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[Magic Kaito] Stress Relief pt 1 of 2
Title: Stress Relief
Author: Icka! M. Chif
Rating: MATURE
Word Count: 16,397
Warnings: PWP (plot? what plot?/porn without plot) This means sex. Between guys. And toys. And some minor bondage.
Author's Note: For the First DC/MK Anon Kink Meme, way back in Jan/Feb 08. Wow that's one hell of a one shot. Happy Birthday from me!
Summary: Pairing: Hakuba Saguru/Kuroba Kaito. Scenario: Kaito gives Saguru what he always wanted -- complete and utter control. BSDM/slave ideas are always awesome!

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When their classmates had first heard the bet between Kuroba and himself, there had been much teasing and laughter. Hakuba Saguru versus the Kaitou Kid, it was an old story by now, and Hakuba usually lost.

And then Saguru had won the bet. True, Kid had gotten away, but Kid always got away. It was to the point that it didn't even sting as much as it once had, Kid's retreating back merely meaning the beginning of a new match a little later on.

But the terms of the bet hadn't dealt with the Kid getting away, but the Kid getting away with his prize. And in that aspect, Saguru won. The thief had temporarily managed to get his hands on the large rare jewel, but Saguru had gotten it away from the Kid in the end.

The Loser Had To Do Anything The Winner Wanted From Sundown To Sunrise.

Suddenly, it wasn't quite as funny. Aoko-kun had thrown the biggest temper tantrum at him, stating that it had not been a fair deal, as Kuroba had bet on someone else while Saguru had wagered on himself. He had shrugged her complaints off and Kuroba had been silent on it as well, not speaking up on his own behalf.

After all, Kuroba had bet on himself as well. Or on his sexy alter ego, the Kaitou Kid. But that was something they did not speak about, at least in public.

And now, Kuroba was here. Saguru was guessing that the magician was currently regretting the word choice of their agreement, as 'anything' left quite a few possibilities open.

Some of which Saguru planned on taking full advantage of. But first, he had to let Kuroba into the house.

He opened the door before Kuroba could ring the doorbell again, having requested that Kuroba arrive at his house a few minutes to sunset, the oranges and reds of the sky highlighting Kuroba's fair features in liquid gold. "Hey." Kuroba said, his expression neutral. "I'm here."

"Thank you for arriving slightly early." Saguru said, shutting the door behind him and leaning against the door frame. "I wanted to go over a few things with you before the terms of our agreement started."

Kuroba's left eyebrow flickered upwards in a slightly sceptical show of emotion. "Okay."

"What are you not willing to do?" Saguru questioned. "I do not mean things such as murder, theft, or illegal acts, which I sincerely hope that you know me well enough to know that I would not ask for such."

He got a bland shrug in return. "The agreement was 'anything' the winner wants." Kuroba pointed out, almost mulish in his lack of understanding.

"And I want to know your limitations." Saguru said firmly. "So that I might know mine."

That earned him a blank look. Saguru sighed. "Are you comfortable with housekeeping?"

Kuroba shrugged. "I'm pretty good at dusting and floors but you don't want me cooking."

Which wasn't a problem, Saguru had not actually planned on making Kuroba do household chores. "Laundry?"

A nod. "I do my own."

Probably to keep his Mother from finding things that she shouldn't in his pockets. Or because he neglected to clean out his pockets a few too many times. "Karaoke?"

He got a look in return as if silent requesting that Saguru stop pulling his leg. "Upon occasion."

"Sex?"

Kuroba quickly went back to the neutral face. Saguru rubbed the bridge of his nose, resisting the urge to sigh. "Either answer the question or leave, Kuroba." He was serious about needing to know just how far he could push the magician. Kuroba reneging on his word was a very remote possibility, the prankster was known for keeping his promises, but Saguru did not wish to push him too far past his comfort levels and make him regret doing so.

"... I figured it was a possibility." Kuroba granted, nothing in his tone or expression giving away if it was a -welcome- possibility.

"How much experience do you have?"

A wary shrug. "You've seen my dating life."

