Night Moves Part 1

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Title: Night Moves
Pairing: Koyama/Shige, Koyama/Shige/Ryo, Shige/Ryo
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What do you do with a thief who steals your things only to put them back?
A/N or Warnings: Beta’d by a careful triad of villianesses. All remaining mistakes are my own. Warnings for dubious consent, clichéd plot, and a lot of sex.

“So you say this… Nyanta… is stealing from you?”

“Yes.”

The detective hums softly, staring around the smallish but richly decorated apartment. “What has he taken?”

The lawyer can tell he doesn’t believe him at all, but he doesn’t care. He’s at his wits end with this cat burglar. “This, among other things,” he says, holding up a rather expensive looking vase.

“And yet… there you are, holding it,” the detective smirks a little in barely concealed amusement.

He puts it down with a slam, wincing just a little as he does so, before turning irritated dark eyes to the detective. “How many times do I have to tell you? Every time he steals something, he puts back whatever he took the time before. Do you think I enjoy looking like an idiot, Detective?”

“No. But you’re still doing it quite well.”

Shige’s starting to get a little irritated. He knows how ridiculous it sounds. After all, what kind of burglar steals things and then puts them back? It’s preposterous. Still, as dumb as it all sounded, it was exactly what was happening. “Look, are you going to help me or not? Because I’m really not in the mood right now to deal with being jerked around.”

A smirk curls the edge of the detective’s lips that has Shige’s fists curling as he struggles to repress his rage. It’s not a nice smirk. It’s one that implies dirty things that would normally leave a pleasant curl in Shige’s stomach if he weren’t really really pissed off.

“I suppose… do you have any actual proof that you’re being continually robbed? Or should I just take your word for it?”

“You know what? Forget it. I’ll deal with him… her… whatever… myself. You don’t need to bother yourself, Detective. Clearly you have much more important things to deal with than burglary. If you’ll see yourself out…”

Ryo swallows his pout at being so summarily dismissed, but nods to the younger lawyer before doing as he’s told and letting himself out of the flat. He considers the situation in the elevator all the way down to the main floor. At first he’d honestly thought it had been a ruse to get attention. Except the very good-looking lawyer hadn’t risen to any of the bait he’d laid out, just insisted that this Nyanta was stealing his things and putting them back.

Which meant that he was either telling the truth or he was batshit insane. As much as Ryo hated to admit it, he seemed to be in account of all his mental faculties, which meant there really was an easily amused burglar out there that was having the time of their life just by messing with the man.

~*~*~

Shige isn’t bluffing the detective. If the police force is going to do nothing to solve his rather persistent pest problem, then Shige is going to do it himself.

The burglar has never resorted to force or violence, so Shige isn’t worried about that - though perhaps he should have at least considered it a little. It seems more like this Nyanta is acting much like it’s namesake and is playing with him.

Whether it was to soften the killing blow or more just for amusement, Shige couldn’t tell.

Instead he vows to lock up everything valuable he owns except one thing and stay awake, waiting for the feline thief to show up.

It’s a good plan in theory, the only problem is, Shige’s never been that good with pulling all-nighters, so by the time he’s gotten home from work, made himself some dinner and locked up anything of value, he can already feel his eyelids starting to droop.

Cursing silently to himself, he makes himself some coffee and settles in a chair, eyes glued to the expensive painting that hangs on the wall across from him. He’s not going to let this stupid thief win, no matter what.

No sooner does he think this then he’s startled by the lights in the apartment going out. Carefully, he sets his still mostly full cup of coffee down on the floor by his chair and gets to his feet, moving away from the piece of furniture in slow shuffling steps. He wishes he’d thought to grab a flashlight, but there’s no time to worry about that now.

“I know you’re here,” he says, proud that his deep voice doesn’t waver at all despite the fact that he’s very much at a disadvantage.

There’s no response, but he honestly isn’t expecting one. A response would give away the thief’s position, and it’s obvious to Shige that this thief is a practiced hand at what they do, not getting caught or leaving any traces of themselves behind.

“You’re not going to get any more of my things,” he adds, though he’s starting to get a little unnerved by the continued silence and darkness. “I don’t care if you always bring them back, it’s fucking irritating.”

