Disclaimer: I do not own Detective Conan/Case Closed.
Pairing: KaitoxShinichi
Rating: M
When the Fox Comes Calling
Chapter 4 - Love and Logic
Shinichi desperately needed to go to the bathroom. He felt like he'd downed a whole gallon of water. It was that one all consuming need that had him forcing his wobbly and unresponsive body out of bed (wait, this was his bed? How had he gotten here and when? Hadn't he been somewhere else?) and towards the bathroom. The world around him swam, and the ground beneath him heaved and rocked like the deck of a ship at high sea. He felt like he was going to vomit.
When he got to the bathroom, he did vomit. Thankfully, he managed to reach the toilet bowl just in time. He spent the next hour locked in the bathroom. A good brush with a lot of mint toothpaste and a hot shower, taken with painstaking slowness due to a head that refused to stop spinning and muscles that felt like they had been completely drained of energy, had him feeling if not exactly well then at least not quite as awful as he had when he had woken up. It also gave him time to sort through his jumbled memories in an attempt to figure out what had happened and how he had gotten home.
He remembered being abducted and then force fed some kind of odd pill—one out of twelve formulas, if he didn't miss his guess. He remembered the…effects of the pill too and Sylva's leering face. He shuddered at the memory of fear and that horrible sense of utter helplessness. Ran always told him he needed to be more careful ("Everyone makes mistakes," she'd pointed out once after he had landed himself in the hospital by confronting a child kidnapper only to realize a fraction too late that the man had an accomplice. "And the ability to kick someone's teeth in or hit a target with a soccer ball from twenty paces off isn't going to get you out of every nasty situation you throw yourself into!"). If KID hadn't shown up when he did…
That's right. He stared blankly at the bathroom's tiled wall as his thoughts cleared a bit more with the shock of recollection. Kaitou KID had rescued him. How had KID even known he needed help? Let alone where to find him? Well, maybe that didn't matter exactly. Shinichi should just be glad that the thief had known and had come, however it had happened. The fox hybrid had even brought him home and apparently changed him into pajamas and tucked him into bed.
A slow blush rose in Shinichi's face, and he turned to duck his head under the spray of the shower in an attempt to wash away his embarrassment.
With bits and pieces of his memories coming back, he could recall all too well the way he'd all but wrapped himself around the fox hybrid. He could remember burying his nose in the crook of the thief's neck—could remember KID's scent, like wood smoke and summer nights. Even the memory of it made him shiver and his knees go weak. Was the drug still affecting him? Maybe, but he couldn't be sure. Though he'd never admitted it even to himself until now, he'd always been drawn to KID's scent. The thief typically wore other scents to mask his own, but Shinichi had long ago unconsciously picked out what he had suspected and now knew for sure was the fox's real scent from the complex mix of odors the thief generally employed. The memory of that scent washing over him as the thief's strong arms held him close made him feel nervous and excited all at once in a way he really would rather not think about. Except he couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.
People always said that the more attracted you were to someone, the more strongly their scent tended to affect you. But KID had, as far as Shinichi could remember, been his usual Poker Faced self throughout the previous night's debacle. Did that mean that the thief's many advances towards Shinichi really were just part of the game? Shinichi had always told himself that it had to be so, but, deep down, some part of him must have hoped otherwise because he couldn't stop the surge of what he could only call disappointment that flooded through him now.
"Don't be stupid," he told himself as he got out of the shower and began drying himself off. It wasn't like he'd wanted anything to happen. Shinichi didn't approve of those people who slept with each other just because they were in heat or rutting. Such behavior, he thought, was base and unacceptable. Just because humans now shared some of the physical characteristics of wild animals didn't mean they had to behave like wild animals. If KID had taken advantage of the situation last night, Shinichi didn't think he would ever have been able to look at the thief the same way again. He wanted KID to stay as someone he could respect. So no, he was glad nothing like that had happened. But at the same time, he kind of wished the thief had shown some kind of reaction—just a bit so that Shinichi wouldn't feel like such a fool for falling for the man.
There. He'd admitted it. Now maybe he could work on getting over it.
"It's better this way," he said fiercely to his reflection in the mirror. "It's not like it could ever work out. You know that."
And now he was talking to himself. Great.
