Pairing(s): KaiShin?
Characters: Kudou Shinichi, Kaitou Kid, Hakuba Saguru
Rating: K
Warnings: Crack. Pure crack.
A/N: This drabble is for Nena. And she knows why. :P
Crystal Pipe Dream
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A large cloud of smoke slowly billowed outward and up. The lights had dimmed down to the perfect dramatic setting. At every window the curtains fluttered inward, though Shinichi wasn't sure how Kid had managed that one. A figure was in the smoke, slowly becoming more visible as his silhouette gained detail.
Sucking in a breath Shinichi got ready to call the thief's name. "Ki–" Shinichi's voice was strangled off in a fit of coughing as he choked on his own saliva. He brought his hand up, and thumped his own chest to try and restart his lungs.
Somewhere, behind him, he heard a great crash. Considering Hakuba was the only one who had been right behind him, Shinichi was pretty sure he'd just gone down. If he'd looked back he'd have found that the other detective had tripped over his own feet and facevaulted right into the pristine parquet flooring.
But, no, Shinichi couldn't tear his eyes off of Kid, because Kid was... Well...
Kid was wearing a fluffy white poet's shirt, the neckline of which dipped absurdly low, allowing a great deal of pale, defined flesh from sternum toward his waist to be perused. At his waist a deep wine red cummerbund was wound to delineate his top from the skin tight dark gray breeches he was sporting. And, when Shinichi said tight, he meant it. They left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and formed, almost lovingly, to.. to...
He stared, brain short circuiting with an almost audible click.
Apparently Kid was worried about Shinichi's lack of response– The dear detective was merely standing there staring, slack jawed. –as he propped a dark, leather gloved fist on his hip, and shifted his weight to rest on one leg. "What's the matter Precious Tantei? Don't you appreciate the change in costume? I thought it would be nice to... spice things up a bit."
Shinichi forcibly dragged his attention back up, taking absent minded note of the polished black boots Kid was wearing, and not so absent note of the way his tight (very, very tight) pants conformed to every little shift and nuance of his movement, to gawk at Kid's face.
Which gave him even more pause, because Kid had eye shadow and glitter that he could see despite the top hat he still wore. Of course, he still had his monocle on, but Shinichi had no doubt Kid had done the other eye just the same.
And he was juggling three crystal spheres in his other hand.
What the hell?
As Shinichi's brain began to churn back into working order, and he gave a little croak, he tried to decide whether to be horrified – Like the gurgling Hakuba behind him –or vastly amused.
Well, that, and he was a little turned on. (Tight pants. Really, really, reallytight pants.)
Kid pouted, gathered his cape, far thicker and more ornate than usual, and gave it a swirl. The next thing Shinichi knew he was in a poofy silvery ballroom gown, with Kid's arm wrapped firmly around his waist, and the thief disconcertingly close.
"I can give you all your dreams and desires," Kid leered at him.
"You have no power over me," Shinichi deadpanned in reply.
"Wanna bet?" Kid cooed.