He can hear and feel his pulse pounding heavily and he licks suddenly dry lips when a soft breath of air sweeps through the room. It’s from an open window, but that’s impossible. Shige’s apartment is on the second from top floor and that’s nine stories from the ground. There’s no way for anyone to get in through a window because the fire-escapes haven’t worked since Shige’s first day in the building at least, and that was several years ago.

“I’ve already told the police,” he continues, but his voice is a little more wary now as he tries to figure out who and where this person is. He jumps in surprise and doesn’t even have time to shriek in his shock when hands settle on his hips and a warm breath ghosts across one ear.

“It doesn’t matter. They didn’t believe you.” The words are matter of fact as if the man - he can tell it’s a man by the soft but masculine voice - had been present in the room when Detective Nishikido had berated and belittled him.

Shige can’t deny the words. They’re true. He pulls away from the touch that is surprisingly gentle and lets him go with no protest, whirling in the dark and tripping over an unseen footstool in his haste. The wooden floors are unforgiving and he curses in his head when he lands in an awkward heap, scrambling hurriedly to his feet.

Soft laughter greets him when he gets his bearings once more and Shige can’t take it anymore. Tripping several times, he finally makes his way to the wall and fumbles around for one of the light switches. A few useless flicks up and down and it becomes clear that the thief has messed with the power, though it’s presumably just in his apartment or he’d be able to hear the chaos in the rest of the building.

He’s about to start swearing when he’s crowded back against the wall he’s standing next to, his voice lost in his fright and his breath lost when lips are pressed to his, an agile tongue sneaking its way into his mouth and licking playfully at his own.

He wants to protest, but the most he can do is curl his hands in the fabric of the taller man’s shirt. His head is fuzzy and if he didn’t think it was impossible, he’d say that his thief’s kisses were drugging him into complacency, when it was far more likely the fact that it’s been months if not over a year since the last time he’s been so enthusiastically and skillfully kissed and he’s helpless to the passion rising in himself.

When the other man pulls away, Shige lets out an almost embarrassingly soft protest, but he’s merely being pulled away from the wall and through the dark room.

Somehow the thief knows where everything is in the room and they don’t trip or stumble once as they walk. Shige’s almost sure where he’s being led, but he’s not sure how he’s supposed to react.

This whole situation is wrong in so many ways but he’s not stopping it. He’s allowing himself to be pushed back onto his own bed, the pitch darkness of the room making it seem even more of a clandestine affair than it is. Even as his mind protests, he can’t open his mouth to make the words come out.

It’s been so long - too long - since the last time he’s had any sort of physical intimacy that he’s arching into every soft touch and getting dizzy from the arousal racing through his system, never mind the fact that this man is less than a stranger, he’s nothing more than phantom touches in the dark.

Shige wonders if that’s what’s making this all a little easier, that if because he can’t really see the man, he can brush it off later as having never happened.

He keeps those thoughts in the back of his mind even as he turns his head to chase the feel of full soft lips, ignoring the small and almost non-existent voice in the back of his head that’s telling him he’s making a mistake, that regardless of his rationalizations, he’s going too far with this.

“You’re pretty,” the man whispers softly, and Shige would object at his choice of rather feminine adjectives, but he’s not really in a situation to argue when he can feel the soft touch as the other man slides his hands under the hem of his shirt and pushes it up and he’s allowing it. He doesn’t even stop to think when it happens, merely pushes himself up to help him remove his shirt, tossing it to the floor before laying back down, sheets cool against his back.

Shige twitches just a little in surprise when soft lips press against his once more before sliding along his jaw and down the soft skin of his neck. He’s not sure what he’s supposed to be doing, how much he’s allowed to touch, so he settles his hands on the other man’s shoulders, feeling the softness of fabric under his fingers even as he curls them subconsciously when a delicate and wet tongue sneaks out and traces along his collarbone, raising goosebumps in its wake.

“Please…” he whispers softly, fingers curling into the fabric of the man’s shirt when that warm tongue curls around his nipple before biting down softly and wringing a moan from the back of Shige’s throat.

“Please what?” comes the soft and slightly high voice from somewhere around his belly button even as that teasing tongue continues to lick a path over his skin even as he can feel his pants being undone and tugged down. “I can’t believe you want me to stop. Your body says otherwise.”

