[Magic Kaito] DC/MK Anon Kink Meme: Stress Relief (1/3)
Title: Stress Relief (part 1 of 3?)
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Rating: Mature. no smut now, smut later
Word Count: 4,270
Author's Note: For the DC/MK Anon Kink Meme (Yes, it's still going, new fics are still being posted, go check it out!), although it's waaaay too big to be posted there Anonymously. Was trying to get this done before I leave for the weekend, but alas, it's not happening. Since we have to divide it in half anyway, you get the first part now!
Thanks to Dagron and Claude for beta and plunnies.
Summary: Pairing: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito. Scenario: Kaito gives Saguru what he always wanted -- complete and utter control. BSDM/slave ideas are always awesome!
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When their classmates had first heard the bet between Kuroba and himself, there had been much teasing and laughter. Hakuba Saguru versus the Kaitou Kid, it was an old story by now, and Hakuba usually lost.
And then Saguru had won the bet. True, Kid had gotten away, but Kid always got away. It was to the point that didn't even sting as much as it once had, Kid's retreating back merely meaning the beginning of a new match a little later.
But the terms of the bet hadn't dealt with the Kid getting away, but the Kid getting away with his prize. And in that aspect, Saguru won. The thief had managed to temporarily get his hands on the large rare jewel, but Saguru had gotten it away from the Kid in the end.
The Loser Had To Do Anything The Winner Wanted From Sundown To Sunrise.
Suddenly, it wasn't quite as funny. Aoko-kun had thrown the biggest temper tantrum at him, stating that it had not been a fair deal, as Kuroba had bet on someone else while Saguru had wagered on himself. He had shrugged her complaints off and Kuroba had been silent on it as well, not speaking up on his own behalf.
After all, Kuroba had bet on himself as well. Or on his sexy alter ego, the Kaitou Kid. But that was something they did not speak about, at least in public.
And now, Kuroba was here. Saguru was guessing that the magician was currently regretting the word choice of their agreement, 'anything' left quite a few possibilities open.
Some of which Saguru planned on taking full advantage of. But first, he had to let Kuroba into the house.
He opened the door before Kuroba could ring the doorbell again, having requested that Kuroba arrive at his house a few minutes to sunset, the oranges and reds of the sky highlighting Kuroba's fair features in liquid gold. "Hey." Kuroba said, his expression neutral. "I'm here."
"Thank you for arriving slightly early." Saguru said, shutting the door behind him and leaning against the door frame. "I wanted to go over a few things with you before the terms of our agreement started."
Kuroba's left eyebrow flickered upwards in a slightly sceptical show of emotion. "Okay."
"What are you not willing to do?" Saguru questioned. "I do not mean things such as murder, theft, or illegal acts, which I should hope that you know me well enough to know that I would not ask for."
He got a bland shrug in return. "The agreement was 'anything' the winner wants." Kuroba pointed out, almost mulish in his lack of understanding.
"And I want to know your limitations." Saguru said firmly. "So that I might know mine."
That earned him a blank look. Saguru sighed. "Are you comfortable with housekeeping?"
Kuroba shrugged. "I'm pretty good at dusting and floors but you don't want me cooking."
Which wasn't a problem, Saguru had not actually planned on making Kuroba do household chores. "Laundry?"
A nod. "I do my own."
Probably to keep his Mother from finding things that she shouldn't in his pockets. Or because he neglected to clean out his pockets a few too many times. "Karaoke?"
He got a look in return as if silent requesting that Saguru stop pulling his leg. "Upon occasion."
"Sex?"
Kuroba quickly went back to the neutral face. Saguru rubbed the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to sigh. "Either answer the question or leave, Kuroba." He was serious about needing to know just how far he could push the magician. Kuroba reneging on his word was a very remote possibility, the prankster was known for keeping his promises, but Saguru did not wish to push him too far past his comfort levels and make him regret doing so.
"... I figured it was a possibility." Kuroba granted, nothing in his tone or expression giving away if it was a -welcome- possibility.
"How much experience do you have?"
A wary shrug. "You've seen my dating life."
Which was practically non-existent, save for hanging around with Aoko-kun, which seemed to be more along the lines of bickering close friends than a dating couple. "Do you have any preferences?"
Kuroba's jaw opened slightly, then shut. Probably not something anyone had ever asked him about.
"Sex with me?" Saguru asked bluntly. "That is not a guarantee, I am merely going over options."
"I..." Kuroba hesitated, stalling for time to form an answer. Either that or he'd gotten side-tracked at the idea of Saguru winning the bet to make Kuroba have sex with someone else. 'Anything' truly did leave the door wide open for a mind boggling number of possibilities.
Saguru smirked ruefully. "Absolutely repulsive, or not?" If that was not a way of setting himself up to be shot down, Saguru did not know one.
"... Not?" Kuroba said, but there was a cautious look in his eyes.
"Kinks?" Saguru said with a nod. Okay, not shot down. That was something. He could work with that.
Kuroba shrugged. Clean slate there, probably from either lack of opportunity or ignorance due to focusing his energies elsewhere. Saguru would bet the later.
"Squicks?"
"Pain?" Kuroba ventured. "I'm really not fond of the sight of blood." Particularly his own, of which there had been enough shed.
"Neither am I." Saguru assured him. "How good are you at back massages?"
"Never given one." Although Saguru was certain that Kuroba would be wonderful at it, once shown. Kuroba had the most wonderful agile hands.
