Afterlife - White Noise (2)
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kooriiFandom: Detective Conan/Magic Kaito
Series: Afterlife
Pairing: Shinichi/Kaito
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles. Graphic Sex. Mentions of violence. Mentions of Past Major Character Death.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance(?)
Words: 3129
A/N: Sorry about the cut, bloody word limit.
“Damn you,” he panted into the Shinigami's shoulder. “Damn you, damn you, damn you.”
He wasn't being very creative he knew, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Kaito was pretty sure that his brain had been liquified and removed at some point during this encounter.
“Damnation sends you to hell, love,” Shinichi crooned in his ear. “and I don't think Mother likes me very much anymore.”
Kaito pulled away then, trying to scowl through his haze at the Shinigami, only to have his entire world upset and a mild case of vertigo set in before he found himself pinned against the nearest upright steel beam. Shinichi's tentacles had tugged his arms above his head and pinned them, but now the Shinigami himself was pressed against his front. Absently, almost, Shinichi rocked his hips against Kaito's thigh, grinding the erection he could feel against him. He didn't, however, seem interested in the fact that this wasn't having much effect on Kaito.
Shinichi's hand curled under his chin, and tilted Kaito's head to seal their lips. This time the kiss was hurried, sloppy, and a mess of tongue and teeth that left him panting. “Don't worry,” the Shinigami hissed through a vivid grin. “Playtime's almost up, as much as that saddens me.” A tentacle slid tauntingly along Kaito's cheek.
Another tentacle grabbed at his pants, caught around his knees as they were, and tugged them further down. The idea somehow penetrated his foggy brain, and Kaito shifted to kick them aside. He exhaled an annoyed hiss when they caught on his shoes, and quickly kicked them off. His socks stuck slightly on the rough wood they were standing on, but he paid it no mind.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” he asked sharply. “Because damn it, Shinichi, it just isn't good form to leave your partner in this state, and–”
His voice was cut off as a tentacle slithered passed his lips, filling his mouth with the cool pleasant texture of the writhing limb once more. It thrust absently into his mouth, rubbing against his curious tongue and sensitive palate. Shinichi grinned wolfishly at him, and said, “It's no fun if you can't play.”
The tentacles that still had hold of his sensitive bits gave a pointed squeeze that made him breathe heavily through his nose. Kaito merely suckled at the tentacle in his mouth, and let his head fall back against the beam behind him. He'd lost that argument before it'd even existed, and, impatient as he was, he couldn't deny his enjoyment. Instead he just gave a wanton moan around his mouthful.
“Turn around.”
He didn't bother to think about it, just did as Shinichi asked, wasn't sure he could think at this point anyway: All of his higher brain functions had shut down in favor of pure carnality. Shinichi pressed against his back, a warm heavy weight, and slid his arms around his torso. The Shinigami's black gloved hands, and it was only now that Kaito was remembering the bastard was still fully dressed, dipped casually into the pockets of his suit coat, until he found what he was looking for: Something that made Kaito flush a little.
“My,” Shinichi purred, low and dark, and pleasure roughened, into his ear. “Were you expecting something like this to happen?” Kaito didn't even bother to try and focus on the small packet when Shinichi tapped it against the tip of his nose teasingly.
“Ha. You could say I was hoping, but at this rate maybe I should find someone else to use that with. Hakuba always seemed pretty obsessed with me...” He realized, on some level, that he really shouldn't be taunting a creature that could kill as much as look at someone, particularly with a person he kind of liked on some level, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
Shinichi gave a low hiss, a sound that was obviously through bared and gritted teeth, and pressed his chin into Kaito's shoulder sharply. “Keep talking like that and I'll leave you like this, to make your way home alone... Thinking about what I've done to you, and what I didn't. What could have happened...”
The Shinigami rolled his hips forward, pressing and rubbing against his ass pointedly, and gave a dark laugh that made his skin crawl in all the right ways. Kaito grinned sharply, head bowed between his upheld arms. “If I thought I had a chance, I'd have you pinned, and don't think I wouldn't.”
“Mmmm,” Shinichi hummed, a deep throaty sound that made Kaito's nerve endings stand on end. “Maybe someday you'll manage that. It might be fun.”