“I…” Shige wants to protest but when a firm hand presses between his legs, warm against his erection, he knows he doesn’t have any moral high ground to stand on. He’s turned on by a stranger, a criminal at that. Someone he’s never seen, who’s been breaking into his house week after week and taking his things only to put them back. “W-why… why are you doing this?”

“Why not?” is the reply he gets, even as he lifts his hips absently as his pants are tugged down.

Shige’s mind throws him a million reasons for why not but not one of them seems to be able to pass his lips in an actual show of protest, especially when the man stops teasing him through the fabric of his underwear and tugs them down and off, no warning before the warm wetness of his mouth is sucking Shige deep.

A startled yelp escapes him even as his hips lift, pushing his cock deeper into the man’s yielding mouth. He can all but feel his eyes roll back as he scrabbles mindlessly, hands tangling in silky soft hair as the man pulls back a little to suck at just the tip, tongue tracing the ridges of his crown and dipping into the slit.

Shige can feel his orgasm approaching, slipping down his spine and settling in his balls even as he squirms on the mattress, fingers tight in the stranger’s hair as he makes a gurgling noise in the back of his throat that’s his attempt at a warning just before he comes.

Surprisingly, the man doesn’t pull back at all, just continues to suck softly until Shige’s done coming and his body is limp and sated.

His fingers are cramped where they’re tangled tightly in the man’s hair and he struggles to let go a little reluctantly, his mind still fuzzy in his orgasmic afterglow. He’s not sure what’s supposed to happen now, if he’s supposed to return the favour or if this thing with the thief will end here in the dark.

He feels a hot blush burn his body when he hears the unmistakable sound of lips being licked just before the man chuckles softly and slides up his body to kiss him softly, tongue pressing into his mouth until he can taste the bitterness of himself in the crevices of the stranger’s mouth.

“More?” Shige feels whispered against his lips when they part them for air. He’s not sure what to say, this has already gone so far he almost feels like going further won’t matter much anyway, but he’s reluctant to say anything. His body is sated for now, but it wouldn’t take much to get him ready again, especially when the man above him is warm and thin against him, his lips tasting all of Shige’s skin even as his own hips roll against Shige’s thigh, allowing him to feel the hardness there.

“… more,” Shige finally says, pushing away any last remnants of guilt or worry away in the promise of more pleasure.

He never does this. Never just thinks of himself, puts everything else aside in the face of his own wants and needs, and the thought of doing it now, breaking that rule with something like this has his head once more dizzy with lust as he feels the man above him shift and remove his clothes.

“More… more…” Shige repeats, even as the man’s lips find his own again, kissing him lazily as a warm hand travels up the back of one bare thigh. He knows exactly where this is going, and while it’s not his first time, it has been awhile, long enough that he tenses a little with worry when slick fingers stroke at the entrance to his body, massaging the tight muscle there before one pokes easily inside.

“You’re so tight, you need to relax more,” the thief whispers in his ear, voice full of amusement as he stretches him lazily, fingertips just barely brushing against Shige’s prostate in a teasing manner that has Shige whining softly, legs spreading and back arching to push into the touch even as his words dry up.

“That detective likes you,” he adds almost conversationally, lips warm against Shige’s jaw as he doesn’t seem to notice what a non sequitur his words seem to Shige.

“Y-you… you were wa-watching?” Shige manages to choke out, mind only half on the conversation considering he’s naked on his bed with a stranger’s fingers loosening him up inside.

A soft laugh greets his words just before the man crooks his fingers and presses hard against his prostate, pulling a startled noise from the back of Shige’s throat before he pulls his fingers out entirely and settles properly between his legs.

“You’re fun to watch,” is all he says in reply even as Shige hears the sound of a condom wrapper being opened and the slick sound of it rolling down just before the man is pressing inside of him unapologetically, forcing his back to arch and his legs to curl around the backs of the man’s thighs even as his hands settle on bony shoulders.

“Th-that’s… k-kind of creepy,” Shige returns, though he can’t object that much considering he’s letting the stranger fuck him, movements slow and easy as he pulls out and pushes back in in languid motions that have a slow languorous heat building in his veins and re-hardening his cock.

“You’re fun to play with too,” he adds, though his voice is a little strained now even as his movements speed up a little more, his hands sliding down to curl around Shige’s hips, lifting them just enough to change the angle of his thrusts, the head of his cock pressing against the other man’s prostate with every inward thrust until Shige’s shaking from the need to come.

