Once Hakuba was sure he would do as he told, he started to remove his own clothes. Even in this state he was orderly, he just seemed to care less about his lack of clothing as he unbuttoned his shirt and then folded it neatly, placing it on the sink counter. Next was his pant. He slipped out of them easily and folded them, placing them on top of his shirt, before doing his boxers next.
Once he was stripped of his clothing and the other was as well, he grabbed the noose again and pulled him towards the bath tub. It was large, and had two shower heads to cover the space. He kept hold of the tie and turned the water on, checking the temperature before pulling the nob for the shower heads. Once they were on he turned towards the other, water soaking up in his hair, causing it to fall flat against his skull.
“You’re going to clean up the mess you made.” Hakuba tugged on the noose until Kaito was almost close enough to kiss, their lips barely inches away from each other. “Starting with my thighs.” He placed a hand on the others shoulder and shoved him down onto his knees, not caring if the impact hurt him or not. “Soap is to your left, as is a scrubbing brush.”
Water rolled over his shoulders and down his back and his chest before reaching his legs and thigh. He stared down at the other with an air of superiority and a smirk settled onto his lips, hand still gripping the tie. A wrong move and Hakuba could easily incapacitate the other. He nudged him with a knee.
“You better do a thorough job.”
He frowned at the other as he spoke, looking veeeery unimpressed.
Boring.
When the other forced him down, he stiffened quite a bit and clenched his teeth, a small pained noise leaving him when his knees hit the hard ground. And the glare returned.
The magician may have removed his weapons, but that did not mean he couldn’t do anything, even if he had the tie on. And now that he didn’t feel as trapped, he could think a bit more clearly. Really, the noose didn’t even work all that well as a restraint. If he wanted, he could use the same tactic he had earlier when the detective was pulling his hand away, getting too close to where the other was pulling from to be able to get much force behind the action. Would be risky to get so close, but it wouldn’t be too hard to get free once he had a brief moment to work on it. Even if this Hakuba might actually fight back, Kaito was fairly good at being able to maneuver in closed spaces, and the wet surface could be used to his advantage.
And his irritation with how much the other believed to be in control was growing, especially when the detective prodded with his leg. The thief pushed it back, not enough to make the other completely lose his balance. He swallowed a bit to try and push the tie back enough for him to speak before opening his mouth.
“Why should I? Won’t you just get dirty again when you have to take care of that?” He tilted his head forward slightly, smugness showing in his eyes.
Hakuba chuckled at the other before sitting up straight and pulled on the tie, making it so the other would have to sit up or be choked. He then used his free hand to undo his own tie, placing Kaito’s between his teeth and keeping it taut. He then started to tie his hands behind his back making sure it was tight, probably a bit too tight; but he didn’t care. He was making sure the thief couldn’t escape like he was so good at doing.
Once he was satisfied he got up, pulling on the tie as he did to get the teen to his feet. Once he was, he moved and grabbed a hold of his arms, letting the tie fall over his shoulder, where he could grab it if he needed to.
“If you’re a good boy, I wont need to hurt you. Misbehave and I will punish you.” Hakuba warned him with a chuckle. “I don’t think you’d enjoy my punishments.”
Hakuba then started to push him forward, keeping his grip on his arm, and leading him towards the stairs. Once there, he used his free hand to feel around the thief’s shoulders and hit the release for his cape and let it fall to the floor. It was one less piece of fabric he had to worry about. Satisfied he marched the other up the stairs, keeping a close eye on him, he knew the other had many tricks up his sleeves.
He then pushed him down the hall till he reached his room. He opened the door and pushed Kuroba towards the bathroom. He then shut and locked the door behind him and turned towards the other. He grabbed the tie once again and pulled on it before starting to untie his arms. “Strip.”
Kaito didn’t fight back when the detective pulled him up, but he did continue glaring. When the other started to restrain his hands, however, his eyes did widen slightly and he instictively tried to back away, a small squeak escaping him when the tie around his neck tightened.
