Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan/Case Closed.

Pairing: KaitoxShinichi

Chapter Rating: M

Note: The second scene is written in a different tense because it fit the feeling better.

Heroes and Villains: Blue Moon Island

[Superpower Verse]

Part 9

The mysterious building that had appeared on the trail was surprisingly large and ornate. The walls were paneled with a dark, polished wood carved with elegant designs and wooden roses intertwined with curls of wooden leaves and wooden vines complete with thorns. The steps leading up to the equally magnificently artistic front doors were covered in a rose-themed outdoor mat with colors so vivid and rich that it must have been brand new. A pair of rose shaped lamps hung on either side of the door, casting a soft, pinkish gold glow over the entryway and drawing the eye to the golden rose embossed upon the door.

The couple that Kaito and Shinichi had been following had already reached the door and were apparently debating whether to knock.

"We're obviously lost," the girl was saying. "We should ask for directions."

"We should just ask if they'll let us stay until morning," her boyfriend replied distractedly as he gaped at the intricate carvings adorning every door and window frame. "Wow. Whoever lives here has got to be super rich."

"that doesn't mean you can impose on them," his girlfriend said warningly, but he wasn't listening. He had already mashed a finger into the small, gold rosebud doorbell.

Almost instantly, those ornate front doors parted down the middle and opened, revealing what could only be described as a grand foyer.

"Welcome," said a slender, dark-haired young woman dressed in a crimson and gold kimono. "You must be here for your reservation."

"Reservation?" the girl who'd only wanted directions repeated, confused. "Um, I'm sorry, but you must have mistaken us for someone else. We sort of got lost coming down the mountain. We're trying to find our way back to the Landing."

"Your names are?" the kimono girl asked, smile never once faltering. Her sheer serenity was almost eerie.

"I'm Saori," she answered automatically.

The kimono girl smiled. "Then there has been no mistake. We have a reservation for a Maeda Saori and a Fujiwara Hota."

"Oh, that's us," the boyfriend exclaimed, surprised.

"Indeed." The kimono girl bowed then turned. "Please, follow me."

And the two followed, leaving Kaito and Shinichi hovering by the door, trying to decide whether to go after them or not. Before they could make a decision, however, another kimono-clad server nearly identical to the first right down to the serene expression cane to offer to take them to their reservation just as the other had done.

"My colleague will welcome your other friends once they arrive," she added, looking over their shoulders to the couple now making their way up the path behind them. "Now please come right this way."

Kaito and Shinichi exchanged looks then followed the girl inside.

They were led through a small but ornate foyer into a large, open chamber with a bar along one wall. Tables and booths were scattered around the other edges of the room, interspersed with pillars festooned with rose-shaped lanterns in varying shades of red. The space in the middle of the room was taken up by a dance floor. The entire place was lit only by the muted glow of the rose lanterns and a myriad of candles, giving the atmosphere a kind of warm, golden cast that shivered along the edges with the graceful movements of the couples on the dance floor. Soft laughter and murmured voices drifted through the air to entwine with the music in a dance of sound that seemed to mimic the motions of the human dancers in their midst.

Shinichi spotted Saori and her boyfriend already seated in a booth as he and Kaito were shown to another. The other couple looked a little dazed. Shinichi couldn't blame them. He was feeling a bit that way himself as he tried to decide what exactly was going on.

The easiest explanation was that this was a surprise set up as part of the ghost ship hiking tour. Their guide could easily have pointed them this way and called ahead to give their names to the establishment. What Shinichi couldn't understand was why.

That, and there was something about the ambience of this place…

There was the soft clink of glass on wood, and Shinichi blinked at the bottle of wine that had just been set down on the table between him and Kaito. He couldn't remember sitting down.

Kaito raised an eyebrow at the wine bottle then glanced at their waitress.

The girl smiled and set a key and a folded paper down on the table next to the bottle before he could voice a question though and said, "Do not worry about walking the trails in the dark. Rooms have been provided. I will be back shortly with your meal."

That said, she glided away on silent feet, leaving the two Milky Way agents to gaze after her then at each other in puzzlement.

Kaito picked up the paper they had been given with their room key and unfolded it.

"All has been paid in full," he read out loud. "Please enjoy your stay."