Kaito shivered at the tone of his voice, like sin and promise, and then shuddered again as the Shinigami's hand slid up his inner thigh, unhindered by his own tentacles, then smoothed over the jut of his hipbone. He could feel the Shinigami's fingertips slide down the cheek of his ass, dip down, and finger his hole until a fingertip barely breached him. “You're teasing again,” he hissed, mind spinning with every little bit of sexual promise.
“That I am. That, I am...”
Shinichi pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck, then pulled away slightly. Kaito could hear the rustle of cloth, and could have, well, not sobbed because that was stupid, but there was no end to the relief he felt. It was almost starting to ache how hard he was, how close... It wouldn't take much, and he knew it. Shortly there followed the sound of a certain small packet being torn open, though he knew Shinichi thought of the whole affair was a 'silly mortal convention' even if, on some level, he understood the practice via his memories.
Then Shinichi's hand gripped his hip, his other slid up Kaito's side, smoothed up his arm, and replaced the tentacles binding his hands by taking hold of both his wrists in an iron grip. He rubbed his cock up against him in a way that reminded Kaito of the slithering tentacles, though the condom was nowhere near as slick, or smooth. And then he was pressing in, the tentacles clenching all over his body, and Kaito's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. His fingers curled, nails scraping against the steel beam. Shinichi's cock was more solid than the tentacles had been, a heavy weight that spread him, though didn't plunge nearly as deep.
Kaito let his head fall, his chin bumping against the upper edge of his chest, and panted softly. Shinichi gave a tiny shift, that set sparks along his spine, and the tentacles around his cock gave a corresponding wriggle that just about made his brain shut down completely. He could hear his own voice muttering broken half sentences as Shinichi murmured meaningless things into the back of his neck.
When he began to move, Kaito was pretty sure he'd stopped breathing. Everything was just white and gold in his brain, like shattered stained glass windows, and all he could see was the dangling length of his Kid tie hanging before his bare chest, and then his own cock wrapped in the writhing mass of Shinichi's phantom tentacles. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose, and he couldn't even care. Two of his lover's tentacles slithered up his chest, sliding over the hard nubs of his nipples. It made him make feral little sounds as he arched his back, pressed against the barely there touches, and pressed back into Shinichi.
He clenched his muscles down around the invading cock, laughed in something like vicious amusement when Shinichi snarled something incoherent against his neck and retaliated with a sharper thrust that left him gasping for air. Shinichi's tongue swept up the back of his neck, and every thrust seemed to make the tentacles coiled around his body twitch and contract. It was the oddest thing he'd ever felt, but fuck... The constant rhythmic pressure on his cock was driving him to the end of sanity.
The tapered tip of one of the tentacles slithered around the head of his cock, the very tip teasing the slit with tiny little jabs, before curling over the head, cool, and wet, and making him lose his mind all over again, except it was a wonderful way to go insane.
Shinichi's grip on his hip tightened, and he pressed closer, pressed Kaito against the steel beam, and used his tentacles to tug his legs open further, but that was fine, because that let him go deeper even if Kaito was pretty sure his lungs would never get enough air again. He clenched and unclenched his hands, cheek pressed into the cool steel, though the tentacles around him kept anything sensitive from being rubbed against it. Kaito tightened the muscles in his legs, even though they wanted nothing more than to give it up and just enjoy the white hot pleasure sparking through him, and pressed back into Shinichi.
It wasn't long, but he could feel the pressure, the burn, a conflagration in his pleasure centers, and he swore to all that was holy if Shinichi cut him off again he would find a way to kill Death itself. Shinichi gave another hard thrust, another one that was just right, and he could feel all of his muscles going taught as a bowstring, could feel Shinichi's tentacles contracting around his cock, but they didn't stop his release this time, merely drew it out until Kaito was sure he was nothing but a mess of lax muscles. He didn't make a sound, couldn't seem to get enough air to vocalize something so unnecessary, just clenched his eyes closed and watched the fireworks of his nerves going insane behind his eyelids.
