Mikau: Hi there and welcome! Thanks so much for taking the time to check out my work! This is another one those picture prompt writing challenges I do when I have writer's block. The picture was pretty much as the fic describes the scene. Again, I have no idea who drew the picture, but it was pretty, and it inspired me to write this, so thank you very much to the artist! I hope you enjoy the fic!

Disclaimer: If I owned it, Mouri would eventually wise up a bit. I know he's one of the comic relief characters, but I think we can take him a little more seriously every once in a while. Like in that time bombed rental car episode. That was beautiful.

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Chained at the Ankle

"Could you at least try to look a little put out by the fact that I caught you?" Shinichi grumbled.

Kid blinked, looking down at the shiny cuff around his ankle that attached him via a long chain to the detective who was wearing a matching cuff around his own ankle. Kid picked up his foot and was out of the restraint in under ten seconds.

"Hey!" Shinichi whined.

Kid blinked twice. He slipped the cuff back around his ankle and tightened it until it locked in place. That seemed to appease the sleuth.

"As I was saying, when we reach the port in…"

"Three hours and twenty-three minutes." Kid shrugged, mentally wincing. He was starting to sound like Hakuba. They'd been spending too much time hanging out lately, and the Brit was beginning to rub off on him.

"…in three hours and twenty-three minutes, the police will be waiting to take you into custody," Shinichi proudly reported.

"So all you have to do is keep me entertained until then," Kid chuckled, taking a seat on top of the coffee table. "Shouldn't be too hard considering that this is the honeymoon suite, and we've got a bottle of wine—nice vintage—and a marvelous view of the unsullied night sky out our window. Look at the full moon. It's so romantic, Tantei-kun! You shouldn't have!"

Shinichi crossed his arms and took a seat on the couch behind Kid. He looked a lot like a sullen child. Kid had seen that expression more than once on Edogawa Conan's face. Okay. Obviously the detective was not amused with Kid's insinuative teasing.

"Right. Anyone up for a rousing game of Crazy Eights?" Kid hesitantly peeked over his shoulder. He could feel Shinichi slicing holes into his back with his dagger-sharp glare.

Shinichi continued to sulk menacingly.

"So…what's a nice detective like you doing on a ship like this?" Kid fished. It was a stretch, but maybe it'd start a conversation. I mean, they did have three and a half hours to kill, and he might as well do it in his rival's company before making his daring escape with the gem in tow.

"I'm here to catch you," Shinichi snorted rather…indelicately. "You sent a notice, remember? You think I like wasting my Friday nights on luxury liners?"

"I wouldn't know." Kid shrugged. At least he'd gotten a response this time. "You are rich, and a lot of rich people enjoy this sort of thing. To be fair, you're not the typical little rich boy. So…see any good movies recently?"

"How about we don't talk?" Shinichi replied tersely.

"For four whole hours?!" Kaito exclaimed, whipping around to stare incredulously at his captor of sorts.

"It's closer to three." Shinichi shrugged, looking away.

"How about no?" Kid smiled pleasantly, picking up the bottle of wine and uncorking it. "Usually I don't drink on the job, but it does seem like a terrible waste to not drink this, don't you agree?"

"You're underage," Shinichi retorted, rolling his eyes.

"Phantoms are ageless." Kid smirked, pouring two glasses.

"Yeah, and under that silk hat and monocle, you're a nineteen year-old who's too young to drink," Shinichi alleged.

Bull's eye.

On the inside, Kaito was very near panicking.

"Oh am I now?" Kid took a calm sip from his own glass before holding out the other for Shinichi.

Surprisingly enough, the detective took the drink and drained it. "I bet I can drink you under the table."

"Y-You drink?" Kid stuttered, taken aback at Shinichi's seemingly uncharacteristic behavior. "Even though you're underage?" He'd seemed fairly straight-laced.

"Yep." Shinichi began filling up another glass. "You'd better hurry. I'm one glass up on you already. You're going to look pretty silly losing to a kid like me, Mr. 'Ageless Phantom'."

Kaito thought they were both going to look pretty silly at the end of the night getting blind drunk.

Still, he shrugged and downed his own glass. It burned. He'd impersonated a sommelier before, so he'd become very familiar with different kinds of wine, their smells, and their tastes, but he'd never actually drunk wine other than just a sip to be able to identify it.

After the first glass, Kid only feigned drinking, disposing of the liquid whenever Shinichi was distracted.

Shinichi had had five glasses back to back and was beginning to look a little green when Kid stopped him, saying, "Tantei-kun, I'm at my limit. Despite what you may think, I do know when to give up and admit my defeat. You win."

"Ha!" The detective stuck out his chest and laughed with pride. It kind of reminded Kaito of Nakamori-keibu or that idiot Detective Mouri. "Take that, Kid. I've finally won!"

