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Chapter Ten: Ties that Bind

The bond that links your true family is not one of blood, but of respect and joy in each other's life. Rarely do members of one family grow up under the same roof.
-Richard Bach

The walk home was silent, each lost to their own thoughts. Saguru was thinking about what Kid had told him, and Kid's mind was turning over the next heist in his mind. They walked close together, clearly invading each other's personal space, but neither noticed, so distracted with their mental calculations.

They also didn't notice when their hands came together, clasping the other tightly. Kid noticed the odd looks they received, but brushed it off as a reaction to Saguru's infamous jacket. He did check quickly, to make sure none of his trickswere showing, before shrugging and returning to mentally composing the heist note he wanted to send that night.

“I guess this is where we part,” Saguru said, pausing on a street corner.

Kid glanced up, before smiling. “Guess so.” They shifted slightly uncomfortably, before Kid laughed at their embarrassment. “It's not like it's a date, Saguru.” he said, and stood on tiptoe, kissing Saguru's nose teasingly.

The blond coloured slightly, giving the thief a dark look before turning to head down his street as Kid turned down his. Both winced as their shoulders were pulled and turned, staring at their still connected hands confused, before meeting each other's gaze. “Um, right,” Kid stated, releasing Saguru's hand, shoving it into his pocket. “Bye.”

“Good night.” Saguru said, turning away and continuing down his street, trying to ignore his tingling hand, which was now cold without the thief's warmth.

Kid watched him walk away, giving a small sigh before shaking his head, turning for his own home.

--

It had started one Saturday, the exact day no one could quite recall. Aoko had lost yet another cellphone to a Kaito-related trick and as such, forced the magician to join her in replacing it. They had been halfway to the store when they ran into, quite literally, into Saguru.

The detective had been staking out a newspaper stand, waiting for the delivery of the morning edition. He yelped something in English as he hit the sidewalk, coffee flying off into the street. Coughing, he reached down and dislodged the elbow in his stomach, staring at the magician sprawled across him, and just beyond him, a girl bent over, laughing.

“So...come here often?” Kaito said, causing Aoko to fall down, unable to stop giggling. Saguru wondered if anyone would notice if he started banging his head against the sidewalk, before shifting, getting out from under the magician and standing, offering his hand to Kaito who took it, muttering a soft thanks.

One event led into another, and the twosome became five, the teens loitering around the cellphone store while Aoko picked out a new cellphone. Then someone got the bright idea for breakfast, and that was that.

Now, several Saturdays later, the five found themselves in the same diner at the same table, arguing over the same breakfast foods they did the previous Saturday, and the one before that, and the one before that. It was tradition, and nothing could stop it, be it homework, parents, or late night heists.

“Aoko, you get fish and eggs every week, for once I would like you to respect my issues and get pancakes,” Kid said, holding Aoko's menu out of her reach.

“Akako-chan! Your gerbil is trying to drink my coffee!” Keiko said, wrinkling her nose as she picked up the furry animal and handed it to the witch who accepted it, pouring creamer in her own coffee with her other hand.

“Sorry, blame Hakuba who let it loose,” replied Akako.

“I had nothing to do with your rodent.” Saguru said from across the table, sipping his coffee before taking the menu from Kid and handing it back to Aoko who promptly hit the magician with it. Kid made a face at her and licked a bit of whipped cream from his hot chocolate, his foot brushing over Saguru's.

At least, he thought it was Saguru's. Keiko yelped and glanced under the table, frowning at the mess of feet before shrugging and turning to share Akako's menu. A dove flapped its wings and three mugs went up in the air to avoid feathers, Akako simply covering hers as she turned a page in the menu. Aoko picked a feather from her water, sticking it over her ear as she handed Kid the menu again, the magician this time looking at it for breakfast.

“So who finished their homework?” Keiko asked, replacing her mug on the table after brushing it free of bird debris, glancing around.

Kid suddenly looked panicked and blinked at her. “Homework?”

“You know...we have to write a translation of chapter 54 for English, and we had to do the vocabulary words for chapter 3 in Chemistry.” Saguru said.

“We also had five pages to do for History, focusing on major influences of Japan on the world economic trade.” Akako said.

