Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan/Case Closed.
Pairing: KaitoxShinichi
Warning: Lemon later in the chapter
Lure
Chapter 32 - At the Strike of Midnight
"The least he could do is tell me more about KID-sama," Sonoko grumbled, taking another long swig of her orange smoothie. She and Ran were currently alone as the rest of the group they had been chatting with had all decided to take one last spin across the dance floors with their respective significant others. Sonoko glowered at each dancing pair in turn then heaved a melodramatic sigh. "It's not like it would kill him to be more cooperative."
"Maybe there isn't anything to tell," Ran suggested, but her friend didn't appear to be listening.
"Seriously, KID-sama was supposed to fall in love with me. We would have been perfect together."
"But what about Makoto-kun?"
"I mean, I bet KID-sama wouldn't leave his girlfriend for months on end without visiting just to participate in some world tournament or whatever. He's a real gentleman."
"Who breaks into places and steals things…"
"The least he could do is get me KID's autograph." The petit girl brightened at her own suggestion. "Oh hey, he totally could. And maybe a picture too."
Ran listened with only half an ear to her best friend's ramblings. She was starting to wonder if Sonoko was drunk. That orange smoothie hadn't looked dangerous, but when she'd sniffed it, it had definitely given off a whiff of alcohol.
Maybe it was time to suggest that they go back up to Sonoko's room and start the movie night she had been prattling on about earlier. Ran was about to suggest just that when the ballroom lights suddenly all went out. There was an abrupt outcry of confusion, but it was drowned out an instant later by the sound of a clock striking. It struck twelve times, marking the midnight hour.
Ghostly blue fires raced across the floors, tracing odd, nonsense patterns. Then, in a soft billow of luminous fog, two figures clad in white seemed to rise from the darkness—or perhaps they had materialized out of another realm of existence. One was a man dressed all in white with a billowing, white cape that fluttered as though caught in an unearthly wind and a white top hat circled by a ring of flickering, blue flames where a ribbon would normally be. His partner was a young woman in a matching white dress that fluttered about her like scraps of fog and fire made fabric. She too had a circlet of blue flames perched on her long, dark hair that cast her face in shadows.
The two swept into the middle of the ballroom in a gust of glowing mist and blue fire that washed the room with an icy light and long, wavering shadows.
Utter silence filled the ballroom. Even the band stood frozen, gaping at the ghostly couple in their midst.
The two phantom figures glided across the dance floor under the awed gaze of everyone present in a silent waltz wreathed in ghostly flames and eerie lights. They drifted past frozen dancers and petrified waiters. Their dance spun them all the way around the ballroom before, in a cold gust of wind and a billow of blue-tinted fog, they melted away just as suddenly as they had appeared, leaving the ballroom wrapped in a shell-shocked silence.
Then the ballroom lights flickered back on. With a collective gasp, the occupants of the room shook themselves out of their daze. Then all the remaining dancers were descending on Sonoko, applauding the spectacular show and asking her how it had been done.
"O—oh, uh, well, it—it's a trade secret," the girl stammered, trying to hide her own confusion. She hadn't arranged for any kind of special show.
Could it have been real ghosts? She felt a thrill of excitement at the thought. So, though she knew it had probably been a stunt arranged by the hotel manager or one of the family's many marketing and promotion experts, she decided that she would think about them as real ghosts.
And when Ran leaned over to whisper, "So who were those people?", Sonoko smirked and whispered back, "Didn't I tell you? The estate that was on this plot of land before we bought and renovated it was abandoned for years because the owners' daughter died there on her wedding day with her new husband. It was a freak fire. They must have decided to join our party."
Ran instantly went pale, and Sonoko sniggered.
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"I got the whole thing on video," Kaito declared, grinning broadly as he swept his hat off his head. He spun it on the tip of his finger then made it vanish in a puff of blue flame. The hat was followed by his gloves. "You were wonderful, by the way."