Then it was slowly passing, and a few aftershocks made his oversensitive body spasm. Shinichi's tentacles unwound slowly from his too sensitive cock, even as the Shinigami pressed into him a few more times in ways that made his hypersensitive nerves tingle and spark in spite of themselves before he stiffened against Kaito's back, and his tentacles, wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso rippled against his skin.
Shinichi pulled away as the pair of them began to sag toward the floor, and Kaito, for one, was grateful of the tentacles wrapped around his torso still, because he really didn't fancy getting splinters all over his legs and ass. A tentacle slid into view, his cape draped across it. Kaito, after trying to decide if moving was worth it, argued his arm into reached out to take it. Once he had it, he tried to get his wobbly legs under him, then just gave up, wrapped his cape around himself before allowing himself to slide down and rest on the floor.
One look at Shinichi made a touch of crankiness peak through the afterglow. The bastard hadn't even taken his cloths off the entire time, and had already righted them. That just wasn't even fair. The sight of the mass of tentacles writhing around from beneath his black cape, though, made a shiver run through Kaito's entire body that he quickly squashed. Teenager or no, his hormones were waving little white flags as it was.
Kaito let his head lull back against the beam, even as he forced a hand to poke through his pockets and tug out several brightly colored handkerchiefs to clean up the cum spattered on him. There was probably some on the steel beam too, but he didn't have the energy to check just yet.
His Shinigami stepped closer to him, and crouched down in front of him. His tentacles had collected the scattered array of Kaito's clothing and now deposited them in a small pile beside him before Shinichi reached out to run a hand along Kaito's cheek. “Not too much was it?” the Shinigami challenged sweetly.
He snorted, “Absolutely not. I'm just more mortal than you'll ever be.”
“For obvious reasons,” Shinichi replied condescendingly. It made Kaito laugh for some reason.
Dawn light was starting to seep into the empty structure, and Kaito couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't noticed so much time had passed. Looking at Shinichi as the light chased the shadows away, he couldn't help but wonder at how normal he looked. It was almost terrifying how he could be so utterly inhuman one moment, and so normal the next.
In the gathering light his manifested tentacles were starting to become more and more transparent, fading away, in the sunlight until they were gone completely. Kaito considered the area over Shinichi's shoulder here one had been moments before, then turned his attention back on Shinichi. “You're not actually going to try and kill Hakuba, are you?”
The slice of a grin that appeared on the Shinigami's face ruined any sense of normality Kaito had had a moment before. “He knows better than to touch you.”
And, that made Kaito curious. “What did you do?”
Shinichi ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, then tapped the tip lightly. “Nothing to be concerned over, now come on and get dressed or do you want me to help?”
Kaito waved him aside and climbed to his feet. Luckily his muscles weren't rebelling too badly for him to hide any remaining shakiness, though the feral look on the Shinigami's face obviously said he wasn't fooled. Kaito merely cocked his naked hips to one side provocatively.
One day, he promised silently, he was going to get him back for everything he pulled. Death or not, no one got the better of Kaitou Kid forever. Then, ignoring the wolfish way Shinichi's luminous blue gaze was slowly raking over him, he stepped into his boxers, and grimaced slightly as he pulled them up. “You've got me covered in slime.”
Shinichi snorted, nose wrinkled again in that vague way that hinted at annoyance. Kaito figured he didn't like him referring to any bit of him as 'slime' or 'goo', but that was just too bad. Because it was slime. “It will dry, and I'm sure you know how to bathe. I've watched you plenty of times.”
The casual way he said that, made Kaito shiver again. Before he could formulate a properly mocking reply, Shinichi stepped around him, and held out a hand toward the steel upright Kaito had been pressed against not that long ago. A faint purple-black glow gathered around his hand. The biological material on the metal began to disappear as it was eaten away by the power of Death itself. Even the beam began to show signs of wear: Rust gathering on the areas Shinichi's gloved hands passed over.
Kaito knew someone was very likely to end up dead because of this, unless people noticed the slight change and saw fit to replace the damaged materials.