Sighing, he swung towards the door and nearly face-planted into it as his world tilted sideways. He staggered and caught the edge of the sink to steady himself. Clearly, whatever they had drugged him with was still in his system. He wondered if he should go to the hospital but dismissed the idea for now. He was feeling better, so that meant he was improving. Better to observe himself a little longer. He really would prefer not to have to go to the hospital if he didn't have to.
Best get something to eat then. He could just be faint from hunger. It had certainly been a long time since he'd last eaten anything substantial.
Making his way downstairs took considerably longer than it would have had he been feeling more himself. If he tried to move any faster though, he knew he would end up pitching head first down the steps. It gave Shinichi plenty of time to review the contents of his refrigerator in his mind and decide that he should just make stew. He was still considering what kind of stew, however, when his nose and ears twitched and he froze in mid step at the bottom of the stairs.
He could smell chicken vegetable soup. It was the canned kind you just had to heat, but it nevertheless made his mouth water. But he most certainly had not put anything on the stove in the recent past. Furthermore, he could hear movement from his kitchen.
There was someone in his house.
And whoever it is had made soup?
It could be Ran, Shinichi thought, except that he knew Ran and Sonoko were going to some kind of sale today in another city. They should already be on the road. Besides, Ran wouldn't have known he was feeling off kilter unless KID had called her, which Shinichi highly doubted he had done.
KID! It had to be him, But…why?
Shinichi took a deep breath then began creeping towards the kitchen, wondering if maybe some weirdo had broken into his house to cook himself a meal. It would make about as much sense as the Kaitou KID hanging around for hours in a detective's house to heat soup.
Maybe he was hungry, the still disoriented part of Shinichi's mind suggested, and he found himself suppressing a giggle. He paused to recollect himself again. If it really was KID in his kitchen, Shinichi didn't want to make a fool of himself by going over there lightheaded. He'd already made enough of a fool of himself last night.
Oh god, last night. He blushed and almost turned right around and went back upstairs. In the end, however, he continued on into the kitchen, though, if asked, he couldn't have said what made him do so.
Despite having already concluded that the person most likely to be warming soup in his kitchen was Kaitou KID, Shinichi was still shocked to see said fox hybrid, fully decked out in suit, cape, hat and monocle, standing in his kitchen and—
Juggling kitchen knives.
"What are you doing?!" he exclaimed. He took a step forward to stop the thief then thought better of it and took a step back. "That's dangerous!"
KID cast him a clearly amused look and promptly snatched all eight knives out of the air. Seven of those knives ended up lined up neatly according to size on the countertop without Shinichi having seen how they landed there. The last, KID twirled through his fingers before he used it to finish reducing the carrots on the cutting board in front of him into perfectly equal cubes. Then those perfect orange cubes were being dumped into the simmering pot on the stove, and the thief was pressing a protesting Shinichi into a chair at the dining table.
"I thought you'd need something to eat," the thief said as though this explained everything. In some ways, maybe it did. "I am sad to say that gourmet cooking is not among my many fortes, but I figured canned soup was better than nothing. I added some vegetables I found in your fridge for good measure."
Shinichi blinked. "…Huh?"
"Questionable drugs and empty stomachs don't go well together. You really should know that."
"I, well, yeah, but…" Shinichi continued to stutter, not sure if it was the fuzz rising up over his thoughts again or just persistent shock that was tying his tongue in knots because it couldn't be the warm fuzzy feeling of having the fox hybrid making him food.
"You…you're still here," was the admittedly lame but coherent sentiment that he finally managed to get out before another wave of nausea and vertigo had him nearly tumbling out of his seat, breath hissing out between clenched teeth. He would have fallen if not for the pair of strong hands that were suddenly gripping his shoulders, steadying him.
"—tei-kun!" a voice in the distance a long, long way off was saying. "Tantei-kun, what's wrong? Shinichi!"
It was the sound of that voice calling his name with such open panic that allowed Shinichi to drag himself out of the haze trying to devour his mind. His awareness returned, and he realized with a start that he was leaning against the thief's chest with the fox's arms wrapped protectively around him. He instantly turned bright red and tried to pull away, but another dizzying wave thwarted the attempt, and he wound up leaning even more heavily into the thief's embrace. This clearly did not reassure said thief that Shinichi was all right.
"I'm fine," the detective insisted anyway. "Just—a little dizzy."
The thief's grip only tightened. "Do you want to go to the hospital?"
"No!" Shinichi yelped, making another attempt to pull away. "No hospitals." He'd never liked hospitals. But the aversion struck him even harder than usual now as he remembered that dreadful feeling of lying on that examination bed in nothing but a hospital gown while Sylva and Scarlet plotted and schemed over his fate.