"The fee for the hiking tour couldn't possibly have covered for this too," Shinichi said, growing even more confused. Then he frowned at Kaito. "This wasn't you, was it?"

Kaito looked amused. "I can see why you might think so, but I am sorry to have to tell you that it was not. And that concerns me."

It concerned Shinichi too. Frowning, he held out his hand. Kaito passed him the note then waited patiently as Shinichi closed his eyes, focusing on the paper between his fingers.

"I…don't feel anything malicious," Shinichi said eventually, moving on to studying the note with his eyes. It was handwritten, he observed, though he didn't recognize the handwriting. "Whoever wrote this note didn't mean us any harm, I think. It kind of feels like the opposite actually."

"So they meant well?"

Shinichi hesitated a moment longer then nodded slowly. "It feels that way."

"And this?" Kaito offered him the bottle.

Shinichi held it for a moment then set it down again. ":It feels the same."

Kaito mulled this over then poured a glass. He studied the ruby liquid then shrugged.

"It's not poisoned," he announced. "Someone is being very generous. I suppose we may as well enjoy it."

Shinichi looked dubious. "Doesn't this seem a little…" He trailed off as he gestured vaguely at the restaurant at large. "I'm not sure if it's too random or too convenient, but it's not normal."

Kaito gave him a look that clearly asked when exactly either of their lives had ever been normal. Before he could actually say anything though, their waitress returned. She served them gorgeous little bite-sized delicacies on equally gorgeous plates. It was like being presented with elegantly arranged trays of jewelry, except that the jewelry was in actuality all kinds of tiny, artistic pastries, some sweet, some savory, and all exquisitely crafted by a master.

"And please," the girl in the kimono added, "do not hesitate to ask should you require anything else."

"Wait!" Shinichi said quickly before she could leave. "Can you tell us who arranged all of this?"

"We would like to know who we should thank," Kaito added with a disarming smile.

Their waitress returned his smile. "In truth, you need only thank the good fortune that brought you here tonight. For you see, it has been tradition for us to treat all those who arrive at our doors between midnight and dawn on this day every year. It has been so since we first opened our doors and will continue to be so for however long fate sees fit to let us flourish."

"That is interesting," Kaito said thoughtfully. "So this is a tradition."

The girl nodded. "Indeed."

And somehow, neither boy remembered to ask again how the establishment had known their names.

"Wow, these are really good," Shinichi said, surprised after biting into one of the most beautiful cream puffs he'd ever seen. "It's coffee flavored."

Kaito took another and hummed in agreement. "This one's dark chocolate."

By the time they finished a half dozen artistic pastries each, neither of them thought there was anything strange at all about how they had wound up at this most excellent establishment. They had merely had the good fortune to stumble across another of Blue Moon Island's hidden gems. The natural thing to do was to enjoy it. They were, after all, on vacation.

And there was just something about the atmosphere. It was a gentle, humming warmth—a faint tingle in the air and promise brushing feather light across the senses…

-0-

Shinichi sips at his wine, feeling the warmth of it flowing down his throat and spreading through his body, chasing away the last remnants of the chill of the night outside. He isn't usually one for alcoholic beverages, and yet, at this moment, the wine is exactly what he wants.

He closes his eyes, feeling himself relax. When he opens his eyes again, he finds Kaito watching him with a small smile playing about his lips. The candlelight threads gold through the wild mess of his dark hair and dances in flecks of gold in the dark indigo of his eyes. The magician really is handsome, Shinichi thinks. He feels a blush creep into his cheeks as his heart beat quickens at the intensity in that gaze.

Then Kaito stands and holds a hand out across the table to him.

"Dance with me," the magician says, indigo eyes dark like pools of mystery lit by flickers of flame. Those eyes catch and hold Shinichi, and, for a moment, he couldn't breathe. Had the magician's eyes always been so mesmerizing? In Kaito's eyes, he sees stars and city lights. He sees the wind and a world spread out below them in a dizzying tapestry of light and shadow, wishes and dreams, truth and illusions, and the promise of danger and safety both.

They are on the dance floor before Shinichi's strangely hazy thoughts can fully comprehend that they have moved, and the music wraps itself around them like fluttering streams of silk. Kaito pulls him close, guiding him in a graceful waltz, and Shinichi feels as though they are the only real beings in a world of firelight and phantoms. Other shapes move about them, but they are indistinct and far away.

