Author's note: Back again after another pause. Life is a b*tch and always gives you lemons that I'd like to throw back into life's sodding face - but I don't really want to dwell on it here. *harrumph* The only important thing is: The boys are back! Hope you're still with me on this. Please enjoy! (^v^/)/

The first time it had happened was when Shinichi was 14 years old.

He was going to pick up Ran after her Karate training. He didn't do that often because most of the time his own soccer training went on longer than hers because of his teammates playing around while collecting the balls and other training items. So it was mostly Ran that waited for him at the sidelines, so they could go home together. But this time they had finished early.

So he went to the gym and looked through the doors to maybe get a glimpse of Ran practicing some moves. He really liked that a lot, the way she looked when she was totally focused, her body moving like water before pure force was released at anything that was in her way. She was strong and very beautiful at those times. He knew that one reason she always was first out to pick him up was that she didn't want Shinichi to see her that way - sweaty and forceful and screaming and just 'not cute'. So in respect of that, whenever he managed to be the first one ready to go home, she would only ever catch him leaning at the gym wall, his arms crossed behind his head, displaying pure boredom. When in fact he always took a peak at her in secret, deliberately hiding that from her, which made this whole thing even more tempting.

So this time, too, he had secretly stood by the door and looked through the little window. But this time the view he caught had totally mesmerized him. Ran stood there, talking to some other girls with a cute smile, as if someone had just made a joke. Or maybe someone had complimented her skills, because he could see the faintest blush on her cheeks. Her karate-gi had come a little loose and when she bowed to say goodbye to her sensei, who passed the girls, he could see the curve of her neck, her hair falling down her shoulder like silky water. And just before her hair covered it, he could grasp the sight of this one little drop of sweat slowly flowing down her collarbone to her, already at that age, well build chest.

That was the moment he had his very first boner.

Well, not exactly the very first, but definitely the first one he had in public. The first that hit him like a brick-wall. An arousal so unexpected and hot, that he didn't realized it before it was too late to do something about it.

Later that day, Ran had scolded him, how he could go home without her when any other time they went together. He hadn't commented on that. How could he ever have possibly told her what happened? Tell her that the sight of only her smile, her hair und one single sweat droplet had brought him that far?

And now, a little more than three years later, he hid in the toilet to avert his best friend finding out that the simple touch of his fingertips had made him harder than he had ever been in his life. More aroused than ever before.

Of course, it was mainly the drug's fault that Ai had created for him. But that didn't change the fact that it had been Heiji's touch that caused his current state. He tried to tell himself that supposedly anyone's touch at this moment would have had the same effect on him - although there was a little bit of doubt left in him. But thinking was hard right now anyway, so he couldn't be sure.

He needed a solution for this. He could not spend the rest of the evening hiding in the bathroom. So the quickest and supposedly most effective way of sorting this out would be to jerk off. Just the thought of touching himself led to an almost hurtful twitch in his loins. How could he be jerking off while Heiji was waiting outside that door? That was just wrong.

But as options ran short on him, he realized that he should get this over with and move on. He had decided to not use Heiji any more than he already had, even if it wasn't his intention at the time. No more excuses. All of this, especially this, was his problem and his alone, so he would take care of it himself. No need for Heiji to know about it.

He breathed in, washed the last internal objections aside and shoved a hand into his pants. The mere contact to his member was so intense that he instantly had to lean backwards. As the sensation hit all his nerves at the same time, he had a feeling as if he was about to faint for a moment. He stayed perfectly still and waited for it to pass. This couldn't be happening. What on earth did Ai mix together to produce such a strong reaction? But at least, at this rate, it would be over quickly. After he was done, he surely could shake off this strong feeling of lust and would be able return to Heiji without the other noticing anything.

Just finishing that thought and about to start stroking his pulsing member, he heard a light knock at the door.

"Hey, sorry to ask such a question right now, but are ya alright? I'm actually a little worried here."