“Shit.” Kid laid his head on the table, wanting to bang against it.

“You have all weekend!” Aoko said, giggling. She patted Kid's head fondly before gathering the menus to hand to the waitress who came over. The orders were just as familiar and just as routine as the event itself. It had only changed once in their time visiting and that was when Kaito got a sandwich to take home for Jii.

The conversation drifted across various topics as they waited for their breakfasts to be cooked, sometimes breaking down into small arguments, other times members getting distracted into side talks, but as a whole, they covered the gambit from politics to music and even over a few recent Kid heists, which left Saguru stewing and glaring at Kid himself.

The plates were brought out, still steaming hot. The waitress handed the plates to Kid first, and he passed them around the table, taking a fry or a tiny sample bite (“Payment for Delivery,” he called it), before handing it to Aoko. He skipped her plate though, making a face at the fish. Once the plates were passed out, three forks landed in his scrambled eggs and he whimpered as half of them disappeared into the mouthes of the three who had their plates picked at.

The dove made its way back down the table, examining the plates before settling in front of Kid's, helping him eat his bacon, taking tiny bites, looking up at Kid every few times as if daring her master to question it. Akako set her gerbil on the table to free her hands, using an empty creamer packet to pour a bit of coffee for the small animal to enjoy while she ate.

“So what are you all doing after this?” Keiko asked, bouncing slightly in her seat, trying to chase a tomato around her plate.

“Task Force meeting.” Saguru said, sighing at the idea. It was the same thing every time, a pep talk of how they were going to get the Kid, ranting over not getting the Kid, followed by a summary of everything they already knew and the evidence they had, plus whatever bizarre tips were called in that week. Saguru probably knew more about the Kid now then he did three weeks ago, but he couldn't exactly tell the Task Force about the thief's dexterity with his tongue or how he groaned if you sucked just slightly on his neck.

“I wanna go!” Kid suddenly said and Saguru choked on his French Toast, causing Aoko to reach over and smack his back a few times.

Before Saguru could reply, Aoko answered the question. “I have to pick up groceries and dad's suits from the cleaners,” she said, offering Kid her toast (he sniffed it to see if it had been near the fish before accepting it).

“I wanna go!” he said, smearing jam on the toast before loading it with scrambled eggs.

“Mm, I believe I am going to the tanning salon before picking up more pickled frogs legs.” Akako said, feeding her gerbil a bit of pancake.

“I wanna go!” Kid said, mouth full of toast. “I'll even pay for the frog legs!”

Keiko giggled at the thief, sipping her coffee. “I think I'm going to jail for attempting to overthrow the government and will be there for ten to fifty years.” she said, watching Kid.

“I wanna go!” he said as expected, passing his half finished noodles to Akako whom added it to her own.

“Why do you want to go everywhere?” Aoko questioned, accepting the pepper Saguru passed her for her fish.

“Don't wanna go home.” Kid said, shrugging and reaching across the table, snagging a piece of Saguru's bacon since the dove had eaten most of his. “Mom has a huge chore list for me. Redoing the grout in the bathroom was not my idea for a fun Saturday.”

Aoko patted his head as Keiko covered her mouth, giggling.

--

Kid sat on the edge of the roof, pressing his binoculars to his eyes, studying the layout of the park across the street. He glanced down at the notepad next to him, making a note before checking back, watching the workmen constructing a wooden stage, making another note before looking up as a shadow crossed his paper.

Akako smiled at him, offering him a bento box before taking a seat on the roof next to him, legs dangling over the sides. Kid stared at the box for a moment, examining it for anything odd before opening the lid, smiling at the happy little rice balls smiling up at him. “Thank you,” he said softly, setting the lid aside and taking the offered chopsticks from her.

“You're welcome,” Akako said, breaking her own chopsticks before unpacking two sodas, offering one to Kid. She then selected a piece of sushi, happily chewing on it as she stared over at the park.

Kid watched her, shuddering for a moment at the pink salmon pieces sticking out of rice in her box before selecting one of the small, smiling rice balls and popping it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. “Why did you do this?” he asked, looking at her, referring to the lunch.

