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It all starts on a Friday night, Miles coming home to the Wright apartment—an apartment that he himself virtually lives in, more or less. He opens the door to come face to face with Trucy leaving the apartment.
“Oh!” Trucy says, jumping a little at his appearance, “I didn’t know you were on your way home.” And the way she says such a thing—that this is his home as much as it is hers or her father’s—makes him pause for a moment, a slight heat rising to his face.
“Ah, yes. Your father has been getting on my case a bit about not working extra hours—said something about leaving at a “reasonable time.”’ He explains, his lips twitching slightly. “Speaking of which,” His eyes glance around the living room for any sign of Phoenix. “Where exactly is he? I had expected him to be here by now.”
“Oh, Daddy went to do some investigating for the case! He said he had a breakthrough and ran out.” She grins, a twinkle in her eye. “You know how he gets.”
He lets out a huff, crossing his arms. “I cannot believe that I’m expected to work normal hours while he himself refuses.”
Trucy gives him a pointed look. “Daddy never works outside office hours unless he’s on an active case. You, on the other hand—are a whole different story.” Her look softens. “Papa—” She starts, making Miles’s heart melt a little at the term, “Why don’t you…I don’t know…relax? Lie down for a bit! Watch some of your favorite shows! Read that Steel Samurai fanfiction you think we all don’t know about—”
Miles starts to splutter. “I—What—”
“My point is,” Trucy says, smiling gently at him, “that Daddy is right. You deserve to take a break.”
Miles takes in what she said, finally letting out a sigh of defeat after a moment. “I suppose you’re right.”
Her smile breaks into a grin. “I’m always Wright.”
Miles rolls his eyes and fights off a smile, his lips twitching minutely. “Where are you off to, anyways?”
“It’s movie night at Pearly’s place!” She smiles radiantly, a slight pink tinge to her cheeks. “I have to introduce her to all the movies she missed out on as a kid.”
He raises a brow; a knowing look on his face. “Very well. You know your father’s rules, if you stay past—”
“—Past ten, I need to text either him or you by the hour, I got it, really Papa!” She exclaims, waving a hand. “Can I go now?” She gestures to him, eyebrow quirking up, “You’re kinda in the way.”
Miles lets out an amused puff of air, moving aside and letting her through. “Have fun, Trucy. Say hello to Miss Fey for me.”
“Will do, Papa!” She says, practically skipping out the door. “Don’t forget to relax! Bye!”
Miles shakes his head fondly as he closes the door, locking up. He finally goes to put his belongings down in the room he stays in with Phoenix, taking off his work clothes to change into more casual wear. He ends up picking out one of Phoenix’s T-shirts that he’d never wear in public yet is comforting in the privacy of the Wright residence.
It even smells like him, a traitorous thought echoes in his mind, causing him to freeze. Is he really this clingy, longing after a man he hasn’t properly seen in just a few days?
He goes to lay down on the bed, the comforting scent even getting stronger, surrounding him. Miles practically melts into the mattress.
Well. It’s not as if anyone is seeing me be this way. I’m here alone, after all, he muses, getting more comfortable on the bed with a satisfied smile.
He grabs his cellphone from the side table and scrolls on it for a bit, sighing here and there. Yes, it’s nice to be out of work early for once, but it’s hardly a good time if he’s all alone.
Still, he supposes there’s things he can do to pass the time. Things that he doesn’t get to do as often, whether it be because of work or spending more time with the Wrights. Trucy’s words repeat in his head.
“Read that Steel Samurai fanfiction you think we don’t know about—”
If he’s to be entirely truthful, it isn’t a bad idea in the slightest. He knows he would be teased mercilessly (although lovingly) by Phoenix if he were to know, but Miles supposes he isn’t here, so he should feel free.
Making a decision, he pulls up archiveofourown.org on his cellphone browser, and goes into the quite familiar Steel Samurai fandom category. He filters for his favorite relationship (Steel Samurai/Evil Magistrate, of course) and other tags he would like to see before he finally hits the search button and starts browsing through.
He ends up scrolling through a little bit, looking through various summaries and plots, marking some of the longer ones for later. While he knows he has some free time, he is aware that Phoenix will probably return if he were to pick a longer story, knowing his luck. Miles wouldn’t hear the end of it if he were to be caught.
Finally, something catches his eye.
The Evil Magistrate’s breath becomes shaky as the Steel Samurai draws closer, like a predator towards prey. His back is against the wall and there’s nowhere to turn, but Magistrate is aware enough to realize that he wouldn’t want to.
Steel is finally inches away from his face, his breath ghosting upon Magistrate’s lips. It takes all the self-control he has to not tremble.
“Tell me the truth,” Steel begins, voice with a delectable rasp, “You just want to be used, don’t you? Used as nothing but my plaything; just something to exist solely for my pleasure.”
This time, the Evil Magistrate cannot stop his body from quivering, melting at the idea of it all.
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After discovering one of Magistrate’s kinks, Steel is happy to indulge.
