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Title: The White Collar Phantom Thief – The Secret of Pandora
Fandom: Detective Conan / Magic Kaito
Disclaimer: All rights reserved to Gosho Aoyama for he created the awesomeness that is Kaitou KID. Ah, and Detective Conan, too. This fanfiction on the other hand is entirely mine. No money is made with this, though reviews are more than welcomed.
Tags: m/m, future fic, post-Conan Shinichi, secret reveals, slow-burn, hurt/comfort, canon-typical violence/death, canon-typical magic, canon-typical crossdressing, fake relationship, fluff, adoption, found family, explicit intercourse, anal, oral, f/f, m/f
Main Pairing: Kaito/Shinichi
Side Pairings: Sera/Ran, Saguru/Aoko, Heiji/Kazuha, Makoto/Sonoko, Takagi/Sato
DC/MK Characters:
Task Force: Kuroba Kaito | Kaitou KID | Tsukino Guinevere, Kudou Shinichi, Hakuba Saguru, Nakamori Aoko, Hattori Heiji, Sera Masumi, Koizumi Akako, Furuya Rei | Amuro Tooru | Bourbon, Akai Shuuichi, Takagi Wataru, Sato Miwako, Jii Konosuke
Others: Mouri Ran, Suzuki Sonoko, Kyogoku Makoto, Tooyama Kazuha, Suzuki Jirokichi, Nakamori Ginzo, Megure Juzo, Mouri Kogoro, Kuroba Chikage, Kudou Yuusaku, Kudou Yukiko
Detective Boys: Agasa Hiroshi, Haibara Ai, Yoshida Ayumi, Tsuburaya Mitsuhiko, Kojima Genta
Black Organization: Gunther von Goldberg II | Spider, Snake, Rose
Summary: Akako gives Kaito a prophecy: If KID is not captured by the demon of light, both of them would die and only if he gets captured will he be able to reach his goal. Kaito would rather go to jail than risk Shinichi's life
With Kaitou KID gone, Snake starts going after the jewels more actively and people get killed. It doesn't take Shinichi long to see a connection to KID – and that this is the last branch left of the BO he had taken down.
Shinichi forms a special task-force to end the BO for good. And for that, he needs Kaitou KID's help.
The White Collar Phantom Thief
The Secret of Pandora
Case 19: What Comes Next
They debriefed their team, more or less. Still left all the magical aspects out of the recount of the events though. Kaito and Shinichi were struggling enough with this as it was, there was no way they could reasonably justify or explain it to Takagi, Sato, Furuya and Akai. All they needed to know was that the Akatsuki family had been targeted by the Black Organization because they had been in the possession of the jewel the organization had been seeking – which was not a lie. They just omitted the whole blood sacrifice magic immortality angle.
Shinichi heaved a deep, slow sigh and leaned sideways against the wall, closing his eyes for a moment. He missed being Conan in moments like these; no debriefings and no paperwork. Ironic, that he would miss being Conan – even just in aspects. But then he supposed he was glad about that too, because… it meant that his time as Conan hadn't been wasted. There had been so much good, he had gained so much. An image of white flashed before his inner eye, an infuriating grin.
"Hey," Kaito's voice was soft and his hands were firm as they touched Shinichi's shoulders and started massaging them. "You okay? You look like you've fallen asleep."
Shinichi gave a grumbled little noise at that, relaxing under Kaito's cunning touch. Those hands were – a different image flashed before his mind, of bare skin and arched bodies and, again, that infuriating grin. Shinichi's tongue darted out to slowly lick his lips as his train of thought changed drastically and he felt warmth pooling in his belly.
"Just thinking… about you," Shinichi replied after a moment.
"Oh?" Shinichi could hear the smirk. "Only good things, I hope."
Kaito's fingers dug in and eased a particularly tight knot of muscles, drawing a dark, pleased moan from Shinichi. The others had cleaned out about ten minutes ago, Shinichi and Kaito had been tidying up before Shinichi had taken a moment to rest. Mizuki was next door, Agasa had agreed to watch her while they debriefed the team. Which meant that… right now… Shinichi and Kaito were all alone in the house. Shinichi opened his eyes and turned slow, giving Kaito a hooded look.