"Food allergies?"
"I don't care for fish." Kuroba admitted, but Saguru already knew that. Aoko-kun had certainly chased Kuroba around the classroom with a fish enough times for him to pick up that bit of information. "And yes, I do have all my shots." He added sarcastically.
Saguru smirked. Finally, some of the magician's usual attidude. Or ire, it was really hard to tell sometimes between the two of them. "Anything I should know before I invite you in?"
Kuroba gave him a sizing look. "Can I request that nothing that happens here gets talked about to others afterwards?"
"That goes both ways, of course." Saguru nodded. "I was not planning on telling anyone anyway." What was Kuroba expecting him to do? Gloat about it at school afterwards?
... Probably. Although a few veiled hints dropped here and there probably would not be amiss...
"Good." Kuroba fixed him with an intense look, one that would be expected on the face of the Kaitou Kid than Kuroba Kaito. "But I'm not going to forget anything that happens tonight." With the intent of issuing revenge at a later date, of course.
"Good." Saguru opened the door behind him. "I am glad." He sincerely hoped that Kuroba did not forget. And that he might actually learn a few things along the way.
He stepped inside, turning on the light since the sunlight had faded beyond comfortable vision levels. Baayaa probably would scold him later for stepping outside without wearing house-scuffs, even if it had just been only as far as the front step. When he turned around again, Kuroba was standing in the dark blue-grey of twilight, the sun having set during their conversation. "Please, come in."
Kuroba paused a moment, looking at him with serious dark eyes that almost seemed black in the dim light. Saguru waited, half wondering if Kuroba was about to run. Then Kuroba stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, his face that neutral expression he'd been wearing when Saguru opened the door.
Time, start.
Kuroba waited, just watching Saguru and Saguru felt his lips twitch. "Shoes off, please." He requested with a tilt of his head, acknowledging Kuroba's minor act of defiance. The magician definitely had his pride, something that Saguru was going to have to be careful to navigate to get to a conclusion that was successful for both of them.
But for that, there needed to be some rules to navigate by.
"Rule One." He said as Kuroba bent over to remove his trainers and slip into the house-scuffs Saguru had left out for him. Kuroba looked up at him, opening his mouth to either protest, or say something witty and Saguru silenced him by cupping the magician's chin with his hand, placing his thumb over Kuroba's lips. "No Speaking."
Kuroba's expression didn't change, but something flashed through his eyes, surprise or panic, it was difficult to interpret. By forbidding speech, Saguru was removing one of the magician's greatest assets and defence mechanisms, words. "Speaking is only permissible to say 'Stop' if you are truly uncomfortable. And I -will- stop. Is this understood?"
Hesitation warred with something in Kuroba's eyes for a moment, then he nodded, just once. Eyes truly were the windows to the soul. Saguru wondered if it was because so few people ever got close enough to Kuroba to see more than the masks that he showed. He gave Kuroba a faint smile as he released his face. "Also, if you cannot speak, you cannot divulge any possible secrets that you might keep."
This time when Kuroba nodded, there was a gauging look in his eyes, as he had just been handed an unexpected puzzle and was wondering the best way to open it. "Also, while you are here," Saguru pulled a black leather collar out of a pocket and offered it to Kuroba. "Please wear this. Either you can put it on, or I can, it is your choice."
Kuroba had gone back to sullen as he took the collar and fit around his own neck. Saguru had oiled and worked on the leather previous to Kuroba's arrival until it was flexible and soft to the touch. Hard leather was somewhat grating against the skin, unless that was the goal one was going for.
"The collar is not intended to be a mark of ownership." Saguru said, straightening the leather after Kuroba had fastened it, checking to make sure that it was not so loose that it would rub or so tight as to cut off circulation. Nor was the leather band intended to be as a display of commitment, as a collar was in some circles, akin to a wedding ring. "But serve as reminder."
He got another gauging look in return, as if to say that Kuroba didn't need any other reminders that he had lost their bet. "This, on the other hand, is completely for me." Saguru grinned broadly, pulling out a small lock, the kind a child might use to lock their diary and fastening it around the two metal loops of the collar, locking it in place. He shifted it so that the lock hung nestled against the curves of Kuroba's collarbones, exposed by the v-shape of Kuroba's shirt collar. "And I've finally got you under lock and key."
The look he got was just shy of poisonous. "I am certain that you could unlock that in under ten seconds with a paper clip." Saguru informed him, holding up the key tied onto a loop of string, and then hung it from the doorknob so it was in plain sight. "But I would appreciate it if you did not. The key is right there for when you leave in the morning."
Kuroba looked at the key for a long moment, probably debating on his chances of grabbing the key and making a run for it. Which were pretty high, although Saguru would be disappointed. Saguru had already resolved that just this once, he would not chase Kuroba if he did flee. It would not serve any purpose other than to make the magician more wary of him.
"Come in." Saguru instructed, stepping inside. "Father is away on a business trip and Baayaa went with him to make sure that he eats, so we will not be interrupted." Unless Aoko-kun took it to mind to intrude. He fervently hoped that she did not.
Kuroba followed hesitantly, glancing around as if expecting some sort of trick or trap to spring out at any moment. Which, given their past history as Hunter and Hunter, Saguru was not entirely surprised to see. A little disappointed, but not surprised. "Have you eaten dinner?" He inquired. "You may nod or shake your head for yes and no, Kuroba."
