Notes: This fic should be in between T and M rated because of some limey scenes /shakeshead
And language. Can't forget swearing.
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"Agent 4869, Agent 4869, are you okay? Please respond, Agent 4869?!"
"Roger.. I'm f-fine.."
"4869, you don't sound fine, if you're sustaining an injury, contact internal paramedics please.."
"No, I'm fine.." Shinichi wheezed, clutching onto his arm, with blood seeping through his suit from the bullet wound.
"If you're in need of assistance, contact us immediately, over."
"Understood."
Shinichi snapped shut his phone and glared up at the man dressed in white in front of him, violet eyes twinkling slightly in the moonlight.
"My, my, tantei-kun, still accepting calls in this position?" He whispered sultrily, cracking a smirk, leaning in closer.
"KID, you fucking bastard," The shorter teen growling, trying to will himself further into the wall. This position was too uncomfortable for anyone's liking.
"Ah, ah, Agent 4869; CONAN, let's see if you'll have the energy to scream that later," The messy-haired boy sneered, and forced Shinichi into a harsh, fast and way too floppy kiss, with him running his tongue over the other's teeth possessively, and Shinichi squirmed under him, hands desperately clawing at the taller's chest in vain.
Shit, Shinichi's thoughts hurdled, he's too strong to push away, and my gun's by the side of the roof's ledge.
His thoughts and careful considerations were jerked to a halt when a hand began reaching down, and he hissed, and, without a moment's hesitation, pulled his ruffled hair as far back as he can, and slapped the boss as hard on the face as he could.
The moment skin came in contact with skin, a sharp slap echoed across the roof, and KID stumbled back, eyes sharpening, and holding a hand to his cheek.
"You little.."
Shinichi wiped his mouth hastily with his sleeve, and spat, "Some damn warning would be appreciated before you come up and, oh, I don't know, molest me?"
"Ah, did you know, tantei-kun, that personality of yours can be a huge turn-off sometimes?" He stepped forward. Shinichi traced the wall with his hand and slid to his right, towards his Type 56-1, and slowly shifted himself into a defensive position.
And he blinked.
The guy disappeared.
"Shit-" His head snapped left and right, scanning furiously around the deserted rooftop, winds howling. He paced towards his gun.
"Nuh-uh, Secret-Japanese-Police-san, I want to have my fun first before you," A breathy voice was carried with the breeze, and drifted into the agent's ear, and his blood ran cold, and whipped around immediately.
KID's eyes shone like glittering jewels in front of him, one amethyst and the other a rich sapphire, and Shinichi felt like he was drowning – suffocating – in the hues, before his back crashed against the concrete, and if it wasn't for his protective reflexes, he'd have a concussion now.
Slender, calloused hands wasted no time tearing apart the dark blue jacket, leaving a white dress shirt and it's miniscule buttons, which the mafia boss wasted no time prying apart with his teeth, and before Shinichi could retaliate, and perhaps slap him a second time, his hands were pinned above his head harmlessly, with just one hand and a crushing grip.
"What the hell – ah! – stop, d-dammit!"
The violet eyed seemingly payed no attention and licked and nipped viciously at the pale collarbone, forcing the younger teen to suppress a whimper.
"If you don't stop struggling, this'll make it more painful."
"What-"
Shinichi clamped his mouth as hard as he could to force back down a rising moan, which he absolutely did not need the bastard hearing right now.
Fingers trailed down his backside, and caressed his buttocks, causing some horrified thrashing and kicking.
The hand slithered back around to the front, and lifted the flaps of the dress shirt up and began dragging down the zipper to reveal black boxers underneath.
This earned him a shriek of protest.
"Now, now, no need to rush, kitten."
"Who the hell are you calling a 'kitten'?!" The flushing agent snapped, twisting his arms in an attempt to free himself.
The boss hummed in response, grip still firm on the wrists and sliding his gaze down across the blue-eyed boy's pale stomach, and maybe just a bit lower, and back up again.
And he was applauding himself for his victory, and leaning forward in a suggestive manner, when he was thrown off balance and onto his back, and the chack of a gun was like thunder to his ears. It looked like his valient struggling and pushing had bore some fruit, after all.
His hand still clutched onto the other's wrists, but only one now, with a hollow barrel of a gun in front of his face, and a smooth finger twitching on the trigger. KID didn't even have to see to know that the safety's off.
"Game turned 'round, boss," Shinichi strained out the last word like a menace, shifting his weight, and almost letting a yelp when his backside brushed across the mafia's leg.
"Oh? Still some fight left in you, I see."
The gun shifted closer.
"Always did."
And the glimmer in his eyes was so deep and enchanting and the sweat glimmering, grin wide, that KID, without any second thoughts whatsoever, threw his head upwards to lock his lips, at the same time, bodily dragging the agent's hips against his own hardening erection.
"Secret Police! Hands up!" The door slammed open with huge force, and green eyes emerged, followed by reddish-oak. The former's eyes were full of fury.
KID's eyes flickered to the side. They're here already, eh?
He quickly, and accurately pushed the smaller agent's pressure points, and he slumped into KID's lap.
Hattori Heiji gritted his teeth, and lunged towards the two sprawled on the floor in aggravation.
"You bitch, get off Ku-CONAN, bastard!"
"My, Agent 1313 ELLERY, getting possessive, hm?" KID sidestepped a lunge towards him, but he could feel the close range of the grab. 1313's known for sharp movements and brash thinking, after all.
The blonde reappeared from behind the tanned teen, and was exteremerly close to flipping the boss maliciously onto the ground. Shinichi swayed in his arms.
Learn how to counter motherfucking judo, KID growled to himself, and make another point in his imaginary to-do list.
"Ah, 1528 WATSON, welcome, you're here too," KID beckoned. The tea-blonde snarled and growled through his communicator, "1412, west roof exit, over."
A vibration sounded through the messy-haired teen's breast pocket, and he glanced briefly behind him. Ah, there's my helicopter, with Aoko too, he mused, probably'll scream at me until I'll be deaf.
"Well, then, dearest company, unfortunately I must take my leave," He whistled as he grabbed onto the wooden rope-ladder, "Ciao! Don't forget to send tantei-kun my best wishes!" He winked for good measure, and the whirring of the chopper blades accompanied the distancing of the rooftop, although, from the earpiece, he could hear curses picked up right and left by the bugs he planted.
"That damn flambouyant-"
"Son of a bitch, oi, Kudou, wake up, ya dope, did he do anything to you?"
"Hattori, we should prioritize getting Kudou-kun back to the base and let him rest, then allow him to add to our available information about KID."
"Ugh, where am- Shit, where the fuck's KID, that bastard-!" Shinichi's voice turned panicky and frustrated.
"I take my words back," Saguru mumbled.
"Woah, woah, Kudou, breathe an' tell us, just how the fuck did that guy even got to lay a hand on you, much less get you groped an' molested."
Silence.
"..I'm never drinking my coffee before checking to see if it's drugged or not."
-.-.-
Omake
"Hattori, I'm getting a location from the tracker Kudou-kun's got on him," Saguru huffed, climbing up the stairs and gaze scanning over his phone's screen and a flashing blue dot stared back up at him.
"So, Rooftop?"
"Rooftop."
"Oi, hang on, I'm getting noises from the bug on him too," Heiji skidded to a stop next to the stairs, and held a hand over his ear.
Static crackled, followed by various restrained whimpers and protests, undoubtly Shinichi's.
"…"
".. I had a dream the other day, an' for the record, KID cubes on a kebab stick does sound pretty tasty right now, no cannibal."