Miles’s throat instantly becomes dry, his stomach swirling with a pleasant heat, arousal making him twitch down below. He recalls the initial misunderstanding between him and Phoenix that happened a few weeks prior, which, while made his heart ache for the turmoil he had unintentionally put his beloved through, had quite a…memorable outcome.
It was quite the experience, Miles thinks, his pulse quickening just by the memory of it. I cannot recall a time where my climax was that…potent.
Safe to say, Miles knows at this point he likes this particular fantasy quite a bit. He widens his legs slightly, having a feeling about what this reading session is bound to turn into. Finally, he clicks the link to the story, and begins reading.
Like a majority of explicit fanfictions in the fandom, there’s not much of a plot. Just as the summary says, the Evil Magistrate discovers he wants to be used like a toy for the Steel Samurai’s pleasure.
While it should be humiliating to succumb in any type of way for his rival, Magistrate finds he cannot rid the idea from his mind. The very notion of Steel using his body in ways fit to pleasure himself, to fill Magistrate to the brim with his very essence—it makes his mouth water.
Miles is already achingly hard, his cock straining in the sweatpants he’s wearing. He remembers when he first felt the exact same way, on the phone call when Phoenix first let that comment slip; the comment that started it all. And then when they had finally used that type of thinking and language in the bedroom—it was intoxicating. It’s just so refreshing, so exhilarating to think of himself as just a plaything of Phoenix, to let Phoenix use him as such.
He continues reading on, hand drifting lower and lower to his groin.
“Admit it—” Steel says quietly, his voice gravelly and sending a thrill down Magistrate’s spine. He’s inches away from Magistrate’s face, saying these things into his ear. “You desire to provide me pleasure, any time I see fit. You desire to melt underneath my touch. You desire to be spread out for me and me only. You desire for our bodies to be melded into one.”
Steel leans even closer, lips grazing against Magistrate’s ear. He shudders.
“You desire to be mine in every possible way.”
The dam finally breaking, the Evil Magistrate turns his head to capture the Steel Samurai in a heated kiss.
Miles starts palming himself through his pants, needing some relief. He continues reading.
The Magistrate is laid out, bare, with his legs spread. Once again, in any other situation, this would be humiliating—dehumanizing, even. But that is not the current case, not with Steel.
Steel lines himself up with Magistrate’s entrance, his length slick with oil. “Are you prepared to become mine and mine alone?”
The Evil Magistrate groans at the very thought. “P-Please.”
The Steel Samurai lets out a dark chuckle. “And here we are. Who would have thought the Evil Magistrate would beg?” With that, Steel enters inside his body.
At this point, Miles pulls himself out of his sweatpants, stroking himself while he reads the rest of the story.
“Who would have i-imagined,” Steel pants out, thrusting into him at a steady pace, Magistrate moaning with the powerful movements. “That we would both end up h-here, my most feared enemy trembling—ah, ah—beneath me?”
Still, as affected as the Evil Magistrate is, he will not go down without a fight. “B-Bold of you to believe—oh, gods—that this is me trembling.”
Steel barks out a laugh that quickly turns into a moan. “Ha! Is that a challenge?” The Steel Samurai then starts bucking into him at a ruthless pace, making the Evil Magistrate see stars. “You’re nothing but a hole to be filled, to be filled by me,” he growls out, and Magistrate lets out a sound that he will be sure to deny later.
“Such a needy hole for me, just a plaything for me to use and fill,” Steel moans out, continuing his harsh movements.
Miles starts stroking himself at a quicker pace, feeling a familiar sensation in the pit of his stomach.
“I’m going to use you whenever I want—” Steel continues, pounding into him, “—going to keep you laid out, open, bare for me—just so I can fill you at any given time.”
“Ah, ah—” The noises are escaping him out of his control now, too desperate for release to care how he sounds. “Please, please—”
“I’ll take you to bed, over and over and over—” Steel leans down to trail searing kisses down his neck. “Fill you up with so much of my cum that you’ll be practically drowning in it—”
The Evil Magistrate can’t help the long, drawn-out moan that leaves him.
Miles feels the coil tightening, he’s close, he’s so close—
“Such a shame,” The Steel Samurai drawls out, slowing his thrusts and ignoring the frustrated noise that the Evil Magistrate makes. “Such a shame that you cannot bear children, hmm?”
Miles stills, brows furrowing into confusion. Where is this going?
Magistrate tries his best to look confused, even in the throes of pleasure. “W-What—?”
Steel leans over to nip at his ear before he continues. “I would stuff you so full,” Steel leans back and moans, his mouth wide open, “Stuff you so full of my cum that you would surely be carrying my child by the end of it.”
Miles’s eyes grow impossibly wide.
As unexpected as Steel’s comment is, what’s more unexpected is how this makes the Evil Magistrate howl.
Steel quickens his pace once again, snapping his hips desperately. “Mmm, yes—” His hands wander over Magistrate’s body, settling on his stomach. “I gather you enjoy this fantasy? The very thought of me filling you to the very brim with my seed and gifting you with a child?”
