The Seduction of Kudou - 91-93
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Pairing: KaiShin
Rating: T
Warnings: Allusions of M/M Sex
Genre: Humor/Romance
“Ow! Can't you be more careful?!” Kaito yelped, shying away from the evil midget with the needle.
“Stop complaining, Kuroba-kun.”
“Shinichi, your little friend is hurting me!”
“Stop whining, Kaito.”
“You could at least come hold my hand or something.”
“Yes, hold his hand, Kudou-kun.”
“OUCH! Shinichi!” Kaito's scandalized voice squeaked. “Did you just poke my new stitches?!”
“I'm going to go to bed. You don't need to show me out, Kudou-kun.”
“Goodnight, Haibara-chan.”
Kaito sat, looking like a wounded and very sad puppy long after Haibara had left. Finally, Shinichi offered, “Are you going to stay here tonight?”
Watching Shinichi squirm nervously to ask that question, Kaito decided, made up for the earlier pain. “If you don't mind...”
He had a feeling that neither of them really wanted to be separated right then, if only to assuage the fear and worry from earlier. A short trip later, and they both collapsed more or less fully clothed into Shinichi's bed. Too tired for anything other than getting comfortable so that Kaito's arm wasn't pressed into the mattress.
The soft puff of Shinichi's sleep evened breathing against his shoulder was the last thing Kaito felt as he drifted off to into an exhausted, but content, sleep.
Shinichi woke to the sort of lethargy that told him he'd been up too late last night to be awake yet. He groaned slightly, and shoved himself upright all the same. Kaito was awake, and watching him through hooded eyes. Shinichi wondered how long he'd been awake. While he watched, the thief's violet eyes fluttered closed again, and he seemed perfectly content to continue to doze.
A glance at the bedside table showed that he'd apparently been awake long enough to slip off and retrieve the pain killers from the bathroom and take some, if the half empty glass was anything to go by. It also looked like he'd cleaned up already, and where the hell he'd gotten the change of clothes... Shinichi squinted.
“Did you steal some of my clothes?”
“Mhm~” Kaito hummed.
He thought about complaining, then decided he didn't care, and instead climbed over Kaito. “Just make yourself at home,” he muttered. There was none of the vitriol he could have summoned in his voice.
“I am.”
Rolling his eyes, Shinichi wandered off to take a shower himself. Maybe it would wake him up a little more so he could decide how to deal with the idiot. He was faintly annoyed that he couldn't even summon annoyance in his own mind. But, then, maybe he shouldn't be.
The cold clutch of terror from the night before still hadn't really left him.
When Shinichi returned, Kaito opened his eyes again and watched him hesitate for a moment before walking slowly over toward him. By the time he was standing right beside the bed, Kaito had his eyes open all the way and was regarding him quietly. He could see his own fears and worries reflected right back at him in Shinichi's troubled gaze.
On a whim, he reached out, grabbed Shinichi's wrist, and tugged. Shinichi immediately brought his knee up to brace on the mattress and steady himself. “Kaito, what the–”
Kaito sat up slightly, resting his weight on his one elbow, then pulled Shinichi into a kiss to shut him up. It was long, and lazy, and less about kissing and more about what neither of them felt the need to actually say. By the time they parted he had sunk back into the yielding grip of the bed, and Shinichi was hovering over him. “I called my mother and told her I'd be home tomorrow.”
Shinichi flushed at the implications, maybe of his words, or his gaze, or perhaps their positions. “You're hurt.”
“I took pain killers.”
“Are you really sure we should?”
Kaito looked away, eyes flicking over the contents of Shinichi's room. “If you don't want to, we won't.”
They had all the time in the world, after all, except if they didn't. Last night had proven that.
A sharp exhale ghosted against his cheek, then Shinichi was kissing him, and it was the kind of kiss that made his skin feel hot and tight, because the feel of it had changed completely from their other kisses. This one was purposeful, and bright, and burning.
Kaito reached up and curled his arm around Shinichi's shoulders to pull him closer. Somehow, he just wanted affirmation of Shinichi there, and alive, and warm... and who could blame him if this felt a little like a dream?
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Pairing: KaiShin
Rating: T
Warnings: Allusions of M/M Sex
Genre: Humor/Romance
Puff
words: 217
words: 217
“Ow! Can't you be more careful?!” Kaito yelped, shying away from the evil midget with the needle.