“Please…” he doesn’t like to beg, and he’s sure if he knew the man, if he could see his face, he wouldn’t be so free with his words or his body. There was something almost liberating about this almost clandestine affair.

“All right,” soft words are feathered against his collarbone just before the pace of the thrusts increases; each press in is deep and hard until Shige is panting hard and trembling as his second orgasm approaches. He’s set off when a soft palm and long fingers coil around his erection and jerk him off purposefully, hard and fast until he is coming once more, semen spilling onto his own bare belly even as he feels the other man’s motions still, hips pressed tight against his ass until he slumps limp against him.

“Mnh…” Shige feels boneless and relaxed as he lies under the light weight of the thief. It hasn’t sunk in quite yet just what he’s done, the fact that not only has he had sex with a stranger, but also it’s a stranger who’s been breaking into his house for weeks and stealing his things.

It should be creepy, the idea of someone watching him so close. It should make him feel wrong and stalked, but despite the fact that he’s lethargic from two consecutive orgasms, he doesn’t get an air from this man that he’s a bad person. He’s been nothing but gentle and sweet, even if he refuses to let Shige see his face.

He makes a face when the man slowly and carefully pulls out, the sensation uncomfortable even if the strange thief is clearly trying to be as careful about it as he can. There’s the distinct sound of a condom being snapped off and he’s about to say there’s a trashcan by the night table when he hears something drop into the nearly empty bin.

As they lie there in the dark, Shige’s mind turns over their limited conversation before he sits up abruptly, ignoring the startled noise that the man makes even as Shige turns a bit to the side to stare down at him blindly in the dark. “What do you mean the detective likes me? He was rude and dismissive.” He petulantly wants to add, and he was short, but it’s not really a reason why the older man doesn’t like him.

“He was teasing,” comes the voice from his elbow before Shige lays back down, allowing himself to be curled into almost as if they were a couple sharing post-coital pillow talk, never mind the fact that they’re strangers and Shige’s never even seen the man before.

Shige snorts. There’s a difference in his mind between rudeness and teasing and he knows full well which side the detective’s actions fell on. “Why do you care anyway? Why mention that someone else likes me when you just… you know… had sex with me…” Shige feels his cheeks burn red in the darkness, surprised that they don’t light up the gloom with the force of their glow.

“Because you want a relationship,” the man says, voice calm and still slightly tinged with amusement even as he shifts on the mattress and traces his fingers over Shige’s come-smeared belly in lazy patterns that have Shige’s belly twitching lightly at the touch.

“I don’t have time for a relationship,” is all Shige replies, not bothering to refute the man’s words when it’s become clear he knows more about Shige than Shige’s comfortable admitting. “And I don't need advice from a creepy pervert stalker thief.”

Laughter greets his words and Shige does his best to not let it affect him, especially when he’s being laughed at.

“A creepy pervert stalker thief that you just let fuck you,” is the reply, the amused and unfortunately accurate words bringing Shige’s embarrassment back to the surface.

“It was a minor lapse in judgment,” he grumbles, pushing the man’s hand off his belly and rolling off the bed, cursing when the corner of his nightstand jabs into the soft flesh near his kneecap. “And it’s been a while,” he adds in a low voice, like that excuses said minor lapse in judgment.

“I could tell.”

“Oh shut up. Don’t you have anyone else to burgle?”

“Not tonight. I always save you for last.”

Shige’s not sure what that’s supposed to mean. Is he supposed to feel comforted by that? A save the best for last sort of mentality? Confused, he fumbles his way across the room, ignoring his own nudity as he struggles to find the door to his bathroom. “Do you sleep with all your victims?” he asks as he finally finds the door, opening it and flicking the light on, turning to watch the warm golden glow spill out into the main area of the apartment.

His eyes widen when he sees that it’s completely empty. If it weren’t for the faint ache between his legs and the rumpled sheets on his bed he would have thought that he dreamed the whole thing. Instead he just curses again, irritated with himself and irritated with the thief as well.

It’s not until he’s showered and redressed in sweats and a t-shirt that he happens to glance at the wall and notice the painting is gone as well. He curses even louder and throws a pillow at the empty space where the painting once hung, ignoring the feeling that bubbles up in his belly at the thought that this meant that the pervert thief was bound to come back.