“Yes, yes—” All self-preservation from humiliating himself is long gone, the only thing remaining in his lust filled mind is to take, take Steel’s cum, take his child—
“You would look so very stunning, your belly swollen with our creation—” Steel’s thrusts become frantic. “I’m close, going to fill you with my seed, going to stuff you so full, going to give you a child—”
Magistrate feels Steel’s hand start pumping his cock quickly and he moans, “Oh, yes! Fill me, stuff me so full of your cum that there’s no question I’m with child, make me—
Throat unbelievably dry, Miles scrolls up to the top of the story to check the tags, scrolls back down, and leaves a single comment.
“For future reference, please tag this with all appropriate kinks for the story.”
He then exits the website and shuts his phone off with a click, setting it down beside him on the bed.
That was…certainly something.
Miles should just forget that this occurred. He should completely ignore what happened and simply move on with his day. Any logical, self-respecting person would do so.
Except—
Except, Miles is still aroused.
Yes, the story had taken quite the unexpected turn, but the more he thinks about it—while it is a bit unusual—it’s not something that’s necessarily off-putting to him. The story had been extremely well fitted to his specific interests before that point, the language the Steel Samurai had used reminding him of Phoenix’s words, weeks ago. There were certain moments where the author emphasized how the Evil Magistrate longed to be filled, filled with the Steel Samurai in every possible way imaginable.
Certain memories flash in his mind.
“Just a—fuck—just a little fucktoy for me to fuck and fill with cum—”
“Fuck, Miles.” Phoenix curses out, “Just a needy hole. Just a fucktoy that I can come in over and over again, fill you to the brim—fill you until you’re about ready to burst, fill you with my cum—”
“Inside,” Miles begs, “Please come inside me—”
Miles coughs. Perhaps the Evil Magistrate isn’t the only one.
Regardless, Miles thinks, ignoring the heat in his cheeks, I can perhaps see the connection some may make to this particular fantasy if such sentiments are shared.
Furthermore, even though it would be far from possible for those with similar genitalia as him, he can acknowledge there’s a certain amount of…intimacy to this particular fantasy. After all, what could possibly be more intimate than the idea of creating new life together with another? To become as close as two people could ever be? To be aware that there’s physical evidence of the love two people both share for each other?
As soon as he thinks such a thought, his cock twitches.
Oh.
Oh dear.
Miles’s mind is reeling with the realization. He likes this. He likes this, quite a bit.
There’s a part of him that wants to hide it—part of him that wants to run from it, despite the fact he’s completely by himself. He supposes he could just try to forget about all of this, to keep it locked in a box in his mind and throw away the key.
But the voice of his beloved rings through his mind.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of your fantasies, okay? You’re right—they are just fantasies, and we don’t have to act on them if you don’t want to—but you shouldn't feel ashamed just by having them, alright?”
The tension in his body seems to melt instantly, feeling a sort of comfort just by remembering his partner’s words. He’s allowed to explore his fantasies, and he is not a bad person for doing so.
It’s just like him to be able to provide comfort for me, even when he’s not physically here, Miles muses, a soft smile on his face. But now, since Phoenix is already in his mind, his thoughts roam. What would it be like to be with Phoenix in such an intimate way? To have physical proof of their love—of their undeniable connection? How would it feel to be united together as one with Phoenix, to be as close to him as one could possibly get to another human being?
How would it feel to carry Phoenix’s child?
Miles can’t help the groan that escapes past his lips, clutching the bed sheet with his fists. He’s extremely hard now, his cock aching between his legs. His hands are twitching to touch himself to finally get a sense of release, but he still hesitates.
This—this can’t possibly be alright.
Why? A voice inside his head says that sounds suspiciously like Phoenix, Why wouldn’t it be okay?
Because—because it’s, Miles struggles internally to find any other reason, it’s extremely odd.
Okay. And he can imagine his partner quirking up an eyebrow and giving a gentle but knowing smile. So?
What do you mean, “so?”
You said it’s weird. Okay, so what? Are you hurting anyone? Is it actively harming yourself or those around you?
Well, no—
He can imagine blue-brown eyes looking at him softly, patiently. Then why is it a problem?
The internal voice trying to fight this quiets down.
You’re allowed to have fantasies, Miles. It doesn’t make you a bad person.
With that, he starts to agree. He’s not doing any harm. It’s just a fantasy, and after everything he’s been through, he’s allowed to have that.
Miles reaches down and starts stroking himself, eyes fluttering shut. He imagines Phoenix fucking into him with an intense passion—something beyond the need of release, beyond pleasure, beyond love. He imagines Phoenix pounding him into the mattress with an animalistic urge, the need to fill him in his entirety—the need to breed him.
A choked off moan leaves his mouth as his head dips further into the pillow, leaning back from the pleasure of it all. He was already quite aware that he tends to salivate over the idea of being filled with Phoenix’s release, but the added meaning to it increases the intensity. How many times would Phoenix come inside him? How many times would he have to come inside Miles for it to take?
