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Phoenix wouldn’t necessarily call himself an idiot.
Well, okay. He had his moments, sure—presenting incriminating evidence to the culprit themselves, maybe not his best move—but he at least eventually started learning from his mistakes. He knows that he’s able to think outside of the box due to his ADHD, and while it could often lead to him having issues paying attention sometimes—or get sidetracked in the middle of saying something—or get too fixated on a certain task that he doesn’t eat, sleep, or go to the bathroom—or have him walk into a room and immediately forget what he was going in there for—
Wait. Where was he going with this again?
Oh, right. Despite all of this happening, Phoenix doesn’t think he’s dumb, no matter how many times he’s told otherwise. Of course, this doesn’t mean he’s smart all the time. Even though he’s great at leaping to conclusions, sometimes that means he’s a little slower at connecting the dots one at a time. Meaning, there are moments where he misses the obvious clues to something. It could be sitting there right in front of his face, blinking with flashing lights and neon colors, and yet if his mind isn’t in the right place at the right time, he’ll walk right past it as if it’s not there.
He currently lies in his bed as both Miles and Trucy are out; Miles still working and Trucy out with Apollo. The iPad is out in front of him as he plays Candy Crush—which Miles always bullies him for, even though Phoenix knows he has it on his phone too.
“Your age is showing, dearest.”
“Excuse me—out of the two of us, which one has the gray hair, huh?”
Phoenix smiles at the memory, even though right after he said that he had been hit in the face with a pillow. Still, he sighs fondly, as it reminds him of his boyfriend.
Even though it’s only been about a week since Phoenix broke Miles’s last psyche-lock about his kinks, he’s never felt closer to him. Miles has become even more cuddly than he usually is (which is already a lot, despite Miles protesting that he’s not), and has been increasingly affectionate with him. Not that Phoenix is complaining—far from it.
He starts to remember last week and Miles’s particular kink that they indulged in. Even now, fresh want stirs in his gut at the memories that flash in his mind. Miles had been so into it—panting for it, really, and it was the hottest thing Phoenix ever saw.
And to think of the reason why Miles had been so into it, the fact that he enjoyed the fantasy of having Phoenix’s child—it warmed his heart.
And yet…
There was something about the whole thing that made Phoenix feel like he was missing something. He enjoyed the sex with Miles—he really did, but the feeling he had and still has is similar to when he’s investigating and just knows that he’s missing a big piece of the puzzle that’s somewhere right in front of him. He knows there’s some big revelation to have, but he just can’t figure out what it is.
But really, it doesn’t matter. As long as Miles is happy, Phoenix would be too, even if he couldn’t figure out this mystery.
Still, he thinks of everything that happened that night—Miles having a wet dream and humping his leg, Miles confessing to his fantasy, Miles begging for Phoenix to fill him up with his cum—
Down below, his cock twitches in his sweatpants.
Welp, Phoenix thinks, setting the iPad down beside him on the mattress and his hand trailing down to his crotch, should’ve figured I’d get worked up if I thought about this.
He starts to palm himself through his sweatpants, biting his lip. Nobody else would be home for a while, so why not?
Images start to form in his mind—Miles acting all desperate and needy and grinding down on his fingers as he prepped him, moaning as Phoenix talked dirty to him—Miles begging him to fuck him harder so that it would take, to fuck him and fill him so much that he’d become pregnant, to breed him—
A groan escapes Phoenix, and he finally reaches inside his pants to drag his half-hard cock out. He starts to give slow strokes to himself, closing his eyes and letting his imagination run wild.
“Mmm, Miles,” Phoenix moans as he fucks hard into his boyfriend, so hard that the headboard repeatedly hits the wall. “What a good little breeding whore you are,” he coos softly, the tone a clear contrast to his words. “Taking me so well…There’s not a doubt in my mind that you’ll be pregnant by the time I’m through with you.”
Miles moans wantonly and openly under him, head thrown back deeper into the pillow. “Ah, ah, ah—please, Phoenix, please—need you to come inside—there, yes, yes—over and over until it takes—”
Phoenix quickens his hand, precum already dripping down his cock.
“I know baby, I know,” he soothes Miles, stroking his cheek even as the brutal thrusts continue. “You want me to come in you over and over? You want me to fill you to the brim? You want me to make you my breeding bitch? You want me to make you pregnant?”
“Yes, yes, yes—” Miles babbles, eyes rolling back.
“Well, honey,” Phoenix says, starting to press searing hot kisses on Miles’s neck, “That’s what I plan to do,” he murmurs, slowing his thrusts down. “No matter. How. Many. Times. It. Takes.” At each word, Phoenix thrusts deeply into Miles, making him yelp.
“P-Phoenix, please—”
The thing about having ADHD though, is that your thoughts can wander so easily, seemingly out of nowhere. Even if you’re mostly focused on something in the moment, if you’re not one hundred percent focused, your thoughts can escape you and you can start a new train of thought without meaning to.
Currently, Phoenix is close to coming, knowing that if he stays concentrated on the fantasy, he’ll come. Unfortunately for him, his brain starts wandering—wondering how Miles would feel in all this—which leads to him thinking about what Miles likes about this—which then leads to, I wonder how it would feel if we switched—and then that leads to the fantasy shifting all together, and suddenly he’s—
He’s lying on his back as Miles pounds into him, gasping and moaning at every thrust. Miles pins his hands above his head, leaning into him.
