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

Pairing: KaitoxShinichi

Chapter Rating: M

Lure

Chapter 15 - Alone Time

Shinichi was not particularly surprised when he answered the knocking at his door to find Kaito standing outside.

No, wait, he was surprised. It wasn't at the fact that Kaito was there though. He was extremely shocked that the magician thief had actually knocked. This was, what, the very first time since ever that Kaito had actually knocked instead of just barging in as he pleased.

"Is there something on my face?"

Blue eyes blinked in confusion. "Um, no?"

"So then are you going to just stand and stare at me, or are you going to let me in? Unless you're hiding something in there you don't want me to see?"

"I'm not you," the detective said, rolling his eyes and stepping aside. "So, um, have you had dinner yet?"

"With the Nakamoris, yes. How about you?"

Shinichi sighed. "I ate with Ran's family. It was like trying to eat in a warzone."

"That bad huh?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"Ah. Nice rooms, by the way."

Shinichi snorted. "Don't pretend you didn't arrange for it to turn out this way. How did you manage it anyway?"

"Oh just this and that. It was nothing really. I just wanted to make sure we'd be able to enjoy ourselves. And since we can't exactly be seen together at the restaurants and whatnot, a suite was much more practical."

Shinichi fought down a blush as he moved to the kitchenette. "You certainly do think of everything, don't you. Would you like some coffee?"

"Do they have hot chocolate?"

"Let me check." Shinichi flipped through the items piled in the basket next to the coffeemaker. He came up a moment later with a brown packet. "I guess they do. It'll take a few minutes for the water to boil though."

"No need to rush." Kaito flashed the detective a smile before moving to make a quick circuit of all the rooms to make sure nothing was amiss. He didn't really expect there to be anything untoward around, but it didn't hurt to be careful. There were several rather large seascapes on the walls, but he was happy to find no signs of scales or fins anywhere. That was good.

Once he was done checking all the nooks and crannies, he sat down on the couch in front of the TV. Shinichi joined him with two mugs in hand.

"Here."

"Thanks." Kaito smiled, accepting one mug and wrapping his free arm around Shinichi's waist.

They watched a movie, letting the comfort of each other's presence soothe away the stresses of the day. Even when he finished his coffee, Shinichi found himself reluctant to move from his place curled up against Kaito's side with his head resting on the magician's shoulder. So he just cradled his empty mug and relaxed. Suddenly the tension and irritation from earlier that day seemed like nothing but distant memories. All that mattered was that he was here now. With Kaito.

The thief was also taking the chance to clear his mind and let his nerves settle. He'd been tense all day because of those wretched scaly horrors. Though he had been ready for them, it didn't mean he enjoyed being in their presence. But it had been worth the effort, he thought, smiling down at the top of Shinichi's head. The road ahead was going to be a bumpy one, but he knew they would make it. He wouldn't accept anything else, and he was sure that Shinichi wouldn't either.

The movie ended, and suddenly there was a koi fish on the screen as the channel began to advertise the resort they were currently at. It was swimming straight towards the camera. Its fishy face filled the screen.

Kaito snatched the remote from its spot on the table by his own and Shinichi's empty mugs and turned the television off.

His sudden movement startled Shinichi out of the half doze he'd fallen into. The detective looked around quickly, half expecting some kind of attack (maybe of camera-wielding journalists or some random psychopath. With his life, it wasn't impossible). Seeing nothing, he turned to Kaito. "Is something wrong?"

Kaito laughed a little, reaching over to ruffle Shinichi's hair. "No, or at least not right now." He heaved a melodramatic sigh. "I am simply surrounded by those scaly, bug-eyed horrors. I hope you appreciate what I'm doing for you."

Blue eyes softened, though there was a gleam of humor in them too. Of all the myriad of frightening things a person could have a phobia for, it just figured that Kaito's would be something as ridiculous and unexpected as fish. Honestly, the man made a habit of jumping off skyscrapers! What was a fish compared to that? But it was sweet that he was willing to face his fears for them. That knowledge made Shinichi feel warm and more than a little bit giddy.

It was also making him feel a bit…

He blushed and ducked his head, curling closer to Kaito's side.

Kaito was still rambling. "And do you know what they tried to serve me at dinner? Hell, there was only one item on that whole menu that was edible! Absolutely atrocious! It took a whole five minutes to get it through their thick skulls that I didn't want any of their awful specials! And don't even get me started on the décor. They—"

"Okay Kai, I get it," Shinichi said before the magician could really dig into the subject of the restaurant decoration. Fond exasperation made him smile. "You don't like this place. And I'm very grateful for what you're doing. How can I make it up to you?"

