I guess this is a bit of an early update. Quite the change for me. Anyway, here's the second part of the fic for my prompt from moonypads! I do have a couple more scenes I want to write in this same 'timeline.' This one has Heiji/Conan (Conan/Heiji, same diff.), more kissing, etc. I hope you enjoy it!

"You gave me your cold last time, you know."

"Whose fault was it that you caught my cold?"

It was the closest they had come so far to talking about what had happened before, about the kiss that Heiji had stolen. Heiji had wanted to bring it up earlier, knowing that Kudo was more likely to hold a grudge than to let it slide, but he hadn't gotten the chance. Every time he phoned he found himself cut off before he could even start to explain.

Which was how Heiji had ended up traveling all the way to Tokyo, just for the chance to talk to Kudo for more than forty seconds. For once he had a little luck on his side. He met Ran on her way out, and managed to 'volunteer' himself to look after Conan for a little while.

That gave him the chance he'd wanted, to talk to Kudo without the risk of being cut off by a dial tone. The only problem was that Kudo–currently making his appearance as Conan–was still in a black mood, and seemed to prefer pretending that Heiji wasn't sitting right in front of him. His point that it was Heiji's own fault if he caught a cold was the first real response Heiji had gotten out of ten straight minutes of pestering.

Finally, as if only just realizing Heiji wasn't going to leave him alone, Conan asked, "What are you doing here, Hattori?"

"Hm? I missed ya." Heiji aimed his most sincere smile at Conan, which seemed to have absolutely no effect. "Didn't you miss me?"

"Not particularly, no."

"Ouch. That's cold, Kudo. Aren't we friends?"

Conan crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, glowering at Heiji. It left Heiji wondering what he had done to deserve a poisonous look like that. One little kiss didn't seem to be enough to warrant such a glare.

"Cut it out already. You keep saying we're friends whenever you want an excuse for something. You're the one who hasn't been acting like a friend lately."

"Excuse me!?" Heiji jumped to his feet, stung. "What's that supposed to mean? I'm not the one who's been cutting you off, ya jerk!"

"You know exactly what I mean!"

Heiji did have a pretty good idea what he meant, no matter how vague Conan insisted on being, but that didn't mean he was anywhere close to right. He strode over to where Conan was sitting and couldn't help noticing how his friend tensed at his approach. In one motion he knelt and braced his hands on either side of Conan's knees, leaning forward until they were nose-to-nose.

"Let me make this clear for you. I love you, even when you're being a little idiot." Heiji saw Conan's eyes dilate when he stressed the word 'love,' and could only hope it was from fascination instead of fear. "But that's no reason why I can't like you as a friend. Our friendship is precious to me, so don't you dare say I'm the one acting like it doesn't matter.

"If you really can't handle that, then it's about time you admitted it instead of being all passive aggressive about it." Heiji paused, then swallowed hard in an attempt to force down his nerves. He'd snarled bits and pieces of that confession to the dial tone Conan kept leaving him with, but never all at once like that.

After a second of watching Conan's apparently frozen face, he added, "It's fine if you're not interested in. . . that. But I want to make sure you know, because you're obviously getting it wrong. And unless the thought of being anywhere close to me gives you nightmares or something, I still want to be friends with you."

"Hattori, you. . ." Conan interrupted himself with a slow, deep breath, and Heiji found himself holding his own breath, anticipating the words he most wanted to hear.

"Idiot."

"You're the idiot," Heiji shot back. "What, are you just going to pretend I never said anything to you?"

"I don't see why it would make a difference."

Heiji didn't believe for a minute that Kudo could just forget what he had done and said. He was convinced it wasn't just a matter of his own pride that made him unwilling to accept that. The silent treatment he had received before was evidence enough that Kudo was not one to just forgive and forget. If he was going to be cut off over this, he was going to at least make Kudo admit to what he was doing.

"So this doesn't bother you?" Heiji reached up and slid Conan's glasses off as he spoke. "The idea that I want to. . . ."

