-FIRSTS-
Disclaimer: The works of Detective Conan and Magic Kaito belongs to Gosho Aoyama-sensei.
Warning: KaiShin relationship.
Warning II: Suggestions of MATURE CONTENT!
First Sickness
"Please tell me you managed something out of the ordeal." Kaito pleaded as he returned to their apartment to find Shinichi exiting from behind the wall-like bookcase. He did not bother to muffle his steps, letting it drag along the ground noisily to demonstrate his tiredness of the whole ordeal.
"I have names and a bank account. That's something isn't it?" He motioned towards the two innocent pieces of paper lying on the table, a small smile playing on his lips to see the magician letting nearly all his guard down and exposing himself to the detective.
"What about that man? The one trying to hit on you?" Kaito deposited a small black bag, which appeared out of nowhere, next to one of the dining chairs, letting out a distinct clack and clink that suggests the bag contained more than just the normal disguise and clothes. Shinichi gave the bag a weary leer, arching his brows with a question on his lips.
"You mean the one you drugged to the effect that he had to be carried out by his bodyguards?" That was the only reason the detective could think of as a reason for objects that would make a sound, possibly several bottles of home-made remedy that Kaito likes to cook up every now and then in their kitchen.
"I resent that," Kaito huffed, "the man just couldn't hold his liquor. I've done nothing of that sort." He crossed his arms, closed his eyes and turned his head just a fraction to show his defiance to such a statement, pointedly not looking at Shinichi while sporting a pout on his lips.
"Sure, giving him a spiked house special for free isn't drugging." Shinichi raised the towel draping on his neck to scrub some more of the makeup out of his face. Kaito had to turn back when his detective became silent, just in time to see a red-faced Shinichi with specks of makeup still remaining on his face. Biting back a laugh at the strange sight, Kaito tries to stay still and fight the urge to rush over to help his detective. He had to keep up his act after all.
"I gave you the exact same thing. There's no evidence that I drugged him. Even the bodyguards did not suspect me so you have no proof." Now Kaito was just being childish, arguing for the sake of arguing. But that was because he enjoyed these nonsensical arguments with his detective.
"Keep telling yourself that." Letting the towel fall back across his shoulders, Shinichi walked over to the table with the papers. "I really do hope we can get something out of this. I don't want a repeat." He shuddered, remembering the effort both parties took to try and seduce him. He had tried to scrub away the chill of lingering from when the woman touched him and when the man offered his hand, but regardless of how hot the water was, the chill is still there. He wondered whether he should jump at his magician and wrap himself around Kaito to leech off the warmth, but then he would have to suffer through Kaito's teasing at his forwardness and eagerness. Possibly along the lines of 'what an impatient princess' or something equally humiliating. Shinichi was internally glad when his magician seemed to have read his thoughts and began walking towards him.
"Neither do I." Kaito hugged Shinichi from behind, still smelling like a bar. It was a different kind of pain as he watched his detective being seduced. How he wanted to do something but knowing anything he did, should he act on his impulse, would be detrimental towards their investigation. Never would Kaito have thought undercover work was so...limiting. He always had more freedom when he went undercover for his heists. But at least, after Kaito was sure they had the information, he was able to leave a memorable impression on those two who hit on his detective. The man had a sudden bout of nausea, in Kaito's opinion it was because he drank too much, before collapsing in a heap on the ground and promptly falling asleep. As a bartender, it was in his job description to help out the poor man and with the aid of the bodyguards, they managed to set the man back into a car (Kaito had managed to clumsily bang the man's legs on several pieces of furniture and the unfortunate leg of the woman's seat at the bar counter, causing her to nearly fall and bang her head on the hardwood counter surface). That was not before Kaito left a bit of a souvenir that would only come into effect after an hour. The man would find himself with the giggles for at least an hour after waking up, and then the itchies the moment he stepped out of the shower. The woman, Kaito was not as mean seeing as he was supposed to be a gentleman after all. The woman had to suffer through several wardrobe malfunctions the moment she walked out of the bar, making her look slightly ditzy as she left. After all, she had quite a few drinks so it was not so surprising she tripped over several chair legs, broken her heels, and had her dress ripped on the protruding hook that was used to secure the curtains by the door. The dress looked quite expensive in Kaito's professional eye, and would be costly to fix.