“Stay still,” Miles says softly, but urgently, “we need to ensure that it takes—”
Phoenix moans loudly at the thought. “Please, Miles, please—fuck, fuck—”
“I’m close, dearheart,” The thrusts turn more frantic, causing Phoenix to keen, “I’m going to come inside you, you’re doing so well for me, such a beautiful thing—”
“Miles, Miles—”
“Fuck, oh, fuck, Phoenix—” And he feels the warmth spill deep inside him, along with the thought that he’ll be carrying Miles’s child, and—
“Oh fuck,” And suddenly Phoenix is coming hard all over his hand, painting his wrist and shirt with white ropes of cum.
He keeps stroking through the aftershocks, the thoughts of breed me, Miles and fill me up running through his head. Finally, he runs dry, and his mind catches up to everything that just happened.
Oh.
Oh .
Wait. Seriously?
Phoenix lies there on the mattress blinking repeatedly, trying to make sense of the situation.
I…I have this kink too?
The realization baffles him—not that he thinks anything bad about the kink, but just because it took him this long to realize.
He laughs to himself at the ridiculousness of it all. Okay, turns out I wanna be filled like a damn piping bag. Miles will—
His thoughts come to a screeching halt. How would Miles feel about all this? Obviously, he shouldn’t have a big issue with it, having the exact same fantasy and all. Hell, if anything, Miles would find it hilarious. But…
But there was a lingering thought in the back of Phoenix’s mind that made him wary about telling him. What if he only wants to be on the receiving end?
Not that there’s anything wrong with that—Miles would be valid in feeling that way and Phoenix would be more than happy to indulge him. And it’s not like their kinks always had to match up—sometimes a fantasy is just a fantasy and it can be left at that.
But now that Phoenix made this discovery, he can’t help but hunger for it to come true. To be under Miles, trembling with each hard thrust he gave, waiting to be filled as praises are whispered in his ear—
There’s a swoop of arousal in Phoenix’s gut.
Ah. I’m really into this, huh?
Phoenix weighs his options. He could, A: tell Miles about it. Best case scenario, Miles would be willing to at least try it, even if Phoenix had doubts of his interest. It’s not like it’s a common thing to have a kink in two different ways, right? To be fair, Phoenix is someone who does like both sides of this kink, but that was probably just him.
Right?
No, he shouldn’t get his hopes up. Sometimes a fantasy is just a fantasy, and he should leave it at that.
Which is option B: ignore this until it goes away. Or, until he forgets about it entirely. Considering how shitty his memory is, it would honestly work in his favor for a situation like this.
Part of him can’t help but feel a little guilty—hiding something like this, especially after Miles had trusted him with so much.
Well, it’s unlikely that he would even want to explore that, right? So, him not knowing is…okay, Phoenix reasons internally. He sighs as he gets up to remove the shirt he had been wearing to swap for a clean one.
All I have to do is not think about it, keep it in the back of my mind, maybe have a jerk-off session here and there to let off some steam about it, but if I ignore it the rest of the time, it’ll go away.
Phoenix picks up a new shirt, throwing the old one into the hamper. Option B it is, then.
He lays back down and goes back to playing Candy Crush, knowing that it’ll distract him from thinking about what he just discovered.
Another week goes by, and the realization-that-shall-not-be-named is almost completely forgotten. It’s been a good week really—the case he had wasn’t as crazy as they usually are, and he still ended up winning anyways. It’s the last week before Trucy goes on another tour of hers, so he’s been making sure to spend as much time with her as he can.
So, yeah. A good week. Except for one, small problem.
He currently sits at the dining table with his family, enjoying his meal. Well, he would be enjoying it if—
“Daddy,” Trucy sighs, playing with the food on her plate. “When are you going to see a dentist about that?”
Phoenix freezes. “About what?” He asks, trying for nonchalant.
“About the pain you’ve been experiencing recently, dearest.” Miles adds, looking unimpressed, raising an eyebrow. “Every single time you attempt to eat something, there seems to be an issue.”
“An issue?” Phoenix asks, waving his hand at the two of them. “Why would there be an issue? I can eat perfectly fine.”
Trucy gives him an intense stare. “Prove it.”
He’s proud to say he only hesitates for a split second. “Fine,” he says, grabbing a forkful of food and putting it into his mouth. He chews slowly and carefully, relieved when he doesn’t feel any pain at first until—
“Mmf,” He groans, face contorting in pain and hand reaching out to his jaw.
“See!” Trucy exclaims, pointing at him.
“Wha’d’ya mean, I eat like this all the—” He groans as he feels a stabbing pain in his mouth, rubbing at his jaw. He’s met with unamused looks from both his partner and daughter. “...time,” he lamely finishes.
“It would be best to make an appointment as soon as possible.” Miles says, still eating his food, very much used to Phoenix’s antics by now.
“Whaaaaaat,” Phoenix drags out, scoffing. “I don’t need—”
He’s met with a near identical glare between Trucy and Miles.
Oh, wow. They’ve been really rubbing off on each other. That would be cute if it wasn’t so scary right now.
Phoenix tries staring them down, to no avail. “Ugh. Fine. I’ll go to the dentist,” he grumbles, ignoring the pleased looks he gets in response, “but it’s probably just a cavity, okay? It’s not going to be anything too bad.”
Trucy and Miles exchange A Look. “Whatever you say, Daddy.”
“You need your wisdom tooth extracted?”