All that exists is Kaito.

Then Kaito pulls him closer still, and there is a hunger in his eyes now that sends a thrill up Shinichi's spine.

They circle the dance floor again. This time, however, their path takes them into the shadows behind one of the ornamental pillars.

The next thing Shinichi knows, he's pinned against the wall with one of Kaito's knees between his thighs.

A hot mouth descends on his, muffling his involuntary cry of surprise. Kaito's tongue takes advantage of the opportunity to plunge past his parted lips and plunder. His yelp turns into a moan as he melts into the kiss, surrendering instinctively to his lover's silent demand.

Calloused hands roam up and down Shinichi's sides under his shirt, tracing fiery patterns across sensitive skin. They find Shinichi's nipples and take great delight in pinching and teasing until they're pert little nubs of sensation, and it's all Shinichi can do not to mewl.

When Kaito breaks the kiss, Shinichi is panting hard. His head spins, and he's not sure if it's from lack of oxygen or pleasure. He isn't given any time to recover.

That talented mouth is already leaving mark after mark down the pale column of Shinichi's neck and across his collar bones, biting, nipping, sucking and licking until every inch of exposed skin has been unequivocally claimed.

Shinichi covers his own mouth with one hand in an attempt to stifle the moans of pleasure threatening to force their way from his lips. His other hand clutches desperately at Kaito's shoulder.

Shinichi couldn't think. His mind is melting rapidly into a jumble of sensations and desire. He feels hot and pliant and increasingly desperate for the man now holding him captive. Those predatory indigo eyes burn with a feral hunger that sends shivers all the way down into Shinichi's core because he knows he's the prey. And he's already been caught.

The realization only turns him on more.

He feels overheated. His clothes, light though they are, suddenly seem too restrictive.

Kaito's wandering hands slide down to his hips, and cloth slithers over his skin. Then Kaito's hands are on his skin, massaging his bare thighs and bottom.

Shinichi's eyes fly open as he lets out a squeak of protest because, much as he enjoys the things Kaito does to his body, he hasn't forgotten that they're in a public place. Just because they are hidden from most everyone's field of vision here in the shadows behind the ornamentation doesn't mean they are safe from discovery. The horrifying thought of being caught in this compromising position is nearly enough to clear the fog of passion from Shinichi's mind.

Shinichi's attempt to escape, however, is thwarted before it can properly begin by the fact that his pants and undergarments are lying in pieces at his feet, and the only person who can reassemble them clearly has no intentions of doing any such thing until he's gotten what he wants. The hazard of having a lover whose superpower is molecular reconstruction, Shinichi thinks with some exasperation, is that, if he wants to take your clothes off, there is pretty much nothing you can do to stop him.

Catching Shinichi's wrists, Kaito pins them over the detective's head with one hand as he cuts off any further protests by the simple expedient of taking Shinichi's mouth in another heated kiss. His free hand finds its way between Shinichi's legs and closes around his arousal.

The detective gasps into the kiss then moans as Kaito begins to stroke him. After years of being a couple, Kaito knows Shinichi's body very well indeed, and it doesn't take him long at all to drive any thoughts of wanting to stop right out of his detective's head.

Sensing from the way his detective is moving into his hand that Shinichi is getting close to the edge, Kaito releases him and conjures the bottle he always keeps hidden somewhere in one of his many pockets with a deft flick of the wrist. A pleased smile tugs at his lips as he notices the way Shinichi unconsciously parts his legs a bit further to give him better access.

Kaito takes the invitation. But not before stealing yet another passionate kiss.

Shinichi whimpers as Kaito pushes two lubed fingers into him, sending prickles of heat dancing along every nerve in his body. He clenched his inner muscles reflexively around those fingers, delighting in the feel of them sliding deeper into him. A third eased in alongside them, stretching him, and he gasped and squirmed, trying to take the fingers in deeper.

They twist and crook and press hard into a bundle of nerves, and he cries out, hips jerking and inner muscles clenching tight around the intrusion.

Kaito hastily clamps his free hand over Shinichi's mouth, though his fingers continue their merciless assault on Shinichi's most sensitive places.

"No one can see us here," the former thief informs him. "But much as I'd love to hear you scream for me, someone will hear you if you're too loud."

Shinichi whimpers in response, hands fisting in the lapels of Kaito's jacket.

