Chapter Two: Devil from the Past
Hatred can run deep, but turn it into fuel for the fire and it is no longer hatred…it is insanity.
–Tracy W. Chan
He could hear footsteps, slowly trailing down unseen stairs, followed by the click of...something, that caused the edges of his blindfold to glow. Swallowing, he shifted, hiding his more then probably broken arm, laying in wait as he counted each footstep, not that it would help him, as he had never seen where he was held before.
"It's been a long time, sweet." A voice purred far too close to his ear and Toichi groaned, wanting to bang his head against a wall.
"Please, God not you," he whispered. Out of all the cases he had in his short life, there was only one that haunted him, one that kept him awake in the dead of night, forcing him to fly lest his thoughts consume him.
When Toichi was fifteen, he had a boyfriend that he was madly and utterly in love with. And like any boy (or girl) in love, Toichi overlooked his lover's...quirks, though most would call them flaws. He ignored the possessiveness, the jealousy, the random threats that Toichi knew would never come true (mostly for the fact he could drop quick his lover across a football field if he wanted).
At lest, Toichi ignored them until his best friend turned up missing...and later dead. It had been a hard case, emotional and wearing, draining both himself and his father, but in the end, they had found the murderer, and he had been, if Toichi recalled correctly, locked away for what should have been the rest of his natural life.
Which didn't explain, why Yuki, his former lover, a convicted murder and all around bastard, was kneeling next to him, his hot, heavy breath burning Toichi's ear.
"Of course it's me, sweet. Who else would you expect?" There was a warning note in Yuki's voice, a silent threat that Toichi read loud and clear.
He was tempted to tell Yuki exactly who he could expect it to be, but figured it wasn't worth pissing the man off just for a bit of bitter spite.
"Why are you out, Yuki?" Toichi said, his voice bland, weary. He was starting to regret leaving his house, no matter how upset he had been. Facing his parents would be far better then being alone, bound up, at the mercy of this lunatic.
"Apparently my lawyers, dear, sweet things that they are, found a...conflict of interest, in one of the key witnesses in my case. Well I just had to be released after that, since said witness' testimony was the clinching factor in my trial."
Conflict of interest? What could have possi...oh no.
"It was me, wasn't it?" Toichi breathed, remembering there had been some pre-trial concerns over the fact Toichi was not only the dependent's lover, but the deceased's close friend, as well as the second civilian lead on the case.
But that had been smoothed over before they went to trial!
"Yes, my sweet. You're pretty little lies," Yuki's tounge flicked over Toichi's lips, causing Toichi's stomach to roll violently. "They were all erased. Such pretty, vicious little lies for a pretty, vicious little whore."
Toichi gasped, as Yuki grabbed his broken arm, twisting it violently. He fought against the urge to pass out, biting into his lip until it bled. This was of course, a mistake, as Yuki found the sight of Toichi bleeding incredibly erotic.
Toichi forced himself not to bite on Yuki's tounge as it invaded his mouth, doing his best not to react either positively or negatively. It had always been the best approach, when dealing with an enraged Yuki.
"Tell me, sweet. Tell me, every little dirty thing you did with him." Yuki whispered, biting harshly on Toichi's cheek, before soothing it with his tounge.
Toichi squeezed his eyes shut under his blindfold, stomach again doing an exotic dance as the words sent his mind spiraling back two years, when Yuki had handcuffed Toichi to his bed and hurled accusations at him regarding Toichi's relationship with his now dead friend. Every denial Toichi had uttered had earned him another bruise and another slur.
"Yuki," Toichi whispered, his voice pleading. "Please, lover..." He swallowed thickly, feeling tears pooling over his closed eyes, trapped by the duct tape. "Please, you know you're my only man.." Toichi screamed as something sharp and burning hot slid over his bared stomach, leaving a trail of fiery pain behind it.
"Tell me!" Yuki roared and Toichi gave a broken whimper, his mind too far gone in his memories to even think of resisting, telling any lie he could think of that might make the pain stop.
--
"I hate this!" Saguru yelled, throwing his keys and wallet across the room before falling onto the couch, burring his head in his hands.
"We all hate this, lover, but throwing a fit won't help." Kaito muttered as he loosened his tie, removing his top hat and handing it to Mika who hung up up. "We just...have to find more clues, more...arrows pointing us to him."