"I can't believe I let you drag me into that," Shinichi grumbled, tugging the wig off his head and placing it on the suite's fancy vanity. "I'm never going to live it down if anyone recognized me."
"Believe me, no one will remember anything but the spectacle," Kaito assured him. "That's the thing about magic. But if you're worried, you can watch the video to check how you looked."
"When did you even have time to set all that up?"
"Well, I had plenty of time to set stuff up while you were talking to Mr. Owl Face," Kaito said dryly, folding his suit jacket over the back of the desk chair.
"Ah, right." Shinichi hastened to change the subject. "Could you help me with these gauzy things? They've gotten a bit tangled."
The thief grinned. "Gladly." Stepping close to Shinichi, he tugged lightly on the gauzy strips draped about the detective that had been responsible for part of the fluttering ghost flames effect. The fabric was extremely light and soft, and it had indeed gotten twisted up about Shinichi's limbs sometime during their dance.
"Hold your arms out and spread your legs a little," Kaito instructed.
Shinichi did as he was told and waited as Kaito carefully unwound the soft, tattered cloth strips from around his person. He shivered as calloused fingers brushed against his neck. The cloth strips unfurled from around his arms and torso and slithered down his legs to pool about his feet in a voluminous, cloud-like mound. The last strip fluttered down onto the heap, leaving Shinichi in the short, lacy white dress that had served as the base of the costume. The sudden chill made him shiver. He lowered his arms and turned—and nearly tripped over the mound of cloth around his feet.
Kaito caught him before he could fall, lifting him free of the entangling cloth. Shinichi wrapped his arms around Kaito's neck on reflex as he kicked off the costume's fancy sandals (if he never saw those sandals again, he would be all the happier for it). A moment later, he was being lowered back onto his bare feet, sliding down Kaito's front. The detective blushed at the sensation but didn't move to pull away. Instead, he stayed where he was, resting against Kaito's chest with the magician's hands on his hips. The thin fabric of his costume was doing nothing to stave off the cold, and Kaito was nice and warm.
The magician hummed contentedly, pulling Shinichi closer and pressing a kiss to the detective's temple. They stayed like that for a while just enjoying the closeness. Shinichi found himself running their little escapade downstairs back through his mind. The awestruck looks on everyone's faces… Even Sonoko had looked gob-smacked. It really had been pretty funny. He supposed he could understand why Kaito found these sorts of performances so entertaining.
At first, Shinichi had been afraid that he'd step on one of the many fluttering, trailing cloth strips of his costume and trip, ruining the whole show, but Kaito had clearly known exactly what he'd been doing. He had guided them through the dance and the ballroom alike with all the skill and grace of a true master showman. All Shinichi had had to do was follow his lead. Once he'd realized that, Shinichi had found himself able to relax and actually enjoy the experience. Although he could have done without the worry that someone might recognize him.
Despite that nagging concern, however, he had to admit that he'd had fun.
"So are you going to help me out of this dress or not?"
"Ooh, someone's feeling bold~."
Shinichi blushed and smacked Kaito lightly on the shoulder. "That's not what I meant!"
"Is that so?" Kaito leaned in, bumping noses with the detective. Shinichi leaned away a little, trying to glare but failing spectacularly when Kaito stole a quick kiss, and Shinichi went cross-eyed trying to watch him. There was no space left between their bodies, and the soft and very thin fabric of what was left of Shinichi's costume wasn't much of a barrier. Shinichi's breaths quickened, and he shivered, though he wasn't at all cold anymore. If anything, he was beginning to feel rather hot. He shifted, pressing himself more firmly against his thief.
Kaito smirked. "I think someone's not being honest~."
"Oh be quiet," Shinichi grumbled, hiding his face in the crook of Kaito's neck. His embarrassment, however, didn't stop him from surreptitiously loosening Kaito's tie and undoing the buttons on his dress shirt.
Chuckling, Kaito stepped back just enough to give himself the room to shrug off his shirt and toss it aside (his tie vanished, but some corner of Shinichi's mind noted that it didn't reappear. Odd). Then he yanked Shinichi back into another heated kiss.