"K—Kai, please," he gasps the moment Kaito removes his hand and he's allowed to speak again. Big blue eyes, hazy with lust, gaze imploringly up at the magician who'd stolen his heart.

Kaito has to muffle a groan of his own against Shinichi's lips. Those eyes and the way his detective's inner muscles were stuttering and constricting around his fingers was more than even the Kaitou KID's self control could take.

He wonders sometimes if Shinichi does this to him on purpose. The question, however, is a fleeting one quickly discarded in favor of more important things.

It is the work of a matter of moments to free his own erection. Then he takes Shinichi by the hips and lifts him. His detective obliges eagerly by wrapping his legs around Kaito's waist.

The location is not one Shinichi would have chosen. Yet there is nowhere he wants to be more at that moment than right where he is, pinned against the wall by his magician's strong, hot body as Kaito's stiff cock sinks into him, thick and hot. He buries his face against the side of Kaito's neck to stifle the whimpers of mixed need and pleasure that he isn't able to hold back as his lover slides ever deeper inside him. The magician is moving slowly, giving Shinichi time to feel every inch of his lover's desire as it fills him. Kaito doesn't stop until he is fully sheathed in Shinichi's tight, welcoming heat. There, he stops for a moment to simply savor.

Shinichi moans softly, inner muscles flexing around the intrusion as shudders of pleasure race up his spine. It isn't long before he's squirming, increasingly desperate for more.

A smirk plays at the corners of Kaito's lips, and he allows himself a moment longer to relish the way Shinichi spasms around him. He can all but taste Shinichi's need for him, and it makes his already rock hard cock throb in anticipation. He takes a moment to lament the fact that he has to keep Shinichi quiet. There are few sounds he finds more delightful than Shinichi's cries of pleasure as Kaito fucks him senseless. But alas, they would have to save that particular pleasure for later.

"Kaito, please," Shinichi begs again, breaths warm against the crook of the magician's neck.

Kaito's grip on Shinichi's slim hips tightens as a low growl escapes his lips, and he shifts, giving his hips a shallow thrust. Shinichi gasps and tightens around him.

It isn't enough for either of them.

Calloused fingers digging hard into his hips is all the warning Shinichi gets before his lover suddenly pulls out and thrusts back into him hard and fast. Shinichi barely remembers not to scream. He muffles a strangled cry against Kaito's shoulder instead as his inner muscles clamp down tight around the magician's cock. Kaito takes this as encouragement to thrust into him again, once, twice, then again. Each thrust drives him deep into Shinichi's core and sends stars dancing across the detective's vision. By now he's clinging to Kaito for all he is worth, and all he can think about is the feeling of Kaito's cock pounding mercilessly into him again and again and again, sending wave after wave of pleasure crackling along his nerves. The sensations are so intense that they're making him dizzy.

He doesn't want it to stop.

It used to scare him sometimes just how strongly he can crave Kaito's touch (especially considering he used to think of romance as something for other people). Over the years, however, he has come to accept that part of himself because he loves Kaito, and that makes all the difference.

He feels complete when they're together like this—like everything in the world is just right. He can't help but want to cling to that feeling.

Despite his best efforts, however, the stimulation soon becomes too much, and he comes, biting down on Kaito's shoulder to stop himself from screaming (he gets a mouthful of jacket, but it's better than being heard). Kaito makes a guttural noise in the back of his throat as he feels Shinichi's inner muscles constrict around him like a hot, velvet vice. He manages two more deep thrusts before he follows Shinichi over the edge. He comes hard, filling Shinichi with his essence, and they both moan at the sensation.

It is with reluctance that Kaito lets Shinichi down, though he is most satisfied by the disappointed whine that escapes his detective's lips as Kaito slides out of him. Shinichi finds himself having to hold onto Kaito for support because his legs didn't want to hold him up. The hand cupping his still bare behind doesn't help, especially not when it starts gently kneading (or rather does help, but in all the wrong ways for getting out of here).

"I think we should find our room," Kaito proposes, brushing one fingertip over Shinichi's over stimulated entrance and grinning when Shinichi's breath hitches.

"…Okay," Shinichi agrees, blushing cutely in a manner that has Kaito growing hard all over again. "But you're going to have to restore my pants first."

-To Be Continued-