"There aren't anymore, Kaito." Saguru said, raising his head so he could look up at his husband. "The last shred of evidence were those tire tracks and they lead no where."
"They lead somewhere, we just don't know where." Conan muttered, falling into a chair. He accepted a beer from Mika, taking a long drink before letting his head fall back, staring at the ceiling. "There had to be evidence somewhere. Some clue, some..."
"Someone?" Mika said softly, staring at the television. Her face was white, the first hints of fear around her eyes as she stared at the brunette man on the screen, watching as he walked out of the local prison. Kaito and Saguru turned, both cursing violently when they saw the images.
"Umm, anyone want to clue in the guy who hasn't been in Japan in nearly seventeen years?"
"He's Kashiwagi Yuki, a convicted murder."
"Ah, still doesn't explain how he's connected to Toichi's disappearance...or why he's walking out of prison but I guess we can figure that one out later."
"He's Toichi's former boyfriend," Kaito said softly, still staring at the television. "He's...a bit rough around the edges."
"A bit?" Saguru quired, raising an eyebrow at his husband. "He's an abusive little shit. And I would like to remind you I never did approve of him."
"You never approve of anyone dating Toichi."
Mika rolled her eyes at her parents. "He murdered Masamoto Akio, Toichi's best friend. Thought Toichi was having an affair with him. Anyway, Toichi and father solved the case, Yuki went to jail and...now is apparently out again."
"Thus how he can be involved." Conan said, stroking his chin as he thought. "Any ideas where Yuki would take Toichi, if it is him after all."
Saguru shook his head. "It's been two years, I would have to check my notes and those are buried somewhere in my office."
"Then why are you still here?" Kaito asked, frowning at his husband.
"It would take hours to even locate that year's files, not to mention how many cases I solved that year, and if I even have copies anymore."
"I want my baby boy back, Saguru. I want him back now."
Saguru sighed, grabbing his keys and wallet for where he threw them, heading for the door. Conan stood to follow, but Kaito reached out, grabbing his arm. "Mika, go with your father, you know the files as well as any of us." Mika nodded, giving Kaito a questioning look before following Saguru out.
There was the sound of slamming doors outside, followed by a car staring up and headlights washing over the room as Saguru backed out of the driveway. Kaito waited until the sound of the car had faded into the distance before collapsing against Conan, clutching at him.
Conan stood there, shocked for a moment, before his arms came up, wrapping around Kaito. He slipped his hands under the cape, gently rubbing Kaito's back, feeling the other man's trembles as he did. "It'll be alright, Kaito. We'll bring him back home."
"You can't know that."
"I can. He's your son. If he's even the smallest tenth similar to you, he'll come home, alive and well. I can promise you that."
"Don't," Kaito whispered, tears slipping down his cheeks. "Don't make promises, they're worthless, useless things and they always get broken."
Conan reached down, tilting Kaito's head up. He brushed his thumbs across the brunette's cheeks, wiping away his tears. "My promises aren't broken, Kaito."
"I want him home," Kaito whispered, his face crumbling before he got it under control. "I just...I just..."
"I know, Kaito." Conan said, interrupting Kaito's rambling words. He started moving backwards, carefully pulling Kaito along with him, until he was sitting on the couch. He pulled Kaito down onto his lap, the thief's head automatically resting on Conan's shoulder. Conan held him tightly, resting his cheek on Kaito's, staring at the muted television.
The pair was silent for a long moment, the grandfather clock across the room silently ticking away the time, the rhythmic sound calming them better then words could. Kaito shifted, lifting and moving his head so he could look up at Conan. "Why are you here?" he asked, keeping his voice low.
"Because you held me here," Conan said, slightly confused as to what Kaito was asking, but guessing he wasn't actually answering the question Kaito asked.
"No, why are you here, looking for Toichi, injecting yourself into our drama?"
"Because it's the right thing to do. No matter what may be going on between us, or between Toichi and I, that's not more important then finding him and bringing him home. I would still be here, even if you were going to ask me to butt out of your lives after he's home."
Kaito went silent again, but the moment of quiet was shorter this time. He swallowed, fighting to get control of his body from the racking tremors of fear and pain, looking up at Conan again. "I'm not going to ask you to walk away," he said, focusing on something else other then his shaking body or the fact his son was missing and possibly trapped with a murder.