Kaito immediately forgot all about fishy horrors. "I can think of a few good ways," he all but purred. The arm he had around Shinichi shifted lower. A thumb began to rub circles on the detective's hip.

Turning, Shinichi leaned up and pressed his lips to the thief's.

The kiss was slow and lingering. Neither of them was in a hurry. They were simply enjoying the intimacy.

Gently prying Shinichi's lips apart, Kaito deepened the kiss. Tongues twined in a languid dance.

"I forgot to mention, I also got a cake earlier," Shinichi murmured against the magician's lips (the hint of chocolate there having served as a reminder).

Kaito hummed, stealing another kiss. "Oh? What kind?"

Shinichi snorted. "Do you even have to ask? It's chocolate, obviously."

"Sounds tasty."

"Should I go get it?"

"Hmmm."

"You're really thinking about it," Shinichi observed, pouting despite himself.

Kaito chuckled. "What, jealous?"

"Of cake? Of course not. That would be stupid," the detective scoffed. "Well it's in the fridge if you want it." Shinichi made to stand, but Kaito pulled him back, arms tightening around the detective's slim waist.

"It can wait," Kaito said firmly, leaning in to recapture Shinichi's lips. "I'd rather have you."

"Well that's nice to know." Shinichi might have said more, but the tongue invading his mouth didn't give him much of a chance. Not that he minded. The kiss this time was much more heated. He moaned softly into it, wrapping his arms around Kaito's neck.

Now sitting straddling Kaito's lap, he could feel that Kaito was aroused, and his own body grew hot in response, excited tremors racing up and down his spine.

Calloused hands slid up under his shirt. His own hands slipped down, plucking at the buttons on the thief's dress shirt—blue like his KID shirt, the analytical part of his mind noted, though several shades darker. Both shirts flopped softly over one arm of the couch. Hands wandered over exposed skin. They both shifted closer, eager for more contact.

Breaking the kiss, Kaito trailed his lips along the line of Shinichi's jaw before moving to lick and suck on the sensitive skin of the detective's neck. Shinichi tilted his head to give him better access as his own hands slid over the flat planes of Kaito's chest. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips. Shifting lower, he tugged on the magician's zipper. He wrinkled his nose in annoyance when it seemed to be stuck.

Kaito chuckled against the side of his neck. "Let me." He scraped his teeth over Shinichi's collarbone.

The detective squeaked. Though he was distracted for only an instant, when he turned his attention back, he discovered that the rest of their clothes had gone missing. He spluttered.

"How did you do that?"

"Tsk, tsk. A magician never reveals his secrets~."

"Have you been tampering with my clothes?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

Shinichi eyed him suspiciously before deciding to let the issue drop (though he made a note to carefully examine each article in his wardrobe when he got home). Instead, he shifted, pulling away from his partner completely.

Kaito raised a curious eyebrow. "Shinichi?"

Shinichi didn't answer as he slid down so that he was kneeling on the floor and leaned over until he was at eye level with the magician's erect member. He blushed, thinking of how it was going to feel when that was inside him. But first…

Bracing himself, he hesitated for a brief instance before giving Kaito's member a tentative lick. Hearing the magician's breath hitch, he brushed his lips over the tip before taking the stiff length into his mouth.

Kaito's breath hissed between his teeth. Half-lidded indigo eyes watched with rapt attention. A tongue flicked out to lick his lips.

While he was enjoying the feel of that hot, wet mouth on him, he couldn't help but notice that his detective seemed a bit distracted. Was that a muffled gasp? Curious, he leaned over, running a hand through soft, black hair.

That was when he noticed that Shinichi was only using one hand to help himself stay balanced. His other hand was—oh. Indigo eyes widened a fraction. So that was where the tube of lube he'd dropped on the couch had gone. He'd thought they'd accidentally knocked it off, but it seemed his detective had appropriated it.

He couldn't tear his eyes away. There was something incredibly arousing about seeing Shinichi preparing himself for him.

Shinichi let out a soft surprised cry when a pair of hands on his shoulders suddenly pushed him back. Kaito's member slid out of his mouth. A hand caught his chin, tilting his head up. Then Kaito's mouth was on his again, hot and demanding.. His own hands came up to tangle in messy locks. The next thing he knew, he was being pulled back up onto the couch.

The thief made a low, almost guttural noise in his throat. "I want you. Now."

Shinichi blushed, letting out a slightly breathless laugh. "You're being rather impatient." Despite his words, he shifted so that he was on his knees, straddling Kaito's lap.