Kuroba made a face in return, as if to express that he'd already figured that out, thanks, then shook his head. "Excellent." Saguru nodded, motioning Kuroba into the dining room. "I had originally planned on ordering out for dinner, but when Baayaa heard I had a friend coming over, I am afraid she got a little carried away."
It was actually rather embarrassing, how happy the housekeeper had gotten when she had discovered that Saguru had a 'friend' his own age coming over. His social life had certainly been a bit more active in London, but he hadn't thought it to be -that- terribly bad here. He certainly kept busy enough.
"I hope you do not mind steak." Saguru said as he motioned to the dinner table. There was only one setting, he had assured Baayaa that he could set the table properly to avoid suspicion. He motioned to the chair to the right of the head of the table, which was already pulled out. "Medium well, I'm afraid it got a little over done when I warmed it in the oven. Please, sit."
He got an incredulous look as Kuroba realised that there was only one place setting. "I am not going to eat and force you to watch while you starve, Kuroba." Saguru said with mild humour, motioning for the magician to take his seat again. "Sit."
Kuroba did so, with the grace of an irritated cat and managing to move the chair farther away from Saguru's seat than it had originally been arranged. Saguru nodded absently and sat down at the head of the table, removing the cover from the dish. The smell of roasted beef covered with a sauce and vegetables wafted through the air, reminding him that afternoon tea had been several hours ago. Kuroba's expression had fallen into the neutral mask once again, making Saguru wonder how often Kuroba used masks to get through situations he wasn't comfortable with.
It would explain a lot about the Kaitou Kid's smiling face, actually.
Saguru put his napkin in his lap, picking up the fork and knife, quickly slicing the large steak into bite-size pieces. There was certainly enough on the plate for people. "Itadakimasu." He said quietly, then offered Kuroba the first bite of steak with a dollop of sauce on it.
Kuroba gave him a puzzled look, then reached up to take the fork. "No." Saguru chided. "I will feed you." This earned him another incredulous look as the magician dropped his hand, as if Kuroba couldn't believe that he was expected to eat in such a manner. Saguru raised an eyebrow. He was -not- going to tell Kuroba to 'Say Ah'. Kuroba gave him a mulish look back. "Need I remind you of the terms of agreement?" Saguru asked archly.
Kuroba obediently opened his mouth and Saguru placed the the morsel against Kuroba's lips, the magician hesitantly biting the meat and slowly sliding it off the fork. It would have appeared to be a sensual act if it wasn't for the irritated look in Kuroba's eyes. Saguru allowed himself a brief moment to imagine feeding Kuroba with his fingers, feeling those lips and tongue instead of just admiring them.
Saguru dismissed the fantasy, turning his attention to the plate and took a bite of meat, chewing slowly and savouring the flavours. He kept an oblique eye on the slightly fidgeting Kuroba, waiting until the magician had chewed and swallowed the first bite before offering him a second. Kuroba gave him another suspicious look, then leaned forward slightly and took the bite from the fork, before glancing away and chewing defiantly. Saguru ignored the slight display of temper and ate a bite of the steak.
He speared a piece of steamed carrot with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba eyed the vegetable for a moment before leaning forward and eating it. He appeared to be a little hesitant as he tasted it, then swallowed it with a slight nod as if to say that it wasn't half bad. Not half good, but not half bad either.
Saguru attempted to hide his amusement as he tried a carrot as well. Perhaps not quite as firm as he would have liked, but certainly not bad. Juicy, with just the right touch of butter and spices. Baayaa had outdone herself tonight.
He continued to surreptitiously watch Kuroba, who didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Usually eating was a full sensory experience, you saw the food, you smelled the food, you tasted the food, you heard it's subtle sounds and you touched the food with either your hands or the utensils. But with Saguru feeding him, Kuroba was unable to do the last part, which was the majority of the activity in the act of eating. So he kept making half-aborted gestures that looked awkward for the usually graceful magician.
"If you are unable to keep your hands still-" Saguru commented as he held another bite for Kuroba to take, Kuroba's hand twitching to take the fork. "-I will tie them together."
Kuroba gave him a wide-eyed look of disbelief, then pulled the piece of meat off the fork with his mouth. He chewed slowly, looking at Saguru appraisingly, as if calculating just how far he could push Saguru. Saguru schooled his face into a placid expression. He meant every word that he spoke. After all, this would not work if Kuroba could not trust what he said.
Saguru ate a bite of steak, his attention more on the magician than the food's rich flavours. Kuroba was subtly watching him as well and Saguru was unsurprised to spot Kuroba make a gesture with his hands, not at all unlike shuffling a deck of cards to set the cards up for a trick.
"I did warn you." Saguru said, setting the fork down and removing the napkin from his waist before rising from the chair. Kuroba watched him, one eyebrow tilted in what looked like cynicism and challenge. Saguru reached over the table setting to the crystal vase of flowers that Baayaa had added 'just for decoration'. She'd tied a wide dark blue ribbon around the narrowest part of the vase into a bow, to add a contrast to the pale flowers. He untied the ribbon, idling straightening the long length of satin out. "Hold out your hands."
Kuroba did has he'd been told, his face had once again reverted into the neutral mask, hiding any indicators of discomfort. He looped the ribbon around Kuroba's slender but strong wrists in a figure-8 shape, then tied the ends into a standard bow. He patted Kuroba's hands and then sat down again. Kuroba looked at the flimsy binding around his wrists with something akin to surprise in his eyes. Probably either the fact that Saguru had followed up on his statement or that he wasn't bound with handcuffs, it was hard to be sure.