Annoying…
He flinched as the other pulled his wrists together tightly and a bit painfully.
Very annoying…
Even as all of this was going on, and Hakuba was pulling him up, the thief could feel his fear starting to fade, though the coldness still remained. He was mostly starting to get irritated at himself for letting this happen…
The teen experimentally tugged at the restraint, trying to gauge how strong it was when the detective moved to take hold of his arms, drawing his attention back to the other.
And his eyes widened further at the words, though not in fear this time. Now… he was starting to get curious. Especially if Hakuba intended to keep to that promise, though, the magician wasn’t really sure at this point if he should trust what this Hakuba said.
He went along with the detective, not even making any protest at the cape removal. It wasn’t as though his glider would be of much use right now…
Kaito cast a glance at the detective, and had to hide a smirk at how wary the other seemed to be of him.
Must not think he has as much control over me as he wants me to believe…
When they got to the bathroom, he was surprised once again. He turned his head some to look at the other, raising an eyebrow. Even if the detective had a noose around his neck and a locked door behind him, did he really have no caution? To untie Kid’s hands, while he’s still very much armed with both his card gun and various smoke bombs? Or maybe this Hakuba just didn’t even consider the notion of the thief actually trying to escape?
He hesitated a moment, rubbing a bit at his wrists, before sighing and undoing the jacket button, letting the suit slide off before working on the shirt. A thought briefly passed though his mind about slipping a hand under the tie and undoing it before the other could react…
But he decided against it.
At this point, all of his fear had been replaced with curiosity. He wanted to know just what Hakuba had in mind, to be making him do this…
Kaito pulled the shirt off and dropped it next to the suit, hesitating again before moving on to the pants, carefully trying not to irritate what was under them, and pulled them and his boxers down together, not wanting to mess with anything else. A shudder went through him and he bit back making any noise as his member was freed from the cloth, already fully hard and leaking slightly. He had been ignoring it for a bit longer than he had meant to…
Once done, he crossed his arms, making a neutral expression as he looked back at the other again.
Hakuba chuckled and pulled on the tie a bit, cutting off the teens air supply just slightly, it would make it hard to breath, but not impossible. This wasn’t about proving his was KID, or locking him away. This was about payment, repaying the embarrassment and humiliation he’d received earlier. This was punishment, a sick twisted punishment that would be private between them, something he could return to anytime he wanted.
He owned Kuroba Kaito.
He tapped a finger against the others cheek and made a tsking sound, wiggling his finger back and forth in front of the others face. “I have no intentions of sharing this information with anyone. You see, I don’t like sharing very much. Besides, if I went off and told people, I wouldn’t get to have my fun.”
Hakuba leaned down, keeping his grip on the tie and keeping it pulled tight, and whispered in Kuroba’s ear. “I bet you’re just itching to find out what I have in store for you? Hmm? You’re mine. I could do what ever I wanted to you.” He slid his free hand down Kuroba’s chest for emphasis. “You’re my trapped little dove.”
A gasp left him as he struggled for breath, hands instinctively coming up and grabbing the other’s arm. Kid couldn’t pull it away, though. Not without the tie constricting even more.
This Hakuba was dangerous. And he was beginning to regret bringing him out. However…
The thief warily eyed the finger as it came to touch his cheek, making a small attempt to tilt his head away, only to be cut off by the already tight noose.
…A part of him was proud at being able to call out a side of the detective that the other had been hiding.
But mostly, the teen was afraid. He didn’t know what to expect from the other right now. Hakuba always poked fun at his identity, saying that one day he would be the one to unmask Kid and put him behind bars. To be the one to catch him. And he honestly would have been fine with the detective doing that after he’d finished his job.
Right now, though, he didn’t want to be caught by the one in front of him. It felt wrong. The other’s words felt made him feel like he was being submerged in ice.
His eyes narrowed as Hakuba leaned closer. The thief had half a mind to backslap the other, but retained enough self preservation instinct to refrain. The thought did make him wonder if he should try and get to one of his pockets that had the knock out bombs, but what the detective said made his heart stop.
