A/N
Pretty Little Psycho-Porcelain Black.
IT'S THE SMOKE SEASON! I really hate smoke, you know? It's disturbing me in more ways than one. And I sorta wanted to share you some warming up tips in the middle of cold, cold winter (though it's actually summer right now… Technically.) I'll describe it in some later chapters… or this chapter. Depends.
Enjoy~
Kaito didn't know why it intrigued him so much, that feeling after an intense heat course. Before, he'd have no lingering feelings to those one night stands because that's what they were; one night stands.
But the detective was different.
He remembered every single detail, thanks to his eidetic memory. His scent, his sensitive spots, his every curve, his voice… his voice. The magician shuddered at the memory.
In sexual intercourse, a person would usually say the other's name. More like the person's name he or she was thinking of. If they only knew that person by alias, then he or she would use a part or the whole alias which sounded more of a name than the other.
Before even knowing what his name was, Shinichi had subconsciously and/or unconsciously said his name. The way his name rolled off of the detective's tongue sent delicious shudders throughout his body, and he soaked in the pleasure of Alpha satisfaction.
"Bakaito!"
He growled inwardly and gave the voice's owner a wide, happy smile.
"Ahoko!" he said with glee. She rolled her eyes before grabbing his wrist.
"Come on! Your performance is just in a few more minutes! I will not tolerate it if you are tardy this time!" she said in a commanding tone. Sheesh, for an Omega, she certainly likes to boss people around.
"Oh cut it out," Kaito said, poker face disabled. "I just know that you want to impress that Hakuba because you're my manager!"
"Hakuba's got nothing to do with anything here!" she huffed, arms crossed in front of her chest.
"Oh, you're right. He's got everything to do with this," he said, reconstructing his poker face. It was one more minute before his show's start.
"Youuuuu…." Aoko said, and he could literally see black tendrils of aura swirling all around her. He gulped. "BAKAITOOOOO!"
And he was gone.
"Once again, the magic show performed by Kuroba-kun us as spectacular as ever!" the TV said, letting on a show of darkness against light-spotted darkness.
'Must be held in a high place,' Shinichi concluded, checking his bullet stock and his gun parts. 'With big windows showing the night scenery.' He added with a nod, his focus divided between the two. It was either the TV or his gun.
The winner was clearly apparent.
When he checked the police database for people with 'Kaito' as their names, he was surprised by the sheer amount of it. Some were missing. Others dead, but unregistered yet. Some overseas. Most in Japan and living near Beika.
He shook his head. It was broad daylight right now, and Vermouth hadn't called him at all, for missions and the like. He decided to go out shopping for gun parts, and possibly bullets, using his special detective badge which the International Police issued for him.
Just in case.
He then went to check his food stock and made a mental list of things to buy in the grocery store. Now he only hoped that the places he knew hadn't changed too much since the last time he went there. Which was around a few… well, maybe a few years ago.
He put on his shoes and pocketed his phone and wallet, and proceeded to leave the house, locking the front door as he went.
Okay, maybe thing did change a little bit much in the span of a few years. But it was nothing he didn't expect.
He finished his shopping just a little bit after three in the afternoon. He didn't like the way the heat around him made him sweat, his hair sticking to his neck. He made a mental note to cut his hair when he could.
Which wasn't soon it seems.
Just then, his phone rang and he saw an unknown number. He clicked it on, not making any sounds or say anything like, 'Hello?'
"Silver Bullet."
Two words, which made him shiver despite the heat. He walked over to a darkened alley as casually as possible, before acknowledging the man who'd called him. "Who are you?"
"Me?" he asked with a breathy laugh. Silver Bullet shuddered once more. He had a weird foreboding feeling clawing up his body, and he didn't like it at all. "I'm Snake," he said rather bluntly. He replied with a hum.
"So? What do you want from me?" he finally asked.
"Hmm… Nah, I just didn't want you to take away my prey. Do not take away my prey, Silver Bullet," he said in a somewhat menacing tone, and Shinichi frowned for a while before a feral grin split his face.
