"Say it again."
"M-M... Miles..." Phoenix stuttered uncertainly.
"Good boy." Edgeworth smiled sweetly before repeating;
"Good little Ukey-Pheenie." Phoenix blushed with embarrassment.
"Now, why don't you continue to be a beautiful little boy whilst Daddy Miles pleasures you, hmm?"
"D-Daddy M-Miles...?" The defence attorney flushed a light pink as Edgeworth swiftly ran his fingers up his bare chest kinkily, relishing Phoenix's every flinch.

One thing was for sure - that night was certainly not very peaceful for the unsuspecting defence attorney.

"Nngh.." Phoenix groaned quietly, restlessly fidgeting where he was on the cold, rough floor and grimacing as he felt an unpleasant moist sensation upon his chest. Edgeworth smirked down at him cheekily, his own bare chest also drenched in a thick white liquid like some sort of unprecedented decorations. The defence attorney weakly lifted his, pulled down, striped boxers back up onto his thighs, trembling.
"Wow..." The man breathed out airily, placing a hand on his hip and chuckling in wonder under his breath;
"You're much better at this than I expected," He exclaimed.
"Th-That was... U-Uncalled for.." Phoenix protested, gasping for air and blushing uncontrollably.
"What was?"
"D-Doing that to me..." The defence attorney averted his eyes bashfully as Edgeworth ran his fingers lightly over all the bruises and scars upon his, previously pure and unscathed, skin.
"Oh, you mean these?" The man widened his eyes 'innocently' as he gestured to Phoenix's injured physique.
"N-Not just th-the marks! Y-You didn't ask f-for permission to... Y-You know what,"
"Someone's getting rather too hot-headed and embarrassed, aren't they, Pheenie?" Edgeworth chuckled lightly, a crooked horny smirk on his face as he continued;
"Besides, I never ask you for permission. If I did, we wouldn't get anywhere now would we, Pheenie? Because you're far too embarrassed for your own good aren't you, Pheenie?" Phoenix gazed up blankly at the sneering figure towering over his trembling body, beginning to strongly dislike the dulled features of the seme's face, the unusually dark, heartless eyes, the new crooked features of his nose, and his cold, sharp tongue.

Edgeworth was... Making fun of him? Abusing him? Taunting him?

The defence attorney blinked back tears and bluntly replied;
"E-Edgeworth, wh-why are w-we in a-a b-basement?" His voice was shaking uncontrollably now, along with his bottled up, mixed emotions creating a hurricane inside the confines of his mind.
"This idiocy again?" The man spat;
"Listen, Pheenie darling, I thought I told you not to ask me about that earlier."
"B-But why c-can't I- aaoow!" The defence attorney's eyes pricked with tears again, blurring his vision behind a murky sea, as Edgeworth's hand came down upon him again - this time on his 'area'.
"Wh-Why are y-you being l-like this..? H-Have I u-upset you s-someh-aaaa...aaah..." Phoenix's creased, concerned brows simultaneously unwillingly relaxed as the man above him began to stroke his 'private area', eliciting quiet, restless moans from his boyfriend.
"Will this shut you up?" Edgeworth smirked meanly, now rubbing his foot (which was clothed in a grey sock without a shoe) against the fabric of Phoenix's striped boxers and grinning in his own pleasure as he ripped every unwitting sound-effect from the defence attorney;
"You slut," He commented absent-mindedly.
"Nn... S-Stop... Y-You've already...."
"Have you not heard?" Edgeworth leant over, making sure his face was a mere inch away from Phoenix's so that his boyfriend could feel his warm breath;
"You're capable of multiple orgasms." The defence attorney widened his eyes, gasping helplessly and struggling to bring his hand to Edgeworth's in order to prise him away.
"I'll play nice if you promise to one thing." The man's voice became stern as he forced eye-contact with Phoenix.
"You won't make me annoyed again will you, Pheenie?"

Two quick shakes of his spiky head.

"You promise, don't you?"

Two curt nods.

"Good. Oh and, if you disobey me again, you know what will happen don't you?" Clearly Edgeworth had hit a 'sweet spot', as all Phoenix could respond with at that point was a filthily loud groan. The man took that as an affirmative answer to his question and withdrew hastily. Phoenix sharply gasped, looking away shyly as he gave his head a minute to clear. He desperately needed to touch himself to release again, but forced himself to wait due to the fact that he didn't feel comfortable doing anything like that in front of Edgeworth anymore. The man stood up above him, adjusting his cravat - Edgeworth had dressed up straight away after their earlier 'event' whilst leaving Phoenix blissfully unclothed. After a few moments of tuning into the eerily loud, continuous mumbles of silence the defence attorney coyly stole a glance at Edgeworth again.

Icily-cold, abusive, crooked, unattractive, alcoholic (or certainly smelt like it) and heartless. Everything Phoenix had been led to believe Edgeworth wasn't all throughout the years - until now. Had he done something to upset the man? No, the Edgeworth Phoenix knew and loved would never have been so cold and manipulative. Yes, he'd have been moderately manipulative, but you'd always be able to tell that he possessed a heart. Right now, the circumstances were certainly different.

That's when something clicked.

Something about the unfamiliar facial structure, the new way of arranging his cravat, his sharp tongue, his crooked hair.... Phoenix turned to the man fully again, trying his best to fight off his red cheeks.

"Y-You're not Edgeworth, are you?"