I don't own Kid or Hakuba or anything the wonderful Gosho made. and why you would think this is beyond me cause i don't look anything like a japanese person.
anyways, to the story
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"Nnnnow wwwheeen I said… 'Capture…'" a blonde detective stuttered, slowly backing away from the on coming thief.
Which was failing miserably for he was thus handcuffed to the thief.
Hakuba recalled yelling at the thief something along the lines of 'handcuff you to me and never letting you go…' of course at the moment in question, the detective didn't really know how everyone else took it.
But then he did.
(With the help of a certain spiky haired magician.)
"Kkkkkidd…." Hakuba stammered, slamming against the wall trying to get past the wall, not liking the look in the Kaitou's eye.
Well…he did…but he's not going to tell anyone that.
Kid was mere inches from the detective. The thief's breath was hot and luring against the young detective's neck.
Hakuba went stiff as a board when he felt warm lips on his neck. It took all the will power of three English men to keep him together. "Hakuba-tantei…" he shuddered, feeling the thief move up his neck, staring at him with the one visible eye. With faces just inches apart, he wondered where the rest of the task force was when all this was going on.
That was until he felt lips crush into his, making all coherent thought leave him immediately.
He melted into the kiss, entwining their handcuffed hands together, grabbing the silk jacket, and pulling him closer.
After about three of the best minutes of his life, they sadly ended when the other man broke away, taking his hand with him. He held out the handcuffs and smirked. "For next time…"
Hakuba smirked, taking them back.
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very kinky -