He’d poked the teen for not being able to do anything, but now he was the one that was at another’s mercy. He glanced at the hand on his chest, then back up at the detective. He opened his mouth to say something, but the tie around his neck just made it come out as a whine.
Hakuba used the flinch to spread his legs, shifting himself so he could lock his knees around KID’s thighs. Once there he reached up to grab the others shoulders and flipped them, pinning Kid down under him. He then removed the thief tie, quickly and wrapped it around his neck in a quick slip knot and pulled, tightening it just enough to show dominance.
“What’s the matter thief? You can dish it, but you can’t take it?” Hakuba chuckled, though there was no laughter in it, it was almost a dark chuckle. “Pathetic, and you actually thought you could come in here and fuck me?” Hakuba sat down on KID much as the other had sat on himself and looked down at him. “You dirtied my hands with your saliva, you ground down against me, roughed me up a bit. I think I deserve a little compensation.”
He tightened the neck tie just enough for it to become uncomfortable, and to let the other knew to stay still. He then quickly swiped away the monocle, grabbing it in his hand, and knocked the hat off in the process.
“Kuroba Kaito.”
Kid knew he’d made a mistake as soon as the detective managed to get ahold of his shoulders. He tried to push the other back down, or away, or something, but he’d just barely managed to raise his hands before he was forcibly pulled under the teen, eyes closing as the breath was knocked out of him and he was pinned.
He managed to open them just in time to see Hakuba pull off his tie, sending a panic through him. He struggled to try and push back, but froze when the cloth was tied around his neck.
It wasn’t so much the makeshift noose that made him stop, though. It was the detective. This was not normal Hakuba, nor was it the newer angry one. This one was different.
And very cold.
A small sound escaped him when the other sat on top of him, and his eyes narrowed, opening his mouth to retort when the tightening of the tie cut him off.
His eyes shut at the hand suddenly coming at his face, but it wasn’t the type of attack he expected. His blood went cold when he felt the monocle being removed and his eyes snapped back open to glare daggers at the other. He knew he couldn’t try evading it, especially as the detective was right now.
He didn’t like it.
The unspoken rule of only trying to unmask him at a heist had been broken by the very one who had set it up.
But he wasn’t going to give this Hakuba the satisfaction of seeing just how worried he was about it.
“…Oh yes, I’m sure you’re quite proud of yourself to know you weren’t crazy in thinking your classmate was a world famous thief. Like it would help you much, since you still can’t prove it to anyone.”
Hakuba let out a puff of air as the thief sat down on him. This stopped him from being able to knee him or kick him again. He’d been hoping to get a second shot, this time a bit more towards the family jewels. Though he’d slacked his hold on his arms, he couldn’t move like he wanted to with the thief laying over him like this. He cursed inwardly, his brain trying to come up with a counter.
“As if someone like you could make me do anything.” He spat, and debated actually spitting in the others face, but he wasn’t desperate enough to do that. No, he had to figure out a way to flip them. Once he was on top, he could move freely and do as he pleased, Till then his choices were limited, and he always hated being backed into a corner.
His thought process was momentarily cut off as the other ground against him. He bite back a moan, biting the inside of his cheek hard enough to draw blood. He didn’t want to give the thief the satisfaction of making any sounds, of knowing he’d turned him on, though he was fully hard now, and starting to ache. This angered him more, as he hated being turned on, cleaning up was always so dirty.
“I’d say you weren’t worthy enough to fuck me.” And he brought his elbow up. It hadn’t been as fast nor precise as he would have licked, but it was aimed at the thief’s throat.
Kid almost wanted to stop after the small amount of grinding. He’d been holding back since before he’d even started anything with the detective, and he’d underestimated how bad it had gotten until he’d given it more stimulation.
But he knew that it was far too late to turn back now. Hakuba was already too irritated.
