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[(Anonymous)]

Hakuba or Kaito or Kaitou Kid.

Masturbation. Watching or participating.

[(Anonymous)]

The next person to touch his hair or face would die. Actually, the next person who touched him at all would. Painfully.

Or maybe lose their hands. Or get punched in the face.

Or Saguru could just leave the damn party; avoid the crowd, and the idiots it contained. It wasn’t like he’d actually be able to do any of those things, no matter how tempting it was at the moment. Saguru doubted he had it in him to kill someone just like that.

Instead he’d have to settle for being slightly rude and leave without telling anyone. He was grateful that Nakamori hadn’t ordered him to stay in the ballroom, even if the owner of the mansion hadn’t liked the idea of letting a teenager roam the house. He’d been worried Saguru would disturb the guests, since all of them were staying at the mansion.

The jewel Kid was after was currently in the middle of the room, around the neck of a woman wearing a dress meant for someone twenty years younger. Saguru thought she was the owner’s girlfriend, but he wasn’t quite sure. She wasn’t his wife, that much he was sure of. It wasn’t really relevant either way.

Saguru left the room, hoping the many police officers in there to be enough to stop Kid if he came. He doubted it, more out of experience than lack of faith in Nakamori and his men. It wasn’t that Saguru had had more success, but then no one could be said to have had any success in capturing the bloody phantom.

Not phantom, he mentally corrected, while nodding to the officers he passed in the hallways. It would do him no good to start thinking of Kid like that. Thief, person, man, boy, classmate… That wasn’t much better really, as he still didn’t have any evidence. Saguru sighed when he considered his behaviour in regards to the thief. After they gotten that hair he hadn’t really done much to find evidence, more the opposite. Sometimes he wondered what was wrong with him, making a phone call like that.

He walked up one of the many stairs in the mansion, since heading up couldn’t hurt. The Kaitou was known for his fondness of heights after all. The second floor was quiet, and dark, but Saguru could still see the officers standing in the hallway. Saguru frowned. The officers didn’t make any sign of having seen him, which was odd.

And ‘odd’ at a heist meant trouble. Saguru stepped further into the hallway, reaching for his mobile. Walkie-talkies had been banned by the owner, the fool, for being too noticeable, and for having the potential of upsetting the guests. After all, they were here to have fun. And since the man had some political power the Task Force had been ordered to do as he said.

He approached the closest officer, immediately noticing how the man was leaning against the wall, and a handy chair. He was asleep, and Saguru hit speed dial. Or would have if the mobile hadn’t been snatched from his hand, just before a hand shoved a piece of fabric into his mouth, and his hands were twisted and he felt the cool metal of his own handcuffs close around his wrists.

Saguru was half dragged and half pushed into the nearest room. It was dark in there as well, but he could tell that the room was in use. Probably by one of guests. Had Kid impersonated someone already? Did that mean he had stolen the jewel?

His feet were kicked out from under him and he fell face first down onto the bed, but it wasn’t difficult to turn around and sit up. On the chair left of the bed sat a slight, middle aged man fast asleep. Kid was already on the other side of the room, and flipped a switch, turning the light on. Saguru blinked, trying to get used to the brightness and then the thief was right in front of him.

“Now, now Tantei-san.” Kid sounded as amused as ever. “I am trying to do this quietly, so the party won’t get ruined.”

Of course. Kid was a gentleman and ruining a party would be bad form. Like Saguru cared, but he wasn’t going to complain. The current situation was more interesting than the party, even if he was tied up.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Heiji and Kaito.

Kink: Mistaken Identities.

[(Anonymous)]

It was only the vaguely familiar chuckle in his ear that kept Kaito from lashing out when tanned arms slid around him from behind, pinning his arms to his sides.

"Hey, Kudou," the man said, licking Kaito's ear. The thick Kansai accent and name clicked in Kaito's mind just as he found himself spun around to meet Hattori Heiji's fond eyes.

"Ha--" A warm mouth covered his protest, Hattori's strong arms bodily swinging him off the street and into a nearby alley. Cool concrete pressed against Kaito's back, a muscled leg sliding between his own.

"Missed you," the green-eyed detective murmured against Kaito's mouth. "Missed you--"

Obviously, Kaito thought, the word edged with-- not worry, because the detective was hardly being malicious despite having Kaito pinned in an alleyway, and not embarrassment because he hadn't been on speaking terms with that state of mind for years, but...

Well. Tantei-han apparently hadn't missed Kudou enough to make sure he had the right guy!

Hattori's tongue slid out of Kaito's mouth, and Kaito caught a breath. "You've--ah!" Hattori bit right at the sensitive point under Kaito's ear, and he lost most of his train of thought. If it turned out Kaito and his detective doppelganger shared erogenous zones, he was going to have to do something very very drastic--

A warm hand fumbled under Kaito's Tshirt, fingertips finding the small of his back and lower, dipping under the waistband of his jeans.

"How quiet can you be?" Hattori asked, mouthing the words up Kaito's jaw.

"Not--" ohgod...

Fingers replaced Hattori's lips, salt sweat and the thick scent of soft rubber -- his motorcycle handlebars -- pressing down on Kaito's tongue. At the base of his fingers, a soft ridge of leather brushed past Kaito's lips. Bike gloves, Kaito thought wildly, wide eyes meeting Hattori's own. White teeth flashed behind the gloves' fastening, catching on the tab.

The sound of velcro ripping apart tore through the alley.

"Take it off," Heiji murmured, eyes bright over a feral grin.

If it would get Heiji's fingers out of his mouth so Kaito could explain... Kaito shifted, Heiji's fingers slipping free, angling so the leather glove pressed against Kaito's teeth. Gently, Kaito bit down, tugging at the thin leather, nipping and pulling until the glove came free. He turned his head to the side to spit it out--

"Bite down."

--huh?

Heiji smirked, pushing the glove a little more fully into Kaito's mouth. "Bite down," he repeated, his bare hand dropping pointedly to Kaito's belt buckle, "and don't drop it."

But--

"Please?"

Kaito held Heiji's gaze for a moment, then slowly, bit down. He could drop the glove as soon as Heiji wasn't looking.