"Ah-ah," he tutted teasingly. "I can't really do that, Snakey," he said, purring the endearment. Games like these were the sort that he liked, once in a while. He received a growl from the other side.
"I know you haven't killed him yet."
"Of course, I won't," he said playfully. "But," his voice dropped a few degrees and Snake, from the other side, shivered. He continued darkly, "He is mine. My prey. No one else may interfere."
Truthfully, he didn't know where that sort of possessiveness came from, and he made another mental note to think over it later. The tension over the line was high, palpable, even though invisible. He couldn't expertly control his emotions, and he blamed it all on the pregnancy.
A few mothers passed by, holding their children's hands and guiding them so that they won't get lost. He heard a sigh, probably from Snake. He felt eyes on him, not ones made by bystanders, but it wasn't the dangerous kind of glare, so he didn't mind.
Not yet.
"Don't say I didn't warn you, Vermouth's apprentice," he said before clicking the phone shut, effectively cutting the line. Shinichi huffed before pocketing said phone, and proceeded to exit the alley, when a scent wafted into his nose, making him stop and turn.
He knew only one person to smell like that, and the scent was very, very rare, if he remembered correctly.
Despite his better judgments, he followed the scent, like a dog following a trail. He went deeper and deeper into the alley, until he was aware of how dangerously empty the place was. "Kaito?" he called, letting uncertainty drip in his tone.
The silence, though, admittedly was unnerving him.
He looked around, trying to pin point where the scent was coming from. His eyes narrowed down when he found the source.
Climbing up some stairs, he put down his shopping bags and put on a guarded stance. Bracing himself for what will happen next, he opened the door.
It was just coincidence, honestly, when he smelled lavender. A familiar yet foreign kind of lavender. He wondered where he'd smelled it before.
'Ah, right… He smells faintly like this…' At the end of the thought, he let out a possessive growl. The woman was blonde, and slim. That was all he could see in the dim lighting of the alleyway. But he couldn't be bothered by it at all.
He let her turn a corner and disappear, flashing light blue eyes as she went. Kaito shrugged before continuing his magic supplies shopping. Next time he sees Hakuba, he was sure that the blond man would get multi-color twin pigtails. With glitter.
Right, he haven't gotten glitter yet.
He turned just in time to see someone enter an alley, a phone in hand. His eyes narrowed in skepticism, but that sweet scent could never fool his sensitive nose.
He then felt arousal building up in his lower abdomen, and he had to hide in the opposite alleyway and from there, he proceeded to reach the other side of the alleyway Shinichi was in. He couldn't help it, he just had to do it.
Luring the detective was easy, after all.
Once the detective opened the door and just barged in, without any worry of the possible dangers, he immediately seized him, biting the back of his neck, hard. The detective yelped, and the magician's hand proceeded blind folding him with ease.
"K-Kaito?!" he asked, bewildered. He let out a growl of acknowledgement as he licked the bite wound he inflicted on the detective in some sort of apology. "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"That's the first thing you ask, even though you're in the mercy of a possible enemy?" he asked huskily, directly in his ear. He loved how the detective shuddered, and his sweet scent overloaded his senses.
Taking in the detective's groceries, he closed the door and locked it, and then he let the Omega sit on his laps, hips grinding hips. Clothed erection against clothed erection. "Of-of course that's what I ask!" the detective huffed, surprising the magician because he was sure that he was already losing his mind to this heat.
"Curious, curious," he said in slight awe, latching his lips onto the detective's, suckling the tongue inside his mouth in delight. Moan after moan, he swallowed it whole, his hands busying itself with the detective's clothes.
The shirt was the first to open, not taking it off of the body because it was somewhat sexy in his opinion.
'If this continues, then he wouldn't be another one night stand, Kaito,' a voice in him purred. He hated his policy on sticking to one night stands until he met his significant other. But his Alpha senses were killing his rational sense, and he couldn't help but give in to the heat.
