You gotta love a good Hakuba/Kaito ficlit!
Kid was trapped—but it wouldn't stay that way for long.
Admittedly, Hakuba had a fever, so he might not have been thinking straight, but when he cornered the Kaitou he did the first thing that came to mind to keep him there.
The policemen around him gasped, their eyes growing as round as dinner plates.
1412's eyes flew open with shock, and he stared in amazement at the blond detective who stood in front of him, his eyes closed.
Slowly he fell into the harshness, and allowed himself to moan, mouth opening slightly and eyes half-lidded in a hazy lust.
With a flourish, the British detective slipped his tongue in the other boy's mouth, nimble fingers moving southward across the white clad boy's chest and stomach.
Kaitou Kid's formally lust filled eyes flew open when he felt the boy's hand move a bit to low for comfort, and suddenly, with an unnecessary force, pushed Hakuba away from him.
The green eyed boy fell to the floor, fever dulling his senses to a point where he only registered he was falling when it was too late to stop the fall.
"Ah!" He moaned pitifully, evidence of fever now spreading across his cheeks in a vibrant red.
The phantom thief looked at Hakuba, panting, before throwing down a smoke bomb and disappearing in a flourish of pink smoke, glitter, and confetti.
From his position on the ground, Hakuba raised his hands triumphantly.
"I got the jewels!" He crowed, ruby held tightly in his right hand, nothing in the hand which had been moving steadily southward down the Kaitou's chest.
The officers looked at each other. One thought was running through all of their minds: Kaitou Kid had only been after one jewel. The jewel Hakuba held tightly in his hand.
Hakuba Saguru had felt up the Kid.
