The Seduction of Kudou - 28-30
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: Onesided ShinichiKid & Eventual KaiShin
Rating: T
Warnings: Shinichi's Gutter Brain :P
Genre: Humor
It was something close to sacrilege, of that he was sure. Kaito bit down a laugh at the thought, but it was true. Here he was, dressed as Kid, and reclining lazily on Kudou Shinichi's bed. With one arm behind his head, his top hat tipped forward so it covered most of his upper face, a lazy smirk on his lips, and one knee bent, sock clad foot resting, flat, on the coverlet, his other calf resting atop that knee, he was the perfect scene of lazy repose as he waited for his unaware host to find him.
He could hear the sound of a door slamming downstairs, which meant the amusing little Princess was home. Now, all he had to do was wait.
It wasn't long before the Princess himself appeared in the doorway to his room, freezing, one hand still loosening the tie around his neck, to stare wide eyed at him.
Kaito didn't think he'd ever seen the detective that shell shocked before in his life. Kudou kind of looked like he was about ready to start hyperventilating.
Sitting up in a single fluid motion, Kaito turned to sit on the edge of the bed, resting one ankle on the opposite knee and propping his elbow on his thigh. He tilted his top hat back into place with a single finger, and offered a slightly mocking grin, “What? Not even a hello? You're such a poor host!”
As the detective continued to stare at him, Kaito fought back to urge the pout. Really! Kudou was so weird. He'd never acted like this when he was Conan!
White.
Kid.
Bed.
Ghk.
Shinichi stared, and stared a bit more. Kid was lounging on his bed like a pleased feline who belonged there (Shinichi didn't mind, really, he could just stay here. Would he mind Shinichi joining him?), like he owned the place. (Shinichi wasn't sure about owning the place, but there was something else Kid could take all he wanted.) He watched him sit up, watched the easy movement, the way white cloth stretched, and pulled, and twisted, and the swing of the body beneath. (Wondered what that would look like in the heady meeting of mouths, and hands everywhere, as they pawed, half out of their minds, at each other.)
Vaguely, he could hear Kid speaking, see his lips moving. (His brain cheerfully informed him in a flash of lurid mental images of what else those lips could do, and wondered, amicably, what Kid's voice would sound like when roughened by pleasure.)
His mouth was dry, his fingers still caught loosely in his tie, and, Shinichi realized, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy even as the first warm brushes of arousal slithered insidiously through his veins. The dizziness though, he noted, was because he seemed to not be breathing. A pleasant shiver skated up his spine.
Then the fact that Kid was suddenly right there in front of him, inches away, and Shinichi was staring straight into oddly concerned violet eyes, snapped him out of it. With a yelp the detective seemed to teleport backwards, pressing flat into the wall.
Helpfully, his mind supplied: Pounce. He's right there. Do it. Now. If he complains we can worry about it then.
Shinichi preceded to turn around and smack his head, repeatedly, against the wall with a nice rhythm of dull thunks.
Faintly he heard, “Tantei-kun? Princess?” Then a few warm, gloved, fingers reached around, catching his forehead, and gently steered him away from the wall. “Now stop that,” Kid scolded, frowning at him. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but I can't exactly talk to you if you knock yourself out.”
Trying valiantly to ignore the blush welling up on his cheeks, Shinichi spun away (Didn't want to. Felt nice.) and stalked out of the room. “Library,” he half-squeaked. “We'll talk in the library.”
A bemused Kid followed him, like a confused puppy that was wondering why it had been smacked on the nose with the newspaper.
Kaito watched Shinichi stalk across the circular room as soon as they entered the library, making a beeline for the large desk across from the doors. The detective leaned against it, hands braced, and seemed to be attempting to collect himself back into that cool composed creature he normally seemed to be.
Which, in the end, really wouldn't do. If Kaito were to take a vote with himself, he was sure it would end up with a landslide win that keeping Kudou so amusingly off balance was the way to go.
On cat quiet feet Kaito prowled over to Kudou's side, leaning in until his chest was almost touching Kudou's back, and peered over his shoulder curiously.
“Tantei-kun?”
The detective yelped, whirled around, and stared at him from wide, blue eyes. “Y-y-y-y-y–“ Stuttered Kudou helpfully.
“You look much better without the glasses,” Kaito informed him absently, head tilted slightly to one side in consideration.
Kudou swallowed, blushed, and scuttled away from him, putting the desk between them, before smoothing his shirt down and trying again. “Y-you called me Tantei-kun? I take it, then, that you figured it out...”
Kaito blinked at the space Kudou had formerly occupied, then, finally, lifted his gaze to look at Kudou again. “I had a very good idea, but I wanted to verify.”
“Consider your idea verified then. And don't call me Tantei-kun. I'm not anymore.”
He almost burst out laughing at the petulant scowl on the detective's face, but managed to refrain, a wild grin curling his lips almost thoughtfully.
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Pairing: Onesided ShinichiKid & Eventual KaiShin
Rating: T
Warnings: Shinichi's Gutter Brain :P
Genre: Humor
Sacrilege
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words: 270
It was something close to sacrilege, of that he was sure. Kaito bit down a laugh at the thought, but it was true. Here he was, dressed as Kid, and reclining lazily on Kudou Shinichi's bed. With one arm behind his head, his top hat tipped forward so it covered most of his upper face, a lazy smirk on his lips, and one knee bent, sock clad foot resting, flat, on the coverlet, his other calf resting atop that knee, he was the perfect scene of lazy repose as he waited for his unaware host to find him.