Which was practically non-existent, save for hanging around with Aoko-kun, which seemed to be more along the lines of bickering close friends than a dating couple. "Do you have any preferences?"

Kuroba's jaw opened slightly, and then shut. Probably not something anyone had ever asked him about.

"Sex with me?" Saguru asked bluntly. "That is not a guarantee, I am merely going over options."

"I..." Kuroba hesitated, stalling for time to form an answer. Either that or he'd gotten side-tracked with the idea of Saguru winning the bet to make Kuroba have sex with someone else. 'Anything' truly did leave the door wide open for a mind boggling number of possibilities.

Saguru smirked ruefully. "Absolutely repulsive, or not?" If that was not a way of setting himself up to be shot down, Saguru did not know one.

"... Not?" Kuroba said, but there was a cautious look in his eyes.

"Kinks?" Saguru said with a nod. Okay, not shot down. That was something. He could work with that.

Kuroba shrugged. Clean slate there, probably from either lack of opportunity or ignorance due to focusing his energies elsewhere. Saguru would bet the later.

"Squicks?"

"Pain?" Kuroba ventured. "I'm really not fond of the sight of blood." Particularly his own, of which there had been enough shed.

"Neither am I." Saguru assured him. "How good are you at back massages?"

"Never given one." Although Saguru was certain that Kuroba would be excellent at it, once shown. Kuroba had the most wonderful agile hands.

"Food allergies?"

"I don't care for fish." Kuroba admitted, but Saguru already knew that. Aoko-kun had certainly chased Kuroba around the classroom with a fish enough times for him to pick up that bit of information. "And yes, I do have all my shots." He added sarcastically.

Saguru smirked. Finally, some of the magician's usual attitude. Or ire, it was really hard to tell between the two sometimes. "Anything I should know before I invite you in?"

Kuroba gave him a sizing look. "Can I request that nothing that happens here gets talked about to others afterwards?"

"That goes both ways, of course." Saguru nodded. "I was not planning on discussing tonight’s events with anyone anyway." What was Kuroba expecting him to do? Gloat about it at school afterwards?

... Probably. Although a few veiled hints dropped here and there probably would not be amiss...

"Good." Kuroba fixed him with an intense look, one that would be expected on the face of the Kaitou Kid than Kuroba Kaito. "But I'm not going to forget anything that happens tonight." With the intent of issuing revenge at a later date, of course.

"Good." Saguru opened the door behind him. "I am glad." He sincerely hoped that Kuroba did not forget. And that he might actually learn a few things along the way.

He stepped inside, turning on the front hall light since the sunlight had faded beyond comfortable vision levels. Baayaa probably would scold him later for stepping outside without wearing house-scuffs, even if it had just been only as far as the front step. When he turned around again, Kuroba was standing in the dark blue-grey of twilight, the sun having set during their conversation. "Please, come in."

Kuroba paused a moment, looking at him with serious dark eyes that almost seemed like black pools in the dim light. Saguru waited, half wondering if Kuroba was about to run. Then Kuroba stepped inside, shutting the door behind him, his face that neutral expression he'd been wearing when Saguru opened the door.

Time, start.

Kuroba waited, just watching Saguru and Saguru felt his lips twitch. "Shoes off, please." He requested with a tilt of his head, acknowledging Kuroba's minor act of defiance. The magician definitely had his pride, something that Saguru was going to have to be careful to navigate to get to a conclusion that was successful for both of them.

But for that, there needed to be some rules to navigate by.

"Rule One." He said as Kuroba bent over to remove his trainers and slip into the house-scuffs Saguru had left out for him. Kuroba looked up at him, opening his mouth to either protest, or say something witty and Saguru silenced him by cupping the magician's chin with his hand, placing his thumb over Kuroba's lips. "No Speaking."

Kuroba's expression didn't change, but something flashed through his eyes, surprise or panic, it was difficult to interpret. By forbidding speech, Saguru was removing one of the magician's greatest assets and defence mechanisms, words. "Speach is only permissible to say 'Stop' if you are truly uncomfortable. And I -will- stop. Is this understood?"

