Magic Kaito: Gordian Knot - Serpentine
Title: Gordian Knot chapter one: Serpentine
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Word Count: 6,950
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Tentacles, Questionably-Consensual Molestation, Yaoi
Author Notes: Started out as a dare by dogmatix_san and ysabet and became a challenge to ourselves. One of the roadtrip plunnies. Thanks to Allie for the beta.
Summary: It would be a terrible black mark on his reputation if it got out that all you needed to capture the Kaitou Kid was to sprout tentacles and distract him by making him warm in the pants with some casual multi-limbed molestation.
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The Kaitou Kid breathed a small sigh of relief as he made it to his designated rooftop safely. Hang-gliding at night during typhoon season wasn't the wisest thing to do. Hot sticky weather, unpredictable downpours and aerial escapes from the police didn't always mix smoothly.
It was worth it though, if this stone turned out to be the one he was looking for. He grinned as he retracted the hang-glider, the material turning into his usual cape that billowed in the gusting wind, a few drops of rain mixing in with it. Kid ignored it for the moment, relishing in the rush of another heist pulled off successfully, a few new curse words learned from Nakamori-keibu and the comforting weight of the stolen stone in his hand.
He grinned as he held the pendant up to the moonlight before the clouds covered the pale moon. It was a pale olive-green, slightly smaller than the palms of his hands, shaped like someone had taken a sphere and squished it slightly before carving the face of a beautiful woman on one side and a hideous face surrounded by snakes as hair on the other.
A 'Gorgoneion', meant to frighten away evil spirits. It was carved out of serpentine, not usually a gemstone that he usually dealt with, the unusual clarity of the stone having been what caught his attention.
The fact that Medusa, a Gorgon, was also a cursed Greek woman had been what had cemented the pendant as a target. The little bit about blood taken from one side of a Gorgon's body being able to resurrect the dead and blood taken from the other side of the body being able to kill instantly hadn't hurt either. It may not have been Pandora weeping tears of immortality, but it was close enough to garner a closer look.
"Let's take a look at you." He murmured as he turned the stone in the fading light, the silver light playing with the swells and valleys of the carvings, turning it almost incandescent. A few drops of rain landed on it, coating the stone as the water twining its way around it.
The light struck the wet gemstone just right and it glowed sea-blue, the colour of sunlight through the ocean waves. "... Oh." He breathed. It wasn't the long hoped for Pandora with it's red light of immortality, but it was definitely some sort of magic. It was gorgeous, it was amazing, it was...
... a damn good distraction, he realised a half-second too late as a hand covered his own and a metal bracelet clicked around his wrist. "Good evening, Kaitou Kid-san." Hakuba's sweetly obnoxious voice purred in his ear, the blond detective not quite leaning against him.
Dammit.
Hakuba wrapped a warm hand around the wrist that was handcuffed, the other hand gently removing the gem from the Kid's grasp. Kid let his now gemless arm drop, the half-british detective still holding on, despite the handcuff that chained them together. "Was wondering where you were." The thief ad-libbed with a practised smirk. "You didn't appear at the heist."
"Flying into tonight's weather would have been stupidly suicidal." Hakuba smirked back. "And while sometimes I wonder about the latter, you are most assuredly not stupid. So I merely laid in wait. Although I am flattered that you missed my presence."
.... damn self-satisfied arrogant sneak.
"So what do you plan to do now?" Kid inquired loftily attempting to subtly twist his hand out of the silver cuff. Unfortunately, Hakuba's grasp prevented him from doing much more than rolling his hand around. "Call for backup?"
"Once I have placed the object of tonight's regard out of your reach, yes." The detective affirmed as he glanced at the green stone in his hand, rolling it slightly in his bare fingers. "I was uncertain as to my calculations- OW!"
Kid blinked as the usually overly elegant detective fumbled with the stone in his hand. The thief took advantage of the situation as he squirmed out of the blond's grasp, pulling his hand out of the handcuff as he stepped back to flee. Another hang-gliding flight wasn't the smartest move to make tonight, but it was better than being caught.
He almost made it to the ledge before he was jerked backwards by a tight grip on his arm. A second binding wrapped around his leg, and then his other leg, his free hand, his waist, another around each of his arms, his shoulders and torso, something just brushing his face as he was suddenly lifted up into the air.
The thought crossed his mind that Hakuba did -not- have that many limbs before he was pulled back towards the centre of the roof, the tips of his shoes just barely brushing the tarred surface. Then he saw the blond detective, huddled on the rooftop and quickly retracted that opinion.
Hakuba was kneeling, or would be kneeling if he had any legs, one hand clutching the other, which appeared to have a cut across the palm. His button down shirt, suit jacket and tie which were usually so immaculate were askew, most likely due to the mass of writhing limbs that were where his legs had been less than thirty seconds prior.
"I... It -bit- me." Hakuba said, his normal arrogant tones terrified and confused as the limbs that had been or currently were his legs pulled Kid closer. A logical part of his brain got distracted by the fact that there should be no way Hakuba's legs could have turned into so many tentacles, there wasn't enough mass. It was distracted as several tentacles faded out, sliding through the roof as they turned transparent and several more appeared in the same fashion. A primal part of his brain took over logic functions at that part, emphasising on -escape- and -run away-, which he struggled to do.
Which would have worked better if had been able to get out of the tangled mass' cool clutches. The tendrils didn't hold him hard enough to hurt, but they moved with him every time he tried to twist out of their secure embrace, holding him more fiercely than mere iron bars could.
The panic faded after a few seconds and he stopped fighting, just hanging lax in their grasp as he tried to figure out what to do next. The tentacles moved him closer to Hakuba again, carefully cradling him as they did so. It would have almost been comfortable except for the sheer freak-out factor.
"Can you escape?" Hakuba asked quietly, his words carefully enunciated, like he was sorting through them with great care.
Kid pulled an arm up, the tendrils attached to him allowing the movement without releasing him. "It would be easier if you'd let me go." He commented indifferently, ignoring the panicked heartbeat in his ears. He hated being tied up.
"I am trying." The detective said and Kid realised that he was too. Now that he was still, he could feel their shifting weight around him, coiling tightly before relaxing. Once again, never enough to hurt, but not creating enough slack for him to escape their tangled mass either. Evidently the tentacles had a mind of their own.
"Ah." The Kaitou Kid thought it over, inspecting the closest limb to him. It was the same pale golden colour as Hakuba's skin, with a slightly darker mottled pattern towards the tips, reminding him vaguely of argyle. The flesh wasn't so much skin as it was covered in tiny little scales, each one smaller than the nail on his pinkie finger. Not scaled like a f-f-fish, but closer to a snake's skin, smooth, slightly cool and dry to the touch. He could feel the strength or muscle that the tendrils held through their skin. "Not without severely harming either of us in the process." He concluded. And possibly not even then, if that wasn't just an optical illusion and the limbs could become immaterial.
"Oh." Hakuba said quietly, looking down at the cut on his hand. "... Do you think you could try?" He said, almost wistfully.
"Hurt you?"
"Escape." Hakuba said briskly, this time nearly tripping over his words as the limbs increased their grip again. "I do of course realise that you do endeavour to avoid inflicting harm during the course of your heists, but I was sincerely hoping that in this case you would be so kind as to make an exception-"
Kid interrupted. "Hakuba?"
"-Yes?"
"Shut up."
And amazingly, the detective did. Wow. He should have tried that -ages- ago. He briefly wondered if it would work during class and then set that thought aside for future pondering. "Now. What's this about wanting me to hurt you?" If he'd been Kuroba Kaito at the moment, he would have called the blond a huge pain in the ass. But since he was currently on the job so to speak, he had to settle for a more cavalier term of address.
"I do not want to you to hurt me." Hakuba said quietly, in that broken sort of way that people did when they were holding on to control by their fingernails and teeth as the tentacles shifted restlessly around them. "I want you to escape before I hurt you."
Okay, he good point there. Hard to argue with that kind of logic. Except that Hakuba, or what ever brain was controlling the limbs holding him, other than keeping him from the potentially suicidal manoeuvre of throwing himself off the edge of the roof in the middle of a possible rainstorm didn't seem all that interested in hurting him.
"I don't think you will." Kid said confidently. Of course he said it with confidence, he was a showman. You didn't sneeze, didn't show anger, didn't show fear and most of all, you kept your Poker Face. Because the minute you allowed the panic to show, you lost control of the situation. Even if the situation was being tied up with tentacles. Ten-ta-cles. With some sort of nefarious intent.
