Hakuba watched as he pulled away, and was thankful he kept his arm from touching the ground. His mind was returning, but not completely; he was tired. He was past the point of exhaustion, all the emotions he’d been dealing with, and then this? He just wanted to sleep, rest for a few hours maybe finally get a good nights sleep. He hadn’t had one of those in a long time, not since he started developing feelings for Kuroba.

Right, his feelings.

He reached up an gripped the collar of his suit jacket and tried to pull him down so he could speak, but the world was already starting to go black with sleep. He swallowed, trying to find his voice; this was important. This was something he had to say, if he didn’t say it now, he knew he would never say it again. He needed Kuroba to know this, no matter how much he would deny it later.

His hand was slipping from the shirt but he finally spoke. “I-” He swallowed again, breath starting to even out. “I…lo…….” The sentence never finished, sleep had taken him and his hand slipped to the floor as he sunk into the darkness.

Kaito was more than a little surprised when Hakuba took hold of his clothes. He did comply with the weak pull, ringing softly as he leaned in, but had been fully expecting to be pushed away, if anything… And if how the detective looked right now and the fact his hand was already starting to lose its grip was anything to go by, he likely was going to…

The other’s voice interrupted his thoughts and he focused back on the face in front of him. Then his eyes started to widen, though Hakuba suddenly passing out kept him from reacting too much beyond that. Surely he hadn’t been about to say… No… more likely not…

…But he could hope.

A gentle smile came up as he reached out with his unsullied hand to cup the side of the other’s face, rubbing a bit at his cheek with the thumb. After a moment he sighed and pulled away again. It was nice that Hakuba hadn’t just left him again, or done something similar… But a passed out mysophobic detective probably shouldn’t be left as he was after that…

The magician slowly stood up, already thinking about what he’d need to do.

First and foremost, a washcloth and new clothes for the other. He was the one who would freak out if left dirty, so he was the priority. The latter would be easy to get, since he already knew where Hakuba’s room was… Hopefully the other wouldn’t mind too much if he briefly went in to get the clothes… The former would be easy as well…. though afterward, he’d have to…

Aaaand now his face was bright red. Great. After what he’d just done, one would think he wouldn’t get so embarrassed by the idea, but nope. The more composed side of him had already drawn back, and he wasn’t distracted by a needy detective, so… the self-consciousness was hitting him quite hard.

He shook his head and tried focusing on what he had to do right now instead, finally moving to collect what he needed. The only time he stopped was to wash his hands and consider his own clothes. The jacket was easy to deal with, just taking it off and folding it in so that the soiled side wouldn’t be seen. The shirt underneath was fine and so were his pants, for the most part. But really, he didn’t particularly care himself so much as he knew Hakuba would probably not be happy to see it tomorrow.

Right. Focus. Get the tantei clean, then worry about later.

~~(Awkward Kai washing and changing Hakuba’s clothes goes here, because he’s too embarrassed to write it out and it would be too long)~~

Kaito stretched after finally having gotten the detective settled on the couch. He’d put the other clothes folded off to the side for now, though he had a sneaking suspicion Hakuba was going to burn them anyway later… Ah, well.

He glanced over at the discarded blanket he’d placed over the detective earlier, debating for a moment before leaving it where it was, instead leaving the room again and returning with his cape. It wasn’t as good for heat, but it did cover, and the fire was warm enough to make up for any lack of insulation.

Looking at the blanket again, he finally went over and picked it up, holding it in his hands a moment before starting to fold it. The only real reason he hadn’t used it was because… well… he would rather it be associated with the peaceful moment before the slight mess happened than being used right afterward, even if he’d personally made sure everything was fine.

He put it on the floor to the side of the couch and hesitated before going over to Hakuba one more time, brushing back some hair to put one more kiss on his forehead. Then he sat down in front of the couch, crossing his arms lightly and stretching his legs out in front of him as he leaned his head back on the cushion. Aaaand it was then that he felt something beneath him and he was reminded that he still had the tail. And the ears.

Huh…

Half a thought went to wondering if he should take them off, but he really didn’t care enough to. He just pulled the tail out from under him and laid it off to the side, looking at his hand for a moment afterward before smiling and returning it to where it was, getting comfortable and letting the warmth of the fire and the sound of the other’s breathing carry him off to sleep as well.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

It didn’t take very long.