Shinichi held his breath and tried to calm down. His body had instantly reacted to the voice of Heiji, as if his ears were now also part of his sensitive spots. He gulped a view times, because his mouth had watered and he didn't trust his voice, so he kept quiet. But he also knew, he had to answer Heiji unless he wanted the other to worry even more. Maybe even breaking that door down. He sucked in some air to steady his vocal cords. Come on, just a short 'I'm alright' will do, he thought to himself. Something to make the tanned boy go away from that door... that thin, wooden door, only a few inches that parted him and that gorgeous build man on the other side. He seemed to be unable to control neither his body nor his thoughts as they made his manhood twitch even more in his hand.

"Kudo?" Heiji's voice sounded low, almost hoarse with concern. "Ya coming?"

And on hearing his name from the lips of Heiji, he was.

-'.- - * - -.'-

Heiji felt a little stupid, lingering in front of the bathroom door. Why was he worried? When a bloke ran to a toilet, there normally was an obvious reason for it that needn't to be questioned. He shouldn't be standing here. What was wrong with him? If it was him in there, he would already have given the other a good shout. Maybe the total silence was what perturbed him so much. The short bit of conversation between Shinichi and Ai he had overheard earlier came to his mind. Was Shinichi transforming back? No, that surely wasn't the case. Why should the pale boy try to hide that from him, when the outcome would be all too obvious to miss? Chances still were that Heiji was just making a fool out of himself right now.

But somehow, he still couldn't let it go. "Kudo? Ya coming?"

And just as he thought what a ridiculously stupid question that was, he heard something. He concentrated but no other sound was audible. It had sounded like something between a groan and a scream but too short and too quiet for Heiji to be sure.

"Kudo? Hey, Kudo!"

"I'm... alright... Hattori..."

Finally. Shinichi's voice was faint but he didn't sound as if he was in pain.

"Uhm, okay. Sorry, Kudo, I'll leave ya in peace."

Heiji abruptly turned around and went back to the living room. He sat down on the couch and took a long sip of his beer. "What the heck is wrong with ya, man?" he whispered to himself. It seemed as if he was still a little on edge. He needed to stop. No more of this flustered behaviour. Just some talking and laughing and then a good night's sleep. Surely that would fix his state.

He heard the bathroom door open and tried to display a relaxed pose. No need of raising the embarrassment level even more.

"Sorry for making you wait, Hattori." Shinichi came to the living room, smiling a little. He didn't look into Heiji's direction. He spotted his can of beer on the kitchen counter and went straight there to fetch it.

"Kudo?"

Shinichi heard the concern in Heiji's voice. He took his beer, returned to the living room and sat down in the armchair, still avoiding Heiji's gaze.

"Maybe there was something I didn't digest very well. If I had to guess, my bet would be on those horrible eggs." He laughed. It sounded passable. At least he hoped so.

"Kudo, what's wrong?"

Shinichi realized the tanned detective was about to stand up and come his way. He pulled himself together, leaned back and smiled at him. With an embarrassed face he waved his hand dismissingly. "No, honestly, I'm fine. Come on now, don't ask me for the details." He grinned.

Heiji kept silent. He stared at him, obviously to find out if he was telling the truth. Shinichi looked down at his can, afraid of what Heiji's eyes might be able to detect. Was his face still blushed although he had splashed it with cold water? Could he see the signs of his 'relieve' in his posture? His passed arousal? His feeling of shame?

Finally, Heiji leaned back again and nodded. "Well, if ya say so..."

"Are you Osakan's always so motherly?" Shinichi laughed a little. For one, trying to kill the tension in the room but mainly to change the subject.

"Well, I never met a man nearly dying of an egg," Heiji answered grinning. "Maybe ya got the poisoned one yourself instead of me. I knew there was something odd. You preparing me breakfast had to be part of some evil plan."

Heiji did not only joke along but also dismissed the real reason for inviting him and making him breakfast. The detective of the east was astounded and also a little touched how forgiving the boy in front of him was. The sense of guilt and embarrassment, caused by him coming just mere minutes ago only because of Heiji saying his name, grew even more within him. It was the drugs' fault, he told himself over and over again in his head.

