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

Pairing: KaitoxShinichi

Rating: M

Warning: Lemon in this chapter.

Lure

Chapter 27 - Of Words and Actions

"So you jumped into the pool?" Takagi-keiji asked, his expression torn between incredulous and amazed. "That was really dangerous!"

"I know," Shinichi replied, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "But it was that or stay in a burning room."

Takagi winced. "That's true. Just one last question," he said quickly, noticing the way Shinichi shivered in his wet clothes. One of the officers had lent him a jacket, but that was the only dry piece of clothing Shinichi was wearing. Nobu would have been more than happy to offer him a change of clothes, no matter how ill fitting, but the fire had consumed most of the upper floors of the house—which was where the household's bedrooms and, consequently, their spare clothes had been. "You said you came with an officer from the KID Task Force. Do you know where he went?"

Shinichi had to fight really hard to keep a blank face. He and Kaito had known that his cover would be blown when the police arrived, so the thief had gone ahead to a hotel at the base of the mountain that he had had the foresight to book. "No," he said. "Haven't you seen him?"

"No, actually. And, when we contacted Nakamori-keibu, he said he hadn't sent an officer up here. In fact, he said he'd never heard of any potential heists in this area."

Shinichi had guessed that much already, but he had an act to keep up, so he stared. "Oh. I… Wait, but that means Fukawa-san was…"

Takagi rubbed at the back of his neck. "Yeah. Most likely, it was him." Apparently feeling that the situation was moving into awkward territory, he cleared his throat and stood. "Come on. Kitagawa-san is going to drive you to your hotel if you're sure you don't want to go to the hospital."

"Thanks. And I'm sure."

Kitagawa was a silent man, something for which Shinichi was grateful. The drive down the mountain was long, but it would have been longer if he had had to make small talk.

Now that the whole fiasco was over, he felt drained and empty. What had the point of this whole night been? A whole lot of people had been hurt, and for what?

Those depressing questions continued circling through his head as he thanked the officer for the ride and made his way into the hotel. He didn't need to speak to the front desk because Kaito had given him the keycard ahead of time. He was glad of that, though when Kaito had had the time to check into the hotel and get the cards, he had no idea. For now though, he didn't care. He found the door to the right room up on the fifth floor and let himself in.

Kaito was nowhere in sight, but the sound of the shower could be heard through the bathroom's closed door. The magician's wet clothes (both his disguise and his KID suit) were hanging up to dry.

The door shut behind Shinichi, locking automatically. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and he slumped back against the solid wood for a moment and just breathed.

The shower turned off. A few minutes later, the door opened and Kaito stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist and another in his hands as he dried his messy hair. He caught Shinichi looking and grinned. Shinichi's heart skipped a beat, and he blushed, looking away.

"Hey there. Glad you made it. You should hurry and get out of those wet clothes if you don't want to catch a cold."

Shinichi nodded mutely and scurried into the bathroom.

The hot water of the shower was a balm on his nerves.

He still wished he could stop thinking.

Half an hour later, his clothes too were hung up to dry with Kaito's. Since they didn't have any spare clothes (well, Shinichi didn't. He didn't know if Kaito really didn't have any spare clothes or if the thief was just pretending), they wound up sitting together on the hotel bed with a blanket wrapped around the both of them as they watched a movie.

Five minutes into the show, Kaito pulled Shinichi onto his lap. The detective made no comment, simply settling himself more comfortably in his partner's embrace.

The movie was a mystery and surprisingly good, but the day had been long, and Shinichi found himself stifling a yawn. He felt warm and drowsy, but at the same time he couldn't seem to manage to actually sleep. He supposed part of him was still a little on edge after the close call he'd had. And whenever the day's incidents crossed his mind, he couldn't help but feel guilty that any of it had happened at all. The entire escapade had been just so…pointless. They had foiled the plans of a selfish, spiteful woman, but those plans had only been hatched because he had helped catch a murderer in the past. All his life, he had been working towards solving and stopping crimes, but was he really making a difference? He still saw just as many murders now as he did in the past. He preferred to believe that human beings were innately good, but sometimes, he had to wonder…

With an effort, he pushed those depressing thoughts away and tried to focus on the movie. The main characters had just found definitive evidence of who the killer was, but it seemed the killer had caught on to the fact that they were on his trail and was beginning to plot to frame them for his crimes. The tension was rising, but despite his best efforts, Shinichi found himself having to pull his attention back to the story every few seconds.

He felt more than heard Kaito sigh. Tilting his head back, he glanced up at the side of the magician's face only to meet a pair of indigo eyes. They were studying him intently. For a long moment, they simply gazed at each other, each reading the lingering tension and unrest in the other's faces. On a whim, Shinichi leaned up and brushed his lips against the magician's, wishing he knew how to tell Kaito just how grateful he was to have the magician here with him. But he couldn't seem to bring himself to speak. Letting out a sigh of his own, he turned his gaze back to the television as he tried again to focus on the present, letting the movie and Kaito's reassuring presence chase away his restless, half-formed thoughts.

Kaito's fingers began tracing light circles on his thighs. Shinichi sighed and shifted, leaning back more heavily against the magician's chest. Kaito's fingers danced across his stomach, causing Shinichi to stifle a giggle, before they drifted over Shinichi's inner thighs. Kaito grinned when Shinichi unconsciously spread his legs. The magician's fingers continued their feather light exploration, teasing—but also assessing. Checking for injuries.

Shinichi's eyelids fluttered. The muted voices from the television receded to a humming background blur, as did any thoughts of the day's events. Shinichi welcomed the distraction. It was much easier to focus on the magician than the plot of the movie, which had finished exploring the mystery and moved on into flashy action scenes that didn't involve any thinking. His skin tingled under Kaito's hands. His whole body felt warm and pliant.