Heiji's eyes lit up. "It looks good," he murmured, fingers working Kaito's fly. A kiss dropped near Kaito's chin. "Really... really..." He kissed under Kaito's chin, tipping Kaito's jaw up, head pressing against the concrete-- Kaito could drop the glove as soon as Heiji stopped that and gave him room to open his mouth--

A warm hand closed around Kaito's erection, making Kaito buck.

Tantei-kun is going to kill me.

Behind him, Heiji's gloved hand pushed encouragingly at Kaito's ass, rocking Kaito against him and into the warm curve of his bare hand. "So good," Heiji murmured against Kaito's throat. "C'mon... can't wait, please..."

Kaito groaned into the glove, hands clenching in Heiji's shirt.

It was all that kept him standing when Heiji's weight abruptly lifted, the detective dropping to a crouch and tugging Kaito's jeans and underwear with him. Kaito's eyes flew wide, meeting a pleading green gaze.

"Please," Heiji whispered, warm air shivering over Kaito's cock. Kaito started to open his mouth, drop the damn leather and give him what-for, and Heiji repeated, "Please."

Kaito stared, unable to look away, as Heiji mouthed the word down his shaft. Slowly, he clenched his teeth back on the gag, watching something in Heiji's gaze relax.

Then Heiji's mouth opened, and he licked at the tiny droplet of liquid beaded in the slit. Kaito's breath caught as Heiji, still watching him, slid his mouth down over the head of Kaito's cock.

[(Anonymous)]

Kaito and Hakuba.

Cat Fetish?

[(Anonymous)]

Kaito and Hakuba.
Cat Fetish?

Hakuba was staring at him again, with those slit-pupil amber coloured eyes. Kaito narrowed his own eyes back, tail lashing back and forth around his lower legs. The blond was up to something, he could tell by the tilt of the furry tan ears and the flicking of the tip of the long tail. Well, he wasn’t going to-

The blond leapt, hands-cum-paws outstretched as he pounced on Kaito. Or tried to, Kaito dodged backwards as soon as he saw Hakuba move. Unfortunately, Hakuba had anticipated this, adding a second bounce to his landing, arms wrapping around Kaito’s torso. Kaito growled and twisted, trying to kick the larger cat-boy off of him and mostly succeeding.

They rolled around on the floor, swatting at each other as they growled and made the occasional hiss as a tender spot was hit. It didn’t last long, Hakuba winning the scuffle.

It wasn’t fair, Kaito rumbled in irritation. He was flexible and strong as all hell, but that didn’t matter when someone larger and heavier sat on top of you.

Hakuba purred low in his throat, a pleased sound as he proceeded to pin Kaito’s shoulder with a large warm hand and groom Kaito’s ear. Kaito sulked for a while, then was embarrassed to find himself purring softly, eyes half-lidded in pleasure. Who knew that ears could feel good being groomed like that? Or cheeks. Right there, high up on the edge of the cheekbone, just under the eye…

He reached up and lazily swatted at Hakuba’s face until he could reach the blond’s cheeks with his own rough sandpapered tongue, returning the favour and grooming him back. Hakuba purred, his own eyes drooping in pleasure.

Which was the opportunity Kaito had been looking for to turn the tables. He twisted, finally kicking Hakuba off and making to scurry away, the top of the library bookshelves seemed like a good place, no way Hakuba could squeeze up there…

Except that Hakuba pounced on him again and they went rolling, Hakuba ending up on top again, pinning the back of Kaito’s shoulders to the ground with his hands, a smug grin on his face. Not fair. Totally not fair. Why did Hakuba have to adapt better to the change than he did? And where the hell was an all-concealing smoke bomb when you needed one?

He braced his feet and bucked his hips upwards against Hakuba’s, trying to throw the larger blond off of him. It didn’t work, but it felt kind of good, so he did it a second time. The third time he did it, a little yowling sound escaped from his mouth as his hardening erection rubbed against the solid one above him. Hakuba echoed the same yowling noise as Kaito thrust against him again.

Kaito yowled louder when Hakuba ground his hips down, grabbing Hakuba’s and pulling him back down rubbing their groins together, sending pleasant electrical tingles down his spine. He rolled them over so he was on top, Hakuba between his thighs as he rocked against him, riding him. The blond arching his back and yowling louder in pleasure, gripping Kaito so he couldn’t get away.

It was a good look for the blond. Kaito grinned and bit at the exposed neck, delighting in the way Hakuba acted like he’d been hit by a thunderbolt, eyes scrunched shut as he howled his enjoyment to the world. Then Hakuba arched up at him, returning the favour and it was Kaito’s turn to howl, slamming his hips back against Hakuba’s, almost seeing sparks behind his eyes. They were almost there, a little bit more and-

A bucked of cold water splashed down on top of them. They both hissed, quickly breaking apart to dry land, glaring at the puddle of liquid where they had been. He could hear a distinctly annoyed feminine voice grumble from above them. “Damn cats. Always yowling and making out under my bedroom window.”

Kaito made a special note of which house it was and made a mental promise to leave a headless vole on their doorstep in the morning. In the mean time… He glanced at Hakuba, who was giving him a heated speculative look, and smirked back in return. They had some interrupted activities to finish.

-fin-

[(Anonymous)]

Vermouth and Sherry.

Something with exposure and/or first times?

[(Anonymous)]

"I got you a birthday present."

Shiho looked at the woman in heels that had just entered her room.
"It's your birthday right? I figured I'd be nice and get you something."

Her eyes narrowed, "You've never gotten a present from me, so you could at least say something."

"Thank you," she got out through gritted teeth.

"Now come on Shiho-chan, open your present." Vermouth made herself comfortable on the couch and patted the seat next to her.

Shiho walked over, dreading whatever was in the bag. Quickly, she sat and took the bag, pulling out the paper and then stared at the clear box holding her present.

"It's a vibrator!"

Shiho stared at the woman next to her. "I know what it is, why did you think I needed one?"

"Well you seem like you need to loosen up and nothing does it better than this, short of it plus human interaction."

"Don't-"

But it was too late, the woman was on top of her, knowing just the spots to disarm her: her sides, tickling.

Shiho gasped for air, laughter escaping instead.

She would always start like this and Shiho knew that she couldn't say no. She had tried before and it seemed like the Organization had left her as well. However, that also meant her sister was inaccessible to her. The fear took her over too quickly, unsure if they would leave her alive for long.
She was far too manipulated to believe she could survive without her.
And even if the woman on top of her was several years older, she knew how to leave her wanting more.