“Yep,” Phoenix mutters, sighing in misery. Both from the current pain he’s in and the fact he has to go back to the dentist next week. “Miles,” he whines, currently lying face down on the bed. “Make the pain stop.”
Miles tuts, not even looking up from the book he’s reading. “You’re aware of the fact that this current predicament of yours could have been prevented, yes? Perhaps you should have contacted the dentist earlier and not have left it until the last possible minute.”
Phoenix lets out a whimper, face still against the blanket. “Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles. I really don’t want you lecturing me right now.” He pouts, only then remembering his face is hidden, so he lifts his head up, pouting even more.
Miles glances at him from his book, gaze over his glasses. “...You’re not exaggerating, are you?”
Phoenix lets his face fall back against the mattress, shaking his head.
“Oh, dearest, come here,” Miles says softly, and Phoenix feels something hitting the bed gently; most likely the book.” I apologize, I was not aware how much pain you are truly in.”
Phoenix rises slowly to his knees and shuffles closer to Miles. He shifts his body towards his partner, letting himself be wrapped in Miles’s comforting warmth, practically sighing in relief from it all. Phoenix feels lips press against his temple and he tucks his head in Miles’s chest. “Sorry,” he mutters into Miles’s pajamas.
Miles’s thumb strokes his arm in a soothing pattern. “What on Earth are you apologizing for?”
“I know I’m a lot to handle sometimes. Especially times like these.”
It’s silent for a moment. “I suppose that is true. But I would much rather put up with you than experience the detrimental ache of watching you suffer.” Miles seems to clutch him a bit tighter. “I’m already painfully aware of how it feels to watch a situation as such and be unable to do anything of use. As your partner, I vow to never abandon you in a time where you need me most.”
Phoenix lets that sink in for a moment before twisting his head to Miles. “...Why is that the most romantic thing you ever said to me, and why is it because of my tooth?”
The corner of Miles’s mouth quirks up. “The opportunity to be truthful simply presented itself.” His expression turns a little more somber, a little more serious, but the fondness in his eyes remains. “In a way, Phoenix, I’m incredibly proud of you.”
Phoenix rears his head back, still being held in Miles’s arms. “Because I’m acting like a baby?”
“Precisely.”
He blinks.
“Yeah, okay. I got nothing.”
Miles’s lips twitch for a moment, and warm, gray eyes meet mismatched ones. “Let me clarify. After all the years I have known you, I have picked up a few things: You don’t enjoy having others worry for you.”
Phoenix scrunches his brows. “But—”
“You attempt to conceal the suffering you are going through, Phoenix.” Miles’s voice is soft, almost as soft as the touch of his pajamas. “You’d much rather worry about others than vice versa. At least, that is how you used to be. While that part of yourself is still ingrained within you, you have been letting your guard down—allowing yourself to become more vulnerable.” Miles gives him a gentle smile, eyes glancing down at his lips. “Therefore, you are correct. I am incredibly proud of you for ‘acting like a baby’ as you so succinctly put it.”
Phoenix huffs at that last point, amused, until his mind goes back to what Miles said before that.
He doesn’t know what to say. Miles is right, of course, but he hasn’t really reflected on it until now. For a long time, especially during those seven years, he would never seek out help for himself. Phoenix has always been terrified of being a burden—to Mia, to Maya, to Miles. So, to hear Miles say that he’s proud of him for letting himself be taken care of…
He swallows down the lump of emotion stuck in his throat, staring into gray eyes and blinking back tears. “Thank you, Miles.”
Miles smiles warmly at him, lifting his hand up to stroke his cheek. “Certainly, love.” He presses his lips to Phoenix’s, slowly. They stay like that for a moment before Miles retreats back into his previous position, spooning Phoenix. Phoenix snuggles closer to him and gets comfortable.
It’s silent, the two of them just basking in each other’s company. The pain Phoenix is experiencing is now dulled by all the affection he’s been feeling, the love he feels for the man almost overwhelming.
It’s times like these where Phoenix wonders how he got so lucky. There’s honestly a lot of times where he feels as though his heart is going to burst with how much love he has for Miles, and it's these exact times that his thoughts start to wander. Wander into territories he swore off, wandering thoughts about proof of love and being Miles’s and only his, and—
Phoenix clears his throat, shaking his head. “So,” he begins, sitting a bit straighter on the bed, “I’ve been thinking.”
“A dangerous venture.”
Phoenix rolls his eyes. “Har, har. Anyways—you should record me.”
Miles stares at him, unblinking. “You…” His eyes become a bit unfocused, as if he’s thinking about something else. Miles licks his lips. “I wouldn’t be opposed. However, I believe we would need to buy a more professional camera, and obviously I wouldn’t be comfortable in sharing the recording with anyone else, but—”
“After the dentist!” He clarifies, hands out. “I meant—after the dentist, when I’m high as a kite, you could record me on your phone, and maybe I’ll say something funny.”
Miles’s face turns bright red in record time, even as he deflates just a tiny bit. “Of course. After the dentist. Obviously.”
Phoenix attempts to conceal his grin by biting his lips. It doesn’t really help. “Right…Although, uh.” He readjusts himself so that he’s laying back down next to Miles. “Let’s put a pin in that other idea? I’m not against it.”
Miles’s lips stretch into a flat line as he reaches for his book, looking disinterested. His face is still flushed. “Hmph. I have absolutely no idea what you’re on about. Now, excuse me, I have some reading to complete.”