Well, at least now they knew what kind of magic stone it was. It was a tentacle magic stone. Which made a certain amount of nonsense really. The beautiful Medusa turned into a creature with writhing snakes for hair and scales for skin because of her bragging to the gods. They'd just managed to get the wiggly bits on the wrong end of the body.
Yeah... Something like that. At least he was somewhat comfortable. Metal handcuffs chafed after a while, especially if you did as much squirming as Kid did to get out of them.
"What makes you say that?" Hakuba asked, an edge of suspicion in his tone.
Kid shrugged, the limbs rolling across his shoulders as he did so, as if fascinated by the movement. He almost did it again, just to see them move, probably about as curious about them as they were of him. "Cause you haven't yet."
He was shifted closer, close enough to see Hakuba's eyes clearly. They were a strange shade of blue-green, the colour of ocean waves in sunlight. Hungry waves. Or had they always been that colour? He briefly debated, trying to remember if Hakuba had blue or brown eyes before dismissing it as unimportant at the moment. Because Hakuba was currently looking at him like he was a man starving for something and Kid was a tasty treat.
Not that it was a far stretch from how the detective usually looked at him, really.
Then the hunger was banked, swept under the control that the blond just seemed to -ooze-, that control that Kaito usually wanted to crack, just to see what was under it. Although at the moment, that control was probably a very good thing.
"Kid?" Hakuba said softly, limbs rippling under him as he slowly rose to eye-level with Kid, close enough that Kid could feel the lack of body heat. Yup, those eyes were definitely blue. Very blue.
"Yes?"
"Run." The detective breathed, sending a puff of air across Kid's damp cheek, making him shiver slightly. Ah, that was why the detective's eyes were bright blue. It was because the dark pupils were narrowing down into little slits, leaving a vast ocean of blue. Good to know. "Please."
Kid opened his mouth to inquire if the 'please' part of the request for him to run, or a plea for something else when Hakuba leaned forward and kissed him. Actually, more appropriately, the blond kind of softly nibbled on Kid's lower lip as if he were devouring it slowly. And hey, fangs. That was new.
Hakuba pulled back, his expression ashamed, like a dog being threatened with a newspaper. The limbs tangled around Kid shifted restlessly, tightening and loosening as they slithered around him, never relaxing enough for him to escape. It was however, enough to illustrate that they could rip him literally limb from limb of the detective got worked up enough.
Best not to get Hakuba worked up then. Gore was -such- not a good look for him. It took forever to get bloodstains out of his white suit too.
"Okay." Kid said with a calm he really didn't feel as he tested the grip of the tentacles wrapped around his arms. "When you say 'hurt me', do you mean in the 'slasher flick guts and blood all over the place' kind of way, or in the 'H-manga ecchi tentacle monster' kind of way?"
Those blue eyes snapped back to his face, then flickered away, as if avoiding looking at his features as much as possible. Kid absently noted that the detective had almost made no move towards removing the hat and monocle that concealed the thief's face, something he would have thought the blond would have done immediately, with quiet gloating. "This is not a joke." Hakuba growled, staring somewhere in the vicinity of Kid's left shoulder.
"Yes, I realise that." Kid nodded. "I'm attempting to figure out if it's worth my while to hang out for a bit or if I should get my card gun and attempt to slice the tentacles off." He wasn't entirely sure the latter would work, the card gun wasn't designed to cut more than a few centimetres at most, and even then not living flesh. The tentacles tensed him, as if bracing for injury, which also had the effect of momentarily immobilising his arms.
The card gun was a bit of a red herring anyway, he had some throwing daggers up a sleeve, but even those he wasn't sure if they were strong to cut through the mass of limbs. And blood. Blood bad. He resisted a shudder. No, no blood or hurting or pain unless it was a very last resort.
"I'd prefer if you would attempt the latter." Hakuba said quietly, his hands brushing against Kid's sides, tracing the slight curve from hip to shoulder, resting over the card gun's holster without quite touching. "Because our intentions towards you at the moment are not the most honourable."
Not honourable, but not murderous either. Curious. He pulled on the restraining limbs, feeling them relax enough allow the movement, but only so far. Okay, he could work with that. Although the 'our' was some what worrisome.
"One day, detective." Kid said, resisting the urge to grit his teeth. Maybe the tendrils would stretch enough so he could smack the detective upside the head. "We are going to have a conversation about this need of yours for me inflicting physical damage upon you. Now. I am not going to hurt you because you're scared. You are not going to hurt me because you are scared. Can we please move on?"
"You do not know that." Hakuba argued quietly, some of the non-restraining lower limbs lashing around like irate cats tails. "You do not know what-"
"Yes, I do." Kid snapped, feeling very much like Kaito at the moment, having yet another endless tiff with the stubborn blond. "Because I'm the freaking uncatchable Kaitou Kid, come back from the eight years in the grave. And you're the idiot that cross half the globe to chase me because my sole purpose in life is to confuse and torment the lives of all the people I meet. Okay?!"
The tentacles around his arms relaxed fractionally as Hakuba's glaze flickered up at him for a moment before moving to stare off to one side again, his jaw dropped just enough that Kid could see that yes, he definitely had fangs now. He briefly wondered if the blond's tongue was splitting as well, to match the apparent serpent theme. "I -knew- it." The detective breathed, a flash of familiar smug smile tugging at his anxious face.
"Yes, well, don't tell Nakamori-keibu." Kid muttered, feeling privately pleased at getting the detective to stop freaking out. The restraining limbs further relaxed their grip as he relaxed. "He'd probably gloat for ages."
"There is that." Hakuba agreed, reaching up and tracing the right side of Kid's face with a finger, the tip of the newly grown claw grazing his skin without slicing it, almost like a lover's caress. The texture of fine smooth scales on his bare skin was surprising, but not unpleasant. "You are so warm..."
Kid blinked as the mirth on the blond's face faded, replaced with something else. Of course he was warm, it was hot out... oh. Reptilian theme again. Which might have explained why the blond's tentacles were trying to cover as much of him as possible. Except it was already hot and humid out... but when had the detective ever made sense?
Hakuba's blue eyes narrowed, the detective leaning forward again. "My apologies..." And then Kid was being kissed again, cool dry skin pressed against his own as the detective kissed him politely. Well, as much as one could kiss politely while wrapping the person they were kissing up in coils of slowly twisting tendrils. One of Hakuba's hands cradled his cheek as the other wrapped around Kid's torso, holding him "Wanted this." Hakuba breathed, almost a hiss as he briefly pulled away for air before kissing Kid again, hungry this time, like he was tasting him. "Wanted to catch you for ages... but not like this, not like this..."
"How?" Kid asked, feeling the situation fall beyond his control again, dammit. The tentacles tightened their grip as Hakuba tipped Kid's head slightly before pressing a kiss on his on each of his cheeks, then brushing his lips against the lid of his unmonocled eye. Hakuba wanted to catch him, but not like this? Then how? With handcuffs and police and iron bars? And if so, where was this... this... kissing stuff coming from? As far as he knew, Hakuba liked girls, not guys. At least Hakuba had certainly acted like it when he had asked Aoko out on a date to the Prince Prince concert after Kaito had turned her down.
Unless Hakuba hadn't been trying to ask Aoko out...? Argh, this was starting to hurt his brain. "Detective? How did you want to catch me?" He asked, unable to avoid the slight breathlessness in his his voice as the blond traced his jawline with his lips. Kid then gasped and shivered as Hakuba nipped at the pulse point behind his ear and then lingered as he kissed it better, sending pleasant tingling jolts throughout his body.
... Or thinking could be overrated. Fuck. Okay, mindless panic would probably good right about now. Either that or moaning.... Mindless something... Why hadn't anyone ever mentioned that the neck was a erogenous zone before? That was distinctly unfair, he should have had his neck ravished -ages- ago. Except he really wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, was he? What was the proper procedure upon being molested by a detective with tentacles when escape failed?
There was a soft hiss as the red silk tie was untied and left hanging around his neck. The sliver of exposed fleshed was nuzzled before the top button was undone, exposing the hollow of his throat. He shivered again as Hakuba whispered against the skin of his neck, apologies and half-formed sentences.
He should stop this. He should put a stop to this right now. Really. Any minute now. Any second, he was going to open his big fat mouth and tell Hakuba to stop and if the detective didn't, well, Kid could probably knock him out or something with his card gun. Or kick him in the... tentacles. Something. Any second now.
Another button slipped open, baring more skin to the humid air.