He couldn't let that bother him though, would have to get use to death whether he liked it or not. It was part of his life now, and even though Shinichi was callous about it, it wasn't because he was cruel. To him, it was merely the natural progression of things, and maybe it was. Kaito was sure it would always make him sick to a degree, but he could bring himself to understand it.
Instead he swallowed the touch of fear that came up with the knowledge that Death was working here, and pulled his pants up, then laced his belt through his belt loops and tightened it into place. He was just stepping into his shoes when Shinichi, apparently finished his self appointed clean up, reappeared as his side with his gloves held out for him, and Kid's top hat as well. Kid accepted his top hat, and perched it rakishly atop his head with a little twirl, then tugged his gloves on.
Shinichi's hand slid easily under his suit jacket where it retrieved his monocle from the pocket it had been placed in earlier. The Shinigami settled it lightly back in place. Kid stood still, simply watching as a creature that most would consider horrifying and cruel absently buttoned up his shirt and then his suit jacket for him. Shinichi gave him a long look out of luminous blue eyes.
“Well?” Shinichi asked, an echo of his earlier question.
Kid knew he wasn't asking about the sex, but he couldn't help but reply as such, “The tentacles were a nice touch, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at octopus the same again.”
Shinichi snorted, and raised a brow, waiting.
Finally, grinning like a loon, Kid relented. “I don't know how you can do it, kill so casually.”
The Shinigami blinked at him, and frowned. “It is not casual, it is their time to go, and so I make it happen. It just so happens that their time was changed to now, and has become a sudden, and violent, ending.”
“I know,” Kid murmured, and slid his fingers under Shinichi's black tie to straighten it out a little more: It was nice to know that the Shinigami was still a little mussed. He had the sudden urge to run his hands through his hair just to make him look as debauched and violated in all the right ways as Kid felt. “I know, and I know you don't feel or see things the same way I do, and I can live with that. I like you this way.”
Kid didn't know if something like this could ever have come to be if Shinichi hadn't died, and while he felt some guilt over it (Was the real Shinichi in Yomi even now, knowing that his form was being used by some other creature, or had he ceased to be and become what he was now? Would they ever know?), he didn't regret that it had happen. That, in the end, was what made him feel guilty now. Because, now, Shinichi was all his and he wouldn't have it any other way.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and touched a brief, chaste kiss to the corner of Shinichi's mouth before he smiled and said, “We should get going.”
And, a few minutes later as Shinichi followed him higher into the cross beams so he could make another death defying leap and make his way home, Kid couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the poor fools that made up the rest of humanity: They had no idea that death walked among them, looking just as normal as they did.
They had no idea that Death was real.
Series: Afterlife
Pairing: Shinichi/Kaito
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Tentacles. Graphic Sex. Mentions of violence. Mentions of Past Major Character Death.
Genre: Supernatural/Romance(?)
Words: 3129
A/N: Sorry about the cut, bloody word limit.
“Damn you,” he panted into the Shinigami's shoulder. “Damn you, damn you, damn you.”
He wasn't being very creative he knew, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Kaito was pretty sure that his brain had been liquified and removed at some point during this encounter.
“Damnation sends you to hell, love,” Shinichi crooned in his ear. “and I don't think Mother likes me very much anymore.”
Kaito pulled away then, trying to scowl through his haze at the Shinigami, only to have his entire world upset and a mild case of vertigo set in before he found himself pinned against the nearest upright steel beam. Shinichi's tentacles had tugged his arms above his head and pinned them, but now the Shinigami himself was pressed against his front. Absently, almost, Shinichi rocked his hips against Kaito's thigh, grinding the erection he could feel against him. He didn't, however, seem interested in the fact that this wasn't having much effect on Kaito.
Shinichi's hand curled under his chin, and tilted Kaito's head to seal their lips. This time the kiss was hurried, sloppy, and a mess of tongue and teeth that left him panting. “Don't worry,” the Shinigami hissed through a vivid grin. “Playtime's almost up, as much as that saddens me.” A tentacle slid tauntingly along Kaito's cheek.
Another tentacle grabbed at his pants, caught around his knees as they were, and tugged them further down. The idea somehow penetrated his foggy brain, and Kaito shifted to kick them aside. He exhaled an annoyed hiss when they caught on his shoes, and quickly kicked them off. His socks stuck slightly on the rough wood they were standing on, but he paid it no mind.
