THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTERRRR! Oh my goodness... I can't believe it's actually over. It's really sad. I had so much fun writing this and to think that it all ends here... Well, I really hope you guys liked it. There's no smut in this chapter (sad!), but it's very, very sweet (or so I tried to make it). I spent lots of time on the details, especially at the end. I wanted this to be perfect for you guys. Make sure you review to tell me how you liked the ending! What kind of emotions did it invoke if any at all? How did you feel when you read it? I'd really appreciate the feedback!

Warnings: Yaoi. Sweet, sweet yaoi.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em, nor do I profit off 'em, but I sure do manipulate 'em.

After Phoenix's first visit to Miles' apartment, it was nearly every night that the two got together; it was becoming less and less appealing for both of them to have to wait for a trial and for one of them to lose before they could sleep together. Miles actually found himself accustomed to having another in his bed, and whenever there was a night that he found himself alone under his covers, he felt nearly incomplete and found the task of falling asleep to be quite difficult. He stopped refuting the good feelings that he got from his rival and, although at times he still felt worry toward the future, he was able to lay to rest his proprieties when Phoenix was near.

Rain pounded against the windows harshly on the night that Miles first found himself aware of how completely spellbound he could be by Phoenix Wright.

"I don't believe that a storm like this was in the forecast this morning," Miles said softly. He was positioned next to Phoenix on the loveseat in front of the television, their sides pressed against each other as the prosecutor took the remote from the coffee table and began flipping to the local news.

"Yeah, I didn't see anything this bad," Phoenix added.

The local news came on and the two could only see a caption that said "storm alert" before the television's screen went completely black, along with every light that surrounded the two men in the apartment. Miles jumped slightly and he heard Phoenix inhale sharply.

"I think the power's out," the defense pointed out, and Miles could hear him shuffle in his seat until he was standing. "Do you have any candles?"

Miles breathed slowly, feeling cold air at his side where Phoenix's body had been against his own. "There should be candles on the shelf in the hall closet," he said. "And a book of matches, as well."

"Alright," Phoenix said. "I'll be right back." Miles nodded, although he was sure it was too dark for the other to have seen him anyhow.

The prosecutor heard Phoenix walk away from him and down the hall, and then his hall closet door open. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to feel about Phoenix knowing his house so well, but he was sure that it didn't anger him like he knew it would have only a month earlier.

Phoenix shuffled back into the living room after another thirty seconds and Miles heard him setting a candle down on the nearby kitchen counter. The sound of a match being struck filled the prosecutor's ears and a small ignition immediately followed. Miles could see the small flame and a bit of the hand holding it and it traveled carefully to the wick of the candle sitting upon the counter. The flame warmed the waxy wick for a few seconds before it caught fire, small and blue at first, but gradually the flame grew stronger, yellow and orange.

The room became a bit less pitch black, the candle dimly lighting the area around it. The match was waved back and forth carefully to be put out. Step by step, Phoenix approached Miles and turned toward the coffee table in front of them to place another candle there as well before using another match to light this one.

Now Miles could see Phoenix's face clearer in the dark and as the defense attorney set down the matchbook, the prosecutor noticed that slung over his other arm was one of the blankets from the closet. Did Phoenix intend to… make a romantic moment of this lapse in luminescence?

He sat back down next to Miles swiftly and covered the both of them in the thick comforter, leaning over to his rival and resting his head on his shoulder to lie there serenely. Miles tensed up at first before he slowly began to relax and he let his head fall to rest atop Phoenix's.

Minutes passed by slowly but comfortably, Miles almost drifting off before he realized that he had to go to the bathroom. He wasn't sure how long they'd been sitting with each other, but it was clearly long enough for the two of them to get quite warm with each other and the blanket; he rose slowly from his spot only after removing Phoenix's head from his shoulder extremely gently, and as soon his body left the comforter he felt a strong cold chill run through his body.

"I'll be back in a moment," Miles said as Phoenix yawned from his spot on the couch.

"Yeah, okay," he mumbled, his voice a bit groggy.

Miles could feel just exactly how cold his apartment was as he walked down his hall. Even on carpeted floor his bare feet were chilled and he rubbed his own arms for friction heat. After a reasonable struggle in the bathroom—there was absolutely no light source, and even living there Miles had trouble remembering where everything was at—Miles exited and began his trek back to his rival on the couch. On his way back and upon his return, he noticed that the candle on the counter was still aflame, but the one that had burned on the coffee table had gone out.

Miles approached the couch one more and was barely able to see in the very dim room that Pess now sat in Phoenix's lap and she was licking his face affectionately.

"Pess, you seem to have taken my spot," Miles said, the voice he saved for his dog much more playful and gentle than the voice he used with anybody else. He reached down to the dog's head and petted her for a few moments as Phoenix laughed softly. "Get down, girl," Miles commanded after a few moments, and Pess jumped down from Phoenix's lap carefully, trotting off, presumably to find someplace warm to lie in the cold house.

"Jealous, huh?" the defense attorney said softly, his voice teasing.

Miles narrowed his eyes at his rival, even in the darkness where neither of them could see. "Pess doesn't need to be on the couch."

"But you told her that she took her spot," Phoenix chuckled, and he reached out and grabbed onto Miles' wrist carefully, pulling him toward the couch. Within moments Miles was next to Phoenix once again, their bodies pressed close and his lover pulling the comforter over their bodies.

Miles felt his heart leap as Phoenix pulled him yet closer with one arm around the prosecutor's waist and the other over the front of his chest. Only as Phoenix buried his head into the crook of Miles' neck did the latter realize the gravity of what he felt for the former, and Miles' heart picked up speed until it soared when the other man kissed his neck softly.

"Phoenix," the prosecutor sighed, his entire body and mind engulfed in warmth that couldn't be chilled by the cold air from a power outage.

"Mm?" Phoenix hummed in reply, his sound muffled by the other's neck.

Miles could feel his cheeks glowing with embarrassment. "I don't believe that I've ever really… loved another person before," he began, his voice cautious and careful, but with the nervousness of what he was about to profess. He could barely hear himself talk over his own heartbeat and he knew that Phoenix could hear it as well, for the defense attorney his face away from the prosecutor's neck and the arm that lay over his chest moved. A hand covered Miles' heart.

Phoenix turned his head toward Miles, their faces five inches apart at the most. The latter could see the whites of his rival's eyes bright, even in the darkness.

Miles pushed on. He had to. He couldn't back out now.

"However…" he breathed, "if the way I feel when I'm with you is anything to go by… I think that I love you."

Phoenix leaned in slowly and pressed their lips together as softly as one ever could manage. Four seconds passed by before the defense pulled away.

"I've loved you practically since we were kids, Miles."

Miles felt surprised, and as much as he wanted to investigate it, he couldn't bring himself in his current state of comfort and exhaustion to push it. Instead, Miles wrapped his arms around Phoenix's figure and pushed him down flat onto the couch, the defense's head resting on the arm of the couch and Miles' head resting on Phoenix's chest. He didn't have to be smiling on the outside to prove how happy he was this time.

Phoenix's arms around him were enough.