[fic] Bath Time

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Title: Bath Time
Original Thread: here
Author: kiyala
Word Count: 1145
Fandom: Phoenix Wright
Pairing: Miles Edgeworth / Phoenix Wright
Rating: R
Warnings: gay lawyers, foreplay, swearing
Disclaimer: CAPCOM own Phoenix Wright
Prompt: Ok peeps! I'd like Phoenix & Edgeworth in an onsen, traditional Japanese bath.
Everybody sits around in them bathing, naked, and sometimes there are mixed gender baths too.
+1 for more characters, male or female! +2 for Phoenix & Edgeworth having the hots for eachother, but no relationship yet and +3 for sexytime. ;3

x-posted to narumitsu, igiari and gyakuten_saiban

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As far as things went, this was beyond odd. It was awkward and uncomfortable. Phoenix leaned against the rock wall of the warm bath, checking for the eleventh time since entering, that his towel was still secure around his waist. Edgeworth had his eyes shut and his head tilted back, with his arms against the edge of the bath, looking relaxed. What Phoenix didn’t know was that it was just the prosecutor’s way of hiding his own nervousness.

The only one who was unaffected at all was Larry, who had carelessly tied his towel around his waist and was more interested in trying to figure out how to peep into the female baths, where Maya, Pearl, Lotta and Franziska were. They could hear Lotta complaining to the others about how the owners would not allow her in with her camera, and Franziska telling them off; “Foolish fools! Leave your foolishly foolish banter for another foolish occasion. I’m trying to relax!”

Edgeworth chuckled softly in response and it made Phoenix look up at him. He immediately wished that he hadn’t, as he’d been avoiding looking at the other man since they had walked into the entrance of the onsen. There was something about the prosecutor that made him want to stare and not look away – and that was when he had his clothes on. Phoenix’s gaze was inexorably drawn to the curve of the other man’s neck, following it down to the broad shoulders, muscled chest… he gulped loudly and it made Edgeworth open his eyes.

Phoenix froze, not having enough time to think to look away before Edgeworth’s eyes met his. They stared at each other and the fair-haired man finally pushed himself away from the wall and straightened up before speaking.

“Is something the matter, Wright?”

Phoenix shook his head dumbly. He felt the blood rushing to his cheeks under Edgeworth’s gaze and he was sure that the bright shade of crimson that his face was turning could not simply be explained by the heat of the water they sat in.

Edgeworth was about to speak, but Larry had chosen that moment to try climbing over the bamboo partition that separated the male and female baths. He fell over with a shriek, which was then echoed by Maya and Lotta. Edgeworth and Phoenix quickly turned their heads in the direction of the noise.

“F-F-FOOL!” Franziska sounded embarrassed and outraged. Phoenix instinctively flinched at the sound of a whip cracking.

“She brought her whip inside with her?” Phoenix asked, feeling sorry for Larry as he listened to his friend howling in pain and apologising.

“Poor Larry,” Edgeworth muttered, but he was smiling. “Serves him right.”

Phoenix, who had forgotten his previous embarrassment in favour of sympathy for Larry, felt his cheeks redden gain as he realised that this now meant that he was alone with Edgeworth. The fact that they were both naked, save for their towels, made it even worse.

Edgeworth watched in amusement. Phoenix seemed to be feeling embarrassed enough for the two of them. There was a small part of is mind telling him that it was one thing to be feeling uncomfortable in this kind of situation, and it was an entirely different thing to be blushing as much as Phoenix was.

The prosecutor sighed. His old friend always did have a tendency to allow his emotions to play out across his face.

Leaning back and fighting the smirk off his lips, he spoke. “Honestly, Wright. If you don’t want to sit in here with me, then you could just—”

“Th-that’s not it,” Phoenix stammered, “I-I don’t really m-mind. It’s just—”

“In that case,” Edgeworth sat up and leaned towards the other man until their noses were nearly touching. “Just sit back and relax, Wright.”

“E-Edgeworth…”

Had Edgeworth not found the other man’s habit of stuttering under pressure endearing, he would have been frustrated. Instead, he allowed the smirk to spread across his lips and leaned just a little closer. He could almost feel Phoenix’s lips trembling against his.

“Your call, Wright,” he murmured, and he was sure that he heard a quiet whine escape from the back of the other man’s throat. Neither of them moved and Edgeworth was about to pull away when Phoenix closed the gap between their lips.

Edgeworth held back for a moment, giving the other man time to pull away. When he didn’t, the prosecutor deepened the kiss, licking Phoenix’s lips and urging them to part. His hand wound around to rest on the nape of the dark-haired man’s neck, holding him close as they kissed.

“Edgeworth…” Phoenix whispered as they pulled apart. His blue eyes stayed focusing on the other man’s lips for a moment before looking up, meeting his gaze.

The fair-haired man was smiling and for once, it was not mocking. Phoenix tentatively smiled back and Edgeworth pressed their lips together for another brief kiss, finding it far easier than having to think of the proper things to say. Phoenix did not seem to mind, shuffling slightly closer so that he was leaning against the other man. His heart began to beat faster than it already was when Edgeworth placed a hand on his chest, his fingers trailing downwards.

“You’re definitely enjoying yourself, aren’t you Wright?” he murmured, smirking as he brushed his fingers over what was already a rather noticeable protrusion from below Phoenix’s towel.

“Edgeworth,” he gasped the name out. “Not here…”

“No?” Edgeworth slid his hand below the towel and around Phoenix’s hardening member.

“No…” his protest was far weaker this time, and he could keep his hips from thrusting, just a little, into Edgeworth’s hand. “I don’t think it would be a good idea… in here… mmm…”

His cheeks reddened when Edgeworth pulled the towel away. The prosecutor straddled him, smirking and undoing his own towel before kissing Phoenix hard.

“S-someone might catch us,” the dark-haired man stammered. “Like Larry.”

Edgeworth made a dismissive noise. “I highly doubt that he’ll be coming back here. He’s probably off flirting with some poor nurse as she tries to tend to the wounds that whip gave him.”

Phoenix winced at the thought, but knew that Edgeworth was most probably right. And then he couldn’t think as the other man continued stroking him.

“Your expression right now is priceless,” the fair-haired man informed him, their lips almost touching. “I ask you to forgive me for being so vulgar, but all I can think of at the moment is how badly I want to fuck you, Wright.”

Phoenix moaned softly, his head falling back as Edgeworth kissed down his neck.

“I think that having sex here would probably break some of the rules. Like… all of the ones about hygiene.”

Edgeworth pulled away, the corners of his lips twitching upwards. “Fine. How about the showers?”

Phoenix straightened up. “I’ll race you.”


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