"Yep. It's my loss. You've beaten me entirely." He felt a little bad about letting Kudo get so drunk when he himself had only had one glass, but…this was work, nothing personal.

It started getting personal very quickly when Shinichi crawled forward onto the coffee table and cupped Kid's cheek. "You're pretty for a thief, you know…. You're pretty for a guy."

"Tantei-kun, I think you've had a bit too much to drink," Kid laughed nervously, pulling away but not getting too far because of the chain-gang-style ankle bracelet connecting them.

"I think you haven't had enough," Shinichi returned, continuing his advance, scooting closer until there was no coffee table left for Kid to retreat on. Shinichi reached out and took Kid's face in his palm once more.

"Tantei-kun, I—"

"—Shinichi," the detective corrected. "Look at the moon, Kid. It's as big as your pupils."

Kaito's mouth went dry. Now was not a good time for his little crush to be making itself apparent. "It's just…just…the dim lighting! The alcohol!"

Shinichi shook his head. "It's lust." He leaned in to capture Kaito's lips.

Kaito backpedaled, falling off of the table and to the floor.

Shinichi followed, pinning the thief and pressing his lips to Kaito's.

At first, Kaito fought it, desperately squirming and thrashing, trying to throw Shinichi off, but then Kaito's bucking hips just so happened to come in contact with Shinichi's thigh, and the sudden friction nearly knocked Kaito out. He was seeing stars, and not just the ones brightly shinning outside of the window.

The brain in Kaito's head only came back online half an hour later, and it was then that he realized that his shirt was unbuttoned; his tie, suit jacket, and hat were gone; and his pants were soon to follow.

"Stop!" he gasped as Shinichi attacked his pants zipper.

Shinichi briefly paused.

"Y-You're drunk. We shouldn't be doing this! You're too drunk to be making these kinds of decisions!"

Shinichi rolled his eyes. "I'm not that drunk. Notice that my words are perfectly clear? No slurring. Here." Shinichi grabbed the second bottle of wine he'd opened earlier and took some into his mouth. He pressed his lips to Kaito's once more and force-fed the wine to the thief.

"Stop!" Kaito protested again.

"Shh," Shinichi soothed, repeating his actions and forcing wine down Kaito's throat again. "Have some more wine. Loosen up. We both want this, right? I mean…you like me too, don't you?"

Kaito blinked. "'Too'?"

Shinichi blushed, looking away. "Well…yeah. I mean…I like you. Do you like me too?"

Kaito nodded. "I thought…Mouri-chan?"

Shinichi shook his head.

"But…don't you want to have me arrested and put in jail?" Kaito gulped.

Shinichi shook his head again. "I want to capture you. You know…a little bit like now. It's just part of the game to turn you in to the police at the end. You always get away first, though, and then we get to play again next time. I don't actually want to see you behind bars. You're a beautiful creature that deserves to be free."

"You're not just saying all that to get me into bed with you, right?" Kaito shifted uncomfortably beneath his rival…crush.

Shinichi shook his head and smiled.

"Earlier…when I was teasing you about this being the honeymoon suite and you entertaining me…you looked all grumpy. Only after you started drinking did you seem interested in me. Were you just playing hard to get, or…?" Kaito fidgeted, trying not to look Shinichi directly in the eyes, but his gaze kept getting stuck there. He really did feel like he was being held captive by those enticing ocean blue orbs.

Shinichi leaned in and drew a long, sloppy kiss from Kaito's lips. "You're an infamous flirt, and I really do have feelings for you. I was cranky earlier because I thought you were just teasing me, and it hurt. I only got up the courage to actually make a move on you and really go for it after I'd had a bit to drink. By the way, you weren't the only one just pretending to drink."

"How many glasses did you really have?" Even though Kaito hadn't had much alcohol, the crazy cocktail of hormones rushing through his body was making him feel incredibly drunk.

"Three." Shinichi smirked. "That's my limit. The fourth glass is the difference between feeling tipsy and being drunk, and I don't like crossing that line. So…uh…that waterbed over there looks a lot more comfortable than the floor, doesn't it?"

Kaito knew he should say no. Really, what the hell was he thinking? He was at work…utterly disheveled and currently making out with his opponent. He could have slapped himself, but…Shinichi liked him too. Shinichi wanted him too, and they still had two hours and fifty-two minutes. Kaito could afford to kill another hour or two pleasantly with Shinichi, and then he'd still have plenty of time to straighten his rumpled clothing, freshen up, and make preparations for his escape.

"Okay, but I don't go any further than second base on a first date," Kaito tentatively agreed.

But then the hormonal teenage part of his brain took over, and he found himself voluntarily tossing his shirt and pants aside, anything to get more friction, more skin-on-skin contact.

"Shinichi," he whimpered as the detective sucked on his collarbone, surely leaving a sizable hickey behind.