Miles groans, loudly and openly, and he supposes it’s a good thing he’s alone. He quickens the pace of his hand, fucking into his fist, already feeling a coil of pleasure within him. All prior feelings of shame and hesitation are long gone, leaving only the thoughts of being filled by Phoenix, having Phoenix come inside him over and over and over—until he’s near to bursting, until he’s filled to the brim, until he’s pregnant—
A whimper escapes Miles. He’s never felt this amount of urgency when pleasuring himself, not until today. Not until this fantasy.
Desperate for the need of release, he tries to recall some of the dialogue from the story, tries to imagine what it would be like if—
“I would stuff you so full,” Phoenix leans back and moans, his mouth wide open, “Stuff you so full of my cum that you would definitely be carrying my child by the end of it.”
“Please,” Miles utters out, begging to no one, “Please, Phoenix—”
“I’ll fill you to the brim, Miles, I’ll keep filling you over and over—”
He’s close. He’s so, so close.
“I’m so close—gonna fill you with my cum, gonna stuff you so full, gonna get you pregnant—”
And Miles is coming with a cry, cock jerking in his hands and cum staining the shirt he’s wearing. It’s powerful. Exhilarating, breathtaking. He continues stroking himself through the aftershocks, faintly trembling from the intensity of such an orgasm.
He eventually runs dry, his chest heaving from the magnitude of it all. Miles rests his head into the pillow, trying to catch his breath. He lays there for a bit trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Well. That was certainly a discovery. He wishes at that moment that there was a certain body next to him in this aftermath. Hopefully Phoenix will be—
And just like that, the name that had given him such comfort earlier makes shame and guilt crawl up his spine in an instant. What would Phoenix think of all this?
Part of him is logically aware that Phoenix would most likely be supportive of him, yet the fear is still creeping up within him, with what if after what if repeating in his mind. What if Phoenix didn’t like it? Obviously, that would be more than fine, as they don’t have to share all of their interests together. But what if Phoenix found him…odd? Strange? Off-putting? Disturbing? After all, it’s certainly not a common fantasy. Even those who are capable of getting pregnant often don’t have kinks like this. What does this say about him?
Is there something wrong with him?
These thoughts flow freely throughout his head for a while, a sense of dread settling in the pit of his stomach. Distantly, he remembers the shirt that he’s currently wearing is ruined and goes to pick out something else to wear.
That blasted story, Miles thinks while searching through the dresser. He’s about to pick up another one of Phoenix’s shirts, before the guilt stops him. Picking up one of his own sweaters, he puts it on. If it hadn’t been for that story, I wouldn’t have…
Miles is so caught up in his thoughts that he doesn’t hear the door open.
When Phoenix returns home, he’s in a pretty good mood. He made a breakthrough with his current case, found some new evidence, already started writing down some arguments he could make during the trial, and he got a text from Trucy saying that Miles was already home, so he couldn’t wait to see his partner, hopefully taking a well-deserved break.
He’s humming some sort of song from a musical absentmindedly as he unlocks the door to the Wright apartment. “Honey, I’m home!” He exclaims theatrically, eyes scanning the living room for Miles. The room is empty, making him frown.
Huh, Phoenix thinks, he must be in the bedroom then.
Phoenix walks to the bedroom, opening the door. “Hey, Babe. How—”
Miles—sitting on the edge of the bed—jumps at Phoenix’s appearance, making him jump in return. “Woah—”
“Apologies,” Miles says distractedly, clutching at one of his arms, “I hadn’t noticed your arrival.” And immediately, Phoenix notices something’s off. There’s something off in his voice, his attitude, and posture. Miles won’t even look him in the eye for more than a few seconds.
“Hey,” Phoenix says softly, face creasing in worry. He takes a seat next to Miles on the bed, touching his shoulder. “What’s the matter?”
Miles tenses at his touch, making alarm bells go off in Phoenix’s head. While Miles hadn’t been the most touchy-feely person when they had first gotten together, he’d gotten more and more comfortable with it as things went on. Phoenix retracts his hand with an ache in his heart.
The other man is still quiet, not looking at him, gray eyes focused on the floor.
Something must be really bothering him.
“Babe?” He asks gently, voice coming out soft and quiet. “C’mon, talk to me. Please?”
Still, silence.
“What do you need from me right now? Do you want me to leave?”
Miles shakes his head instantly, croaking out “No.”
Phoenix nods. “Okay, I’ll stay. If you want to hold my hand, you can, but I noticed you tensed up before when I touched you, so I didn’t want to force it.” He flips his hand over the bed, palm-up, open and inviting. “We can sit here for a bit, no rush. Whenever you’re ready, Honey.”
They sit there a moment, and there’s a gnawing pain in Phoenix’s heart. He hates when he feels like he can’t help, hates feeling useless.
He tensed up when I touched him. He hasn’t done that for a while. What if he’s mad at me about something? What if I did something wrong? What if I—
His thoughts are interrupted as he feels Miles tentatively take his hand. Phoenix starts stroking his thumb on Miles’s hand and sees some of the tension fall from his shoulders.
“Phoenix,” He utters out quietly after a moment, “May I ask you something?”
His response is immediate. “Anything.”