"Shoot, and I just wondered why you're still on your feet. I have to mark the plates next time," he finally answered, sticking his tongue out at Heiji.

"Just give it up, ya will never succeed" the other countered, grinning cheerfully and drank the rest of his beer. "In fact, I detected your scheme beforehand and switched the plates."

Shinichi also finished his beer and collected Heiji's empty can from the table. "So next time I need a double bluff, it seems. Want another?" He held up the cans in his hand to clarify his question's aim.

"Well, ya better make it a triple bluff or ya will end up in the loo again. Or ya admit ya defeat and at least don't poison my beer. Would be a shame anyway."

Shinichi chuckled on his way to the kitchen. "And if I was to use a non-lethal one? There are all kinds of drugs you can have fun with."

He opened the refrigerator and at the same time wanted to slap his own face. That was a stupid comment. He still hadn't fully recovered from before. It appeared to be harder than he had thought to get his mind off that topic. He somehow still felt his skin tingle. Just his name. Just his own name coming from the lips of this unknowing boy had been enough to make him come. He hadn't done anything himself at the time, hadn't moved a single muscle and yet...

"And what drug are ya thinking of?"

Shinichi dropped the cans he had taken out of the fridge in surprise. Heiji now stood right behind him. He hadn't heard him coming. With a startled apology, Heiji bent down to collected the cans that were rolling in front of them. Shinichi also reached for them but as their hands nearly touched, he jerked back a little and stood up straight again. The tanned one looked up to him.

"Sure ya alright?"

"LSD!"

Heiji blinked with risen brows. "...What?"

"That's a drug you can have fun with... maybe?"

Heiji blinked again, confused. Shinichi just grinned at him, rubbing his neck with one hand. He felt very tense again and hoped his body would not betray him like it did earlier.

"Okaaay" Heiji said tilting his head to one side. "But no, thanks. I never drink my beer with hallucinogens. Ruins the taste, ya know." Grinning, he held out one of the cans to Shinichi. Said one took it from him with the upmost care to not let their hands touch and without letting Heiji realize it.

"Then the lethal poison it is" Shinichi joked, shrugging his shoulders, as he tapped his can to prevent its contents from splashing around when opened after it had been shaken quite a bit. Heiji did the same.

"I already switched the cans" The Osakan grinned mischievously and winked at the other. Then he turned around and went back to the living room.

Shinichi didn't follow him at once, as a hot sensation crawled up his neck and down his loins. No, he wouldn't be affected any more tonight. The drug would wear off soon. Until then he had to sit it out without any more 'bathroom episodes'.

He finally followed Heiji, who was already on the couch again and had opened his beer. As Shinichi passed him, the slightly taller one held up his can. "Kanpai!" Shinichi also opened his can. Before their drinks could meet, the tanned one asked: "Should we make a toast? It almost seems to me that every beer we drink has to start with a toast, don't ya think?"

Shinichi chuckled at that question. "So it's already a tradition?"

Heiji shrugged his shoulders, grinning. "Sort of. At least we could make it one."

"In that case, we're already one toast short."

"Okay, then let's say the last one was to ya and this one's to me."

"Agreed." They clicked the cans and drank.

When Shinichi sat back down on his seat, he saw that Heiji was still drinking as if he was planning on downing the whole can in one go. "You're rather thirsty?" he asked a little surprised.

Heiji stopped drinking and let out a long, pleasured sigh. A drop of beer ran down from his lips to his chin. "Aaah, I just wanted to get ahead of ya. I'm pretty sure I can handle more of it than ya'self." He laughed.

Shinichi just stared. Somehow the little droplet fascinated him. He couldn't take his eyes off of it, as it lingered some seconds at the tanned jawbone and then slowly started running down the neck. "Kudo? What are ya staring at?" Heiji wiped the drop away with his hand.

