[Magic Kaito] DC/MK Anon Kink Meme: Stress Relief (2/3)
Title: Stress Relief (part 2 of 3)
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Rating: Mature. still no smut now, smut later
Word Count: 8,641
Warnings: Toys, discussion about piercings.
Author's Note: For the DC/MK Anon Kink Meme. Was going to try to have this completed this week, but running a fever and down with the chills kinda steals the time away. But I promised more of this fic to be posted this week, so here we go!
This section unbeta'd.
Summary: Pairing: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito. Scenario: Kaito gives Saguru what he always wanted -- complete and utter control. BSDM/slave ideas are always awesome!
Part One
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They finished dinner fairly quickly after that. Kuroba apparently had a change of heart as far as pushing his boundaries, watching Saguru suspiciously while they ate, as if expecting leather bondage gear to arrive at any moment. Saguru found this funnier than it really should have been and was hard-pressed to keep from smirking.
The 'No Speaking' edict also made it slightly more difficult to hold a conversation, since Kuroba's responses were limited to nodding, shaking his head or various comedic faces to convey both his thoughts and his mood. It was somehow both satisfying and not, Saguru faintly missing their verbal battles even as he enjoyed the chance to spend time with the magician without fighting.
When they finished eating, Saguru had Kuroba assist him in taking their dishes to the kitchen and rinsing them off before setting them in the sink to be taken care of at a later date. Household chores were not something he had planned for tonight.
He lead Kuroba into the living room, turning on a lamp beside the sofa for illumination, leaving only the dining room lights on and the rest of the house dark. He sat down next to the light, placing a throw pillow next to his leg and instructing Kuroba to lay down along the sofa's long length. Kuroba made sulking faces as he did so, especially when he realised that in this position, his head was almost in Saguru's lap. Which had been Saguru's evil plan all along. Muwahaha.
Saguru picked up the book he had been reading, 'La Philosophie Dans le Boudoir', Philosophy in the Bedroom, by Donatien Alphonse-François de Sade, the infamous Marquis de Sade himself. He was having more trouble than he would have liked, reading it in the original French, his former language classes having been well over a year ago, previous to his moving to Japan.
It was also one of the Marquis milder stories, one of the few with no deaths, although he did not care much for the ending, what happened to poor Eugénie's prudish mother. But the philosophical discussions where the reason he had picked it up, even if he didn't agree with much of what was said. The human mind was a strange and complex creation, with many odd twists and turns and it didn't hurt to look in to viewpoints that were not his own. Even if the erotica was on the disappointingly boring side.
Kuroba eventually settled down, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Saguru let him be for a while, content to struggle with the French language and resisting the urge to check the dictionary that was also on the table every other sentence. Although things had gotten simpler once he'd figured out 'enconner' was 'vaginal intercourse'.
His hand dropped down onto Kuroba's head and he glanced down, finding Kuroba look up at him with a slightly curious expression. "Is this all right?" He questioned, flexing his fingers slightly. Kuroba titled his head to the side slightly, then shrugged, like it didn't matter one way or the other to him. Saguru nodded and kept his hand there, absently running his fingers through Kuroba's spiky hair.
Kuroba's unruly locks were longer in the front than the back and Saguru's discovered both to his chagrin and amusement that his attentions made Kuroba's hair stick in more directions than previously. Kuroba's hair had a nice texture, not precisely soft, but not coarse either, but clean and definitely pleasant to the touch.
The magician eventually yawned, rolling over to onto his side, his back to the sofa's back, giving Saguru more access to his head. He started kneading small circles against Kuroba's scalp with his fingertips, massaging his head. While he kept the focus of his attention on the book of course, it wouldn't do for Kuroba to think that he was actually enjoying this. Kuroba let out a large sigh, his body eventually relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.
Good. Saguru closed the book, permitting himself the luxury of studying Kuroba's almost peaceful expression. There were faint shadows under the magician's eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well lately again, which was probably the main factor in why Saguru had been able to win their bet. Unlike Kuroba, who was the Kid, Saguru had the luxury of deciding to take a night off. Of course, if the Kid decided to take a break to catch up on sleep, all he had to do was stop sending notices.
Not that that was likely, the Kaitou Kid appeared to have some sort of goal, a prize he was looking for. Saguru doubted he was going to stop until he found it. But in the meantime, he wished that Kuroba would take better care of himself.
He and Kuroba, and to some extent the Kid as well, had a somewhat adversarial relationship. Most of their discussions were closer to debates or snark-fests than actual talk. However, this did not mean that he wasn't fond of the magician. It was difficult to find someone to match wits with who was actually -good- at it, and did not mind doing so.
Which was one reason why he'd started mapping out various scenarios as soon as the bet had been put forth. He'd been equally prepared to lose, and spend a night in probably what would have amounted to immature humiliation, --he had serious doubts that Kuroba would have known what to do with him for a night-- but had been pleasantly elated when he won.
Kuroba let out a small breathy sigh as he hit a good spot and Saguru smiled, enjoying watching the magician's tense frame relax under his hand. Perhaps an early night would be called for, getting some rest would not be a horrid idea, for either of them. Perhaps a slight waste of a good bet, but even he did admit that a full night's sleep would be a pleasant change of pace.
He let the idea stew as he continued reading his book, Kuroba's soft breathing and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall keeping him company. He quietly debated of the mental stability of the good Marquis. The man was obviously gifted, but more than a little mad in a lot of ways.