The fox seemed to sense something of his unease because he was quick to assure Shinichi that he would not take him to a hospital if he didn't want to go.
"But tell me if you start feeling worse," he added, holding Shinichi at arm's length and staring hard into his eyes. "We don't know what they drugged you with. There's no point taking unnecessary risks with your health."
Ridiculously touched by the thief's concern, Shinichi agreed.
KID gave him one more long, searching look before letting him go to go check on the stew.
The detective found himself wishing that KID would come back and hold him a little longer. It had felt nice, having the thief's arms around him.
A blush crept into Shinichi's cheeks, and he hastily dragged his gaze from the thief making him stew and focused it instead on the dining table. It was really a very nice table. The grain of the wood formed quite a pretty pattern.
Shinichi was focusing so hard on the patterns in the wood (and therefore not on KID's presence in his kitchen) that he nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone started ringing. He hadn't even noticed that his cell phone had been sitting on the far corner of the table (how had it gotten there anyway? He couldn't remember putting it there. Actually, he couldn't remember getting it back from his kidnappers at all. In truth, it hadn't even occurred to him to look for it when he'd been caught up in the need to escape. That probably meant he had KID to thank for its reappearance in his house. He'd need to thank the thief for that—as well as for everything else).
"Are you going to answer that?" KID asked, breaking Shinichi out of his thoughts.
"O—oh, uh, yeah." Embarrassed, Shinichi snatched the phone in question and did just that. "Hello?"
"Shinichi!" exclaimed a voice he recognized as Ran's. She sounded simultaneously worried and relieved. "Where have you been? We've been trying to reach you since last night!"
"You have?" he asked blankly. Later, he would blame his slow thought processes on the distraction in white and the drug still messing with his system.
"Of course we have," Ran snapped, now sounding annoyed. "You never showed up at the heist. When KID didn't show up either, Sonoko thought everyone must have misinterpreted his most recent heist notice, and she was sure you'd figured out the real answer and gone to meet KID without telling us. But then her uncle got that message from KID saying he was canceling, and you still weren't answering your phone. So naturally we thought you'd run into a case again. But I got Dad to call Megure-keibu to check, and he told us no one in his department had seen you."
Shinichi winced. "I'm sorry. I wasn't feeling well. I should have notified you guys, but I, er…sort of forgot. I didn't hear the phone ring at all."
"It was that bad?" Now Ran sounded concerned. "Do you need me to come over?"
"No!" Shinichi yelped as images of Ran walking in to see the Kaitou KID in his house filled his head. Then he realized how weird that would sound and tried again. "I mean no, that's all right, though thank you for the thought. I took medication and feel a lot better today. Besides, didn't you and Sonoko already have plans?"
"I…guess if you're sure," Ran said doubtfully.
"I am. Besides, I wouldn't want you to catch whatever I got."
"Right. Well, if you won't let me come over, you at least have to promise me you'll eat some proper food. No coffee and toast. Your body will need actual nourishment to recover."
"I know," he assured her. "And I promise. I plan to take it easy today anyway."
"Good. But call if you start to feel worse again, all right?"
"I will."
Once the call had ended, Shinichi let out a long sigh of mixed weariness and chagrin. Though, strictly speaking, he hadn't actually lied to Ran, he knew that he hadn't really been honest either, and he felt guilty about it. At the same time, all that telling her the whole story would accomplish would be to make her freak out about something that none of them could change. The past couldn't be undone after all, and fretting about it would get no one anywhere worth going.
Even as Shinichi thought that, however, an image of Sylva leaning over him flashed across his mind's eye, and he shuddered. Hastily, he pushed the memory aside. Nothing had happened, he reminded himself. And nothing would. It was over. It was done. Just don't think about it.
He had more important things to think about right now—namely the fox hybrid who'd just set a steaming bowl down on the table in front of him.
Shinichi noticed that KID wasn't wearing his gloves. It was probably to be expected, seeing as preparing food with his KID gloves on would have been a bit unhygienic. But still, wasn't the thief worried about leaving fingerprints? It was KID though. He'd probably already made plans to clean up after himself. If there was one thing the fox hybrid was good at, it was making evidence disappear.
"I recommend letting it cool a little before you try to eat," said KID.
