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Excitement is palpable in the area surrounding the newly opened Tomizuka Glory Hotel. It's ten in the evening of the 31st of March, a Sunday. Everyone still has to go to work and school early the next day, but that doesn't stop the crowd of a thousand people who gathered around the venue of the Kaitou Kid's latest heist. There are people carrying signs, flags, posters, and fans that were decorated with the Phantom Thief's image, littered with hearts and messages of love.
Inspector Nakamori is red-faced as the continuous chanting of “Kid" by the hordes of fans overpowers his voice as he yells out instructions to the Kid Task Force Members. It's difficult to make normal conversation from all of the noise, as Conan lets his eyes glance over the figure of Ran who cannot hear Sonoko's voice from her phone during their video call. Ran's best friend and the richest Kaitou Kid fan in Japan cannot attend the heist due to a family trip to Paris she had already taken a flight for when the notice came in. Ran's attendance was partly to make sure Conan doesn't put himself in danger, and partly to inform Sonoko of the heist's events with an insider perspective.
“Conan, I'll go to the restroom for a bit since I can't hear Sonoko from the noise," she kneels down and yells to the best of her ability. Conan could hear her loud and clear. “Don't stay too far away from Uncle Jirokichi and Inspector Nakamori, okay? And keep your phone on vibrate. I'll call you if I can't find you later."
“Okay, Ran-neechan," Conan answers cheerfully. He doesn't need to be told twice. He doesn't even need to be told anything: he can take good care of himself.
As Ran makes her way far from the crowd, Conan observes the surroundings, taking in the security that the owners of the hotel had conceptualized with the suggestions of both Suzuki Jirokichi and Inspector Nakamori. Kaitou Kid always had the ability to turn off the lights whenever he desired, so the Task Force had decided for the illumination to come solely from the lamps all over the venue — not attached to any electrical circuit and would only be turned off manually. Each of the guests who were given permission to enter had lamps for themselves as well. Conan had a light on his watch, so the lamp was unnecessary, but he held it in his hands anyway.
The star of the night is the Glory Egg, the prized possession of the Tomizuka family who owns the Tomizuka Glory Hotel which they named after the gem.
The Gem itself wasn't actually one solid rock: it was a piece commissioned by the ancestors of the Tomizuka clan. It was an egg-shaped piece of art that had holes in it that perfectly fit different stones of various colors that an ancestor had collected from various locations worldwide. With all of the stones in place, the piece is reminiscent of that of a glass mosaic. A spotlight shone over it, emitting colorful light reflections — a magical sight to anyone who viewed it.
Although the thief gave the heist notice himself and this was not a challenge by Jirokichi Suzuki or the Tomizukas, it doesn't feel like Kid has any real vested interest in the gem, as the stones themselves were not particularly notable if they weren't part of the piece or the history of the Tomizuka clan. No, Conan believes Kid had different things in mind for this heist and this gem was an excuse for him to conduct one.
He turns his eyes to the hotel lobby filled with police officers all on standby as they await the time declared in the notice: ten minutes before midnight. Normally, Conan would have to fight tooth and nail to attend a heist that takes place so late. Ran wouldn't let him when he has a school day tomorrow. But one can't gloss over the fact that the heist notice was sent to the Mouri Detective Agency and was addressed to him.
To my little meitantei , the note had said. It doesn't take a lot of deduction work to realize who the note was addressed to. It seemed like a very typical heist notice besides this detail, so Conan had not kept the note to himself and sent a copy of it to the Kaitou KID task force after decoding the heist venue and the time it would take place.
So whatever it is that Kid wanted to do for this heist, Conan is involved.
The thought of it makes the little detective smile to himself in anticipation.
“You look excited, Edogawa-kun."
Conan jumps, whipping his head around to meet the eyes of half-british teenage detective Hakuba Saguru. He didn't hear the detective coming up behind him from all of the noise in the venue. The teenager wasn't wearing his Inverness this time around, opting for a more casual-looking green suit and a maroon tie. He has angry red pinch marks on both of his cheeks, a mark of Inspector Nakamori's security measures which Conan is glad he could avoid due to his small build. Hakuba gives him a polite smile.
“I didn't know you'd be here too, Hakuba-niichan!" Conan says. “You don't go to many heists in Beika."
“It's true, I don't," Hakuba replies nonchalantly, letting his eyes fall towards the colorful egg displayed in a clear glass case, but from a safe distance that doesn't let the sensors go off. “I am simply here to conduct... a different kind of investigation, if you will."
Now, that definitely piqued Conan's interest. “A different kind of investigation?"
“Not something you might find of interest, I fear," Hakuba answers with a knowing smile, and Conan feels like he understands a little bit of Heiji's annoyance over the blond detective's manners. There aren't many things that Conan will not find interesting, yet the teenage detective has already assumed the case for him. “The heist notice was sent to you, wasn't it?"
“It was."
“If so," Hakuba leaned closer, and Conan could feel the blond detective's warm breath tickle his ear as he whispered. “Is there anyone with you who is sure to come if you attend?"
Conan ponders the question a little bit. He has many questions himself, things such as why Hakuba was asking this question in the first place. There isn't actually anyone who is ‘sure to come' as long as Conan attends. He's attended heists with only the Detective Boys with him, even if for most of them, Ran and Kogoro are present. Ran would probably be an answer, for she had taken up the caretaker role for herself and will not let Conan go to a heist alone unless she's barred by the likes of Uncle Jirokichi or Inspector Nakamori — her attendance is always likely if Conan is part of the heist, but never a guarantee.
“I don't know... I've been to heists without her before but Ran-neechan, maybe?" he offers as an answer: a truth, but one that doesn't say too much, hoping that it would help him get closer to what Hakuba seeks to investigate, especially if it does involve Ran. “She won't let me go to a heist without adult supervision."
“I see," Hakuba murmurs, a hand on his chin as he contemplates the answer. It only takes a few seconds of pause before he speaks up again. “Then, Mouri-san is seeing someone right now, isn't she?"
“Seeing someone?" Conan sputters. Hakuba wanted to know if Ran is going out with someone, as part of his ‘not very interesting investigation' which for some reason includes this Kid heist. What is it that the half-brit has stumbled into? Conan feels himself getting more and more curious as the line of questioning continues. “No, she's not seeing anyone right now."
“Not even Kudo Shinichi?" the taller detective raises a brow.
Right, the last time Conan was on a heist with Hakuba, Ran and Shinichi had been together. He wasn't a close acquaintance, so there was no reason for him to assume since then that the two of them had broken up.
But it's the truth. Shinichi had given Ran a call four months ago asking her to stop waiting for him, and for her to look for someone else who could make her happy and not make her wait for nothing. It had been four months ago when Conan Edogawa's hope of coming back to his old life had been crushed when the antidotes that Haibara had been making had completely stopped working on him. It had been four months ago when Conan had decided to settle and seek his own happiness in this new life and find new love in this new body of his.
Hakuba has no reason to know any of that. But if this investigation involves Ran after all, then he has to know before he comes to her with very insensitive questions. She's still mourning for the childhood friend and ex-lover she will never get back, after all.
“No. Not even Shinichi-niichan. Especially not Shinichi-niichan," Conan answers grimly. To someone like Hakuba, it may look like barely contained anger over an older brother figure who had lost his trust after he had broken his older sister's heart. Hakuba doesn't ignore the change in demeanor and lets his lips form a flat line before speaking up again.
“I apologize. I may have hit a sore spot."
“It's okay, there's no way you would have known," Conan answers, eyes not meeting the detective as he lets his gaze go to the general location of where the women's restroom is. Ran must still be engaged in conversation with Sonoko. Or maybe Kid has put her to sleep and the Ran who will come out was actually the thief in disguise. His sight never leaves the general area of the restroom, thinking to himself that it's fortunate that Ran isn't here for this conversation right now. He continues. “It's better that you learned it from me than if you just ask her questions about her relationship with him. I don't know what your investigation is about, but I think you shouldn't go to her with this line of questioning."