Not when his fingers was knuckle deep inside the detective's slick-filled entrance. It was ironic, a detective doing these sorts of things with a thief. But he couldn't find it in him to mind at all.
Said detective was panting into the crook of his neck, and he tilted his head so that he could bury his nose into his scent gland without any problems. A deep breath, and the magician shuddered.
He then latched his mouth onto one of his nipples as he made scissoring motions with his fingers inside him, hitting his prostate gland right on. He proceeded to push a fourth finger into the tight hole, burying them as deep as possible.
"K-Kai-!" Shinichi said in a moan. "I-I'm c-c-close…" he stuttered, and Kaito whispered, "Go ahead and come."
The detective let out a pleasured scream before leaning into Kaito as he took in deep breaths, his ring muscles relaxing slightly. Taking out his rock-hard member, he positioned himself under him and pulled out his fingers, loving the whimper which exited the detective's lips before hands clutched at his shirt and pulled.
"Does it still hurt?" he asked, rubbing soothing circles on his back. Last time, because he was in heat, he could easily accept the magician's member easily, pain muffled by need and want. This time, he couldn't help but notice how the muscles around him tightened considerably, as if trying to memorize his shape.
The thought made him shiver delightfully. Shinichi nodded slowly, taking more deep breaths before smiling at the thief. They kissed, slow and hungry, and Kaito started to lift the detective slowly, mindful of every sharp breath intake and whimper the detective let out, before lowering him just as slowly, sheathing himself even deeper this time.
He wasn't even fully sheathed when Shinichi tugged at his hair. "K-Kaito… stop," he pleaded, a tear rolling down his cheek. "It-it's too d-deep…"
Kaito licked the tear away and pecked his nose. "Alright." Inside, he was impatient, irritated. 'Just a little bit more!' the Alpha within him shouted. They continued on the slow pace, accelerating when they felt that they were getting closer and closer… and stars danced in his eyes.
It was… weird. Previously, sex had never felt so good. Climaxing had never felt so good. Having someone in his arms and relishing in his body heat had never felt so… right. So comforting. So…
"Kaito," Shinichi said, still leaning on Kaito. "I-I've got to tell you something…"
The master of Poker Faces could see how embarrassed the detective was, and the only thing in his head was, 'Cute.'
"I…" he said drowsily, and the magician worried that he might fall asleep before telling him anything important. And his worries came true. His soft snores made him sigh. Cliché, he thought. Very, very cliché…
"Ahahah, I didn't think you'd get yourself a mate, bocchama," Jii said with a chuckle, eyes still on the road. "He's not my mate, Jii-chan," Kaito said whilst fingering through the detective's hair.
"Well, can't you add an, 'at least not yet'?" he asked, tone semi-reprimanding. Kaito let out a small hum. "By the way, Jii-chan, you do know where Shinichi's house is?"
"Yes, of course. Toichi-sama was a close friend of the Kudou's. I often visited with him, back in those days. Yuusaku-sama was the one to change the number 1412 into KID, you see."
"His dad knew who my dad was?" he asked incredulously.
"Why yes," Jii said, nodding with a smile. He looked far wizened by that move. "Toichi-sama confided in Yuusaku-sama, and they usually traded ideas on new tricks and tools… Yuusaku-sama's friend, who is my friend, Agasa Hiroshi, helped."
Shinichi took a deep breath on Kaito's wrist's scent gland, before he settled once more. "I… see," he said, eyes trained on the peacefully sleeping detective.
After a while of driving, Jii finally stopped the car and turned. "We're here," he said and Kaito nodded, lifting Shinichi into a princess carry, with his head settled into the crook of his neck for an easy access to his own scent.
As Jii started sorting his groceries and leaving the gun parts alone, Kaito carried him up the stairs, easily locating the detective's bedroom on the second floor. It was a simple room, with its' desk filled with criminal reports and files, all international level.