Vermouth had stopped tickling her and was gripping Shiho's hands above her. Immediately she realized that this would go farther than it had ever before. Kisses and touches would be as far but now, already she felt the smooth hand pushing up her skirt, pushing down her underwear as her lips were locked on hers.

Vermouth grinned as Shiho's legs wrapped around her, pushing into her hand.
"I didn't realize you wanted this so badly."
"Oh shut up!"

She could feel the liquid spilling from her as she came, shocks going up and down her legs.

Vermouth sat back and pulled the vibrator out, "Now tell me how this feels."
"Wait, I'm not-"

Shiho's words were stolen as the smooth object slid into her, reaching her to her core.
"Oh god."

Vermouth leaned over the girl to kiss her.
"Now don't say I don't ever take care of you. Happy Birthday."

[(Anonymous)]

Saguru/Kaitou Kid
Kink: handcuffs and jail cell

Warnings for: Dark, Non-Con and Generally Creepy part 1

[(Anonymous)]

I think this somehow got inspired by the request below. Sorry.

He doesn’t know where he is. He’s aware of the dull throbbing headache pounding in his head, the way his shoulders ache, and the slight chill in the air. It’s hard to think, much less put the pieces together and full awareness comes slowly.

There was a heist last night. He, as the Kaitou Kid, had invited the police and the owner to prevent him from stealing a lovely choker style necklace laden with a 20 karat sparkling rock in the centre and various smaller jewels all around, and then laughed as they failed to keep him from doing so. The inflatable decoy had flown away, the Kaitou Kid had snuck out the back and…

And…

He’d woken up here. Arms suspended high above his head, pulled far enough away from each other that he can’t touch his hands to pick the locks of what feel like handcuffs. He can’t undo his hands. His feet are flat on the floor, but just barely. Much higher and balance is going to be a problem.

There’s a blindfold around his eyes, over the monocle covering the right side of his face, pinning it to his face. He can open that eye, but all he can see is red tinted black. Either there’s not much light, or his tie is serving double duty as a blindfold. His shirt collar is undone and there’s a strange heavy weight around his neck, like a collar. And lastly, his ears are unplugged but he can’t hear anything but a faint buzzing noise in the background. Most likely a white noise generator, masking any sounds of where he might be.

His mouth is free, no gag, but the thought doesn’t bring him much reassurance. His hat and gloves are also still on, but once again, not much reassurance. The lockpicking tools up his sleeves and the small blade inside the gloves are gone. No injuries, save the headache, the ache in his shoulders and his hands going numb, meaning he’s probably been down here for a while. Also not reassuring.

Someone set out to capture to the Kaitou Kid. And did so, without much fuss or fanfare.

He swallows. His first thought is that Snake and the mysterious organisation the jewel thief-assassin worked for finally got him. But that doesn’t feel right, they want him dead, not strung up like a Christmas turkey. Unless they want to interrogate him maybe?

The thought fills him with more dread than their wanting to kill him. Death was permanent, but torture could go on as long as the tormentor wished it to. Longer, if you lived beyond it. He didn’t have much to protect, Jiichan, Obachan, Aoko, but he wanted to keep at least the last two as innocent of this as possible.

Would Jiichan be able to come and find him? He doesn’t know.

He debates the possibility that it was the police, and then discounts that as well. If it was the police, he would have heard Inspector Nakamori’s bellow by now, gloating about his capture. No, this doesn’t feel like police. Possibly Interpol or another agency…

[(Anonymous)]

Kaitou/Tantei (preferably all three with surprisingly seme Heiji)

Sadomasochism and abuse

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Hakuba/Kaito(or as Kid).
Kink: MPreg. (Don't care who. ^^)

[(Anonymous)]

Sex in high places, and I don't mean just a rooftop, those are easy. Water tower? Big tree? Necking while dangling from a rope upside down? On the ledge of a tall building up against a window? Do it. Yaoi/het/whatever. Have fun!

[(Anonymous)]

Why am I tied up in my knickers in the dark?

It was the first thing Hakuba thought when he woke up, groggy, with the feeling that something was very...off with the world. The slightest hint of a breeze brushed his skin, and he got the feeling that he was moving slightly.

Before he could figure out what it was, a voice came from behind him, confirming what the heat at his back was. "We've been kidnapped, Tantei-san." Kaito, Hakuba thought. "We're hanging over something, but I haven't figured out what. Nor do I really want to know."

The detective twisted, still trying to see, and found he could swivel in place. After a moment of nausea, he focused on the sound of Kaito's breathing mere inches in front of him now. "Kuroba, how did this happen?" He demanded softly, his own voice no louder than the thief's.

Kaito chuckled. "How many times must I say it, detective? Your accusations about who I am merely amuse me."

Hakuba was silent for a moment and decided it wasn't important at the moment. "Can you get free?"

"Of course I can." Came the insulted reply. "But as I don't know where I am any more than you do, I'd rather not test and see how far down the ground is." Right, of course.

They were both silent a moment. Thinking. "All right, some...one must have managed to knock us both out. We're not outside, no open sky and the air is almost stale. Can't be a ship, we'd hear it. Could be a warehouse. Which means the ground can't be more tha-what are you doing?" Kaito had been shifting while he spoke and stopped Hakuba with the brush of fingertips over his cheekbone.

"Trying to find your lips so I can shut you up." Kaito replied easily. "I've been awake a full twenty minutes longer than you have. I'm bored."

Hakuba raised an eyebrow. "How can you be bored? We've been kidnapp-mmph..." His eyes widened as both of Kaito's hands pulled him forward to meet the thief's lips, noses bumping clumsily the first try, but dissolving into a soft deep kiss as Kaito got his bearings.

After he pulled away, Kaito smirked. "Panicking is what they expect us to be doing, Tantei-san." He murmured into his lips. "Besides, if I'm going to die, I might as well have fun before hand."

The detective frowned at him, not only at the fact he was kissed, but that his hands were firmly tied behind his back and Kid had gotten his free. "Do you have to be so morbid?" He asked, breathless.

"Of course." Kaito chirped, "It makes me feel better." He nibbled on Hakuba's jawline, leading down to his neck, guided by feel alone.