“I will keep it in mind," the Detective says before standing back up, fixing the creases that have formed on the bottom of his suit with swift pats. “What do you think about today's heist? About the Glory Egg?"
The question is a casual diversion. Hakuba doesn't want Conan to pry too much into his investigation and has decided to control the direction of the conversation by bringing up a different matter. Conan decides to humor him.
“I don't think Kid is actually interested in the Egg," he answers. “It doesn't have the profile of the kind of gems he goes after. This is more of an art piece, and hardly has anything notable associated with any of the stones embedded in it."
“So you've noticed. I didn't expect any less from someone like you, the Kid Killer.” Hakuba's smile is back on his face again.
Conan gives him one long hard look and smirks to himself. “You're investigating his real purpose for the heist aren't you?"
Conan believes this to be the reasonable conclusion from Hakuba's questions, although he has no idea why Hakuba would insist he wouldn't find it interesting. The blond seems to believe that there is a greater purpose as to why the letter was sent to Conan — most likely to lure someone out to attend the heist, someone who would definitely go if Conan is present, which, in Hakuba's perspective, leads to Ran.
The Phantom Thief wants Ran to attend for an unknown reason, and since Hakuba asked if she was seeing anyone at the moment, then the natural conclusion that Conan came to as to what Hakuba thinks the situation is: is that Kaitou Kid had wanted Ran to appear in this heist for reasons that could be interpreted as romantic. Likely, a secret relationship.
A funny conclusion. If he didn't have to keep up an image, Conan would be laughing at this ridiculous deduction.
“I'm sorry to break it to you, but Ran-neechan is not seeing Kaitou Kid, Hakuba-niichan."
Hakuba doesn't seem so surprised that Conan has figured it out. Instead, the Brit nods his head in the general direction of the women's restroom. “She's been in there for an awfully long time, hasn't she? Long enough to meet with him in secret."
“They are not together," Conan quickly answers, his voice stern, wanting to end Hakuba's nosy prying of Ran and Kid's nonexistent relationship. “I have my sources. What you are suggesting isn't impossible, but I can assure you it isn't true."
“Let's see later, then," Hakuba simply says. He hasn't completely backed down from his deduction. Conan has no idea where the confidence in this line of thinking has come from: what exactly did he see? What exactly did he know?
Only minutes after Hakuba had left him alone, Ran eventually emerged back into the lobby, apologizing to Conan for taking such a long time as Sonoko had wanted her to give her a virtual tour of the heist venue. He doesn't miss Hakuba observing them from his spot a few meters away, taking in details such as Ran's appearance and behavior. Ran doesn't look too different from when she left, not a single strand of hair astray, the red pinch marks on her cheeks still an angry red and very authentic, and the strongest evidence of all: Sonoko is still on call with her, showing not a single sign that the call has been dropped and gushing over the things Ran had shown her.
Nothing nefarious happened behind closed doors. Conan almost wanted to smugly turn his head at Hakuba and give him a look that spoke ‘ See? Nothing happened to her ,' but he doesn't. He's a petty guy, true, but he doesn't want to look like one if he can afford it.
The thoughts of what Kid is truly after don't leave Conan's mind though. Hakuba is no incompetent detective, and he knows the half-brit has reasons for his deduction. As the minutes tick by closer to the announced time, he is starting to feel more and more restless. It doesn't completely escape him that this heist takes place so close to midnight, on the time when the 31st of March meets with the 1st of April — the day he first had his fated encounter with the thief during the Black Star heist a year ago.
Conan would lie if he said he wasn't excited over the idea that this heist was made for him and him alone.
And then all of a sudden, it was 11:50 in the evening.
“What the-" Nakamori's loud voice exclaims, his words cut off by a noise.
A loud slam interrupts as the doors of the Tomizuka Glory Hotel's lobby violently open. The door had been locked minutes before the announced heist schedule, with multiple locks securing that it could not be opened without going through a lot of trouble. A strong, almost violent gust of wind enters the venue and all of the lights from the indoor lamps go off, with only the light coming from the moonlight and the city lights outside providing illumination: enough to make out silhouettes but not to identify identities.
"KID-sama!"
“Close the fucking doors, quick!"
“Kaitou Kid is here!"
“Close the door and light up your lamps immediately!"
“The door isn't budging, sir! Something's blocking it from being closed!"
Conan feels like his entire body is about to be swept away by the strong winds. He's too light even for his physical age, and it's proving a lot of trouble just trying to stay rooted to the ground as he holds tightly to one of the railings that mark the boundary of the off-limits area of the heist venue.
His eyes widen when he feels a warm gentle hand cover the hands holding on the railing tightly, and another hand on his shoulder. Conan lets go of his hold of the railing from the surprise, and he feels a warm body embrace him in the dark.
“Thank you for accepting my invitation, detective." He hears a voice whisper in his ear. The voice had brought with it warm air that tickled the hairs of Conan's ear, making his entire body tingle down to his spine. The hands that embraced him quickly changed positions, and before he knew it, he felt cloth over his eyes and mouth and handcuffs on his wrists. It all happened too quick, at a speed that Conan didn't know was humanely possible.
Like this, unable to see or scream or escape, Conan was carried somewhere as the police and crowds all panicked over the artificial strong winds and the darkness of the heist venue. Nobody attempts to stop his captor, as everyone is too preoccupied with figuring out how the thief managed to stop the doors from closing.
Like this, unable to see anything, all of the physical sensations are heightened tenfold. The figure that took him away is surprisingly gentle, hugging him like he was a treasure and nuzzling their nose over his neck, taking deep breaths and taking in his scent. It would be terrifying if this was just anyone — a stranger taking away a child and being physical in a way so similar to a lover, but Conan isn't afraid at all, no. He can recognize this person by his scent alone, no matter how he looks. No matter if Conan's vision is taken away. He knows who this person is and knows he is in safe hands.
There is nothing to be afraid of. Kaitou Kid would never hurt him.
Conan rests his head over the thief's shoulder in an explicit display of trust.
It took him lots of walking before Conan heard a door open and close and he was placed down on a soft surface: a mattress, and a really soft one at that. Without even seeing anything, only the sensation of the mattress and the blanket that covers it as well as the scent of lavender, Conan deduced that he was brought over to one of the rooms of the newly opened hotel. He was later proven correct as Kaitou Kid undos his gag and his blindfold, and Conan's eyes adjust to the view of a spacious and dimly lit room illuminated only by lamps and a window that offers them a view of the Tokyo Skyline.
Conan was looking at the window, and the thief must have realized his train of thought as he gave the boy a peck on the lips before he whispered softly. “Don't worry, I put tint on the windows beforehand. For anyone outside, it will look like this room doesn't have any light on."
The little detective takes his time to really process the situation at hand. Kaitou Kid had taken him away in the middle of a heist to bring him to a hotel room. He has an idea of what it may look like back in the lobby: if someone had managed to bring the lights back, everyone would notice that the Kid Killer had gone missing and cause a frenzy. Kid would be labeled a kidnapper.
“Idiot," Conan gives him a light punch with one of his cuffed hands. “What exactly were you planning tonight? They'll be looking for me, you know."
“I know," Kid says, giving him his trademark toothy grin. The thief brings one hand up to fix the fringes of Conan's hair, and the touch is so gentle it gives the small detective chills throughout his entire body. “I gave everyone something to be busy over before they look for you. So I have you for at least ten minutes to myself."
“An activity," Conan repeats to himself, recalling the contents of Kid's heist notice. The note had referenced Easter, and if his deduction is correct, then the activity Kid had intended to do was an easter egg hunt. The fact that the Glory Egg is shaped like an egg and bears the name of one drives the reference home even further.