Miles takes a steadying breath before continuing. “A few weeks prior, when I had found you after my trip—” Phoenix feels something like embarrassment sink into him. “—you feared that I would leave you due to a fantasy of yours, correct?”
A long sigh escapes him, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. Yeah, I did. I know it doesn’t make sense now, but at the time I really thought I screwed up. I felt like I was gross and disgusting for even thinking those things.” His eyes trail hesitantly over Miles. “Why?”
Miles finally looks at him and Phoenix sees fear in them.
“I believe I know now what you had experienced,” Miles says simply, and Phoenix’s heart cracks.
“Oh, Miles. Honey.” He removes his hand from Miles’s to rub his back soothingly. “I would never. Remember what you said to me? You said you wouldn’t leave me over something like that. The same goes for me.” Phoenix turns his body so that he’s more directly facing Miles. He takes both of Miles’s hands. “Can you look at me? Please?”
Gray eyes look into blue-brown ones after a brief moment.
“Miles,” Phoenix says gently, “I love you. I’m in love with you, and I can’t really start seeing myself as anything but that. Hell, I’ve been chasing you from grade school.” His lips quirk up slightly. “I went to law school, for you.”
There’s a quiet, amused huff from Miles. “Quite the sacrifice.”
Phoenix presses on. “A sacrifice I’d take over and over again.” He takes one of his hands and cups Miles’s cheek. Miles leans into the touch, closing his eyes. “You were worth it, Miles, you are worth it. These—” The words get caught up in his throat, him getting a little choked up. “These have been some of the happiest moments in my life, sharing them with you.” His thumb strokes Miles’s face, and he sees gray eyes open back up, looking at him intently. “I know how it feels. I’m not going to say that your feelings aren’t valid, because they are—but I’m here to make sure you know how much I love you, and a fantasy, kink, fetish, whatever—isn’t going to change that.” He pauses. “And Miles? I’m proud of you. I’m proud of you for exploring yourself, because I know how hard that can be for you.”
Miles closes his eyes again, taking a shaky breath.
“And let me make this clear: Whatever this is? Doesn’t make you disgusting. It doesn’t make you a horrible person. You’re allowed to have fantasies.”
Phoenix watches Miles swallow, before a soft, rueful smile appears on his face. “Darling—” His voice comes out thick, full of emotion. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
Phoenix beams back at him. “Easy. You just existed.”
Miles rolls his eyes good-heartedly. “Sap.”
“You love it.”
Miles’s smile shifts into something happier, fonder. “Yes. Yes, I suppose I do.” He leans over to kiss Phoenix, soft and gentle, which Phoenix returns in kind.
“Thank you, Love. I’m not certain if I’d be able to tell you what exactly the fantasy is at this moment, but I will keep your kind words in mind for the future.”
“Of course,” Phoenix says, and he truly means it. It’s up to Miles how to proceed. “Whatever you decide, I’ll be here.”
They stay like that for a bit, gazing into each other’s eyes. Eventually, Phoenix’s stomach rumbles.
“Hah, I guess I’m hungry, didn’t really grab lunch.”
“Phoenix,” Miles scolds. “Ridiculous man. Here you claim I don’t take care of myself when you forget to tend to your own needs.”
“Hey! I didn’t forget, I just.” Miles raises a brow. “P-Put it on the back burner, for a little while.”
Miles hums, unamused.
“Well, Darling. Love of my life, moon to my stars—”
“What, Phoenix.”
“Will you,” Phoenix says, cadence similar to as if he were proposing, “do me the incredible honor of helping me make dinner?”
Miles shakes his head, a tender smile on his face. “Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous.” He puts on a concentrated look, pretending to be thoughtful. “I accept.”
“He accepts!” Phoenix says grandly, making a big show of things before getting off the bed. “Come on, then, old man. Get on up.”
Miles rises with a huff. “We’re the same age.”
“Yeah, sure, but you’re the one with the gray hair.”
“Phoenix?”
“Yeah?”
“Do shut up.”
Later that night—after dinner and after Trucy ends up texting Phoenix that she’ll be staying over at Pearl’s—both Phoenix and Miles eventually turn in and go to sleep.
Phoenix is able to get a few hours of sleep until he wakes up, hearing specific noises coming from his partner. He slowly opens his eyes into the darkness, trying to become more aware of his surroundings, feeling movement beside him.
“Mmph…”
A jolt of concern goes through him as he thinks for a second that Miles is having a nightmare. That is, until he realizes Miles—curled up next to him, head tucked into Phoenix’s chest—is grinding his hard cock into his thigh.
Oh.
“Mmph...P-Phoenix…”
Blood runs south as arousal swoops in his gut, his own cock stirring between his legs.
Miles continues thrusting into his thigh. “Phoenix…Please…”
“Fuck, Miles.” Phoenix breathes out. He can’t help it. Miles looks so beautiful like this, so peaceful.
Miles’s movements become a little more frantic, and Phoenix wonders in his lust-filled mind if he’s going to come. He thinks he should probably wake him, but how could he when he was having such a wonderful dream?