As his teeth set into his flesh, Hakuba's eyes closed and he became aware that their legs had wrapped together and it was becoming hotter.

After all, he had to agree. If they were going to die in their knickers, it wasn't a bad way to go.

[(Anonymous)]

Fur. Werewolf, fur worn as adornment, any of those. But lots of fur! Bet Shichi's a texture-ho.

Fuzzy Wuzzy Was a Wulf

[(Anonymous)]

He was torn between two phrases in his head, Shinichi thought with only a slight bit of hysteria. It was a toss up between which one was more appropriate.

’Knick-knack patty whack, give the dog a bone’ and ’My, Hattori. What big eyes you have….’

Right now, nervous laughter was starting to win out. Hattori was slowly climbing his way up Shinichi’s bed, giving him an impressive view of the boxers the Osaka native was almost wearing. And a lovely fur coat. As in soft fur the colour of caramel all over Hattori’s body. Alllllll over Hattori’s body.

Werewolf. Hattori was a werewolf. And right now he was looking at Shinichi like Shinichi was prey. “Um. Hattori.” Shinichi tried valiantly not to squeak and failed as he scooted backwards on the bed, brushing Hattori’s furry legs with his own. “What, uh, big fangs you have.”

Hattori grinned at him, showing off the elongated canine teeth. Then he licked his lips, showing off what a nice long flexible tongue he had too and Shinichi nearly went crossed-eyed as Hattori leaned forward and showed that he could use it too. First by licking a stripe up his neck, then lapping at Shinichi’s lips and coaxing him to open his mouth. Which he did, Hattori making a happy rumbling noise as he plundered Shinichi’s mouth until he was breathless.

His friend was looking pleased as he broke off the kiss, lips drawn back in a lupine grin. Shinichi reached up and touched one of the pointed ears at the top of Hattori’s head, feeling them twitch and move in his hands. Hattori groaned low in his chest, a sound of pleasure as Shinichi started rubbing them.

Shinichi paused as Hattori wrapped his hands around Shinichi’s waist, pinning him in place. The backs of Hattori’s hands were also covered in fur, but the palms were thickly calloused and the long thick sharp nails were new. “And, um. What big hands you have.”

Hattori’s response was to rip Shinichi’s nightshirt off. Thankfully it was just an old worn t-shirt and he still had his own pair of boxers, but the display of strength and power was a little disconcerting. Okay, as Hattori began to nuzzle his way down Shinichi’s now bare chest, a LOT disconcerting. Damn if it didn’t feel good though. Shinichi’s boxers vanished, his burgeoning erection rubbing against the soft fur on Hattori’s belly and he writhes into the touch.

Hattori moves southward and Shinichi groans as Hattori takes the time to sniff Shinichi’s bobbing hard-on, inhaling like he’s savouring a fine wine. “And what big-“

He trails off as Hattori raises his head and just looks at him with those green eyes, and Shinichi has the feeling that he won’t be getting any tonight of he continues that line of conversation. He closes his jaw with a snap. Hattori smirks, then lowers his head and licks Shinichi’s erection from the base to the tip and Shinichi arches up off bed, shoving his hands into the dark mass of Hattori’s hair and holding him there.

Knick-knack patty whack, give the wolf a boner….

[(Anonymous)]

Sex on top of a police car. Bonus points if it's occupied! Preference for Sato/Takagi, if possible. :D

Police Sex, part one

[(Anonymous)]

”Fuck me.” Sato-san says, her arms draped over his shoulders, face impossibly close.

”Here?!” Takagi squeaks. “Now?”

’Here’ is on the hood of a patrol car with Inspector Megure inside, crouched down low in the back seat. ‘Now’ is in the middle of a smuggling ring bust. To get in, Sato-san posed as a prostitute with Shiratori as her pimp. Takagi was playing the role of a ‘John’, because as it was so eloquently and repeatedly pointed out, Takagi really couldn’t play the role of a bad ass if their lives depended on it.

She narrows her lovely eyes, wrapping her legs around her waist. “No, after they shoot us.” She mutters.

… She has a point. One of the smugglers thought he smelled a cop, so they had purposed a little ‘test’. Fuck… or die. Takagi would probably get away, but Shiratori and Sato wouldn’t. “But… but…”

This wasn’t how he wanted it to go. He didn’t want his first time with Sato, their first time to be part of a ‘job’, in front of witnesses including their boss. He wanted to at least get the courage to tell her that he loved her first. Maybe a date or two, at least dinner. Something romantic, not a quick fuck as a cheap hooker.

Sato rolls her eyes, reaching down and undoing the zipper of his pants. He’s hard, unbearably hard and strong touch of her small hand doesn’t help with that. He whimpers as his erection twitches in her hand, glad to see some action. “S-Sato-“

”Shhh.” She reaches up and grabs his hand, bringing it down where their bodies are pressed close together, pressing his fingers under her short skirt. He can feel the garter belt holding up the thigh high stockings she’s wearing, but no panties. There’s also liquid, thick warm liquid as his fingers cautiously explore the folds there and she shivers, gripping him closer.

”You’re wet.” He whispers in awe, finding the small hooded protrusion that is her clit and barely brushing it. Sato gasps, hips rocking upwards and he does it again, a surge of pride flowing through him when she groans.

”Yessss.” She hisses, then tilts her head to look him in the eye with half-lidded eyes. “Takagi…” She whispers, wrapping her hand around his erection again, pulling him forward. Her other hand is gripping the hair on his head tightly, pulling him down for a kiss. He braces his hands on the car’s hood, keeping them from falling onto the warm metal as she devours him with her mouth. His restraint flies away for the moment and he’s kissing her back just as urgently and it’s so very good. She tastes like the dark gum she’d been chewing earlier, of the station house coffee. Strong flavours, nothing weak about her.

She guides his member with her hand until he’s inside the wetness, inside of her. He gasps, unprepared for the heat, the tightness and how good it feels. Sato lets out a groan, head tilting back, back arching and baring her smooth pale neck. He leans forward, kissing the bared skin as he slides completely inside of her, aware that she’s trembling, he’s trembling, they’re both trembling over this. “This alright?” He murmurs as he worships the arches of her collarbones with his mouth.

”Yeah.” Her voice is breathy and high. She tilts her head up, looking him in the eye. “Takagi.” She says, her voice still authoritative. “Fuck. Me.”