“So you're going to make them run all over the place to look for the stones from the egg before you give them a hint on where they can reach me, is it?" Conan snorts. “So this is your purpose, huh? To sweep me off my feet and take me away? Isn't holding a heist just to do it a little too much?"
The hand on the fringe of his hair moves downwards, tracing his nose before it gently moves down to trace his lips. Conan realized that Kid's hand was bare, he wasn't wearing gloves despite him wearing his full Kaitou Kid attire. Kid's bare index finger massages the soft pink flesh of Conan's lips. The way Kid's eyes had focused on the boy's mouth was enough to make anyone feel a tingling sensation on their bellies at the sight.
“I told you didn't I, that I wanted to make things special for you, especially our first time," Kaitou Kid tells him, his voice deeper and rougher and quieter. “I want to make this memorable for you. This is for the first anniversary of when I first met you after all, and it's as your boyfriend too."
Heat rushes to Conan's cheeks, both at the situation and from Kid's words — Kaito's words.
Boyfriend.
The Elusive Phantom Thief he's been chasing for a year is his boyfriend, a relationship that only started after the little detective had confessed that he'd broken up with Ran and has lost all hope of returning as Kudo Shinichi. Conan had not expected how that conversation would turn out to be, with the Phantom Thief's mask cracking and giving into his desires: giving him a tender kiss on the lips and explaining it with a confession of his well-hidden attraction. Conan hadn't been able to return the confession immediately, needing two months to truly sort out his feelings and if he was willing to give a relationship with the thief a try.
A secret relationship with Kaitou Kid, one of the first major decisions he has made when he has settled himself into the life of Edogawa Conan. Perhaps it was only Kaito who could love him the way he was: a teenage boy in the body of a child. He's the only one crazy to go after such a dangerous sort of romance. And Shinichi's also similarly crazy to let it happen, to let himself be swept off his feet by someone he has vowed to chase and put behind bars.
Conan opens his mouth and sucks on the finger that Kaito had placed on his lips, tasting every bit of the thief with his tongue as he coats the finger with his saliva. He opens his eyes to watch the thief who had been closely observing, focused on every movement of Conan's mouth. Upon noticing that Conan is watching him, he meets his eyes, and the two engage in heated eye contact for almost a minute as Conan continues to wrap his tongue around his digit.
He frees the finger with a pop of his mouth, but the two don't break any eye contact even then. It must have been all the lamps in the room, but Conan was starting to feel really hot in his suit.
“So you have me for ten minutes to yourself... what do you plan to do with it?" Conan asks. He doesn't miss the way the thief's breath hitched when the question ended. The gentleman thief is red — a priceless sight, one that Conan still can't believe he has the privilege of witnessing.
A smile makes its way to the thief's face, and finally, he breaks eye contact as he bows his head and tips his hat before throwing it away to the floor, exposing his bare face. “I am a performer, meitantei," Kaito says using his gentlemanly thief voice. “I show, don't tell."
Conan feels the thief's hands push him to the bed, the weight of the bigger man's body on top of him as lips meet lips. The kiss was full of intent, and Conan tried his best to keep up with the way Kaito moved his mouth and his tongue. It felt like he was being devoured in the most sensual way possible. It was unlike any kiss they had ever shared before: this one felt like Kaito had been holding back this entire time and was only given the go-signal to truly take as much as he wanted. He left barely any spot in Conan's small mouth unexplored by his tongue, familiarizing himself with the detective's mouth. Kaito made sure to take everything, exchanging saliva and licking away at Conan's tongue and the flesh inside his mouth, occasionally biting his lips. When Conan gasps, Kid immediately dives in, closing in on the space and it leaves the boy breathless, both literally and figuratively. And when the two part, their red lips and the string of saliva that connected both of them proved as evidence of how much the thief had taken.
A performer, he said he was. It was only the opening act and Conan is already blown away.
“I love you, tantei-kun," Kaito whispers. Conan could feel his breath over his mouth. He wants to kiss the thief again, push his head forward, and give back what Kaito has already given him so far. The thief traces a finger down to one of the buttons of Conan's shirt, the one on his chest, and toys with it. “Would you let me have you... all of you... for ten minutes?"
Conan does what he wanted to do and pushes his head forward to give the thief a peck on his lips: it's much more chaste than what the thief had done for him, but he will definitely return the favor later.
“Idiot, you already have all of me. Not just for ten minutes," he smiles. “Do whatever you want. I want to see the performance you had planned for me, Mr. Magician Under the Moonlight. Don't hold back."
Kaito smiles like a child who was just given his favorite candy, licking his lips after Conan has given him his answer and removing his trademark white suit and his red tie. “Are you really sure you can handle me not holding back?"
Conan yelps as he feels his wrists, still wrapped in the handcuffs the thief had put him in, are yanked and pressed on the space on top of his head. The thief holds them still in one hand, with the other hand wandering all over Conan's body. At first, it was on his thighs, snaking up on squeezing the flesh as it moved upwards, under the fabric of his shorts and fondling the skin of his inner thighs, hands getting a little too close to Conan's crotch.
Kaito places the hand on Conan's wrist down to the boy's cheek, forcing him to have to look at his boyfriend in the eye. Without breaking eye contact, Kaito dives in with his head, using his teeth to open Conan's suit. It was slow. The thief was taking his time, biting on the fabric and unclasping the buttons with a slow pop.
The thief pulls up the hand on his leg and uses it to push the fabric of Conan's white shirt to his chest, exposing the boy's belly. Kaito opens his mouth and shows him his tongue before he licks a stripe on the space below Conan's navel. The small detective shivers at the sensation, sending waves of arousal down to his dick.
Kaito doesn't lift his head from his belly but the hand on his shirt moves further upwards, sneaking underneath the fabric and playing with the boy's chest as Kaito peppers his belly with kisses. One of his fingers brush Conan's nipple.
When the thief had mapped out the general area of the nipple without even looking, he traced circles around his areola, carefully avoiding the nub. It tickles at first, for it wasn't the kind of touch he had anticipated. But as the thief's gentle fingers slowly traced smaller circles and Conan could feel the ghost of a touch on his nubs, he felt his entire body shiver. He can feel his nipples harden at the ministrations, the sensation of his sensitive nubs rubbing the fabric of his shirt causing him to moan.
Kaito seemed to notice this, finally breaking eye contact to sit up properly. He uses both of his hands to hold the fabric of Conan's shirt to stretch it and push it closer to Conan's skin. It provides the thief with a clear but clothed view of the outline of Conan's hard nipples.
He's not even naked, yet like this, the thief's eyes focusing on the shape of the nubs on his chest through the fabric, licking his lips like he was served something delicious, Conan feels so exposed.
“You're so sexy, I'm already so hard just looking at you like this and I haven't even undressed you yet," Kaito says. It makes Conan blush before he swiftly turns his head away to avoid the thief's eyes. How could he say something like that so easily?
Suddenly there was a small white light on one part of the bed and a vibrating sensation on the mattress. Conan whips his head around to look at it: his phone. The lock screen was open, showcasing an image of Ran and the name he had saved her as on his Conan phone: Ran-neechan.
“Looks like they've already begun searching for you," Kaito says, grabbing the phone from the bed and twirling it with his hands. “Too bad you can't answer though."
Conan doesn't expect what happens next, something that had a feeling would be the trend for his entire evening. Kaito doesn't drop the call, neither does he accept. He instead places the still vibrating phone towards one of Conan's nipples, and the vibration sends a wave of pleasure towards his entire body, working exactly like a nipple stimulator, and Conan arches his back. He pulls his arms down in an attempt to protect his chest from the device but the thief uses his other hand to pin them again. The detective cries out.
He's fully at Kaito's mercy right now.
The stupid thief, using Ran's concerned phone call to get him aroused. And it's working. It's fucking working. Conan moans. He couldn't help it. It feels so good.
“B-bastard..." he says in between moans. There's no ill intent to it. The insult is almost affectionate between the both of them.