Shinichi wondered again if he was dreaming. He felt like he was. And if he wasn't, he thought, he should be because this entire situation was simply too strange to be real.
Not that it wasn't kind of…nice.
"What about you?" he asked, looking from the bowl of soup to KID, who had taken the seat across from him.
"I ate earlier," the thief assured him.
"Oh. That's…that's good."
KID chuckled, and Shinichi blushed. He lifted a spoonful of soup and blew on it gently. Then he attempted a sip only to discover that it was still too hot to drink.
KID pushed a glass of water across the table without a word. Shinichi accepted it gratefully and downed half the contents in three quick gulps, soothing his burning tongue.
"Thanks," he muttered.
KID smiled. "My pleasure."
Shinichi ducked his head. He could still feel the thief's eyes on him though, and it was making him feel caught somewhere between nervous and oddly tingly on top of the lightheadedness already messing with his thought processes.
Looking for a distraction, he recalled something Ran had said during their admittedly brief conversation.
"Um, Ran said you canceled your heist last night…?" he ventured.
"I did," the thief agreed amiably. "It was more important to make sure you were all right."
Shinichi's heart skipped a beat as the thief's words caused another bubble of happiness to rise up inside him. He squashed it down again, reminding himself firmly that KID was a decent person with a policy against letting people get hurt. He wasn't giving Shinichi special treatment. He was just following his own code of proper conduct.
Still…
"Thank you," Shinichi said, looking the thief straight in the eyes. "For getting me out of there."
KID's expression grew somber. "I'm glad I got there in time."
Shinichi was infinitely glad too.
"By the by, do you have any idea who those people were?" the thief asked.
Shinichi grimaced. "Sort of but not really."
"Well that made sense."
"What I mean is, I met some members of the group yesterday while I was out with Ran and Sonoko, but I don't actually know who they are—just who they said they were."
"Which would be?"
"Well, one was a black dog hybrid who called himself Kuro. The other was a silver fox going by Sylva." Shinichi shivered despite himself as said silver fox's image flashed across his mind again unbidden. He took a deep, steadying breath and pushed on, forcing himself to focus on the bare facts. "They said they were cousins and that they'd just moved into town. They claimed that they were starting an event planning business and tried to recruit us."
KID's eyes narrowed. "So they were targeting you from the beginning."
There was a hint of a growl in the thief's voice.
Shinichi, however, looked thoughtful. "I'm not sure. I…think they were more interested in the fact that Ran and I are rabbit hybrids. When they… When they drugged me, I heard them discussing how they haven't been able to collect much test data on rabbit hybrids."
The thief's eyes darkened even more. "That sounds ominous."
Shinichi could only nod.
"I didn't see much of the lab they had set up," the thief told him. "But from what I did see, it was pretty sophisticated. Whoever they are, they've got serious financial backing."
Shinichi winced. "I guessed they might, but I was hoping I was wrong."
KID cracked a smile. "Now that's not something I hear from detectives very often. You should report what happened to the police."
Shinichi blinked then let out a burst of laughter despite the serious nature of the discussion. "I never thought I'd be advised to go to the police by a thief. It's kind of weird."
"Hey, I help the police out all the time," KID said with a mock-offended look. He held it for several seconds then cracked a grin. "But I see your point. Really though," he added, switching back to serious again. "Those people are bad news."
Shinichi sighed, slumping a little in his seat. "I know. Trust me, I know. And I don't intend to let them get away with—whatever it is they're doing. I just…need some time."
KID's indigo eyes softened. "You have nothing to be ashamed of," he said gently. "You know that, right?"
"I…" Shinichi started to speak, stopped, then shook his head. "Thanks."
Sensing his discomfort, KID just nodded.
The next few minutes passed in silence as Shinichi finally started into his soup.
He still didn't have much appetite, but getting some actual food in his stomach did seem to be making him feel a little better. Still, it was only with an effort that he managed to finish the contents of his bowl. He washed it down with the rest of his water then turned hopeful eyes on KID.
"I don't suppose you made coffee?"
KID laughed and rose from his chair. "Of course. I knew it was only a matter of time before you asked for coffee. To be honest, it took you longer to than I expected."
"I was preoccupied by the thief in my kitchen," the detective pointed out, eliciting another laugh. The atmosphere lightened perceptibly.