Kaito responded with a rather predatory grin. His calloused hands slid up Shinichi's thighs to his hips, helping to guide him into position. Shinichi found himself holding his breath as he felt Kaito at his entrance. His eyelids fluttered. He tried to relax as much as he could as he lowered himself onto his lover's waiting cock. The soft couch cushions hardly offered much support though. It didn't help either that his legs were quivering. He slipped. Gravity took over, and he let out a half gasp, half cry as he dropped, abruptly taking the rest of Kaito's stiff length inside himself. Muscles clenched at the sudden intrusion. It was hot and it was big and the sudden strain in his bottom was really bordering on painful—but it was good too.

Kaito swallowed a moan. Shinichi was a burning vice stretched tight around him. All he wanted to do at that moment was to pin his detective to the couch and pound into him for all he was worth, but he restrained himself. Shinichi was clinging to him, panting breaths puffing warm and damp against the crook of his neck. Kaito wondered if Shinichi realized how enticing that was. Like his cute little detective was just asking for more.

To distract them both as his partner adjusted, he slid his palms up and down Shinichi's sides, feeling the warm skin quiver at his touch. Long fingers danced over smooth, pale thighs then trailed up to pinch and tweak at pert nipples. Shinichi gasped and squirmed.

The slight friction from the movement made them both groan. It wasn't enough. Shinichi braced his hands on Kaito's shoulders for balance. He lifted himself up, feeling his lover's cock pull slowly out of him, rubbing against all the sensitive spots inside him. Then he was sliding back down again. Each pull and push sent electric tingles along their nerves. The rhythm started slow as they both fumbled to coordinate their movements.

Then Kaito lay back against the overstuffed couch cushions for better leverage. His fingers dug into Shinichi's hips as he thrust upward into the detective. Shinichi cried out as Kaito rammed squarely into that spot that sent a jolt of pleasure through his body and sent sparks across his vision. His knees turned to jelly, but Kaito had control of the rhythm now, and all Shinichi could do was ride it.

Catching the smug gleam in his thief's indigo eyes, Shinichi canted his hips in just the right way to allow Kaito in a little deeper. A small smirk flitted across his face as his messy-haired lover made a noise that was almost a growl, hands tightening possessively on his hips. But the expression fell away quickly as the rhythm of their heated dance intensified. In, out, in—

He hung on for as long as he could, but the end still came all too soon. With Kaito's name on his lips, he came hard. The cry melted into a moan as he felt Kaito come inside him. He collapsed against Kaito's chest, panting for breath.

Neither of them moved for several minutes, just basking in the afterglow and the warmth of being wrapped in each other's arms.

"I love you."

Shinichi blinked open eyes he hadn't consciously closed. A soft smile ghosted across his face, and he turned his head slightly so that he could place a soft, chaste kiss on Kaito's cheek. "I love you too."

A soft, comfortable silence fell over them. Shinichi snuggled closer to his thief, content. But reality was a rude thing, and it insisted on poking him out of his warm daze.

"We should decide what we're going to do," he said reluctantly. "Tomorrow."

Kaito sighed. "I don't want to think about that right now."

"But…" He trailed off as indigo eyes caught his. Their gaze was soft and dark with passion.

"All I want to think about right now, tonight, is you."

Shinichi blushed. "I…"

Warm lips covered his, stemming the words he didn't know how to shape. But, he thought, perhaps that was okay. This feeling growing in his chest… It was something he couldn't express in words even if he had a hundred years to try. It was a longing and a hope, a dream and a sorrow, warm and joyful and sweet yet terribly, overwhelmingly frightening too.

But he didn't want to think about that right now either—didn't want to think about tomorrow, the future, and all those other things that could never be certain. He didn't want to think about anything at all right now. All he wanted –all he needed—to think about right now was Kaito. Right here.

Right now.

This.

Them.

He moaned loudly, a hot flush rising in his cheeks. Kaito was hard again—and still inside him.

He let out a confused whimper in protest when Kaito shifted, pulling out of him. The whimper turned into a squeak and his hold on the magician tightened as Kaito stood up abruptly. The magician was quick to adjust his grip. With the detective secure in his grasp, he made a beeline for the bedroom.

Dropping Shinichi on the bed, Kaito crawled on top of him, pinning the detective's wrists to the mattress with one hand as he caught his lips in a hungry, searing kiss. He used his free hand to spread Shinichi's legs. Then he was thrusting back into that delicious, velvet heat. Shinichi's back arched and his legs wrapped eagerly around his thief's waist.

Kaito smirked against the side of Shinichi's neck. "I like it when you scream my name."

Shinichi tossed his head back, doing just that as his lover's hard length filled him again and again.

Their lovemaking continued well into the night.

-TBC-