Shinichi heard the blood rushing in his ears and had to tear his eyes off the other's neck. "Well, I... don't think this has to be a drinking contest. But for the record: I doubt your claim!" He now also took a long sip of his beer. He would absolutely not stare at the hickey that the wiping had brought to light, he told himself. Absolutely not.

"Is there something?" Heiji again wiped over his neck.

Shoot, he did stare. "Hickey" Shinichi stated and regretted it the same moment the word left his mouth. It was as if not only he wasn't able to control the reactions of his body anymore but also was unable to restrain his tongue. His face felt hot and he tried not to think about how red it had to be right now.

"Oh... well..." Heiji held his hand over the spot where the hickey was. He laughed a little in discomfort. "Yeah... must have bumped into something."

That was obviously a lame try to not bring up the subject of the true origin of this little bruise but that made the pale one think about it even more. He instantly remembered when he had kissed and sucked this spot while he had been preparing the other to...

Shinichi abruptly bent forward in his seat and startled his guest with his sudden movement. Before Heiji could say anything, the other stood up, sat his beer on the table and quickly went for the door. "Sorry, I need to go to the bathroom again. Don't worry. There's more beer in the fridge if you want." The last part he shouted a little louder because he had already left the room.

The one left behind sat there in confusion. Something was definitely strange about the eastern detective this evening.

-'.- - * - -.'-

Ai had just finished altering her analysis code to include the new parameters she had added when her phone began to ring. She started the program and then looked at it, not surprised whose number was displayed. She grinned as she answered the call.

"Hello!"

"Honestly, Haibara, if I've ever thought about murdering someone in my life, it's right now."

Ai wasn't taken off-guard by his outburst because she had already expected something of this sort, so she chuckled. "And the victim would be me, no doubt."

"What were you thinking?"

"Me? I was just pondering about what the professor and I should have for dinner..."

An irritated huff came through the line. Or maybe rather a muffled groan, Ai thought to herself, grinning. "You know very well what I mean, Haibara."

"Ah, could you be asking about the drug by any means? Well, in that regard, I thought about how to access the possibility of maintaining your state, of course. As wished by you, I might add." Ai had instantly taken a liking to this conversation. She already had assumed this drug would lead to a lot of fun. At least for her.

"Yeah, but what you mixed here is... nothing less than the sodding mother of love potions!" Shinichi growled, sounding short of breath.

"Oh, is it that good? I should think about selling it online then. Could make me a fortune that way," she mumbled seemingly to herself.

"You're really joking around at a time like this?"

"Kudo-kun, you asked me to create a drug as a substitute for intercourse, which means a drug to bring your body to a point, or rather into a state, where it reacts as if it actually was having sex. So what did you expect?"

Shinichi was silent. There was no answer to that. She was right. And he had known that even before he made the call. But in his frustration he had dialled her number anyway.

"So, what did Hattori-kun say? He wasn't upset, was he? I'm sure he understands." She carefully hid her amusement to not let it shine through her voice, although it was clear to both of them, that she enjoyed herself.

"Of course he doesn't know... I didn't tell him that... I could never... gosh!" Being aroused and angry at the same time was new for him. He couldn't cope very well.

Ai grinned widely. "Ah, you don't say..."

"Don't mock me!"

"Would you like it better, if I teased you?" She stretched the verb on purpose.

"Haibara..." He stretched her name, too, with a warning in his voice.

"What do you expect me to do, Kudo-kun? Shall I come over and... give you a hand?"

Shinichi let out a short curse and hung up.

Ai looked at the phone and then put it aside, still grinning. "Thought so. Not when there are better options at hand."

-'.- - * - -.'-

Professor Agasa turned around in the kitchen, startled. He could have sworn that he just heard Ai-kun laugh in a high pitched, evil, almost devilish manner that made his neck hair stand on end. He surely must have imagined it.