One calloused hand slid across his belly, over his hip, down his thigh then up again until it closed around his growing arousal.

He moaned, his head falling back onto Kaito's shoulder. The hand gave a long, firm pull and Shinichi's hips bucked. His breaths were coming in shorter now. With his eyes closed, all his attention was focused on the sensation of the hands wandering his body. Calloused fingers trailed over his chest, pausing to pinch and play with his nipples before migrating further up to trace his collar bones and the curve of his neck until they were pressing into his mouth. Shinichi found himself sucking eagerly on the thief's fingers.

The magician regarded the detective on his lap through half-lidded eyes, a faint smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He loved the way Shinichi responded to his every touch. And the way Shinichi's tongue was curling hot and wet and eager around his fingers was sending tingles of electricity up his spine.

He allowed Shinichi to suck on his fingers a little longer before he pulled them free. His hand slid down to press a saliva-slick finger into Shinichi's entrance. The finger probed deeper, and Shinichi's breath left him in a soft sigh that hinted at a moan. The finger eased itself in and out in rhythm with the hand stroking him, making Shinichi squirm, caught between the two sensations. Then there was a second finger pushing into him alongside the first: stretching him.

Shinichi's lips parted in soft, mewling gasps. He lay limp against Kaito's chest, breathing ragged, legs spread wide and quivering. The fingers thrust and scissored as the hand pumping him began to move faster, and soon all Shinichi could do was whimper for more. The two fingers had become three, and they were thrusting into him more roughly now. His toes curled in pleasure. Then Kaito's fingers found that spot, and he cried out as his back arched and his hands grasped and twisted at the blanket still draped around them.

An almost feral grin tugged at Kaito's lips as he pressed his fingers hard into that spot again and again, delighting in Shinichi's pleasured cries.

There was something incredibly satisfying about how he could reduce Shinichi to a writhing mess with just his hands. His detective was completely at his mercy, ready to be subjected to the thief's every whim. The thought was enough to make his own already rock hard member throb with desire.

Shinichi whimpered when Kaito's hands abruptly abandoned their ministrations.

But then Kaito had hooked an arm around his waist and he was being lifted up as Kaito rose to his knees on the bed, turning them away from the TV.

Shinichi blinked, finding himself on all fours with a face full of pillow and a magician looming over him, calloused hands gripping his hips. He didn't have any time to contemplate the change of position however as he felt the tip of Kaito's hard cock pressing against his entrance. Then the thief was pushing into him from behind, thick and hot. Shinichi clenched his rear around the intrusion as a contented moan escaped his lips. He blushed, realizing that he was on the verge of coming just from the feeling of being filled by Kaito.

He wanted more. He wanted Kaito to take him hard and fast—wanted to forget about everything except his magician and this feeling of closeness.

He relished in the knowledge that he was the center of Kaito's attention. The one that the magician had chosen. The one that Kaito loved. That knowledge made the pleasure of their coupling all the more intense.

As though in answer to his thoughts, Kaito began to thrust.

Shinichi buried his face in a pillow to muffle his screams of pure pleasure as Kaito thrust into him, hard and deep, again and again and again.

It was bliss. It was a fire that burned without pain. It consumed them, wrapping them in this one timeless moment when their minds were full of nothing but each other.

Their cries as they came together were as one voice, joint in the ecstasy of their lovemaking.

They collapsed onto the bed where they were, still joined and breathing hard. Shinichi squirmed a little, failing to swallow a moan. He could feel Kaito's hot essence inside him. The sensation made him blush even after all this time.

He whimpered a little as he felt Kaito pulling out of him.

Chuckling softly, Kaito laid down next to him and pulled Shinichi onto his chest. Long, dexterous fingers combed lovingly through soft, black hair.

"I was scared, you know," Kaito said quietly, breaking the comfortable silence. "I thought I was going to lose you."

Shinichi cringed. "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault."

"I know, but I…" Shinichi trailed off, not sure what exactly he wanted to say.

As a detective, he knew he would make enemies. But there was always something particularly disheartening about being condemned by the loved ones of criminals for uncovering those criminals' crimes like it was he who was the villain. He didn't meet many like that, but when he did, it always left him feeling off even when the people in question were as self-centered as Shizuran. And now Nobu's entire family and staff had had to suffer through not only being held hostage but also having half their home burned down. They were completely innocent bystanders who should never have been involved in any of this.

"You're not responsible for that woman's choices," Kaito said sharply as though he'd read Shinichi's mind.

Shinichi blinked up at the magician, startled by his vehemence but grateful for it too. Leaning up, he placed a kiss on the magician's lips. "Thank you. I promise I'll try harder not to worry you in the future.""

Kaito snorted. "I'll hold you to that." Then he smiled and pulled Shinichi in for another, deeper kiss. "That's enough gloomy talk. Did you want to finish the movie? Or~" His hands trailed down Shinichi's spine to coddle his rear. "Are you ready for round two?"

The blush crept back into Shinichi's cheeks, but he answered the magician with a smile of his own, shifting so that he was now straddling Kaito's hips right on top of the thief's partially erect member. The sensation made him shiver, and he leaned up to murmur into Kaito's ear.

"I like it when you come inside me."

The way the thief's eyes widened in shock was worth the mortification he felt at his own wanton behavior.

In an instant, Kaito had flipped them over, pinning Shinichi to the bed. The detective automatically wrapped his legs around Kaito's waist. He found himself blinking up into dark indigo eyes that gleamed in a way that made his stomach flip over and his body feel hot all over.

Leaning down, Kaito captured the detective's lips in another deep, heated kiss.

The night was still young. And tomorrow was a Saturday. That meant they still had a whole weekend to themselves. And Kaito fully intended to take advantage of every minute.

-To Be Continued-