Not that he could talk, present company included.
Little more than a half hour passed pleasantly like this when Kuroba drifted to consciousness, yawning and stretching his limbs, reminding Saguru of a large sleepy feline.
"Geez." Kuroba commented lethargically as he rolled onto his back. "Don'tcha have anything to do for entertainment around here?"
Saguru could see the exact moment that awareness hit the magician, Kuroba's eyes flying open as he stared at Saguru with what he could only describe as a panicked 'Oh, Shit' expression. Rule number one: no talking.
He smirked back, raising one eyebrow as he placed a bookmark in his book with exaggerated care. "I am fairly certain we could find something to entertain ourselves." He said, placing the book on the table. Hmm... what to do, what to do... This did offer up quite a few different possibilities.
Kuroba attempted to retreat, creeping backwards on the sofa, without making it making it obvious that was what he was trying to do. Saguru let the moment stretch a little bit, Kuroba's hyperactive imagination would fill in the blanks much more eloquently than anything Saguru could come up with.
"I think... yes. Shirt off, please." It was warm enough that Kuroba shouldn't catch a chill. An article of clothing for every time Kuroba talked, perhaps? "And then we shall see what we can find that is entertaining 'to do'."
He got a sceptical look in return, like yet again, Kuroba wasn't entirely sure that he had heard Saguru correctly. Saguru's eyebrow arched higher. "Would you prefer to lose the trousers instead?"
Kuroba gave a silent grumble --something about 'perverts', if Saguru's lip-reading skills were up to par-- and reached down, grabbing the hem of his dark shirt and pulled it off over his head. The fabric got tangled up at the wrists, the ribbon still holding his hands together.
"Come here." Saguru motioned with some amusement. Kuroba gave him a sullen look, rising to his feet and standing in front of Saguru. He untied the ribbon, the smooth fabric sliding free with a silken hiss, before tugging Kuroba's cotton shirt off. Saguru shook out the shirt and folded it, setting it on the arm of the sofa before sitting back and admiring the view.
Kuroba was body was long and lean, with the slight air of awkwardness of one who hadn't completely finished filling out after growing. Although Saguru privately had to wonder if Kuroba had ever been 'awkward', it was hard to picture it. He'd seen Kuroba move, watched the Kid dance, with the grace of someone who knew exactly what they were capable of and were comfortable in their skin. And nice skin it was too, all smooth and gold under the lamplight, except for lovely rosy brown nipples.
The collar looked even darker, the silver lock glinting in the light, accenting the line of the collarbone to the shoulders. Saguru admired the curve of the shoulder, Kuroba's well sculpted arms, the line from chest, to his flat stomach, to the curve of narrow hip bones, to the fine line of hair running from his navel to disappear under the waistband of his jeans.
Saguru's fingers itched with the urge to -touch-.
"So." Saguru drawled, reining in his impulses and running the dark ribbon through his fingers, smoothing it out again. "What shall we do for our entertainment tonight?"
He'd meant it as a metaphorical question, something to buy a little bit of time while he attempted to drag his brain out of his pants. There was a television and a stock of movies, a stash of games tucked away, or heaven forbid, they actually get a good night's rest tonight. Simple, mundane things, that one might do with a friend or an acquaintance.
Then Kuroba shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pink tongue flashing out as he moistened his lips, hesitantly looking at someplace over Saguru's left shoulder and all the blood went rushing to Saguru's other head again.
"Upstairs, second door on the left is my bedroom." Saguru said, making an effort to keep his voice steady. "The door should be open. Under the bed, you will find a box with a lock on it. Kindly fetch it and bring it here."
Kuroba gave him a curious look, then nodded and walked off. Saguru watched him go, admiring the smoothness of his gait, the movement of muscles sliding under skin. God. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the touch of skin on skin, the press and slide of flesh, soft noises and exhalations, Kuroba's legs wrapped around Saguru's waist...
Saguru surreptitiously adjusted himself before Kuroba returned. Sometimes it sucked being visually orientated, especially when you were telling yourself it was okay to look, but -don't touch-. At least, not yet. Not that way, not unless Kuroba wanted it. Kuroba may have been his 'slave' for the night, but he was -not- going to force the magician into something against his will.
The role of a good 'Master' was not to order or abuse the one who was submissive, but to put their needs first, to take care of them. It was a relationship built on trust and mutual desire. Contrary to what it might have appeared to outsiders, the 'Slave' really was the one with the power, it was their decision when and if to say stop. Which was why he was trying to make sure that Kuroba knew that he could say 'no' at any time, and Saguru was trying not to push anything too hard.
Even if he did look incredibly ravishable like this. Saguru was going to be seeing that collar in his dreams for a while. He wondered if Kuroba's collarbones were as delectable as they looked. He adjusted himself again.
The damn thing was that Kuroba wasn't just another pretty face, a nice body. If he hadn't been so damn annoying, Saguru might have been been able to ignore him. Kuroba was intelligent, sharp-witted, stubborn and didn't back down from a debate or a confrontation. Which just made him more attractive in Saguru's eyes, really.
He was also strangely honourable, even if he did constantly deny being the the Kaitou Kid.
Case in point, Kuroba returned, his footsteps almost noiseless as he carried the box into the room. The box was about the size of a large shoe-box, burgundy with re-enfourced brass edges and corners, more bulky than heavy. "Thank you." Saguru said distantly, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He motioned in front of him. "You can set the box down here."
