Disclaimer: I very obviously don't own MK/DC otherwise it might all be as bad as this and chapters would not be produced as fast as they are.

There are so many things wrong with this chapter that I feel I should say, if enough people request it, I will take it down. I'm only putting it up right now (with out editing one more time) because I don't think I'd ever put it up otherwise. This deserves the M rating but I also suggest any devout Christians think twice before reading. Now I feel bad about this even though I loved it! *facepalm*

~First on the List~

Meet me outside the church, 2:00 AM

KID

There was definitely something wrong with how excited he was about this; sex in a church, with KID. Don't priests live on the property? Despite all rational thought, here he was, appearing to be a 13 year old child, standing on the front steps of a church at 1:59 AM. He better not be late.

At exactly 2:00 AM the door began to slowly open much to the relief of a shrunken Shinichi… that is, until he spotted the religious robes of a priest. Moments before going into an all out panic, Shinichi locked eyes with the "priest" and recognized the violet eyes of his thief followed by the infamous KID smirk. Staring a bit longer than was necessary, Shinichi took in the white thinning hair of a priest who looked to be in his 60s and at least 40 lbs. overweight if the round face was anything to go by. "Was that really necessary?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about my child; please come in, it's not safe for young cute boys such as yourself to be out this late at night. And do explain why it is you are here and not safe at home in bed… unless it is my bed you want to be in?" KID winked as he moved aside and motioned for Shinichi to enter.

As unnerving as it was to be called cute and hit on by a supposed priest he did as was asked and entered although he did ask a question of his own. "Why did I think you wouldn't try this?"

"Why Shinichi, it's because I'm really good at exceeding your expectations." And there was KID's voice coming out of the man who still looked like an aging priest. It was too creepy; Shinichi decided it'd be best to keep his back to the thief, at least until he unmasked himself.

True to his hormones, KID (a.k.a. the creepy elderly pedo-priest) wrapped an arm around Shinichi's waist and pulled him flush against his chest as soon as the door was closed. He began sliding his hands under Shinichi's shirt to run his fingers against his flat stomach and up to his sternum. Despite the warmth of the hands, Shinichi couldn't help but shudder at what felt like aged hands molesting him. Just how far was he planning to take this?

"Shall we move somewhere more comfortable?" asked the thief, fortunately in his own voice.

"You mean somewhere more damning-"

"-and comfortable Shinichi."

"Fine." KID adjusted his right hand so it was instead closer to Shinichi's hip with the fingers splayed across his stomach so that two fingers were just under the waist of Shinichi's pants. He then led the way out of the narthex and down the nave of the church where Shinichi had to pause to take in the sight. KID had lit candles and placed them all around the church and on the pews so that everywhere was lit beautifully giving the place an almost romantic feel… until Shinichi remembered the aged hand against his skin and he began to feel like maybe it look like he was about to be sacrificed in a ritual. He never worked one of those cases before.

Understanding the look on his detective's face, KID cheerfully responded, "Don't worry, you're not a virgin so I can't sacrifice you to Koizumi-hime."

"Baka." Blushing at KID's response, an air of determination came over Shinichi and he took the lead. Placing his hand over the hand at his hip, Shinichi lead KID forward down the nave and past the pulpit and lectern right into the chancel only stopping when he arrived at the altar. At that point Shinichi turned around to face his kaitou only to remember just what KID was disguised as. They were definitely going to hell after this if hell existed.

Before KID could get to the fun part of the night Shinichi stopped him with a look that said 'No. Fucking. Way.' "We are not doing this while you have that face. Remove it. Now."

"Yes sir!" Ever the performer, KID saluted Shinichi before being engulfed in a cloud of pink smoke.

Rolling his eyes, Shinichi was at last relieved to be face to face with not KID with a monocle but Kaito. Hell was worth this.

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Kaito really enjoyed what he did to Shinichi; while distracting him with a rather passionate kiss, he lifted Shinichi to sit on the edge of the altar and ran his fingers along the outside of his thighs to hear Shinichi's moans through their kiss. He then moved his right hand to Shinichi's back and ran his fingers under his shirt and up Shinichi's spine at which the detective arched into his body and broke the kiss to gasp in air. Now that Shinichi had tilted his head back and exposed his neck, Kaito took the opportunity to elicit more of the delicious sounds until his detective was properly flushed and breathing heavily. He then pulled back to admire his work, take in Shinichi's lust filled eyes, and the way he looked like he was on the verge of pleading for Kaito to continue.

"I suddenly get why priests have a thing for boys… will you be my altar boy?"

"Kai- ahh!" Before he could manage any sort of retort, Shinichi was cut off by the fingers that just so happened to brush over the front of his jeans.

"What was that Shinichi? Is that a yes?" The wicked grin spreading across Kaito's face was enough to make Shinichi debate whether it was best he keep quiet or not, after all, Kaito's other hand was already snaking up his chest.

Shinichi never had a chance. Just as he was opening his mouth to try again (some detectives have no sense) Kaito's fingers reached his nipple and twisted, turning the retort into a silent gasp. Kaito enjoyed the usual bantering but even more, he enjoyed how easy it was to cut his detective off with such small, completely innocent (who was he kidding?) actions. While he loved a Shinichi who could keep up with him in any argument, some things were just so much more fun.