"You stink. Go wash up." Shinichi pushed Kaito away, to which he tries to look hurt by the action.
"You don't love me anymore~" Kaito whined, though obediently heading over to the bathroom.
Coming back out, smelling fresh of soap, Kaito's eyes were quickly drawn to the sleeping detective in the bed. He reached out, brushing away the midnight bangs and wanting to do something more. But he knew Shinichi had not been sleeping well for a while, due to the stress and paranoia that seems to be plaguing the both of the for the past week or so, and knew better than to disturb the calm facade. Tucking the covers closer towards his detective, Kaito opted to spend a few more hours away from the bed. He was still too keyed up from the evening, it had been some time since he had to be so focused on his task. Unlike heists, where he had full reins on everything that happened around him, tonight was pretty much left up to chance (and up to his detective to an extent). Kaito had very little control over the situation. In heists, even when confronted with difficulties (problems, malfunctions, meddling police, badly clothed individuals, and anything that could go wrong at the worst possible moment as per Murphy's Law), he could easily improvise and use his slight-of-hand to escape. However, tonight was extremely different as he acted as support rather than in the limelight like KID was. Tonight, he was only Kuroba Kaito, in a shady bar, taking the role of a bartender and silently watching his detective boyfriend do his magic. Tonight he was forced to take the backseat, to only observe (to an extent) and hope for the best outcome possible. Though it was not without compensation for it was also tonight where he saw Shinichi in his element, drawing people and information out with words alone instead of snooping around for scraps of evidence. It was somewhat attractive to see his detective trying hard to act a part but often forgetting his character. Kaito was, at least, grateful that none of their targets noticed the poor acting on Shinichi's part.
One of his dove cooed from the sofa back, Kaito never noticed how one actually flew to keep him company.
"Is something wrong?" He gave the bird a belly rub, who returned with what Kaito could equivalent to a purr in a cat. But there was another sound inside the room, a small shuffling sound from cloth rubbing against each other. Glancing about, Kaito could not spot anything out of the ordinary. He made the action to check the locks on the windows and door again just in case. Though on the way, passing by their sleeping area, he heard the sound to be coming from Shinichi. It was accompanied with a soft whimper and breath hitching.
"Shh. Everything's fine." He whispered into Shinichi's ear as he placed a gentle kiss on the temple, hoping to soothe whatever nightmare his detective was having. It was strange, Kaito had thought there was nothing tonight that could trigger a nightmare.
Instead of opening his eyes, Shinichi whimpered some more as he leaned towards the touch. It didn't sound much like a nightmare though as a gasp broke from Shinichi's lips.
"Shinichi..." Kaito had to wonder if his detective was actually awake.
There was another harsh intake of air as Shinichi leaned in further towards Kaito, curling himself to Kaito's side, who was just sitting on the edge of the bed. Kaito let his hand roamed down towards the shoulders, preparing to shake his detective awake just in case. But instead of shivers and shudders, his hands felt a familiar tension coursing through his detective's body. Not being able to resist the call of Siren, Kaito leaned in and captured the cherry lips just as Shinichi was about to let out another gasp, devouring the sound like a hungry man. It instantly woke Shinichi up when the soft appendage made contact.
Shinichi let out a muffled sound, a startled sound that was akin to calling Kaito by name, but Kaito did not stop his assault. His tongue lapped around the moist cavern, tasting the minty toothpaste still lingering inside the mouth. He nipped at the bottom lips, drawing out yet another wonderful sound. Kaito felt Shinichi trying to hold on to coherent thought but ultimately failing and succumbing to baser instincts. He felt a leg wrapping itself around him as the body beneath him shuddered imperceptibly, felt himself moving to hover over his detective, felt hands (not sure whose hands) on skin (not sure whose body). When he broke contact, cerulean eyes stared back at him with traces of annoyance and lust.
