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dcmk_yaoiRight. I'm not asleep. I know this. But I had to finish Icka's cookie, so STFU.
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Summary: Hakuba Saguru, Kaitou Kid, and the thrill of the chase. Boysex of the handjob variety.
Notes: For Icka. She said if she was putting the Illustrated Prince Ichi up on Ysabet's site, she was getting cookies for it. Therefore, cookies she is damn well getting. Icka, Ysabet, thank you for giving Prince Ichi a home ♥ I can only hope that this doesn't thoroughly suck and destroy the message.
Rating: M-ish. Possibly higher. Not worksafe, at any rate.
Disclaimer: Magic Kaito is Gosho Aoyama's and not mine. Also, let's include the standard 'first Yaoi lemon' disclaimer here, too.
Fic: Capture
It was not so much accidental as it was spontaneous. Hakuba knew that he at least had been thinking about it for some time; his view of the Kid and of his suspected alter ego Kuroba Kaito had shifted from mere rivalry and intrigue to attraction and desire over the time that they’d known one another. From the way Kid responded Hakuba could only surmise that he was not the only one who had been thinking about it.
The way it had started was entirely accidental. Nakamori and the Kaitou Kid Task Force were thoroughly distracted by Kid doppelgangers. Hakuba, thinking quickly, had noticed a guard that hadn’t been there earlier as he slipped off and trailed him to the roof. There he managed to trip over his own feet and, in the process, pin the Kid to a wall.
They had remained like that for a few seconds—long enough for Hakuba to realize that he had indeed caught the elusive Kaitou Kid, and then that there was no way for him to stay caught. Hakuba’s handcuffs were in his back pocket and reaching them would require him to release one of the Kid’s wrists, more than enough for the Kid to escape. He also could not wait for the Task Force to finish and find him here. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going, and by the time Nakamori and his subordinates had sorted everything out downstairs they were likely to assume that both the real Kid and Hakuba had already left.
It was apparently long enough for the Kid to come to the same conclusions. Hakuba could feel Kid’s muscles tense under his hands as the thief prepared for flight. Hakuba was suddenly determined not to let Kid escape without taking something to compensate for the loss. That decided, Hakuba acted on impulse and leaned forward to steal a kiss from the Kaitou Kid.
The kiss was nothing spectacular: just a brief press of mouth to mouth. Hakuba took a moment to savor it, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen again. When the Kid’s muscles relaxed in his grip a few seconds into it, Hakuba steeled himself to accept it as shock. After a number of seconds—twenty to Hakuba’s count, though he might have missed a few in the distraction—he pulled away and loosened his grip on the Kid’s forearms, waiting for the thief to take the opportunity to flee.
Much to his surprise, the Kid did take the opportunity, but not to escape. Instead, once he’d freed his wrists, Kid grabbed Hakuba’s and reversed their positions. Hakuba had little time to think before Kid leaned forward to copy Hakuba’s earlier action.
Hakuba’s lips parted under the assault of licks and nips, and Kid’s tongue slipped between them. The Kid kissed like a kaitou, Hakuba thought wryly: he thoroughly distracted his opposition, then swept in to take what he wanted. Hakuba, however, was not letting him escape. He tore his wrists free and grabbed the Kid’s shoulders, dragging the thief closer.
This left Kid’s hands free to do other things. Fingers trained for long years in sleight of hand made short work of the buttons on Hakuba’s shirt and began trailing over his torso, creating the illusion of nudity. They skimmed his ribcage, lingering on his nipples before moving southward to dip into the hem of his pants. Hakuba groaned at the touch.
Their lips parted and Hakuba sucked in air greedily, his breathing labored. Kid chuckled against his neck before biting down on it gently and sucking the sting away. Undoing Hakuba’s fly, Kid drew him out and began stroking him with still gloved hands. Hakuba choked back a cry and tightened his hold on the Kid’s cape. The cloth on Kid’s hands was too smooth to be cotton, Hakuba thought; probably silk or satin, then.
Kid’s touch was firm enough to keep Hakuba satisfied but light enough not to chafe. Hakuba rocked into his hand, trailing messy kisses over the Kid’s face until he reached the thief’s lips again. Kid hummed into his mouth and squeezed gently; Hakuba licked at Kid’s lips sloppily. Kid had a very talented mouth—Hakuba wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hickey in the shape of a Kid caricature come morning.
A few more strokes and Hakuba came; he spilled into a handkerchief that Kid had waiting to catch the mess. Hakuba thought it was just as well that he was walled has he had doubts about his ability to stand on his own. Kid planted light kisses over Hakuba’s face as he straightened his clothes and tucked him back in; Hakuba was too spent to protest.
When everything was in order, Kid leaned forward for a final kiss, attempting to keep it chaste. Hakuba had other plans, though; he wanted more before the Kid vanished again. He fisted his hands in the Kid’s jacket and pulled him forward, kissing him fiercely, hungrily. Kid kissed him back with equal fervor, sucking and biting at Hakuba’s mouth. When at last they parted Kid’s lips were red and swollen. He smiled slightly—not his usual mocking smile, but one hovering somewhere between content and wistful, and a touch wry—before slipping away into the night.