“She is so worried for you," Kaito teases, tracing the still vibrating phone on Conan's nipples, and the boy squirms, trying to avoid the device from further abusing his already very sensitive chest. “I wonder if she'll call you again even if you don't answer?"
The vibration stops as the phone screen goes back to black. It provides Conan with a temporary respite, and he uses it to breathe and collect himself. It was very short-lived, as Ran makes another call, and Conan whimpers when he sees the screen light up again and the vibrations return to violate his chest. This time, the thief uses it to trace the other teat. Both of Conan's nipples are hard and sensitive now. At this point, Conan could cum to this sensation alone.
But Conan wanted more than this. Conan wanted more than the feeling of vibrations in his chest. Why can't Kid just fuck him already? When the call ends again, Conan quietly hopes that Ran doesn't call again. It may be a little cruel since she's just playing the role of a concerned older sister and she's probably very worried for him at the moment, but Conan wants more, needs more. And this need clouds everything else in his thoughts — a primal need. He wants Kaito to use him.
Ran, Conan thinks of her. She must be so worried, must be panicking as she dials his number, not aware of what kind of things Kid is going to do to him — already doing to him. He thinks her innocent little brother figure was taken away and put to sleep by the Phantom Thief, oblivious to the fact that he'd been taken away while wide awake to be fucked for the first time in his life.
Conan observes the hand holding the phone — a smartphone with a touch screen. If Kaito had handled it carelessly, the call would be accepted by accident and Ran could hear Conan as he whines and moans. He wonders how that is going to go, how Kaito would do damage control. Kaito would probably pretend to be him and soothe Ran's worries as he continues to abuse his chest, but that doesn't change the fact that Ran could hear him have sex.
So risky. So dangerous. So hot.
Conan feels relief wash over him as the screen turns black again and the vibrations stop. He was starting to anticipate another wave of vibrations, but Kaito just shut the phone down, completely stopping any of Ran's future attempts at a phone call.
“Thank you for your participation, Ran-neechan! Your effort has definitely not gone to waste," Kaito says. Conan wants to kick a soccer ball to his face, affectionately.
“I really want to kick a ball to your face right now," Conan speaks his thoughts. It only makes the thief chuckle, and fuck if that isn't hot.
“If you do that, then I can't continue what I started," Kaito responds back, his hands reaching for the buttons of Conan's white shirt, finally undoing them and revealing the expanse of skin of Conan's bare torso and a clear view of Conan's chest, erect nipples and all.
“Thank you for the food," the thief puts his hands together, the exact gesture that someone does before digging in for a meal and Conan's brows twitch. Why is his boyfriend so insufferable? Why did he fall in love with a boy who does silly things like this during foreplay?
But the line of thought is immediately halted as Kaito's head gets closer to his chest, his mouth enveloping one of his nipples, playing with the nub with his tongue. The other nipple is occupied by one of Kaito's hands playing with it, twisting and pulling.
Conan moans as Kaito pulls a nipple with his dainty hands while encircling the other one with his tongue, coating it entirely with saliva. The sensation is too much, like electricity traveling from his chest, so his stomach, down to his dick. He's so sensitive right now that the pulling had felt both painful and pleasurable. Conan had no idea before today that his chest could be used to feel this good. He's not going to forget this feeling after this.
He feels every movement of Kaito's mouth through the skin on his nipples, feels it as Kaito flicks the nubs with his tongue, or when he uses his mouth as a suction. Conan just lets him be, occasionally arching his back to give the thief better access to his chest. He moves his mouth to the other nipple and leaves the used one a wet and glistening mess. The wetness of the saliva that coated it feels cold as the air touches it, and it doesn't feel like the hardness of his nipples will calm down very soon.
Kaito eventually comes back to a sitting position, lifting one of Conan's feet and undoing the shoes and socks in one swift movement before placing his foot over his crotch.
“Can you feel it? It's hard, isn't it?"
Conan's breath hitches as the thief continues to move his feet around, letting him feel the raging boner tenting his pants. The boy has never seen Kaito's bare dick before and therefore had no idea of how thick or long it is. The shape he's seeing forming over the cloth of his pants however leaves Conan anticipating. He wants to see it, wants to see how big it is in his small seven-year-old palms. Wants to see how big it compares to his torso, and how deep it could go through him.
“I want it," Conan says in between breaths, and he moves his feet, tracing the shape of the thief's dick underneath the fabric. It makes the thief gasp, and Conan smiles in triumph. “Fuck, I want that inside me."
He could feel the erection tenting his shorts similarly. He'd be placing a hand over himself right now if he isn't cuffed.
“In a few minutes, meitantei," Kaito tells him, dropping his hold on Conan's feet and instead moving towards the boy's belt, undoing it like he's done this before. For some reason, Conan had felt like Kaito should have been more afraid of the belt but didn't question it at all. As the thief unclasps his belt and places a hand over the button of his shorts, he whispers. “I'll put my dick inside of you and fuck you so hard people will be asking you at school tomorrow why you can't walk."
Conan shivers at the words. He hears the sound of Kaito's hands opening his zipper, exposing his underwear underneath — it was blue with yellow accents and a print of the Kamen Yaiba logo on the left, the type that is specifically made for kids. It's probably too late for it now, but Conan feels embarrassed by his choice of underwear — too childish. He wasn't expecting to get himself fucked tonight at all and just wore the first thing he saw in the drawers. The only reason he had it in the first place was that it fit and the material was good and comfortable. Ran had innocently bought it for him thinking it was the kind of thing he would like and he didn't want to deny her. It was official Kamen Yaiba goods and was a little expensive.
The thief chuckles at the sight, obviously taken off-guard by the sight of the underwear. He covers his face with the hand he used to unzip the boy's shorts and tries to stifle a laugh.
“Stop looking..." Conan whines, putting his hands over his own face to hide his embarrassment. “I wasn't expecting you to do this tonight, you know. I wasn't prepared."
It takes the thief a few moments to collect himself and look at Conan's face again. He was red from laughing, and he still seemed a little out of breath.
“It's okay," Kaito says, but a small laugh sneaks in again, and Conan pouts. “You're so cute. Oh my god, you're so cute."
“Shut up," Conan says through gritted teeth. He starts contemplating buying better underwear, the type that wouldn't embarrass him when he gets surprised with sex. There probably wouldn't be sexy lingerie in his size that he could use to catch the thief off-guard. He has to get his revenge somewhat.
“If you're so embarrassed by it, I can just remove it," Kaito tells him, and the thief places his hand over the bands of the briefs and slides them off of the boy. The feeling of cold air hitting his exposed crotch makes the boy's breath hitch, as well as the touch of the thief's bare hands as they graze the skin of his legs as he slides down the childish piece of underwear.
“Even your dick is adorable," Kaito says, using his thumb and index finger to hold Conan's penis. The touch was so sudden that it made Conan's entire body shut down.
He moans, the loudest he's done for the entire night, and his back arches as he feels his muscles spasm. Nothing comes out of it, but Conan feels like he'd reached a peak. Kaito stares at his body in shock. This was unplanned, it seems.
“Did you really.. did you just-?"
Conan's back rests on the mattress once again and he heaves. It was a long time ago when Conan had his last orgasm: he was still Shinichi then, a growing boy discovering the capabilities of his own body, enjoying himself in the confines of his room, rubbing himself to a video he found on the internet, exploring what he liked and didn't like. He's never had the time to do that as Conan ever since he was shrunk, too preoccupied with matters relating to crimes and the Black Organization, and also the lack of sexual desire that came with having the hormones of a boy too young.
He almost forgot how good it felt when you get that release. Conan finds his entire body relaxing afterward, the most relaxed he's ever felt for an entire year. No semen came out from him — understandable. He's only seven and can't produce semen yet. He glances towards his own member, taking in the view of how soft his little dick had become. The thief was no longer touching it, only viewing it in awe.