Okay... so why wasn't he putting a stop to this? Cause really, happy hormones aside, this was not good news. Thief, detective, detective caught thief... bad equation for the thief. Even if said detective seemed more interested in unclothing his body rather than unmasking his identity.
Except... except except except, another button went, exposing more of his chest, making him squirm as Hakuba eagerly explored it with lips and tongue. Except that he was curious. He wanted to know what the detective would do once he caught him. Especially since Hakuba didn't seem to be interested in hurting him, much less keeping him. The idiot hadn't even called for -backup- before attempting to capture him, so it was possible the detective wasn't entirely sure either.
One of Hakuba's hands drifted down Kid's side, hitting a sensitive spot against his lower ribs. He muffled a chortle of surprise and pulled away as much as he could from the roving hand. "Not there." He scolded.
He could -feel- Hakuba's smirk against his skin without looking as the detective obediently moved his hand away from the ticklish area and down towards the front of the suit, fiddling with the button that held the coat closed. "How do I undo this?" Hakuba asked, fingers exploring the fastening. So the detective had realised that a regular button wouldn't hold closed while gliding.
"Inside." Kid said, slightly distracted as a tendril diverted his attention by sliding into his left sleeve and exploring the delicate skin on the inside of his arm, dancing around the throwing knife hidden there. "There's a clasp on the inside of the coat."
"Aah." Hakuba kissed the small 'v' of uncovered flesh left by the half-buttoned shirt as his fingers explored the fastening of the coat. "Will it explode if I unfasten it?"
Kid laughed softly, tilting his head back. "Guess you'll have to find out." He taunted, eyes drifting shut. He couldn't make this -easy- on the detective, now could he? All things --tentacles, appendages, restraints, bondage fetishes-- considered.
The detective made a thoughtful sound as he found the clasp and undid it with fingers that weren't entirely steady. Hakuba gave a small sigh of relief as the coat fell open without anything unexpected detonating. "Thank you."
Kid just chuckled softly in return as the detective continued uncovering and exploring the line down his torso with determined fascination. He was INSANE, absolutely totally certifiably insane. Okay, so the thief thing was kind of crazy too, but this passive acceptance definitely put him in the category for a nice white jacket with lots and lots of buckles up the back. Although the explodey idea wasn't a bad one... sleeping gas if someone undid his jacket without disarming it first, a fireball out of his pants? Just in case he got caught again.
Like hell he was ever being caught again. Would be a terrible black mark on his reputation if it got out that all you needed to capture him was to sprout tentacles and distract him by making him warm in the pants with some casual multi-limbed molestation. More tendrils found their way through the cuffs of his coat and pants, their scaly mass wrapping securely around his bare skin, the narrow tips undulating against whatever it could reach, not tickling, just making him hyper aware of their presence.
And then Hakuba found his navel.
As ticklish as he was on his floating ribs, this was more intense. Much more intense. His back arched, trying to both get away and get closer at the same time, the tentacles holding his limbs fast so he couldn't escape from them. He was rather proud of the fact that he didn't laugh, although it was close, his throat closing on his moans.
Hakuba stopped his explorations with a noise that was both smug and confused as he whispered words into the skin just below it, sending Kid squirming again. That was it... next chance he got he was tying the blond up and tickling -him- mercilessly just to see how he liked it. Although some parts of Kid were enjoying it better than others, he noted with a small shiver as Hakuba began carefully pulling his shirt out of his trousers without undoing Kid's belt.
His shirt was unbuttoned as well, the material hanging around him as Hakuba rested his large hands on the slight curve of Kid's waist before sliding them up his back, avoiding the ticklish spots on his sides. "Enjoying the view?" Kid snarked as Hakuba rose to his eye-level again, feeling slightly debauched and exposed in a way that didn't entirely have to do with his state of undress.
A light kiss, little more than a brush of lips against his was his answer as the limbs adjusted his arms to his sides so Hakuba could slid his clothing off his shoulders, the cape falling sideways and getting tangled in the many limbs around it. Kid almost laughed as his red silk tie slithered down his bare chest, getting lost in the mass of tendrils towards the ground. Now it was finally starting to imitate the plot of a bad tentacle hentai. All they needed now was the self-lubing butt sex.
Except that Hakuba didn't seem to be interested in the butt sex. The blond's expression almost looked sad, or wounded as he looked to the side, fingers just brushing the starburst shaped scars on the outside of his right arm just below the shoulder joint. "Parking Garage." Kid finally made out Hakuba's soft whisperings as the detective traced the scar with his lips like he could erase it with his touch. "Fake Kaitou Kid robot created by Ogami Electronics."
The hairs on the back of Kid's neck started going up. Hakuba didn't appear to notice as he followed the curve of Kid's shoulder, across the collarbones and to his left shoulder, finding the mark on his upper arm. "Bullet graze. Minato Hotel." Hakuba murmured, tracing that one as well. "Fourteenth floor, saving Jody Hopper and the Red Tear from an assassin."
The faint knife edge of panic prickled at him and Kid shivered again, this time it had nothing to do with ticklish spots or poorly timed arousal. Hakuba was -naming- his scars. The detective -knew- them.
Hakuba's hand drifted down his chest, finding a mass of scar tissue under the unbroken skin up towards his shoulder. "Red Tear as well." The blond breathed, sinking down to brush his lips against the injury. "You stepped in front of the assassin's bullet." Had hurt like bloody hell as well. A bullet proof vest prevented the bullet from penetrating, but did nothing to stop the impact of the bullet when it struck flesh. It may not have punctured, but it had certainly -hurt- him.
... But Hakuba hadn't been there for that case. He hadn't been there for any of those cases.
"Blue Birthday." Hakuba found and traced the crescent shaped scar near the centre of his ribcage, left over from when the stone had been shot into his chest, stopping the bullet and saving his life. "India Exhibition. A group of men in trench-coats. Blew you off the rooftop of the museum."
He had the scratches to match on his other side, from his hang-glider being shot off his back. He'd gotten assorted bruises stopping his decent, but the injuries from Blue Birthday had been the worst of it. Not all of the jagged scar was from the stone's fancy setting cutting into his skin, he'd cracked three ribs and the swelling had never entirely gone down from that. Nor was it ever likely to, that was the problem with injuring the bone.
The thought flickered through is head, wondering if the blond was going to de-pants him as well, so he for remains of old injuries down there. He had a few minor ones from when he'd been learning to -land- the hang-glider, the only major one had was from when he'd broken he'd broken his leg trying to steal the large bronze statue in the Ekoda Museum. And Hakuba had been unconscious downstairs, thanks to his own sleeping gas. Not that it should -matter- to the stupid detective, the state of the scars he'd gotten in the course of his career. It didn't affect his effectiveness, he could still get away, injured or not.
... Unless it did matter... To Hakuba. If he was injured. His brain did a sort of sideways hiccup, jumping to a different bullet train of thought. No. No no no no no no... No way. Just... no. No, dammit...
'The one person who can constantly interrupt my thoughts', Hakuba had described him during the case-heist at the Twilight Mansion. Kid had brushed it aside at the time, figuring it was one of the detective's sarcastic exaggerations. Unless it wasn't... it was the truth hidden in plain sight, where no one would think to look for it.
The blond drifted across his chest again finding another lump of scar tissue just above his left nipple, this one with a faint line intersecting it. "Your second case. Delon." Hakuba's breath brushing the mass of scar tissue. His first major injury as the Kaitou Kid, the first reminder that he wasn't invincible. Hadn't stopped him, of course. But it had prevented him from flying away. "Shot the 'Lights of Paris' into your chest."
'I don't want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself...', Hakuba had said, calling all the way from France so that Kid could defeat Chat Noir. If you were an extremely severely repressed over-controled half-british detective who had finally caught the object of your... attentions, what would you do?
Especially if you suddenly sprouted tentacles, extra limbs that seemed to have a mind of their own. Limbs that kept the object of your affections from running away, from doing potentially stupid things like jumping off of buildings in rain storms. That kept him still so Hakuba could inspect the injuries he'd heard about, read about, obsessively collected information about.
He went lax, not even bothering to fight the tentacles' support, allowing them to keep him upright as the hamster named Trevor in his head ran in frantic panicked little circles, trying to make the pieces fit. Hakuba lo... -liked- him. Or obsessed anyway. What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to react to that? He'd never asked for anything like that. He was supposed to be flashy, flamboyant, find Pandora, destroy it, avenge his father's death and get on with his life. People weren't supposed to actually like him, want him...
