Disclaimer: Interestingly enough, not mine.

To Susie, for emailing me with current news—even though I don't read it.

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The door swung open. Kaito squinted in the bright light, just managing to make out Akako's smirk before a body stumbled into him.

The door slammed shut. The lock clicked.

"Wha?" Hakuba stirred, an elbow poking Kaito in the stomach. He shifted it to the side absently.

Well, this was interesting. Long limbs tangled with his, warm breath on his cheek, semi-conscious moan in his ear—

Wait. Semi-conscious? Well, that part was no good.

Still, Kaito thought as he set about waking Hakuba up. This was okay. He could work with this.

After all, it wasn't every day that a treasure literally fell into your lap.

And he wasn't a phantom thief for nothing.

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"Will you stop that!" Hakuba snapped, trying to move away. And lost his balance, landing on top of Kaito.

Again.

"Just—just hold still for a second, okay?" Kaito ground out, pushing at Hakuba ineffectually. "You're only making it worse."

Hakuba carefully held himself motionless as Kaito rearranged them. They ended up sitting side by side in the small closet, shoulders and arms and legs pressed together.

Hakuba blinked. How had Kaito done that?

Oh, yeah. Phantom thief, and all that.

...which was why they were locked in a closet.

Right.

"So, how'd you end up here?" Hakuba's voice was loud in the small space. He winced.

"Aoko. You?"

"Akako."

"Ah."

Hakuba sighed. "Bloody hell."

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"Why have you been avoiding me?"

"What?"

Kaito tried again. "You've been avoiding me lately. Why?"

"I haven't been avoiding you!"

Um. Defensive much? "You're doing it right now," Kaito felt obliged to point out.

"Oh." Hakuba stopped leaning away from Kaito, slowly letting his shoulder brush Kaito's again. "Sorry."

"I don't bite, you know." At Hakuba's startled jump he grinned. "Much."

Then—wait. "Are you blushing?"

"No."

"You are blushing!"

"Am not." The blush only grew deeper.

"Ha!" Kaito could feel a silly grin forming on his face. Akako had been right. He'd have to make sure to thank her. "You like me."

"I do not."

"Then why are you blushing?"

Silence.

"Look," Kaito tried, "why are you fighting it? Am I really so awful?"

"No!" That'd probably come out more forcefully than Hakuba had intended. Kaito carefully did not smirk. "It's just... well, for one, you steal."

"Hakuba," Kaito drawled with exaggerated patience, "let's just for one moment ignore the fact that you persist in thinking I'm Kaitou Kid. Not that I am," he added hastily, "which is really besides the point. Now. What exactly is the problem?"

"Well..." Hakuba trailed off uncertainly. Then: "you're a guy?"

"So?" Kaito rolled his eyes—not like Hakuba could appreciate the gesture in the dark. "I like you and you like me. And the problem is?"

"I'm not gay," Hakuba snapped.

"Neither am I. So?"

Hakuba floundered, obviously lost. Kaito waited, sure that Hakuba would work it out.

Actually—"you're not going to forget this in the morning, are you?"

"I'm not that drunk," Hakuba scowled. "You're such a tease. Leading me on, then insinuating that I'll forget all about it. In fact," and his eyes lit up in a way that made Kaito shift uncomfortably, "I think I'll take you up on that offer."

"Eh?" I did not just squeak, Kaito thought frantically.

"I'm drunk, right? And we're locked in a closet. In fact," he leaned closer, and Kaito's breath caught, "if I didn't know better, I'd say you were trying to seduce me."

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"Wait," Kaito gasped, pulling away. He reached behind himself and fiddled with the doorknob. "Now no one will interrupt."

"You..." Hakuba gaped at him. "If you could get out whenever you wanted, why on Earth did you pretend otherwise?"

Kaito's smirk was barely visible in the faint light. "Aoko bribed me."

"She bribed you? With what?"

He leaned forward, breath ghosting over Hakuba's ear. "She promised to lock me in a small space with you while drunk." Hakuba shivered. "How could I resist?"

Well, then. Hakuba gave a mental shrug and gave up. There didn't seem to be any point in fighting it.

He turned his head, leaned forward slightly, and kissed Kaito.

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Warm.

Soft.

Hmmm...

Kaito cast about for a bit of control—any bit would do—and came up empty. So he pulled Hakuba closer instead.

Oh. That was nice.

Hands tangled in his hair.

Not moving for a good long while was an excellent idea, Kaito decided firmly. A really, really excellent idea.

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"Do you think they're okay in there?" Aoko peered worriedly in the direction of the closet. "It's so quiet..."

Akako laughed at her. "Trust me, quiet is good. Besides, do you hear any screaming?"

"Right." Aoko gave the closet one last look before turning away. "How'd you get Hakuba in there?"

"I got him drunk. Maybe a bit too drunk, but I figured it couldn't hurt." Then again, Hakuba had had quite a few. Akako frowned thoughtfully. "I hope he doesn't forget this in the morning."

"Hakuba forget something? You've got to be kidding."

"True." At the doorway Akako paused, curious. "How'd you get Kaito to stay in there, anyway?"

"Well, he didn't like the idea, but then I pointed out that he'd be in a small, dark space with Hakuba. Who just happens to be drunk." Aoko's lips twitched as Akako regarded her with admiration. "It didn't take much after that. Simple, really."

"Remind me to never get on your bad side."

"I've been avoiding yours for years."

Akako gestured grandly. "Well, my accomplice in crime, shall we go celebrate?"

"After you, mastermind." Aoko's gesture was equally grand.

Laughing, they walked through the doorway together.