Since "Conan's" glasses had gone missing around the time he walked into the church (Shinichi had to be use to that by now) Kaito had no problem pulling the shirt off of him to better see the extent of his work. In front of him sat a 13 year old Shinichi with a few fresh hickies around his neck and a proper (according to Kaito anyways) blush that reached half way down his chest. Kaito couldn't watch for long though, Shinichi was soon wrapping his legs around Kaito's waist to pull him back against him.

Gently, Kaito laid his detective back on the altar, eyes still locked with those hazy blue eyes, and ran his hands down Shinichi's sides until they reached the button of his pants. The grin on Kaito's face when Shinichi held his breath in anticipation was on par with his usual KID grin only this one contained an element never shown at heists (unless KID had pulled his tantei-kun into a dark corner with him for a little fun while Nakamori-keibu ran after a dummy). Slowly just to taunt the boy before him, Kaito unbuttoned his detective's pants and oh-so-painfully-slowly pulled the zipper down. At this point, he was sure it was taking everything Shinichi had not to beg him to "magic" them away. Determined to annihilate that last piece of Shinichi's will, Kaito took his time sliding the jeans down Shinichi's legs and "accidently" brushing very close to where Shinichi wanted if the short whimper was anything to go by.

God damned (great, now he was a heretic) magician and his teasing. Was it really necessary to do this at such an agonizing pace? Of course, that didn't mean it wasn't appreciated… the way Kaito ran his fingers, and mouth (can't forget mouth), over his ankle, up his calf, pausing to suck on that sensitive spot behind his knee and leaving yet another hicky in the process, up the inside of his thigh, and ghosting his lips over his boxers before kissing Shinichi's hip just above the waist band, it felt excruciatingly good. Doing all of this while maintaining eye contact did nothing for Shinichi's will. Still, Shinichi was determined. He. Would. Not. Beg. (Maybe.)

It was only a matter of time. Kaito repeated the process, removing Shinichi's boxers slowly and kissing and sucking his way up the opposite leg until another whimper escaped Shinichi's lips when Kaito was done and still only kissed his thigh at the joint. That wasn't enough for Kaito though, he carefully moved so that only his hands were touching, and caressing, Shinichi's inner thighs and his tongue was dipping, dangerously seductive, into his navel. A few seconds of running his tongue around the rim followed by the dipping of it into his navel and curling his tongue before pulling it back out and Shinichi's last restraints were starting to crumble.

"Kaito…" came Shinichi's first breathy plea which was promptly followed by Kaito's hummed question and a shifted hand which brushed very close to the base of Shinichi's penis. This of course lead to an even louder whimper and Shinichi thinking just how much he wanted that mouth somewhere else. There went the last of Shinichi's will. "Please, Kaito!"

"Please what my love? What is it you want?" Poker face wasn't going to hide what he wanted to do to Shinichi much longer with the way his Shinichi (his partner, his mate, his lover, his, his, his, and wasn't that wonderful?) looked, trembling with desire to be under him, to be filled by him, to be fu― no, it wasn't going to work much longer.

"Please! I want… need… please…" It may not have been a clear response but it got his point across; Kaito took pity (suuure that was pity) on his detective and before he could call forth any more words Kaito's mouth had engulfed him; he put to use that oh so talented tongue, reducing Shinichi to a moaning withering mess held down at the hips by the thief's (his thief's) hands. Arching into the mouth, Shinichi 's head fell back off the altar with his eyes not really seeing anything until he spotted the large crucifix on the wall he was now facing, taking in the details of the life size silver figure mounted on the cross which, with his current position, now looked like it was staring directly at him. That realization was what pushed him over the edge; screaming out Kaito's name, Shinichi released into his mouth, hands tightly gripping Kaito's hair and closing his mind off to all other sensations.

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It was a satisfied Kaito that stood up straight again, licking his lips and running a hand through his hair. "I think we just figured out another one of your fetishes Shin-chan."

"…"

"If you really don't want to be an altar boy, I wouldn't mind dressing you up as a catholic school girl. The short plaid skirt and thigh high stockings would look good on you. The sheer white blouse exposing your midriff wouldn't be bad either."

"Kaito..."

"Hmm?"

"…only at home."

"Yes Shin-chan!"

"Kaito…"

"Yes?"

"…I… umm…" Shinichi was blushing and struggling to express just what it was he wanted without having to actually say it. He may have just had a very intense orgasm but… well… he was 13… a teen… going through puberty. "Kaito, I want…" He would die of embarrassment if he had to say anymore. Instead of continuing, Shinichi turned away, hoping Kaito understood and trying to get a hold of his embarrassment.

"I love you Shinichi." That was all it took for Shinichi to meet his eyes again, relief clear on his face. Kaito knew how hard it was for Shinichi to say as much even if he had taken the initiative to do much more. Despite everything, there was still a very innocent, very meek side of Shinichi that only he knew existed. Shinichi played the confident teen (once again) unaffected by the murders that occurred around him on a daily basis but, under that façade, his insecure, damaged soul was every bit that of a child looking for safety and security in the only person who could provide it. Not even his parents could see this. Shinichi needed him and was his alone. And he was Shinichi's. But that's enough of the heavy thoughts (there were better things he could be doing right now… so much better).

