Title: Paroxysm
Theme(s): Passion
Characters: Saguru Hakuba, Kaitou Kuroba, Aoko Kuroba ne Nokamori
Rating: R (ish)
Warnings: Character Death, murder, m/f sex, m/m reference
Summary: Let's play a game, Kaito-kun...

Paroxysm

Hatred is a four letter word, love a four letter lie.
–Anonymous

"Stop, I need to go..." Kaito squirmed away from his lover, trying to button his shirt and keep Saguru's hands out of it at the same time.

"You can give it another hour," Saguru whispered, leaning in to nibble on Kaito's neck, trying to lure him back to the bed and more enjoyable activities.

"No, I can't, she's expecting me," Kaito groaned, tilting his head back in-spite of his words, his arms wrapping around Saguru's neck, pulling him up for a hungry kiss, groaning as his taller lover pressed their bodies together. He always loved feeling Saguru pressed against him, dominating him.

"So, it's not like you haven't been late before, she's rather used to it." Saguru muttered, leaning in for another kiss, only to find his head hitting the wall. He turned, looking at his lover who had slipped out from under him, glaring as he angrily buttoned his shirt. "What?"

"She shouldn't be used to it, Saguru. She's my wife, the first and foremost." Kaito finished buttoning his shirt and turned, sighing. "I'll see you tomorrow." He tilted his head up, receiving a gentle kiss, Saguru's arms wrapping loosely around his waist in a hold that both knew wouldn't last.

It never did.

Kaito pulled away and sighed, his fingers brushing down Saguru's cheek before slipping on his shoes and leaving, heading for his 'real' life, where his wife was waiting, none the wiser of where her husband spent his afternoons and more often then not, his nights.

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"Welcome home," Aoko said, leaning against the opening that lead to the kitchen. Kaito's bags dropped heavily on the ground, as he stared at his wife. It had been a long time since he had come home to such a sight.

Aoko shifted, moving closer to her husband, her long, sheer black robe enhancing her movements as it flowed around her, the short, just barely there purple silk baby doll nightgown shifting up her body as she walked, giving Kaito glimpses of her upper thighs.

Kaito swallowed and toed off his shoes before moving closer to his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist, smiling down at her. "I'm going to have to come home earlier if this is my reward," he said, smiling as he bent down and stole a kiss from her lips, tasting her lipstick on his tounge before he pulled away.

"That would be nice," she said with a grin, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I want to play a game, lover."

"Oh?" he tilted his head, hands sliding up and down her back, feeling the heat of her body through the silk. "And what sort of game is that, princess?"

She giggled and slipped away, taking his hand and pulling him towards the den where she had already set up the 'game'.

A wooden chair sat in the middle of the den, a table next to it. All the other furniture had been pushed back, and a large sheet of white plastic covered the floor. On the low table, rested a set of silver handcuffs, two of Kaito's neckties, a blindfold, a feather, a belt, a bowl of fruit, a jar of body paint, a jar of Vaseline, and a bowl of ice cubes.

Kaito blinked at his wife before stripping naked and taking a seat in the chair when she requested it of him, allowing her to cuff him to the chair, swallowing as she tied his his feet to the legs, blindfold easily slipping over his eyes. "Aoko?"

"Relax, baby, this is a simple guessing game. I'll run something over your body and all you have to do is tell me what it is."

"And what do I win if I guess correctly."

"You'll have to find out." she said, licking her lips as she studied her husband's naked body before selecting the feather from the table, lightly running it over Kaito's back, moving around to brush it up under his chin then down the center of his chest.

Kaito groaned softly, muscles twitching under his skin as the feather caressed his flesh, the tickling sensation causing goosebumps to appear on his skin. "Feather," he muttered, trying to keep his body from instinctively jerking away from the touch as she neared his stomach.

"Correct," Aoko said and allowed her sheer robe to fall, landing on Kaito's bare feet. The feet wiggled and he grinned, licking his lips.

"Wonder how much you're actually wearing, princess."

"You'll have to find out," she teased, selecting a peeled peach from the bowl of fruit. She cut off a slice, brushing the fruit over one of Kaito's nipples, before wrapping her mouth around it, sucking softly.

Kaito groaned deeply, his head falling back, arms twitching as they reached, wanting to hold Aoko's head. She lifted her head, licking her lips before sliding the piece of fruit up towards Kaito's lips. "Got a guess yet, lover?"

The smell of the fruit invaded Kaito's nose, and with his eyes closed and blindfolded, he could focus purely on that smell, matching it up with what he knew. "Peach," he whispered and was rewarded with the piece of fruit sliding between his lips, followed by Aoko's tounge as she kissed him. He moaned, kissing her back eagerly, the fruit dying a slow death between them.

Aoko pulled away when the fruit disappeared down Kaito's throat, her hands sliding down his body, tounge following, licking up the last few droplets of peach juice before she stood and pulled off the baby doll nightie, dropping it on Kaito's head.

Kaito smirked under the silk, shaking his head to remove the night gown, even though he knew he wouldn't be able to see his wife. Concentrating such as he was on what he could imagine of his wife's body, he was startled as a cold ice cube slid down his back, trailing around to his chest, easily sliding down his heated skin, over his stomach and even further still.

"Aoko...ice...oh fuck..." he groaned, and was rewarded by his wife slipping the ice cube in her mouth, before wrapping her mouth around him, sucking contentedly, the contrasting heat and ice driving him insane. "Oh gods," he groaned, trying to push up into her mouth.

She pulled away at that, swallowing the remains of the ice cube, chiding him. "Ready for your next, lover?"

"Yes please," he whispered, giving a pathetic whimper as he felt her nude body sliding up his, wanting desperately to touch it, feel it against his as he moved inside her. "Please, Aoko."

"As you wish," she whispered, straddling his lap and brushing her lips over his, kissing him deeply before standing, making sure her breasts touched his lips.

She grabbed a small bundle from the floor and un-wrapped it, baring a sharp butcher knife. Grasping the handle she moved around Kaito, before plunging the knife into his back. As he husband screamed, she pulled the knife free of his back and stabbed again, repeating the action over and over until her husband went silent, until blood splattered over her body, staining her skin, until the last breath rattled out of the cut in his throat.

She dropped the knife, grabbing the terry cloth robe she had wrapped the knife in and pulled in on her body, tying it loosely before moving into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of scotch, sipping it as she stared at her reflection in the dark window, hair a disaster, face and chest splattered with warm, rich blood.

She turned away from the sight and pulled the phone from the wall, dialing the number for emergency dispatch, still dipping her drink as she waited for the call to be answered. "Yes, my husband was just stabbed, I think he's dead." she said calmly, giving the information for her house before hanging up on the operator, crossing over to the couch and taking a seat, waiting.

She was still there when the paramedics carried Kaito's body out, the plastic sheet covering him a weak shield against what everyone would know lay under. She set her glass aside as the detectives came back out of the den and smiled as they arrested her, easily assisting them as they handcuffed her, smiling fading at Saguru entered the house.

"Have fun tonight?" she asked softly as she was lead past, before raising her head, looking straight ahead, not caring about the neighbors staring at her, or the pain filled eyes of those behind her.

Fin