"Always," Shinichi whispered, his voice a warm breath against the skin of Kaito's neck as he slowly leaned in. "Even when it's infuriating and frustrating, there is always good things about you that I think about, Kaito. Even when you outsmart me, I find myself left marveling at those… dexterous fingers of yours...that sharp, brilliant mind of you that always knows to… stimulate… me in all different ways. Or something as simple as… the way the suit hugs your body…"
"Mh," Kaito made a small, strangled noise. "Okay. I like where this is going."
His arms wound around Shinichi's waist to pull him closer and closer and closer, until they were chest to chest and Shinichi's lips could easily press against Kaito's neck. What he had said was true. Even when he was his most frustrated with Kaito, he had never harbored purely negative thoughts toward the thief. His brilliance and kindness had always impressed Shinichi, had… always outweighed even the criminal aspect of his life. Shinichi couldn't even count all the times he had let Kaito go because he had helped save lives, bring justice to people who had done bodily harm to others. From their very first meeting, Kaito had impressed Shinichi, and he had never stopped once.
"Kaito," Shinichi's voice was low, dark, as he opened one button on Kaito's shirt after the other, one for each syllable of his name. "I want you."
A pleased hum came from Kaito, his hands wandering back around on Shinichi's waist so his fingers could fidget with the zipper and button on Shinichi's pants. "Yeah? How do you want me then, Great Detective?"
The sound coming from Shinichi was very close to a purr at that, his hands wandering down Kaito's chest and pushing the shirt open and out of the way, until it slipped off Kaito's shoulders. A smirk spread over Kaito's lips as he let it glide all the way off his arms, hitting the floor.
"I want you… with much, much less clothes," Shinichi traced Kaito's sixpack with his fingers, down, until he too reached the button and zipper of Kaito's pants. "But maybe somewhere with a more… flat surface. I don't know if I'm ready for the acrobatics of doing it against a wall."
He drew a laugh out from Kaito. "Okay. Bedroom… or the much, much closer living room?"
"Closer," Shinichi gave a sharp nod. "Closer sounds good."
A hum in confirmation and Kaito leaned down enough to grasp Shinichi by his thighs. With a gasp did Shinichi cling onto Kaito's neck and wrap his legs around the thief's waist. It was then Kaito's turn to gasp, because those thighs were strong. Kaito had thought about them a lot in the past. And how they could absolutely crush him… and he would definitely thank Shinichi for it. However, somehow it had never occurred to Kaito that these thighs could be used like this. Licking his lips, Kaito gave them a firm squeeze and then started carefully carrying Shinichi toward the living room (grown Shinichi was… heavier to carry around than Conan had been and Kaito wasn't Superman so it did take some effort but damn him, he was not putting his detective down).
Once he reached the couch, he lowered his boyfriend onto it, and then he knelt there marveling at how gorgeous Shinichi looked spread out before him like that, looking up at Kaito with still hooded eyes. Kaito's favorite sapphires. Leaning down, Kaito captured Shinichi's lips in a kiss. Slow and languished at first, but growing more passionate. So did their touch, growing more firm, more demanding. Fingers digging in, drawing the other close. Kaito groaned when Shinichi's hand wandered down his back to cup his ass. A surprisingly cheeky grin was on Shinichi's lips at that.
"Damn I love you," Kaito whispered before dragging his lips down Shinichi's neck.
Shinichi bit his lips to suppress his smile, even though Kaito couldn't see it to begin with. The way it made him feel when Kaito said that. Like hot and cold at the same time, a pleasant shudder. Leaning in, Shinichi kissed Kaito's shoulder.
"Pants," Kaito said out of nowhere. "Gotta get out of them."
Oh. Right. Yes. Good plan. Smirking to himself, Shinichi grabbed the hem of Kaito's pants to pull them down over his ass. The thief chuckled and sat up, enough to shrug them off completely and giving Shinichi the freedom of movement to get out of his own. Once fully naked, Shinichi collapsed back onto the couch, relaxing into it and enjoying the view. Kaito was so handsome. All the training he did for his magic truly paid off.
"Care to run upstairs and get lube…?"
"Who needs to do that when he is an expert magician?"