Phoenix snorts as he snuggles against his partner. “Babe, you’re making it sound like it’s important work stuff, not The Treacherous Trail of His Heart with a cowboy on the cover.”
“It’s just as important.”
He lets out an amused huff as he lets himself drift off into sleep, only barely registering that at one point Miles starts stroking his hair.
“Goodnight, Phoenix,” is the last thing he hears before sleep overtakes him, thoughts of love and feeling safe coursing through his veins.
The week goes by pretty quickly, much to Phoenix’s dismay. It’s as if he blinks one second and the next he’s sending Trucy off to her tour, leaving him and Miles alone to themselves. Which, usually they’d take that as an opportunity to have wild, kinky sex, but between Phoenix’s pain from his mouth and general exhaustion from the both of them due to work, they’ve just been watching a lot of Steel Samurai reruns.
“Again?? Miles this is like the fourth—”
“Shh. This is the start of the Evil Magistrate’s redemption arc; you will shut your mouth and sit down.”
“...Yes sir.”
Finally, they’re sitting at the dentist’s office in the waiting room.
“Remind me once again as to why you want me to film you after your procedure? Aren’t you simply going to be in pain?” Miles asks with a raised brow.
Phoenix shrugs. “Maybe! But we won’t know unless we try.”
He receives a skeptical look back. Phoenix rolls his eyes.
“Look, the worst-case scenario is that I don’t say anything funny at all and I’m just sitting there crying, but then if that happens, we could just delete it! No harm done. And if I do say something funny, then we’ll have Maya put it on The YouTube—”
“Phoenix, for the last time, you were born in the nineties, you are aware of what YouTube is, I don’t understand why you keep pretending you aren’t—”
Phoenix snorts. “Have you seen the way Athena and Apollo react? They go ballistic. It’s hilarious.”
He receives a flat expression. “The only other single human being on Earth who finds it as amusing as you is Larry.”
Phoenix sniffs. “Hey, he has good taste!” A beat. “...Sometimes.”
Miles gives him a withering look.
Phoenix shakes himself. “Anyways, that isn’t the point! I could say something hysterical, we put it up online, go viral, and get filthy rich.” He reaches out to touch Miles’s hand. “And then,” Phoenix sing-songs, “I will finally be able to take you out to all those fancy places you deserve to go to.”
“My, my.” Miles says flatly, arching an eyebrow. “What a foolproof plan.”
Before Phoenix can reply back with how it is a foolproof plan, thank you very much, one of the dental assistants steps out.
“Phoenix Wright?” The woman asks, searching the room. Phoenix takes a small breath and starts to stand up.
“Welp. Guess this is it,” he says dramatically. “I’ll see you on the other side.”
“You’re going to get a tooth removed, not being sent off to war.” Miles huffs, but then his expression softens. “I’ll be waiting out here.”
Phoenix gives a small smile before he starts walking towards the dental assistant. “Remember,” he calls out behind him, “don’t forget to take a video!”
He doesn’t even have to turn around to know that Miles rolls his eyes.
When Phoenix wakes up, it’s hard to open his eyes. It’s like one of those naps you wake up from and you are so out of it you don’t even remember what day it is, or where you even are.
He finally opens his eyes, realizing he’s back in his room at home.
Wasn’t I just at the dentist?
He blinks repeatedly, confused, when he realizes there’s a dull pain at the back of his mouth. Foggy memories come back to him.
Oh, yeah. I had the extraction. I don’t even remember coming back home, though…
He moves slowly, starting to sit up.
“Ah,” a familiar voice calls out from the door. “You’re up.” Miles has a glass of water in hand along with some medication. He sets them down on the table. “How are you feeling, darling?”
“Mmmff,” Phoenix groans. He starts to lay back down to go back to sleep, but Miles stops him.
“Ah, ah, ah,” his partner tuts, “take this first and foremost, and then you may rest.”
Phoenix tries his hardest to glare at him, but his eyes keep closing on their own.
Miles reaches a hand out to steady him. “Here, love. I’ll help.” He grabs the glass of water and carefully puts it in Phoenix’s hand, and then passes the pills to him. Phoenix takes them, slowly sipping at the water. After he swallows the pills, he hands the glass back to Miles and lays back down.
“There we are, dearest. You were very good for me.” Phoenix feels a light stroke through his hair, sighing in comfort.
And as he drifts off into sleep, he can’t help but feel a strange, burning sensation inside of him at Miles’s words.
The second time Phoenix wakes up, he feels a lot more aware of everything around him.
He yawns and stretches, having absolutely no clue what time it is. Groggily getting onto his feet, he starts walking through the apartment, finding Miles in the living room on the couch. He’s looking at something intently on his phone, but Phoenix is too far away to hear exactly what it is.
“What’cha watchin’?” Phoenix sleepily asks, starting to walk over to his partner. Miles stiffens up for a second as he quickly puts away his phone.
“Phoenix,” Miles says, sounding surprised. “I didn’t quite expect you to be out of bed this soon. How are you feeling?”
Phoenix takes a seat next to him, resting his head on Miles’s shoulder. “Mmm. Not too bad, if I’m being honest. Just pretty tired. The pain isn’t as bad as I thought it would be, though. They must’ve had me on the good stuff.”
Strangely, Miles’s face turns the slightest shade of red. “...Indeed.” Miles shifts slightly in his seat, clearing his throat. “Are you hungry? I had bought some yogurt and applesauce for the first 24 hours after your procedure, as you can only eat soft foods.”