Lips locked and tongues slid and tangled in a growing hunger fueled by the rush of adrenaline still pumping through their veins from their escapade downstairs. Shinichi shivered as the last of his costume slipped from his body, leaving him bare to Kaito's eager hands. He moaned into the kiss, feeling like he was going to melt. He didn't think his legs were going to hold him up much longer, but Kaito solved that problem by scooping him up and dropping him on the bed. He bounced a little on the soft, springy mattress. Feeling only soft sheets against his bare skin and not the fancy stitching of the overly ornate bedcovers, he spared a glance around to find that said bedcovers were neatly folded on the other side of the vast expanse of said bed. When had Kaito found time to do that? The question flitted across Shinichi's mind, but it was chased away before it could take root by the more pressing matter of the man crawling on top of him.
Shinichi gasped and arched up against his thief. Kaito was touching him everywhere, hands gliding across sensitive skin, finding all his most sensitive places and teasing them mercilessly until Shinichi's' head was spinning in a happy haze of pleasure and want.
A hot mouth latched onto a spot at the base of his neck, and Shinichi let out a sigh that bordered on a moan, tilting his head to give Kaito better access. The thief twined their fingers together, pressing their hands down against the mattress to either side of the detective's head as he nipped and licked and sucked, determined to leave his mark. Smirking, he bit down hard, making Shinichi yelp. The magician took advantage of the distraction to tug Shinichi's hands up and pin them above his head. A few deft moves, and he had Shinichi's hands secured to the headboard.
That done, he sat back and grinned down at the detective (who was blinking up at him with the most adorably confused expression), eyeing the prominent hickey he'd left on Shinichi's pale neck with approval. The sight of his mark on Shinichi's skin sent a spike of arousal straight to his cock, and he dove back in to make another.
"K—Kai~!" Shinichi gasped, tugging ineffectually against his bonds (which felt suspiciously like Kaito's tie) as he squirmed against the strong hands now holding his hips down, keeping him still as Kaito left yet another hickey on his neck.
Kaito ran his tongue over the latest mark he'd made before moving up to brush his lips over Shinichi's.
"Hush," he murmured before stealing another, much deeper kiss that left Shinichi dazed and panting for breath.
Kaito shifted lower, determined to leave no spot on his detective's body untouched. Shinichi moaned, delighting in the attention but craving more. Kaito smirked against Shinichi's stomach as he felt the detective writhe against his hold in an attempt to get closer. Drawing back, he drank in the sight of Shinichi splayed out underneath him, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, and pale skin peppered with love bites—all courtesy of yours truly. Kaito's already hard member throbbed in approval.
He took another moment to just admire his handiwork, chuckling when Shinichi whimpered, before he snagged the tube of lube he'd stashed under the folded bedcovers. Then he spread Shinichi's legs wide.
Shinichi blushed, peering up at Kaito between his spread knees. Maybe it made no sense, considering everything they had done together, but there was still something embarrassing about having Kaito staring at him like that as he lay there very exposed—embarrassing but also rather arousing. He liked being the center of Kaito's attention.
His embarrassment was soon eclipsed by the feel of a hot mouth wrapped around his length, licking and sucking as long fingers pressed into him, thrusting deeper and deeper with each push and pull, prying apart his sensitive walls. Preparing him for his magician's cock. The thought sent a shudder of excitement up his spine as a fresh blush rose in his cheeks, and his muscles clenched involuntarily around Kaito's fingers.
"So eager," Kaito chuckled as he shifted to suck on a spot on Shinichi's inner thigh, teasing. Just before he presses his fingers hard against that spot he knew would make Shinichi scream. His detective let out a sharp cry as his body jerked and arched in helpless pleasure. And Kaito presses forward eagerly as Shinichi opens up beneath him with desperate little mewling pleas that the thief simply cannot resist.
Removing his fingers, Kaito shifted to press the tip of his aching arousal against Shinichi's twitching hole.