Kaito smirked and in a puff of pink smoke, produced a small bottle of lube. Ah. So his damn boyfriend had hidden little bottles of lube all over the mansion, most likely. Shinichi supposed that was what he got for dating Kuroba Kaito. Heaving a sigh, Shinichi accepted his fate and simply reached up to grab Kaito by the neck and pull him into another kiss.
"I like it more when you're impressed by my tricks," Kaito pouted.
"Well, this was less of an impressive trick and more proof for how utterly horny you are. A fact I appreciate, but am not impressed by."
"Mh, guess that's fair," Kaito chuckled.
And then he started trailing kisses along Shinichi's chest. Oh. Much better use of that mouth. Shinichi arched upward into every touch, hungry for more. The further South those kisses went, the harder Shinichi grew. Finally, Kaito was kissing up Shinichi's shaft until he wrapped his lips around the detective and started to swallow him. Lost in the bliss, Shinichi didn't even notice how Kaito lubed up his fingers. He did, however, notice the prodding fingers pressing against his hole. Gently asking for permission. Shinichi spread his legs wider to invite Kaito, unsure if he trusted his voice. He was too focused on all of the sensations happening, simply losing himself to it.
"A—ah," Shinichi gasped out, tilting his head back.
That was the spot. Oh. Oh, he loved that spot. Loved it more when Kaito was the one hitting it.
As Kaito added a third finger, he pulled off Shinichi's dick. Instead, Kaito started kissing the inside of Shinichi's thighs, nibbling on the soft, sensitive skin until he had Shinichi be a moaning mess.
"I love the noises you make," Kaito placed a kiss between each word.
"And I love when you use your mouth like that," Shinichi heaved a deep sigh.
Kaito smirked again, this time dragging his teeth over the skin of Shinichi's thighs. Not biting, not hurting, just scratching with excitement. A strangled gasp escaped Shinichi at that. Another pretty sound. Kaito looked pleased with himself.
"You ready, Shin-chan?"
Reaching out, Shinichi buried his fingers in the soft brown curls of his boyfriend's. Tugging ever so gently. Kaito allowed himself to be tugged up, closer back to Shinichi's face, until he could be kissed. His fingers pulled out of Shinichi, hands reaching up to cup Shinichi's thighs. Shinichi didn't even question where Kaito got the condom from – whatever secret place he had hidden the lube in too. Kaito was careful and slow as he eased his way in.
Kaito's eyelids fluttered shut, his mouth open just a bit as he enjoyed his lover's embrace. This was. Amazing. He had always thought the closest he could be to Shinichi was their intellectual battle. But this? To have him this close? It was overwhelming to Kaito.
"I love you, I love you, I-" Kaito interrupted himself with a groan.
It was like his brain went entirely blank when he was inside Shinichi. All he could think about was Shinichi and how much he loved this brilliant, beautiful detective. This was the dumbest Kuroba Kaito ever felt, because his brain was fully reduced to Shinichi.
"Sappy thief," Shinichi gasped out, clinging onto Kaito.
Trying to deny how much he loved when Kaito was being this sappy. How much he loved being loved and desired by Kaito. Because that would make him feel sappy. And Kudou Shinichi was not sappy. Not even for the charming thief who had stolen his heart.
Another well-angled hit from Kaito distracted Shinichi from his train of thought. Which was a rare thing for Shinichi, but with Kaito looking at him like that, being inside him like that, stretching him and hitting his prostate in just the right way, it was like Shinichi's thoughts escaped him. Like his thief had stolen them all and replaced them with images and impressions of himself.
"Ka—ah," what started out as Kaito's name turned into a drawn-out moan.
Shinichi was no longer ready to talk, overwhelmed with the sense of pleasure. All the nerves in his body felt like they were on fire, his muscles tensing as his orgasm built up. And finally, finally, as Kaito hit that sweet spot once more, Shinichi came, right into Kaito's cunning hands that knew just how to draw the best orgasms out of Shinichi. He'd always questioned that, thought that, in theory, nobody would ever be able to bring out the same pleasure in him as he did himself since he knew his body like no one else possibly could. But those hands, those cunning hands that were so well-trained in all kinds of sleights of hand, and that mind, that mind that always kept up with Shinichi and knew to read Shinichi like nobody else on the planet… They left Shinichi a panting mess, pushed past his limits, exhausted and filled with pleasure and bliss.