Anger momentarily surged up and Kid quickly shunted it to the side to deal with later, falling into the Poker Mask to sort through his chaotic thoughts and emotions. Hakuba had told him repeatedly to run and he'd chosen to stay. Kid shouldn't get angry at the blond because he hadn't liked what he found, didn't know what to do with what he'd discovered. Too late to close Pandora's box, he was left to untangle a Gordian knot. And somehow, he didn't think he could cut through this one with a sword, even if he managed to get his hands on a big enough blade.
This... this wasn't amusing anymore. He wanted it to -stop-, make it go back when Hakuba was just an annoying detective, fun to pester and tease. But for all of his genius for escaping impossible situations, he couldn't see a way out. He's a jewel thief, not a stealer of hearts, except for fun, except for games and somehow this is neither. Because Hakuba is -serious-. He is always serious, so serious about everything, even this. So serious it hurt, it bled and ached and Kid didn't know what to do about it, to make it not.
His mind might have been tying itself in knots, but his body was slack in the tentacles' grip, comfortable as a ragdoll in a child's grasp. The tendrils confining him relaxed their hold and he vaguely noticed as their number began to disappear, that he could move his arms without their oh-so-helpful non-weight hindering his movements. Kid didn't try to escape though, not right away, even as his toes finally touch the surface of the roof, because he was running in little circles around in his head on the hamster wheel while Trevor squeaked indignantly and wanted a turn.
Kid eventually became aware of Hakuba's movement, or rather, his lack of movement. The blond had his hands on the narrow curve of his waist, one of his thumbs absently stroking inside the shallow indentation of Kid's hip as he rested his head against Kid's belly. It was difficult to tell from the angle that Kid was looking from, but the blond seemed calmer, eyes closed as the pace of his breathing slowed, his exhalations tickling the fine hairs under Kid's navel, making the skin tingle slightly.
If it had been lighter circumstances, Kid might have made a comment about the blond being a cocktease. Because his stupidly hormonal teenage body was definitely not protesting the close attention and would have preferred a great deal more, a little harder and just a bit to the south, thank you.
"Detective?" Kid asked quietly, reaching a free arm out to brush gloved fingers against the dark golden hair on Hakuba's head. Hakuba's breathing made a soft hitching noise, before giving a long exhale, the absent petting of his fingers stopping. The title appeared to bring the detective back from where ever his brain had fled to.
"I want to catch you." Hakuba whispered, the few remaining restraining tendrils slowly fell away from Kid's limbs, finally releasing him from their grasp. In contrast, the hands on Kid's bare waist tightened a fraction, not enough to hurt but enough to be aware of the calluses on the detective's hands. Hakuba's words were almost unintelligible, a confused desperate jumble as the as blond turned his face slightly, pressed against Kid's stomach. "But if I catch you, I cannot chase you. And therefore, I'm stuck, an endless paradox."
Kid waited as the limbs slipped away, slowly joining together and merging towards the detective's waist, either revealing or becoming dark trouser clad hips and thighs. From the kneeling knees down were lost in a twisting sea of increasingly translucent tendrils. Kid absently stroked the blond's thick golden hair, getting used to the slightly disorienting sensation of standing on his two legs on the ground once more, with out any helpful wiggling assistance.
"My deepest apologies." Hakuba eventually mumbled, his voice thick as he gingerly pushed away from the thief. It took Hakuba a moment to rise to his feet, pulling his legs out of the mass of disappearing tentacles and getting his balance again. Kid shrugged in return as he used the opportunity to pull his shirt and coat back onto his shoulders again. Hakuba stared at Kid's gloved hands for a minute, then reached out. "Allow me." He said softly, straightening Kid's collar and fixing the set of the coat. The cape fell back into place, it's silken weight falling reassuredly back around him.
Kid opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again upon catching the too neutral look on the detective's face. He was perfectly capable of straightening his own clothing, but Hakuba had the air about him of a man on a mission, trying to fix something he had not perhaps quite broken, but needed amends. He nodded, standing still as the the blond carefully did up all the buttons he had undone. And if the his hands trembled slightly as he did, neither of them commented on it.
There was also something strangely erotic, or intimate, Kid realised as Hakuba found the fallen tie and looped it about Kid's neck, about being dressed by another person, more so than being stripped. Getting naked was about lowering, or removing defences, while this... this was the opposite. Putting up defences, protection. Although Kid was uncertain just what Hakuba was trying to guard him from, the blond, the blond's confusing previous actions or something, someone else.
"I'll... you can tuck your own shirt in." Hakuba murmured at last, stepping backwards, after he had done up both the buttons on the shirt, knotted the tie with far more flair that Kid usually managed with the stupid noose and refastened the coat. The detective was blushing slightly, which was faintly amusing, considering recent actives.
"Thank you." Kid said quietly, but made no move to. He could hang-glide for a short distance with the shirt untucked, the hang-glider's harness would keep it from being too much of a hindrance. And hopefully take care of the small problem of the bulge in front of his pants which the shirt was currently hiding that he really didn't want to think too strongly about right now, much less touch. Besides, he really wasn't planning on staying in his costume for very much longer, he still needed to get home so he could get some sleep before tomorrow morning, when he had to be at school. Which Hakuba also attended. Fuck.
Well, this was going to be interesting, to say the least. Which really shouldn't have come as any sort of surprise, his whole life tended to lean towards 'interesting'. Some ancestor some where must have really pissed off some gods and the whole line was paying for it ever since.
Hakuba looked like he had similar thoughts, still not actually looking at him, eerie sea-blue eyes looking off to the side, his expression looking like he was schooling his features after having bit into a lemon. There were a few ghostly tentacles still hovering just below his knees, writhing about his ankles like nervous snakes without actually being physically there.
The detective opened his mouth, presumably to apologise, and Kid didn't want to hear it. An apology meant that Hakuba had done something that required an apology and hearing it made it real, made it happen, something that he couldn't pass off as a joke, a flight of fancy. "Are you all right, Detective?" Kid inquired, cutting anything Hakuba might have said off.
Hakuba hesitated, obviously debating about pushing the apology, before nodding. "Thank you." He said quietly instead, fidgeting slightly. The tendrils reached out towards Kid again, before twining around themselves, as if reminding themselves not to touch. Hakuba glared at them and they faded away, into vague shadows, and then not even that.
Kid nodded slightly. "Are you -going- to be all right?" He asked as Hakuba took a deep shuddering breath, shoulders relaxing slightly as the detective visibly calmed down. Hmm... freaked out equalled lots of defensive limbs, composed equalled none? He'd been correct then, to pacify the detective down instead of fighting him.
"Yes." Hakuba said quickly, too quickly, brushing the concern off with a brisk, almost nervous gesture. "Yes. Of course. I'm certain the effects are only temporary."
Kid hoped so, but wasn't entirely sure about that. That was the problem with dealing with magical gems and things outside of the realm of science... you never knew what they were going to do. "Speaking of which, do you know where the jewel is now?"
Hakuba nodded, once again a little too quickly as he gestured off to one side. "There." He said thickly, voice rough as if afraid to speak, lest it bite him again. A few tendrils flickered around his ankles but never became completely visible. Kid nodded and walked over towards it, quietly keeping enough room to jump away and flee should more limbs decide to sprout.
The Gorgoneion had landed in a shallow puddle, glinting pale ocean blue in the moonlight as the Gorgon face leered at him. "I will not protest if this is one heist that you do not return." Hakuba said, his voice a tightly controlled monotone as he stayed where he was, away from the olive-green stone and any more potential mutations or reactions. "In fact, I would prefer it if at all possible."
"We'll see." Kid murmured, carefully picking the stone up. It shifted slightly under his fingertips, snakes wiggling and writhing like the ones that had just covered him in miniature. He did have a reputation to uphold, of returning his heists. He'd have to see how long it took to create a forgery of this one to return in its place. "But I do believe that it might be too hazardous to return without precautions."
The detective made another shuddering breath and nodded, his hands clenched into tight fists. "Thank you." He said gruffly, like he'd used up all of his favours and asked anyway, surprised and grateful that it was considered.
Kid nodded and stood up as one of the carved snakes moved, burrowing it's fangs into the fabric of one gloved finger, missing his flesh. He let the stone hang from his finger, held fast by the snake's grip on the glove with mixed amusement and mild relief. "Although, Detective." Kid drawled, before he vanished through the judicious use of a smoke grenade and a hasty exit through the stairwell. "This is why one should always wear protection while dealing with magical items."