KID pulled two mugs from the cupboards and filled them both with piping hot coffee before dosing one with cream. Shinichi couldn't help but notice that the thief hadn't had to search at all to locate either the mugs or the cream. He decided to chalk it up to KID already having spent some time in the kitchen that morning making soup (because the other explanation—that KID had snooped around his house before—was more than he felt ready to deal with in his current state).
The coffee served as an excellent distraction.
Shinichi couldn't help but notice that KID seemed to be enjoying his coffee too.
He wondered how long KID was planning to stay. Part of him wanted to ask, but the rest of him didn't want to just in case it encouraged the thief to do so faster.
Come to think of it, did KID's presence here in his kitchen right now mean that the thief had actually spent the entirety of the previous night in Shinichi's house? Shinichi's stomach flip-flopped at the thought, and he felt a rush of nervous giddiness that was utterly disproportionate to the situation.
Thoughts of KID possibly having slept over reminded Shinichi that he had woken up in his pajamas—which meant that the thief had changed him into them after bringing him home last night. That led to the mortifying realization that really should have occurred to him sooner that KID had seen him nude.
Shinichi hid his rising blush in his mug. How was he ever going to look the thief in the face again? And why couldn't he stop imagining what it might have felt like to have KID's hands on his body, slowly peeling away his clothes? That was totally the wrong thing to be thinking about at a time like this—or any other, for that matter. It was a recipe for trouble and then some.
The problem was that when you told yourself to stop thinking about something, it often just caused you to think about it more. The feel of KID's eyes on him wasn't helping. Shinichi was dismayed to discover that he was beginning to feel rather warm, and he squirmed in his seat, subconsciously pressing his thighs together under the table.
The lingering lightheadedness that had been haunting Shinichi all morning suddenly sharpened. The detective's grip tightened on his mug as his breath hitched. His body flashed hot then cold then hot again, and his hand shook. He set his mug down quickly. The last thing he needed was to spill hot coffee all over himself.
Across the table, KID tensed. "What's wrong?"
"I…I think I need to lie down," Shinichi gasped.
He pushed his chair back and hastily stood up. He regretted it instantly as the world tilted wildly and his knees promptly gave out on him for the second time that morning.
The next thing Shinichi knew, he was blinking up at KID—also for the second time that morning. This was getting seriously embarrassing. Or it would be if Shinichi wasn't feeling too off kilter to worry about being embarrassed.
The world tilted again, and Shinichi found himself cradled in KID's arms with his head resting against the thief's chest.
"I'll take you to bed," KID said, setting off for the stairs.
His probably unintentionally suggestive choice of words sent a full-body shudder through the semi-delirious detective as a traitorous little voice in Shinichi's head screamed 'yes please'.
Oblivious to the effect he was having on his adorable armful (because he was too busy reining in his own increasingly uncontrollable desire to ravish said adorable bundle), KID made a beeline for Shinichi's bedroom. He noticed that Shinichi had folded his pajamas on the foot of his bed and wondered if he should help the boy change again, but KID was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to control himself if he tried that right now. Besides, the loose T-shirt and sweatpants that Shinichi was wearing now should be comfortable enough to sleep in.
So KID simply strode up to the bed and deposited Shinichi on it—or tried to. Since the detective didn't seem to want to let go, they ended up sinking onto the mattress together. Shinichi was a warm, cuddly weight, panting softly, eyes half closed, and long ears twitching.
"You really aren't making this easy for me, you know," the thief murmured in a tightly controlled voice that was half amused and half strained.
Shinichi barely heard him.
The fox's scent was overwhelming—but not in a bad way. Quite the opposite. It filled his senses, stormed through his brain, and shut down all rational processes (what few of those were left anyway). Then it kick started another process entirely.
And suddenly all Shinichi could think about was the fox holding him. He nuzzled against KID's chest and inhaled deeply. A shiver ran up his spine.
He wanted to be closer. His body moved of its own accord to straddle the thief's hips.
KID made a half strangled sound as his hands clamped down on Shinichi's hips (and oh how he wished the circumstances were different). "I think I'd better go."
He carefully (and reluctantly) lifted the detective off of him, trying desperately not to notice the way the detective's thighs squeeze around his hips as though trying to keep him in close. And was that a disappointed whimper he heard? If he didn't get out of here now, he was going to snap.
For the sake of his poor, muddled detective's innocence and his own sanity, KID sat up and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He straightened out his clothes then, unable to resist, he turned for one last look at his detective.