“Guh…Give it…Give me—”
“I’ll give you anything, Babe, anything.” He says, voice husky. And maybe he says it too loudly, because then gray eyes are opening, in a daze from a mix of drowsiness and pleasure.
It takes a second for things to seemingly click in Miles’s mind, as his hips are still moving for a few more moments until they come to an abrupt stop. Gray eyes widen in shock.
“I—” Miles stutters out, extremely rigid. “I-I’m so sorry—”
“Shh,” Phoenix shushes him, trying to sooth him. “It’s alright.” He grinds his thigh into Miles’s crotch, hearing his partner's breath hitch. “Keep going, Baby.”
Miles simply stares at him for a moment, making Phoenix think he’s going to need more convincing until Miles adjusts his position, kneeling on the bed, and positioning himself over one of Phoenix’s legs. He lifts Phoenix’s leg so that it’s bent, Phoenix raising it to help him, and starts thrusting against his bare leg.
“Fuck, that’s it, Baby.” He hears a choked off moan from Miles. “Use me. Use me however you want.”
“P-Phoenix…”
“Damn, that dream really did a number on you, didn’t it?” And Phoenix just watches, watches Miles come undone, even when still half-asleep. He loves this, loves seeing Miles like this. “Say, what was I doing in the dream?”
Miles moans, hips continuing to thrust and grind on his leg. “Y-You were—” He says between pants and groans, “You were p-pounding me into the mattress—”
“Oh?” Phoenix eggs him on. “Tell me more.” His voice has a rasp to it, something he knows Miles loves. “I was fucking into you? About to give you a nice hot load?”
The moan that comes out of Miles this time is loud and his hips stutter for a moment. “Yes, yes—” His thrusts become more erratic, his head tilting back in pleasure. “You were going to fill me, going to fill me up—fill me up with your cum—”
Phoenix can’t help the groan that escapes him, biting his lip. “Fuck, Babe.”
“You were t-trying to—you were trying—trying to—”
“Trying to what, Miles?”
Miles lets out a whimper. “You were going to keep coming in me until—until it took—”
In the dark, Phoenix’s face scrunches a little with confusion. Still, he wants to see where this goes, and wants to make Miles come. “Until what took, Babe?”
“Until there was enough, until I was so full—” His hips are thrusting against Phoenix’s leg at a fast pace now. “Until I was—“ His voice breaks off. “Until I was pregnant—” Before Phoenix can even register what Miles said, Miles lets out a high, needy whine at the end of his sentence and his hips still, coming into his boxer briefs.
Phoenix blinks as Miles comes down from his high, flopping onto the bed back next to him, panting.
That was unexpected.
Phoenix recalls the conversation they had earlier that day, and it all clicks. This must be the fantasy Miles had.
Miles turns his body on its side to face Phoenix, a blissful look on his face. But then the blissful look turns into wide gray eyes and parted lips from fear, and he starts to turn away from Phoenix.
Hand reaching out to keep a hold on Miles, Phoenix stops him. “Hey, hey, hey,” he says in a gentle voice. “Miles.”
Miles freezes, back turned away from him.
“Miles, Love, look at me? Please?”
Slowly, Miles turns to him, and Phoenix hates the shame in his eyes.
“Honey, it’s okay. Did I seem put off by that at all?”
Miles’s shoulders slump a little. “No, but—you didn’t say anything.”
“Well,” Phoenix slowly says, thoughtfully, “I do admit it wasn’t what I was expecting—” The tension returns to Miles. “—but it’s not a bad thing.”
Gray eyes stay on him for a moment before they shift away.
“Hey. Remember what I said earlier, okay? You’re allowed to have fantasies.”
“You don’t think—” Miles starts, tilting his head slightly, “You don’t think it’s strange?”
Phoenix hums in thought. “I mean, I honestly don’t know too much about it? Just some old commissions from my days as an artist, really.” Miles stays quiet, looking unsure, so Phoenix continues, sitting up fully on the bed. “How about this: Why don’t you tell me why you like this idea? What about it specifically interests you?”
He knows he’s asking for a lot here, as Miles has always been more uncomfortable sharing these kinds of things. It’s quiet for a bit, and Phoenix is about to tell him he doesn’t have to, until Miles speaks up.
“There’s…there’s a certain intimacy about it all.”
Phoenix nods, silently telling him to continue.
Miles sighs. “I’m well aware it isn’t possible. However, the idea of being that close to someone—” He pauses, looking directly at Phoenix. “It’s something I quite enjoy.”
Phoenix nods again, “I’m starting to understand it more. It would show proof of love,” and as he says it, he feels his own heart fluttering.
Miles takes a relaxed breath. “Precisely.”
“So, that’s why you enjoy this fantasy? Of being pregnant?”
He hears Miles clear his throat. “Erm, yes. That, and I enjoy—erm, the idea of being f-filled.” Miles coughs. “With you, entirely.”
Phoenix’s cock twitches. “Ah, that explains a lot. Also—me specifically?” He asks, genuinely curious.