“You came dry," Kaito tells him.
“You've been teasing me for a while," Conan huffs. “My body can't handle you taking too long, alright?"
“Can it handle me, then?" Kaito asks, rubbing his clothed dick over Conan's fully exposed entrance, making the size difference between the two of them loud and clear. If that thing is going to get bigger once it's free from his pants, it would fill Conan up, and he's not even sure if it would fit. It doesn't scare Conan though. Instead, it excites him even more.
“Fuck yeah, it would," Conan shuts his doubts down, moving his feet on his own volition towards Kaito's tented pants. His cock felt way bigger than it was before, something he only noticed now that he can feel its shape and size with his feet, and Conan felt like he succeeded somewhat. Just the sight of him cumming dry was able to make the thief this hard. “Don't hold back, remember?"
It's not a common sight to see the thief so unsure, but Conan knows it's not because he thinks Conan genuinely can't handle it. The thief views him like a treasure; like he's the most prized gem he's ever had his hands on. Conan could feel it from the way Kaito had touched him and the way he kissed him. He never wants to cause Conan any hurt, never wants to push him too hard, and never wants to do things he doesn't want. He really suits the title of ‘gentleman' like this, even if he's not really a gentleman on a regular day.
“If you say so," Kaito says, and he lifts the boy's legs like it's the lightest thing in the entire world. Conan yelps, not expecting to be manhandled all of a sudden just like that. The thief's hands grip Conan's thighs, lifting them up to give him an unobscured view of the boy's asshole. He traces a finger over the boy's rim, similar to the gestures he's done when he was doing nipple play earlier. He traces light circles, not touching the entrance itself.
Conan wants to hide his face. This is the first time anyone has ever seen this part of him. He's truly baring all of himself to the thief.
The thief searches for something in his pocket. Curious, Conan lifts his head, watching Kaito as he rummages through the depths of his pants pocket and his hand emerges with a small sachet of lube.
“I had trouble when I got this, you know," Kaito starts, waving the sachet for Conan's view. “I was in disguise and everything, but for some reason, Hakuba was at the store and was watching me when I was buying this."
Hakuba? Conan hadn't thought of the other detective for a while. He would probably be back in the lobby, participating in the scavenger hunt that Kaito had left behind for them, probably even leading the efforts considering Conan wasn't around to help.
Hakuba had come to this heist due to a separate investigation. Conan finds his mind reeling back to the discussion they had earlier: of Hakuba assuming Ran and Kid had an affair, of her sneaking out to meet him in the restroom. The investigation that he thought Conan wouldn't find interesting.
It's funny in hindsight now that he knows. Hakuba probably only said he wouldn't find the investigation interesting to drive him away, not very comfortable about discussing the fact that he caught Kaitou Kid buying lube before the heist to someone who he thought was a child. Hakuba probably knew that Kaitou Kid prepared this heist to have sex, but had no idea with whom he was gonna do it with. Questioning Conan about the people he had around him was reasonable, considering the heist notice was addressed to him.
The only real mistake the detective made during his deduction was that he assumed the person Kaitou Kid was gonna fuck is definitely not Conan.
“Hakuba knew," Conan says as Kaito bites the sachet open, drizzling the contents over his fingers. “He knew you did this heist to fuck someone. Just didn't know who you'd do it with."
“I sent the letter to you," Kaito simply responds, rubbing the lube in his hands to warm it up.
“He thought you'd do it with someone close to me. He thought you'd do it with Ran."
“I would never," Kaito shivers at the thought. Conan understands. Sure he's teased Ran for a bit before they got together, but he never had such intentions towards her. “The only person I'd ever want to fuck like this is you, meitantei. Only you, no one else."
Conan yelps when he feels Kaito's lubed-up index finger return to his rim, this time tracing his entrance. An unexpected touch, as well as the wet feeling of the lube coating his fingers. Electricity shoots up Conan's spine at the sensations Kaito's touch has introduced to him. He's never been touched like this before. Shinichi has only played with his ass once back in his original body, and yet this touch is so different from anything he's done before. Someone else doing it for you really does make a huge difference.
Kaito places a lubed-up digit inside of him, and Conan feels everything: the finger moving inside of him, feeling up his insides. It's a foreign feeling, and at this point, Conan has no idea if it feels good. It was simply there, taking space inside of him.
Until the finger started moving, that is. Kaito moves his digit in and out, slowly at first, making sure to ease Conan's entrance and make it get used to the movement. As the movements get faster and faster, Conan squirms, moaning and whining.
Suddenly one finger is no longer enough, and as if Kaito could read his mind, he enters another one. There are two slim long fingers fucking Conan's ass right now, moving in a way that reminds Conan of scissors, stretching him out. Once he had gone a little loose and the feeling of two fingers digging inside him had become more comfortable, Kaito began thrusting in and out again. Those two fingers combined are just around the same thickness as Conan's own dick. Only two fingers and it already feels so good inside of him.
A third finger is inserted. The thief had done enough stretching for the third to slide in easily. It feels good to have it inside him, but he's caught off-guard by a sudden electrifying kind of pleasure that washed over him when Kaito hit a specific spot, and Conan screams, arching his back. He's never reached that spot himself before. He's never felt this good in any of his masturbation sessions in the past. This was really the only kind of pleasure you could receive from someone else entering you. The sensation was too much, and Conan is suddenly having second guesses if Kaito could really fit inside of him.
“So goo-guh- " Conan couldn't form proper words, too overwhelmed from the bliss as drool dripped down his chin. “So good. That was so good."
“You like this?" Kaito teases, his three slim digits proceeding to hit the spot that sent Conan's body into a wave of pleasure. He squirms, not really fighting the digits fucking into him. His body just moves on its own, responding to each and every time Kaito hits the pleasurable spot.
“I do. Fuck, I do," Conan cries out.
Conan's moans get louder. The spacious hotel room is filled with the squelching sound of lube going in and inside of his entrance, the slapping noise of skin on skin, and Conan's desperate cries and whimpers and calling out Kaito's name. They could hear a little bit of the commotion going on outside, although a little muffled, as a loud microphone announced one of the stones had been discovered. Helicopters were hovering over the area, shining a light over the city below. If the windows weren't tinted, someone from the helicopter would surely see them inside.
“ Kaito... Kaito... Shit... Fuck me... "
Conan couldn't see Kaito's face, his eyes squeezed shut from the pleasure. He could only feel, feel the way that Kaito's free hand held his hip in a way that would surely leave hand prints later. The fingers sliding in and out of him don't slow down. They move so quick; like Kaito really wants to abuse his hole until Conan can't take it anymore. Conan feels like he's being ravaged.
“You're so pretty," Kaito says. “It's a shame we only have a few minutes. You're so hot I would fuck you the entire night if I could. I want to come inside of you many many times."
Conan attempts to open his eyes. He pulls his arms forward and, despite the handcuffs limiting his movement, he places a hand on Kaito's cheek.
“We can... ah ..." Conan moans in between words as Kaito hits the good spot again. “We can make... ha ... arrangements for that.... outside of this heist..."
“You can't just say something like that so easily."
Kaito enters another finger, and Conan is crying out again, this time much louder than before. Conan feels so filled, and the fingers thrust into him so quick that it makes Conan's entire body spasm from the pleasure. Kaito was really not holding back on the finger fucking right now, and Conan feels beads of tears form in the corner of his eyes.
The thrusts don't slow down as Conan feels the ghost of Kaito's breath over the skin on his neck. The thief leaves him kisses, scattering them all over his torso.
“I didn't know you'd be the type to be so loud in bed."
Conan didn't know either, but here he is, crying out loud, begging Kaito to continue the magic that he was doing inside his ass.
Kaito finally removes his fingers from Conan's asshole, and Conan whimpers, feeling how empty his insides had become. He wants to be filled with Kaito and only Kaito.