"Now, you have a choice." Saguru said as he sat down again, placing the napkin back on his lap. He picked up the wine glass filled with water and a thin slice of lemon. "You can either trust me to hold the glass for you, or-" He picked up a bright blue plastic straw with three loop-de-loops in the middle where it bent for easier drinking. "You can drink through the straw."
Kuroba glanced between Saguru's face and the straw a few times. "... It is very hard to make a straw classy." Saguru admitted. He also would have preferred a half-glass of red wine to go with the red meat instead of water, but they were both under the drinking age and his guardians were not here to give it to them. So water it was.
The neutral mask did not -quite- contain all of Kuroba's mirth as the magician raised his tied hands and pointed to the straw. Saguru nodded without surprise as he put the straw into the glass, having previously theorised what Kuroba was going to chose. Theirs was not any sort of a relationship built on trust.
He offered the glass and the straw to Kuroba, who leaned forward to wrap his lips around the straw and suck. The liquid rose from the glass, turning the blue a darker shade as it followed it the curves of the straw until it finally disappeared past Kuroba's lips, looking like they were puckered to receive a kiss. Hmm. Perhaps he should have offered Kuroba a different set of options, holding the glass or transferring the water from mouth to mouth.
And then Kuroba jolted him out of his little side fantasy by blowing air back into the bottom of the glass, creating bubbles. "You know." Saguru commented, not moving the glass. "If you were done drinking, you could have simply released the straw."
Kuroba lifted his head slightly, blowing bubbles in the top portion of the water. Saguru raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kuroba to stop playing. Which he did, once he realised that Saguru wasn't going to scold him. Kuroba kind of sulked at him, finally lowering the straw back into the glass so it wouldn't fall out and sat back in the chair.
"Thank you." Saguru commented wryly as he set the glass down. He didn't entirely trust Kuroba not to have backwashed into the glass on purpose. There were -some- limits. He speared another piece of meat with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba tilted his head to the side, bird-like, then leaned forward again and took the bite of steak. Saguru quietly wondered if Kuroba would eventually get tired of this rocking back and forth to eat and move the chair back to where it had originally been, within Saguru's easy reach.
Knowing Kuroba, probably not.
He ate a bite as well, watching with some amusement as Kuroba examined his bonds with a look of bewildered concentration, as if expecting it to be some sort of complex trap instead of a simple dark blue satin ribbon. Saguru held a piece of meat for Kuroba, who looked at him, twisting his wrists around to tug on the ribbon. Not hard enough to un-knot the bow, but enough to make to make it obvious that he was questioning it.
"No, I am not currently serious about tying you up so you cannot escape." Saguru admitted as Kuroba took a bite. Kuroba chewed, nodding his head like he had figured it out but was glad to have it clarified.
"If I was serious about tying you up so you could not escape," Saguru smiled slightly as he took his time selecting his next bite. "I would start out by binding the thumb to the hands. Then curling the fingers into a fist, possibly around some sort of wadded fabric, then placing socks over the hands and binding them closed with several layers of duct tape around the wrists. Then I would place splits along the arm to prevent use of the elbow and wrists. And then I would bind the arms from the wrist to as close to the shoulder as I could get. Any knots would be tied around the elbow, in case the hands somehow managed to get free, as well as to prevent the use of teeth to undo them."
He selected a tasty looking morsel and ate it, slowly savouring the flavours and texture. He was aware that Kuroba was watching him with eyes that were slightly more round than usual, as if he was seeing something unexpected. He swallowed his bite and pondered getting another glass of water to drink from, he still didn't entirely trust the one Kuroba had been drinking out of. Ah, well. Something to remember for later.
"Of course, depending on the circumstances, it might be more secure to bind the arms behind the back which causes a distribution in balance. But then one must remember not to secure the shoulders too tightly, lest it cut off circulation and cause muscle cramps from being unable to relax." Saguru said mildly, skewering a piece of broccoli with the fork. "That might appear to be overkill for most people, but not for someone who is most likely the Kaitou Kid and could undo lesser bindings as easily as a magic trick."
The look on Kuroba's face had gone past 'neutral' and heading straight towards 'glacial', his eyes cold and calculating. The look of someone who had found a large fanged predator where they were expecting something without teeth. Saguru smiled politely, slightly amused. "One advantage of your not speaking, you cannot refute that you are not the Kid. But I shall not bring it up further tonight. Broccoli?" He inquired, offering Kuroba the bite.
Kuroba glanced at the steamed broccoli and gave it a distrustful expression, as if he were expecting it to suddenly turn into something it wasn't as well. Saguru sighed. "Eat your damn vegetables, Kuroba."
He got a sullen look in return, the kind small children gave their parents when forced to eat something they didn't want to, then Kuroba leaned forward and ate the broccoli, a dour expression on his face the entire time. Evidently Kuroba wasn't a fan of broccoli.
Saguru tried a piece of broccoli as well and found it to meet his expectations. It could have possibly used a touch more butter, but really, Baayaa had outdone herself on the food tonight.
+++ To Be Continued +++
Will post the second part sometime next week after we get back from Estrella War. There'll be smut in that part, this fic is like over 75% foreplay. #^^#
-I am not involved in the S&M or fetish scenes, so there will probably be some errors due to the fact that book learning will only take you so far. I do apologies for those, and if anyone has corrections or suggestions on how to improve things, please let me know. Thanks.