Shinichi lay there, slightly rumpled and flushed, blinking up at him with big, mildly confused blue eyes. KID's by now uncomfortably tight pants grew abruptly even more restrictive.
"You're leaving?" he asked in a small voice that sounded distinctly distressed by the prospect to KID's vulpine ears.
"I'm afraid I am," the thief replied. On an impulse, he reached down to brush Shinichi's feathery bangs out of his eyes. He was a little startled when the detective caught his hand, pressing it to the side of his face. The feel of the soft, warm skin of Shinichi's cheek against his palm made KID's breath catch in his throat.
He wondered if the skin on the rest of Shinichi's body was just as soft.
He wondered how that satin soft skin would taste.
"I wish you'd stay."
Those few words, uttered just barely above a whisper, had KID freezing in place.
Shinichi blinked then seemed to realize what he'd said. His eyes widened as they cleared somewhat of their earlier fog and his behavior of the last few minutes abruptly invaded his awareness. His already flushed cheeks darkened in color, and he let go of KID's hand like it was a hot coal.
"I—I'm sorry," he stammered, rolling over so that his back was to the frozen thief. "That was wrong of me. I shouldn't have… I mean, I know you're not interested…" His voice caught and he swallowed hastily. "I'm sorry. You should go."
There was a long silence, and Shinichi was just beginning to think that the thief must have left without saying goodbye (which totally made sense even if it hurt) when KID spoke.
"Did I seriously just hear you say that you believe I'm not interested in you?"
The mattress dipped, and a presence was suddenly there behind Shinichi. It was KID. He knew it was KID. But somehow, it suddenly didn't feel like KID.
It felt like a predator was stalking towards him. A nervous quiver ran through Shinichi's body along with another pulse of heat. KID was so close now that he could feel the warmth radiating from the thief's body.
Shinichi gulped. He wanted to turn around, but he couldn't seem to move.
"You have no idea," the fox whispered into Shinichi's furry ears, voice a low growl that did funny things to Shinichi's insides, "just how many times I've dreamed about stealing you away. About kissing you and making you mine. I've known I have feelings for you for years now. I've dreamed up a million and one scenarios for advancing our relationship, and believe me, I remember them all."
Shinichi's heart skipped a beat then set off racing like a startled rabbit.
"Do…you really mean that?"
Arms circled around his waist and pulled him back flush against a strong chest. Since they were lying on their sides, this meant that KID was now spooning him from behind—a fact Shinichi couldn't help but enjoy.
"I do."
There was no hesitation in KID's answer.
"Then will you stay?" Shinichi asked, voice trembling just a little, caught between hope, fear, and a desperate yearning. "If I want you to."
His words caused KID's arms to tighten around him, sending another wave of heat rolling through his body. They both knew that the question intimated more than KID merely staying over.
"Do you?" the thief asked, breaths hot on the back of the rabbit hybrid's neck.
"I do," Shinichi said, and there was no hesitation to his words either.
"I wish I knew whether you'd give me the same answer if you were thinking straight."
"I would," Shinichi insisted even though he knew that his addled state made it a weak claim. He couldn't blame KID if the thief didn't believe him. He was aware enough of his own current state to know that KID was entirely right that he wasn't thinking straight. Still, he had to say it (and thanks to the aforementioned addled state, he found it much easier to do so than he usually would have. Though admittedly it helped too that he was currently facing away from the thief and couldn't see his face to gage his reaction). "I like you too. I…just never thought you could really be interested in me."
The fox hybrid blinked then smiled, the expression a bit lopsided but genuine. "We really need to talk about this. But it's going to have to wait."
Shinichi whimpered despite himself at the thought that the thief was about to leave.
"Don't worry," KID said as though he'd read Shinichi's mind. Ducking his head, he trailed his lips up the side of Shinichi's neck and delighted in the way Shinichi's breaths quickened. "I'm not leaving just yet."
Shinichi swallowed as his stomach fluttered. "You're not?"
"Well, I wouldn't be much of a gentleman if I left you in distress. I'll help you with your little problem before I go—if you want me to."
"I do," Shinichi blurted out, too far gone to be embarrassed by his own desperation.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Yes I am."
"All right then."
Using the arm he had slid under Shinichi and around his waist to hold him in place, KID ran his other hand down the smaller boy's body then up under his too-large shirt, relishing the feel of that warm, soft skin under his hands, quivering at his touch. His hand rubbed gentle circles on Shinichi's flat stomach before trailing up to pinch and tease his nipples. Shinichi squeaked and squirmed but made no move to try and pull away. Indeed, his mild protest shifted quickly to little gasps of pleasure as his nipples hardened under the thief's ministrations. The stimulation caused other parts of him to harden as well, and he moaned.