Hakuba stared after him for a few moments before turning to leave the roof through more conventional means. As he descended the stairs, Hakuba couldn’t help thinking that the only thing more thrilling than the chase was the possibility of capture.
—Fin—
Wow, hey, that had no diologue whatsoever. I think that might be a first for me.
Yeah, so, you know how this goes. Only, as this is something new for me, I'm even more self conscious than usual. Would those of you who review do me a favor and tell me if it sucks? And, if so, how? Does it flow well? Are they relatively in-character? Actions okay, etc? It would be really appreciated.
Okay, sleep now, I swear.
x-posted tosocchan
Author:
socchanSummary: Hakuba Saguru, Kaitou Kid, and the thrill of the chase. Boysex of the handjob variety.
Notes: For Icka. She said if she was putting the Illustrated Prince Ichi up on Ysabet's site, she was getting cookies for it. Therefore, cookies she is damn well getting. Icka, Ysabet, thank you for giving Prince Ichi a home ♥ I can only hope that this doesn't thoroughly suck and destroy the message.
Rating: M-ish. Possibly higher. Not worksafe, at any rate.
Disclaimer: Magic Kaito is Gosho Aoyama's and not mine. Also, let's include the standard 'first Yaoi lemon' disclaimer here, too.
Fic: Capture
It was not so much accidental as it was spontaneous. Hakuba knew that he at least had been thinking about it for some time; his view of the Kid and of his suspected alter ego Kuroba Kaito had shifted from mere rivalry and intrigue to attraction and desire over the time that they’d known one another. From the way Kid responded Hakuba could only surmise that he was not the only one who had been thinking about it.
The way it had started was entirely accidental. Nakamori and the Kaitou Kid Task Force were thoroughly distracted by Kid doppelgangers. Hakuba, thinking quickly, had noticed a guard that hadn’t been there earlier as he slipped off and trailed him to the roof. There he managed to trip over his own feet and, in the process, pin the Kid to a wall.
They had remained like that for a few seconds—long enough for Hakuba to realize that he had indeed caught the elusive Kaitou Kid, and then that there was no way for him to stay caught. Hakuba’s handcuffs were in his back pocket and reaching them would require him to release one of the Kid’s wrists, more than enough for the Kid to escape. He also could not wait for the Task Force to finish and find him here. He hadn’t told anyone where he was going, and by the time Nakamori and his subordinates had sorted everything out downstairs they were likely to assume that both the real Kid and Hakuba had already left.
It was apparently long enough for the Kid to come to the same conclusions. Hakuba could feel Kid’s muscles tense under his hands as the thief prepared for flight. Hakuba was suddenly determined not to let Kid escape without taking something to compensate for the loss. That decided, Hakuba acted on impulse and leaned forward to steal a kiss from the Kaitou Kid.
The kiss was nothing spectacular: just a brief press of mouth to mouth. Hakuba took a moment to savor it, knowing it probably wouldn’t happen again. When the Kid’s muscles relaxed in his grip a few seconds into it, Hakuba steeled himself to accept it as shock. After a number of seconds—twenty to Hakuba’s count, though he might have missed a few in the distraction—he pulled away and loosened his grip on the Kid’s forearms, waiting for the thief to take the opportunity to flee.
Much to his surprise, the Kid did take the opportunity, but not to escape. Instead, once he’d freed his wrists, Kid grabbed Hakuba’s and reversed their positions. Hakuba had little time to think before Kid leaned forward to copy Hakuba’s earlier action.
Hakuba’s lips parted under the assault of licks and nips, and Kid’s tongue slipped between them. The Kid kissed like a kaitou, Hakuba thought wryly: he thoroughly distracted his opposition, then swept in to take what he wanted. Hakuba, however, was not letting him escape. He tore his wrists free and grabbed the Kid’s shoulders, dragging the thief closer.
This left Kid’s hands free to do other things. Fingers trained for long years in sleight of hand made short work of the buttons on Hakuba’s shirt and began trailing over his torso, creating the illusion of nudity. They skimmed his ribcage, lingering on his nipples before moving southward to dip into the hem of his pants. Hakuba groaned at the touch.
Their lips parted and Hakuba sucked in air greedily, his breathing labored. Kid chuckled against his neck before biting down on it gently and sucking the sting away. Undoing Hakuba’s fly, Kid drew him out and began stroking him with still gloved hands. Hakuba choked back a cry and tightened his hold on the Kid’s cape. The cloth on Kid’s hands was too smooth to be cotton, Hakuba thought; probably silk or satin, then.
Kid’s touch was firm enough to keep Hakuba satisfied but light enough not to chafe. Hakuba rocked into his hand, trailing messy kisses over the Kid’s face until he reached the thief’s lips again. Kid hummed into his mouth and squeezed gently; Hakuba licked at Kid’s lips sloppily. Kid had a very talented mouth—Hakuba wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hickey in the shape of a Kid caricature come morning.
A few more strokes and Hakuba came; he spilled into a handkerchief that Kid had waiting to catch the mess. Hakuba thought it was just as well that he was walled has he had doubts about his ability to stand on his own. Kid planted light kisses over Hakuba’s face as he straightened his clothes and tucked him back in; Hakuba was too spent to protest.