Shinichi gasped as Kaito's large cock pressed into him, filling him. Kaito stilled once he was fully sheathed inside his lover, relishing the way his detective's inner muscles clenched deliciously tight around Kaito's pulsing cock as though trying to keep him inside. The breathless moan of pleasure that escaped Shinichi's lips as he adjusted to the intrusion tickled Kaito's eardrums, sweet and enticing. His Shin-chan was perfect.
Pulling out almost all the way, Kaito thrust back into his beloved again, slow and deep. Shinichi's hips bucked in an attempt to meet his thrusts, but Kaito's grip on his hips tightened, holding him still as the thief kept firm control over their pace.
"Kaito," Shinichi whimpered, half in protest at the excruciatingly slow pace and half in pleasure as Kaito's cock ground hard against his sweet spot. He tossed his head back, spasming around the hard length buried inside him.
"Now, now," Kaito purred, unable to suppress a self-satisfied grin. "Patience, Love. We have all night to play. No need to rush."
Kaito's words were accompanied by another slow, deep thrust that had Shinichi mewling. The thief's grin grew, becoming something rather more wicked. He was in the mood to savor. And, well, frankly he enjoyed making his detective squirm and beg for more. Right now, he knew that Shinichi was focused entirely on him and only him.
Shinichi moaned as Kaito thrust into him again. Sparks of pleasure danced up and down his nerves every time Kaito moved, but he wanted more. He wiggled his hips in an attempt to get Kaito to hurry up. He let out a frustrated whine when all that got him was a low chuckle. The stupid thief was obviously enjoying tormenting him like this (not that Shinichi wasn't enjoying it too, but Shinichi didn't know how much more of this teasing he could take—not that he had much choice. He felt like he was slowly going crazy with need—the need to be ravished, to feel Kaito pounding into him, claiming him, filling him with his thief's hot essence).
"Kai, please," he gasped, hands twisting helplessly against Kaito's expertly knotted tie as he all but writhed. Fever bright blue eyes locked with Kaito's. "Kaito."
That desperate little whimper was too much for even the Kaitou KID's iron self control. With a growl, he surged forward, fingers digging into Shinichi's hips. Kaito's next thrust plowed into the detective hard and fast.
The cry of pleasure that tore itself from Shinichi's lips went straight to Kaito's cock. In a blink, he went from slow and steady to fast and rough, each deep thrust sending waves of pleasure through his lover that had Shinichi arching off the bed as he screamed Kaito's name. His cries only served to encourage his thief (not that Shinichi was complaining).
By now, neither of them was thinking about anything beyond the immediate moment, lost in the heated rhythm and the pure ecstasy of their dance.
Unable to withstand the onslaught of stimulation any longer, Shinichi came first. Making a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a growl as he felt Shinichi's already deliciously tight heat clamp down around his cock like a velvet vice, Kaito managed a few last thrusts before releasing himself deep inside his beloved. Shinichi shuddered and squirmed in pleasure at the sensation of being so utterly full of Kaito. The thought made him blush in mild embarrassment, but it didn't stop him from letting out a whine of protest when his thief pulled gently out of him.
Smiling softly, Kaito reached up to untie Shinichi's hands then gathered the detective against his chest. "I was wondering if you wanted to try out the Jacuzzi."
The idea was definitely attractive, but Shinichi knew he wouldn't be able to walk any time soon. And it would be too embarrassing to have to ask Kaito to carry him. The bathroom wasn't really that far away though. A few more minutes of cuddling, and maybe he'd be able to make his own way there without totally embarrassing himself. Shinichi was still contemplating this course of action when Kaito hopped out of bed and scooped him up into a bridal carry without a by your leave.
"Hey!" he protested, but Kaito just pivoted and strode towards the suite's enormous bathroom.
"You were taking too long to decide," he said. "You're kind of obligated to try it out any way."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Didn't you promise Suzuki-san a review? You can't do that if you don't try out the amenities."