Hakuba squirmed as much as he was able to, bucking his hips up into the hand around his erection, gasping and moaning punctured only by whines and soft cries as the head of his cock was rubbed. He could feel it coming, he trembled, legs shaking as he clung to Kuroba, eyes wide before finally crying out loudly, back arching almost painfully as he came. His hips bucked up a few times during his orgasm before he collapsed against the couch, arms sliding to his side.

He was panting,. heavily, eyes half lidded, exhausted and finding it very hard to keep his eyes open.

He couldn’t hide the smile that rose up as Hakuba finally got his release. He used the hand to stroke the detective’s member a few more times before pulling it away, and put on last kiss on the other’s neck. Then he reluctantly moved back completely, making sure not to put his arm down on the ground.

Now came the less fun part.

After all that, Hakuba was sure to calm down and get over wanting to be touched. He’d likely go take a shower or something immediately. But what else he might do, Kaito wasn’t sure. Tell him to leave? Just walk off and not say anything again?

He looked down at himself before looking back up at the detective.

He couldn’t really do much but wait and see, right now…

Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light.

Turkish Proverb (via agent-hs)

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba swallowed when he saw the other smirk, and he wondered if he was going to be teased again. He arched when the head of his cock was rubbed and let out a soft whine, it did seem like he was going to. He was going to protest, but he moaned as he felt the other start to stroke him properly. His eyes went wide and he reached up to grip Kuroba’s suit jacket, even the slow grind of his hand feeling amazing.

This was different then when he did it with himself. Then he could only focus on how dirty he was getting, and the pain in his hands, but when Kuroba did it, it sent nothing but pleasure through his body. He felt like an exposed nerve, like with even the slightest touch he’d be pushed over the edge, and he found himself quickly reaching the point of orgasm. It was rather embarrassing really, but he was new to all this.

Hakuba didn’t hesitate with his kiss this time, though it still stayed just the press of lips, and he whined into it as his hips were held down. He wanted to buck, his hips thrusting up as much as the hand would allow. He tightened his grip on the suit jacket, moving an arm around the back of his neck to hold on better, scared that he’d fall if he let go.

Honestly, he was having fun. He probably shouldn’t be, considering Hakuba wouldn’t always be like this, but he was enjoying being able to touch, kiss, and pull these sounds out of the detective. Even though the thief had managed to pull himself back, he could feel a rush of possessiveness wanting to rise up, saying that Hakuba was his. His detective to play with, to stay with, to love. He’d all but forgotten that he was technically the pet right now, the bell largely being ignored by this time. Oh, he still had enough awareness to know how this had started happening, and that he shouldn’t go too far, else he’d be hurting the other later. But with even the persona that he fell back behind gradually starting to lose control, Kaito knew he really would need to finish this quickly.

Luckily, he also knew the other was close.

His hand picked up speed, maintaining a firm, but not harsh, pressure as it ran up and down the shaft, sliding his hand back up over the head to go down the entire length of his cock as he worked, still maintaining the hold on the the detective’s hips, though he did allow for some of the movement. Enough that Hakuba shouldn’t feel too held back, but kept back so that it wouldn’t throw off the pace of anything the thief was doing. And much as he liked his detective’s lips, he also wanted to hear the other. So he let his mouth trail down to put kisses on Hakuba’s neck, licking a few times on his way down, but not sucking at any point.

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba wanted Kuroba to stop teasing him.

He wanted his full hand around his erection, not just the two fingers brushing against him. He couldn’t take that, it was too much. He was starting to ache with the need to cum, and the light touched of his fingers just weren’t enough. His face flushed deeper, and it seemed he hadn’t conveyed himself enough for him to understand. He couldn’t ask it out loud, the thought to embarrassing, even when he was this far gone.

He swallowed, moving Kuroba’s wrist downward and pressing it against his erection and then reached down to curl his fingers around his hand, so Kuroba’s hand was wrapped around him. He hoped this got the message through loud and clear, he was already rather embarrassed at just doing this. It just felt so good. When he did it, all he could think about was how dirty his hands were, or going to get, and the pain from his sores and blisters rubbing against skin.

“P-Please, Kuroba-kun.”

…Oh…

He couldn’t help the slight blush that came up when the other had him take hold of his member, though it was more out of not realising what Hakuba had wanted than by the action itself. He had teased a bit after undoing the pants, but he’d had every intention of getting to actually helping the other soon afterwards. Really, that was why the wrist grab had confused him so much… He hadn’t been sure exactly what the other had been telling him to stop doing. It was almost as though they’d both been restricted in what they could say…

Eyes flicked down to his hand before going back to Hakuba’s face and he smirked.