On to Part Two
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Rating: Mature. no smut now, smut later
Word Count: 4,270
Author's Note: For the DC/MK Anon Kink Meme (Yes, it's still going, new fics are still being posted, go check it out!), although it's waaaay too big to be posted there Anonymously. Was trying to get this done before I leave for the weekend, but alas, it's not happening. Since we have to divide it in half anyway, you get the first part now!
Thanks to Dagron and Claude for beta and plunnies.
Summary: Pairing: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito. Scenario: Kaito gives Saguru what he always wanted -- complete and utter control. BSDM/slave ideas are always awesome!
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When their classmates had first heard the bet between Kuroba and himself, there had been much teasing and laughter. Hakuba Saguru versus the Kaitou Kid, it was an old story by now, and Hakuba usually lost.
And then Saguru had won the bet. True, Kid had gotten away, but Kid always got away. It was to the point that didn't even sting as much as it once had, Kid's retreating back merely meaning the beginning of a new match a little later.
But the terms of the bet hadn't dealt with the Kid getting away, but the Kid getting away with his prize. And in that aspect, Saguru won. The thief had managed to temporarily get his hands on the large rare jewel, but Saguru had gotten it away from the Kid in the end.
The Loser Had To Do Anything The Winner Wanted From Sundown To Sunrise.
Suddenly, it wasn't quite as funny. Aoko-kun had thrown the biggest temper tantrum at him, stating that it had not been a fair deal, as Kuroba had bet on someone else while Saguru had wagered on himself. He had shrugged her complaints off and Kuroba had been silent on it as well, not speaking up on his own behalf.
After all, Kuroba had bet on himself as well. Or on his sexy alter ego, the Kaitou Kid. But that was something they did not speak about, at least in public.
And now, Kuroba was here. Saguru was guessing that the magician was currently regretting the word choice of their agreement, 'anything' left quite a few possibilities open.
Some of which Saguru planned on taking full advantage of. But first, he had to let Kuroba into the house.
He opened the door before Kuroba could ring the doorbell again, having requested that Kuroba arrive at his house a few minutes to sunset, the oranges and reds of the sky highlighting Kuroba's fair features in liquid gold. "Hey." Kuroba said, his expression neutral. "I'm here."
"Thank you for arriving slightly early." Saguru said, shutting the door behind him and leaning against the door frame. "I wanted to go over a few things with you before the terms of our agreement started."
Kuroba's left eyebrow flickered upwards in a slightly sceptical show of emotion. "Okay."
"What are you not willing to do?" Saguru questioned. "I do not mean things such as murder, theft, or illegal acts, which I should hope that you know me well enough to know that I would not ask for."
He got a bland shrug in return. "The agreement was 'anything' the winner wants." Kuroba pointed out, almost mulish in his lack of understanding.
"And I want to know your limitations." Saguru said firmly. "So that I might know mine."
That earned him a blank look. Saguru sighed. "Are you comfortable with housekeeping?"
Kuroba shrugged. "I'm pretty good at dusting and floors but you don't want me cooking."
Which wasn't a problem, Saguru had not actually planned on making Kuroba do household chores. "Laundry?"
A nod. "I do my own."
Probably to keep his Mother from finding things that she shouldn't in his pockets. Or because he neglected to clean out his pockets a few too many times. "Karaoke?"
He got a look in return as if silent requesting that Saguru stop pulling his leg. "Upon occasion."
"Sex?"
Kuroba quickly went back to the neutral face. Saguru rubbed the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to sigh. "Either answer the question or leave, Kuroba." He was serious about needing to know just how far he could push the magician. Kuroba reneging on his word was a very remote possibility, the prankster was known for keeping his promises, but Saguru did not wish to push him too far past his comfort levels and make him regret doing so.
"... I figured it was a possibility." Kuroba granted, nothing in his tone or expression giving away if it was a -welcome- possibility.
"How much experience do you have?"
A wary shrug. "You've seen my dating life."
Which was practically non-existent, save for hanging around with Aoko-kun, which seemed to be more along the lines of bickering close friends than a dating couple. "Do you have any preferences?"
Kuroba's jaw opened slightly, then shut. Probably not something anyone had ever asked him about.
"Sex with me?" Saguru asked bluntly. "That is not a guarantee, I am merely going over options."
"I..." Kuroba hesitated, stalling for time to form an answer. Either that or he'd gotten side-tracked at the idea of Saguru winning the bet to make Kuroba have sex with someone else. 'Anything' truly did leave the door wide open for a mind boggling number of possibilities.
Saguru smirked ruefully. "Absolutely repulsive, or not?" If that was not a way of setting himself up to be shot down, Saguru did not know one.
"... Not?" Kuroba said, but there was a cautious look in his eyes.
"Kinks?" Saguru said with a nod. Okay, not shot down. That was something. He could work with that.
Kuroba shrugged. Clean slate there, probably from either lack of opportunity or ignorance due to focusing his energies elsewhere. Saguru would bet the later.
"Squicks?"
"Pain?" Kuroba ventured. "I'm really not fond of the sight of blood." Particularly his own, of which there had been enough shed.
"Neither am I." Saguru assured him. "How good are you at back massages?"
"Never given one." Although Saguru was certain that Kuroba would be wonderful at it, once shown. Kuroba had the most wonderful agile hands.
"Food allergies?"