Though why he focused on Conan's lips was a question that he would probably not want to face in the morning.
He stared at the lips that were hovering just shy of over his eyes, tracing the contours, memorizing each dip and curve. They were a pale rose colour, worn and chapped where Conan chewed at the flesh. The upper lips was beautifully curved, full, with the edges turned up just slightly, a nice offset to the fuller bottom lip.
Kaito didn't' know why he did it. After all, his son was missing, his husband was upset about something other then Toichi, and above all, he was a dedicated father and husband.
Though, apparently not so dedicated, as he found his lips pressed against those he had just attempted to memorize, slowly sliding, trying to convince Conan out of his shock and into participation. Conan's mouth opened as the detective gasped for a breath, and Kaito took advantage, his tounge sliding between Conan's lips, flicking them before venturing further, exploring the warm, moist cavern.
Conan groaned softly as Kaito's tounge slid over his, the other man apparently interested in exploring as much of the new space as he could, and it made Conan chuckle, amused by Kaito's curiosity. He allowed Kaito to explore for a bit, before engaging Kaito's tounge with his own, curling around the invader before slipping over it to flick at Kaito's lips.
Kaito shivered on Conan's lap and the detective growled, reaching down to grip Kaito's hips, trying to keep the wiggling man still. Kaito's lips quirked slightly in a smirk and he waited until Conan's grip relaxed as the man was distracted by the kiss, before shifting again in Conan's lap, managing to get one of his legs around so that he was straddling Conan's lap. He pushed forward slightly, forcing Conan back against the couch, and back even further, forcing the detective's head back against the top of the couch as he rose slightly above Conan.
Conan groaned deeply, burring his fingers in Kaito's wild strands of hair, pressing the thief's mouth harder against his, the kiss turning hungry as they pressed together, bodies eagerly drinking in the sensation of another against it.
Kaito pulled out of the kiss, nipping at Conan's lips, before reaching up and plucking the un-needed glasses from Conan's face, setting them aside before moving in again, slowly kissing up the side of Conan's face, making his way towards the ear, pausing long enough to give the tender bit of flesh and nip, before moving down, his mouth now latching onto the smooth flesh of Conan's neck, gently sucking, flicking his tounge over the flesh before biting down softly, drawing moans from deep in Conan's throat.
Conan's hands slid down Kaito's back as he arched more, giving Kaito more flesh to tease. His searching hands slid around Kaito's body, flicking open the button that held Kaito's jacket shut. He slid his hands slowly up Kaito's chest, savoring the feel of the warm flesh under Kaito's cotton shirt, before slipping his hands over Kaito's shoulder, the jacket moving down.
As Kaito switched sides of Conan's neck, he moved his arms back, tugging off his jacket and letting it fall in the floor behind him. He reached up, touching Conan's cheeks, moving up to kiss the detective when Conan put his hand up, keeping them separated. Kaito blinked down at him, confused, before realization dawned as Conan lifted Kaito's right hand, bringing it to his lips and with his teeth, gently tugging off Kaito's white gloves.
Kaito gave an odd, breathy gasp as he watched Conan draw his ring finger into his mouth, slowly sucking on the digit as he ran his tounge along the pad of the finger, teeth ever so slightly caressing the top. Conan's eyes raised up and met Kaito's as he sucked, causing Kaito's body to tighten in response, mouth dropping open as he started breathing deeply.
Kaito licked his lips, starting to gently thrust the finger in Conan's mouth, reaching up with his other hand and pulling on his loosened tie, sliding it free of his collar. He started unbuttoning his shirt, each freed button revealing more and more of his chest, until his shirt was hanging open, a long line of skin bared to Conan's gaze.
Conan released Kaito's finger, his hands sliding up from Kaito's waist, under the shirt, first caressing the warm skin of Kaito's back, before sliding across to explore the muscled chest. He looked up at Kaito as he let his hands drift, palms flat as they brushed over the brunette's nipples. The gasp and arching back he got in response encouraged him, and Conan wrapped an arm around Kaito's waist, holding him as he pushed the shirt open further, lowering his mouth to one of the darkened nubs, first caressing it with his tounge before drawing it into his mouth, sucking softly.