~*~*~

“So you fell asleep while waiting for him to come and he snuck in and took the painting?” Ryo asks, voice practically dripping with his disbelief and it takes all of Shige’s willpower to not blush at the unintentional pun his words create.

“Y-yes.”

“… you know, for a lawyer, you’re a terrible liar,” Ryo finally says, and Shige frowns at him.

“Look, I called you because you’re supposed to be working on my case, not so you can berate and belittle me. If you’re not going to even care that I’m being robbed, then just let me know and I’ll ask them to get me a detective who does care,” Shige says almost explosively, face no longer red from embarrassment but from irritation instead.

This finally gets a reaction out of Ryo, because no matter what he’s said so far, a case is a case and the last thing he wants is this snooty young lawyer to think that he doesn’t care about his work at all. “I’m just saying, Kato-san, is that there are a lot of holes and a general air of fishiness to your story. If you’re doing something illegal, then fine, but either learn to lie better, or learn to face the consequences of your actions.”

Shige bites his tongue before the words, is it illegal to have sex with the man who’s robbing you? slip out. That’s more information than he wants to share with the petite detective, or anyone really, and it’s irrelevant to the case anyway. He stares at Ryo (as the detective insisted he call him) intently for a moment before sighing.

“Fine. I waited up to try and catch him in the act. He… distracted me, and by the time I noticed, he was gone and the painting was too.” It was close enough to the truth without actually telling the older man that he’d allowed himself to be distracted with sex.

Ryo stares at him for a moment or two until Shige’s sure he can feel his blush growing deeper with every passing second. He lets out a sigh of relief when the detective doesn’t push the point further and merely turns away to inspect the area around the painting before moving on to the windows.

“He came in through a window,” Shige feels the need to add, when Ryo gives him a curious look at the now locked windows, despite the fact that it’s the middle of summer and a beautiful day outside.

“You’re nine stories up,” Ryo replies disbelievingly, even as he unlocks one of the windows and opens it to peer out.

“I am? Thank you, Detective, for reminding me just what floor I live on. I’d almost forgotten,” Shige can’t help but say, voice snarky. He was getting down to his last straw with this man.

“What I meant,” Ryo continues as he pulls his head back into the apartment from where he’d been leaning out the open window and inspecting the side of the building, “Is that you are nine stories up with no possible way for anything short of insects or a spider monkey to get into this place and you expect me to believe he came in through the window?”

“That or magic,” Shige says with a sigh as he feels another headache blooming behind his eyes. “And you know they don’t come into the city. They hate the steel.”

A soft grunt of agreement meets his statement. Everyone knows that magical creatures - once thought to be merely myths, but still popping up in rural areas - didn’t like the cities, but Ryo’s still too busy inspecting every inch of the apartment like he’s going to be able to pull the thief out of mid-air to agree more verbally. By the time he moves to the bed, Shige’s glad that he emptied the trashcan this morning, not needing evidence of last night’s minor indiscretion to be found by the caustic detective.

“Guess it can’t be helped.”

Shige finally glances over at the smaller man at those rather ambiguous words that seem to linger with an air of foreboding. “What can’t be helped?”

“I’ll just have to spend the night. See if your illusive little thief will show up,” Ryo answers, but his slightly manic grin that stretches his face - Shige didn’t even think it was possible for the man’s mouth to get that big - isn’t encouraging at all. It makes Shige feel more and more like he’s being hunted by more than one predatory creature.

He can’t say anything though, because he knows it’s a logical step. So far forensics have found nothing, no proof that anyone other than Shige has been in his apartment, and if this carries on much longer, not only is he going to lose any credibility, they’re going to start looking at him as the culprit.

Swallowing a little nervously, he manages to find his voice enough to answer. “Fine, I have to go back to my office for the afternoon, but I’ll be home around seven-thirty. You’re bringing dinner.” He gives the detective a hard look when he looks like he’s about to protest.

“Fine. But I’m bringing something I like,” he capitulates, albeit a little grumpily. Shige lets him out before grabbing his briefcase and jacket, slipping into his shoes and letting himself out, wondering as he locks the door behind him just what kind of situation he’s putting himself in.

~*~*~