Hesitation warred with something in Kuroba's eyes for a moment, and then he nodded, just once. Eyes truly were the windows to the soul. Saguru wondered if it was because so few people ever got close enough to Kuroba to see more than the masks that he showed. He gave Kuroba a faint smile as he released his face. "Also, if you cannot speak, you cannot divulge any possible secrets that you might keep."

This time when Kuroba nodded, there was a gauging look in his eyes, as he had just been handed an unexpected puzzle and was wondering the best way to open it. "Also, while you are here," Saguru pulled a black leather collar out of a pocket and offered it to Kuroba. "Please wear this. Either you can put it on, or I can, it is your choice."

Kuroba had gone back to sullen as he took the collar and fit around his own neck. Saguru had oiled and worked on the leather previous to Kuroba's arrival until it was flexible and soft to the touch. Hard leather was somewhat grating against the skin, unless that was the goal one was going for.

"The collar is not intended to be a mark of ownership." Saguru said, straightening the leather after Kuroba had fastened it, checking to make sure that it was not so loose that it would rub or so tight as to cut off circulation. Nor was the leather band intended to be as a display of commitment, as a collar was in some circles, akin to a wedding ring. "But serve as reminder."

He got another gauging look in return, as if to say that Kuroba didn't need any other reminders that he had lost their bet. "This, on the other hand, is completely for me." Saguru grinned broadly, pulling out a small lock, the kind a child might use to lock their diary and fastening it around the two metal loops of the collar, locking it in place. He shifted it so that the lock hung nestled against the curves of Kuroba's collarbones, exposed by the v-shape of Kuroba's shirt collar. "And I've finally got you under lock and key."

The look he got was just shy of poisonous. "I am certain that you could unlock that in under ten seconds with a paper clip." Saguru informed him, holding up the key tied onto a loop of string, and then hung it from the doorknob so it was in plain sight. "But I would appreciate it if you did not. The key is right there for when you leave in the morning."

Kuroba looked at the key for a long moment, probably debating on his chances of grabbing the key and making a run for it. Which were pretty high, although Saguru would be disappointed. Saguru had already resolved that just this once, he would not chase Kuroba if he did flee. It would not serve any purpose other than to make the magician more wary of him.

"Come in." Saguru instructed, stepping further inside. "Father is away on a business trip and Baayaa went with him to make sure that he eats, so we will not be interrupted." Unless Aoko-kun took it to mind to intrude. He fervently hoped that she did not.

Kuroba followed hesitantly, glancing around as if expecting some sort of trick or trap to spring out at any moment. Which, given their past history as Hunter and Hunter, Saguru was not entirely surprised to see. A little saddened, but not surprised. "Have you eaten dinner?" He inquired. "You may nod or shake your head for yes and no, Kuroba."

Kuroba made a face in return, as if to express that he'd already figured that out, thanks, then shook his head. "Excellent." Saguru nodded, motioning Kuroba into the dining room. "I had originally planned on ordering out for dinner, but when Baayaa heard that I had a friend coming over, I am afraid she got slightly carried away."

It was actually rather embarrassing, how happy the housekeeper had gotten when she had discovered that Saguru had a 'friend' his own age coming over. His social life had certainly been a bit more active in London, but he hadn't thought it to be -that- terribly bad here. He certainly kept busy enough.

"I hope you do not mind steak." Saguru said as he motioned to the dinner table. There was only one setting, he had assured Baayaa that he could set the table properly to avoid suspicion. He motioned to the chair to the right of the head of the table, which was already pulled out. "Medium well, I'm afraid it got a little over done when I warmed it in the oven. Please, sit."

He got an incredulous look as Kuroba realised that there was only one place setting. "I am not going to eat and force you to watch while you starve, Kuroba." Saguru said with mild humour, motioning for the magician to take his seat again. "Sit."