"I don't care for fish." Kuroba admitted, but Saguru already knew that. Aoko-kun had certainly chased Kuroba around the classroom with a fish enough times for him to pick up that bit of information. "And yes, I do have all my shots." He added sarcastically.
Saguru smirked. Finally, some of the magician's usual attidude. Or ire, it was really hard to tell sometimes between the two of them. "Anything I should know before I invite you in?"
Kuroba gave him a sizing look. "Can I request that nothing that happens here gets talked about to others afterwards?"
"That goes both ways, of course." Saguru nodded. "I was not planning on telling anyone anyway." What was Kuroba expecting him to do? Gloat about it at school afterwards?
... Probably. Although a few veiled hints dropped here and there probably would not be amiss...
"Good." Kuroba fixed him with an intense look, one that would be expected on the face of the Kaitou Kid than Kuroba Kaito. "But I'm not going to forget anything that happens tonight." With the intent of issuing revenge at a later date, of course.
"Good." Saguru opened the door behind him. "I am glad." He sincerely hoped that Kuroba did not forget. And that he might actually learn a few things along the way.
He stepped inside, turning on the light since the sunlight had faded beyond comfortable vision levels. Baayaa probably would scold him later for stepping outside without wearing house-scuffs, even if it had just been only as far as the front step. When he turned around again, Kuroba was standing in the dark blue-grey of twilight, the sun having set during their conversation. "Please, come in."
Kuroba paused a moment, looking at him with serious dark eyes that almost seemed black in the dim light. Saguru waited, half wondering if Kuroba was about to run. Then Kuroba stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, his face that neutral expression he'd been wearing when Saguru opened the door.
Time, start.
Kuroba waited, just watching Saguru and Saguru felt his lips twitch. "Shoes off, please." He requested with a tilt of his head, acknowledging Kuroba's minor act of defiance. The magician definitely had his pride, something that Saguru was going to have to be careful to navigate to get to a conclusion that was successful for both of them.
But for that, there needed to be some rules to navigate by.
"Rule One." He said as Kuroba bent over to remove his trainers and slip into the house-scuffs Saguru had left out for him. Kuroba looked up at him, opening his mouth to either protest, or say something witty and Saguru silenced him by cupping the magician's chin with his hand, placing his thumb over Kuroba's lips. "No Speaking."
Kuroba's expression didn't change, but something flashed through his eyes, surprise or panic, it was difficult to interpret. By forbidding speech, Saguru was removing one of the magician's greatest assets and defence mechanisms, words. "Speaking is only permissible to say 'Stop' if you are truly uncomfortable. And I -will- stop. Is this understood?"
Hesitation warred with something in Kuroba's eyes for a moment, then he nodded, just once. Eyes truly were the windows to the soul. Saguru wondered if it was because so few people ever got close enough to Kuroba to see more than the masks that he showed. He gave Kuroba a faint smile as he released his face. "Also, if you cannot speak, you cannot divulge any possible secrets that you might keep."
This time when Kuroba nodded, there was a gauging look in his eyes, as he had just been handed an unexpected puzzle and was wondering the best way to open it. "Also, while you are here," Saguru pulled a black leather collar out of a pocket and offered it to Kuroba. "Please wear this. Either you can put it on, or I can, it is your choice."
Kuroba had gone back to sullen as he took the collar and fit around his own neck. Saguru had oiled and worked on the leather previous to Kuroba's arrival until it was flexible and soft to the touch. Hard leather was somewhat grating against the skin, unless that was the goal one was going for.
"The collar is not intended to be a mark of ownership." Saguru said, straightening the leather after Kuroba had fastened it, checking to make sure that it was not so loose that it would rub or so tight as to cut off circulation. Nor was the leather band intended to be as a display of commitment, as a collar was in some circles, akin to a wedding ring. "But serve as reminder."
He got another gauging look in return, as if to say that Kuroba didn't need any other reminders that he had lost their bet. "This, on the other hand, is completely for me." Saguru grinned broadly, pulling out a small lock, the kind a child might use to lock their diary and fastening it around the two metal loops of the collar, locking it in place. He shifted it so that the lock hung nestled against the curves of Kuroba's collarbones, exposed by the v-shape of Kuroba's shirt collar. "And I've finally got you under lock and key."
The look he got was just shy of poisonous. "I am certain that you could unlock that in under ten seconds with a paper clip." Saguru informed him, holding up the key tied onto a loop of string, and then hung it from the doorknob so it was in plain sight. "But I would appreciate it if you did not. The key is right there for when you leave in the morning."
Kuroba looked at the key for a long moment, probably debating on his chances of grabbing the key and making a run for it. Which were pretty high, although Saguru would be disappointed. Saguru had already resolved that just this once, he would not chase Kuroba if he did flee. It would not serve any purpose other than to make the magician more wary of him.
"Come in." Saguru instructed, stepping inside. "Father is away on a business trip and Baayaa went with him to make sure that he eats, so we will not be interrupted." Unless Aoko-kun took it to mind to intrude. He fervently hoped that she did not.
Kuroba followed hesitantly, glancing around as if expecting some sort of trick or trap to spring out at any moment. Which, given their past history as Hunter and Hunter, Saguru was not entirely surprised to see. A little disappointed, but not surprised. "Have you eaten dinner?" He inquired. "You may nod or shake your head for yes and no, Kuroba."