He gets an amused huff in response. “Of course, you ridiculous man. I’m not quite sure I would even feel this way, if it weren’t for you, specifically.” And then, quieter, “I enjoy the idea of sharing such a bond with you; of having physical proof of our love and intimacy.”
There’s a familiar warmth that flows throughout Phoenix’s body. “Thank you for sharing with me, Miles.” He leans over to capture Miles’s lips in a gentle kiss.
They kiss each other for a bit, softly and slowly, as if they have all the time in the world. Eventually, Phoenix swipes his tongue over Miles’s bottom lip, causing a groan to escape from the other man. The kiss becomes more needy, more heated. Miles pulls apart, laughing gently. After seeing how much pain Miles had been through today, it’s like music to Phoenix’s ears.
“Already, Phoenix? You’re insatiable.”
“Not sure what you’re talking about. You were the one to come, not me,” he says, grinding his hardness into Miles.
Miles starts to move, to get in front of Phoenix to please him, until Phoenix stops him. “Wait.”
Miles stops immediately, raising a brow at him.
“Lay down on the bed for me,” he orders, voice quiet yet intense. “Wanna fuck you, if you’re up for it.”
Miles’s breath hitches. Instead of answering, Miles starts to follow his order while Phoenix gets up to grab the lube from the nightstand.
“How would you prefer me to lay down?”
“On your back,” Phoenix says, getting on the bed once more and taking his shirt and boxers off. Miles lowers himself on this back, preparing.
“After all,” Phoenix starts, leaning down to talk into Miles’s ear, “I wanna be able to see your face as I fuck our baby into you.”
The man below him freezes, and Phoenix immediately wonders if he fucked up. What if Miles didn’t want to act it out? How could he assume something so important without asking about it? Stupid, stupid, stupid—
But then, in the quietest and neediest voice Phoenix has ever heard from him, “Please.”
Relief floods over him, and he kisses Miles fiercely. He pulls back, sliding off Miles’s boxer briefs that had been ruined before. “I can’t wait, Miles. Gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel so full.” Miles groans from under him and Phoenix uncaps the bottle of lube. He squeezes some onto his fingers, and spreads Miles’s legs apart. “You ready, Baby? You ready for this?”
Miles nods enthusiastically, “Yes, please, Phoenix, please—”
He slides a lubed finger into Miles’s entrance, savoring the moan that comes out of Miles. He eases it in and out, watching it disappear and reappear out of his beloved. “Gonna make this so good for you, Miles.” He then adds another finger, scissoring both of them inside Miles.
“Phoenix, Phoenix, please—”
“Baby, shh, it’s okay,” He coos, “Gonna take care of you.” He then finally adds a third finger, and says, “Gonna breed you nice and full.”
Miles’s hips jerk down, and he lets out a yelp.
Damn, he’s really into this. That’s so hot.
“God,” Phoenix curses out, continuing to fuck Miles with his fingers, “What a needy little thing you are—wanting me to come in you as many times as it takes to get you pregnant.”
Miles grinds down on his fingers. “Fuck, please, please—” He gasps out, and fuck, Phoenix loves him like this. This is the most desperate he’s seen him, even more than a few weeks ago. “I’m ready—ready for you to fuck me, ready for you to fill me, ready for you to—”
“Relax, Baby,” He runs his other hand over Miles’s legs, soothing him. “Like I said, I’ll take care of you.” Phoenix removes his fingers, Miles letting out a whine from the loss. He squeezes more lube onto his hands, coating it on his dick. He lines the head of his cock up to Miles’s entrance, raising Miles’s legs high. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes, please, please—” Phoenix slides into him slowly, cutting Miles off and making him gasp. He gives him a second to adjust, not wanting to overwhelm or hurt his partner.
“Phoenix, move.”
Phoenix obliges, starting to rock into Miles at a slow pace. “God, Miles, you feel so good. Always so nice and tight for me, like a fucking dream.” He leans down to kiss Miles over his neck, cherishing the moans and sighs he receives from the man.
He leans back again, picking up the pace slightly. “Can’t wait to see what you’d look like, with your stomach all swollen—”
“Ah—please, please, can’t wait, can’t wait—”
He chuckles, a somewhat dark undercurrent to it. “You can't, can you? You want me to stuff you so bad—fill you to the very brim with my cum.” Miles lets out a long, open-mouthed moan, and he’s never been more beautiful to Phoenix.
“Tell me,” Phoenix says in between pants, “Tell me how much you want it.” He slows, not stopping completely, but enough for a whine to escape from Miles.
“Want—” The man under him gasps out, “Need you, need you to fuck me, need you to fill me over and over, need you to make me pregnant with your child—”
And at the last part, something inside Phoenix clicks into place. Something about how intimate it all is, like Miles said. Something about how much trust Miles must have in him to even share this type of information with him, how much Miles emphasized that it’s Phoenix he has this fantasy with.
At those thoughts, something inside Phoenix snaps. He shifts on his knees and starts thrusting in harshly, just like how he knows Miles likes it.
“Yes, yes—” Miles’s head lolls back, panting openly.