Kuroba did as instructed, kneeling down on the rug in front of the sofa to do so. Saguru leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, looking at Kuroba intently. The magician's face looked reserved, but curious.
"You requested earlier that nothing that happens tonight gets mentioned others later, correct?" Saguru said, watching Kuroba's reaction. There was a brief flicker in Kuroba's eyes, then he nodded once. "That goes both ways." Saguru said firmly. "Your word, or honour as the case may be, that you will -not- discuss this with outside parties later?"
Kuroba hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he was going to like what he found in the box, then slowly but firmly nodded his head. Saguru let out a breath he'd been holding. Okay.
"All right." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a key-ring, selecting one of the smaller keys and began sliding it off of the ring. "While I was living in London, I tended to... run with a different crowd then I do here. Older, for one thing. And bit more on the wild side than you would probably suspect." Which was where he had learned the 'rules of the game', so to speak.
While dealing with the stress of school and murder mysteries on a frequent basis, he'd needed something where he could turn his brain off for a while, if he so choose. Or to use his analytical abilities for a purpose that had little to do with corpses and grieving family, and more to do with the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
He didn't require as much of a diversion while chasing the Kaitou Kid, there were fewer dead bodies where the thief was found. And both Kuroba and the Kid made for a delightful --if sometimes annoying-- distraction.
"But before I left for Japan, several friends got together and threw me a... Well, I suppose you might call it a 'Toy Party'." He got the key off the ring and held it up for Kuroba to see. "This is just to see if you find anything you might find interesting. This does not mean we necessarily have to play with them, is this understood?"
Saguru got an impatient look in return as if to say he didn't understand what the big deal was about, but Kuroba nodded. He tossed Kuroba the key, the magician grabbing it out of mid-air. Saguru nodded back, resisting the urge to wipe his suddenly cold hands on his thighs, nervous for no explicable reason. "Just as a reminder, if you are uncomfortable with something, you do have the option of saying 'no'."
Kuroba rolled his eyes before unlocking the box and lifting the lid. The magician's exasperated air vanished as soon as he saw the box's contents, replaced by wide-eyed staring. Kuroba glanced between Saguru and the box a few times, as if making sure that this was the right box and it was, in fact, actually owned by Saguru.
Saguru smothered a snicker. "Everything should be clean." He said mildly. "I made sure to sterilise everything before I packed them before coming to Japan and I haven't opened the box since." Mum had wondered why he'd been so helpful about doing the dishes that night too. Good thing most of these 'toys' were dishwasher safe. And the ones that weren't could be washed by hand. Although he had been careful to keep the dishes and the toys separate...
One of Kuroba's eyebrows arched up as he pulled out a bright cyan coloured vibrator. The top of it was penis shaped, but it had what looked like a strand of pearls wrapped around the middle and a small rabbit coming off the side, making the overall appearance somewhat like a demented cactus. Kuroba gave him a pointed look, mouthing the word 'Bunny'.
"That is actually designed for girls." Saguru shrugged, leaning forward and grabbing the cord that trailed from the bottom, pulling the control out and triggering it. The pearls began to rotate anti-clockwise around the shaft as the rabbit vibrated. "The rabbit ears are supposed to stimulate the clitoris."
Kuroba stared at the moving pearls, eyes almost going perfectly round. Of course, the shiny fake jewels would fascinate a jewel thief. Saguru played with the controller, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. "I really don't know why I given that one." He admitted idly. It wasn't like the rabbit was of all that much use to him, he did not have a clitoris.
The magician finally shook himself and set the vibrator down, on the open lid of the box. Saguru turned it off, coiling the cord and setting the controller down next to it. Next he pulled a pale egg-shaped device attached to a base out and turned it around so he could see what was carved into it. An infant's face, surrounded by folds of 'cloth' stared back. Kuroba gave him a questioning look.
"Baby Jesus Butt Plug." Saguru deadpanned.
Kuroba set that one down. Saguru had had a similar reaction when he'd first seen it too. Well, he'd kind of been laughing incredulously at the time too. Evidently someone had created a whole line of religious dildos. Who knew?
The next one Kuroba pulled out was a series of five stretchy black rings, three small rings, one at each end and one in the middle, and two much larger rings. The smaller rings held small white bullet shaped vibrators. "Vibrating cock ring." He explained. "The penis and the scrotum go through the larger rings, while the vibrators can be removed or turned on individually, depending on mood or position." The first one was positioned ideally to entice a woman's clitoris while in missionary position as well as give the man a buzz, while the last one went behind the scrotum to externally stimulate the prostate.
This earned him another raised eyebrow as Kuroba turned it around in his hands, as if trying to picture it. Or use it as a pair of handcuffs. He tired of this quickly and set it aside as well. Next out of the box was another phallic shaped object, this one pearl white and larger than the previous vibrator. The head was also shaped differently, slightly flatter and not as dome shaped. There was a ridge about two thirds of the way to the base.
"It's... ah..." Saguru could feel himself turning red. "A practical joke." He said lamely.
Kuroba looked intrigued. Saguru ran his fingers through the fringe that didn't quite hide his eyes. "My last name means 'White Horse'." He muttered, hoping that Kuroba would figure it out from there. Kuroba titled his head to the side, making a puzzled expression as he tilted the dildo one way and the other. Then his eyes went wide, cheeks staining slightly pink as he -got- it.
"Yes." Saguru said with self-depreciating humour. "It is a white miniature replica of a stallion's penis."