Kuroba made a face in return, as if to express that he'd already figured that out, thanks, then shook his head. "Excellent." Saguru nodded, motioning Kuroba into the dining room. "I had originally planned on ordering out for dinner, but when Baayaa heard I had a friend coming over, I am afraid she got a little carried away."
It was actually rather embarrassing, how happy the housekeeper had gotten when she had discovered that Saguru had a 'friend' his own age coming over. His social life had certainly been a bit more active in London, but he hadn't thought it to be -that- terribly bad here. He certainly kept busy enough.
"I hope you do not mind steak." Saguru said as he motioned to the dinner table. There was only one setting, he had assured Baayaa that he could set the table properly to avoid suspicion. He motioned to the chair to the right of the head of the table, which was already pulled out. "Medium well, I'm afraid it got a little over done when I warmed it in the oven. Please, sit."
He got an incredulous look as Kuroba realised that there was only one place setting. "I am not going to eat and force you to watch while you starve, Kuroba." Saguru said with mild humour, motioning for the magician to take his seat again. "Sit."
Kuroba did so, with the grace of an irritated cat and managing to move the chair farther away from Saguru's seat than it had originally been arranged. Saguru nodded absently and sat down at the head of the table, removing the cover from the dish. The smell of roasted beef covered with a sauce and vegetables wafted through the air, reminding him that afternoon tea had been several hours ago. Kuroba's expression had fallen into the neutral mask once again, making Saguru wonder how often Kuroba used masks to get through situations he wasn't comfortable with.
It would explain a lot about the Kaitou Kid's smiling face, actually.
Saguru put his napkin in his lap, picking up the fork and knife, quickly slicing the large steak into bite-size pieces. There was certainly enough on the plate for people. "Itadakimasu." He said quietly, then offered Kuroba the first bite of steak with a dollop of sauce on it.
Kuroba gave him a puzzled look, then reached up to take the fork. "No." Saguru chided. "I will feed you." This earned him another incredulous look as the magician dropped his hand, as if Kuroba couldn't believe that he was expected to eat in such a manner. Saguru raised an eyebrow. He was -not- going to tell Kuroba to 'Say Ah'. Kuroba gave him a mulish look back. "Need I remind you of the terms of agreement?" Saguru asked archly.
Kuroba obediently opened his mouth and Saguru placed the the morsel against Kuroba's lips, the magician hesitantly biting the meat and slowly sliding it off the fork. It would have appeared to be a sensual act if it wasn't for the irritated look in Kuroba's eyes. Saguru allowed himself a brief moment to imagine feeding Kuroba with his fingers, feeling those lips and tongue instead of just admiring them.
Saguru dismissed the fantasy, turning his attention to the plate and took a bite of meat, chewing slowly and savouring the flavours. He kept an oblique eye on the slightly fidgeting Kuroba, waiting until the magician had chewed and swallowed the first bite before offering him a second. Kuroba gave him another suspicious look, then leaned forward slightly and took the bite from the fork, before glancing away and chewing defiantly. Saguru ignored the slight display of temper and ate a bite of the steak.
He speared a piece of steamed carrot with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba eyed the vegetable for a moment before leaning forward and eating it. He appeared to be a little hesitant as he tasted it, then swallowed it with a slight nod as if to say that it wasn't half bad. Not half good, but not half bad either.
Saguru attempted to hide his amusement as he tried a carrot as well. Perhaps not quite as firm as he would have liked, but certainly not bad. Juicy, with just the right touch of butter and spices. Baayaa had outdone herself tonight.
He continued to surreptitiously watch Kuroba, who didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Usually eating was a full sensory experience, you saw the food, you smelled the food, you tasted the food, you heard it's subtle sounds and you touched the food with either your hands or the utensils. But with Saguru feeding him, Kuroba was unable to do the last part, which was the majority of the activity in the act of eating. So he kept making half-aborted gestures that looked awkward for the usually graceful magician.
"If you are unable to keep your hands still-" Saguru commented as he held another bite for Kuroba to take, Kuroba's hand twitching to take the fork. "-I will tie them together."
Kuroba gave him a wide-eyed look of disbelief, then pulled the piece of meat off the fork with his mouth. He chewed slowly, looking at Saguru appraisingly, as if calculating just how far he could push Saguru. Saguru schooled his face into a placid expression. He meant every word that he spoke. After all, this would not work if Kuroba could not trust what he said.
Saguru ate a bite of steak, his attention more on the magician than the food's rich flavours. Kuroba was subtly watching him as well and Saguru was unsurprised to spot Kuroba make a gesture with his hands, not at all unlike shuffling a deck of cards to set the cards up for a trick.
"I did warn you." Saguru said, setting the fork down and removing the napkin from his waist before rising from the chair. Kuroba watched him, one eyebrow tilted in what looked like cynicism and challenge. Saguru reached over the table setting to the crystal vase of flowers that Baayaa had added 'just for decoration'. She'd tied a wide dark blue ribbon around the narrowest part of the vase into a bow, to add a contrast to the pale flowers. He untied the ribbon, idling straightening the long length of satin out. "Hold out your hands."
Kuroba did has he'd been told, his face had once again reverted into the neutral mask, hiding any indicators of discomfort. He looped the ribbon around Kuroba's slender but strong wrists in a figure-8 shape, then tied the ends into a standard bow. He patted Kuroba's hands and then sat down again. Kuroba looked at the flimsy binding around his wrists with something akin to surprise in his eyes. Probably either the fact that Saguru had followed up on his statement or that he wasn't bound with handcuffs, it was hard to be sure.