When everything was in order, Kid leaned forward for a final kiss, attempting to keep it chaste. Hakuba had other plans, though; he wanted more before the Kid vanished again. He fisted his hands in the Kid’s jacket and pulled him forward, kissing him fiercely, hungrily. Kid kissed him back with equal fervor, sucking and biting at Hakuba’s mouth. When at last they parted Kid’s lips were red and swollen. He smiled slightly—not his usual mocking smile, but one hovering somewhere between content and wistful, and a touch wry—before slipping away into the night.
Hakuba stared after him for a few moments before turning to leave the roof through more conventional means. As he descended the stairs, Hakuba couldn’t help thinking that the only thing more thrilling than the chase was the possibility of capture.
—Fin—
Wow, hey, that had no diologue whatsoever. I think that might be a first for me.
Yeah, so, you know how this goes. Only, as this is something new for me, I'm even more self conscious than usual. Would those of you who review do me a favor and tell me if it sucks? And, if so, how? Does it flow well? Are they relatively in-character? Actions okay, etc? It would be really appreciated.
Okay, sleep now, I swear.
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socchan
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Date: 2005-10-17 02:53 pm (UTC)out of curiosity, will Hakuba have a hickeyin the shape of a Kid Caricature, because lets face it, if anyone could pull it off, it'd be Kaito...
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Date: 2005-10-17 09:50 pm (UTC)*shrugs* Never really decided. Just thought it was funny at the time, so.
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Date: 2005-10-18 02:03 am (UTC)'OMG! The Kid stole an orgasm!' *giggles*
And, well--put that way, with the comfort of being behind a mask, and assuming the mutual-hormones-fascination, it does sort of make sense. Besides just being terribly, terribly pretty.
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Date: 2005-10-18 02:47 am (UTC)The pretty is an excuse all on its own. But yeah, I'm glad it made a modicum of sense ;)
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Date: 2005-10-18 05:05 am (UTC)Hakuba, looking shocked. "Kid-san! At least buy me dinner first!"
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Date: 2005-10-18 06:36 pm (UTC)WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
Date: 2005-10-18 08:34 am (UTC)That is one heck of a cookie!! *loves!* ((GLOMPS Socchan!)) Thank you hugely!!! Yes, was very hot.
Hakuba should return the favour. *nods sagely* *leers*
... who kept the handkerchief? #^^#
Funny thing is that we started working on building the Prince Ichi pages too. ^______^
Re: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111
Date: 2005-10-18 10:56 pm (UTC)Well, you do have a birthday coming up, and there's New Years after that....
Kid kept it, though I'm not sure what he did with it. He probably washed it before too long.
Hey, perfect timing then :D Now I just need to get Nikendo's sister-story done, and all my obligations are cleared up ^_^
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Date: 2005-10-18 06:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-18 11:01 pm (UTC)No, it's not on MC1T. I was this close to using it for the 'Helping Hands' challenge, though ;) I don't usually like to double-dip on challenges/requests, so. Still, if I get encouragement, I may do it yet.
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Date: 2005-10-18 11:07 pm (UTC):: SNORT ::
Oh, by all means, go ahead! Hell, even put it under that one. Our challenges are only meant to inspire; if you write twenty for the first one, it'll make our day. ^__^ Just make sure you label it clearly as NC-17 and/or not worksafe over there.
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Date: 2005-10-19 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-19 06:25 am (UTC)-think it'll be the first pr0n on MC1T. *Cackles!*
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Date: 2005-10-19 05:35 pm (UTC)Come to think of it, yeah, it probably is. Between this and the first M-Preg, I wonder what kind of reputation I'm developing.
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Date: 2005-10-20 03:34 am (UTC)¬_¬
Not near as bad as mine.
Our reptuation?
We turned the Fandom GAY.
*head desk*
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Date: 2005-10-20 04:13 am (UTC)I, on the other hand, am actually making them have sex, on and off the screen. Well, there's no guarantee with the M-preg, actually, but there was off-screen sex before that.no subject
Date: 2005-10-22 01:18 am (UTC)Y'know, somehow that makes me feel a lot better. And I'm not sure why. ^__________^ *laughs*
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Date: 2005-11-07 02:04 am (UTC)Sorry I didn't ask first or anything, but...anyway, it's at http://artpad.art.com/gallery/?ipkagd15jd0w.
If you want to see the finished product right away, you can click the "skip to end" button...um...yeah...
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Date: 2005-11-07 03:03 am (UTC)If you want to draw something from one of my fics, it's more than okay not to ask me first ^__^ I do not mind one eensy-weensy bit.
Hee hee, hickeys...
Mind if I link this a couple of places? *wants to show it off, because yay, fanart*
*sneakily friends?*
Appologies for double-comment -_-
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Date: 2005-11-07 03:19 am (UTC)...I mean, uh...sure, you can link it. ^^
I have no problem what-so-ever with people linking my stuff - though I do like to know so I can brag to everyone. ^^
Yay! Friends!
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Date: 2005-11-07 03:30 am (UTC)