Smirking, KID gave the bunny detective's nipples a last tweak each before he let his hand slide down again. His long, calloused fingers traced a line just above the waistband of Shinichi's sweatpants before slipping inside and down between Shinichi's legs. The thief's hand closed around his bunny's already stiff length and gave it a long, firm stroke. Shinichi gasped, hips bucking in involuntary response. The hand pulled again, and Shinichi mewled, hands scrabbling for something to hold onto and ending up latching onto the arm keeping him pinned to the fox hybrid's chest. Said arm tightened, and Shinichi abruptly realized that he could feel KID's own erection pressing against him from behind. They were both still dressed, but his sweatpants were too soft to be much of a barrier, and he could feel the prominent bulge in KID's pants pressing against the cleft between his cheeks.
Startled, a hungry gasp forced itself from Shinichi's lips, and he wiggled his hips as he pushed himself back more firmly against the fox holding him captive, unconsciously searching for more contact.
KID let out a low growl and thrust his hips forward, grinding his clothed erection hard against the warm curves of Shinichi's buttocks, spreading the cheeks below the detective's short and fluffy bunny tail as his hand continued to stroke Shinichi's shaft.
The rabbit detective was panting in shallow breaths now between badly stifled moans as his hips rocked, first forward into the hand stroking him then back to grind his bottom on the enticing hardness of KID's arousal. They were moving together now, and the rhythm was hot and heavy and characterized by heavy breathing and stifled moans.
Some part of Shinichi that was still thinking wished that the situation was just a little different. He wished that there weren't so many layers of cloth between him and the man behind him. He wanted to feel the heated flesh of KID's erection against his skin, wanted to feel it rubbing against his bare bottom and spreading his cheeks until it finds his entrance. He wants to know how KID would feel inside him, thick and hot and hard.
His cheeks burned at the lewd nature of his own fantasies even as a desperate whimper of need forced itself from his lips. He'd never felt like this before—not even during his heats, and part of him wondered if it was the lingering influence of the drug still in his system. But the rest of him suspected (or rather knew, though he wasn't sure if he was quite ready to admit that yet) that it was entirely because of KID.
KID, who Shinichi has been secretly longing for for years now.
KID, who had just said in no uncertain terms that he wanted Shinichi too.
The ache deep in Shinichi's abdomen intensified at the thought, and he felt something hot and wet slithering down the inside of his thighs inside his pants. His hole was leaking. It had happened before when he was in heat and he'd accidentally let his mind wander onto a certain fox, but there had never been quite so much (was it the drug?), and the sensation made him flush in mixed mortification and want.
"K—KID, please—!" he gasped.
"Are you close?" The thief scraped his fangs over the sensitive skin of Shinichi's neck, causing the rabbit detective to shudder and tilt his head, baring his neck in a gesture of submission that went straight to KID's cock.
Shinichi nodded quickly, eyes squeezed shut and lips parted in shallow pants. I…I want…!" A whine rose in his throat. Frustrated, he pushed himself back more firmly against the bulge in KID's pants to try and get his point across.
The fox stilled, confused by what his little bunny was asking for. In the momentary lull, however, he noticed the warm, slippery wetness coating Shinichi's inner thighs and the inside of his undergarments.
KID's breath hitched. His hand moved of its own accord, releasing Shinichi's shaft and questing further between Shinichi's warm, quivering thighs.
His fingertips found Shinichi's hole, and a thrill of excitement coursed through him when he found said hole all but dripping wet with slick. Unable to stop himself, KID ran a fingertip experimentally around that tight ring of muscle, feeling the way it twitched at his touch as though eager for a taste of his fingers.
"Y—yes, there," Shinichi whimpered mindlessly. "Touch me more."
KID shuddered. God, he thought, just when he thought he couldn't possibly get any harder, Shinichi had to go and proved him wrong. And he wanted nothing more than to answer that plea, but he also couldn't forget that they'd ended up here because Shinichi had been drugged.
KID inhaled deeply then let out a shuddering breath. His thoughts raced in a heated internal debate before finally reaching a compromise.