[(Anonymous)]

Kaito and Shinichi, shower sex

[(Anonymous)]

Kaitou Kid/Kaito, how ever you manage it is fine by me

Kink: Biting

Fic: "Hold"

[(Anonymous)]

He’s dreaming and he knows it; not the first time or even the fiftieth, not for this dream.

Dark space, only as wide as the dreamers (and yes, two of them, of course there is) lit from below with red and blue, red and blue, red and blue; police strobes and the staggered trails of spotlights. They float in a bubble over all that, only able to hear the rest of the world dimly, muffled.

Hakuba’s down in the crowd somewhere. If he strains his eyes he can just catch a glimpse of blond hair over to one side, pale flash against dark uniforms. Red and blue and red and blue and red and--

But now the hands in their white gloves slip around him, just like always, tracing cool, silky patterns down his naked chest. “Got you,” the other murmurs, and of course it’s true; he’s had him since they met on a rooftop full of broken mirrors, since Jii had introduced them to each other with the truth about his father. He’d given himself over, let himself be taken by the other no later than the following night.

“Got you.” And he has never looked back. It’s worth it, after all.

A smile slides along the side of his throat; he knows the feeling, knows it so well… tilts his head back with a gasp as the stark white fingers of the other’s right hand walk their way down with a showman’s timing across ribs and midriff and navel and lower—

Pause. Pause. Breathe. “Mine,” whispers the other. Lingering stroke, slide of silken palm gripping tight, laughter against his throat as his own hands tangle and catch in white folds of a cape and yank them close and Oh, hard slide against the cleft of his ass even through fabric. Motion, aggressive, possessive, incessant.

”Yes.”

The smile against his skin is still there. Magician’s smile, magic’s smile, sharp; promising everything and keeping the promise, all for the price of a little sweat and pain and blood and life and time, tick-tock of a clock with gun-barrels for hands. His breath catches as the other slides against him, remembering what will happen next; and ”Shhhh,” the other says, kissing him low over the collarbone.

The white fingers tighten, slide; the other hand, the sinister one, splays around a nipple and he can feel the fingernails digging in slightly through the fabric as he arches and cries out.

”Shhhhh…”

White teeth against his skin. Gasping, oh now, please-- And they’re sharpsharpsharp and they sink in, and the flood of hot pleasure and pain is overwhelming and excruciating. His fists tighten in the silk of the cape until the fabric cuts into the lines of his hands, and all the while the other drinks.

(Because everything that’s alive has to be fed. He knew that when he gave himself away the first time, on the rooftop. Hakuba would understand, he’d explain it with diagrams and quotes from Darwin.)

(and what’s a little blood, anyway?)

It never lasts long, it never needs to. Never long enough, the rush and shock of it, like flying on white wings over the world. Never long enough, the painful thrill of breaking taboos, of being wanted so much; or the hard, slippery grasp on him, rapid strokes now matched by the thin red trails that the other hand has left on his chest, nails biting right through the glove. Never ever ever long enough, and he spasms against the other’s touch for one endless blind white moment of heat and fire and blazing clarity, pure as a gunshot—

and yes and yes and yes

--before the arms wrap around him again, gentler now and pulling him close as the smile presses against his shoulder, soft; a kiss, whispering words he can never quite catch. Breathing in tandem, one… two… three…

The cape wraps around them both, and all four of their fists hold it tight; secure, just the two of them together above everything else.

Hakuba would understand, if he ever knew. About having to feed the other. He’s sure he would. It wasn’t anything like a sacrifice, really, or at least not anything more than what he was used to giving away already.

(--a little blood, anyway?)

And below in the dream until he wakes up, blue and red and blue and red and blue and red and blue and--

(a flash of blond hair, face upraised to watch.)

[(Anonymous)]

Kink: 4-way with 3 tantei (Shinichi, Heiji, Hakuba) and a thief (Kid).
And Kid just thought he'd be going to jail if he got caught ^^
Consentual.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Kid and Ran
Kink: Ran gains 10 pounds and Kid needs measurements for his next heist (can be before or after Black Star).

Flowery Language part 1

[(Anonymous)]

would have had this out sooner, but Ran decided she wanted a semblance of plot. :b

”Great.” Ran looked at the scale in dismay, holding the towel wrapped around her firmly. “I’ve gained ten pounds.” The end to another perfect day. Nothing big had happened to make the day any worse or better than others. Which was the problem. Nothing had happened. No cases to drag her father out of the house, no phone calls from Shinichi, just school, home, chores and homework. And no phone calls from Shinichi. He hadn’t called in just over a week. “Maybe this is why he hasn’t called.” She muttered dejectedly.

”Nah.” A feminine voice said from behind her and she spun, falling into a karate stance without thinking about it. There shouldn’t have been anyone else in the room, and only Conan and her father in the building. There, sitting on the edge of the bathtub she had recently vacated, was… herself. As she had looked a year ago, wearing the red dress she had worn on the Queen Elisabeth ocean liner while the Kaitou Kid had been busy stealing trying to steal the Black Star pearl from Sonoko’s family.

-She had spent most of the time asleep in a rescue boat, thanks to the Kaitou Kid who had been masquerading as her.

Person who looked like her raised a hand with a grin and wiggled her fingers in greeting. Then with a ‘poof!’ and a small breeze that felt like a sudden displacement of air, a white clad monocled thief was sitting on the edge of the bathtub where the younger version of her had been.

”Kaitou Kid!” She gasped, shock overtaking panic for the moment. “What are you doing here?!”

”Checking in.” The thief said easily, leaning back slightly as he stretched his legs out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. “I like to keep tabs on the people who keep me on my toes and your family’s one of them. And you looked like you could use a smile or two.”

“I…” Ran’s throat closed over her words. She should be shouting for Conan or Dad, to come in here and grab the Kaitou Kid. Instead, she was surprised to find tears sliding down her cheeks. “I… I’m sorry.” She sniffed, rubbing her eyes. “I-I just…”

A white cotton handkerchief appeared in her vision and she took it, wiping her cheeks. The tears didn’t stop, no matter how hard she scrubbed at them. It was so silly, her crying like this. She would have thought that she had run out of tears long ago. But a little random sympathy from a thief passing by and suddenly it all came pouring down out of her. The waiting, uncertainty, the loneliness. Always putting a smile on her face, putting her loved ones ahead of her, her needs, her wants, her desires…

Gentle arms came around her, a hand tucking her head against a warm shoulder and she wrapped her arms around the Kaitou Kid, silently bawling her grief into his shoulder. He didn’t offer any words or platitudes, just simply held her and occasionally rubbed her back as it all flooded out.