"Now, you have a choice." Saguru said as he sat down again, placing the napkin back on his lap. He picked up the wine glass filled with water and a thin slice of lemon. "You can either trust me to hold the glass for you, or-" He picked up a bright blue plastic straw with three loop-de-loops in the middle where it bent for easier drinking. "You can drink through the straw."
Kuroba glanced between Saguru's face and the straw a few times. "... It is very hard to make a straw classy." Saguru admitted. He also would have preferred a half-glass of red wine to go with the red meat instead of water, but they were both under the drinking age and his guardians were not here to give it to them. So water it was.
The neutral mask did not -quite- contain all of Kuroba's mirth as the magician raised his tied hands and pointed to the straw. Saguru nodded without surprise as he put the straw into the glass, having previously theorised what Kuroba was going to chose. Theirs was not any sort of a relationship built on trust.
He offered the glass and the straw to Kuroba, who leaned forward to wrap his lips around the straw and suck. The liquid rose from the glass, turning the blue a darker shade as it followed it the curves of the straw until it finally disappeared past Kuroba's lips, looking like they were puckered to receive a kiss. Hmm. Perhaps he should have offered Kuroba a different set of options, holding the glass or transferring the water from mouth to mouth.
And then Kuroba jolted him out of his little side fantasy by blowing air back into the bottom of the glass, creating bubbles. "You know." Saguru commented, not moving the glass. "If you were done drinking, you could have simply released the straw."
Kuroba lifted his head slightly, blowing bubbles in the top portion of the water. Saguru raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kuroba to stop playing. Which he did, once he realised that Saguru wasn't going to scold him. Kuroba kind of sulked at him, finally lowering the straw back into the glass so it wouldn't fall out and sat back in the chair.
"Thank you." Saguru commented wryly as he set the glass down. He didn't entirely trust Kuroba not to have backwashed into the glass on purpose. There were -some- limits. He speared another piece of meat with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba tilted his head to the side, bird-like, then leaned forward again and took the bite of steak. Saguru quietly wondered if Kuroba would eventually get tired of this rocking back and forth to eat and move the chair back to where it had originally been, within Saguru's easy reach.
Knowing Kuroba, probably not.
He ate a bite as well, watching with some amusement as Kuroba examined his bonds with a look of bewildered concentration, as if expecting it to be some sort of complex trap instead of a simple dark blue satin ribbon. Saguru held a piece of meat for Kuroba, who looked at him, twisting his wrists around to tug on the ribbon. Not hard enough to un-knot the bow, but enough to make to make it obvious that he was questioning it.
"No, I am not currently serious about tying you up so you cannot escape." Saguru admitted as Kuroba took a bite. Kuroba chewed, nodding his head like he had figured it out but was glad to have it clarified.
"If I was serious about tying you up so you could not escape," Saguru smiled slightly as he took his time selecting his next bite. "I would start out by binding the thumb to the hands. Then curling the fingers into a fist, possibly around some sort of wadded fabric, then placing socks over the hands and binding them closed with several layers of duct tape around the wrists. Then I would place splits along the arm to prevent use of the elbow and wrists. And then I would bind the arms from the wrist to as close to the shoulder as I could get. Any knots would be tied around the elbow, in case the hands somehow managed to get free, as well as to prevent the use of teeth to undo them."
He selected a tasty looking morsel and ate it, slowly savouring the flavours and texture. He was aware that Kuroba was watching him with eyes that were slightly more round than usual, as if he was seeing something unexpected. He swallowed his bite and pondered getting another glass of water to drink from, he still didn't entirely trust the one Kuroba had been drinking out of. Ah, well. Something to remember for later.
"Of course, depending on the circumstances, it might be more secure to bind the arms behind the back which causes a distribution in balance. But then one must remember not to secure the shoulders too tightly, lest it cut off circulation and cause muscle cramps from being unable to relax." Saguru said mildly, skewering a piece of broccoli with the fork. "That might appear to be overkill for most people, but not for someone who is most likely the Kaitou Kid and could undo lesser bindings as easily as a magic trick."
The look on Kuroba's face had gone past 'neutral' and heading straight towards 'glacial', his eyes cold and calculating. The look of someone who had found a large fanged predator where they were expecting something without teeth. Saguru smiled politely, slightly amused. "One advantage of your not speaking, you cannot refute that you are not the Kid. But I shall not bring it up further tonight. Broccoli?" He inquired, offering Kuroba the bite.
Kuroba glanced at the steamed broccoli and gave it a distrustful expression, as if he were expecting it to suddenly turn into something it wasn't as well. Saguru sighed. "Eat your damn vegetables, Kuroba."
He got a sullen look in return, the kind small children gave their parents when forced to eat something they didn't want to, then Kuroba leaned forward and ate the broccoli, a dour expression on his face the entire time. Evidently Kuroba wasn't a fan of broccoli.
Saguru tried a piece of broccoli as well and found it to meet his expectations. It could have possibly used a touch more butter, but really, Baayaa had outdone herself on the food tonight.
+++ To Be Continued +++
Will post the second part sometime next week after we get back from Estrella War. There'll be smut in that part, this fic is like over 75% foreplay. #^^#
-I am not involved in the S&M or fetish scenes, so there will probably be some errors due to the fact that book learning will only take you so far. I do apologies for those, and if anyone has corrections or suggestions on how to improve things, please let me know. Thanks.
On to Part Two