His eyes widened at the detective’s response, instinctively backing up and letting go of one of the arms to shield his head as a surge of fear shot through him. The thief had been trying to get the other angry, yes.
He just hadn’t expected Hakuba to actually attack.
Hakuba froze as KID’s hands trailed down his arms, he whimpered softly, unable to move away before he was pushed down onto his back. Hakuba stared up at the thief as he moved so he was hovering over him, eyes going wide and fear settling thickly in his chest, making it hard to breath. His eyes reflected the fear, his body trembling more as he jerked on his wrists a little.
He shivered and whimpers as KID rubbed his hands and he once again balled his hands into fists.
Useless.
That struck a nerve and he was reminded of the argument he’d hand earlier with Kuroba. Of course it could have been a coincidence, but Hakuba didn’t believe that. He narrowed his eyes at the thief and grit his teeth, the fear still there, but anger was taking over the tightness in his chest, setting it on fire.
“So what, are you just going to rape me?” Hakuba spat and shifted just a little bit. “Gentleman thief my ass.” He then brought his knee up, connecting with KID’s ass; none to gently.
The grin turned into more of a grimace then the knee made contact, forcing more of his weight to shift to his arms, tightening his hold on the other’s arms as a brief moment of pain shot through him.
There…
Kid glared down at the one beneath him, frowning.
That’s how he’d acted earlier…
He suddenly sat on the detective, not even caring if he irritated the other’s or his problems. He wasn’t going to give Hakuba a chance to do that again. He didn’t release his hold, though most of the weight had gone from the other’s arms.
“…Quite the change, there. Did I make you angry, tantei?”
Oh, he was certainly no gentleman right now. He wasn’t even attempting to be. He hadn’t planned on actually going through with anything if he couldn’t get the detective interested, but the sudden change had distracted his attention. Just like when he’d pushed the magician against the wall, it was as though a switch had been triggered.
The thief planted his elbows on either side of the other and laid across him, still glaring, but with a fair amount of curiosity in his eyes and the smirk spreading again. Having only one brief experience with this Hakuba, he wanted to know just what would happen if he kept the other around… And it wasn’t as though he could escape this time.
“What would you do if I said yes?” He said, shifting slightly to grind against the teen some.
Hakuba was half hard now, hips lifting just slightly as he continued to lick and suck on his fingers. Soft whimpers slipped past his palm as he shuddered, eyes clenched tightly closed. He let out another whimper as he thief finally released his fingers, whole body shaking with tremors as he stared down at him, eyes slightly glazed, but there was also fear in them. He swallowed thickly as the other spoke, and tried to weakly pull his wrist away from the other.
He let out a yelp as he was yanked forward, eyes wide as he was ace to face with the thief. He tried to pull back, to put space between them, but before he could do anything his other wrists was grabbed away from his mouth and forced to his sides. He shuddered, eyes wide once again. Though as the thief spoke a second time, the words seemed familiar, like he’d had this talk before, he just couldn’t quite remember where.
“L-Let me go!” Hakuba demanded breathlessly. “Stop touching me! It’s disgusting!” The feeling of saliva soaking his fingers, of the tongue against his skin both aroused him and made him want to throw up. He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to become dirty and contaminated. He needed to wash his hands, he needed to get away and become clean again.
“True. To you, it probably is disgusting. And yet…”
He slowly slid his hands down the detective’s arms, past the elbow, and grabbed the other firmly, pushing him down to the side until his back pressed against the seats. Kid brought up a leg to balance himself better, keeping it against the back of the couch while the other still trailed to the floor.
The thief hovered over the teen, watching him for a moment before moving away slightly, absently rubbing with his thumbs.
“You’re still just using useless words. The sounds you’re making aren’t really encouraging me to stop either.”
Hakuba muffled a whimper as KID traced his palm with his tongue. His fingers flexed, curling and then uncurling as he gave another weak tug. His trembling became worse and his clenched his eyes shut, letting out a shuddering breath as the thief’s tongue moved away from his hand. He tugged a second time, but didn’t have enough room to put any power behind it. He felt completely helpless, and at the others mercy.