This earned him a wide grin, and he got the feeling that if Kuroba wasn't under the no speaking restriction, he would be laughing his fool head off. Saguru gave him a sour look, wondering if this had been a mistake. Then Kuroba set the white horse phallus on the lid with the other toys and picked up something that looked like a rubbery blue sea urchin that had been pulled inside out into the shape of a tube.
"Masturbation sleeve." Saguru said blandly. He paused, then magnanimously added. "You can have it if you want it. It's never been used and I'm sure you probably find more of a use than I can."
Kuroba gave him a dirty look and put it down with the rest of the others. He then picked up the white horse dildo and stuck it in the sleeve before setting it back down defiantly. Saguru muffled a snicker. Even without speech, the snark continued.
Next out of the box looked like was a large black O ring. "Cock ring." Saguru said, feeling himself relax slightly at Kuroba's little display. "Goes around the penis and the scrotum to keep the man hard. Despite rumours, doesn't do much to prevent ejaculation." Not unless it was -extremely- tight, which made Saguru wince just thinking about. Neither were meant to be worn for long.
Kuroba nodded and set it down with the rest. The next object to come out of the box was cone shaped, with a narrow tip and a wide bottom that narrowed and flaring out again to a wide base. "Butt plug." Saguru motioned to the rabbit vibrator. "Most toys designed specifically for men tend to be shaped more like rockets, while women's toys come in a variety of shapes."
The magician compared the two for a moment before nodding. The butt plug joined the pile. Next out was a long flesh coloured tubular object, almost serpentine, and bent in half. There were ridges in the middle and various bumps that decorated the ends. Kuroba's eyes went wide as he got it completely out of the box and it straightened itself. "Ah." Saguru grimaced as he scratched the back of his neck. "Double ended dildo."
For once, Saguru thought he saw Kuroba speechless. Of course, it was rather hard to tell with Kuroba not talking at the moment, but the look of speechlessness was there. "I've debated asking Aoko if she had a use for it." Saguru added gamely. She seemed like she might get a kick out of it. He didn't really have a use for it, with not having a current partner. Not to mention he already had a penis, and really wasn't looking for a replacement for it. He was rather attached to his penis, thank you.
Kuroba glanced darkly between Saguru and the double ended dildo, before gripping it like one would a bat, in preparation to swing. "Would you rather I inquired if Koizumi had a use for it?" Saguru inquired. Kuroba froze, his face losing quite a bit of it's colour. Koizumi would be more likely to use it on them if they annoyed her. Without lube.
He got a grimace in return and the double ended phallus was set down across the top of the box, the fake glans hanging over the edges. Kuroba ruffled through the box, coming up with a few tubes and some foil packets. "Lubrication and condoms." He took one of the condom packets and checked the expiration date stamped on the side. Still good. "It's generally a good idea to put condoms on over the toys, for hygiene reasons." Especially if they were going to be used more than once a night with no chance to clean them between sessions.
Kuroba looked thoughtful, then nodded as if acknowledging that it made sense. He noticed something inside the box and picked it up, holding a small clear ziplock plastic bag containing silver jewellery. "Nipple clamps." Saguru commented. "And some various jewellery."
The magician sorted through the jewellery with nimble fingers, shifting it around without opening the bag until a large heavy silver ring was by itself at the top. Saguru felt his face heat up. "There was a time when I was giving some serious thought to a Prince Albert."
Blank look.
"A Prince Albert is a type of piercing, named after the Prince of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha and Consort of Queen Victoria." Saguru explained, falling back into scholarly mode. "It's a piercing that goes through the opening of the urethra and out through the underside of the head of the penis, generally either through or around the sensitive nerve cluster there."
Kuroba's eyes went wide as his knees slid together, hands hovering protectively over his crotch, as to shield it from potential harm.
Saguru chuckled. "It's probably one of the more common male body modifications. And it's supposed to make sex even better, since it's stimulating that nerve cluster for the man and supposedly the body piercing is extremely pleasurable for the partner. You can also get Prince Albert's with a barbell instead of a ring, although the ring is more traditional. There is some historical debate on if it was also referred to as a 'Dressing Ring', used to prevent 'unsightly bulges' in the front of the fashionably tight trousers of the time."
There was also some debate on if Prince Albert actually sported the piercing that was named after him. There was also a 'Reverse Prince Albert' which went through the -top- of the glans. However, after a look at Kuroba's uncomfortable expression, he decided that it was probably better to drop the subject. "I eventually did not have it done. The unfortunate side effect of having a slightly uncontrollable spray instead of a stream while urinating and the thought of being forced to explain why I would be setting off the metal detector to security guards at airports while travelling through international airports changed my mind."
Although, if he had been very serious about it, he could have gotten a piercing with something other than metal.
Kuroba's shoulders shook as he caught and muffled a laugh. He put the bag of jewellery back in the box, with an amused expression, glancing over the toys again. From what Saguru could remember from his admittedly frantic packing, they had gone through everything in the box.
"So." Saguru said, feeling slightly jittery although trying hard not to show it. "Did anything spark your fancy as far as something 'entertaining to do'?"
+++ To Be Continued +++
All of the toys described are real. The Baby Jesus Butt Plug can be found at Divine Interventions, and various animal penises can be found here. Look under 'Equine/Horse' and then at 'Mini' for the one we described. For the love of brain sanity, do NOT get it mixed up with 'Thor'.
The rest are fairly generic and a quick google search should bring them up should you MATURE RESPONSIBLE ADULTS be interested in more information.