Kaito groaned deeply at Conan's actions, his breathing now faster pants, trying to draw precious air into him, even as shooting bolts of pleasure stole it away. "Conan," he groaned, trying to regain control of the situation, wanting to drag Conan's mouth away from his chest and possess it until Conan was as breathless as he was.
Conan was encouraged by Kaito's groan, switching to the neglected nipple as he gently bit and tugged. His free hand explored Kaito's stomach, dancing across the muscles found there before venturing to the cloth that blocked his way. His fingers fumbled slightly, as he tried to un-button the slacks without looking, giving a frustrated growl of annoyance that caused Kaito to hiss and arch even more, before finally getting the button free, zipper traveling easily down the path destined for it as Conan lifted Kaito's hips slightly.
Kaito's mind swirled, the pleasurable haze growing thicker around his brain, trying to strangle rational thought as he felt Conan's hand that was resting on his hip, dip down slightly, caressing the new spots of bare flesh.
Kaito whimpered, seating himself fully back on Conan's lap, hips grinding down of their own accord, causing Conan to pull back, hissing as he slid his hands back up Kaito's body, nails raking the flesh lightly before gently grasping Kaito's cheeks, pulling him in for another hungry kiss.
Kaito whimpered into the kiss, giving small gasps as Conan's hips rocked up against his, causing Kaito's to instinctively follow the motion. "Conan..." he whispered, as he pulled away from the kiss, nipping and sucking on Conan's lips, more whimpers escaping him.
"Shh, it's okay," Conan whispered as Kaito trembled, pressing small kisses against Kaito's jaw, his hand sliding down Kaito's stomach, reaching into the open pants, eager to finally grasp what he had lusted after for so long.
Kaito gave a broken whimper as Conan caressed his length, shifting so that his pants slid down more, rocking up into the stroking hand as he buried his face in Conan's neck, occasionally kissing and sucking the flesh next to his mouth, eyes shut tightly, clutching desperately to Conan.
Conan drew Kaito's mouth back up to his, kissing him gently, slowly, a contrast to the rather fast pace he had while stroking Kaito. Kaito trembled, his nails digging into Conan's neck as his mind tried desperately to bury itself in the pleasure swarming it.
But Kaito's mind, no matter how eager it was to shut down and stop working, never really shut down. And even as he thrust into Conan's hand, greedily accepting the pleasure offered, a nagging feeling of shame and worry pushed through the fog, forcing him to stop, giving a whimpering cry as his body craved him to continue and give in.
Conan shifted, looking at Kaito, confusion and question written across his face. Kaito ignored him for a moment, simply burying his face in Conan's neck, cursing himself softly. He reached down, pulling Conan's hand away from him, entwining their fingers as he rested against the detective, wanting to cry in his frustration.
"Kaito?" Conan asked softly, giving the thief's hand a squeeze before shrugging the shoulder Kaito was laying on, forcing Kaito's head up. "What's wrong?"
"We...I...this can't happen, Conan. I'm married, and I love Saguru. I can't do this to him."
Conan sighed, resting his forehead against Kaito's before gently kissing the thief's lips, pulling his hand free of Kaito's, kissing the tips of the fingers then Kaito's forehead. "Then you should get off of me," Conan said, trying not to look incredibly disappointed. "Or else I won't be able to allow you to walk away."
Kaito gave a weak smile, kissing Conan gently before sliding off the detective and fixing his pants. "I'm going to make something to eat," he said softly, watching as Conan caught his hand again.
Conan kissed Kaito's fingers, then his palm, then his wrist, wanting fiercely to tug on the hand in his, pulling Kaito back into his lap. He swallowed and released the hand, watching as Kaito walked into the kitchen, the open shirt shifting around him, giving Conan the barest glimpses of the flesh he so eagerly wanted to consume.
--
"Wake up, sweet."
Toichi groaned as the honey coated voice slipped into his happy unconsciousness, pulling him away from the pleasant blankness and into the harsher reality of pain and torment. He gave a soft whimper as his injuries awoke one by one, each screaming their anger that he escaped into oblivion before they could drive him mad.
He felt something in his ankle give a sharp jolt as a heavy body stood on it, and he was fully conscious, screaming in pain. He heard Yuki chuckle, and tried not to give a pathetic whimper as Yuki bounced on his ankle, something snapping inside the joint.
"Awake now, sweet? We wouldn't want the dear prince to sleep away the day."