Kuroba did so, with the grace of an irritated cat and managing to move the chair farther away from Saguru's seat than it had originally been arranged. Saguru nodded absently and sat down at the head of the table, removing the domed cover from the platter. The smell of roasted beef covered with a sauce and vegetables wafted through the air, reminding him that afternoon tea had been several hours ago. Kuroba's expression had fallen into the neutral mask once again, making Saguru wonder how often Kuroba used masks to get through situations he wasn't comfortable with.

It would explain quite a bit about the Kaitou Kid's smiling face, actually.

Saguru placed his napkin in his lap, picking up the fork and knife, quickly slicing the large steak into bite-size pieces. There was certainly enough on the plate for two people. "Itadakimasu." He said quietly, and then offered Kuroba the first bite of steak with a dollop of sauce on it.

Kuroba gave him a puzzled look, and then reached up to take the fork. "No." Saguru chided. "I will feed you." This earned him another incredulous look as the magician dropped his hand, as if Kuroba couldn't believe that he was expected to eat in such a manner. Saguru raised an eyebrow. He was -not- going to tell Kuroba to 'Say Ah'. Kuroba gave him a mulish look back. "Need I remind you of the terms of agreement?" Saguru asked archly.

Kuroba obediently opened his mouth and Saguru placed the morsel against Kuroba's lips, the magician hesitantly biting the meat and slowly sliding it off the fork. It would have appeared to have been a sensual act if it weren’t for the irritated look in Kuroba's eyes. Saguru allowed himself a brief moment to imagine feeding Kuroba with his fingers, feeling those lips and tongue instead of just admiring them.

Saguru dismissed the fantasy, turning his attention to the plate and took a bite of meat, chewing slowly and savouring the flavours. He kept an oblique eye on the slightly fidgeting Kuroba, waiting until the magician had chewed and swallowed the first bite before offering him a second. Kuroba gave him another suspicious look, then leaned forward slightly and took the bite from the fork, before glancing away and chewing defiantly. Saguru ignored the slight display of temper and ate a bite of the steak.

He speared a piece of steamed carrot with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba eyed the vegetable for a moment before leaning forward and eating it. He appeared to be a little hesitant as he tasted it, and then swallowed it with a slight nod as if to say that it wasn't half bad. Not half good, but not half bad either.

Saguru attempted to hide his amusement as he tried a carrot as well. Perhaps not quite as firm as he would have liked, but certainly not bad. Juicy, with just the right touch of butter and spices. Baayaa had outdone herself tonight.

He continued to surreptitiously watch Kuroba, who didn't seem to know what to do with his hands. Usually eating was a full sensory experience, you saw the food, you smelled the food, you tasted the food, you heard its subtle sounds and you touched the food with either your hands or the utensils. But with Saguru feeding him, Kuroba was unable to do the last part, which was the majority of the activity in the act of eating. So he kept making half-aborted gestures that looked awkward for the usually graceful magician.

"If you are unable to keep your hands still-" Saguru commented as he held another bite for Kuroba to take, Kuroba's hand twitching to take the fork. "-I will tie them together."

Kuroba gave him a wide-eyed look of disbelief, and then pulled the piece of meat off the fork with his mouth. He chewed slowly, looking at Saguru appraisingly, as if calculating just how far he could push Saguru. Saguru schooled his face into a placid expression. He meant every word that he spoke. After all, this would not work if Kuroba could not trust what he said.

Saguru ate a bite of steak, his attention more on the magician than the food's rich flavours. Kuroba was subtly watching him as well and Saguru was unsurprised to spot Kuroba make a gesture with his hands, not at all unlike shuffling a deck of cards to set the cards up for a trick.

"I did warn you." Saguru said, setting the fork down and removing the napkin from his waist before rising from the chair. Kuroba watched him, one eyebrow tilted in what looked like cynicism and challenge. Saguru reached over the table setting to the crystal vase of flowers that Baayaa had added 'just for decoration'. She'd tied a wide dark blue ribbon around the narrowest part of the vase into a bow, to add a contrast to the pale flowers. He untied the ribbon, idling straightening the long length of satin out. "Hold out your hands."