“Are you going to fuck me or not?” he asked sharply. “Because damn it, Shinichi, it just isn't good form to leave your partner in this state, and–”
His voice was cut off as a tentacle slithered passed his lips, filling his mouth with the cool pleasant texture of the writhing limb once more. It thrust absently into his mouth, rubbing against his curious tongue and sensitive palate. Shinichi grinned wolfishly at him, and said, “It's no fun if you can't play.”
The tentacles that still had hold of his sensitive bits gave a pointed squeeze that made him breathe heavily through his nose. Kaito merely suckled at the tentacle in his mouth, and let his head fall back against the beam behind him. He'd lost that argument before it'd even existed, and, impatient as he was, he couldn't deny his enjoyment. Instead he just gave a wanton moan around his mouthful.
“Turn around.”
He didn't bother to think about it, just did as Shinichi asked, wasn't sure he could think at this point anyway: All of his higher brain functions had shut down in favor of pure carnality. Shinichi pressed against his back, a warm heavy weight, and slid his arms around his torso. The Shinigami's black gloved hands, and it was only now that Kaito was remembering the bastard was still fully dressed, dipped casually into the pockets of his suit coat, until he found what he was looking for: Something that made Kaito flush a little.
“My,” Shinichi purred, low and dark, and pleasure roughened, into his ear. “Were you expecting something like this to happen?” Kaito didn't even bother to try and focus on the small packet when Shinichi tapped it against the tip of his nose teasingly.
“Ha. You could say I was hoping, but at this rate maybe I should find someone else to use that with. Hakuba always seemed pretty obsessed with me...” He realized, on some level, that he really shouldn't be taunting a creature that could kill as much as look at someone, particularly with a person he kind of liked on some level, but he couldn't seem to help himself.
Shinichi gave a low hiss, a sound that was obviously through bared and gritted teeth, and pressed his chin into Kaito's shoulder sharply. “Keep talking like that and I'll leave you like this, to make your way home alone... Thinking about what I've done to you, and what I didn't. What could have happened...”
The Shinigami rolled his hips forward, pressing and rubbing against his ass pointedly, and gave a dark laugh that made his skin crawl in all the right ways. Kaito grinned sharply, head bowed between his upheld arms. “If I thought I had a chance, I'd have you pinned, and don't think I wouldn't.”
“Mmmm,” Shinichi hummed, a deep throaty sound that made Kaito's nerve endings stand on end. “Maybe someday you'll manage that. It might be fun.”
Kaito shivered at the tone of his voice, like sin and promise, and then shuddered again as the Shinigami's hand slid up his inner thigh, unhindered by his own tentacles, then smoothed over the jut of his hipbone. He could feel the Shinigami's fingertips slide down the cheek of his ass, dip down, and finger his hole until a fingertip barely breached him. “You're teasing again,” he hissed, mind spinning with every little bit of sexual promise.
“That I am. That, I am...”
Shinichi pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of his neck, then pulled away slightly. Kaito could hear the rustle of cloth, and could have, well, not sobbed because that was stupid, but there was no end to the relief he felt. It was almost starting to ache how hard he was, how close... It wouldn't take much, and he knew it. Shortly there followed the sound of a certain small packet being torn open, though he knew Shinichi thought of the whole affair was a 'silly mortal convention' even if, on some level, he understood the practice via his memories.
Then Shinichi's hand gripped his hip, his other slid up Kaito's side, smoothed up his arm, and replaced the tentacles binding his hands by taking hold of both his wrists in an iron grip. He rubbed his cock up against him in a way that reminded Kaito of the slithering tentacles, though the condom was nowhere near as slick, or smooth. And then he was pressing in, the tentacles clenching all over his body, and Kaito's mouth opened and closed soundlessly. His fingers curled, nails scraping against the steel beam. Shinichi's cock was more solid than the tentacles had been, a heavy weight that spread him, though didn't plunge nearly as deep.