“Stop complaining, Kuroba-kun.”
“Shinichi, your little friend is hurting me!”
“Stop whining, Kaito.”
“You could at least come hold my hand or something.”
“Yes, hold his hand, Kudou-kun.”
“OUCH! Shinichi!” Kaito's scandalized voice squeaked. “Did you just poke my new stitches?!”
“I'm going to go to bed. You don't need to show me out, Kudou-kun.”
“Goodnight, Haibara-chan.”
Kaito sat, looking like a wounded and very sad puppy long after Haibara had left. Finally, Shinichi offered, “Are you going to stay here tonight?”
Watching Shinichi squirm nervously to ask that question, Kaito decided, made up for the earlier pain. “If you don't mind...”
He had a feeling that neither of them really wanted to be separated right then, if only to assuage the fear and worry from earlier. A short trip later, and they both collapsed more or less fully clothed into Shinichi's bed. Too tired for anything other than getting comfortable so that Kaito's arm wasn't pressed into the mattress.
The soft puff of Shinichi's sleep evened breathing against his shoulder was the last thing Kaito felt as he drifted off to into an exhausted, but content, sleep.
Lethargy
words: 238
words: 238
Shinichi woke to the sort of lethargy that told him he'd been up too late last night to be awake yet. He groaned slightly, and shoved himself upright all the same. Kaito was awake, and watching him through hooded eyes. Shinichi wondered how long he'd been awake. While he watched, the thief's violet eyes fluttered closed again, and he seemed perfectly content to continue to doze.
A glance at the bedside table showed that he'd apparently been awake long enough to slip off and retrieve the pain killers from the bathroom and take some, if the half empty glass was anything to go by. It also looked like he'd cleaned up already, and where the hell he'd gotten the change of clothes... Shinichi squinted.
“Did you steal some of my clothes?”
“Mhm~” Kaito hummed.
He thought about complaining, then decided he didn't care, and instead climbed over Kaito. “Just make yourself at home,” he muttered. There was none of the vitriol he could have summoned in his voice.
“I am.”
Rolling his eyes, Shinichi wandered off to take a shower himself. Maybe it would wake him up a little more so he could decide how to deal with the idiot. He was faintly annoyed that he couldn't even summon annoyance in his own mind. But, then, maybe he shouldn't be.
The cold clutch of terror from the night before still hadn't really left him.
Tight
words: 322
words: 322
When Shinichi returned, Kaito opened his eyes again and watched him hesitate for a moment before walking slowly over toward him. By the time he was standing right beside the bed, Kaito had his eyes open all the way and was regarding him quietly. He could see his own fears and worries reflected right back at him in Shinichi's troubled gaze.
On a whim, he reached out, grabbed Shinichi's wrist, and tugged. Shinichi immediately brought his knee up to brace on the mattress and steady himself. “Kaito, what the–”
Kaito sat up slightly, resting his weight on his one elbow, then pulled Shinichi into a kiss to shut him up. It was long, and lazy, and less about kissing and more about what neither of them felt the need to actually say. By the time they parted he had sunk back into the yielding grip of the bed, and Shinichi was hovering over him. “I called my mother and told her I'd be home tomorrow.”
Shinichi flushed at the implications, maybe of his words, or his gaze, or perhaps their positions. “You're hurt.”
“I took pain killers.”
“Are you really sure we should?”
Kaito looked away, eyes flicking over the contents of Shinichi's room. “If you don't want to, we won't.”
They had all the time in the world, after all, except if they didn't. Last night had proven that.
A sharp exhale ghosted against his cheek, then Shinichi was kissing him, and it was the kind of kiss that made his skin feel hot and tight, because the feel of it had changed completely from their other kisses. This one was purposeful, and bright, and burning.
Kaito reached up and curled his arm around Shinichi's shoulders to pull him closer. Somehow, he just wanted affirmation of Shinichi there, and alive, and warm... and who could blame him if this felt a little like a dream?
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Date: 2010-01-12 07:47 pm (UTC)????
Date: 2010-01-12 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-14 12:43 am (UTC)Why didn't you continue?!? There was the perfect opportunity to wow the audience!!! NOES!!! I wanted to read the smexy hot mansex!!!!!!!!!
There. A flail. XD And just to tell you, I actually felt like that until my imagination kicked in