"Shinichi," Kaito's voice was a low, barely audible hiss.
That was all Kaito managed too, before he came. There was just no sensation that could possibly compare to being inside Shinichi. Kaito could have never imagined, really. His arms were shaking as he held up his own weight, trying not to just collapse on top of his lover. Shinichi thankfully had the sense to scoot over just a little. Enough to give Kaito space on the couch to lay on, pressed very closely against Shinichi, which neither of them minded.
"That was a very very nice turn of events," Kaito looked like a sated cat.
Shinichi rolled his eyes while Kaito pulled the condom off himself and, carelessly, grabbed his own shirt to wipe himself and Shinichi more or less clean. At least he'd taken his own shirt and not Shinichi's. Heaving a sigh, Shinichi rested his head on Kaito's shoulder, putting his hand on the thief's chest. His fingers tentatively traced scars on his lover's chest. Scars he had kissed before, but this touch… this touch was different. Thoughtful. Kaito had been through a lot in his life, as Kaitou KID (but also generally as Kaito, the teen delinquent who constantly played pranks on everyone at school. That too led to some scars). Marks of the past, telling the story of Kaito's life.
"Singapore," Shinichi whispered as he traced one particular scar.
He remembered that one. He remembered finding the bleeding thief on the rooftop, bandaging himself up. Idiot. He should have come to Shinichi. Shinichi could have stitched the wound up, it might have healed better then. Not left as big a scar then. Idiot.
"You… remember," Kaito sounded amazed.
Not necessarily that Shinichi remembered something, because that boy had a brilliant memory. But that he could place Kaito's injury from a specific incident on Kaito's body like that. The glare on Shinichi's face was dark and Kaito could practically hear the unsaid 'idiot' from his detective.
"You need to reduce the amount of times you get shot."
"Says the guy who keeps getting shot at too all the time," Kaito huffed offended. "You are like the last person who gets to say that! I have seen you practically draw targets onto yourself with the stunts you pull, and you are a detective. At least it is in the ballpark for a criminal like myself to get shot at-"
He was interrupted by a fierce kiss. "Let's not fight. The moment was so nice. I just mean…"
Shinichi ground his teeth, choking on the apology. He hadn't meant it in an accusatory manner. He just… worried. And he wasn't quite used to being in this role yet. Not many people in his life needed worrying about; Heiji and Ran knew quite well how to defend themselves. Even on the rare occasions that Ran had ended up endangered, she usually pulled herself out of it too. Kaito's life was different, the dangers he faced far too regularly were different, and the way Shinichi felt about him was too strong. The thought of losing Kaito to those dangers was suffocating in a way Shinichi had never experienced before and he didn't know what to do with that.
"Apology accepted," there was teasing in Kaito's voice, but also understanding and warmth.
Of course. Nobody knew better how dangerous Kaito's life was than Kaito himself. And Kaito also knew that his lover was quite the control freak; things he could not control didn't feel right for Shinichi. The two of them eased into each other's arms, melting into the couch. Silence took over as the two soaked in this moment of togetherness.
"We should probably get… showered and dressed," Shinichi spoke up after what felt like an eternity, when his eyes fell onto the large clock in the corner. "It's getting late and Mizuki-chan has a bedtime to adhere to, we have to… pick her up."
"Aw, I always knew you'd be a responsible dad," Kaito grinned teasingly. "You did always watch out well for the Detective Boys too. Well, as much as that is possible with that wild bunch."
Shinichi snorted out a laugh, even as he got up. Those kids were a handful. He leaned over to press a last kiss onto Kaito's cheek before heading upstairs.
/break\
"Did you have a fun time with Agasa-hakase?" Kaito asked in his Gwen-voice.
He was holding Mizuki's hand as he led her back to the mansion. The girl looked like she could fall asleep right here and now, which might be favorable for Kaito and Shinichi.
"Yes! He says there is a museum exhibition soon that we are going to, with the Detective Boys!" Mizuki mustered up some excitement despite her exhaustion. "Can I go with them?"
