The hardest part about living with an international jewel thief was the hours. Kaito's seemingly unpredictable hours actually were neatly timed and parceled out, estimated to the second and executed perfectly. The degree to which Kaito could bend reality and time itself so things fell seamlessly into his plans worried Shinichi.

But Kaito's having a reliable schedule didn't mean that Shinichi's fell into line, much to the thief's displeasure. It was only on the rare occasion that they both had free time at the same time, and they weren't just communicating by phone, email, and notes pinned to the fridge. They tended to take advantage of their time together, Kaito's near-supernatural abilities carving out hours and days at a time for their pleasure. But Shinichi's luck had proven to be the more unpredictable of the two. So instead of Shinichi being home to enjoy Kaito's marathon planning session, he crept home later in the night, well after Kaito had already gone to bed.

The nicest thing about living with an international jewel thief was that you began to pick up their habits, which had the bonus of making his life easier. He could creep down streets unseen, read lips better than he could read faces, and read faces like he could read books. It was ridiculously simple to enter his own house and avoid all of the pitfalls and traps Kaito left behind for the unsuspecting but determined to invade their home.

He walked through his house on cat quiet feet, divesting himself of his shoes and coat at the door. There was evidence of Kaito scattered throughout the rooms Shinichi passed, a cape spread over the couch, stacks of books on the desk in the library, dishes along the counter in the kitchen.

But there was only one place Kaito would be right now.

Shinichi's parents' room would always be theirs, but Kaito had taken over Shinichi's room, and some home renovation that had honestly surprised him later, it was hard to say which one had been the true master bedroom to an unfamiliar eye. The new master bedroom was then granted a king-sized bed, a four-poster with curtains that Kaito insisted were necessary.

He stopped in the doorway, lips curling at the clothes tossed on the ground between the doorway and the bed. The curtains were drawn, deep blue and of a heavy material that blocked out all light within the bed. Necessary, Shinichi remembered, because Kaito's perfect schedule didn't make allowances for the normal passage of the days.

He dropped his own clothes to the ground, certain that in the morning it would all be cleaned up and in a hamper, because he could count on Kaito for those things. He slipped in through the curtains, blinking quickly to get used to the absolute dark within the bed.

He oriented himself using Kaito's deep and steady breaths, crawling forward until he could lay within arm's reach.

Faster than he could process, he was on his back, wrists held in one hand over his head and a razor-tipped card pressed to his throat. Kaito didn't move and Shinichi held his breath.

Then Kaito was sprawled over the top of him, humming and muttering nonsense into his throat. Shinichi used his newly freed hands to smooth up and down Kaito's back, reassuring the thief without words. Kaito's mouth found purchase, and he was sucking marks into Shinichi's neck.

"Shinichi," Kaito mumbled, voice slurry with sleep. He navigated the absolute darkness effortlessly, nipping kisses on Shinichi's lips. Shinichi relaxed under the assault, getting a grip around Kaito's waist and rolling them to the side. "Missed you."

"Go to sleep," Shinichi whispered back, pulling away from the biting kisses. Kaito groaned and wiggled his arms around Shinichi, rolling until he was on his back with Shinichi draped over him.

It was easier to fall asleep with Kaito's chest under his cheek, listening to his heartbeat, than it would have been to protest. The thief dropped kisses on Shinichi's hair, lips hovering in place as he finally sank into deep sleep.