Title: Caught red handed

Words: 1214

Summary: Hakuba stumbles upon something quite unexpected.

Disclaimer: If I really owned Kaito and Shinichi I would certainly not be writing fanfiction. Instead...

Some said he had gotten bored of persecuting the thief and his stupid jokes. Others said he had resigned himself to catching him, having been out-smarted plenty of times. But Hakuba was the only one who knew the real reason: Before the big criminal organization had been brought down by the Japan police, the FBI, the CIA, and where Kudou Shinichi had also been involved somehow, he had happened to hear a conversation between a member of the organization and the Moonlight Magician. He had been concerned about it at first, but then he had started investigating and he had acknowledged that they were already on the track of it. A week later, it had been in all newspapers and the media: the down fall of the syndicate. Also, the circumstantial proof he had against the thief had had increased significantly and he had gained some kind of fondness towards Kuroba Kaito – not that he would ever admit it out loud.

So he had thought he could let the stupid thief infuriate other people. He wasn't committing any real crime, because he always returned what he stole. In addition, from what he had heard, he was looking for something that Hakuba thought the thief would find… well… never. So it was okay for him to keep playing, but not for him to keep track of the game. So Hakuba, taking the advice of one Kudou Shinichi on doing something more useful with his time, had asked to be transferred to the police department's first unit, the homicides one. He had been partnered with the famous detective of the East, and even though they had different opinions about some things, he was an excellent detective and they made a great team.

Talking about him… Odd. He had seen Kudou's car parked outside, but he hadn't seen a hair of him inside the station. Maybe he was at the cafeteria. Really, he did drink coffee in excess. It would be counter producing at some point.

Hakuba grumbled as he was taken out of his thoughts. He stood up from his seat and walked down the hallway to the men's room. He had been filling a report when his pen exploded and he had all his fingers blue now. He entered it, his steps soft as always, immersed in his own thoughts, when he heard voices, but there was no-one in sight. He stopped, his detective curiosity picking up.

"Hey, I think I heard something."

Was that Kudou's voice? It really sounded like him. There was some noise, seeming to come from clothes shifting, and what he heard like "Mmhhhg". What the…

"No, I mean it. I think someone just entered," the voice which belonged to the detective murmured again.

"Then shut up," the other voice ordered quite demanding.

Hakuba couldn't understand much though, because of the murmured words only little could be heard.

But what was he doing in that cubicle and with who? Well, thinking about it, it seemed pretty obvious at the moment. Hakuba's feet were frozen to the floor. He wanted to go away from there as soon as possible, but his body didn't let him. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but the noises and the talking started again, and it was too late for Hakuba's brain to start working and leave.

He wasn't much of an expertise, but that noise, it was certainly a kiss, the sound that would make the opening and closing of lips mixed with saliva, against other lips. The sound of cloth was what perturbed him more, though. He could almost feel the hit of two bodies being pressed together. Was that a moan?

"Hey, hey" It was the breathless voice of the one on the right of the cubicle, the one who had spoken first, who he had assumed it was his partner, "I really need to get to work. There was this case the other day. I'm sure Hakuba could use some help for the report."

So yes, effectively it was Kudou one of the people who were there.

"Are you really leaving me like this, Shin-chan?"

Oh, God. OH GOD. He knew that voice. Oh, he knew it very well. It was the voice of that stupid magician who had annoyed him ever since he came to Japan. But what was he doing there and with… Don't say…

Hakuba was very sure he gaped for air at the new discovery and with that he made a hissing sound. Oh, crap. The voices and the sounds stopped abruptly, the door starting to open slowly. Inside there were two Kudou Shinichis. Well, the one on the right was a half dressed Kudou Shinichi. His shirt was down to his elbows, his chest completely exposed, and the detail he didn't want to look at too much: The zip of his pants was down. The other had his foot on the toilet, and his left hand, the one on the opposite from Hakuba, around the other's waist. He was perfectly clean and his suit, the same colour the other was wearing, didn't have a crease. Oh, but he knew that smirk and those eyes. Neither of them belonged to Kudou Shinichi. The thief looked pleased, almost happy of having been spotted, while the blonde detective was still holding his breath it seemed, because he was turning blue by now.

"You can breathe," Shinichi commanded, looking at his work partner, and as if was the permission he was hoping for, he gasped for air.

The thief in front of him giggled, earning himself a deathly glare from the blushing detective.

He looked at both of them surprised. Their bodies, their positions. He wanted to ask, but it made all fucking sense now. And looking at them it didn't seem crazy at all. In fact, it was completely logic for them to be together. They were both so amazingly hot. He could clearly see the image of their bodies together in that tiny space pressing, their hands touching all the skin available, and their mouths gasping and moaning. And… he felt something on his lip and he licked it, the strong taste of iron in his taste buds, and oh, fuck, he was nose bleeding? Really?

He saw the mischievous grin of the magician growing in his face, and he felt scarred. Maybe it was his call to go…

"Ne, Shinichi, what do you say?" He looked at his lover in front of him, still excessively close to him. His hand on his waist, their hips just millimeters away from each others'.

The detective looked at him, thinking as if it was some kind of riddle the thief was giving him. "One time rule, right, Kaito?"

The magician nodded, his expression a little too excited to make Hakuba calm down. He wondered what the hell was going on, before two hands extended to him, closing around his tie, then tugging harshly at it, invitingly, before they went to get busy with other… stuff he supposed they had left off before being interrupted. And they finally closed the gap between their bodies and Hakuba could only stare at them, shocked.

Oh my God, was the last thought that crossed Hakuba's mind before he closed the cubicle's door… behind him.

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