Phoenix’s face scrunches up reflexively.
Miles huffs amusedly. “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Honestly, I think sleep will be my dinner.” A beat. “What time is it, anyways?”
Miles looks at the screen of his phone. “About nine o’clock.”
His eyes go wide. “Damn. Really? I was out for that long? The procedure was in the morning!” A sudden thought occurs to him. “Oh, wait!” Phoenix perks up a bit, sitting up fully, away from Miles. “Did you get a video? Did I say anything funny?”
Miles glances away so quickly that Phoenix thinks he must’ve imagined it. “No, unfortunately. You were whining in pain, and mostly sleeping, so there is no video.”
Phoenix slumps a bit. “Damn it. There goes my get rich quick scheme.”
The corner of Miles’s mouth quirks up. “I suppose I’ll just have to be the one to treat you to exquisite restaurants, my dear.”
Phoenix wraps his arm around Miles, snuggling closer to him. “Well,” he starts, “who would I be to argue with that?”
Phoenix always loves moments like this. He feels at home and loved with Miles, like his heart is protected and in safe hands.
It’s moments like these where everything feels right in the world.
Everything is not right in the world.
It’s been over a week since Phoenix had his wisdom tooth extraction, and ever since then Miles has been acting weird. Like, way weirder than usual.
It didn’t seem too alarming at first—Miles had just been acting a bit off, but Phoenix thought maybe he was just in a weird mood. But then it kept happening.
He’s more distant, more willing to spend his time doing other things than spend time with Phoenix. And Phoenix knows that’s bound to happen because of Miles’s job, sure, but it’s as if every time Phoenix wants to spend some alone time with him, he flees.
And that’s not the only thing. Miles has been extremely jumpy lately. He doesn’t seem to notice right away when Phoenix is also in the room with him, as if he’s off in his own little world. Just this morning, Phoenix made the mistake of hugging him from behind as Miles was looking at something on his phone, and then the next thing he knew, the phone was flying in the air, into the wall.
After Phoenix apologized repeatedly and Miles checked that the phone was okay, he claimed he was needed at the office immediately, and that he’d see Phoenix later.
Phoenix sighs in his own office, pouting just thinking about it. He’s currently picking at his food and is on his regularly scheduled phone call with Maya, only half listening to what she’s saying.
“And then the lady was all like, “What do you mean you ate drywall?” and then I was like, that’s not the point, the point is that your cookies taste DRIER than drywall, Phoebe! And then—”
A pause.
“Nick? Are you there?”
Phoenix shakes himself out of it. “Hmm? Oh, sorry, Maya. I’ve just been…A little out of it, I guess.”
Maya hums on the other line. “Trouble in paradise?”
“Not exactly? I mean, after getting my wisdom tooth removed Miles was an angel, but even then, something seemed a bit…off? I don’t know. It’s like he can’t stand to be in the same room as me anymore.” Phoenix sighs again, playing with his Caesar salad. “I wonder if I did something wrong. Maybe I was too much to handle.”
Maya snorts. “Nick, I get where you’re coming from, but you’re always a bit much. I don’t think this would make a difference. Does he seem mad or anything?”
“No, and that’s the worst thing about it! I mean, fine, I don’t want him to be mad at me, but it would just be simpler that way. That’s something I actually know how to deal with.” He thinks about it. “I guess what’s really been throwing me off is that it seems like he feels guilty about something? But he won’t even stay in the room long enough for me to ask what’s going on.”
“Then don’t ask. It’s always better to ask for forgiveness, not permission.” There’s a sound like a crinkling bag on the other line, and then he hears Maya munching on some chips. “Here’s what I say: make him talk to you. Surprise him by going home early or something, catch him off guard. I know you don’t like to push him, but you know how avoidant to emotions he is.”
Phoenix huffs. “You got that right. I’ll try to see if Apollo and Athena can hold down the fort tonight. I told Miles I’d probably be working late, but I’ll save that for another day.” He smiles, even though he knows Maya can’t see him. “Thanks, Maya.”
“Man, where would you be without me, huh?”
“Probably richer since I wouldn’t have someone stealing my wallet all the time.”
“Maybe so.”
Phoenix laughs at her playfully-serious tone, before a thought hits him.
“Wait, you ate drywall!?”
After getting the okay from Apollo and Athena and reassurance that they’d be able to handle investigating the current case tonight, Phoenix makes his way home on the bike. When he gets to the apartment he sees that Miles’s car is parked in its designated spot, and he prepares himself for a long talk.
I just hope I didn’t do anything to cause this.
Part of him wonders if he should try to go into the apartment quietly, to not announce his presence, but he ultimately decides that would be unfair of him. He unlocks the door and goes inside. “Miles? I’m home!”
He looks around, his partner nowhere in sight. “Miles?”
Phoenix hears a faint voice coming from the bedroom, but it’s pretty muffled, as if it’s playing out of a speaker. He follows it, not exactly trying to walk quietly, but making sure not to make too much noise either.
He gets to their bedroom door, opening it slightly. Strangely enough, it’s dark in the room. Phoenix peeks through the crack of the door.
Miles is sitting on the bed, bathed in darkness but his face is illuminated by the light from the phone. One hand is holding the phone, playing a video that Phoenix can’t quite hear due to how low the volume is, and the other—
Oh.
Miles’s other hand is teasing himself through the fabric of his pants. The room is filled with heavy breathing as Phoenix watches Miles palm himself.
What exactly is he watching?