Kuroba did has he'd been told, his face had once again reverted into the neutral mask, hiding any indicators of discomfort. He looped the ribbon around Kuroba's slender but strong wrists in a figure-8 shape, then tied the ends into a standard bow. He patted Kuroba's hands and then sat down again. Kuroba looked at the flimsy binding around his wrists with something akin to surprise in his eyes. Probably either the fact that Saguru had followed up on his statement or that he wasn't bound with handcuffs, it was hard to be sure.

"Now, you have a choice." Saguru said as he sat down again, placing the napkin back on his lap. He picked up the wine glass filled with water and a thin slice of lemon. "You can either trust me to hold the glass for you, or-" He picked up a bright blue plastic straw with three loop-de-loops in the middle where it bent for easier drinking. "You can drink through the straw."

Kuroba glanced between Saguru's face and the straw a few times. "... It is very hard to make a straw classy." Saguru admitted. He also would have preferred a half-glass of red wine to go with the red meat instead of water, but they were both under the drinking age and his guardians were not here to give it to them. So water it was.

The neutral mask did not -quite- contain all of Kuroba's mirth as the magician raised his tied hands and pointed to the straw. Saguru nodded without surprise as he put the straw into the glass, having previously theorised what Kuroba was going to chose. Theirs was not any sort of a relationship built on mutual trust.

He offered the glass and the straw to Kuroba, who leaned forward to wrap his lips around the straw and suck. The liquid rose from the glass, turning the blue a darker shade as it followed it the curves of the straw until it finally disappeared past Kuroba's lips, looking like they were puckered to receive a kiss. Hmm. Perhaps he should have offered Kuroba a different set of options, holding the glass or transferring the water from mouth to mouth.

And then Kuroba jolted him out of his little side fantasy by blowing air back into the bottom of the glass, creating bubbles. "You know." Saguru commented, not moving the glass. "If you were done drinking, you could have simply released the straw."

Kuroba lifted his head slightly, blowing bubbles in the top portion of the water. Saguru raised an eyebrow, waiting for Kuroba to stop playing. Which he did, once he realised that Saguru wasn't going to scold him. Kuroba kind of sulked at him, finally lowering the straw back into the glass so it wouldn't fall out and sat back in the chair.

"Thank you." Saguru commented wryly as he set the glass down. He didn't entirely trust Kuroba not to have backwashed into the glass on purpose. There were -some- limits. He speared another piece of meat with the fork and offered it to Kuroba. Kuroba tilted his head to the side, bird-like, then leaned forward again and took the bite of steak. Saguru quietly wondered if Kuroba would eventually get tired of this rocking back and forth to eat and move the chair back to where it had originally been, within Saguru's easy reach.

Knowing Kuroba, probably not.

He ate a bite as well, watching with some amusement as Kuroba examined his bonds with a look of bewildered concentration, as if expecting it to be some sort of complex trap instead of a simple dark blue satin ribbon. Saguru held a piece of meat for Kuroba, who looked at him, twisting his wrists around to tug on the ribbon. Not hard enough to un-knot the bow, but enough to make to make it obvious that he was questioning it.

"No, I am not currently serious about tying you up so you cannot escape." Saguru admitted as Kuroba took a bite. Kuroba chewed, nodding his head like he had figured it out but was glad to have it clarified.

"If I was serious about tying you up so you could not escape," Saguru smiled slightly as he took his time selecting his next bite. "I would start out by binding the thumb to the hands. Then curling the fingers into a fist, possibly around some sort of wadded fabric, then placing socks over the hands and binding them closed with several layers of duct tape around the wrists. After which, I would place splits along the arm to prevent use of the elbow and wrists. And then I would bind the arms from the wrists to as close to the shoulders as possible. Any knots would be tied around the elbow, in case the hands somehow managed to get free, as well as to prevent the use of teeth to undo them."

He selected a tasty looking morsel and ate it, slowly savouring the flavours and texture. He was aware that Kuroba was watching him with eyes that were slightly more round than usual, as if he was seeing something unexpected. He swallowed his bite and pondered getting another glass of water to drink from, he still didn't entirely trust the one Kuroba had been drinking out of. Ah, well. Something to remember for later.