He pulled his hand out of Shinichi's pants and sat up, moving to nudge the detective onto his back. Shinichi made a confused noise before he noticed that KID had hooked his fingers under his waistband. KID eased Shinichi's pants and underwear off his narrow hips and all the way down his long, supple legs, gaze hungrily drinking in each inch of skin as it was exposed to the open air. The moment both articles of clothing were off, he tossed them over the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving Shinichi.
The bunny detective immediately spread his legs in a blatant invitation that had KID's mouth going dry. He'd never have guessed that his detective was such a natural little temptress.
Leaning over him, KID pressed two fingers over that dripping hole and rubbed it teasingly.
Shinichi's spread legs trembled, and he whimpered, hands grabbing onto the lapels of KID's suit.
"P—please," he panted, heat hazed eyes gazing imploringly up into the fox's indigo blues. Caught up in the sensations thrumming through his body, he didn't even notice that the thief had lost his hat.
The fox hybrid lowered his head to brush a kiss across Shinichi's parted lips.
"Here."
And KID was pressing a finger into Shinichi's virgin hole. His very wet, very tight hole. The sudden intrusion sent a jolt of electricity up Shinichi's spine that left his mouth in a pleasured gasp.
That finger slid in deeper, stroking up his sensitive inner passage. The sensation was new and foreign and unlike anything Shinichi had ever felt before. And it was a little bit uncomfortable, but he found himself craving more. When that finger pulled out and pushed in again, Shinichi eagerly moved his hips to meet it.
Above him, KID chuckled. "So you like that, do you? And how about this?"
The fox pushed a second finger into Shinichi alongside the first, forcing his bunny's sweet little hole to stretch further to accommodate him. Shinichi gasped, inner muscles stuttering and tightening around the increased intrusion as it pushed into him, going deeper this time. The twinge of discomfort was accompanied by static sparks of pleasure dancing along his every nerve. The pleasure grew as the fox's fingers continued to move in and out of him, stroking his inner walls even as they worked to expand his tight, virgin channel.
By the time KID inserted a third finger, the sparks had blazed up into a simmering inferno.
KID paused for a moment in his ministrations to free his own straining erection. Then he detached Shinichi's hands from his suit and guided them down to his cock.
Shinichi's eyes widened, and he flushed beautifully as his hands closed around the thief's pulsating length. His inner muscles clenched around KID's fingers as he imagined having that length inside him. He wasn't sure if it would fit, but he kind of wanted to find out.
KID thrust his fingers deep into his detective's deliciously tight passage once again then crooked them. He knew he'd found the right spot when Shinichi tossed his head back against the pillows with a loud, breathless cry of pleasure. The detective's hands tightened around KID's length as hips bucked.
Indigo eyes gleamed. With a malicious grin, the fox began pawing mercilessly at that spot, delighted by the way it made his bunny writhe.
Soon, Shinichi was riding the thrust of KID's fingers inside him with the wild abandon of an animal in heat (which was admittedly a fairly accurate description of the state of affairs). His hands stroked the thief's length in time with the movement of his hips.
"P—please," Shinichi gasped. He could feel the pressure building inside him, and he knew he was getting close, but he wanted more than KID's fingers. Unable to form a sentence around the moans of pleasure he couldn't seem to stop, however, he resorted to giving the fox's member a pointed pull and bucking his hips.
But the fox refused to let up. If anything, he redoubled his efforts.
Then it was too late. Unable to hold on any longer, Shinichi came with a cry, back arching. KID let out a hiss between his teeth as he felt Shinichi's inner muscles clamp down convulsively around his fingers even as the rabbit's hands did the same around his cock.
Shinichi shuddered as he felt the fox come us well, splattering hot semen across his thighs and lower abdomen. Some corner of his mind knew that they should clean up, but a sudden wave of exhaustion crashed through his system. He didn't realize he'd closed his eyes until he felt KID gently wiping what felt like a soft cloth over his body.
"Wanted you," he mumbled in sleepy protest as his eyelids drooped.
KID felt his heart swell at both Shinichi's words and the adorable picture he made lying under him in just his over large shirt (which was still bunched up, revealing his midriff), struggling to stay awake.
"Next time," the fox promised, leaning down to press his lips to Shinichi's in a gentle kiss. "When I make you mine, it's going to be when we know you're not hyped up on drugs. Now go to sleep. I have a few errands to run, but I'll be back to check on you tomorrow."
"Promise?"
"I promise."
-To Be Continued-