Kaito let his head fall, his chin bumping against the upper edge of his chest, and panted softly. Shinichi gave a tiny shift, that set sparks along his spine, and the tentacles around his cock gave a corresponding wriggle that just about made his brain shut down completely. He could hear his own voice muttering broken half sentences as Shinichi murmured meaningless things into the back of his neck.
When he began to move, Kaito was pretty sure he'd stopped breathing. Everything was just white and gold in his brain, like shattered stained glass windows, and all he could see was the dangling length of his Kid tie hanging before his bare chest, and then his own cock wrapped in the writhing mass of Shinichi's phantom tentacles. Sweat dripped off the end of his nose, and he couldn't even care. Two of his lover's tentacles slithered up his chest, sliding over the hard nubs of his nipples. It made him make feral little sounds as he arched his back, pressed against the barely there touches, and pressed back into Shinichi.
He clenched his muscles down around the invading cock, laughed in something like vicious amusement when Shinichi snarled something incoherent against his neck and retaliated with a sharper thrust that left him gasping for air. Shinichi's tongue swept up the back of his neck, and every thrust seemed to make the tentacles coiled around his body twitch and contract. It was the oddest thing he'd ever felt, but fuck... The constant rhythmic pressure on his cock was driving him to the end of sanity.
The tapered tip of one of the tentacles slithered around the head of his cock, the very tip teasing the slit with tiny little jabs, before curling over the head, cool, and wet, and making him lose his mind all over again, except it was a wonderful way to go insane.
Shinichi's grip on his hip tightened, and he pressed closer, pressed Kaito against the steel beam, and used his tentacles to tug his legs open further, but that was fine, because that let him go deeper even if Kaito was pretty sure his lungs would never get enough air again. He clenched and unclenched his hands, cheek pressed into the cool steel, though the tentacles around him kept anything sensitive from being rubbed against it. Kaito tightened the muscles in his legs, even though they wanted nothing more than to give it up and just enjoy the white hot pleasure sparking through him, and pressed back into Shinichi.
It wasn't long, but he could feel the pressure, the burn, a conflagration in his pleasure centers, and he swore to all that was holy if Shinichi cut him off again he would find a way to kill Death itself. Shinichi gave another hard thrust, another one that was just right, and he could feel all of his muscles going taught as a bowstring, could feel Shinichi's tentacles contracting around his cock, but they didn't stop his release this time, merely drew it out until Kaito was sure he was nothing but a mess of lax muscles. He didn't make a sound, couldn't seem to get enough air to vocalize something so unnecessary, just clenched his eyes closed and watched the fireworks of his nerves going insane behind his eyelids.
Then it was slowly passing, and a few aftershocks made his oversensitive body spasm. Shinichi's tentacles unwound slowly from his too sensitive cock, even as the Shinigami pressed into him a few more times in ways that made his hypersensitive nerves tingle and spark in spite of themselves before he stiffened against Kaito's back, and his tentacles, wrapped around his arms, legs, and torso rippled against his skin.
Shinichi pulled away as the pair of them began to sag toward the floor, and Kaito, for one, was grateful of the tentacles wrapped around his torso still, because he really didn't fancy getting splinters all over his legs and ass. A tentacle slid into view, his cape draped across it. Kaito, after trying to decide if moving was worth it, argued his arm into reached out to take it. Once he had it, he tried to get his wobbly legs under him, then just gave up, wrapped his cape around himself before allowing himself to slide down and rest on the floor.
One look at Shinichi made a touch of crankiness peak through the afterglow. The bastard hadn't even taken his cloths off the entire time, and had already righted them. That just wasn't even fair. The sight of the mass of tentacles writhing around from beneath his black cape, though, made a shiver run through Kaito's entire body that he quickly squashed. Teenager or no, his hormones were waving little white flags as it was.
Kaito let his head lull back against the beam, even as he forced a hand to poke through his pockets and tug out several brightly colored handkerchiefs to clean up the cum spattered on him. There was probably some on the steel beam too, but he didn't have the energy to check just yet.
His Shinigami stepped closer to him, and crouched down in front of him. His tentacles had collected the scattered array of Kaito's clothing and now deposited them in a small pile beside him before Shinichi reached out to run a hand along Kaito's cheek. “Not too much was it?” the Shinigami challenged sweetly.