Akako smiled at him, opening her soda. “Because you needed it. You've been up here most of the day.”

“Yes, but...”

“It's a friend thing, Kid. Don't worry about it.” She took a sip of her soda before picking up the binoculars, looking through them at the park and the stage being built. “Ah. I see.” she commented, nodding her head causing Kid to raise an eyebrow at her. She smiled at him, setting the binoculars back down. “Do you have a plan yet?”

“Of course. I have plans for my plans.” he said smugly, laughing as she nudged him in the side for that. He offered her his umeboshi, which she accepted, deep red lips closing around the pickled fruit, pulling it free of the chopsticks. “I hear it's going to be this huge blow out.” he said, gesturing to the park. “A huge party just for a gem. Dancers, games, all sorts of entertainment.”

“They are, I've seen the program list.” Akako said, ignoring his look at her comment. “My Oriental dance troupe was hired to perform.” Her lips curved into a smile as his eyes widened. She ate a piece of sushi, sucking the wasabi sauce from her thumb as she waited for what she knew was coming.

“Akako-chan...” Kid said, scooting closer to her. “I need a favor...”

--

Saguru sighed, checking his pocket watch again before leaning back against the wall, adjusting the ear piece around the shell of his ear. It was his first heist night off desk duty, his first chance to 'officially' chase Kid since his arm had been broken two weeks previous, and he was eager to get back to the chase.

Though he wondered how making out with the thief in question on a near daily basis was going to effect the night.

The festival around him was in full swing, visitors laughing and chattering away happily as they sampled Indian delicacies and waited eagerly for the night's crowning glory. The unveiling of the Rajaratna Ruby. The ancient headdress the ruby was set in was said to have once graced the head of one of the most beautiful Rani in India.

Saguru had no interest in the jewel coloured dancers now taking the main stage, his focus purely set on the thief scheduled to arrive sometime during their performance. As the dance troupe started their show, bodies seductively embracing the rhythmic music, he shifted away from the wall and scanned the crowd, a hand moving up to his ear piece to better hear the chatter across the police line over the music.

They were a quarter of the way into the main performance when Saguru turned his attention back towards the stage, eyes narrowed as he scanned back over the crowd before resting on the dancing troupe. It was almost time for the ruby to be unveiled and Kid had yet to be seen.

He watched, as the girls swirled their way around the stage, large veils open behind their heads, skirts swirling about in a rainbow blending of colour. As they moved, a soft, flesh coloured spot started to appear in the center of the group. The girls shifted outward, away from the spot, each bit of empty space filling with more and more of the light beige until it became obvious it was another figure in the center of the group, unmoving, frozen in time.

The figure had their back to the crowd, the light of the torches illuminating the festival playing over the sleek muscles and fine contours on display. A long line of either flesh coloured gauze or tissue paper thin silk ran up the back, connecting to a gold collar around the figure's neck, teasing the audience with the bare hiding of flesh. It connected down, becoming a sarong around the figure's hips, hiding little, just opaque enough to show shadows of the thighs and calves underneath.

Saguru licked his lips as his eyes traced the form, starting at the veiled and bowed head, slowly traveling down past a smooth neck, over firm, shapely shoulders, caressing each dip and plain of that well muscled back. He lingered on the barley there curve of hips showing over the sarong, sliding down over the fine curves that the fabric caressed, before feasting on the legs that were turning, sliding through the slits on either side.

As the figure turned, now facing the audience, Saguru's eyes drifted back up, taking note of just how high the slits ran before examining the bared stomach and chest. He had a sudden, irrational urge to run his tonguein a line down the center of the torso, matching the cloth line on the man's back.

For there was no doubt that this dancer was anything but male. Light, lithe, a body toned to the more graceful of sports...but quite masculine, and very much the turn on. A modern day slave boy.

The music shifted from the rowdy, percussion driven beats the girls had used, to a slower, more seductive sound, accented with wood and wind instruments. The man began to move, slowly, gracefully, arms curling up over his body in elegant arches, gold bands on his upper arms twinkling happily, drawing attention up that bare torso to the fingers weaving intricate patterns in the air. Hips, so delicately caressed by sheer fabric slid easily against the music, each gesture more an expression of spirit and soul then an attempt to arouse as the girls had been.