-Who says research can't be fun? ^__^
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Rating: Mature. still no smut now, smut later
Word Count: 8,641
Warnings: Toys, discussion about piercings.
Author's Note: For the DC/MK Anon Kink Meme. Was going to try to have this completed this week, but running a fever and down with the chills kinda steals the time away. But I promised more of this fic to be posted this week, so here we go!
This section unbeta'd.
Summary: Pairing: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito. Scenario: Kaito gives Saguru what he always wanted -- complete and utter control. BSDM/slave ideas are always awesome!
Part One
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They finished dinner fairly quickly after that. Kuroba apparently had a change of heart as far as pushing his boundaries, watching Saguru suspiciously while they ate, as if expecting leather bondage gear to arrive at any moment. Saguru found this funnier than it really should have been and was hard-pressed to keep from smirking.
The 'No Speaking' edict also made it slightly more difficult to hold a conversation, since Kuroba's responses were limited to nodding, shaking his head or various comedic faces to convey both his thoughts and his mood. It was somehow both satisfying and not, Saguru faintly missing their verbal battles even as he enjoyed the chance to spend time with the magician without fighting.
When they finished eating, Saguru had Kuroba assist him in taking their dishes to the kitchen and rinsing them off before setting them in the sink to be taken care of at a later date. Household chores were not something he had planned for tonight.
He lead Kuroba into the living room, turning on a lamp beside the sofa for illumination, leaving only the dining room lights on and the rest of the house dark. He sat down next to the light, placing a throw pillow next to his leg and instructing Kuroba to lay down along the sofa's long length. Kuroba made sulking faces as he did so, especially when he realised that in this position, his head was almost in Saguru's lap. Which had been Saguru's evil plan all along. Muwahaha.
Saguru picked up the book he had been reading, 'La Philosophie Dans le Boudoir', Philosophy in the Bedroom, by Donatien Alphonse-François de Sade, the infamous Marquis de Sade himself. He was having more trouble than he would have liked, reading it in the original French, his former language classes having been well over a year ago, previous to his moving to Japan.
It was also one of the Marquis milder stories, one of the few with no deaths, although he did not care much for the ending, what happened to poor Eugénie's prudish mother. But the philosophical discussions where the reason he had picked it up, even if he didn't agree with much of what was said. The human mind was a strange and complex creation, with many odd twists and turns and it didn't hurt to look in to viewpoints that were not his own. Even if the erotica was on the disappointingly boring side.
Kuroba eventually settled down, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Saguru let him be for a while, content to struggle with the French language and resisting the urge to check the dictionary that was also on the table every other sentence. Although things had gotten simpler once he'd figured out 'enconner' was 'vaginal intercourse'.
His hand dropped down onto Kuroba's head and he glanced down, finding Kuroba look up at him with a slightly curious expression. "Is this all right?" He questioned, flexing his fingers slightly. Kuroba titled his head to the side slightly, then shrugged, like it didn't matter one way or the other to him. Saguru nodded and kept his hand there, absently running his fingers through Kuroba's spiky hair.
Kuroba's unruly locks were longer in the front than the back and Saguru's discovered both to his chagrin and amusement that his attentions made Kuroba's hair stick in more directions than previously. Kuroba's hair had a nice texture, not precisely soft, but not coarse either, but clean and definitely pleasant to the touch.
The magician eventually yawned, rolling over to onto his side, his back to the sofa's back, giving Saguru more access to his head. He started kneading small circles against Kuroba's scalp with his fingertips, massaging his head. While he kept the focus of his attention on the book of course, it wouldn't do for Kuroba to think that he was actually enjoying this. Kuroba let out a large sigh, his body eventually relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.
Good. Saguru closed the book, permitting himself the luxury of studying Kuroba's almost peaceful expression. There were faint shadows under the magician's eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well lately again, which was probably the main factor in why Saguru had been able to win their bet. Unlike Kuroba, who was the Kid, Saguru had the luxury of deciding to take a night off. Of course, if the Kid decided to take a break to catch up on sleep, all he had to do was stop sending notices.
Not that that was likely, the Kaitou Kid appeared to have some sort of goal, a prize he was looking for. Saguru doubted he was going to stop until he found it. But in the meantime, he wished that Kuroba would take better care of himself.
He and Kuroba, and to some extent the Kid as well, had a somewhat adversarial relationship. Most of their discussions were closer to debates or snark-fests than actual talk. However, this did not mean that he wasn't fond of the magician. It was difficult to find someone to match wits with who was actually -good- at it, and did not mind doing so.
Which was one reason why he'd started mapping out various scenarios as soon as the bet had been put forth. He'd been equally prepared to lose, and spend a night in probably what would have amounted to immature humiliation, --he had serious doubts that Kuroba would have known what to do with him for a night-- but had been pleasantly elated when he won.
Kuroba let out a small breathy sigh as he hit a good spot and Saguru smiled, enjoying watching the magician's tense frame relax under his hand. Perhaps an early night would be called for, getting some rest would not be a horrid idea, for either of them. Perhaps a slight waste of a good bet, but even he did admit that a full night's sleep would be a pleasant change of pace.
He let the idea stew as he continued reading his book, Kuroba's soft breathing and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall keeping him company. He quietly debated of the mental stability of the good Marquis. The man was obviously gifted, but more than a little mad in a lot of ways.
Not that he could talk, present company included.