At this point Shinichi was getting impatient and, having just realized Kaito was still fully clothed (and wasn't that just a bitch), took it upon himself to deal with the rude garments keeping him from his thief. Kaito only just managed to retrieve the necessary tube from his pocket before Shinichi had him completely stripped.

"Who's the magician here?"

"It was taking you too long."

"I didn't even know you could undress me that fast."

"It was taking you too damn long."

Kaito laughed at this until Shinichi decided to shut him up by bringing their mouths together, which was perfectly ok with Kaito. Kaito took this opportunity to lay them back down on the altar, further atop it so he could comfortably kneel between Shinichi's legs. There was something extremely gratifying about a naked Shinichi, sweaty, with hair messed up, and flushed right down to the half hard limb. All by Kaito's hands… and mouth.

It didn't take much for Kaito to make Shinichi squirm beneath him again; a light teasing of a nipple with teeth, sucking on Shinichi's fingers when he tried pulling him up for a kiss, and Shinichi never noticed when Kaito's hand trailed past his scrotum and pressed a lube coated finger (when did he manage to do that?) into the ring of muscles. The pumping of the first finger in and out of his entrance did elicit the arching of his back however, and by the time Kaito had three fingers inside, Shinichi was withering and pleading for more.

"Kai-, God… I need— I need you inside… please!" With the final thought that he definitely discovered another fetish of Shinichi's, Kaito removed his hand and pushed his own stiff member at Shinichi's entrance. Slowly he pushed in, an act he could never get tired of.

By this point Shinichi was very hard again and unwilling to wait for his own body to adjust. "M-move! Please Kaito!" Kaito thrust hard and fast into Shinichi making him cry out Kaito's name. He continued the fast pace punctuated by Shinichi's cries until, with a smirk, decided a new position was in order. He pulled out of Shinichi despite his continued begging and adjusted their position. Kaito was now sitting comfortably on the altar and Shinichi was impaled on his lap, legs spread and exposing his need for climax as well as the point where his and Kaito's body joined.

Desperate to continue, Shinichi planted his feet firmly at the edges of the altar and allowed Kaito to lift him and release so that gravity helped Kaito plow as deep as possible into Shinichi. Each time Kaito was rammed into him, Shinichi screamed, finding a high not previously reached, his prostate being hit directly with all the combined force of his weight and gravity.

Just before Shinichi could climax, Kaito stopped moving and held Shinichi still. When Shinichi cried Kaito's name again, this time pleading for him to continue, Kaito instead spoke into Shinichi's ear, voice low and husky. "Shinichi, I want you to look up and see the position you're in. Spread so wantonly in front of the crucifix. I'd say you're giving their God quite the show." Kaito stayed still longer, waiting for when his words would sink in. The moment Shinichi gasped from realizing what Kaito had said, Kaito lifted Shinichi so that only the tip was still penetrating him then pulled him down with more force than before so that Shinichi was screaming louder than before.

Shinichi's continued screams of pleasure only encouraged Kaito further. "Shinichi, pleasure yourself for me, I want you to touch yourself right now." When Shinichi's hand was slow to comply, Kaito slowed down until Shinichi did as he requested. Shinichi was probably going to kill him for this later but it was well worth it. It only took a few more of the hard thrusts before Shinichi had gone completely rigid, mouth open with no sound escaping, and his muscles closing around Kaito. Kaito managed one more thrust before he too fell over the edge, just managing to remain on the altar when he could no longer sit up.

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"I hate you."

"You and I both know you love me and you really loved this little outing."

"I still hate you."

"Shin-chan, its not my fault you're quite the exhibitionist. Maybe we should add "in front of a mirror" to the list. I'm sure you'd love to see what you look like when I'm deep inside you."

"I really hate you and damn it pull out of me already!"

"Hmm… I don't think so; we have enough time for at least one more round."

"…"

"We are definitely doing it in front of a mirror."

"… I hate you. Try to get the mirror by tomorrow."

First of all, I am sooooooo sorry it took me this long to update. I did some massive editing to the original (incomplete) version and then went back and edited again. Then I got stuck a couple of times followed by a complete lack of time and privacy and of course rl came charging through... and has yet to apologize for it's rudeness.

Also, as I mentioned in the Disclaimer and the paragraph that followed, I will take this chapter down if too many people complain. I am extremely adverse to conflict and I honestly understand how some might feel about this chapter; I already feel guilty for writing this. Maybe its not as bad as I feel and its only because its 6:30 AM and I'm in desperate need of sleep?

Please review, I would really appreciate it greatly, especially for this chapter. I was really trying to push my limits and some how to write almost 3,000 words for this chapter after all the previous short ones.

Oh and I should note, I have no idea when the next chapter will be and I hope that short one-shot that isn't really a one-shot will be posted soon since I have the first chapter typed and just waiting on editing and the second chapter is written out.