-fin-
Artwork!
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Word Count: 6,950
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Tentacles, Questionably-Consensual Molestation, Yaoi
Author Notes: Started out as a dare by dogmatix_san and ysabet and became a challenge to ourselves. One of the roadtrip plunnies. Thanks to Allie for the beta.
Summary: It would be a terrible black mark on his reputation if it got out that all you needed to capture the Kaitou Kid was to sprout tentacles and distract him by making him warm in the pants with some casual multi-limbed molestation.
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The Kaitou Kid breathed a small sigh of relief as he made it to his designated rooftop safely. Hang-gliding at night during typhoon season wasn't the wisest thing to do. Hot sticky weather, unpredictable downpours and aerial escapes from the police didn't always mix smoothly.
It was worth it though, if this stone turned out to be the one he was looking for. He grinned as he retracted the hang-glider, the material turning into his usual cape that billowed in the gusting wind, a few drops of rain mixing in with it. Kid ignored it for the moment, relishing in the rush of another heist pulled off successfully, a few new curse words learned from Nakamori-keibu and the comforting weight of the stolen stone in his hand.
He grinned as he held the pendant up to the moonlight before the clouds covered the pale moon. It was a pale olive-green, slightly smaller than the palms of his hands, shaped like someone had taken a sphere and squished it slightly before carving the face of a beautiful woman on one side and a hideous face surrounded by snakes as hair on the other.
A 'Gorgoneion', meant to frighten away evil spirits. It was carved out of serpentine, not usually a gemstone that he usually dealt with, the unusual clarity of the stone having been what caught his attention.
The fact that Medusa, a Gorgon, was also a cursed Greek woman had been what had cemented the pendant as a target. The little bit about blood taken from one side of a Gorgon's body being able to resurrect the dead and blood taken from the other side of the body being able to kill instantly hadn't hurt either. It may not have been Pandora weeping tears of immortality, but it was close enough to garner a closer look.
"Let's take a look at you." He murmured as he turned the stone in the fading light, the silver light playing with the swells and valleys of the carvings, turning it almost incandescent. A few drops of rain landed on it, coating the stone as the water twining its way around it.
The light struck the wet gemstone just right and it glowed sea-blue, the colour of sunlight through the ocean waves. "... Oh." He breathed. It wasn't the long hoped for Pandora with it's red light of immortality, but it was definitely some sort of magic. It was gorgeous, it was amazing, it was...
... a damn good distraction, he realised a half-second too late as a hand covered his own and a metal bracelet clicked around his wrist. "Good evening, Kaitou Kid-san." Hakuba's sweetly obnoxious voice purred in his ear, the blond detective not quite leaning against him.
Dammit.
Hakuba wrapped a warm hand around the wrist that was handcuffed, the other hand gently removing the gem from the Kid's grasp. Kid let his now gemless arm drop, the half-british detective still holding on, despite the handcuff that chained them together. "Was wondering where you were." The thief ad-libbed with a practised smirk. "You didn't appear at the heist."
"Flying into tonight's weather would have been stupidly suicidal." Hakuba smirked back. "And while sometimes I wonder about the latter, you are most assuredly not stupid. So I merely laid in wait. Although I am flattered that you missed my presence."
.... damn self-satisfied arrogant sneak.
"So what do you plan to do now?" Kid inquired loftily attempting to subtly twist his hand out of the silver cuff. Unfortunately, Hakuba's grasp prevented him from doing much more than rolling his hand around. "Call for backup?"
"Once I have placed the object of tonight's regard out of your reach, yes." The detective affirmed as he glanced at the green stone in his hand, rolling it slightly in his bare fingers. "I was uncertain as to my calculations- OW!"
Kid blinked as the usually overly elegant detective fumbled with the stone in his hand. The thief took advantage of the situation as he squirmed out of the blond's grasp, pulling his hand out of the handcuff as he stepped back to flee. Another hang-gliding flight wasn't the smartest move to make tonight, but it was better than being caught.
He almost made it to the ledge before he was jerked backwards by a tight grip on his arm. A second binding wrapped around his leg, and then his other leg, his free hand, his waist, another around each of his arms, his shoulders and torso, something just brushing his face as he was suddenly lifted up into the air.
The thought crossed his mind that Hakuba did -not- have that many limbs before he was pulled back towards the centre of the roof, the tips of his shoes just barely brushing the tarred surface. Then he saw the blond detective, huddled on the rooftop and quickly retracted that opinion.
Hakuba was kneeling, or would be kneeling if he had any legs, one hand clutching the other, which appeared to have a cut across the palm. His button down shirt, suit jacket and tie which were usually so immaculate were askew, most likely due to the mass of writhing limbs that were where his legs had been less than thirty seconds prior.
"I... It -bit- me." Hakuba said, his normal arrogant tones terrified and confused as the limbs that had been or currently were his legs pulled Kid closer. A logical part of his brain got distracted by the fact that there should be no way Hakuba's legs could have turned into so many tentacles, there wasn't enough mass. It was distracted as several tentacles faded out, sliding through the roof as they turned transparent and several more appeared in the same fashion. A primal part of his brain took over logic functions at that part, emphasising on -escape- and -run away-, which he struggled to do.
Which would have worked better if had been able to get out of the tangled mass' cool clutches. The tendrils didn't hold him hard enough to hurt, but they moved with him every time he tried to twist out of their secure embrace, holding him more fiercely than mere iron bars could.
The panic faded after a few seconds and he stopped fighting, just hanging lax in their grasp as he tried to figure out what to do next. The tentacles moved him closer to Hakuba again, carefully cradling him as they did so. It would have almost been comfortable except for the sheer freak-out factor.
"Can you escape?" Hakuba asked quietly, his words carefully enunciated, like he was sorting through them with great care.
Kid pulled an arm up, the tendrils attached to him allowing the movement without releasing him. "It would be easier if you'd let me go." He commented indifferently, ignoring the panicked heartbeat in his ears. He hated being tied up.
"I am trying." The detective said and Kid realised that he was too. Now that he was still, he could feel their shifting weight around him, coiling tightly before relaxing. Once again, never enough to hurt, but not creating enough slack for him to escape their tangled mass either. Evidently the tentacles had a mind of their own.
"Ah." The Kaitou Kid thought it over, inspecting the closest limb to him. It was the same pale golden colour as Hakuba's skin, with a slightly darker mottled pattern towards the tips, reminding him vaguely of argyle. The flesh wasn't so much skin as it was covered in tiny little scales, each one smaller than the nail on his pinkie finger. Not scaled like a f-f-fish, but closer to a snake's skin, smooth, slightly cool and dry to the touch. He could feel the strength or muscle that the tendrils held through their skin. "Not without severely harming either of us in the process." He concluded. And possibly not even then, if that wasn't just an optical illusion and the limbs could become immaterial.
"Oh." Hakuba said quietly, looking down at the cut on his hand. "... Do you think you could try?" He said, almost wistfully.
"Hurt you?"
"Escape." Hakuba said briskly, this time nearly tripping over his words as the limbs increased their grip again. "I do of course realise that you do endeavour to avoid inflicting harm during the course of your heists, but I was sincerely hoping that in this case you would be so kind as to make an exception-"
Kid interrupted. "Hakuba?"
"-Yes?"
"Shut up."
And amazingly, the detective did. Wow. He should have tried that -ages- ago. He briefly wondered if it would work during class and then set that thought aside for future pondering. "Now. What's this about wanting me to hurt you?" If he'd been Kuroba Kaito at the moment, he would have called the blond a huge pain in the ass. But since he was currently on the job so to speak, he had to settle for a more cavalier term of address.
"I do not want to you to hurt me." Hakuba said quietly, in that broken sort of way that people did when they were holding on to control by their fingernails and teeth as the tentacles shifted restlessly around them. "I want you to escape before I hurt you."
Okay, he good point there. Hard to argue with that kind of logic. Except that Hakuba, or what ever brain was controlling the limbs holding him, other than keeping him from the potentially suicidal manoeuvre of throwing himself off the edge of the roof in the middle of a possible rainstorm didn't seem all that interested in hurting him.
"I don't think you will." Kid said confidently. Of course he said it with confidence, he was a showman. You didn't sneeze, didn't show anger, didn't show fear and most of all, you kept your Poker Face. Because the minute you allowed the panic to show, you lost control of the situation. Even if the situation was being tied up with tentacles. Ten-ta-cles. With some sort of nefarious intent.