She was exhausted when the tears finally stopped, feeling drained, but not in a bad way. And highly embarrassed. She shyly glanced up at the Kid, who had his head turned to the side, giving her privacy to cry even while providing her support. He was young, she realised with a shock. About her age. “You look like Shinichi.” She whispered, surprised.

”I know.” He glanced down at her, giving her a crooked smile. “Makes it easy to impersonate him. I’m not him, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

”The Jewel of Destiny.” She remembered Shinichi’s strange behaviour then, calling her ‘cute’ and Conan’s firm insistence that it wasn’t Shinichi.

”You go it.” He lifted the handkerchief from her hand, drying her eyes. “A time or two otherwise too. There you go. Better?"

[(Anonymous)]

Kink: Girls' night out. Let's give the ladies of DC/MK a little action, OK? They deserve it.

[(Anonymous)]

SECONDED!

This comment is relevant to my kinks.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing - Heiji/Conan

Scenario - Comfort

[(Anonymous)]

Perhaps the worst part of being Edogawa Conan had to be the spree killers, Heiji thought, rubbing a hand over his face as Conan clung to him. Gods. The kind of bastards who just... snapped, victims piling up even as he and Conan tried to catch them.

Two officers passed by the steps where Heiji sat, a half-filled body bag flopping between them, and Conan buried his face against Heiji's chest. Still, the officers' whispers carried too easily through the cleanup; there was no way Conan could miss hearing them.

"Is that another vic--?"

"It's the kid who caught the bastard. Almost got killed too."

"Holy-- he can't be more than seven. That's sick, who the hell brings a kid that young to a murder?"

Heiji glowered, meeting the officer's accusing glance, and tucked Conan more securely into his lap. Fucking idiots, talking like he thought death was a spectator sport. Conan never asked for this. Nobody asked for bodies to drop like flies wherever he went.

The shaking under Heiji's hands broke into a sick sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. "They're right," Conan muttered. "Who the hell brings kids this young to murders? To be murdered-- not good enough, can't catch them fast enough, again and again and again--"

Fucking hell, Kudou was cracking.

Heiji stood, Conan dangling from his arms, and all but ran from the scene. Up the stairs, down the hall, dunk the keycard into the slot and shove into their hotel room-- Heiji landed hard on his knees on the carpet, coiled around a shaking Kudou.

Behind him, the door clunked shut. Kudou shuddered, breath coming hard against Heiji's neck. His eyes were too wide, pupils shrunken to pinpricks behind thick lenses; his fists shook against the back of Heiji's neck.

How many cases had Kudou been 'forgetting' to mention in their phone calls? Too many, always too fucking many; some weeks it seemed like Kudou tripped over a corpse every other day. And this time it was kids--

Dammit, he'd only wanted to get Kudou out of the goddamn murder capital of Japan!

"Never enough," Kudou muttered, eyes glassy. "Never enough never enough never en--" Heiji caught Kudou's mouth with his own. "--nnm?!"

Finally, Kudou was looking at him, not some nameless horror two centimeters past his glasses. Heiji pulled back a bit and rested his forehead against Kudou's.

"Hey. You back with me?"

Kudou took a shaky breath. "Yeah. Thanks."

"Anytime."

Neither of them moved for a long moment, then Heiji levered himself up. Kudou's fists clenched tighter in the back of Heiji's collar, his arms tightening around Heiji's neck, so Heiji didn't straighten all the way. Toeing off his shoes, he tapped the side of Kudou's foot with one sockfooted toe. Kudou took the hint and kicked his shoes off into the corner.

Then, a bit awkwardly, Heiji half-carried Kudou to the nearest bed and flopped down. They could manage one night in their clothes, if they fell asleep at all. Though Conan managed to free one hand to yank his glasses off and shove them roughly in the direction of the nightstand. Heiji sent his hat sailing in their wake, then pegged the light switch with the TV remote.

In the dark, they clung to each other until they fell asleep. And if the kiss was repeated late that night, they never mentioned it in the morning.

First request

[(Anonymous)]

Kid or Kaito/Conan
Kink: Exhibitionism and Masturbation. Anything where one character talks the other to an orgasm without actually touching them. Bonus if the talker remains clothed.

Re: First request

[(Anonymous)]

"Did you know you can talk somebody into it?" said KID one heist.

At first, Conan had no idea what he was talking about. "'Scuse me?"

"I know you're really a full-grown man in there, tantei-kun and you know fullwell what 'it' means."

"No."

The look on KID's face was priceless. "Really? You have no idea what 'it' is?" he muttered incredulously, before snapping his fingers. There was a little burst of smoke and something small and inexplicibly -square- appeared in his hand. "Here's a big clue for a little boy." He winked.

And all Conan could do was glare at him. "You have -got- to be kidding me." The small not-a-child began pacing the hallway. Nakamori and pals were headed in completely the wrong direction thanks to good use of a propellor-driven puppet headed west, and Ran and Occhan had gone off with them for once, thinking that Conan might have followed the thing (which was evidently not KID but, hey, it was dark). Which meant that they had no idea where he and KID actually were. Which meant that he and KID were effectively on their own for the next few hours until Nakamori had the sense to stop following that damn dummy and turn around.

Cue another few hours taking the reverse route back to the starting point, and then -another- few hours trying to get to Conan.

Life was a bitch. Kaitou KID even more so.

"What made you bring this up anyway?" Conan asked, furious. "We're on a heist. I'm physically a very short seven-year-old. And you whip out the condoms. What the hell made you bring this up?"

KID looked to one side wildly. "Phone sex incident."

The small boy's face went blank. "...What?"

"Called the wrong number, accidentally ended up listening to phone sex. Happens to the best of us." The thief shook the matter off nonchalantly.

"No, it does not happen to the best of us." Conan crossed his arms. "It happened to you... Wait, you kept listening, didn't you?"

"Found out some weird crap." KID grinned, and jumped up onto a pile of boxes. "Now let me see if this works. Drop your pants."