But it was arousing, not only for the visual delight of flesh and barley-glimpsed body, but the passion the movements spoke of, the un-touchedfeelings each smooth movement cried out. Saguru watched hungrily, taking in each dip, each twist, every tiny pattern gold accented fingers wove in the night air.

In a near trance, Saguru moved closer to the stage, ignoring the questioning over the ear piece about his movements. He reached up, removing the offending electronic, eyes still locked on the dancing figure as he slid it into his trouser pocket. He stopped at the edge of the crowd, so close to the stage he could see the sweat slowly rolling down the man's stomach as it undulated before him.

The music started to pick up a bit, primal rhythms being added to the soft, floaty instruments. There was a jungle drum now, adding a deep, rich undercurrent to the music, the pace rising as a heart beat, matching each one of Saguru's own passion fueled pulsations. The hips before him shifted in time, hitting the crest of the drums pounding with sharp clarity before swinging back to match the next rising climax.

Saguru pushed himself to the closest possible location near the stage without standing out, blatant and hungry with his staring as he studied the hips that so closely matched the pounding of his heart, tongue darting out to wet his dry lips. He almost bit his tongue as cymbals crashed suddenly over the sounds of the drum, not expecting the sound nor the sight of those hypnotic hips to suddenly push forward, body snaking in a reptilian fashion after, the body reacting to a sinful shock. It was a quick and blatant set of thrusts, perfectly matching each ringing cry that set the tone for what was to come.

Strings blended in with the drums and winds, the sounds exotic, wild and abandoned now. While the dance that had drawn Saguru in had been about freedom and soul, this was a passionate and eager seduction. No longer was it simply hips and arms to be a lure, but now the whole body. Barefaced and unabashed, each curve of the back, each arching of leg and torso, ever thrust, each rise, each movement offering the body for display, for enticement.

The dance called out to the viewers, filling their heads with idle fantasies and illicit dreams. It screamed “Look at me! This is what I have to offer you, claim me, possess me, corrupt me!”.

Saguru wanted to do all those things to that delicious body.

The man raised his hands up again, this time sliding them behind his neck, fingers slipping into hidden holders on the long stream of gauze up his back, releasing it from the necklace. As he drew them back out, the veil covering his eyes lifted, sliding away to reveal intense blue, heavily rimmed in kohl and shadow. If the body had drawn Saguru in, those eyes drowned him. He wanted to stare into those eyes as that body rose above him, hips rocking against his own, fulfilling all the promises the man had silently made.

The crowd cheered as the man danced, torchlight merrily shining from the facets in the ruby adorning the man's barely visible forehead. It was the crowning piece of the night's festival, the restored and rejuvenated Rajaratna Ruby. The size of both of Saguru's thumbs pressed together, it lay vertically down the dancer's forehead, dipping just shy of the plain between his eyebrows. The rich gold setting reflecting the reds from the stone and the lights dancing off of it, bouncing the colours into the smaller diamonds and emeralds that accented the piece.

There was a shift in the crowd, as people waited with thinly concealed excitement, some glancing at their watches, others at the sky, eager for the climax of the show to begin, for Kaitou Kid to arrive.

And just as the final seconds ticked down, the last few moments of hurried anticipation settled over the crowd, the stage exploded.

It was instant pandemonium. The crowd screaming, pushing, doing anything to flee. The Task Force running from their posts to bring order to the chaos, and over it all, the sound of rapid gunfire. Saguru dove for the ruined stage, brining his hand up to his face to cover his hand and mouth, trying to keep the thick, choking smoke from entering his lungs.

The front half of the stage was a ruined mess, broken and destroyed. Saguru was glad he had seen, absently, the girls leave the stage for the man's performance. But of the man himself, there was no trace. Where he had been, just scant minutes before, was now a gaping hole.

Saguru jerked at the stage, testing it to see if he could climb up and look at that hole, only to be forced to crouch, as the stage splintered and shook, bullets slamming into the ruined wood. In the smoke above him, he caught a bare glimpse of a humanoid shape, before suddenly something was flying over him, twisting in the air to land in a crouch.

