Gear

Shinichi stared blankly at the articles of clothing in his hands, an expression of resigned horror passing over his face. "This is…"

"Yes. That is," replied Kaito. Shinichi looked up from the garments and met the grinning magician's eyes, fairly certain his face was about three shades of white.

"I can't be seen wearing this," the detective managed after a long pause. He swallowed hard. "I have a reputation, you know."

"It'll be just you and me," purred Kaito reassuringly, tracing over Shinichi's clenched jaw with light fingertips. "Just you and me, here at home."

Shinichi almost laughed, quickly diving in and kissing Kaito before the magician could react. "Wow, this suddenly feels much kinkier when you put it that way."

Kaito, who had flushed at Shinichi's surprise kiss, blanched as he realized what Shinichi thought he meant. "I wasn't even thinking about that before." He blinked. "That would be really kinky."

"Right?" Shinichi smirked before returning his gaze to the garments. "Well… I guess I could wear this. But not out!" he added hurriedly as Kaito's face lit up.

"We already went over this, didn't we? Just you and me," he reminded, rolling his eyes as he watched Shinichi sweep his shirt off over his head. "Although I personally wouldn't mind going out. You'd look… delicious."

"Please choose a less awkward adjective, please," Shinichi grumbled as he pulled on the garments. "This is already embarrassing enough for me as is. If we went out, people would most definitely talk." He started on his belt buckle. "God this is awkward."

"I could help you, if you'd like?" Kaito offered, not balking underneath the glare Shinichi shot him.

"Do not help me with this. That's just… ugh," Shinichi demanded, shuddering as he pulled off his pants.

Smirking, Kaito sat down on the bed behind him, watching as Shinichi swore and worked at the fabric attached to his right shoulder. "That's fine with me. I'll just watch your striptease."

"Shut up," Shinichi commanded, tossing another glare over his shoulder. Finally done struggling into the gear, he pulled out an object from one of the pockets of the clothing and stared at it. "How do you…?"

"It goes on your face. Surely you know that," Kaito rolled his eyes, but beamed nonetheless. "I could help you with it, if you like."

"I'll pass." Shinichi placed the object gingerly onto his face, scrunching his brow, and turned hesitantly around to await Kaito's response. "So?"

Kaito's breath caught in his throat at the sight of Shinichi in the Kid outfit, eyes glittering behind the monocle and the cape falling smoothly behind him.

Damn.

He crossed the room to take the top hat from where Shinichi clutched it awkwardly with gloved hands. "You know," he remarked pensively as he placed it on top of Shinichi's head, "I'm thinking that kinky might be good right now."

Shinichi laughed as he gathered Kaito up in his arms. "I think so too."

I actually had no idea where I was going with this when I started writing it. It just wrote itself. Like very unfortunate magic.