He didn't need to finish, leaving it open to interpretation as he suggestively inched their mouths closer. He expected an explosive reaction, to be kicked and pushed away. Instead Conan squeezed his eyes shut, looking more like he expected to have a bucket of ice water upended over his head than like someone anticipating a kiss.

"Chill out. I have more self control than that." Heiji sat back on his heels, temporarily satisfied that he had at least proven his point.

Conan's eyes snapped open, and from the look on his face, Heiji expected a good, sharp kick at the very least. The last thing he expected was for Conan to grab the front of his shirt, haul him forward again, and kiss him on the mouth.

It was too far from what Heiji had expected for him to even process what was happening. He simply reacted, dragging Conan off of the couch and into his lap. Completely forgetting to hold back, Heiji took control of the kiss, demanding ever more from Conan's soft lips.

When Conan jerked back, panting for breath, it was all Heiji could do not to follow and try to seal their mouths together again. He settled for dropping kisses on Conan's cheeks, his chin, and anywhere else he could reach without drifting too far from Conan's lips.

Conan allowed himself to be pressed against Heiji's chest, but hid his face in Heiji's shoulder to forestall further kisses. Unable to let it go, Heiji shifted his attention to Conan's neck and shoulder, kissing anywhere he could reach. He pulled the open neck of Conan's t-shirt to one side, exposing his collar bone and proceeding to lathe it with his tongue.

Shuddering at the touch, Conan clenched his hands on Heiji's shoulders instead of pushing away. Heiji paused, having to force down his sudden desire to expose and taste even more skin.

"Do you hate it?"

"No, you idiot. Of course I don't hate it." Conan lifted his head, though his gaze remained fixed on Heiji's shoulder. It took a supreme effort of self control, at least on Heiji's part, not to interrupt their conversation with more kisses.

"Hey, Kudo? Do you like me?" Heiji whispered. His voice was rough with all of the nuances that he couldn't say out loud, but he knew his friend could hear them. It was embarrassing enough to have to come out and ask something like that. The last thing Heiji wanted to do was ask for a specific degree of 'liking' and increase his chances of being shot down.

"Don't ask."

Heiji caught Conan by the chin, studying the way the young detective avoided his eyes. He dropped a single, brief kiss on Conan's mouth, and watched the way his eyes slid closed, feeling his lips soften and part. There were too many different emotions that could be hiding behind that request of, 'Don't ask,' and Heiji wanted desperately to know. . . .

"Okay," he agreed. He couldn't blame Conan for staring at him in surprise when he gave in so easily. He couldn't think of a single thing he had wanted more in his life than to find answers, to unravel secrets and cut straight down to the truth hidden inside; and more than any other mystery he had encountered, he had wanted to know Shinichi Kudo.

Heiji smiled at the incredulous disbelief on Conan's face. He didn't need to be told anything. After all, he had discovered Kudo's secrets before using only the evidence before him and his own instincts. Heiji trusted in his ability to find any answer that he truly needed.

"Just promise me you'll let me keep doing this," Heiji coaxed, pressing another kiss to Conan's mouth to leave no doubt as to what 'this' was.

Conan blushed bright red, trying and failing to look irritated with Heiji. "Great. Now I'm never going to know what perverted thing you really have in mind when you get close to me."

"Then you be the one to instigate things." Heiji put one hand over Conan's mouth before he could interrupt with an angry protest. "You be the one to make that decision, any time we go past being friends. You're worth waiting for."

Heiji had the miserable suspicion that after making a promise like that he might be waiting forever, but. . . Kudo had already 'instigated' things twice now (Heiji maintained that taking off his clothes counted, whatever nonsexual ulterior motive Kudo had at the time). He would probably do so again, sooner or later.

For now, Heiji was simply going to enjoy the opportunity presented by having Conan in his arms, and in his lap. He wanted to steal as many kisses as possible, before the barriers came back up and Conan tried to push him away again.