It was pouring down. Heavy droplets that came together in an intense shower, creating an illusion of being completely alone as the wall of water isolated him. He might even have thought he was alone had it not been for the strong arms that held him. Two warm limbs that pressed into his back, pushed him into the solid frame of the man holding him. He could feel his ragged breath on his skin, sending trickles of electricity through his body. He had goosebumps where the water dripped from the mans bangs, down under his blazer and shirt. He would have thought he would be completely drenched through by now, but those drops that made their way down his back had his spine tingling. No, he was not alone. He made a small movement but Shinichi only pressed him tighter to his body.
"Please...", he choked and had they not stood pressed together Kaito would not have heard the small utterance. "Please, don't move. Stay, just... just for now..."
As a thief his instincts were screaming at him to leave. They were just a block down from where he had held his last heist and the task force could show up at any moment. His hang glider lay broken just a few paces away, a dead give away could they see anything through the rain. But as he felt the small tremors go through Shinichi's body, all thoughts of escape left him. No, he would never leave this man when he seemed so broken. He had a code after all; no one gets hurt at a KID's heist. Especially not his favorite critic.
Is that all he is? whispered a small voice in the back of his mind. He tried to shake it off, ignore the answering yell of no that he before he could stop himself had answered with. Unconsciously, he raised his arms to hug the detective back. His clothes were pressed to his body and as he put his hands on his back he realized the detective was thin, unhealthy so. Possibly a side effect of turning back to his original body after such a long time as Conan. He did not miss the flinch when his cold fingers touched his body, did not miss the interrupted breathing, did not miss how Shinichi's fingers dug into his skin in an almost painful, desperate grasp.
"Okay", he whispered and rested his head on Shinichi's shoulder.
They were so close he could feel his heart beating, fast, steady and loud thumps that resounded through his body into Kaito where his own heart answered by matching the really too fast pace. But how could he be calm now? He had fought so hard not to let his feelings for the detective grow, to show. He thought he had actually made it as he on this very evening had flown off the skyscraper with his goal, Pandora, securely hidden in the front pocket of his white slacks. He had never seen the storm coming.
Suddenly the heavens had opened and it rained so heavy he was wondering if it was not a punishment from one of their Gods themselves that had sent the flood down. To rinse, to wash away the pain and sorrow that had pushed itself into his heart ever since the day his father died. As he lost control of the hang glider and rushed towards the ground in an uneven race with the winds, he thought maybe he had built too many walls around his heart for him to remain. He did not wish to stain Earth with the darkness that lingered and threatened to overtake him. He did not want to bring suffering to his friends, to his family, to Shinichi...
When had the detective gotten there, he wondered as he dried to focus on the small blue dot further down through the haze that was his tears. He was waving frantically, pointing, shouting into the roaring winds that carried his voice away from their desired destination. All he heard was the wind. But he looked anyway, and saw the night club that had put out their party tents for the expected nice summer evening. He did not know why, but he tried steering the hang glider towards the tents. It was Shinichi who had pointed him to them. He was not sure if it was his usual determination not to let anyone die on his watch, but Kaito could not deny that he wished to see him again. Just for a second hear his voice explaining his tricks to him, the smirk that confidently made its way across his beautiful features.
No he had not made it - he had sunk so far into his infatuation with the detective, his detective, that nothing could make him turn away. He realized this as he clung to Shinichi just as desperately. He felt hot tears on his cheeks mix with the ice cold spray of the rain. The cold was seeping into his body as not even their combined body heat could provide enough warmth to keep them at a humane temperature. He tried to press even close even if it was impossible, and only ended up pushing them against the wall of the night club that had saved his life. Their positions were forcibly changed by the impact and suddenly he found himself lost in the eyes of the young man that had captured his heart.
His eyes were red from crying but that deep blue piercing gaze did not waver as they stared at each other, foreheads pressed together, their breaths mixing in a misty chaos. He did not know who moved first but soon their lips were on each other. Soft yet firm, wet from tears and rain, a salty mix and pure heaven in an agonizing clarity. If he had ever dreamt about kissing those full lips before, it was nothing compared to the heat that really kissing him meant. A deep moan made its way through his throat and a soft whimper was heard in response. He licked his lower lip, begging for entrance and hastily invaded the hot, dark abyss that was his mouth when he opened his mouth. Their tongues met and danced and it self shivers of pleasure down his back.
His numb fingers had slowly started fondling the body of his detective. He did not think of the consequences of their actions but as he felt a growing bump press against his thigh and realized his own member had made an impromptu appearance, the truth of their state was starting to become clear in his hazy mind. The places where Shinichi touched him burned, a fire that could only be satisfied as the nimble fingers of his love once again returned. As they made their way down to his butt, his own hands suspiciously somehow having made their way inside Shinichi's shirt where their mercilessly teased his nipples, he froze. His hands did not move away but all movement ceased.
Kaito opened clouded lids and locked gaze with the dark lust-filled eyes of his would-be lover. There was a question there, one he really could not answer. This was not how it was supposed to be. No matter how much he loved the detective, this could not happen. He visibly flinched, Poker Face loooong gone, when a somewhat warm hand pressed against his now flushed cheek.
"We can't do this", he mumbled against the lips of the man whose hold of his butt made him feel lightheaded.
Hurt instantly filled Shinichi's eyes and his body started shifting, trying to move away from their very compromising position. When Kaito realized he was about to lose his detective, he pressed himself harder to said man and when confused eyes looked into his own again, he made a decision. He quickly kissed these wet lips, pouty from his attentions, and whispered, as if he never finished his sentence: "here...".
He fished a pen out from a pocket, one of the unbelievably many he had on his KID suit, and quickly grabbed hold of Shinichi's wrist where he scribbled down some words in a neat handwriting. As he looked up he was met with the most dazzling smile, one that very fast turned lustful again as he leaned forward and kissed him one long thorough time, before he disappeared into the night where the rain was still pouring down. It was really time he met Kuroba Kaito, if they were going to continue this...