Saguru stared through the poisonous smoke into fiery blue eyes, something twisting violently in his stomach. Saguru had looked into the eyes of many people in his career, finding many of the truths and lies residing there.

Only one man had ever been un-afraid, no matter what the situation. Only one man had ever had that same twinkle of amusement as chaos reigned. Only one set of clear blue eyes had ever made his stomach want to leave his body and tap dance across a tight rope.

“Kid,” he breathed, and time reserted itself. That mere set of seconds they had to stare at each other were over and Kid was plunging into the crowd. Saguru shook himself and took off after, cursing as he found himself deep in the middle of the rush to get away from the danger.

He felt like a rock caught in a raging river. He was pushed on from all sides, the force of each push sending him along with it until another force pushed back. He kept going forward, unable to stop and get his bearings, lest he become a victim of the mob. A flash of beige out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he forced his way through the crowd towards it.

Kid was kneeling in the middle of the thundering crowd, which was growing larger with each second, fed from the rest of the festival goers deeper in the darkness realizing something was going on. He was hunched, shielding something tightly, unable to leave or even stand.

Saguru slid his gun back into his holster and knelt next to Kid, finally seeing what the thief was shielding. A young toddler, no more then three was curled in Kid's arms, sobbing hysterically. Blood stained the boy's side and arm, the limb looking twisted oddly.

Saguru reached out slowly, careful not to startle either the boy or thief. Kid looked up and moved, handing the boy to Saguru who cradled the toddler close, his own body instinctively moving into a more protective stance to keep the boy safe. Free of the toddler, Kid pulled the veils from his head and face. Twisting one of them quickly between his nimble fingers, he wrapped it around the wound on the boy's leg, tying it tight enough to put pressure on the wound but not to turn it into a tourniquet. With the second veil, he wrapped it around the boy's neck, carefully moving the broken arm into the sling.

The boy's tears were slowing, and Kid smiled at the sleepy face peering at him. He gently tapped the boy's nose before looking up at Saguru. “We need to get out of here.” he said and Saguru nodded. This was not a random event. The gunmen had targeted the stage, right at the time Kid was supposed to appear, planning on the thief's punctuality.

If Kid left, it was doubtful the gunmen would break tradition and open fire on a crowd again.

Kid pushed closer to Saguru and they stood together, shielding the toddler between them. They started moving instantly, not sure where to go but simply moving so they would no longer be a buffer to the crowd and in danger.

As they moved, Kid was palming two objects that had been hidden under the head veils, one was a ear piece much like Saguru's own, the other was a small remote control. He slid the ear piece on, listening for a moment before directing Saguru to head left, raising the remote control above his head, hoping that there wasn't cellphone interference as he depressed the a black button.

There was a series of small popping sounds, ropes falling from the curtains around the stage. As the last one fell, the satin curtains started to expand and float up into the air. Below the edges, Saguru could see a faint gray material. As it rose higher, Saguru had trouble not snorting in laughter.

The propelled blimp started flying away, curtain sliding off of it, 'Kid' waving merrily as it floated away into the night.

Saguru no longer needed Kid to tell to tell him which direction to go. Nakamori's curses could be heard over the rumble of the crowd and he headed in that direction. Spotting the task force leader out of the way of the crowd, snapping orders into his walkie-talkie, Saguru shifted the sleeping boy, tapping Nakamori's shoulder. When the man turned, ready to snap the head off the person interrupting him, Saguru shoved the boy into his arm.

“Sorry, gotta go, he had a broken arm, got caught in the stampede, check in later.” he said in a rush before grabbing Kid's wrist and pulling him back into the crowd. The thief stumbled, snickering over the shocked look on Nakamori's face.

“How are we going to get out of here?” Kid asked, getting his snickers under control.

“Do you know how to drive?” Saguru asked over his shoulder and Kid nodded then shook his head.

“Only motorcycles!”

“Works for me,” Saguru muttered and twisted their direction, heading for the parking lot. He found what he wanted easily and held out his badge...which served no purpose as the badge indicated he was a member of the Scotland Yard Playgang, but at a distance it looked official enough. “I'm commandeering this vehicle by authority of the Metropolitan Police Department Investigative Group Two!”