Well, at least now they knew what kind of magic stone it was. It was a tentacle magic stone. Which made a certain amount of nonsense really. The beautiful Medusa turned into a creature with writhing snakes for hair and scales for skin because of her bragging to the gods. They'd just managed to get the wiggly bits on the wrong end of the body.
Yeah... Something like that. At least he was somewhat comfortable. Metal handcuffs chafed after a while, especially if you did as much squirming as Kid did to get out of them.
"What makes you say that?" Hakuba asked, an edge of suspicion in his tone.
Kid shrugged, the limbs rolling across his shoulders as he did so, as if fascinated by the movement. He almost did it again, just to see them move, probably about as curious about them as they were of him. "Cause you haven't yet."
He was shifted closer, close enough to see Hakuba's eyes clearly. They were a strange shade of blue-green, the colour of ocean waves in sunlight. Hungry waves. Or had they always been that colour? He briefly debated, trying to remember if Hakuba had blue or brown eyes before dismissing it as unimportant at the moment. Because Hakuba was currently looking at him like he was a man starving for something and Kid was a tasty treat.
Not that it was a far stretch from how the detective usually looked at him, really.
Then the hunger was banked, swept under the control that the blond just seemed to -ooze-, that control that Kaito usually wanted to crack, just to see what was under it. Although at the moment, that control was probably a very good thing.
"Kid?" Hakuba said softly, limbs rippling under him as he slowly rose to eye-level with Kid, close enough that Kid could feel the lack of body heat. Yup, those eyes were definitely blue. Very blue.
"Yes?"
"Run." The detective breathed, sending a puff of air across Kid's damp cheek, making him shiver slightly. Ah, that was why the detective's eyes were bright blue. It was because the dark pupils were narrowing down into little slits, leaving a vast ocean of blue. Good to know. "Please."
Kid opened his mouth to inquire if the 'please' part of the request for him to run, or a plea for something else when Hakuba leaned forward and kissed him. Actually, more appropriately, the blond kind of softly nibbled on Kid's lower lip as if he were devouring it slowly. And hey, fangs. That was new.
Hakuba pulled back, his expression ashamed, like a dog being threatened with a newspaper. The limbs tangled around Kid shifted restlessly, tightening and loosening as they slithered around him, never relaxing enough for him to escape. It was however, enough to illustrate that they could rip him literally limb from limb of the detective got worked up enough.
Best not to get Hakuba worked up then. Gore was -such- not a good look for him. It took forever to get bloodstains out of his white suit too.
"Okay." Kid said with a calm he really didn't feel as he tested the grip of the tentacles wrapped around his arms. "When you say 'hurt me', do you mean in the 'slasher flick guts and blood all over the place' kind of way, or in the 'H-manga ecchi tentacle monster' kind of way?"
Those blue eyes snapped back to his face, then flickered away, as if avoiding looking at his features as much as possible. Kid absently noted that the detective had almost made no move towards removing the hat and monocle that concealed the thief's face, something he would have thought the blond would have done immediately, with quiet gloating. "This is not a joke." Hakuba growled, staring somewhere in the vicinity of Kid's left shoulder.
"Yes, I realise that." Kid nodded. "I'm attempting to figure out if it's worth my while to hang out for a bit or if I should get my card gun and attempt to slice the tentacles off." He wasn't entirely sure the latter would work, the card gun wasn't designed to cut more than a few centimetres at most, and even then not living flesh. The tentacles tensed him, as if bracing for injury, which also had the effect of momentarily immobilising his arms.
The card gun was a bit of a red herring anyway, he had some throwing daggers up a sleeve, but even those he wasn't sure if they were strong to cut through the mass of limbs. And blood. Blood bad. He resisted a shudder. No, no blood or hurting or pain unless it was a very last resort.
"I'd prefer if you would attempt the latter." Hakuba said quietly, his hands brushing against Kid's sides, tracing the slight curve from hip to shoulder, resting over the card gun's holster without quite touching. "Because our intentions towards you at the moment are not the most honourable."
Not honourable, but not murderous either. Curious. He pulled on the restraining limbs, feeling them relax enough allow the movement, but only so far. Okay, he could work with that. Although the 'our' was some what worrisome.
"One day, detective." Kid said, resisting the urge to grit his teeth. Maybe the tendrils would stretch enough so he could smack the detective upside the head. "We are going to have a conversation about this need of yours for me inflicting physical damage upon you. Now. I am not going to hurt you because you're scared. You are not going to hurt me because you are scared. Can we please move on?"
"You do not know that." Hakuba argued quietly, some of the non-restraining lower limbs lashing around like irate cats tails. "You do not know what-"
"Yes, I do." Kid snapped, feeling very much like Kaito at the moment, having yet another endless tiff with the stubborn blond. "Because I'm the freaking uncatchable Kaitou Kid, come back from the eight years in the grave. And you're the idiot that cross half the globe to chase me because my sole purpose in life is to confuse and torment the lives of all the people I meet. Okay?!"
The tentacles around his arms relaxed fractionally as Hakuba's glaze flickered up at him for a moment before moving to stare off to one side again, his jaw dropped just enough that Kid could see that yes, he definitely had fangs now. He briefly wondered if the blond's tongue was splitting as well, to match the apparent serpent theme. "I -knew- it." The detective breathed, a flash of familiar smug smile tugging at his anxious face.
"Yes, well, don't tell Nakamori-keibu." Kid muttered, feeling privately pleased at getting the detective to stop freaking out. The restraining limbs further relaxed their grip as he relaxed. "He'd probably gloat for ages."
"There is that." Hakuba agreed, reaching up and tracing the right side of Kid's face with a finger, the tip of the newly grown claw grazing his skin without slicing it, almost like a lover's caress. The texture of fine smooth scales on his bare skin was surprising, but not unpleasant. "You are so warm..."
Kid blinked as the mirth on the blond's face faded, replaced with something else. Of course he was warm, it was hot out... oh. Reptilian theme again. Which might have explained why the blond's tentacles were trying to cover as much of him as possible. Except it was already hot and humid out... but when had the detective ever made sense?
Hakuba's blue eyes narrowed, the detective leaning forward again. "My apologies..." And then Kid was being kissed again, cool dry skin pressed against his own as the detective kissed him politely. Well, as much as one could kiss politely while wrapping the person they were kissing up in coils of slowly twisting tendrils. One of Hakuba's hands cradled his cheek as the other wrapped around Kid's torso, holding him "Wanted this." Hakuba breathed, almost a hiss as he briefly pulled away for air before kissing Kid again, hungry this time, like he was tasting him. "Wanted to catch you for ages... but not like this, not like this..."
"How?" Kid asked, feeling the situation fall beyond his control again, dammit. The tentacles tightened their grip as Hakuba tipped Kid's head slightly before pressing a kiss on his on each of his cheeks, then brushing his lips against the lid of his unmonocled eye. Hakuba wanted to catch him, but not like this? Then how? With handcuffs and police and iron bars? And if so, where was this... this... kissing stuff coming from? As far as he knew, Hakuba liked girls, not guys. At least Hakuba had certainly acted like it when he had asked Aoko out on a date to the Prince Prince concert after Kaito had turned her down.
Unless Hakuba hadn't been trying to ask Aoko out...? Argh, this was starting to hurt his brain. "Detective? How did you want to catch me?" He asked, unable to avoid the slight breathlessness in his his voice as the blond traced his jawline with his lips. Kid then gasped and shivered as Hakuba nipped at the pulse point behind his ear and then lingered as he kissed it better, sending pleasant tingling jolts throughout his body.
... Or thinking could be overrated. Fuck. Okay, mindless panic would probably good right about now. Either that or moaning.... Mindless something... Why hadn't anyone ever mentioned that the neck was a erogenous zone before? That was distinctly unfair, he should have had his neck ravished -ages- ago. Except he really wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, was he? What was the proper procedure upon being molested by a detective with tentacles when escape failed?
There was a soft hiss as the red silk tie was untied and left hanging around his neck. The sliver of exposed fleshed was nuzzled before the top button was undone, exposing the hollow of his throat. He shivered again as Hakuba whispered against the skin of his neck, apologies and half-formed sentences.
He should stop this. He should put a stop to this right now. Really. Any minute now. Any second, he was going to open his big fat mouth and tell Hakuba to stop and if the detective didn't, well, Kid could probably knock him out or something with his card gun. Or kick him in the... tentacles. Something. Any second now.
Another button slipped open, baring more skin to the humid air.