-'.- - * - -.'-

Heiji sat in his room, thinking. When Shinichi had finally returned to the living room after being absent for at least twenty minutes, he had stated he was sorry but didn't feel very well and would go to bed. He had seemed honestly down about it and looked rather flustered so Heiji had hurried to assure him, that it was no problem and he would also go to sleep, as he had been up since very early today. Shinichi had apologized once more and taken his leave almost immediately. The osakan had thought about following him to ask what was wrong, but decided not to press him, since the pale one apparently didn't want to talk about it. Heiji had finished his beer and went to his room after taking the cans to the kitchen.

Something was off. Somehow he doubted the reason for Shinichi's early leave to be the result of a badly cooked egg. It didn't add up. And on top of that, his whole behaviour had been most suspicious for quite some time. When had it started? Sure, they had found themselves in a rather odd situation given the events of the day but still... The detective in him told him that something smelled fishy here.

-'.- - * - -.'-

Shinichi tried his hardest not to make a sound. He knew Heiji could be right next door and he absolutely didn't want him to hear what he was doing right now. In which kind of state he was in.

He stood in the shower, letting a rather freezing stream of water pour down on him but with little result. Although his skin felt cold and he had started shivering by now, it did almost nothing to soothe his arching crotch. No matter how much he tried to think about something normal, something innocent, his mind always wandered back to very impure thoughts. Of him biting the neck, caressing the nipples, licking over the hipbones of... No, he had to stop this. Now!

Just one more time, he thought. Just one more time would surely be enough to stop this madness his body was demanding. How could this stupid drug be so god damn potent? At this moment he was sure, Ai had purposefully made it that strong. She had an evil side - he had seen it. That mad scientist! He would strangle her.

Another shiver shook his body as he moved his hand up and down his swollen member without him actually ordering it to do so. He couldn't resist any longer. He bit his lip to suppress a moan that was about to escape his mouth but the light pain instantly send a picture of Heiji to his mind, pinning him to the wall of his bedroom, holding his hands above his head, biting his lip passionately, overcome by desire. Blushed cheeks, under dark, dilated, green eyes which seemed to stare right into his core.

I can't hold back any longer, Kudo!

"Ah... stop..." Shinichi whispered, not knowing anymore if he talked to the illusion or himself.

I need you...

"God... Hattori, please... don't..." He needed to stop thinking about his friend. That was just wrong. Unconsciously he touched his nipples.

I want you... Shinichi...

Before he finally collapsed against the shower wall, the pale detective came with a loud moan.

-'.- - * - -.'-

Ai was shutting down her computer for the day when she heard the doorbell. As she took off her lab coat and hung it over her chair, she wondered who it could be at this late time of day. Maybe a friend of the professor, coming for a short visit? If that was the case it meant it would be on her to prepare dinner. She sighed. It had been a tough day inventing the 'love potion', as Shinichi had called it, and running her analyses multiple times again, so she had hoped for the opportunity to relax for the rest of the evening and go to bed early.

She stretched after turning out all of her machines and was ready to face the unavoidable when she suddenly heard someone coming down the stairs to her lab. The steps sounded unfamiliar and she knew instantly that they did neither belong to the professor nor Shinichi. Who could it be? Whom would Professor Agasa let down to her lab? She froze to the spot, suddenly feeling anxiety creeping up her spine.

But although she didn't know whom to expect, she grinned when she finally saw her guest and thought amused: "I should have seen that coming. This will be fun."

"Sorry for my disturbance. Can I come in?"

Ai sat down on her lab chair again and pointed invitingly to another seat nearby.

"Oh, you don't disturb me at all. Please come in and take a seat." She waited for him to sit down and snickered quietly before she smiled at her seemingly nervous guest. "Well then, tell me what brought you to me, Hattori-kun."

Beta-Reader: Tojatic - Thank you for always throwing lemons with me. XD

I really don't know why, but I realised that whenever I write a scene with Ai, she turns out kind of fiendish. I know she's not really that mean in the original work but somehow I just love her being evil and playful. I have very much fun writing her that way. ψ(｀∇´)ψ

TOJATIC: The author is writing herself. (He really typed that himself!)

I hope you had fun, too! As it's widely known that if you spread the fun, it doubles, please leave some of it in a review. ( ^‿^)~✿
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