It was a horrible feeling.
“L-Let go of me.” His voice was barley a whisper, and slightly muffled by the palm of his hand. He let out a startled sound as a hand slid down his thigh and jerked away from the touch, his eyes going wide. “N-No.” Hakuba’s voice was a bit louder this time, but his voice failed him as KID licked him again. He shuddered and let out a soft whimper.
“S-St—ah!” Hakuba shut his eyes once more as KID’s tongue found his fingers, the most sensitive part of his hand.
He continued working on the digits, going over them thoroughly before speaking again.
“If you really want me to stop, you’re going to have to do better than that, tantei.~ As it is now…”
Kid yanked the other forward, getting right up in front of the detective’s face, arm coming off the leg to pull the hand covering his mouth down and forcing both of the other’s wrists to either side.
“Your inability to do anything but try and talk your way out of a situation isn’t helping you.”
Hakuba was trembling, his breaths coming out in soft pants as his arm returned to his side, but the thief’s grip remained. He knew he had to get free, to get away from the other, to flee. He looked around the room desperately for anything within reach that could help him, but the phone was on the table, behind KID as was the remote. He was alone on the couch with nothing to defend himself with.
Hakuba pressed back against the couch as far as he could as KID moved forward, leaving the amount of room for him to yank with little to none. He let out a shuddered breath as his fingers were caressed and he tried to twist his wrist, only to have it lifted up, and twisted the other way, leaving it palm up.
“N-” Hakuba let out another soft cry, his free hand returning to his mouth, to hold back any more sounds as his fingers finally released their fist, trying to move away from the slippery and wet tongue that passed over them. He let out a muffled whimper, hand shaking now as he tried weakly to pull his hand away from KID. He could feel himself starting to get hard, it was slowly, but he was getting there.
A pleased noise came from the thief’s throat when the fingers opened, barely even registering the trembling as he took advantage of being able to reach the palm. He circled the hand a few times before drawing his tongue back in. The small tug made him smile slightly. Looked like it didn’t take much to get the other weak…
“Cat got your tongue, tantei? You’re usually a lot more talkative than this…”
Kid ran the other hand down to the detective’s thigh, lightly clutching the leg and putting a bit of weight on it. Now more settled, he gave Hakuba’s palm one more flick with the tongue before letting it fall back to the outstretched fingers.
Hakuba glared down at the other as he refused to let go of his hand. He continued to tug and pull, trying to get his hand free from the others grasp; but he was strong. Hakuba hadn’t expected KID to be this strong, and although Hakuba wasn’t using his full strength, he was having difficulties. He placed his free hand down on the couch and tried to pull away, lifting his legs with the intention of pushing at KID with his feet.
Hakuba paused and sucked in a breath as the other pulled his hand towards his face. He jerked his hand harshly, managing to slip his fingers free a little bit, but not enough. He opened his mouth and readied a kick to the others, well, chest and groin area, which ever he’d hit, but the thief’s tongue connected with the skin of his fingers and Hakuba let out a soft cry, body jolting in shock.
Hakuba’s eyes went wide and a hand went to his mouth as he desperately tried to pull his hand away from the other, all the blood that wasn’t staining his face red, was traveling south.
“S-Stop!”
The thief frowned slightly, starting to get annoyed by the other’s efforts to pull his hand free.
So the next time the detective pulled his arm back, Kid let him have it. Though, he still kept his own hand attached to the teens wrist.
“Stop?”
He straightened up as much as he could while on his knees, leaning in closer to Hakuba so that the other didn’t have as much space he could use to pull back from. He trailed over the fingers again before looking up at Hakuba.
“Stop doesn’t really answer the question, tantei.”
Without giving the other a chance to try and escape another time, he swiftly turned the detective’s hand palm-up and tried to push his tongue in between the closed fingers, eyes still staring at Hakuba from underneath the hat.
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