Conan's eyes nearly fell out. "I'M NOT DOING THAT!!!"

"Fine, fine, keep your pants on." The white-clothed gentleman (a term here applied lightly) sniggered. "Now, imagine you're all grown up. Close your eyes, by the way."

Conan did, not trusting where this was going, but a little curious anyway. "Why do you need the condoms, anyway?"

"Visual metaphor and I'm chucking them at the cops later."

"Ah. Right... bastard."

"Now then, be seated. Imagine you've just been pinned down in a corridor by the man or woman of your dreams. They lean over you and kiss you as hard as possible."

Conan nodded slightly, a small smile drifting over his face. Remember, kids, all men are perverts. Even the little guys. -Especially- the little guys.

"They push their tongue against your mouth, wanting in. Let them explore everything. Let no square millimetre go uncaressed. Except the part in the back. That's a bit of a turn-off, if you catch my pathetic drift."

Conan's face went red. KID grinned.

"Now, then. Let's begin."

[(Anonymous)]

Kink - chemical aphrodisiac
Characters - Three or more participants

Guy on guy on girl, girl on girl on guy, guy on guy on guy, girl on girl on girl, girl on girl on guy on sheep, what ever. PWP encouraged.

Things that don't make it to the police report:

[(Anonymous)]

The local witch, who bore a striking resemblance to his classmate Koizumi astride a flying broom, had attempted to dust the Kaitou Kid with some sort of sparkling pink powder. Due to a bit of damnedable luck and an errant gust of wind, Hakuba, the Kid and the Witch had found themselves coated with said sparkling pink powder.

Following a series of events that Hakuba had rapidly decided did not bear too much thought on, he found himself trying to shove himself balls deep into his naked classmate Koizumi, who happened to be sitting on his sans-clothing lap, attempting to cackle around his also naked classmate Kuroba’s erection. The latter course of action did not seem to work very well, but Kuroba appeared to enjoy it quite a bit none the less.

”This is not how I envisioned my evening going.” He muttered as he fondled Koizumi’s lovely breasts as she bounced up and down.

Kuroba shrugged. “There are worse ways.” He pointed out philosophically.

Koizumi agreed around her mouthful of Kuroba.

Hakuba shrugged, gave up trying to make sense of it and returned his attention towards happily attempting to screw their collective brains out.

[(Anonymous)]

Hostess club. Unexpected people who need to earn extra cash, working there. Unexpected customers. Mouri, maybe? You KNOW he'd be the sort to go to a place like that, yeah? Cross-dressing kink time!

Quickie:

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"I'm sorry, Momo-chan." Mama-san as she blew a puff of smoke from her thin long pipe. "But you're going to have to go. You're scaring the customers away with your laughter."

"Damn. There goes another part time job." Mouri grumbled as he trudged out the door of the Hostess Club, his silk kimono trailing behind.

The things he did to earn money while the Agency was slow....

[(Anonymous)]

Kink: Blood (minus vampires, no sense making it easy)
Pairings: Be creative! Kid/whomever the hell you want that's male(bonus points if you manage Kid/Ginzo Nakamori!)

In the Beginning

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry, no smut. They didn't want to cooperate.





Ginzo swore to himself, holding his injured hand up above his shoulders in an attempt to lesson the blood flow. Morning sun crept over the horizon, signaling the end of another heist. He sighed, feeling too tired for his age, and moved to leave the rooftop. International thief 1412 just had to leave a heist note for this particular night, dragging Ginzo far from home, when he should have been in Ekoda with his friends.

Kuroba Toichi was getting married in a few days, and the group of them had thrown him a party. Ginzo would have been there, if it hadn’t been for this damned thief. Hissing in pain, he reflected over his own stupidity: trying to catch 1412 before he slipped off the roof caused him to hit the sharp corner of the vent, cutting into his hand.

Now he was tired, guilty, and in pain.

Digging through his pockets for his keys, the man returned to his car, planning on at least talking to Toichi before he went to bed.

Well, he was planning on at least getting home, he thought, hearing someone call his name. Turning, he saw another officer walking up to him, a concerned look on his face. “Nakamori, what happened?” the man asked.

Ginzo shook his head. “Just an accident,” he explained about the vent and nodded to his hand. It did look pretty bad, he mused. The cut was small, but it bled a lot. “I’ll get it looked at when I return to the station, it’s nothing to worry a..bout…?” He trailed off when the officer stepped closer and took his hand.

He brought his hand up, as if to inspect the wound closer and, without any further warning, held it up to his mouth. Ginzo saw the slightest flash of tongue before he felt it stroke over the cut. It stung, but he stared in shock into the other man’s eyes. It was almost as if he was captured in a dream. The officer smirked before licking him again, methodically cleaning off the blood, and Ginzo understood.

“1412.” He breathed, too stunned to reach for his radio. It would have been unfair anyway. The night was over, the game finished until next time. But…still. The man winced hard as the thief’s tongue dug into the cut, the pain forcing him out of his thoughts. “What are you doing!?” Ginzo demanded, trying to reclaim his arm, but 1412’s grip was strong, if gentle.

1412 licked his thumb and rubbed at the dried blood further down Ginzo’s arm, his smirk not even wavering despite his attempts to free himself. It occurred to him that he could probably lift DNA from the saliva now on his arm, assuming he wasn’t disposed of in some way shape or form. 1412 wasn’t a bad guy, but it never hurt to be too cautious.

Or he would be cautious if the other man didn’t keep distracting his attention. “Nakamori, I’ve come to the discovery that I do not have much time to be spontaneous anymore.” 1412 announced, voice grave, trailing his fingers lightly over Ginzo’s hand. “So, I decided if I only have one moment, I am going to seize the day and do something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.” He grabbed Ginzo’s tie and the man found himself pushed up against his own car, being kissed.

Now, he didn’t make it to this point in his life without ever being kissed for romantic reasons, but this was a first time for him for many reasons. He’d never been kissed by a man before and certainly never one like 1412. He couldn’t even form a decent thought before the thief pulled away, licking his lips.

“Have a safe drive home, future inspector.” 1412 winked and left in a flash of pink smoke.

Ginzo stared in disbelief at the space where he had stood for a good two minutes, not wanting to even believe what just happened. Shaking his head, he reflected on that voice, the almost-taunt sounded so familiar.