Okay... so why wasn't he putting a stop to this? Cause really, happy hormones aside, this was not good news. Thief, detective, detective caught thief... bad equation for the thief. Even if said detective seemed more interested in unclothing his body rather than unmasking his identity.
Except... except except except, another button went, exposing more of his chest, making him squirm as Hakuba eagerly explored it with lips and tongue. Except that he was curious. He wanted to know what the detective would do once he caught him. Especially since Hakuba didn't seem to be interested in hurting him, much less keeping him. The idiot hadn't even called for -backup- before attempting to capture him, so it was possible the detective wasn't entirely sure either.
One of Hakuba's hands drifted down Kid's side, hitting a sensitive spot against his lower ribs. He muffled a chortle of surprise and pulled away as much as he could from the roving hand. "Not there." He scolded.
He could -feel- Hakuba's smirk against his skin without looking as the detective obediently moved his hand away from the ticklish area and down towards the front of the suit, fiddling with the button that held the coat closed. "How do I undo this?" Hakuba asked, fingers exploring the fastening. So the detective had realised that a regular button wouldn't hold closed while gliding.
"Inside." Kid said, slightly distracted as a tendril diverted his attention by sliding into his left sleeve and exploring the delicate skin on the inside of his arm, dancing around the throwing knife hidden there. "There's a clasp on the inside of the coat."
"Aah." Hakuba kissed the small 'v' of uncovered flesh left by the half-buttoned shirt as his fingers explored the fastening of the coat. "Will it explode if I unfasten it?"
Kid laughed softly, tilting his head back. "Guess you'll have to find out." He taunted, eyes drifting shut. He couldn't make this -easy- on the detective, now could he? All things --tentacles, appendages, restraints, bondage fetishes-- considered.
The detective made a thoughtful sound as he found the clasp and undid it with fingers that weren't entirely steady. Hakuba gave a small sigh of relief as the coat fell open without anything unexpected detonating. "Thank you."
Kid just chuckled softly in return as the detective continued uncovering and exploring the line down his torso with determined fascination. He was INSANE, absolutely totally certifiably insane. Okay, so the thief thing was kind of crazy too, but this passive acceptance definitely put him in the category for a nice white jacket with lots and lots of buckles up the back. Although the explodey idea wasn't a bad one... sleeping gas if someone undid his jacket without disarming it first, a fireball out of his pants? Just in case he got caught again.
Like hell he was ever being caught again. Would be a terrible black mark on his reputation if it got out that all you needed to capture him was to sprout tentacles and distract him by making him warm in the pants with some casual multi-limbed molestation. More tendrils found their way through the cuffs of his coat and pants, their scaly mass wrapping securely around his bare skin, the narrow tips undulating against whatever it could reach, not tickling, just making him hyper aware of their presence.
And then Hakuba found his navel.
As ticklish as he was on his floating ribs, this was more intense. Much more intense. His back arched, trying to both get away and get closer at the same time, the tentacles holding his limbs fast so he couldn't escape from them. He was rather proud of the fact that he didn't laugh, although it was close, his throat closing on his moans.
Hakuba stopped his explorations with a noise that was both smug and confused as he whispered words into the skin just below it, sending Kid squirming again. That was it... next chance he got he was tying the blond up and tickling -him- mercilessly just to see how he liked it. Although some parts of Kid were enjoying it better than others, he noted with a small shiver as Hakuba began carefully pulling his shirt out of his trousers without undoing Kid's belt.
His shirt was unbuttoned as well, the material hanging around him as Hakuba rested his large hands on the slight curve of Kid's waist before sliding them up his back, avoiding the ticklish spots on his sides. "Enjoying the view?" Kid snarked as Hakuba rose to his eye-level again, feeling slightly debauched and exposed in a way that didn't entirely have to do with his state of undress.
A light kiss, little more than a brush of lips against his was his answer as the limbs adjusted his arms to his sides so Hakuba could slid his clothing off his shoulders, the cape falling sideways and getting tangled in the many limbs around it. Kid almost laughed as his red silk tie slithered down his bare chest, getting lost in the mass of tendrils towards the ground. Now it was finally starting to imitate the plot of a bad tentacle hentai. All they needed now was the self-lubing butt sex.
Except that Hakuba didn't seem to be interested in the butt sex. The blond's expression almost looked sad, or wounded as he looked to the side, fingers just brushing the starburst shaped scars on the outside of his right arm just below the shoulder joint. "Parking Garage." Kid finally made out Hakuba's soft whisperings as the detective traced the scar with his lips like he could erase it with his touch. "Fake Kaitou Kid robot created by Ogami Electronics."
The hairs on the back of Kid's neck started going up. Hakuba didn't appear to notice as he followed the curve of Kid's shoulder, across the collarbones and to his left shoulder, finding the mark on his upper arm. "Bullet graze. Minato Hotel." Hakuba murmured, tracing that one as well. "Fourteenth floor, saving Jody Hopper and the Red Tear from an assassin."
The faint knife edge of panic prickled at him and Kid shivered again, this time it had nothing to do with ticklish spots or poorly timed arousal. Hakuba was -naming- his scars. The detective -knew- them.
Hakuba's hand drifted down his chest, finding a mass of scar tissue under the unbroken skin up towards his shoulder. "Red Tear as well." The blond breathed, sinking down to brush his lips against the injury. "You stepped in front of the assassin's bullet." Had hurt like bloody hell as well. A bullet proof vest prevented the bullet from penetrating, but did nothing to stop the impact of the bullet when it struck flesh. It may not have punctured, but it had certainly -hurt- him.
... But Hakuba hadn't been there for that case. He hadn't been there for any of those cases.
"Blue Birthday." Hakuba found and traced the crescent shaped scar near the centre of his ribcage, left over from when the stone had been shot into his chest, stopping the bullet and saving his life. "India Exhibition. A group of men in trench-coats. Blew you off the rooftop of the museum."
He had the scratches to match on his other side, from his hang-glider being shot off his back. He'd gotten assorted bruises stopping his decent, but the injuries from Blue Birthday had been the worst of it. Not all of the jagged scar was from the stone's fancy setting cutting into his skin, he'd cracked three ribs and the swelling had never entirely gone down from that. Nor was it ever likely to, that was the problem with injuring the bone.
The thought flickered through is head, wondering if the blond was going to de-pants him as well, so he for remains of old injuries down there. He had a few minor ones from when he'd been learning to -land- the hang-glider, the only major one had was from when he'd broken he'd broken his leg trying to steal the large bronze statue in the Ekoda Museum. And Hakuba had been unconscious downstairs, thanks to his own sleeping gas. Not that it should -matter- to the stupid detective, the state of the scars he'd gotten in the course of his career. It didn't affect his effectiveness, he could still get away, injured or not.
... Unless it did matter... To Hakuba. If he was injured. His brain did a sort of sideways hiccup, jumping to a different bullet train of thought. No. No no no no no no... No way. Just... no. No, dammit...
'The one person who can constantly interrupt my thoughts', Hakuba had described him during the case-heist at the Twilight Mansion. Kid had brushed it aside at the time, figuring it was one of the detective's sarcastic exaggerations. Unless it wasn't... it was the truth hidden in plain sight, where no one would think to look for it.
The blond drifted across his chest again finding another lump of scar tissue just above his left nipple, this one with a faint line intersecting it. "Your second case. Delon." Hakuba's breath brushing the mass of scar tissue. His first major injury as the Kaitou Kid, the first reminder that he wasn't invincible. Hadn't stopped him, of course. But it had prevented him from flying away. "Shot the 'Lights of Paris' into your chest."
'I don't want to see you lose to anyone until I capture you myself...', Hakuba had said, calling all the way from France so that Kid could defeat Chat Noir. If you were an extremely severely repressed over-controled half-british detective who had finally caught the object of your... attentions, what would you do?
Especially if you suddenly sprouted tentacles, extra limbs that seemed to have a mind of their own. Limbs that kept the object of your affections from running away, from doing potentially stupid things like jumping off of buildings in rain storms. That kept him still so Hakuba could inspect the injuries he'd heard about, read about, obsessively collected information about.
He went lax, not even bothering to fight the tentacles' support, allowing them to keep him upright as the hamster named Trevor in his head ran in frantic panicked little circles, trying to make the pieces fit. Hakuba lo... -liked- him. Or obsessed anyway. What was he supposed to do now? How was he supposed to react to that? He'd never asked for anything like that. He was supposed to be flashy, flamboyant, find Pandora, destroy it, avenge his father's death and get on with his life. People weren't supposed to actually like him, want him...