"What brought that on?" Shinichi was still panting, as though struggling to breath. Kaito eased off his detective to sit back on the side.
"You were making such noises…" brushing aside the sweat soaked bangs Kaito paused mid action and eyes widened. His detective was too sweaty, and Kaito felt something was definitely not right. He reached over to the lamp by the bedside and pulled on the cords. Both magician and detective had to blink rapidly to adjust to the sudden brightness.
With the now slightly brighter area, Kaito could finally see the extremely flushed cheeks, overly pink even after their making out. On second thought, the face of his detective after stepping out of the showers had looked unhealthy, but Kaito had put that as Shinichi using too much force to scrub off the makeup. Placing a hand on the forehead, he tested for temperature to find it Shinichi was beginning to burn up.
"You're running a fever!" Kaito exclaimed as he went to wet a towel.
"I feel fine though." Shinichi was still huffing, which was highly unusual as he would have recovered his breath by now. It was strange to see a combination of a satisfied and seductive grin on Shinichi's face as his detective tries to distract Kaito. However, it was evident that Shinichi too wanted something out of Kaito's impulsive action.
"No you're not!" Kaito had to put his foot down to dissuade his detective from doing anything in his current condition and placed the cooled towel on the damp forehead before going over his own memories, to see where his detective could pick up the flu bug. But unfortunately, he realised it might have been something else entirely.
The night had been quite pleasant, neither too hot or cold, and Shinichi was well dressed to have avoided catching a cold. The bar they had been in wasn't all that bad either and none of the patrons were sneezing or coughing. It only left to one conclusion, something that Kaito had been trying to avoid hence him taking up the position of a bartender. Someone must have slipped something to Shinichi's drinks, but it was nearly impossible (Kaito would never rule out there is someone out there that is more skilled that he was) seeing as Kaito kept hawk-like eyes on his detective throughout the evening. He tries to recall the instances when Shinichi ordered a drink or were offered a drink, and came up thinking something was out-of-sorts. Shinichi had only ordered once, Kaito helped refilled the drink twice, and it did not make any sense. He remembered seeing, at one point, Shinichi's cup to be half-full and when he made another pass of the area, the cup was more than three-quarters full. Kaito's eyes widened before narrowing in anger.
"That bastard!" He gritted his teeth and reached for the phone. "He spiked your drink!"
"I'm not feeling any different though. I wasn't sick or anything when I came back." Shinichi's hands moved upwards in hopes of trying to remove the damp towel from his forehead. Kaito, seeing the action, clamped down on Shinichi's wrist before returning the hand back into the confines of the blanket. Shinichi looked confused at Kaito's statement, surely if it had been drugs, the effects would have appeared sooner rather than now, several hours after their time at the bar.
"No, not with drugs. I knew I should have done something more to him instead of amping up the alcohol level and those little presents!" He growled, pulling out his phone and pressed speed dial. He waited patiently for the call to be put through. Hopefully, the receiver on the other end was still awake.
"Hello?" A weary voice answered without so much as sounding tired or traces of yawns.
"Ojou, we might have another problem." Kaito leveled his voice, no use in causing panic with the young scientist just yet. He then proceeded to tell her his theory. "I think Shinichi may have been...drugged...would be the best word to use here. He's had several drinks without his knowledge."
"His condition?" She sounded more alert now and there were sounds of some rummaging and opening of drawers.
"Fever, sweating, shortness of breath." Kaito kept an eye at his detective lying on the bed, touching the damp cloth every so often to check whether it was too hot.
"Pulse? Pains?"
He placed a hand at the pulse point on the neck, locating the beat without needing much effort. He kept his hand in place as he replied with a single word "Rapid" then turned back to ask Shinichi, "so feeling anything? Joint aches? Muscle pains?"
"Nothing. Just maybe slightly tired." As though to exemplify the fact, Shinichi let out a jaw cracking yawn. His previous want now thoroughly dampened and his energy levels seems to have dropped to the point that all he wanted to do was to fall asleep, preferably in Kaito's arms.