Toichi stiffened as a body stretched out over his, the stench of alcohol and cigarettes thick in Yuki's breath as it brushed over his nose and mouth. "I heard your parents are out sniffing around for you. Must be nice, to know they love you so much." Yuki's tounge slid over Toichi's jaw, a harsh bite following and Toichi winced, using the thought of his parents to calm him.
They would find him. They had to find him. There was no one in the world more suited to the task either. His father was the top rated private investigator in all of Japan. He could beat anyone to the solution of a case, even the police.
And his dad...his dad was Kaitou Kid.
So they would find him, and he would be far, far away from this lunatic.
"Ah, but they don't love you the way you want them to, do they sweet? My pretty little whore, you want nothing more then to spread those cute little thighs and let your father do whatever dirty little thing he thinks of, don't you? Such a slut."
Yuki's words jerked Toichi out of his comfortable picturing of what would happen when he was rescued. He swallowed, mind trying to shove the words away, but the poison from them still seeped into him, tainting his blood and destroying a piece of him.
Conan. Conan would come, Conan would find him...
Conan was in love with his father and could care less about some jumped up, coxcomp of a detective who threw himself on the first drunk man he met.
"I saw your father today," Yuki said conversationally, using the tip of a knife to draw a pattern Toichi couldn't figure out on the teen's chest before lapping at the blood that came from the small cuts. "He was heading into his office with your sister." Yuki started drawing another image next to the first, cutting deeper this time, lapping at the blood again before speaking. "They looked quite cozy, locked up in that office together, reading case after case. I hear she's turning into quite the detective. A real protégée." Yuki cut even deeper again, able to suck on the cut this time, a groan issuing from him. "Must be hard, to know you're being replaced already." Yuki raised the knife to Toichi's lips, forcing it into the bound teen's mouth. "Suck."
Toichi swallowed, grimacing before doing what was asked, not wanting the knife to go further into his mouth...or throat. The thick, coppery taste of his blood made him gag again, but he forced himself on, willing to do what he needed to keep Yuki pleased.
"You always were prettiest, with your mouth wrapped around something," Yuki purred, thrusting the knife between Toichi's lips, making sure it split them, before being distracted by a soft, glowing light. He frowned, pulling away the shreds of Toichi's shirt, staring at the necklace whose pendant was glowing merrily, blinking in an off pattern. "What is this, sweet? A gift from one of your admirers?" Yuki grasped the pendent and pulled until the silver chain snapped apart, studying the light for a moment before dropping it on the floor.
He stood, and stepped on the fragile pendant, crushing it beneath his boot, glaring down at Toichi's bound body. "I'm the only admirer you should concern yourself about, sweet." He kicked Toichi's injured ankle before heading back upstairs, intent on getting good, and something new to use on Toichi.
Toichi waited until Yuki's footsteps faded, a smirk curling over his lips. He burst out laughing, unable to stop even when his stomach cramped up. "You idiot," he gasped out, choking on his mirth. "Thank you, Mika."
--
"I can't find a bloody thing!" Saguru yelled, throwing a file across his office.
Mika watched her father's explosion passively, shaking her head. He understood his frustration, but throwing files was not going to magically make the information appear. She turned a page in the folder she was reading as Saguru sheepishly collected the papers he had thrown.
She started humming along with the tune that started coming from her cellphone, Saguru watched his daughter for a moment before reaching over and plucking her cellphone from her pocket, intent on shutting it off when he noticed the screen, frowning.
"What IS this?"
Mika looked up and at the screen before shrugging. "GPS display for Toichi's necklace." she said, returning to the file.
"Oh," Saguru said, setting aside the phone and returning to his own file. There was silence for a moment before Mika's words sunk in. "WHAT?!"
Mika's head shot up. "Global Positioning System for Toichi's..." she trailed off, her tiredness vanishing as she realized what that meant. Toichi's emergency beacon had finally gone off. "Toichi's necklace, it has a GPS chip that activates when the glass is crushed." Mika fumbled out her own necklace, showing it to his father as if to demonstrate what she was talking about without actually crushing it. "It's like your pocket watch or daddy's bracelet."
"And you didn't tell us...why?"
"That was Toichi's part, I just invented them!" Mika said, snatching her cellphone before pickpocketing Saguru of his, hitting Kaito's speed dial.