He snorted, “Absolutely not. I'm just more mortal than you'll ever be.”
“For obvious reasons,” Shinichi replied condescendingly. It made Kaito laugh for some reason.
Dawn light was starting to seep into the empty structure, and Kaito couldn't help but wonder how he hadn't noticed so much time had passed. Looking at Shinichi as the light chased the shadows away, he couldn't help but wonder at how normal he looked. It was almost terrifying how he could be so utterly inhuman one moment, and so normal the next.
In the gathering light his manifested tentacles were starting to become more and more transparent, fading away, in the sunlight until they were gone completely. Kaito considered the area over Shinichi's shoulder here one had been moments before, then turned his attention back on Shinichi. “You're not actually going to try and kill Hakuba, are you?”
The slice of a grin that appeared on the Shinigami's face ruined any sense of normality Kaito had had a moment before. “He knows better than to touch you.”
And, that made Kaito curious. “What did you do?”
Shinichi ran a finger down the bridge of his nose, then tapped the tip lightly. “Nothing to be concerned over, now come on and get dressed or do you want me to help?”
Kaito waved him aside and climbed to his feet. Luckily his muscles weren't rebelling too badly for him to hide any remaining shakiness, though the feral look on the Shinigami's face obviously said he wasn't fooled. Kaito merely cocked his naked hips to one side provocatively.
One day, he promised silently, he was going to get him back for everything he pulled. Death or not, no one got the better of Kaitou Kid forever. Then, ignoring the wolfish way Shinichi's luminous blue gaze was slowly raking over him, he stepped into his boxers, and grimaced slightly as he pulled them up. “You've got me covered in slime.”
Shinichi snorted, nose wrinkled again in that vague way that hinted at annoyance. Kaito figured he didn't like him referring to any bit of him as 'slime' or 'goo', but that was just too bad. Because it was slime. “It will dry, and I'm sure you know how to bathe. I've watched you plenty of times.”
The casual way he said that, made Kaito shiver again. Before he could formulate a properly mocking reply, Shinichi stepped around him, and held out a hand toward the steel upright Kaito had been pressed against not that long ago. A faint purple-black glow gathered around his hand. The biological material on the metal began to disappear as it was eaten away by the power of Death itself. Even the beam began to show signs of wear: Rust gathering on the areas Shinichi's gloved hands passed over.
Kaito knew someone was very likely to end up dead because of this, unless people noticed the slight change and saw fit to replace the damaged materials.
He couldn't let that bother him though, would have to get use to death whether he liked it or not. It was part of his life now, and even though Shinichi was callous about it, it wasn't because he was cruel. To him, it was merely the natural progression of things, and maybe it was. Kaito was sure it would always make him sick to a degree, but he could bring himself to understand it.
Instead he swallowed the touch of fear that came up with the knowledge that Death was working here, and pulled his pants up, then laced his belt through his belt loops and tightened it into place. He was just stepping into his shoes when Shinichi, apparently finished his self appointed clean up, reappeared as his side with his gloves held out for him, and Kid's top hat as well. Kid accepted his top hat, and perched it rakishly atop his head with a little twirl, then tugged his gloves on.
Shinichi's hand slid easily under his suit jacket where it retrieved his monocle from the pocket it had been placed in earlier. The Shinigami settled it lightly back in place. Kid stood still, simply watching as a creature that most would consider horrifying and cruel absently buttoned up his shirt and then his suit jacket for him. Shinichi gave him a long look out of luminous blue eyes.
“Well?” Shinichi asked, an echo of his earlier question.
Kid knew he wasn't asking about the sex, but he couldn't help but reply as such, “The tentacles were a nice touch, I don't think I'll ever be able to look at octopus the same again.”
Shinichi snorted, and raised a brow, waiting.
Finally, grinning like a loon, Kid relented. “I don't know how you can do it, kill so casually.”
The Shinigami blinked at him, and frowned. “It is not casual, it is their time to go, and so I make it happen. It just so happens that their time was changed to now, and has become a sudden, and violent, ending.”