"Of course, depending on the circumstances, it might be more secure to bind the arms behind the back which causes a distribution in balance. But then one must remember not to secure the shoulders too tightly, lest it cut off circulation and cause muscle cramps from being unable to relax." Saguru said mildly, skewering a piece of broccoli with the fork. "That might appear to be overkill for most people, but not for someone who is most likely the Kaitou Kid and could undo lesser bindings as easily as a magic trick."

The look on Kuroba's face had gone past 'neutral' and heading straight towards 'glacial', his eyes cold and calculating. The look of someone who had found a large fanged predator where they were expecting something without teeth. Saguru smiled politely, slightly amused. "One advantage of your not speaking, you cannot refute that you are not the Kid. But I shall not bring it up further tonight. Broccoli?" He inquired, offering Kuroba the bite.

Kuroba glanced at the steamed broccoli and gave it a distrustful expression, as if he were expecting it to suddenly turn into something it wasn't as well. Saguru sighed. "Eat your damn vegetables, Kuroba."

He got a sullen look in return, the kind small children gave their parents when forced to eat something they didn't want to, and then Kuroba leaned forward and ate the green vegetable, a dour expression on his face the entire time. Evidently Kuroba wasn't a fan of broccoli.

Saguru tried a piece of broccoli as well and found it to meet his expectations. It could have possibly used a touch more butter, but really, Baayaa had outdone herself on the food tonight.

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They finished dinner fairly quickly after that. Kuroba apparently had a change of heart as far as pushing his boundaries, watching Saguru suspiciously while they ate, as if expecting leather bondage gear to arrive at any moment. Saguru found this more amusing than it really should have been and was hard-pressed to keep from smirking.

The 'No Speaking' edict also made it slightly more difficult to hold a conversation, since Kuroba's responses were limited to nodding, shaking his head or various comedic expressions to convey both his thoughts and his mood. It was somehow both satisfying and not, Saguru faintly missing their verbal battles even as he enjoyed the chance to spend time with the magician without fighting.

When they finished eating, Saguru had Kuroba assist him in taking their dishes to the kitchen and rinsing them off before setting them in the sink to be taken care of at a later date. Household chores were not something he had planned for tonight.

He lead Kuroba into the living room, turning on a lamp beside the sofa for illumination, leaving only the dining room and lights by the front door on and the rest of the house dark. He sat down next to the light, placing a throw pillow next to his leg and instructing Kuroba to lie down along the sofa's long length. Kuroba made sulking faces as he did so, especially when he realised that in this position, his head was almost in Saguru's lap. Which had been Saguru's evil plan all along. Muwahaha.

Saguru picked up the book he had been reading, 'La Philosophie Dans le Boudoir', Philosophy in the Bedroom, by Donatien Alphonse-Francois de Sade, the infamous Marquis de Sade himself. He was having more trouble than he would have liked, reading it in the original French. His former language classes having been well over a year ago, previous to his moving to Japan.

It was also one of the Marquis milder stories, one of the few with no deaths, although he did not care much for the ending, what happened to poor Eugenie's prudish mother. But the philosophical discussions where the reason he had picked it up, even if he didn't agree with much of what was said. The human mind was a strange and complex creation, with many odd twists and turns and it could not hurt to look into viewpoints that were not his own. Even if the erotica was on the disappointingly boring side.

Kuroba eventually settled down, lying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. Saguru let him be for a while, content to struggle with the language and resisting the urge to check the dictionary that was also on the table every other sentence. Although things had gotten simpler once he'd figured out 'enconner' was a rather archaic term for 'vaginal intercourse'.

His hand dropped down onto Kuroba's head and he glanced down, finding Kuroba look up at him with a slightly curious expression. "Is this alright?" He questioned, flexing his fingers slightly. Kuroba titled his head to the side slightly, then shrugged, like it didn't matter one way or the other to him. Saguru nodded and kept his hand there, absently running his fingers through Kuroba's spiky hair.