…But he supposed he could make up for the miscommunication some.

The thief gave the head a few quick rubs with his thumb before slowly starting to pump, gradually picking up speed. And as he was working on that, he moved forward some and leaned in to take the detective’s lips again, other hand sliding down to put a firm hold on the other’s hip to keep some of Hakuba’s movement under control.

whiteknighthakuba:

“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed… You are rather fun to chase, you know.” Hakuba laughed, shifting in the blankets to roll onto his side, head propped up on his elbow so he could watch Kid in leisure. Of course, it was then that he remembered his lack of clothing. Oh. And Kid had pulled up the covers, clearly, as he never slept with them quite so high on his shoulders…

Oh.

He blushed, turning his head away to glance toward his nightstand, feigning the need to look at the time. It served as some sort of reassurance, anyway, but did not ease the color on his cheeks. What to do?

"Are you… planning to stay?”

The thief managed to hold back a laugh of his own at the other turning away. Colours might not be well seen at night, but it’s hard to ignore a darkening face.

“Hadn’t been planning on it,” he answered, shrugging slightly, “Just wanted to check in with you. But it’s not like I have any particular reason to have to leave either, so if you wanted me to… I wouldn’t mind staying.”

He tilted his head and grinned, tone becoming more teasing.

“Just so long as you wouldn’t try to catch me while I’m here, tantei-san.~”

britishhsdetectivehakuba:

Hakuba arched his back as Kuroba slipped more of his fingers into his mouth, breath cut of in a hitch, and then let out as a loud whine. He was not used to this at all, it was like his whole body was just one large erogenous zone and no matter where the other touched, it sent waves of pleasureable heat to his abdomin. All he could think of was Kuroba, Kuroba’s hands, his mouth, his tongue… he could think of nothing else, and for once; it was nice.

Hakuba cried out once again as the rubbing continued, hips bucking upwards, following by needy whines. He’d never been touched here before, and although they’d done something like this once before, the fact Kuroba was touching him himself, it made it different. His hand was warm and felt so good. He didn’t want him to stop, he wanted to feel more and more of this sensation.

His eyes went wide as he felt bare, warm fingers against the sensitive flesh of his erection. He let out a startled moan, not noticing the other had undid his pants. He felt like he was being teased, teased in a good way, but still teased. This all seemed like one big tease, like there should be more, needed to be more. He squirmed a little and grabbed at Kuroba’s wrist, head falling back against the couch.

“K-Kuroba-kun, p-please… I need…” He let out a soft whine, face flushing redder yet. “I want…” He swallowed, he didn’t know how to get the words out, how to speak something he didn’t even understand. “Please…”

The thief paused everything when the other grabbed his wrist, confused. If the wonderful sounds Hakuba had been making were anything to go by, he certainly liked what the brunet had been doing… And he was trying to ask for something… Had he done something wrong? He didn’t really think he had, since there was no admonition… but why the sudden hold? If the detective’s desire was making him so needy, shouldn’t he want him to continue? Or was there something else he wanted? Less? No, Hakuba was a bit far gone for him to be wanting less. More? There wasn’t a reason to grab the hand that was already at work in that case… Unless he just didn’t want him using his hand?

He turned back to stare at the other’s face, slowly slipping the fingers from his mouth and licked away any saliva that had trailed out onto his lips, giving the other a questioning hum. Regardless of how embarrassing it might be to voice what he wanted, that would have to be what the detective was going to do, if the thief was to know exactly what was desired.

Memories of Sorrow

x

Confetti flew through the air as the sound of cheering echoed from all around. Smiles and clapping, all directed at the man on stage, who took a bow, smiling as he always did, before setting the black box he had been using off to the side, spinning it upside down as he did, his assistant coming to take it backstage soon afterwards. As the magician, began preparing for the next trick, his eyes passed over the crowd and something flashed through his eyes for a moment, focusing in on the back of the room before he turned his attention back to what was left onstage.

The next part was an escape. One he’d done and had practiced at so many times he could perform it blindfolded. Which, he actually /had/ done before, if only in front of his family as a test.

Which is why the chaos that filled the room soon after he’d entered the suspended white box, shackled and tied as per usual, came as all the more of a shock to the yound child stood there, staring up at the stage while other people ran past him in panic.

What was going on? How had the fire started? Where was Jii-chan? Why had his father not come out yet? Why was no one trying to /help/ him?