Little more than a half hour passed pleasantly like this when Kuroba drifted to consciousness, yawning and stretching his limbs, reminding Saguru of a large sleepy feline.
"Geez." Kuroba commented lethargically as he rolled onto his back. "Don'tcha have anything to do for entertainment around here?"
Saguru could see the exact moment that awareness hit the magician, Kuroba's eyes flying open as he stared at Saguru with what he could only describe as a panicked 'Oh, Shit' expression. Rule number one: no talking.
He smirked back, raising one eyebrow as he placed a bookmark in his book with exaggerated care. "I am fairly certain we could find something to entertain ourselves." He said, placing the book on the table. Hmm... what to do, what to do... This did offer up quite a few different possibilities.
Kuroba attempted to retreat, creeping backwards on the sofa, without making it making it obvious that was what he was trying to do. Saguru let the moment stretch a little bit, Kuroba's hyperactive imagination would fill in the blanks much more eloquently than anything Saguru could come up with.
"I think... yes. Shirt off, please." It was warm enough that Kuroba shouldn't catch a chill. An article of clothing for every time Kuroba talked, perhaps? "And then we shall see what we can find that is entertaining 'to do'."
He got a sceptical look in return, like yet again, Kuroba wasn't entirely sure that he had heard Saguru correctly. Saguru's eyebrow arched higher. "Would you prefer to lose the trousers instead?"
Kuroba gave a silent grumble --something about 'perverts', if Saguru's lip-reading skills were up to par-- and reached down, grabbing the hem of his dark shirt and pulled it off over his head. The fabric got tangled up at the wrists, the ribbon still holding his hands together.
"Come here." Saguru motioned with some amusement. Kuroba gave him a sullen look, rising to his feet and standing in front of Saguru. He untied the ribbon, the smooth fabric sliding free with a silken hiss, before tugging Kuroba's cotton shirt off. Saguru shook out the shirt and folded it, setting it on the arm of the sofa before sitting back and admiring the view.
Kuroba was body was long and lean, with the slight air of awkwardness of one who hadn't completely finished filling out after growing. Although Saguru privately had to wonder if Kuroba had ever been 'awkward', it was hard to picture it. He'd seen Kuroba move, watched the Kid dance, with the grace of someone who knew exactly what they were capable of and were comfortable in their skin. And nice skin it was too, all smooth and gold under the lamplight, except for lovely rosy brown nipples.
The collar looked even darker, the silver lock glinting in the light, accenting the line of the collarbone to the shoulders. Saguru admired the curve of the shoulder, Kuroba's well sculpted arms, the line from chest, to his flat stomach, to the curve of narrow hip bones, to the fine line of hair running from his navel to disappear under the waistband of his jeans.
Saguru's fingers itched with the urge to -touch-.
"So." Saguru drawled, reining in his impulses and running the dark ribbon through his fingers, smoothing it out again. "What shall we do for our entertainment tonight?"
He'd meant it as a metaphorical question, something to buy a little bit of time while he attempted to drag his brain out of his pants. There was a television and a stock of movies, a stash of games tucked away, or heaven forbid, they actually get a good night's rest tonight. Simple, mundane things, that one might do with a friend or an acquaintance.
Then Kuroba shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pink tongue flashing out as he moistened his lips, hesitantly looking at someplace over Saguru's left shoulder and all the blood went rushing to Saguru's other head again.
"Upstairs, second door on the left is my bedroom." Saguru said, making an effort to keep his voice steady. "The door should be open. Under the bed, you will find a box with a lock on it. Kindly fetch it and bring it here."
Kuroba gave him a curious look, then nodded and walked off. Saguru watched him go, admiring the smoothness of his gait, the movement of muscles sliding under skin. God. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the touch of skin on skin, the press and slide of flesh, soft noises and exhalations, Kuroba's legs wrapped around Saguru's waist...
Saguru surreptitiously adjusted himself before Kuroba returned. Sometimes it sucked being visually orientated, especially when you were telling yourself it was okay to look, but -don't touch-. At least, not yet. Not that way, not unless Kuroba wanted it. Kuroba may have been his 'slave' for the night, but he was -not- going to force the magician into something against his will.
The role of a good 'Master' was not to order or abuse the one who was submissive, but to put their needs first, to take care of them. It was a relationship built on trust and mutual desire. Contrary to what it might have appeared to outsiders, the 'Slave' really was the one with the power, it was their decision when and if to say stop. Which was why he was trying to make sure that Kuroba knew that he could say 'no' at any time, and Saguru was trying not to push anything too hard.
Even if he did look incredibly ravishable like this. Saguru was going to be seeing that collar in his dreams for a while. He wondered if Kuroba's collarbones were as delectable as they looked. He adjusted himself again.
The damn thing was that Kuroba wasn't just another pretty face, a nice body. If he hadn't been so damn annoying, Saguru might have been been able to ignore him. Kuroba was intelligent, sharp-witted, stubborn and didn't back down from a debate or a confrontation. Which just made him more attractive in Saguru's eyes, really.
He was also strangely honourable, even if he did constantly deny being the the Kaitou Kid.
Case in point, Kuroba returned, his footsteps almost noiseless as he carried the box into the room. The box was about the size of a large shoe-box, burgundy with re-enfourced brass edges and corners, more bulky than heavy. "Thank you." Saguru said distantly, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He motioned in front of him. "You can set the box down here."
Kuroba did as instructed, kneeling down on the rug in front of the sofa to do so. Saguru leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, looking at Kuroba intently. The magician's face looked reserved, but curious.