Kuroba's unruly locks were longer in the front than the back, as Saguru discovered to both his chagrin and amusement that his attentions made Kuroba's hair stick in more directions than previously. Kuroba's hair had a nice texture, not precisely soft, but not coarse either, but clean and definitely pleasant to the touch.

The magician eventually yawned, rolling over to onto his side, his back to the sofa's back, giving Saguru more access to his head. He started kneading small circles against Kuroba's scalp with his fingertips, massaging it. While he kept the focus of his attention on the book of course, it wouldn't do for Kuroba to think that he was actually enjoying this. Kuroba let out a large sigh, his body eventually relaxing as he drifted off to sleep.

Good. Saguru partially closed the book, permitting himself the luxury of studying Kuroba's almost peaceful expression. There were faint shadows under the magician's eyes, he hadn't been sleeping well lately again, which was probably the main factor in why Saguru had been able to win their bet. Unlike Kuroba, who was the Kid, Saguru had the luxury of deciding to take a night off. Of course, if the Kid decided to take a break to catch up on sleep, all he had to do was stop sending notices.

Not that that was likely, the Kaitou Kid appeared to have some sort of goal, a prize he was looking for. Saguru doubted he was going to stop until he found it. But in the meantime, he wished that Kuroba would take better care of himself.

He and Kuroba, and to some extent the Kid as well, had more than a somewhat adversarial relationship. Most of their discussions were closer to debates or snark-fests than actual talking. However, this did not mean that he wasn't fond of the magician. It was difficult to find someone to match wits with who was actually -good- at it, and did not mind doing so.

Which was one reason why he'd started mapping out various scenarios as soon as the bet had been put forth. He had been equally prepared to lose, and spend a night in probably what would have amounted to immature humiliation, --he had serious doubts that Kuroba would have known what to do with him for a night-- but had been pleasantly elated when he won.

Kuroba let out a small breathy sigh as Saguru’s fingers hit a good spot right behind his ear and Saguru smiled, enjoying watching the magician's tense frame relax under his hand. Perhaps an early night would be called for; getting some rest would not be a horrid idea, for either of them. Possibly a slight waste of a good bet, but even he could admit that a full night's sleep would be a pleasant change of pace.

He let the idea stew as he continued reading his book, Kuroba's soft breathing and the ticking of the grandfather clock in the hall keeping him company. He quietly debated of the mental stability of the good Marquis. The man was obviously gifted, but more than a little mad in a lot of ways.

Not that he could talk, present company included.

Little more than a half hour passed pleasantly like this when Kuroba drifted to consciousness, yawning and stretching his limbs, reminding Saguru of a large sleepy feline.

"Geez." Kuroba commented lethargically as he rolled onto his back. "Don'tcha have anything to do for entertainment around here?"

Saguru could see the exact moment that awareness hit the magician, Kuroba's eyes flying open as he stared at Saguru with what he could only describe as a panicked 'Oh, Shit' expression. Rule Number One: No Talking.

He smirked back, raising one eyebrow as he placed a bookmark in his book with exaggerated care. "I am fairly certain we could find something to… amuse ourselves." He said, placing the book on the table. Hmm... what to do, what to do... This did open up quite a few different possibilities.

Kuroba attempted to retreat, creeping backwards on the sofa, without making it making it obvious that was what he was endeavouring to do. Saguru let the moment stretch a little bit; Kuroba's hyperactive imagination would fill in the blanks much more eloquently than anything Saguru could come up with.

"I think... yes. Shirt off, please." It was warm enough that Kuroba shouldn't catch a chill. An article of clothing for every time Kuroba talked, perhaps? "And then we shall see what we can find that is entertaining 'to do'."

He got a sceptical look in return, like yet again, Kuroba wasn't entirely sure that he had heard Saguru correctly. Saguru's eyebrow arched higher. "Would you prefer to lose the trousers instead?"

Kuroba gave a silent grumble --something about 'perverts', if Saguru's lip-reading skills were up to par-- and reached down, grabbing the hem of his dark shirt and pulled it off over his head. The fabric got tangled up at the wrists, the ribbon still holding his hands together.