The driver of the motorcycle blinked at the pair and Kid's mouth moved silently, as if trying to repeat the words Saguru rushed out. Saguru handed over his official business card and took the keys from the young man's hand, handing them to Kid who bent down, reaching between his legs and pulling up the ends of his sarong, tucking them into his waist to create a pair of gauze shorts.

Kid then climbed on, starting the motorcycle, Saguru following after, wrapping his arms around Kid's waist. “Call them tomorrow to get it back!” he yelled at the young man as the bike started up. Kid didn't bother with reversing, and instead rode the bike up onto the sidewalk and straight down the walkway, before jumping the curb into the street.

--

The ride was made in silence, the adrenaline fueling the teens fading to a level that kept them just behind the plateau of panic. The lust and desire Saguru had been feeling earlier when Kid danced was resurfacing, build by the feeling of sweaty, bare flesh pressed against him, the vibrating machine between his thighs.

He tried to distract himself, focusing on the events at the festival and the possible out come, but the spicy scent of Kid's cologne and the warm body pressed against him kept distracting him, drawing him back into the haze he had experienced earlier.

“Head to my house!” he called over the roaring wind and Kid nodded, taking the next right, heading for the Hakuba family's manor house. They passed groups of police cars heading the other direction, Kid moderating the speed to keep them from being noticed, the ride taking only a few minutes on the emptying streets.

Kid pulled up outside the gate to Saguru's house, idling the bike as the detective slipped off. Saguru stared up at the dark house before looking back at the thief who was staring at the road before him. “Come on.” he called and Kid turned, cocking an eyebrow before shutting off the motorcycle.

Saguru didn't comment, instead heading for the front gate, keying in the entry code and slipping through as soon as it was open wide enough for a person. Kid followed silently, absently turning the motorcycle keys over in his hand. He followed Saguru up the porch steps and into the house once Saguru opened the door.

Saguru led him up the stairs, making sure he walked slow enough that Kid could follow, although he doubted the thief would really have much trouble getting around in the dark house. Once on the second floor, he turned left into his bedroom and waited.

Kid had paused in the hallway, studying an oriental vase Saguru's mother had bought on her last visit to the country. He turned it over in his hands, examining the bottom before smiling and setting it down. He patted the vase before joining Saguru in his room, tilting his head as he watched the detective, moving to the side when Saguru reached around the detective to shut the door, lock clicking loudly into place in the silence.

Saguru stared down into Kid's eyes, his fingers still gripping the lock, unsure where to go from here. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, hand moving on its own as it wrapped around Kid's bare waist, pulling the thief closer. He took a breath, trying not to think, to rationalize his wants and desires, instead moving forward, pushing Kid back against the wall before swooping down, pressing their lips together.

The moment their lips touched, the wall damming his feeling crumbled and he groaned, opening his mouth, hungrily consuming the lips against his. Kid moaned into Saguru's mouth, opening his mouth to the insistent tongue, sucking eagerly on it, clinging to Saguru's shoulders.

Saguru's hands slid down Kid's body, pulling at the sarong that had fallen back down around Kid's legs, pushing it up to touch the skin of Kid's thighs. He gripped the back of them tightly, lifting the thief up, pushing his hips against Kid's as the thief's legs wrapped around him.

Saguru pulled away from the kiss, his mouth hungrily nipping and sucking on Kid's jaw and neck, tongue sliding across the flesh. “Remember what I said about slow?” he asked, voice raspy, thick.

Kid nodded, eyes closed tightly, a moan spilling from him as Saguru went back to sucking on the flesh of his neck and collar. “Yes,” he managed to get out, legs tightening, pulling Saguru's hips harder against his.

“Forget it.” Saguru said, pulling away from the wall, one arm wrapped around Kid's bad, the other around his hips, holding him tightly as he backed towards the bed before turning and dropping Kid gently onto it.

Kid laughed as he bounced on the bed, smiling up at Saguru. “That went faster then I thought it would,” he said, teasing Saguru. He sat up, kissing Saguru hungrily, hands pushing at Saguru's suit jacket, forcing it from the blond before nimble fingers went to the shirt underneath, unbuttoning them with a speed only a magician could manage.