“I know,” Kid murmured, and slid his fingers under Shinichi's black tie to straighten it out a little more: It was nice to know that the Shinigami was still a little mussed. He had the sudden urge to run his hands through his hair just to make him look as debauched and violated in all the right ways as Kid felt. “I know, and I know you don't feel or see things the same way I do, and I can live with that. I like you this way.”
Kid didn't know if something like this could ever have come to be if Shinichi hadn't died, and while he felt some guilt over it (Was the real Shinichi in Yomi even now, knowing that his form was being used by some other creature, or had he ceased to be and become what he was now? Would they ever know?), he didn't regret that it had happen. That, in the end, was what made him feel guilty now. Because, now, Shinichi was all his and he wouldn't have it any other way.
He closed his eyes for a moment, and touched a brief, chaste kiss to the corner of Shinichi's mouth before he smiled and said, “We should get going.”
And, a few minutes later as Shinichi followed him higher into the cross beams so he could make another death defying leap and make his way home, Kid couldn't help but feel a little sorry for the poor fools that made up the rest of humanity: They had no idea that death walked among them, looking just as normal as they did.
They had no idea that Death was real.
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 12:54 am (UTC)These two are hard to write, because I'm balancing what this series has made them, compared to actualy characterization. It's not exactly the easiest thing ever, but it's refreshing to write.
I've written all of... two, smutfics; I'm always worried about how they come out, but this was a gift for Sera. Never written tentacles before, lol!
Anyway, glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:56 am (UTC)I really liked how you described the tentacles btw.
And you know I am totally curious as to what Shinichi did to Hakuba XD
Wonderful job darling.
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Date: 2010-04-15 12:58 am (UTC)I'm glad, I had a very certain mental image when I thought of them... So, I just went for it. I've not read a whole lot of tentacle fic, let alone ever wrote it.
What Shinichi did to Hakuba is for me to know, and you to find out whenever I manage to write that fic. XDD
I'm glad you enjoyed~!
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Date: 2010-06-07 10:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-06-07 04:33 pm (UTC)Hot! XD
Date: 2010-07-06 10:24 pm (UTC)I loved the way Shinichi was the one in charge and all, it's pretty rare for most of the time Kaito's the leader of the relationship. Anyways, it was a good chapter and so i hope you update on the others soon!
~Lexie~
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Date: 2010-07-06 10:32 pm (UTC)Glad you enjoyed~
Re: Hot! XD
Date: 2010-07-06 10:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 01:10 am (UTC)either way i really liked this.
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Date: 2010-08-12 01:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-12 02:12 am (UTC)Delicious.
-licks lips in satisfaction-
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Date: 2010-08-12 02:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-09-30 07:45 am (UTC)Anyway, reading this fic...*melts* It's just mindblowingly good!!! XD
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Date: 2010-09-30 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-27 01:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-11-28 02:26 am (UTC)I LOVED IT. Why is it so HARD to find good tentacle sex? You did it wonderfully! Death!Shinichi is amazing.
Just a little typo I noticed: when Kaito was describing how Shinichi's tentacles faded out in the sun, you wrote 'here one was before' instead of 'where one was before'.
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Date: 2011-08-05 01:28 am (UTC)It was creepy and very hot at the same time and that is very interesting to feel. I never thought of tentacles as particularly appealing until now.
Death!Shinichi is so interesting though! I want to know what happened to make him like this. I was also reading through the comments and have to say it is weird that Shinichi is usually uke. It's pretty easy to see him as seme.
The last two paragraphs were amazing as well. To me, it shows that Kaito is definitely different from the rest of humanity and he realizes it, even if only a little.
Anyways, love this. Sexy and chilling are apt words to describe this. Thank you for writing it! ^.^
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Date: 2011-08-05 09:37 pm (UTC)glad you enjoyed. c:
Finally!
Date: 2011-11-24 07:31 am (UTC)That was hot, too hot and absolute delicious! I'm more of KaiShin fan but! This is just fabulous, seriously! I have no words to describe how I love this piece x3! Thanks for writing this and please do write more ^^!
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Date: 2012-11-29 10:35 pm (UTC)