"What's your name?" Shinichi asked huskily about fifteen minutes later when he broke his torrential barrage of kisses for air.

Kaito knew he shouldn't. This was bad. Shinichi had seen…well, everything, and if he had a name to go with it… Shinichi could be wearing a wire. This could all be a clever trap, and geez, Kaito was going to feel like such an idiot loser when Shinichi laughed at him and declared his victory…only…Shinichi wasn't wearing anything at all.

Shinichi kissed him again. "I love you. What's your name?"

"Kaito," Kaito whispered.

"Kaito. Kaito. Kaito," Shinichi called between kisses, and Kaito was done for.

"I love you," Kaito mumbled against Shinichi's shoulder.

Shinichi pushed up on his hands and knees to face Kaito and look him in the eye. "I…I want you." Shinichi seemed to be holding his breath as he looked down hesitantly, nervously, questioning and pleading, at Kaito.

Kaito gulped and nodded.

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Shinichi collapsed on the bed beside Kaito, and the thief sidled up to his mate, resting his head on Shinichi's chest to listen to the erratic pounding of Shinichi's heart.

"Wow," Shinichi whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of Kaito's head.

"I love you," Kaito chuckled, stretching like a cat.

"I love you too," Shinichi hummed happily.

"Does this mean that we're dating now?" Kaito held his breath. He should have thought about how this would complicate things before he'd gotten into bed with the detective. He didn't want this to be an open relationship, no strings attached. Kaito wanted all of Shinichi. He wanted commitment and anniversaries and silly "Just wanted you to know I was thinking about you" texts and chocolate and flowers and rings and promises and a house with a white picket fence and five children and three dogs and two cats and a soccer mom van. He wanted good mornings and I made you breakfasts and have a good day at works and don't forget your lunches and I'll miss yous and I'm homes and how was your days and I made your favorite for dinners and good nights and I love yous.

"We…don't have to be," Shinichi replied hesitantly, lightly stroking Kaito's hair. "If you don't want to. I don't…I don't particularly care."

Kaito's heart lurched. He sat up and glared down at Shinichi. "How can you say that after you just told me that you love me?! What the hell do you mean that you don't care?! If you really loved me, you'd fight for me!"

"D-Do you want to be my boyfriend?" Shinichi held his breath, not daring to hope. "I just thought…I was happy to just be one of your consorts. You're an illustrious phantom thief…a free spirit; I didn't presume to tie you down by exerting any kind of claim on you."

"I'm monogamous, and I do remember saying that I was in love with you," Kaito snorted. "You do the math."

Shinichi beamed. "Really?"

Kaito rolled his eyes, snuggling up to Shinichi once more. "Really."

"You really want to be 'mine'?" Shinichi could barely contain his excitement.

"I gave you my virginity; what more do you want?" Kaito grumbled into Shinichi's pectoral.

"How about your phone number?" Shinichi returned, knowing better than to comment on the fact that Kaito had been a virgin. "And your last name? God, I know so little about you, Kaito. I wanna know everything."

"We don't have that kind of time on our hands. I've got fifteen minutes before I have to go shower and prepare for my daring escape. Later, though. I promise to tell you all about me later." Kaito closed his eyes, basking in the warmth and the glow. He was so comfortable there in Shinichi's arms. He'd be glad to stay there forever, if only they could. Unfortunately, they both lived very full lives, and their schedules simply wouldn't allow them to lie around in bed all day simply enjoying each other's company.

"Well…can we start right now with your full name?" Shinichi pressed.

"Kuroba Kaito," Kaito conceded.

Shinichi nodded. "I'm guessing that that famous magician Kuroba Touichi was your father?"

Now it was Kaito's turn to nod, but he didn't give a verbal reply. That was a conversation for another time. For now, he really just wanted to lie there in Shinichi's loose hold with his boyfriend petting his hair.

Fifteen minutes passed way too quickly, and soon it was time for Kaito to get showered and dressed. Luckily, Shinichi joined him for the shower. Unfortunately, that made the shower take a whole lot longer than Kaito had originally planned on.

Once they were toweled off and dressed, Kaito turned to Shinichi and gave him a goodbye kiss. "I love you," he reminded Shinichi before knocking the sleuth out with one of his sleeping gas capsules.

Kid was back to work. It wasn't anything personal; he just had a job to do, and that job involved escaping without being apprehended by the police thanks to his oh so charming and clever detective boyfriend.

Kaito did, however, leave a note: "I love you! Breakfast tomorrow morning at nine? Call me!" He left his phone number at the bottom of the note and signed it with a four-leaf clover.

Hopefully Shinichi wouldn't be too upset about the whole sleeping gas thing and actually would call.

Speaking of cell phones. Kaito pulled out his and took a picture of Shinichi's sleeping face, saving it as his background. And then, with a smirk and a giddy chuckle, the Kaitou Kid was on his way, back on the job.

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