It doesn’t really matter. Phoenix feels a little bad watching his partner like this without his permission, so he decides now is the time to speak.
He quickly opens the door. “Aw, babe, you’re watching porn without me?”
Many things happen in quick succession.
Miles yelps out a NGHOO and he jumps back on the bed, sending the phone flying to the floor.
“Woah—”
“P-Phoenix! You’re home!” He blinks at Phoenix, shocked. “S-Stay right there, I’ll retrieve my cell phone.”
“Well, hang on, let me just…” He turns and flicks on the light, looking down on the floor. Miles’s phone is right by his feet. “Oh! Here it is.”
Miles rises from the bed, hand stretched out as Phoenix bends down to pick the phone up. “Wait! Phoenix, don’t—
“No, don’t worry, it’s fine—”
“Wait—”
Phoenix rises with the phone in hand, but as he does, he accidentally plays whatever video Miles had been watching.
“Oops—”
“Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiles—”
Phoenix freezes in place. Is that…
He slowly flips the phone over, seeing himself, mouth swollen and in the dentist’s office.
“Miles? I thought you said there wasn’t a video?” He asks, before he looks up at the man in question. Miles is covering half of his face with his hand, cheeks pink.
“I…Well, erm—”
“Miiiiiles, why are you so pretty? You’re sooooooo pretty, it’s sooooooooooo unfair.” Phoenix-in-the-video whines out. There’s a deep chuckle from behind the camera.
“I must say, you’re quite adorable like this, Phoenix.” The voice behind the camera, Miles, says.
The Phoenix on screen giggles, laying his head back in the seat.
I don’t understand. Why would Miles lie about there not being a video? And why has he been watching it so much?
“Hey. Hey, Miles. Miles. Miiiiiiiiiles.”
“Yes, dear?”
Phoenix on the screen leans closer to the camera. “Can you—can you keep a secret?” He whispers, loudly.
“Of course, love.”
On-screen Phoenix leans even closer to Miles. “I love youuu. I love you sooooo much.”
There’s a lovely, warm laugh from Miles behind the camera. “The feeling is quite mutual, dear.”
The version of himself on screen shakes his head. “Nooooo, you don’t understand how much I love youuuuuu. I want everyone to know how much I love you. I want you to see how much I love you.”
“What are you going on about?”
There’s loopy giggling coming from Phoenix. He shifts over more towards the camera, a close up on his jaw as he loudly whispers something to Miles. “Want you to breed me.”
Phoenix’s heart stops.
“Wh-What?”
On-screen Phoenix backs up, pouting. “Please, Miiiiles. Breed me. Pump me so full of your cum that I’m soaked on the inside—”
“P-Phoenix, I think it may be time to—”
“I want everyone to see. I want everyone to see just who I belong to. I wanna be your bitchhhh, Miiiiiles. Your cocksleeveeeee. Make me pregnannnnt. Fill me up with your cum, over and over and over and over and over and over—”
“P-Phoenix! Not here—”
“—and over and over and over and over until I’m dripping with it. Until my stomach is so full with youuuu. Miles. Miiiles. Miles, are you listening? Breed me, breed me, pleaseeee, I’ll be so good, I’ll be so good for you—”
The video abruptly ends.
It’s so quiet in the room that you could hear a pin drop. Phoenix slowly looks up from the phone towards Miles’s face, who’s pointedly looking away.
“So.” Phoenix starts to say, voice cracking a bit. He clears his throat. “That explains some things.”
Miles starts to grip his elbow. “Phoenix, I—” He swallows. “I’m truly sorry that I kept this from you.”
Phoenix sighs, running his fingers through his hair. “No, no, I’m sorry that I made you so uncomfortable you had to hide it.”
Miles’s eyes glance briefly at Phoenix before looking away as he shifts on his feet.
Wait…
Some things just aren’t adding up. If Miles was uncomfortable, wouldn’t he just delete the video? Why would he keep it? Adding on to that, is this what he’s been watching over and over again on his phone? The only other reason Phoenix can think of would be…
Holy shit.
“Miles,” he starts, slowly and carefully as a slight smile starts to stretch upon his face. “Were you touching yourself while watching this video?”
“Which time,” Miles automatically replies, before his eyes go wide like a deer in headlights.
HOLY SHIT.
“Miles middle-name-I-won’t-say-because-it’ll-kill-the-mood Edgeworth.” Phoenix says, a wide grin on his face as he steps closer to Miles who is avoiding eye contact. “You wanna knock me up, don’t you?”
Miles’s face is a bright red now. “Ngk!” He turns his head away from Phoenix. “I…I—”
“Tell me, what would’ve happened if I didn’t say all those things at the dentist office? Would you have ravished me in your car?”
“Phoenix…” Miles utters out quietly, not looking at him.
He’s never really been the best at knowing when to stop, though. “Was it hard acting neutral about it? How many times did you watch the video? Ooh, how many times did you come from watching the video? Did you want to—”
“Phoenix!” Miles snaps, glaring at him.
He shuts up immediately.
Miles’s eyes widen. He backs away from Phoenix and sits on the bed, sighing. He takes his glasses off, placing them on the bedside table and rubs at his face. “Damn it all. This…this wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Phoenix stares at him, all the previous enthusiasm going away in a blink of an eye. He carefully makes his way to the bed and sits next to his partner.
“What do you mean?”
Miles sighs again. “You weren’t supposed to…” He closes his eyes. “Find out. How I feel about everything you said.” A beat. “That I liked it.”