He couldn't stop his heart from beating fast as he watched his boyfriend undo the belt of his pants. Unlike how Kaito had undressed him before, the thief's movements are quicker but clumsier. He's become desperate like he can't wait to set his dick free.
Conan swallows when the thief finally opened the zipper of his pants, Kaito's pink cock in full view, illuminated by the beautiful moonlight and the warm light that the lamps in the room provided them. Conan, ever the observer, studies the veins littered all over and licks his lips as he mentally calculates the length and girth. Conan knew the size of his own dick in his original body, as Shinichi, and kind of expected Kaito to be around the same size. He was wrong. Kaito's length was a little longer and a little thicker.
Kaito proceeds to wrap himself in a lubed-up condom that Conan didn't notice he'd procured from somewhere. He had been watching Kaito's cock the entire time, so focused he had lost sight of everything else.
“I've been dreaming of doing this to you every night, ever since that night at the rooftop," Kaito tells him with the most gentle eyes. Conan remembers that night from a week ago; when he had waited for Kaito to come and visit him at the rooftop of the Mouri Detective Agency. It had been one of his lowest moments, and Conan himself would be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking about that night since it happened.
“I would have done this much earlier, but as I said, I wanted to make our first time special," Kaito tells him as he proceeds to change position, placing his own hips closer to Conan and giving the boy a chaste kiss on the lips. “I'm sorry I made you wait."
“So you planned this heist after that night," Conan states, not a question.
“I did. Went looking for gems nearby or events I could crash. I looked up so many books about how to pleasure you. I think that's how Hakuba found out. I was reading some of them in school."
“You're crazy," Conan chuckles, imagining a panicked Kaito looking up gay sex while in school as Hakuba appears behind him. Of course, Kaito would do research and devote himself to it. He always comes prepared. That diligence in research is part of what made the Kaitou Kid so hard to catch.
“Maybe I am," Kaito says, a fond smile on his lips. “ Crazy for you. "
Conan feels it when Kaito finally lets the tip of his dick touch his entrance. Kaito holds his shoulders as Conan's body tenses in anticipation. Kaito leans close to his ear to whisper.
“Relax."
He massages the detective's shoulders with the expertise of a masseuse. Conan wonders if he's done it as a disguise before. The phantom thief undoes the knots on Conan's childlike muscles and the boy feels the weight he didn't know he had in him dissipate into thin air. When Kaito was satisfied that Conan was relaxed enough, he proceeds to push the tip of his dick inside.
He pauses for a bit after the head of his dick is already in. Conan was incredibly tight despite the stretching Kaito had done beforehand. It can't be helped - he was physically seven. He's not built for this. But Kaito will make it work anyway. Conan had said he wanted his dick inside of him, and Kaito will give him what he wants.
“Tell me if it becomes too much," Kaito says. Conan doesn't say anything, only nods his head as his eyes watch Kaito's every movement with sultry eyes. The way he watches his every movement is so sexy, if Kaito didn't care for his well-being he would have just slammed everything inside of him.
Kaito adjusts Conan, lifting one of the boy's legs and letting it rest over his shoulder so that he could get better access inside of him. It makes a bit of space, and Kaito's dick is a few inches deeper. It's still not all of him, but it's so deep it makes Conan squirm and gasp.
“Doesn't hurt?" He asks. Conan doesn't open his eyes. He had them squeezed shut ever since Kaito had started pushing his way in. The boy shakes his head, his chest heaving up and down in ragged breaths.
“That's not all of it yet, no?" Conan says. “Go deeper. Give me all of it."
Given permission, Kaito proceeds to lift the other boy's legs and place them on his other shoulder. This angle allows him to push even deeper inside. He does it slowly, trying to gauge Conan's responses with every push and stopping when it feels like it is too much in one go. Eventually, he's fully inside of him, Conan's skin touching Kaito's pubic hair with how deep his cock is in the boy.
“ So... full.. " Conan says in between harsh breaths. Conan's body is indeed full. Kaito could make the outline of his own dick inside of the boy's belly. He presses a hand over it, feeling his own dick through Conan. Kaito feels his heart swell with love and lust.
“I love you," Kaito says, brushing the hair of Conan's fringe. Some of them have stuck on his sweat-soaked skin. Conan cradles his hand between his own, kissing his thumb.
“I love you too."
Kaito pulls half of his dick out slowly, preparing to do his first thrust. The pull-out was slow, but when he pushed inside again, it was faster, and it made Conan's body curl underneath him, gasping for breath.
He can't believe he's really doing this: Conan underneath him, his body impaled by his dick. Kaito had imagined this scenario so many times, had touched himself to the boy's pictures thinking of this very scene. And yet, none of those imaginations can really compare to the feeling of having the real living breathing Conan Edogawa wrapping around his cock.
Conan is tight and warm underneath him, and his voice as he moans Kaito's name is unlike anything he's imagined before. He didn't even know the boy would be this vocal, yet he kept surprising the thief. Every cry keeps Kaito aroused. He calls his name like a prayer, like Kaito is his salvation.
The boy feels the same. Everything else is out of focus, the only thing he could fixate on was the feeling of Kaito's cock drilling inside of him. All of Conan's sexual explorations in the past had involved him touching his dick in various ways and rhythms, and the only time he's ever toyed with his asshole, it was through his fingers, and he wasn't flexible enough to hit his own pleasure spot and it hadn't felt as filling. Kaito's dick inside of him is unlike anything else he's had before. The boy is warm, large, and moving, and Conan feels like he's being fucked stupid with how he couldn't get himself to focus on anything else but this feeling of pleasure.
Kaito pushes himself closer as he feels his peak getting near. Conan's knees are basically almost touching his chest, his arms pressed on the non-existent space between his torso and Kaito's. The thief lets his hand rest on the boy's cheek as he fucks into him, making sure Conan would never forget this feeling of being full.
“ Kaito... Kaito... Fuck... I love... Kaito...mmmph- " Conan's pleas were suddenly muffled by Kaito's desperate kiss, his lips clumsily crashing onto Conan's. He's so close. Kaito could feel himself about to cum soon. He knows Conan isn't so different, could feel the way his insides are squeezing him.
Edogawa Conan never cries, no matter how terrible the situation is. Yet, this close to the boy's face, Kaito could see the beads of tears that had formed in the corners of his eyes finally rolling down his cheeks. Tears of bliss, the kind of tears he only ever wants Conan to have. Kaito kisses the trails, the tear marks that have been left behind.
“Beautiful... You're so beautiful..."
A bell sound rings and interrupts the commotion outside.
It's finally April 1st.
Kaito groans, his hips moving as he fucks into Conan at a pace he could hardly control. It's too much, the pleasure has built up too much that Kaito could hardly contain the burning desire inside of him. Conan's skin is glistening under the moonlight due to all of the sweat, and Kaito licks the skin on his neck.
“Cum for me, love," Kaito whispers, pulling Conan's face and forcing him to have eye contact. They share a look so intense, so heated, Conan felt his brain shut down as he feels the built-up pleasure on his dick come to a head.
Kaito feels it when Conan's orgasm comes; feels it with the way his hands tighten under his chest, the way Conan's insides squeeze Kaito it's basically milking him dry. The boy sobs, and Kaito catches the cry with his lips, wrestling his tongue again like how he did in the opening act of this ten-minute-long performance. Conan's back arches, his insides twitching.
The thief follows his orgasm shortly after, biting the boy's lips before parting and groaning, his hips buckling as he makes his release inside Conan.
The boy's eyes glaze over as he feels the liquid heat pour inside of him. Kaito didn't fuck him raw, a condom separating the thief's cum from the detective's insides. Conan wonders how much different it would feel like to be fucked without this thin separation, to have Kaito's cum sloshing inside him without any barrier — an undisrupted union of their bodies.
He hopes to find the answer to this soon.