It wasn’t until the boy felt a hand grab his arm and start to try and pull him away that he came out of the void his thoughts had been spiralling into and he protested. He faught against the insistent tug, yelling and reaching towards the stage, trying to get someone, /anyone/, to realise the magician hadn’t come out of the box. That he was still inside while the flames were crossing the stage hungrily.

But no one heard him above the sounds of the screaming and scared cries of the audience who, only minutes ago, hadn’t been able to turn away from the man they were now leaving behind. The pull slackened and a figure came to block his view of the platform, picking him up and throwing the child over a shoulder, taking him away, screaming and struggling. A head turned up one last time towards the stage, tears falling down and eyes widening as part of the rafters fell, debris and smoke completely hiding everything just before the boy was taken out.

He didn’t even notice when he was put down. Everything in his mind had gone silent as he stared at the building, eyes wide and unfocused, tears streaming down his face. A choke, and a trembling started. Then he slowly bent down. His arms reached across himself to grab tightly, almost painfully at each other, but he didn’t care. He couldn’t feel it. Nothing was hurting more than his heart right now, anyway.

“Tou-san…”

Memories of Sorrow

x

A part of him was still hoping this was a literal nightmare. That the time since the heist on that rainy night never actually happened. Never saw that accursed mask, nor spoke with the one behind it. Never met his on. Never learned everything.

At least then he wouldn’t be hurting so much right now.

He’d anticipated the chance the man wouldn’t listen. Nightmare had been working with and manipulating criminals for so long, it was inevitable that some of the darkness had grown too much, that he was too desperate to achieve his goal. Why should he listen to the words of a thief telling him to stop?

But the voice of the boy who was the reason behind Nightmare echoing though the building /did/ catch the thief off guard. And, apparently, the one aiming a gun at him.

Even with being in danger himself, it wasn’t until the man started to fall that he felt his heart stop. He didn’t need to think. Not about the gun, the fact that someone he cared about had been threatened by the other, that he’d killed people who had worked with him before, just because they learned his name.

He didn’t deserve death.

Finger wrapped tightly around the other’s hand. The sound of the gun hitting the ground below could barely be heard over the sound of blood rushing through his ears and his heart pounding in his chest. He strained to keep his grip on both the man below him and the broken railing beside him, knowing that there was a good chance he could be pulled over as well. If he could just convince the stubborn fool to let go of the opals and grab on with the other hand, then maybe-

His blood turned cold as he felt the glove slide off, eyes widening as he could only watch, helplessly, while the the man fell, cringing when his body hit the floor and blood started to pool behind his head.

There was no time to think, however. People were coming. The police, the detective, and…

Pain tore through him when he saw the boy, and he quickly brought up his card gun and took aim below.

A child, so much like himself in some ways, did not need to know that his father, whom he had admired so much and aspired to be like, was the very detested crime planner he was supposed to be stopping.

Especially not if there was a possibility of him learning /why/ Nightmare existed in the first place…

He fired the gun, knocking the mask of the criminal away to leave the man who had cared so much about his son that he had gone too far down into darkness.

The ace of spades.

How fitting, to mark the end of Nightmare.

But there was no humour in the thought. Not much thinking at all, really. As soon as he’d shot, the thief turned away and ran, jumping back into the sky from where he’d come in. Once he’d gotten a fair distance away, he lowered his head.

Coward.

All he could do was escape. He couldn’t do anything to help, couldn’t even face the boy whose life had just been broken. Broken like his was so long ago.

Except this time, if anyone was too be blamed for the death, it was him. If he’d just acted like the selfish criminal and not gotten involved, ignored how much they’d reminded him of his experiences, or had managed to convince the man to think of his own life at that moment…

When he finally managed to get home, the thief barely remembered to even lock the door before making his way to his room in a daze. He just wanted to sleep. Fall into an oblivion where he didn’t have to think about what had happened that night. It wouldn’t last long, and he’d have to face it again in the morning. Or afternoon. Whenever he felt he’d be able to get up again.

But for now, he climbed onto the bed, only removing his hat before pulling a pillow over to curl around, not even caring about being in full costume as his mind faded into welcome nothingness.

threexwishes:

♒; moonlightmajutsushi

A magician, huh? Berthold snorted — it was always amusing watching humans preform their slight of hand while passing it off as magic.

Kaito glanced over at the sound, and couldn’t hold back a grin. An excited audience was great… but people who didn’t seem to think much of the magic could be fun to play with…

He quickly moved his wrist to have cards fan out on his hand and held them out to the other, faces down.

“Mind picking a card?”