He could hear the sound of a door slamming downstairs, which meant the amusing little Princess was home. Now, all he had to do was wait.
It wasn't long before the Princess himself appeared in the doorway to his room, freezing, one hand still loosening the tie around his neck, to stare wide eyed at him.
Kaito didn't think he'd ever seen the detective that shell shocked before in his life. Kudou kind of looked like he was about ready to start hyperventilating.
Sitting up in a single fluid motion, Kaito turned to sit on the edge of the bed, resting one ankle on the opposite knee and propping his elbow on his thigh. He tilted his top hat back into place with a single finger, and offered a slightly mocking grin, “What? Not even a hello? You're such a poor host!”
As the detective continued to stare at him, Kaito fought back to urge the pout. Really! Kudou was so weird. He'd never acted like this when he was Conan!
Library
words: 407
words: 407
White.
Kid.
Bed.
Ghk.
Shinichi stared, and stared a bit more. Kid was lounging on his bed like a pleased feline who belonged there (Shinichi didn't mind, really, he could just stay here. Would he mind Shinichi joining him?), like he owned the place. (Shinichi wasn't sure about owning the place, but there was something else Kid could take all he wanted.) He watched him sit up, watched the easy movement, the way white cloth stretched, and pulled, and twisted, and the swing of the body beneath. (Wondered what that would look like in the heady meeting of mouths, and hands everywhere, as they pawed, half out of their minds, at each other.)
Vaguely, he could hear Kid speaking, see his lips moving. (His brain cheerfully informed him in a flash of lurid mental images of what else those lips could do, and wondered, amicably, what Kid's voice would sound like when roughened by pleasure.)
His mouth was dry, his fingers still caught loosely in his tie, and, Shinichi realized, he was starting to feel a bit dizzy even as the first warm brushes of arousal slithered insidiously through his veins. The dizziness though, he noted, was because he seemed to not be breathing. A pleasant shiver skated up his spine.
Then the fact that Kid was suddenly right there in front of him, inches away, and Shinichi was staring straight into oddly concerned violet eyes, snapped him out of it. With a yelp the detective seemed to teleport backwards, pressing flat into the wall.
Helpfully, his mind supplied: Pounce. He's right there. Do it. Now. If he complains we can worry about it then.
Shinichi preceded to turn around and smack his head, repeatedly, against the wall with a nice rhythm of dull thunks.
Faintly he heard, “Tantei-kun? Princess?” Then a few warm, gloved, fingers reached around, catching his forehead, and gently steered him away from the wall. “Now stop that,” Kid scolded, frowning at him. “I don't know what's gotten into you, but I can't exactly talk to you if you knock yourself out.”
Trying valiantly to ignore the blush welling up on his cheeks, Shinichi spun away (Didn't want to. Felt nice.) and stalked out of the room. “Library,” he half-squeaked. “We'll talk in the library.”
A bemused Kid followed him, like a confused puppy that was wondering why it had been smacked on the nose with the newspaper.
Vote
words: 262
words: 262
Kaito watched Shinichi stalk across the circular room as soon as they entered the library, making a beeline for the large desk across from the doors. The detective leaned against it, hands braced, and seemed to be attempting to collect himself back into that cool composed creature he normally seemed to be.
Which, in the end, really wouldn't do. If Kaito were to take a vote with himself, he was sure it would end up with a landslide win that keeping Kudou so amusingly off balance was the way to go.
On cat quiet feet Kaito prowled over to Kudou's side, leaning in until his chest was almost touching Kudou's back, and peered over his shoulder curiously.
“Tantei-kun?”
The detective yelped, whirled around, and stared at him from wide, blue eyes. “Y-y-y-y-y–“ Stuttered Kudou helpfully.
“You look much better without the glasses,” Kaito informed him absently, head tilted slightly to one side in consideration.
Kudou swallowed, blushed, and scuttled away from him, putting the desk between them, before smoothing his shirt down and trying again. “Y-you called me Tantei-kun? I take it, then, that you figured it out...”
Kaito blinked at the space Kudou had formerly occupied, then, finally, lifted his gaze to look at Kudou again. “I had a very good idea, but I wanted to verify.”
“Consider your idea verified then. And don't call me Tantei-kun. I'm not anymore.”
He almost burst out laughing at the petulant scowl on the detective's face, but managed to refrain, a wild grin curling his lips almost thoughtfully.
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confused Kaito...
Date: 2009-12-01 06:48 pm (UTC)Re: confused Kaito...
Date: 2009-12-01 07:07 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-02 05:35 am (UTC)I know that you've written these in advance, but it's almost like you answered my requests on purpose! Shinichi completely freaking out, with lots of helpful little inserts from his hormones. ("Do it. Now. If he complains we can worry about it then." ohgod. I all but died.)
Honestly Shinichi, make up your mind! You were so upset when he *wouldn't* call you tantei-kun, and now you don't want him to? What's up with that? I can't imagine that he's become partial to the nickname "princess."
So evil, you are. Ran needs to hear about this. *Somehow*.
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Date: 2009-12-02 05:39 am (UTC)He doesn't want a nickname, he wants Kid saying his name!I don't really know either, but all I can surmise is he was being a bitch before with the whole 'Don't call me Meitantei-san' thing, and then realized late that Tantei-kun is kind of telling, but he'd already condemned himself to Princess, so whoops. XD
And yes, all written well ahead of time. I have lik.. 75 of them done at this moment :D
So close to finishing Sed II it makes me happy and sad all at once.