the penis feeling a mix of saliva and semen. With that, he once again swallowed the head. Phoenix’s hand petted Edgeworth’s hair, twirling strands of gray like a spinner’s wheel between his fingers. Phoenix’s breathing became shorter and shorter---the start of an orgasm ready to commence.

A passionate yell came from Phoenix’s lips as he ejaculated into Edgeworth’s mouth with Phoenix’s body jerking. He braced himself trying not to fall to the floor as his breathing normalized. Edgeworth swallowed Phoenix’s semen as the hot liquid went down his throat. He took the penis out of his mouth, smacking his mouth as he swallowed every last drop. Edgeworth gave a single kiss on the head, lifting Phoenix’s boxers and pants before standing up and meeting his lover eye to eye. Edgeworth licked the side of his mouth as he stared at Phoenix. His blue eyes soften.

Edgeworth nestled his face on Phoenix’s neck making sweet little kisses. A warm smile lit Phoenix’s face, “Beautiful,” He said under labored breaths, “You haven’t lost your ability to make me melt.”

“It’s been so long, Wright.” Edgeworth said also under heavy breathing, “Just like the old days.”

Phoenix chucked, “I thought you said this wasn’t like the old days, Miles. I can’t remember the last time you gave me a blow job.”

Phoenix held Edgeworth tighter, “Wait, I remember. I was working on a case. I don’t remember what it was about, but you came into my office one day. It was late afternoon and Maya left for the day. We hadn’t seen each other in days, and I guess the separation got to us and you dragged me into the bathroom,” he laughed, “My pants were pulled down. I was nervous because I was afraid that my only suit was going to get stained. You giving me one now reminded me of those special nights together. It’s like we haven’t separated. You remember that, Miles?”

No response came from Edgeworth.

“Miles?” Phoenix said.

A snore sounded. Phoenix turned his head towards Edgeworth. He was sound asleep, his lips resting on Phoenix’s neck. Phoenix sighed.

“Aw, come on, Miles. I was expecting mind blowing sex from you.”

Edgeworth softly breathed, disturbing Phoenix’s delicate hair strands, as Phoenix nudged his shoulder, “Miles…wake up.” Phoenix whispered in Edgeworth’s ear.

“Huh?” Edgeworth looked at Phoenix confused. His eyes were drowsy from his slumber, “Did a miss something?”

Phoenix laughed, “No, you fell asleep. I guess giving me a blow job made you sleepy.”

Edgeworth hugged Phoenix even tighter. Edgeworth’s head rested on Phoenix’s shoulder. It was clear he couldn’t stay awake.

Phoenix nudged Edgeworth again. He looked up at Phoenix’s calm blue eyes.

“I’ll take you home. Same apartment, right?”