Kaito felt torn. In his personal experience, Agasa taking the kids anywhere led to at least a murder if not a straight-up terrorist attack. Being safe in his home was one thing, but going to any kind of event has never, not once actually played out favorable. Damn, being a parent – even just temporary – was hard, there was a whole new flavor of anxiety involved in this.
"Sure…" Kaito gave in as he was faced with a particular case of puppy-dog eyes.
"Yay!" Mizuki cheered and then sprinted up the stairs, renewed energy from the excitement about the upcoming trip. "Shinichi-nii-san, I'm going to the museum!"
Ah, wonderful. At least Kaito wouldn't have to deal with trying to put the new energized girl to bed. Shinichi's turn. With a pleased smirk at having dodged that one, Kaito instead headed toward the library to return to his research. Their research. Ever since Akako had broken the news to them yesterday, the two had started digging up anything they could find about the volley comet, or a potential dagger made from it. They had fallen asleep on top of books and open laptops, just to have to deal with the debriefing earlier today. And Kaito didn't entirely like how that had turned out either. Feeding their team bits and pieces, one by one. He understood why Shinichi had chosen it, he knew that explaining 'hey so magic is real and here is a witch' was not going to be practical for them in any way or shape. He himself was still struggling with this, after all these years.
But how well could they work with others if they always only give little bits and pieces…?
Then again, Kaito supposed, they only relied on the police and law enforcement aspects of their team for the sake of arresting the Black Organization and building a legitimate case. Which, probably, should not include magic. That was not going to go over well with a judge.
"Did you find anything?" Shinichi's arms wrapped around Kaito's shoulders.
"Oh yeah, while you put Mizu-chan to bed, I found this book called 'How to destroy a magic dagger' and it is very-" Kaito sighed. "No, I didn't."
Shinichi hummed, resting his head on top of Kaito's, looking down at what Kaito was reading. "What's on your mind? That was more snarky than I am used from you."
"I suppose…" Kaito sighed again. "I don't know how I feel about the half-truths we're telling the others. I understand and I don't think that magic would go over well, but that… doesn't make it feel good. I've just dealt with the outfall of big lies between me and those important to me, so…"
Shinichi made an agreeable noise. "I know what you mean, but I do think that… Perhaps, we should put Aoko, Hakuba and Hattori into the know? They're most likely to… understand, if shown. And I would like more input than just yours and mine, more… perspective."
"Share the burden," Kaito nodded, though he looked displeased. "And the others…?"
"Truths but omitting parts of it?" Shinichi let go so he could walk around the couch and sit down next to Kaito. "The truth is that the Black Organization believes in magical rituals to grant immortality. The truth is that the Black Organization is ready to kill this innocent child for the sake of magically gaining immortality. We… will simply leave out the part where it is all real?"
Kaito hummed, nodding slowly. That seemed like the best approach, since they had to somehow make it all make sense. And making the Black Organization sound delusional was an angle to work with. That just left them to find the magic ritual dagger.
"Do you have any idea where we could go from here?" Kaito asked.
"It's a ritual dagger. They may not know what the ritual is, but… historians and archaeologists are usually good at determining this broad purpose. We also know the region is originates from. All of this traces back to ancient Greece. That is… still very broad, but… narrower than before."
Kaito grunted in agreement. Okay. He was good at this, this was what he did. Finding potential targets to steal, valuable treasures from museums or rich collectors. Finding out who owned what. Still, this felt different than gems. A ritual dagger that was used for human sacrifices.
"What will we do with the dagger if – when – we find it?"
Shinichi furrowed his brows at the question. "We destroy it so it can never harm someone again."
That sounded so much easier than Kaito imagined destroying a magical dagger was going to be.
Author's note: LOOK WHO IS ALIVE AND WRITING AGAIN! IT'S ME! I haven't had this bad a writer's block in... possibly ever. Haven't written a thing in MONTHS. But no! This is NOT abandoned! I am back! I do contribute this partially to the currently ongoing DetCo case because THE KAISHIN has definitely injected me with inspiration and also specifically with motivation to write KaiShin! So, hopefully this inspiration stays with me and we are back to our regular schedule! Thank you for sticking with the fic, I hope the wait wasn't TOO long to let you forget about it and I hope you enjoyed the chapter ;)