"You requested earlier that nothing that happens tonight gets mentioned others later, correct?" Saguru said, watching Kuroba's reaction. There was a brief flicker in Kuroba's eyes, then he nodded once. "That goes both ways." Saguru said firmly. "Your word, or honour as the case may be, that you will -not- discuss this with outside parties later?"
Kuroba hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he was going to like what he found in the box, then slowly but firmly nodded his head. Saguru let out a breath he'd been holding. Okay.
"All right." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a key-ring, selecting one of the smaller keys and began sliding it off of the ring. "While I was living in London, I tended to... run with a different crowd then I do here. Older, for one thing. And bit more on the wild side than you would probably suspect." Which was where he had learned the 'rules of the game', so to speak.
While dealing with the stress of school and murder mysteries on a frequent basis, he'd needed something where he could turn his brain off for a while, if he so choose. Or to use his analytical abilities for a purpose that had little to do with corpses and grieving family, and more to do with the carnal pleasures of the flesh.
He didn't require as much of a diversion while chasing the Kaitou Kid, there were fewer dead bodies where the thief was found. And both Kuroba and the Kid made for a delightful --if sometimes annoying-- distraction.
"But before I left for Japan, several friends got together and threw me a... Well, I suppose you might call it a 'Toy Party'." He got the key off the ring and held it up for Kuroba to see. "This is just to see if you find anything you might find interesting. This does not mean we necessarily have to play with them, is this understood?"
Saguru got an impatient look in return as if to say he didn't understand what the big deal was about, but Kuroba nodded. He tossed Kuroba the key, the magician grabbing it out of mid-air. Saguru nodded back, resisting the urge to wipe his suddenly cold hands on his thighs, nervous for no explicable reason. "Just as a reminder, if you are uncomfortable with something, you do have the option of saying 'no'."
Kuroba rolled his eyes before unlocking the box and lifting the lid. The magician's exasperated air vanished as soon as he saw the box's contents, replaced by wide-eyed staring. Kuroba glanced between Saguru and the box a few times, as if making sure that this was the right box and it was, in fact, actually owned by Saguru.
Saguru smothered a snicker. "Everything should be clean." He said mildly. "I made sure to sterilise everything before I packed them before coming to Japan and I haven't opened the box since." Mum had wondered why he'd been so helpful about doing the dishes that night too. Good thing most of these 'toys' were dishwasher safe. And the ones that weren't could be washed by hand. Although he had been careful to keep the dishes and the toys separate...
One of Kuroba's eyebrows arched up as he pulled out a bright cyan coloured vibrator. The top of it was penis shaped, but it had what looked like a strand of pearls wrapped around the middle and a small rabbit coming off the side, making the overall appearance somewhat like a demented cactus. Kuroba gave him a pointed look, mouthing the word 'Bunny'.
"That is actually designed for girls." Saguru shrugged, leaning forward and grabbing the cord that trailed from the bottom, pulling the control out and triggering it. The pearls began to rotate anti-clockwise around the shaft as the rabbit vibrated. "The rabbit ears are supposed to stimulate the clitoris."
Kuroba stared at the moving pearls, eyes almost going perfectly round. Of course, the shiny fake jewels would fascinate a jewel thief. Saguru played with the controller, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. "I really don't know why I given that one." He admitted idly. It wasn't like the rabbit was of all that much use to him, he did not have a clitoris.
The magician finally shook himself and set the vibrator down, on the open lid of the box. Saguru turned it off, coiling the cord and setting the controller down next to it. Next he pulled a pale egg-shaped device attached to a base out and turned it around so he could see what was carved into it. An infant's face, surrounded by folds of 'cloth' stared back. Kuroba gave him a questioning look.
"Baby Jesus Butt Plug." Saguru deadpanned.
Kuroba set that one down. Saguru had had a similar reaction when he'd first seen it too. Well, he'd kind of been laughing incredulously at the time too. Evidently someone had created a whole line of religious dildos. Who knew?
The next one Kuroba pulled out was a series of five stretchy black rings, three small rings, one at each end and one in the middle, and two much larger rings. The smaller rings held small white bullet shaped vibrators. "Vibrating cock ring." He explained. "The penis and the scrotum go through the larger rings, while the vibrators can be removed or turned on individually, depending on mood or position." The first one was positioned ideally to entice a woman's clitoris while in missionary position as well as give the man a buzz, while the last one went behind the scrotum to externally stimulate the prostate.
This earned him another raised eyebrow as Kuroba turned it around in his hands, as if trying to picture it. Or use it as a pair of handcuffs. He tired of this quickly and set it aside as well. Next out of the box was another phallic shaped object, this one pearl white and larger than the previous vibrator. The head was also shaped differently, slightly flatter and not as dome shaped. There was a ridge about two thirds of the way to the base.
"It's... ah..." Saguru could feel himself turning red. "A practical joke." He said lamely.
Kuroba looked intrigued. Saguru ran his fingers through the fringe that didn't quite hide his eyes. "My last name means 'White Horse'." He muttered, hoping that Kuroba would figure it out from there. Kuroba titled his head to the side, making a puzzled expression as he tilted the dildo one way and the other. Then his eyes went wide, cheeks staining slightly pink as he -got- it.
"Yes." Saguru said with self-depreciating humour. "It is a white miniature replica of a stallion's penis."