“Happy Anniversary... my dear rival," Kaito says, his gaze intense and full of love. Conan never realized that Kaito did hypnosis magic too — perhaps Kaito himself wasn't aware he could do it. Maybe Conan was just too in love that he thought Kaito's eyes on him felt like magic.
The two share one long kiss before Kaito decides to sit up, his now-softened cock easily sliding out from Conan's abused hole. Conan was so tired, his eyelids too heavy. He fights the tiredness away, letting his eyes remain on Kaito's form.
But eventually, he's unable to fight it, and he closes his eyes and lets slumber take him away. He dreams, happy and content.
It had been twenty minutes since Edogawa was taken away by the Phantom Thief. Within twenty minutes, the Kaitou KID task force had uncovered four of the five gems that make up the whole of the Glory Egg.
It would have been faster if the task was simply to look for it, but the thief had placed the gems in very hidden places and protected by locks and traps that anyone who stumbled upon them couldn't possibly just take them without decoding the codes Kid has left them behind. Usually, the job of decoding when it came to the Beika heists would fall to the likes of Edogawa, but with the boy kidnapped by the Phantom Thief, it was Hakuba Saguru who had taken the reins and gave the police instructions on how to approach each trap.
Mouri Ran had been restless the entire time. She had come to the heist for the sole reason of being Edogawa's guardian after all, yet he was taken away right under her nose. She's made various attempts at calling him, but besides the initial three tries, Edogawa's phone never rings. It had been shut off, most likely by Kaitou Kid.
Hakuba is gonna lie if he says the fact that it took three tries before he shut the phone down isn't suspicious. It looks like an oversight, but it's strange for the thief to make a mistake like that. He normally would have not even touched the phone at all, or if he did, would have shut the phone down beforehand.
As the police officer they've sent to retrieve that fourth egg emerges with a new Kaitou Kid note in hand, Hakuba immediately runs up to him to get the note.
The fifth and final note should have the location of the fifth gem and the location of the missing child.
The detective is taken off-guard, however, as what greets him isn't the familiar text that the previous Kaitou Kid notes had. It was a polaroid image, one that contained the unconscious figure of Edogawa Conan. He was wrapped in a white cloth that looked exactly like the Phantom's Thief's suit. The boy had been propped against a door. The detective takes note of the gray cement floor and the bare walls in the image — an area that hasn't been painted like this is usually reserved for spaces where guests can't enter, perhaps among the staff rooms, the exits, or the rooftop.
The way Conan's hair moves in the image, his fringe defying gravity, as well as the illumination over his figure being a dim cool white light however suggested that wherever the boy was, it was an open space: one where the wind can reach him and where the moonlight is visible.
The rooftop.
Is that all? Were there no other tricks to decode?
“Edogawa-kun is on the rooftop," Hakuba informs everyone in the vicinity. He flips the image around, trying to see if there was anything else: a note, a scribble, perhaps invisible ink writing behind the photograph. He brings out a UV pen light and assesses the image. There's nothing to be found.
“Is that all?" Suzuki Jirokichi asks, echoing Hakuba's thoughts, staring at the image himself over the teenage detective's shoulders. The Detective looks at the old man and nods, a little unsure as to the sudden change in the pattern of the thief's hints, but there is no other explanation he could provide.
“Looks like it. There is nothing on this note that indicates a puzzle to crack."
“But it's strange, isn't it?" This time it's Inspector Nakamori who chimes in, putting down the radio he used to communicate with the other task force members the instructions of Edogawa's current location. “We checked the rooftop just five minutes ago. Conan wasn't there."
Hakuba agrees. This entire heist had been a strange one. After witnessing Kuroba pore over countless articles and papers regarding anal sex and foreplay, Hakuba followed the magician's trail and deduced the place he'd be buying lube and condoms from. All hints indicate that he conducted this heist to meet someone and sleep with them.
Shocking, Hakuba thought at first, for Kuroba to have a sex life and to use his Kaitou Kid persona for it. He never knew who it was that the thief had intended to meet, but based on the detail of the letter being sent to a certain Conan Edogawa, it was someone close to the child detective. Most likely it was Mouri Ran.
But as Hakuba observed the Mouri girl's behavior, it seemed less and less likely that it was her. The girl had been genuinely concerned over her missing little brother figure. She'd been restless ever since the lights turned back on and everyone noticed that the boy was gone. If he had been in a relationship with the Phantom Thief, she would have probably worried a lot less, because even if Hakuba wasn't on good terms with Kuroba, he still knew he wouldn't do anything to hurt Edogawa.
Maybe Mouri was actually just acting to keep herself away from any suspicion, but every action she made had seemed genuine. She continuously tried to dial Edogawa even without anyone looking, and had asked to join them in the efforts of looking for him. The more Hakuba observed, the more troubled he became.
The person Kuroba wanted to meet during this heist wasn't Mouri.
The alternative answer to that, Hakuba grimaces at the thought of. It makes him worry.
Because the only alternative answer to this deduction is that Kaitou Kid had conducted this heist to take Edogawa-kun away to a private place... and sleep with him. A boy of seven years, only a second grader. Despite his intellect and his amazing deduction abilities that put even adult detectives to shame, Edogawa was a young boy.
Well, Hakuba had his suspicions that he wasn't one, to be honest. He just hasn't had any strong evidence, but based on what he's seen from Edogawa's behavior alone, it was likely that he was actually the missing Great Detective of the East, Kudo Shinichi, whose whereabouts continue to remain unknown, sparking numerous rumors regarding his demise that Hakuba doesn't think he believes in.
The blond detective makes a step forward and decides to follow the police to the rooftop of the Tomizuka Glory Hotel. Maybe he'd find his answers there when he sees Edogawa in the flesh at last.
It only took a few minutes for them to reach the rooftop of the hotel. There were only eleven floors in the establishment. Upon entering the roof, it didn't take long for them to spot Kaitou Kid's bright white coat in the middle of the gray concrete and the dark evening sky. Conan, just like what was shown in the photograph the thief left behind, is unconscious.
Hakuba makes a run for the boy, not wasting any time. He kneels down in front of him and assesses the boy's state. Edogawa seemed perfectly okay: he was fully clothed, from his suit to his white shirt and to his red bowtie. For any onlooker, nothing is amiss, except Hakuba wasn't just a regular onlooker, and he doesn't miss the creases on both his blazer and shirt: as if they've been bunched up for a long period of time.
He unwraps the thief's coat on the boy to take a better look at the creases, opens the button on his blazer, and analyzes the folds of the boy's white shirt. It's bunched up in a way that suggests it's been pushed upwards to the boy's chest. An evidence that supports the idea that Kaitou KID did indeed do this heist to sleep with this boy. This isn't the kind of crease that happens just for a random reason — Edogawa's torso was exposed for a long period of time for this to happen.
Hakuba comes closer, letting his eyes study the boy's peaceful sleeping face. He's been cleaned up, it seems. The detective could smell the familiar scent of a gentle facial wash, something that the thief could have done as a form of aftercare. No matter how much the thief cleans the boy up, however, it couldn't erase the redness of Conan's lips.
A kiss, one that is passionate enough to leave little bruises on the boy's lips and leave it a little swollen.
The evidence is undeniable. Hakuba closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
Kaitou Kid conducted this heist... to have sex with seven-year-old Edogawa Conan.
A troubling revelation. Hakuba's body shakes at the thought. It would have been easier if it was Mouri Ran instead. So much easier to accuse Kuroba of taking advantage of his visual similarity to her ex-lover to pursue a relationship with her. It's so much harder to come to terms with the idea that Kuroba may be in love with a child.
But in the meantime, the detective studies one of the pockets of the thief's suit. And as he had guessed, a red stone greets him — the last piece of the Glory Egg.