--
"Smells good," Conan whispered, his lips brushing over Kaito's ear as he wrapped his arms around the man from behind, leaning over Kaito's shoulder to look into the pot.
Kaito shuddered, trying to keep from reacting to Conan. "It's a...I have no idea, Saguru calls it 'junk pot'."
Conan blinked at the name, before seeing the empty packages and cans on the counter, figuring out what Kaito meant. Ran had created a similar dish to get rid of some of the 'extras' they had when they were low on groceries. You basically tossed in whatever you had that would go together.
Kaito's cellphone started ringing and Conan grinned, beating the thief to the pocket, sliding his hand in, fondling Kaito's thigh before slipping out the small phone, opening it and holding Kaito away from him as the other man tried to grab it. "Kaito's pants, how may I help you?"
"Uncle Conan?" Mika's voice came and Conan put the phone on speaker, setting it on the counter.
"Yup, and your father."
"Why are you...never mind, don't want to know. Really. We have a lead on Toichi,"
Conan, who had been sucking on Kaito's neck suddenly found himself on the floor, blinking up at Kaito who had shoved him away and was now grabbing up the phone, anxiously questioning Mika. He stood, rubbing his sore hip as he turned off the stove and moved the pot off the burner. He shook his head, smiling as Kaito forgot everything around him, so intent on finding his son.
Kaito had already walked out of the kitchen and towards the door, talking a mile a minute to his daughter. Conan grabbed his arm and spun him around before grabbing the phone. "We'll meet you outside your father's office." he said into the phone and shut it off, cutting off Mika's reply.
"What are you doing?!" Kaito snapped, angry at being held back.
Conan poked Kaito's bare stomach with a finger before raising an eyebrow, smiling as Kaito coloured and started buttoning up his shirt, before realizing he was still half dressed as Kid and dashed upstairs to change. He returned faster then Conan thought was possible, dashing for the door before the detective could register he was back. Conan followed him, toeing on his shoes. "Please tell me we're not walking," Conan muttered, and watched as Kaito dashed back in the house.
"Nope!" Kaito called, hitting a few buttons on the security panel. The alarm activated and Kaito dashed around the back of the house. Conan looked confused for a moment, wondering what was going on before hearing the faint sounds of an engine starting up. He blinked as Kaito came roaring by, a sleek black motorcycle between his legs.
Conan shook his head before climbing on and grabbing around Kaito's waist, giving a startled cry as Kaito took off.
--
The foursome stared up at the decrepit warehouse, before the three eldest looked down at the small figure holding a cellphone. "Are you sure he's here," Kaito asked softly.
Mika nodded, offering her cellphone to her father to double check. "He's here, somewhere."
"Alright, let's spread out and look around, see the best way to enter." Saguru said. Conan nodded in agreement and headed opposite of the blond. The pair had just made it around their respective corners when they heard something go crashing. Running back towards the front they blinked, staring at Kaito who had knocked down the front door and was now heading inside.
"Or we can barge right in," Saguru muttered, following his husband.
Kaito flicked on a flashlight, casting it around the warehouse, eyes scanning every bit of the ground floor as he walked. He had made it halfway across the ground floor when Conan and Saguru grabbed him, keeping him from walking further. "What are you..." He trailed off as he saw the giant open hole before him. "Oh, thanks." He shook them off before looking down in the hole, shining his flashlight down.
Below him was what appeared to be a storage basement. Wood, bricks, sawdust and molded cloth was visible, as well as a small figure, half buried under a pile. "TOICHI!" Kaito shouted, jumping down the hole, just barely missing landing on his son.
Toichi gave a whimper, body aching fiercely as he tried to roll over. "Dad?" he whispered, voice broken and harsh, strained from screaming.
There were two more thumps as Saguru and Conan jumped down. Saguru knelt next to his son, staring at the bruises and cuts, swallowing thickly. "We're here, Toichi," Saguru said softly.
"Thank gods," Toichi whispered and started crying.
"It's alright, Toichi, you're safe now," Saguru whispered, and reached up, studying the tape around Toichi's eyes. There was a click and a knife entered Saguru's vision, slicing up the side of Toichi's head, freeing the tape. Conan set his pocket knife aside, carefully removing the duct tape from Toichi's face, not bothering to remove it from his hair, not wanting to cause Toichi more pain.