This earned him a wide grin, and he got the feeling that if Kuroba wasn't under the no speaking restriction, he would be laughing his fool head off. Saguru gave him a sour look, wondering if this had been a mistake. Then Kuroba set the white horse phallus on the lid with the other toys and picked up something that looked like a rubbery blue sea urchin that had been pulled inside out into the shape of a tube.
"Masturbation sleeve." Saguru said blandly. He paused, then magnanimously added. "You can have it if you want it. It's never been used and I'm sure you probably find more of a use than I can."
Kuroba gave him a dirty look and put it down with the rest of the others. He then picked up the white horse dildo and stuck it in the sleeve before setting it back down defiantly. Saguru muffled a snicker. Even without speech, the snark continued.
Next out of the box looked like was a large black O ring. "Cock ring." Saguru said, feeling himself relax slightly at Kuroba's little display. "Goes around the penis and the scrotum to keep the man hard. Despite rumours, doesn't do much to prevent ejaculation." Not unless it was -extremely- tight, which made Saguru wince just thinking about. Neither were meant to be worn for long.
Kuroba nodded and set it down with the rest. The next object to come out of the box was cone shaped, with a narrow tip and a wide bottom that narrowed and flaring out again to a wide base. "Butt plug." Saguru motioned to the rabbit vibrator. "Most toys designed specifically for men tend to be shaped more like rockets, while women's toys come in a variety of shapes."
The magician compared the two for a moment before nodding. The butt plug joined the pile. Next out was a long flesh coloured tubular object, almost serpentine, and bent in half. There were ridges in the middle and various bumps that decorated the ends. Kuroba's eyes went wide as he got it completely out of the box and it straightened itself. "Ah." Saguru grimaced as he scratched the back of his neck. "Double ended dildo."
For once, Saguru thought he saw Kuroba speechless. Of course, it was rather hard to tell with Kuroba not talking at the moment, but the look of speechlessness was there. "I've debated asking Aoko if she had a use for it." Saguru added gamely. She seemed like she might get a kick out of it. He didn't really have a use for it, with not having a current partner. Not to mention he already had a penis, and really wasn't looking for a replacement for it. He was rather attached to his penis, thank you.
Kuroba glanced darkly between Saguru and the double ended dildo, before gripping it like one would a bat, in preparation to swing. "Would you rather I inquired if Koizumi had a use for it?" Saguru inquired. Kuroba froze, his face losing quite a bit of it's colour. Koizumi would be more likely to use it on them if they annoyed her. Without lube.
He got a grimace in return and the double ended phallus was set down across the top of the box, the fake glans hanging over the edges. Kuroba ruffled through the box, coming up with a few tubes and some foil packets. "Lubrication and condoms." He took one of the condom packets and checked the expiration date stamped on the side. Still good. "It's generally a good idea to put condoms on over the toys, for hygiene reasons." Especially if they were going to be used more than once a night with no chance to clean them between sessions.
Kuroba looked thoughtful, then nodded as if acknowledging that it made sense. He noticed something inside the box and picked it up, holding a small clear ziplock plastic bag containing silver jewellery. "Nipple clamps." Saguru commented. "And some various jewellery."
The magician sorted through the jewellery with nimble fingers, shifting it around without opening the bag until a large heavy silver ring was by itself at the top. Saguru felt his face heat up. "There was a time when I was giving some serious thought to a Prince Albert."
Blank look.
"A Prince Albert is a type of piercing, named after the Prince of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha and Consort of Queen Victoria." Saguru explained, falling back into scholarly mode. "It's a piercing that goes through the opening of the urethra and out through the underside of the head of the penis, generally either through or around the sensitive nerve cluster there."
Kuroba's eyes went wide as his knees slid together, hands hovering protectively over his crotch, as to shield it from potential harm.
Saguru chuckled. "It's probably one of the more common male body modifications. And it's supposed to make sex even better, since it's stimulating that nerve cluster for the man and supposedly the body piercing is extremely pleasurable for the partner. You can also get Prince Albert's with a barbell instead of a ring, although the ring is more traditional. There is some historical debate on if it was also referred to as a 'Dressing Ring', used to prevent 'unsightly bulges' in the front of the fashionably tight trousers of the time."
There was also some debate on if Prince Albert actually sported the piercing that was named after him. There was also a 'Reverse Prince Albert' which went through the -top- of the glans. However, after a look at Kuroba's uncomfortable expression, he decided that it was probably better to drop the subject. "I eventually did not have it done. The unfortunate side effect of having a slightly uncontrollable spray instead of a stream while urinating and the thought of being forced to explain why I would be setting off the metal detector to security guards at airports while travelling through international airports changed my mind."
Although, if he had been very serious about it, he could have gotten a piercing with something other than metal.
Kuroba's shoulders shook as he caught and muffled a laugh. He put the bag of jewellery back in the box, with an amused expression, glancing over the toys again. From what Saguru could remember from his admittedly frantic packing, they had gone through everything in the box.
"So." Saguru said, feeling slightly jittery although trying hard not to show it. "Did anything spark your fancy as far as something 'entertaining to do'?"
+++ To Be Continued +++
All of the toys described are real. The Baby Jesus Butt Plug can be found at Divine Interventions, and various animal penises can be found here. Look under 'Equine/Horse' and then at 'Mini' for the one we described. For the love of brain sanity, do NOT get it mixed up with 'Thor'.
The rest are fairly generic and a quick google search should bring them up should you MATURE RESPONSIBLE ADULTS be interested in more information.
-Who says research can't be fun? ^__^