Kaito repeated the phrase over the phone as he kept an even keener eye on Shinichi who seems to have difficulties trying to keep his eyes open. Wanting to coax his detective back to rest, he reached up to gently massage the temples, earning a nice groan from Shinichi. But his stubborn detective still remained quite awake even with his ministrations.
"I don't think Kudo-kun had enough in his system to trigger a transformation then, which is the only good news I can give you. Unfortunately, there was still enough in his body that some elements of the dormant Apotoxin decided to react towards. The fever is probably a reaction to his body trying to overcome this partial reaction. Keep him in bed but don't try to bring down the fever, despite that being contrary to what you want to do. Let him sweat it out instead but make sure that his temperature doesn't become too high either. I'll drop by in the morning."
"So it's nothing too serious then?" Kaito breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Not as serious as it could have been. I'm surprised you've let this happened." At least the little lady wasn't admonishing him just yet, though the tone does seem she was disappointed that he allowed this to happen.
"Some bastard took advantage while I was waylaid." Now that he thought more about it, he should have been suspicious when the bodyguards kept distracting him for refills of glasses that he was certain they have never took a sip from yet have managed to be emptied nonetheless. It was possible they were using their own drinks to refill Shinichi's, though how his detective not notice such actions (or the change in taste) was strange to him. "He had set this whole thing up."
"And I'm sure you've exacted your revenge."
"Not enough." He growled, earning a weary look from Shinichi who has been trying to push back the covers. Kaito's hands stilled the movement, making sure the blanket stays put.
"Whatever the case, make sure Kudo-kun has enough liquid, kept in bed for rest, and he should be fine in the morning. You can go and wreck havoc after he recovered."
"You know, I've never thought you could read me like an open book but it seems you know me well enough." Kaito found himself quite pleased that he managed to break through the icy exterior of the little scientist. It was clear she barely put up with Kaito's presence when Shinichi visited but her statements hinted that she actually paid some attention to Kaito as though to understand him.
"You're important to Kudo-kun." She admitted, albeit sounding quite reluctant. "That means I'll have to know about you at one point or another. It's a means to keeping Kudo-kun safe and healthy."
"I've asked you before but…" Kaito kept looking at Shinichi whose eyes were finally beginning to droop again even though his breath seems to be laboured. Kaito kept a careful hand over Shinichi's heart, to feel the rapid up-and-down of chest movement. If he concentrated, he was sure he could feel the rapid heartbeat as well. Kaito tightened his hand into a ball, frustrated at himself that he allowed this to happen.
"Don't worry Kuroba-kun. My thoughts haven't changed. Kudo-kun is important, he's family. Not a potential love interest." She sighed, as though growing tired of having to repeat herself. "Are you really that doubtful in Kudo-kun? That his feelings for you is so easily swayed?"
"It's not that I don't trust in Shinichi's feelings, just that I don't trust people not to have feelings for Shinichi. He's quite likeable after all." He smiled, using the cloth to wipe off excess sweat. "And he's cute."
Laughter sounded from the other end of the line.
"Only you could say that and get away with it unscathed Kuroba-kun. Try and get some sleep." It was as though the girl had predicted Kaito would stay up the whole night just to watch the up and down movement of Shinichi's chest. Not that Kaito would not try, he certainly would be keeping an eye on his detective's condition. After all, who knows what could happen with the poison still active inside Shinichi's body.
"Thanks." The call on the other end cut itself without further words and Kaito was left with a dial-tone. Staring down at the sleeping detective, he took the phone and positioned it to take another photo to add to his collection. This one, he was thinking, to set as a wallpaper for his phone. The slightly flushed face and the relaxed feature was something rarely seen. Especially since there was a nice smile playing on Shinichi's face. Kaito was thankful that Shinichi was having a nice dream instead of the nightmares that fevers often bring with them. He was about to climb back over to his side of the bed when he felt a tug on his pants. It seems Shinichi had unconsciously latched onto his pajamas. Muting his chuckles, he pushed Shinichi further into the bed to make space for himself. He scooted down and tugged at the blanket to cover his own body, and within no time, Shinichi latched onto Kaito as though he was cold but Kaito could feel the sweat soaking through. Not knowing what else to do, since he was too concerned about his detective's condition to even consider the concept of sleep, Kaito held Shinichi in his arms the best he could as another hand reached up to smooth the silken black locks as he tried to blank his mind to avoid thinking of the worst possible scenario.