It sounded like…
Looking down at his hand, he realized his wound had been bandaged up somehow while he was distracted. It didn’t even hurt anymore. Son of a bitch. “I’m goin ta kill ‘im.” Ginzo growled, smiling a bit.

He could still taste blood in his mouth.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Kid/Hakuba

Scenario: After a heist gone wrong Kid takes it out on Hakuba.

Farther 1

[(Anonymous)]

This, Saguru thought to himself, had been the WORST night he’d ever had in a long, long time. He’d heard the phrase ‘Murphy’s Law in Action’ before, but he’d never seen it happen before. And for as long as he lived, he hoped he never saw it again.

Kid Heist. That alone was hectic enough. Add to it explosions, men with guns, car chases, car crashes, guns, more explosions, lots of running, jumping, water, trying to swim and a lot of panic. He’d completely forgotten about attempting to capture the damn thief as the two of them push-pulled each down the narrow pier to escape the impending explosion and the random bullets flying in their direction before being swept down river an unknown distance.

Water sloshing around his calves as he slogged out of the water towards dry land, he glanced up at the full summer moon and wondered if he could blame it for it. People went a little crazy on the full moon, didn’t they?

Something splashed and he turned in that direction in time to see the white-clad form of Kaitou Kid rise out of the moonlit water like a vengeful wraith. It was hard to tell where the water stopped and the Kid began, all painted the same shades of silver and shadows. “You.” Kid said, reaching into his top hat, grabbing a small trout and throwing it back into the water with a venomous gesture.

Saguru blinked, taken back by the gesture the thought flitted past that Kuroba was afraid of fish. He couldn’t even be in the same room as one without screaming. Then the thought was derailed as the Kid walked, no, more liked stalked forward, a predator approaching prey. Saguru found himself backing up without thinking about it, startled by the almost tangible aura the usually mischievously calm thief was projecting.

God, Kid was beautiful like this, like some otherworldly fey.

….

He really had to stop thinking thoughts like that.

Saguru’s lower back hit something rough and he stumbled slightly, his thoughts diverted as he stumbled to catch his balance. He had just enough time to registered that he was pressed up against a couple of boulders, having backed all the way out of the water before the Kid was up in his personal space. “You.” The Kid said again, his face shoved up towards Saguru, close enough that their soaked clothing almost brushed.

”Yes?” Saguru asked back and was embarrassed to note that his voice wavered slightly.

”I don’t have the words for…” Kid bit the words off, and Saguru noticed with some concern that the Kid’s hands were up about shoulder level, trembling like the thief was holding back from strangling him. Kid grabbed the lapels of Saguru’s long coat and gave him a shake. “Do you have any idea how close you came to dying tonight?!” He shouted, his calm façade shattering. “Just how far are you willing to chase me, you big stupid moron!?”

”To the Gates of Hell.” The glib response came to his tongue, a distant part of his mind pointing out that this really wasn’t the proper situation for flippancy. But the rest of his mental processes were tied up in just how close the Kaitou Kid was, how he could smell the water dripping off of them, and calculating how transparent Kid’s white clothing could get. It was enough to make him forget that he was also soaking wet and his clothing is sticking to him uncomfortably. “But no farther.”

It was a question he’d asked himself before after a particularly frustrating night of chasing the illusive thief. And the honest answer he had admitted to himself was that he would probably chase the Kid just about anywhere the thief lead. Off a cliff? No. Being caught up in a really bad day? Yes.

… Unless this wasn’t just a bad day… He mentally reviewed the past few hours. The explosions certainly had been different.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Kid(Kaito - whichever)/Shinichi. If you could somehow work in all three (mentally or physically and yes, I mean Kid/Kaito/Shinichi) I'd love you forever.

Kink: Not a kink exactly, but a recent storyline has my brain whirling so... amnesia. Or else Stockholm's Syndrome.

[(Anonymous)]

Pairing: Heiji/Hakuba

Scenario: Hate sex at the Lavender Cabin.

Mmmm... Hatesex fic

[(Anonymous)]

When Heiji’s brain finally gotten around to rebooting itself and came back on line, he really wished it hadn’t.

He’d hated Hakuba Saguru pretty much from the first moment he’d heard the half-japanese blond’s sweetly sarcastic voice. Smug, arrogant, everything he could have disliked in a person right there in one pretty package. And as far as he could tell, the feeling was mutual.

Which is why he’d really, honestly, truly, planned on punching those conceited lights out the first chance he’d gotten.

Which was a bit of a big jump from that to rolling against one of the walls of the cottage they were staying in, hair and clothing in disarray as they pretty much rutted against each other. Not that it was bad rutting, it was going to take more than a handkerchief to get himself and his clothing clean, but his brain was now hurting from the fact that he’d juts made out with Hakuba.

The blond stiffened against him, putting the pieces of the past few minutes together as well. Heiji tilted his head back against the wood of the cottage, waiting for the outburst. Hakuba took a deep breath, then released it, leaning back but not stepping away. Heiji caught the blond’s eye, the two of them staring at each other for a long uncomfortable minute.

”This never happened.”

”Agreed.”

Glad they cleared that up.

They continued to stare at each other, the cool ocean breeze freezing the mostiure and liquid on their bodies. They really should head inside.

”I can’t stand you.”

“I can’t stand you either.”

”It was Stupid-“

”-Irresponsible-“

”-Poorly timed-“

”-Spur of the moment-“

”-Total-“

”-Mistake.”

”….”

”….”

”I’m in Osaka next week.”

”Lemme give ya my phone number.”

-fin-

(sorry for the lack of decent lemon. *tags someone else to do it* There needs to be more of this pairing. *_* )

[(Anonymous)]

Kaito/Shinichi using gay kama sutra book and sex toys...Ex-various kinds of lube, chains, etc...

Thanks from Prompter

[(Anonymous)]

Brilliant. I asked for this because throughout the series, Conan/Shinichi has always seemed so infallible despite having turned back to a child, and thought he ought to have his vulnerable moments too. This way surpassed my expectations!

Re: Thanks from Prompter

[(Anonymous)]

I'm guessing this is for Heiji/Conan, Comfort? If so, I was glad to do it. ^^ Funny you should mention how Conan seems infalliable in canon-- he does, but it won't get out of my head what a precarious position his sanity and composure are really in.