Phoenix’s eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Why not?”
Miles looks at him, tiredly. “It’s alright. You don’t have to pretend, Phoenix.”
Phoenix stares at him.
Miles swallows. “You don’t have to pretend,” he repeats, “that you actually…meant it.”
Phoenix blinks.
“I know you were…on the good stuff as you call it. Of course you didn’t mean anything of what you were saying. And that’s alright. However,” he continues, “I still…liked it. The idea of…doing all of that, to you.”
Phoenix continues staring in total silence.
“I’m truly sorry about all of this—especially for snapping towards you. I suppose I couldn’t handle you teasing me at that moment.” Miles looks down at the ground, towards their feet.
“Wait,” Phoenix says, his mind doing the loading screen spinning thing as he processes it all, “wait, wait, wait, wait.” He turns more towards Miles. “You don’t think I meant it?”
Miles looks at him as though he has three heads. “Of course not. You would tell me if you did, wouldn’t you? Before all of this dentist nonsense.”
Uh oh.
Phoenix glances away, rubbing the back of his neck and chuckling nervously. “Uh…About that…”
Miles looks at him, before there’s some sort of realization on his face. Gray eyes glance away, looking a bit hurt. Then Miles stares directly at him. “After everything you’ve told me about how having fantasies is normal, you couldn’t tell me? Even after I told you all of my own?” His voice grows a bit softer, more pained. “You couldn’t trust me?”
Phoenix’s stomach churns with guilt. “Miles, it’s not that, I…I was scared about it.”
Miles looks at him flatly. “I have the exact same fantasy, Phoenix.”
“I know, I know! But…I wasn’t sure if you would feel the same, I guess. That you would like it both ways.” Phoenix looks away. “I just didn’t want to bother you with it.” He looks back at Miles, taking his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
Miles stares at him for a long moment before sighing. “Well…I suppose we both hid some things from each other, didn’t we? But, Phoenix,” he continues, “please know that this is a two-way street. I want you to feel as though you can trust me with predicaments such as these, alright?”
Phoenix gives him a small smile, squeezing his hand. “Alright.”
Miles leans over, planting a kiss on his cheek. They sit like that for a bit, in comfortable silence. Then, Miles speaks up. “So…” He clears his throat. “You did mean it, then?”
Phoenix readjusts himself so that he’s sitting more directly in front of Miles on the bed. “Yeah,” he replies, intently staring at his partner. “I did.”
Miles arches an eyebrow. “And you didn’t think to say anything when I—?”
Phoenix laughs a bit, his head dropping. “Well, I didn’t exactly…know yet, then? I realized a few weeks ago.” The smile on his face fades into something more heated. “I was thinking about how much fun I had knocking you up,” he says, watching carefully at Miles’s expression, “and then I thought about how nice it’d be if you did it to me.” His eyes flicker over Miles’s body. “About how good it’d feel to be drenched in you from the inside out, to be full of you. To have physical proof of who I belong to.”
Gray eyes blown out with desire stare into his very being. Miles leans closer to him, mouth inches away from his.
“Would you like that, Miles? To come in me so many times that it takes and that my stomach swells with you? With our love?”
He feels Miles shudder and hears him breathe out, “Phoenix,” before Miles’s lips are on his, kissing him hungrily, ravenously. Phoenix kisses back intensely, matching the ferocity of Miles’s lips, tongue, and teeth as he takes his suit jacket off.
“Do you have any idea,” Miles gasps out in between fierce kisses as he helps undress Phoenix, “what it was like, to hear you say all of that filth? In public, no less? How it felt to hear you exclaim to the world that you wanted to become my breeding toy?”
Phoenix moans before Miles shuffles fully on top of the bed and pins him down, arms above his head. Miles starts pressing open mouthed kisses to his neck, trailing down and down, stopping at the top of his button up. “Miles,” Phoenix pleads, “C’mon, please.” He attempts to move his hands to fully undress himself, but Miles presses down, making him unable to.
“No,” Miles rasps out, “you are mine, and I will be the one to unwrap you like the gift you are.”
And Phoenix would probably burst out laughing at the wording if he wasn’t so turned on right now, because fuck him being possessive is hot, but before he can even so much as blink, Miles is ripping his shirt off, buttons flying all over the place.
“Holy shit—”
Miles starts kissing down his neck, onto his chest, until he finally settles down on his stomach, pressing searing hot kisses directly on it, sucking and nipping at different spots. Miles brings his hand to rub at his belly gently. “You’re going to look magnificent once I’m done with you.” He presses another kiss to his stomach. “Once you’re carrying my child.”
Phoenix keens. “Please, please, Miles—”
Miles starts pulling at his slacks, throwing them to the floor, forgotten. He quickly pulls off Phoenix’s boxers as well, Phoenix’s already-hard cock jutting out and hitting the cool air. Wasting no time, Miles takes him in his mouth.
“Miles, God—”
Miles doesn’t take his eyes off of him as he licks and sucks at his cock, hollowing out his cheeks. Then, Miles takes him deeper, shoving his cock further into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Phoenix’s head tilts back as he moans. He looks down at Miles sucking him off, reaching down to gently tug at his hair. He really starts thinking about it, then. What they’re doing. What they’re hoping to do.