A pang of guilt overcame him, and he felt the need to give the Omega a bath once he saw the state he was in. Shirt still on, but the buttons were opened, pants and boxers put back on, but his chest and clothes were stained with the remnants of come.
Not thinking twice, he shed his clothes off, doing the same to the unconscious detective, and entering the bathroom. Filling the bath tub with lukewarm water, he got in with the detective still in his arms, and started to soap off the drying liquid off of him.
Once they were done, the magician dried the detective off and finally tucked him into bed. When he kissed his forehead, he stilled at the deep inhale, before smiling at the sigh. Azure eyes cracked open just a little bit, and he brushed off the hair obscuring his vision.
"Kaito?" he asked drowsily.
"Shh, Shinichi, just rest," he said tenderly and felt a satisfied feeling when he nodded and leaned into the hand on his forehead before going back to sleep.
Stepping out of the bedroom, he finally realized in horror what had just happened.
'Shoot, he saw my face!... or did he?' He shook his head. He prayed so that Shinichi's vision, like everyone else's when they first woke up, would be all blurry. Then he sighed once more.
'First, I deliberately led him to myself and for reasons unknown to me, I actually felt aroused just by the sight of him… Second… He's not my one night stand anymore… I broke my own policy…'
With heavy feet, he trudged downstairs and met Jii as he waited patiently for Kaito to follow him to the car.
Teal colored eyes glinted when she rang the doorbell with the help of her companion.
"Y-you…! Are you crazy! You do know who he is, don't you?!" her companion said, his voice a little bit panicky.
"Oh, hush. I do know because I'm more knowledgeable in these sorts of things. He'll… He'll be able to help us."
"But… if the police finds them… Those… they'll be exposed to danger, Sherry!" the man said with no little urgency. Sherry let out a breathless laugh.
"And you think he'd back down just because he's exposed to danger, Chartreuse? He's called a Death Angel for something, after all," she said, clutching her side. Her breathing was starting to become wheezy, and he didn't like the looks of that.
He rang the doorbell once more. "Hello?! Any one home?!" he called, panic rising in his heart. The door opened, revealing an irate-looking man in his early twenties. Mid neck length black hair, which was somehow kept nice and tidy, complimented his pale skin, which looked as if glowing, very nicely.
"Yes, how can I help you?" he asked wearily, azure eyes watching their every move. Chartreuse sighed in relief. "Hello, there, Kudou Shinichi," he said.
"Hello…?" he replied in a confused manner.
"Umm… sorry to intrude at such an ungodly hour, but… can we take refuge in your house, please?" he asked. Sherry's eyes started to see black spots, and each time she wheezed, her side hurt more and more.
"Uh, sure, but what're your names?" he asked, letting them inside. He was already examining the woman intently, seeing the obvious gullet grazes which adorned her cheek and neck. His brows furrowed.
"Close the door," he commanded, and Chartreuse complied, turning back to close said door and turned back, to find that Shinichi was beginning to strip her.
"W-whoa! What are you doing?!"
"She's badly injured," he said matter-of-factly. After examining her injuries, he took out his phone and called someone.
"You're not going to call the police, are you?!" he asked, panicky.
"No. I'm calling a friend of mine for medical help, since you obviously seem to not fancy the idea of calling an ambulance. Let alone the police," he said and the lines connect.
He looked at Sherry, who seemed to be in a lot of pain, and prayed, so that she will not die. Not when they'd come this far. Not when he'd fallen this deep under.
A/N
Hello, Chartreuse, Sherry! How are you? Ha-ha… What do you think Chartreuse's real name should be? I'm not creative with names, admittedly…
I'm glad that you guys are enjoying this fic so far… which isn't that far anyways. So, how was it? I am admittedly not in my best form, I keep sneezing! Good thing my mom knows how to deal with cold; cold-repellent herbal meds.
She actually mixed it with my hot choco and hell, it tasted like choco mint (although I know that she used various herbs…) See ya next chapter~
- To be continued -