“Edogawa-kun is fine. The thief just put him to sleep," but not with sleeping gas , Hakuba omits. They don't know what he knows, and don't need to know that most likely the boy had passed out from exhaustion after sex. He's been away for twenty minutes, which is enough time for Kuroba to use him up to the point of exhaustion. He turns to face the clueless police force, distracting them from the boy's state with a wave of his hand, showing off the bright red stone he found from the suit the thief had left behind. “The Glory Egg is complete."
Hakuba is going to have a very serious discussion with Kuroba tomorrow.
Mouri Detective Agency
1 week before the Glory Egg Heist
“Long day, meitantei?"
Conan's eyes shot open, eyes meeting the Phantom Thief currently clad in a black turtleneck sweater and black hat, the total opposite of flashy. Kaito sits down beside him, resting his back on the concrete walls of the rooftop of the Mouri detective agency, patting his shoulder to encourage Conan to rest his head there. The little detective obliges, relaxing his body and placing his head over his boyfriend's shoulders.
This is a common occurrence now, ever since Conan had answered Kaito's confession of love. The two would meet at night on the roof of the agency to unwind and spend time with each other. Sometimes it'd be at a different place, sometimes Kaito would bring his hang-glider and bring Conan to a location he had planned. But more often than not, when the only thing they want to do is relax with each other's company, they meet on top of the Mouri Detective Agency.
Today was such a day for Conan, who had to go through two cases involving a bank robbery and a cheating spouse. He's been exposed to so many crimes in his short life as a teenage detective so one would expect he'd be used to the morbid reality that these cases present him, yet once in a while something shakes his core and Conan is forced to think about his worldview a little differently.
How two lovers, no matter how long they have been in a relationship, may not actually see each other as equals, for example.
“Kaito," Conan starts, wrapping his small arms around Kaito's torso. The magician's waist is small, something that anyone can see when the man puts on the suit. Something that was really useful when he had to disguise himself as a woman. And yet, despite this, Conan couldn't encircle the man's waist with his arms.
He hates it. Hates how small he has become. Hates how he's unable to do normal dating things with his boyfriend. Hates how he looks like a child.
This has been happening often nowadays ever since he had to give up on Kudo Shinichi. Conan would look at his body in the mirror and lament over the figure he had lost, the one he has to take another ten years just to see again. He would interact with people who are supposed to be the same age as him and feels his heart drop when he gets reminded that he's no longer their peer: that to their eyes he is a child to take care of, not a friend.
Conan hasn't exactly moved on from Kudo Shinichi yet, even though it's been four months. He doesn't know if he can do it completely, but he tries to live his life regardless. Some days, the weight of the life he lost just hit him harder than other days, it seems.
“Hm? What is it?" Kaito asks, oblivious to the emotional turmoil brewing inside of Conan's head. He puts a hand over one of Conan's, caressing his skin gently. Kaito's touch is always so gentle, like he worries about whether Conan will break.
Does Kaito, despite dating him, also still think of him as a child?
The Detective doesn't really think about what he does next, swiftly changing his position and sitting on Kaito's lap, practically straddling him, his butt perfectly angled so he could rub the area where Kaito's crotch should be if he moves his hips. He has both hands resting on the thief's chest, feeling the magician's chest muscles obscured by the fabric of his sweater. Kaito has a really good and athletic figure, something that he needed to maintain his career as an elusive Phantom Thief. It's a huge contrast from Conan's small and fleshy body, no longer holding the evidence of the years of soccer practice he endured to keep his figure.
“Have sex with me," Conan demands, his voice serious.
“I'm sorry?"
“Have sex with me," Conan repeats, resting his head over the thief's neck, avoiding eye contact. It sounds a lot more desperate the second time he says it. Perhaps it's because he is desperate. “Fuck me. Use me. Let me take your dick in my mouth or my ass or something. Let's do the kind of thing lovers do."
Sex. Sex was something an adult would do to a fellow adult. An adult could give a child a kiss and it would be seen as cute. An adult could give a child comfort even if they didn't know each other. An adult could give a child a hug just to soothe his sadness.
Yet sex... sex was not something a sane and upstanding adult would do to a child. Sex was something an adult would do to someone he loved and saw as an equal. If Kaito truly saw him as an equal, he would say yes.
It is what lovers do, after all.
“Hey, let's talk about this first."
Conan's eyes widen, raising his head to meet Kaito's eyes. Kaito's expression was grim, the total opposite of what Conan had expected — what Conan had wanted to see. He was expecting the thief to be overjoyed for expressing consent, a “finally I could do what I always wanted to do". Not this.
Kaito gulps, placing a hand over Conan's shoulders to root him in place.
“I want you," the magician starts, gripping the boy's shoulders. “Don't ever doubt that I do. I want you and I do think of you that way. I look at you sometimes and try to hold back the thoughts of what I want to do to you. Even right now. You're literally sitting on top of my dick," he chuckles.
The thief pauses, taking the time to collect himself before saying his next words.
“But I don't think what you want from me right now is sex, isn't it?"
Conan's body trembles, feeling his emotions about to spill out.
“If you want it, then why are you not saying yes? I am offering myself," Conan cries out, moving his hips to provoke Kaito, feeling the erection slowly forming.
“Shinichi," Kaito says, calling him by his real name. His voice is stern, demanding Conan's full attention. The little detective stops moving, meeting his boyfriend's eyes.
“Please don't take my feelings for you so lightly."
Conan's brain halts all thought processes. He had never thought about this in this way. Was this request hurting Kaito?
“It's true. I want you. I want to have sex with you. I want to do so many things to you. But before all of that, I want you to want it too. And right now, you don't."
Kaito snorts, trying to turn the conversation into something much lighter, more similar to their usual kind of banter.
“Things that lovers do? I don't care about fulfilling any of that at all. Fuck being a regular couple. We don't need to do 'couple things' just for the sake of looking like one. If you tell me to wait for ten years before I have sex with you I would wait. If you tell me you don't want to have sex then I will respect that too. What matters to me is you, and what you really want."
The magician takes a deep breath.
“Shinichi, I don't want to be your coping mechanism. I want to be your support."
Oh.
Conan felt like a dick.
His shoulders relax when he finally understands what his boyfriend is trying to tell him. He's always been terrible at this: discerning the feelings of the person he loves. Even back when he was with Ran, he always made her cry in one way or another. He needed to have things spelled out for him when it came to love. It was so easy for him to cause hurt even without intending to.
Kaito knew this, and it's why he's spelling it all out for him. The least Conan could do was recognize the fact that he really sucks at this romance thing and that he needs to do better.
“I'm sorry," he says in a whisper. “I wasn't really thinking."
Kaito smiles, pulling out his trademark toothy grin. He lifts one hand to ruffle Conan's hair.
“I think your brain is overloaded. You had two cases today, right? Both really emotionally taxing ones."
This is starting to sound more like their regular day-to-day conversation. A smile forms on the detective's face.
“You were watching me through your doves again? Don't you have better things to do?"
“I like watching you solve crimes. The crimes themselves suck, but you're in your element when you have a mystery to solve. It's very attractive," Kaito moves the hand on Conan's head to his cheeks, pinching them and making the boy yelp from the pain. “It's why I have to do so much preparation for the heists where you attend. I need to make it really challenging, so when I'm in disguise and you don't know which one I am, I get a really good view of your thinking face."
“Bastard," Conan calls him. Both knew it was affectionate.
The detective wraps his arms around the bigger boy's torso, resting his head on his shoulder again. Kaito's body is so warm and comfortable. Conan could sleep here if Kaito would let him.
He speaks, more to himself than Kaito, but hopes the magician can hear him anyway.
“The offer still stands, by the way."
“Offer?" Kaito raises a brow. So the magician managed to hear him after all.
“What I said about sex. We don't have to do anything tonight, but you don't need to wait for ten years for me. I'm okay with having sex with you tomorrow if you want to. I want to explore more on that part of myself, actually."
Conan feels Kaito's hands wrap around his body in an embrace. His boyfriend's voice was soft as he spoke his next words.
“Then I'll make our first time special, meitantei."