“I don’t think I’d be able to face you in court, y’know,” Phoenix weakly breathes out. “Knowing just exactly what you did to me. How well you filled me up, how good you were for me.” There’s a moan around his cock, and the vibrations make Phoenix shudder. “You wouldn’t be able to hold back either, would you? Seeing me round, with you—” He shivers just thinking about it. “Would you drag me away somewhere else? Somewhere you could fill me up even more?”
Miles pulls off, practically growling. “No, I’d want everyone to see. I’d have you right then and there and show everyone that you’re mine as much as I am yours.” His hands creep up to either side of Phoenix’s stomach, pressing down firmly, but gently. “I can’t stop thinking about how magnificent you’d look, your stomach rounded and full, practically begging to be filled even more.” Miles lifts himself up higher, pressing a dirty kiss to the middle of Phoenix’s belly. “And you’d let me, wouldn’t you, dearest? You’d let me breed you as many times as it takes, as many times as I want, wouldn’t you?”
Phoenix can’t help the needy noise that escapes him as he closes his eyes. “Yes. Fuck, yes, Miles.”
Miles lowers himself back to where he was before, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh. “Are you enjoying yourself, dearest?” Phoenix lets out an affirmative noise, nodding. “Of course, my mouth isn’t what you truly want tonight, is it?”
Phoenix shakes his head, swallowing.
Miles cups his balls in hand, making Phoenix hiss. “Tell me what it is you want, Phoenix,” he says as he starts licking at him, teasingly.
“I—God, Miles—”
Gray eyes never leave his mismatched ones.
“Please, please—”
“Please what?” Miles asks innocently, even as he dives back in for more, lapping at him as if he’s the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“Fuck me. Fill me up with your cum, I want everyone to know that I’m yours—”
“They will,” Miles growls out, “They will, dearest. Everyone will know that you’re mine, that I’m the only one allowed to have you like this, to breed you full of my spend.”
And then Miles is reaching over to the nightstand, taking out the lube, uncapping the bottle and slicking his fingers. “Spread for me.”
Phoenix does as he says immediately, without question. Miles slides a lubed finger in, making Phoenix moan with anticipation.
“What a shameless thing you are,” Miles tuts as he fucks him with his finger. “You’ve no idea how badly I wanted to have you right then and there, to claim you as mine for all those people to see.”
“Would’ve—fuck,” Phoenix curses as Miles slides a second finger in, “would’ve let you. I want—I want everyone to know I’m yours.” After a bit, Miles adds a third finger. “I want you to have me anytime you want, anytime you need to come. I want to be so full of you that I won’t even remember what being empty is like.”
Miles makes a sound close to a snarl, undoing the buckle of his pants and fuck, he’s still fully clothed, that’s so fucking hot—
Finally, Miles’s dick is out, and he slicks himself up, watching Phoenix intently. “Are you ready, dear?”
Phoenix nods vehemently, too worked up to speak. Miles lines his cock up to Phoenix’s entrance, giving one final look before sliding in slowly. Phoenix chokes out a gasp at feeling so full, and he shivers thinking about how Miles is going to fill him up even more.
Miles gives him a second to adjust, but Phoenix can’t take it anymore. “Miles. Move.”
Miles starts rocking his hips back and forth, making Phoenix moan. “Darling,” Miles pants out, “you feel exquisite—”
“I—fuck—” Phoenix moans as Miles starts to thrust his hips faster into him. “I want you to keep filling me up, please—”
“I will, dearheart, I will—” Miles promises as he pins Phoenix’s hands above his head, starting to pound into him. “I’ll never leave you empty ever again—”
“Fuck, fuck, Miles, please—” Phoenix cries out, “Fill me, fill me, fill me—”
“As many times as it takes,” Miles pants out, an intense look on his face. “I’ll fill you over and over and over again, as many times to make you mine, to make you pregnant—”
“Touch me, touch me, please—”
Miles wraps his hand around his cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, driving Phoenix crazy. “You’re beautiful like this, Phoenix. You’ll be beautiful carrying my child, carrying proof of my love, of what I did to you,” He starts kissing sloppily at Phoenix’s neck, desperate and wild. “I love you, you’re mine, I love you, I love you—”
“Miles, I’m—fuck!” Phoenix cries out, cock jerking in Miles’s hand and coating it with his cum.
“Beautiful, gorgeous, wonderful—” Miles mutters, “Going to fill you like you wanted, I won’t ever stop— Phoenix, Phoenix, Phoenix—” And then Miles is coming inside him, holding him close as he keeps gasping out Phoenix’s name. He continues thrusting through the aftershocks until he’s run dry, and finally, Miles flops next to Phoenix on the bed.
Heavy breaths echo throughout the room as they both come down from their high. They lay there for a bit, Miles starting to cuddle next to Phoenix.
“So,” Phoenix starts, still panting a bit, “that happened.”
Miles snorts. “Oh, please. It seems you enjoyed yourself.”
“Oh, I most definitely did, mister—”
“Do not call me that—”
“—But what I mean is, I never thought all this would happen because of my stupid tooth.”
Miles makes a face. “I despise the fact that you’re right.”
Phoenix smirks, holding him close. “You usually do.” Miles playfully smacks him with his hand, even as he snuggles in closer. He gazes at his partner, feeling lighter than he has in a while. “I love you.”
Miles’s returning smile makes his heart burst. “I love you too, dearest.”
They lay like that for a while, basking in their love for each other, in each other’s company.
“Hey, Miles?”
“Yes, Phoenix?”
“Just how many times did you jack off to that video?”
Silence.
“...I plead the fifth.”