Toichi blinked, his vision foggy and blurred from spending so much time closed. He could see a blond blur and two darker blurs he assumed were Conan and Kaito from the soft whispers. There was a softer thump somewhere to his left and he suddenly found a heavy weight on his chest as his sister hugged him. "Mika...I love you but get off for the love of god," he gasped out.
Saguru was working on cutting the thick rope around Toichi's wrists while Conan worked on the teen's legs when they heard a door slam upstairs. Everyone froze for a moment before Saguru and Conan stood, moving around Toichi to stand next to Kaito, all three staring at the stairs. There were three clicks as Saguru, Kaito and Conan removed various handguns from their persons and removed the safety.
Footsteps sounded on the stairs and Kaito raised his weapon, focusing on the feet now appearing. Yuki continued his decent, pausing when he was on the last step, staring at the group. Kaito fired, and a card hit Yuki's' head, exploding into a bright pink gas.
As the teenager slumped, Saguru growled, cocking his gun. Kaito frowned at his husband and placed a hand over Saguru's wrist, just as Conan fired, just missing Yuki who fell to the side in his sleep. "Conan!" Kaito said and Conan looked at Kaito, not bothering to apologize.
"He deserves it!" Conan said and Saguru agreed, shaking off Kaito and moving closer to Yuki. Kaito growled and tried to hold his husband back, tripping Conan as the other man tried to get closer, a murderous look in his eyes.
"Stop it!" Mika yelled at the three, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Toichi needs your attention, not him!" she yelled, clutching at her brother who had passed out. The three looked at her, as if remembering just why they wanted to kill the sleeping teenager. Conan slid his gun into his waistband, moving over to the two children, studying the broken and bloody teen before scooping him up into his arms.
--
The soft whooshing sound of the oxygen machine was a soothing sound to Conan as he sat next to Toichi's bed, gently gripping Toichi's hand, trying to avoid the IV stuck into Toichi's wrist. He hadn't known what to expect when he found Toichi, probably concern and worry, but the murderous rage and sheer terror for the teen had taken him by surprise. The moment he first set his eyes on Toichi's battered body, his heart cried out, body desperately wanting to pull Toichi into his arms and re-assure himself that Toichi was alive and going to be okay.
It was confusing, to feel so strongly for this boy he barely knew.
Reaching up, he brushed a lock of Toichi's hair from his face, staring down at the face that looked so much like Kaito's, yet not. "What are you doing to me," he asked softly, studying Toichi's face before leaning down to kiss his forehead softly.
Toichi's eyes fluttered open as Conan pulled back and he stared at the ceiling, before turning his head, blinking at Conan. His hand jerked, trying to raise before the needle gave a sharp pain, indicating moving the hand was a bad idea.
Conan smiled softly, gently rubbing Toichi's hand. "Your parent's are outside, talking with police," he said, thinking that was what caused the look in Toichi's eyes.
Toichi went back to staring at the ceiling before swallowing. "Where's Yuki?" he asked, voice nasal sounding from the breathing tube in his nose.
"In a cell," Conan said, running his fingers through Toichi's hair. "Far away from here."
Toichi nodded, finding the ceiling fascinating. He was turning everything over in his head, trying to make sense of it all. He jumped as Conan's fingers brushed down his cheek and he turned, looking up at the other man, before giving a weak smile. "Do I at least get a kiss, to make all the pain go away?" he teased weakly, earning a smile from Conan.
Conan shook his head before leaning in, and giving Toichi a feather light kiss, only to be startled as Toichi's arm reached up, wrapping around Conan's neck, opening his mouth and deepening the kiss. Conan tried to pull away, but Toichi held him tighter, giving a small whimper. Giving in, Conan opened his mouth and allowed Toichi in, closing his eyes as he indulged in the teen's talented mouth.
Toichi definitely wasn't Kaito, the feel, the taste, even their movements were different, which was to be expected, but it still shocked Conan a bit. His hand gently stroked Toichi's cheek as they kissed, not hearing the door open behind them.
Kaito paused, staring at Conan and Toichi, jealousy burning in his chest as he watched them kiss, torn between anger at Conan molesting his injured son, and anger that Toichi was kissing his Conan. He turned, leaving the room, the door shutting behind him with a click, causing Conan to look up before shrugging and yelping as Toichi pulled him back down.