Anger momentarily surged up and Kid quickly shunted it to the side to deal with later, falling into the Poker Mask to sort through his chaotic thoughts and emotions. Hakuba had told him repeatedly to run and he'd chosen to stay. Kid shouldn't get angry at the blond because he hadn't liked what he found, didn't know what to do with what he'd discovered. Too late to close Pandora's box, he was left to untangle a Gordian knot. And somehow, he didn't think he could cut through this one with a sword, even if he managed to get his hands on a big enough blade.
This... this wasn't amusing anymore. He wanted it to -stop-, make it go back when Hakuba was just an annoying detective, fun to pester and tease. But for all of his genius for escaping impossible situations, he couldn't see a way out. He's a jewel thief, not a stealer of hearts, except for fun, except for games and somehow this is neither. Because Hakuba is -serious-. He is always serious, so serious about everything, even this. So serious it hurt, it bled and ached and Kid didn't know what to do about it, to make it not.
His mind might have been tying itself in knots, but his body was slack in the tentacles' grip, comfortable as a ragdoll in a child's grasp. The tendrils confining him relaxed their hold and he vaguely noticed as their number began to disappear, that he could move his arms without their oh-so-helpful non-weight hindering his movements. Kid didn't try to escape though, not right away, even as his toes finally touch the surface of the roof, because he was running in little circles around in his head on the hamster wheel while Trevor squeaked indignantly and wanted a turn.
Kid eventually became aware of Hakuba's movement, or rather, his lack of movement. The blond had his hands on the narrow curve of his waist, one of his thumbs absently stroking inside the shallow indentation of Kid's hip as he rested his head against Kid's belly. It was difficult to tell from the angle that Kid was looking from, but the blond seemed calmer, eyes closed as the pace of his breathing slowed, his exhalations tickling the fine hairs under Kid's navel, making the skin tingle slightly.
If it had been lighter circumstances, Kid might have made a comment about the blond being a cocktease. Because his stupidly hormonal teenage body was definitely not protesting the close attention and would have preferred a great deal more, a little harder and just a bit to the south, thank you.
"Detective?" Kid asked quietly, reaching a free arm out to brush gloved fingers against the dark golden hair on Hakuba's head. Hakuba's breathing made a soft hitching noise, before giving a long exhale, the absent petting of his fingers stopping. The title appeared to bring the detective back from where ever his brain had fled to.
"I want to catch you." Hakuba whispered, the few remaining restraining tendrils slowly fell away from Kid's limbs, finally releasing him from their grasp. In contrast, the hands on Kid's bare waist tightened a fraction, not enough to hurt but enough to be aware of the calluses on the detective's hands. Hakuba's words were almost unintelligible, a confused desperate jumble as the as blond turned his face slightly, pressed against Kid's stomach. "But if I catch you, I cannot chase you. And therefore, I'm stuck, an endless paradox."
Kid waited as the limbs slipped away, slowly joining together and merging towards the detective's waist, either revealing or becoming dark trouser clad hips and thighs. From the kneeling knees down were lost in a twisting sea of increasingly translucent tendrils. Kid absently stroked the blond's thick golden hair, getting used to the slightly disorienting sensation of standing on his two legs on the ground once more, with out any helpful wiggling assistance.
"My deepest apologies." Hakuba eventually mumbled, his voice thick as he gingerly pushed away from the thief. It took Hakuba a moment to rise to his feet, pulling his legs out of the mass of disappearing tentacles and getting his balance again. Kid shrugged in return as he used the opportunity to pull his shirt and coat back onto his shoulders again. Hakuba stared at Kid's gloved hands for a minute, then reached out. "Allow me." He said softly, straightening Kid's collar and fixing the set of the coat. The cape fell back into place, it's silken weight falling reassuredly back around him.
Kid opened his mouth to protest, then shut it again upon catching the too neutral look on the detective's face. He was perfectly capable of straightening his own clothing, but Hakuba had the air about him of a man on a mission, trying to fix something he had not perhaps quite broken, but needed amends. He nodded, standing still as the the blond carefully did up all the buttons he had undone. And if the his hands trembled slightly as he did, neither of them commented on it.
There was also something strangely erotic, or intimate, Kid realised as Hakuba found the fallen tie and looped it about Kid's neck, about being dressed by another person, more so than being stripped. Getting naked was about lowering, or removing defences, while this... this was the opposite. Putting up defences, protection. Although Kid was uncertain just what Hakuba was trying to guard him from, the blond, the blond's confusing previous actions or something, someone else.
"I'll... you can tuck your own shirt in." Hakuba murmured at last, stepping backwards, after he had done up both the buttons on the shirt, knotted the tie with far more flair that Kid usually managed with the stupid noose and refastened the coat. The detective was blushing slightly, which was faintly amusing, considering recent actives.
"Thank you." Kid said quietly, but made no move to. He could hang-glide for a short distance with the shirt untucked, the hang-glider's harness would keep it from being too much of a hindrance. And hopefully take care of the small problem of the bulge in front of his pants which the shirt was currently hiding that he really didn't want to think too strongly about right now, much less touch. Besides, he really wasn't planning on staying in his costume for very much longer, he still needed to get home so he could get some sleep before tomorrow morning, when he had to be at school. Which Hakuba also attended. Fuck.
Well, this was going to be interesting, to say the least. Which really shouldn't have come as any sort of surprise, his whole life tended to lean towards 'interesting'. Some ancestor some where must have really pissed off some gods and the whole line was paying for it ever since.
Hakuba looked like he had similar thoughts, still not actually looking at him, eerie sea-blue eyes looking off to the side, his expression looking like he was schooling his features after having bit into a lemon. There were a few ghostly tentacles still hovering just below his knees, writhing about his ankles like nervous snakes without actually being physically there.
The detective opened his mouth, presumably to apologise, and Kid didn't want to hear it. An apology meant that Hakuba had done something that required an apology and hearing it made it real, made it happen, something that he couldn't pass off as a joke, a flight of fancy. "Are you all right, Detective?" Kid inquired, cutting anything Hakuba might have said off.
Hakuba hesitated, obviously debating about pushing the apology, before nodding. "Thank you." He said quietly instead, fidgeting slightly. The tendrils reached out towards Kid again, before twining around themselves, as if reminding themselves not to touch. Hakuba glared at them and they faded away, into vague shadows, and then not even that.
Kid nodded slightly. "Are you -going- to be all right?" He asked as Hakuba took a deep shuddering breath, shoulders relaxing slightly as the detective visibly calmed down. Hmm... freaked out equalled lots of defensive limbs, composed equalled none? He'd been correct then, to pacify the detective down instead of fighting him.
"Yes." Hakuba said quickly, too quickly, brushing the concern off with a brisk, almost nervous gesture. "Yes. Of course. I'm certain the effects are only temporary."
Kid hoped so, but wasn't entirely sure about that. That was the problem with dealing with magical gems and things outside of the realm of science... you never knew what they were going to do. "Speaking of which, do you know where the jewel is now?"
Hakuba nodded, once again a little too quickly as he gestured off to one side. "There." He said thickly, voice rough as if afraid to speak, lest it bite him again. A few tendrils flickered around his ankles but never became completely visible. Kid nodded and walked over towards it, quietly keeping enough room to jump away and flee should more limbs decide to sprout.
The Gorgoneion had landed in a shallow puddle, glinting pale ocean blue in the moonlight as the Gorgon face leered at him. "I will not protest if this is one heist that you do not return." Hakuba said, his voice a tightly controlled monotone as he stayed where he was, away from the olive-green stone and any more potential mutations or reactions. "In fact, I would prefer it if at all possible."
"We'll see." Kid murmured, carefully picking the stone up. It shifted slightly under his fingertips, snakes wiggling and writhing like the ones that had just covered him in miniature. He did have a reputation to uphold, of returning his heists. He'd have to see how long it took to create a forgery of this one to return in its place. "But I do believe that it might be too hazardous to return without precautions."
The detective made another shuddering breath and nodded, his hands clenched into tight fists. "Thank you." He said gruffly, like he'd used up all of his favours and asked anyway, surprised and grateful that it was considered.
Kid nodded and stood up as one of the carved snakes moved, burrowing it's fangs into the fabric of one gloved finger, missing his flesh. He let the stone hang from his finger, held fast by the snake's grip on the glove with mixed amusement and mild relief. "Although, Detective." Kid drawled, before he vanished through the judicious use of a smoke grenade and a hasty exit through the stairwell. "This is why one should always wear protection while dealing with magical items."
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