“Fuck, Miles.” He breathes out, “Look at you. Imagine if everyone could see this right now—the Chief Prosecutor begging to be knocked up by a defense attorney.” He starts snapping his hips even faster into Miles, pounding him into the mattress.
“I want it,” Miles moans out, “Want it so much—harder, harder, please—need to make sure it takes—”
“You like that huh?” He must hit that particular spot that drives Miles crazy because he keens. “You like the idea of me shooting my load inside of you, hoping it would actually take? That I could fill you up with my cum so you could carry my child?”
“Yes, yes!” Miles sobs, “Phoenix, Phoenix, please—touch me, darling, touch me—I’m close—”
Phoenix wraps his hand around Miles’s leaking cock and starts pumping him with quick strokes. “Yeah? Gonna come on my cock? Gonna come to the idea of me knocking you up?”
“Please, please—”
Phoenix starts feeling a familiar tension rise up in him, feeling close himself. His thrusts become erratic, and he knows Miles is almost close by the sound of his cries. “Fuck, Miles, I’m just gonna keep filling you up with my cum, over and over—again and again—until you’re dripping with it. Until there’s not a doubt in my mind that you’re pregnant—”
And then Miles is wailing, cock jerking in Phoenix’s hand and cum staining his stomach and chest. He knows he’s thought this many times, but this is the hottest sight he’s ever seen of his partner.
“Fuck, fuck, Miles—” He keeps snapping his hips into Miles, knowing he’s there, just a little more. “Gonna come for you, gonna fill you with it, gonna fill you, gonna—” Phoenix comes with a strangled cry of Miles’s name, and it’s the most intense orgasm he’s ever had with Miles. He continues thrusting through the aftershocks, chest heaving from his weighted breaths.
Finally, Phoenix runs dry, and he slides out. Miles relaxes his body, flattening his legs, and Phoenix drops down with a thump beside his partner. Thoughts run rapidly through his head.
Was I too rough? Did I hurt him?
He turns himself on his side, opening his mouth to apologize. “Miles, I—”
Instead, Miles grabs him forcefully and kisses him passionately and urgently, shutting him up.
After a moment, Miles pulls back.
“Phoenix Wright,” He begins, voice deadly serious. “You are an amazing, thoughtful, kind, extraordinary man. Thank you—so much.” A fond, loving smile appears on his face and Phoenix relaxes.
“Thank you for sharing with me.” Phoenix says simply, and he’s sure he’d have heart eyes right now if he were a cartoon character.
They kiss again, and as much as Phoenix wants to stay there and keep making out with Miles like a teenager, he feels exhaustion creep up in his bones. “Come on, Babe. I think this was enough excitement for like, a week. A month, even. I’ll clean you up and we’ll get to bed, alright?”
Phoenix goes to the bathroom to return with a wet cloth, cleaning up Miles, who is currently nodding off. He disposes of the cloth, crawling back into bed, snuggling next to his partner with his arms wrapped around him.
“Hey, Miles?”
“Yes, Phoenix?” His eyes are closed, and it sounds like he’s minutes away from falling asleep.
“I love you. So much.”
He can see Miles smile, even in the dark. “And I you, Phoenix.”
They drift off into sleep, and the last thought Phoenix remembers having is about how lucky he ended up being, to end up with Miles Edgeworth.
The next day, Phoenix wakes up to the smell of bacon, eggs, and other breakfast-y foods. He rises from the bed and stretches, feeling well-rested and energetic, despite waking up in the middle of night for a bit.
It was well worth it, anyways, he thinks, starting to make his way out of the room. A thought strikes him, and he remembers to grab a particular object before he exits the room.
As he thought, Miles stands over the stove in the kitchen wearing an apron that Phoenix will forever find adorable, even when the man says otherwise. He wraps his arms around Miles, giving him a kiss on the neck. “Good morning,” he says sweetly, his voice still a little edged with sleep.
“Good morning, Dear,” Miles says, flipping a pancake. “I hope you slept well.”
He lets out an amused huff. “After last night? Of course I did.” Phoenix nuzzles his face into Miles’s neck. “Thank you for making breakfast, by the way.”
“And who says any of it is for you?”
Phoenix backs away from Miles and clutches at his chest, pretending to be wounded. “Oh. Oh, brutal. I’m hurt, Babe.” A mischievous smile appears on his face. “And to think you were going to carry my chi—”
“Phoenix,” Miles hisses, face turning red. “What if Trucy were to come home at this very moment?”
He snickers. “Nah, we’re good, she’s never up this early on a weekend.”
Miles simply harrumphs, turning back to making breakfast.
“Hey, Miles. Can I ask you something?” Phoenix takes out the particular object, holding it in his hand.
“Certainly.”
“Do you have any fantasies?” Phoenix watches in amusement when Miles turns his head to him in confusion, before he sees the green magatama in his hand and realizes where this is going. “Any fantasies we haven’t tried yet?”
“No.” Miles says proudly, looking at Phoenix with nothing less than love. “No, I do not.”
And, after everything they’ve been through, Phoenix is glad to say that there’s not a lock in sight.