"Oh." Shinichi blinked. "I guess you have a point."
Kaito laughed. "Of course. I always do."
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Shinichi woke the following morning feeling warm, happy, and much more well-rested than he had been in a long time.
He was also a little sore, but he didn't mind. If anything, it just made him want to blush.
Kaito had made coffee, so the two of them enjoyed a cup each before reluctantly parting ways. Kaito headed for the roof while Shinichi headed down to the breakfast buffet where he was supposed to be meeting up with Ran, her father, and Sonoko. The girls were already there when he arrived, but Kogoro was nowhere to be seen.
"Dad's still asleep. He drank a little too much last night," Ran explained, looking embarrassed on her father's behalf. "I'll bring some coffee up for him after we eat."
"Oh," Shinichi said because there really was nothing else polite to say to that. Not, granted, that Mouri Kogoro's behavior was anything new or unexpected.
Shinichi got himself a coffee and a piece of buttered toast only to be sent right back to the long buffet counters by a combination of Ran's disapproving looks and Sonoko's demand that he try more items so that he could tell people how good they were when he wrote his review. He thought about pointing out that she was assuming he would think the food was all good, but he knew better. Fortunately for him (for a variety of reasons, only the second of which was that he had to eat it), the food really was quite delicious. That didn't stop him from feeling overstuffed after being ordered to eat a bite of everything.
"Did you try all six flavors of syrup?" Sonoko asked. "I was thinking about swapping the maple or the blueberry for something more exotic."
"I think you should keep them," Shinichi said hastily, hoping the girl didn't notice that he hadn't actually answered her initial question. "Exotic flavors might be fun for some people, but the classics are classic for a reason."
"I guess that's true," Sonoko conceded.
"So I heard some people outside saying they saw ghosts last night," Shinichi said quickly before Sonoko could demand that he try another dish. "Do either of you have any idea what they were talking about?"
Sonoko grinned. "Oh yeah, you left early so you didn't see them!"
"Them?" Shinichi echoed, pretending to be clueless.
"The ghosts," Sonoko replied. "They showed up around midnight for a spin around the dance floor. I guess my parties are just that good. It was amazing! You really missed out. There was all this mystical blue fire. I wish I'd thought to tape it, but it was all just so sudden."
"How much did you have to drink last night?"
Sonoko scowled. "I wasn't drunk. Ran saw the whole thing too. And so did everyone else there."
Shinichi turned to Ran, who shivered.
"I don't want to talk about it," she said. "It was really creepy."
"No it wasn't," Sonoko countered before letting out a dreamy sigh. "It was romantic."
"How can ghosts be romantic?" Shinichi asked, honestly confused now. Then again, the way Sonoko's mind worked never failed to confuse him.
The petit girl sniffed. "Someone like you wouldn't understand. You wouldn't recognize romance if it bit you."
Shinichi rolled his eyes and turned back to Ran. "Was anyone hurt?"
She shook her head. "No. Or at least no one's said anything."
"Well that's good at least.
They spent the rest of the morning discussing the 'ghosts'. Shinichi theorized about how the illusion might have been pulled off (much to Sonoko's annoyance). Since Kaito, with all his magician's secrecy, hadn't actually shared any of the details, Shinichi could theorize to his heart's content. And he was actually quite enjoying himself as he questioned Ran on the details and proposed a variety of explanations. His suggestions were clearly chasing away some of Ran's fears even With Sonoko slipping in snide comments and proposing theories of her own for why the ghosts had to have been real.
It wasn't until they rose to head up to Kogoro's room that Shinichi realized how normal the whole morning had felt. And he admitted to himself that Ran was right about making peace with Sonoko. While they clashed on multiple levels, and they would likely never understand one another, she was still a friend whose presence in his life he had missed.
People really were strange creatures at times, he reflected.
For some reason, the thought made him smile.
-To be Continued-
Notes: I think I know what the remaining arcs of this story are going to be now. Though I'm still working out the details.