He pulled from the kiss, causing Saguru to whimper. With a smile, he pushed open Saguru's shirt, latching his mouth eagerly onto a darkened nipple, sucking as his nails lightly raked down Saguru's torso to his waistband, sliding the belt open.

Saguru hissed at the feel of Kid's teeth against the sensitive flesh, one hand sliding into the thick brown hair, the other fumbling for the lamp, managing to turn it on on the third try. By then Kid had his pants unbuttoned and half zipped, mouth moving to a patch of skin on Saguru's upper stomach that was taunting him.

Kid yelped slightly, as Saguru pushed him back, falling against the pillows with a laugh, staring eagerly at the blond above him. He felt a faint blush starting across his body from being stared at so intently, and he reached up, using Saguru's belt loops to pull the detective on the bed. “Don't just stare,” he said, kissing Saguru.

Saguru hungrily returned the kisses, thrusting his tongue into Kid's mouth, sliding it over Kid's as his hands drifted down the thief's body, exploring everything he could. Pushing up Kid's sarong, he caressed the smooth, satin skin of Kid's thighs, a shiver running through him as Kid nipped at his tounge. Pulling his mouth away from the head inducing kiss, he started to venture to more southern locations, pausing to suck on the hollowof Kid's throat, before doing what he wanted to earlier that evening and using the tip of his tongue to lick a long line down the center of Kid's chest.

Kid groaned, lifting his legs, wrapping them around Saguru's hips, whimpering softly as their bodies pressed together tightly. Saguru pushed into those hips, sliding them together, moaning at the friction. He thrust his tongue into Kid's navel, a crude imitation of what he wanted to do to the thief's body. He moved on, sucking on the flesh just below Kid's belly button, his nails lightly running over the flesh of Kid's thigh before pushing the sarong all the way up, mouth moving to the crease between the thief's thigh and pelvis, first tonguing the sensitive flesh, before latching onto it, sucking.

Kid groaned deeply, eyes shut tightly, his hands clenching on Saguru's shoulder, giving a small whimper as his hips pushed, wanting more then a teasing caress. His mind flickered, random thoughts and images assaulting him before simply blanking out, swamped with feelings and emotions.

Saguru lifted his mouth, examining the reddening skin, pleased with the mark before moving down Kid's inner thigh. He paused, as the hands on his shoulders tightened to a painful level, raising his head to look up at Kid, to question.

The eyes looking back at him were wide, panicked. Saguru frowned, sitting back on his heels, studying the thief who waisted no time scrambling up and back against the headboard, looking at Saguru as if he were the devil made flesh.

“Saguru?” The thief questioned, fear in his voice, eyes darting around the room before returning to Saguru's face. “What's going on?”

Saguru was silent, staring at the thief, before his eyes narrowed, moving closer towards Kid, only to stop when the other teen flinched. “Kaito?” he questioned, turning the situation over in his mind, pieces falling into place that didn't make sense.

Kaito didn't answer, his body trembling, hand shaking as it raised to rub at his chest. “Stop...” he whispered to himself, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on the feelings swamping his brain, feeling like he was losing control of everything.

Saguru's eyes widened as he realized Kaito's breathing had increased, sharp pants spilling from the boy's lips. “Oh shit.” He scrambled across the bed, moving Kaito so the teen was laying back against his chest, half laying across his right side. “Breathe, Kaito.” he whispered, moving Kaito's hand to rub the teen's chest himself, feeling the rapid heartbeat under his hand. “In...out...breathe with me...”

Kaito gave a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut tightly, trying to match his breathing to Saguru's, his head swimming from the feeling of being lightheaded. “Hurts,” he whispered, hand clutching at Saguru's thigh from a sudden sharp pain in his chest.

“I know, don't think about it, breathe.” Saguru whispered, stroking his hand through Kaito's hair before returning to rub the teen's chest. He was confused and frustrated, desperate to understand what was going on. But right now, all that mattered was stopping the panic attack. “Breathe,” he whispered again, trying to keep Kaito's focus. “It's all alright, just breathe.”