-TBC-
A/N: ARG! I wrote the OMAKE and then when I saved it, it told me I need to login again! I LOST THE WHOLE THING! This is the second version, hopefully I've managed to recreate the whole thing...I feel sad now [[weeps]]...
-OMAKE: DREAMS-
"So," Kaito casually said as he set the tray carefully down in front of Shinichi as he took a seat by the edge of the bed. Shinichi looked between the tray of food and his magician with a weary eye. "What were you dreaming of last night before I woke you up with a kiss?"
Shinichi watched his magician's slender hands take up the cutlery on the side and began slicing up the omelet into bite-size pieces, mesmerized by the action at the same time reluctant to answer his magician.
"Well?" Kaito waved a piece in front of Shinichi, urging his detective to open his mouth and take the bite. Not wanting to answer the question just yet, and wanting to buy himself some time, Shinichi took the bite and chewed slowly.
"It's nothing. Just a dream." Shinichi frowned slightly, not that the omelet wasn't tasty or anything, but the colouring was throwing Shinichi off just slightly. Shinichi had to admit, he had never seen, much less tasted, a multicoloured omelet.
"It's not nothing if it had you moaning and groaning." Kaito took another piece, and offered it to Shinichi once more.
Normally, Shinichi would refuse such an action for he disliked being treated as though he was not able to take care of himself or seen as invalid. But with Kaito doing such an action, it feels as though it was normal, that Kaito feeding him was just something his magician does on a daily basis. It helped that they were both sharing a plate and the same cutlery as though in a romantic outing. Shinich blushed slightly at the thought, obviously still under the influence of last night's dreams.
"I say its nothing." Shinichi took the next offered bite with more determination and force, hoping Kaito would drop the topic all together. If his magician found out, Shinichi was sure Kaito would pounce on him and tease him for being so forward again.
"Really now?" The suspicion in Kaito's voice was unnerving Shinichi and he grabbed the fork off Kaito's hands with determination. Kaito let him have control and set his own hands back down, placing them just on Shinichi's thighs.
"Yes!" Shinichi stabbed a piece of omelet with more force than usual before stuffing it into Kaito's mouth. "And stop thinking Kaito! It's not what you think!"
"Oh?" Kaito smiled around the fork. There were many reasons why Shinichi's body would react like it had last night and slowly, Kaito was drawing up a pleasant conclusion. Reaching up, Kaito enclosed his own hands over Shinichi's and guided the fork out of his mouth ever so slowly before giving the prongs of the fork a lick to clear it of food residue. "I think it's not nothing nor is it just a dream."
"Wait, Kaito!" Shinichi soon found his own mouth covered by Kaito's lips, a warm tongue probing for entrance. Shinichi quickly gave up the fight and let the appendage in, bring with it something sweet. Shinichi could not help but let out a moan and a sound of confusion when Kaito's lips left. Shinichi was sure the bite of food that was pushed into his own mouth was the omelet he offered to his magician but it was strange for the omelet to be tasting sweet when all the other bites tasted normal for Shinichi.
"That was chocolate." Kaito answered as though reading Shinichi's mind. "A treat for answering me truthfully."
"But I didn't say anything!" Shinichi complained, trying to get his emotions under control.
"Your body told me everthing I need to know Love." Kaito patted Shinichi's thighs before rising from his seat. "Now, finish the breakfast while I go grab the coffee from the kitchen. Ojou would be around soon to check up on you."
Shinichi pouted uncharacteristically, stabbing forcefully into the omelet once more and taking a bite. He could not believe his body betrayed him, neither could he believe his magician to have read him so thoroughly. However, he was secretly glad Kaito was that perceptive.
-OMAKE END-