"Come here." Saguru motioned with some amusement. Kuroba gave him a sullen look, rising to his feet and standing in front of Saguru. He untied the ribbon, the smooth fabric sliding free with a silken hiss, before tugging Kuroba's cotton shirt off. Saguru shook out the shirt and folded it, setting it on the arm of the sofa before sitting back and admiring the view.

Kuroba was body was long and lean, with the slight air of awkwardness of one who hadn't completely finished filling out after growing. Although Saguru privately had to wonder if Kuroba had ever been 'awkward', it was hard to picture it. He'd seen Kuroba move and watched the Kid dance with the grace of someone who knew exactly what they were capable of and were comfortable in their skin. And such nice skin it was too, all smooth and gold under the lamplight, except for lovely rosy brown nipples.

The collar looked even darker, the silver lock glinting in the light, accenting the line of the collarbone to the shoulders. Saguru admired the curve of the shoulder, Kuroba's well sculpted arms, the line from chest, to his flat stomach, to the curve of narrow hip bones, to the fine line of dark hair running from his navel to disappear under the waistband of his jeans.

Saguru's fingers itched with the urge to -touch-.

"So." Saguru drawled, reining in his impulses and running the dark ribbon through his fingers, smoothing it out again. "What shall we do for our entertainment tonight?"

He'd meant it as a metaphorical question, something to buy a little bit of time while he attempted to drag his brain out of his pants. There was a television and a stock of movies, a stash of games tucked away, or heaven forbid, they actually get a good night's rest tonight. Simple, mundane things, which one might do with a friend or an acquaintance.

Then Kuroba shifted his weight from one foot to the other, pink tongue flashing out as he moistened his lips, hesitantly looking at someplace over Saguru's left shoulder and all the blood went rushing to Saguru's other head again.

"Upstairs, the second door on the left is my bedroom." Saguru said, making an effort to keep his voice steady. "The door should be open. Under the bed, you will find a box with a lock on it. Kindly fetch it and bring it here."

Kuroba gave him a curious look, then nodded and walked off. Saguru watched him go, admiring the smoothness of his gait, the glide of muscles under skin. God. He closed his eyes for a moment, imagining the touch of skin on skin, the press and slide of flesh, soft noises and exhalations, Kuroba's legs wrapped around Saguru's waist...

Saguru surreptitiously adjusted himself before Kuroba returned. Sometimes it was a detriment being visually orientated, especially when one was telling one’s self it was okay to look, but -don't touch-. At least, not yet. Not that way, and certainly not unless Kuroba wanted it. Kuroba may have been his 'slave' for the night, but he was -not- going to force the magician into something against his will.

The role of a good 'Master' was not to order or abuse the one who was submissive, but to put their needs first, to take care of them. It was a relationship built on trust and mutual desire. Contrary to what it might have appeared to outsiders, the 'slave' really was the one with the power, it was their decision when and if to say stop. Which was why he was trying to make sure that Kuroba knew that he could say 'no' at any time, and Saguru was trying not to push anything too hard.

Even if he did look incredibly ravishable like this. Saguru was going to be seeing that collar in his dreams for a while. He wondered if Kuroba's collarbones were as delectable as they looked. He adjusted himself again.

The damn thing was that Kuroba wasn't just another pretty face, a nice body. If he hadn't been so damn annoying, he never would have caught and held Saguru’s attention, and the entire bet wouldn’t have even been brought up. Kuroba was intelligent, sharp-witted, stubborn and didn't back down from a debate or a confrontation. Which just made him more attractive in Saguru's eyes, really.

Kuroba was also strangely honourable, even if he did constantly deny being the Kaitou Kid.

Case in point, Kuroba returned, his footsteps nearly noiseless as he carried the box into the room. The box was about the size of a large shoe-box, burgundy with re-enforced brass edges and corners, more bulky than heavy. "Thank you." Saguru said distantly, pulling himself out of his thoughts. He motioned to the floor in front of him. "You may set the box down here."

Kuroba did as instructed, kneeling down on the rug in front of the sofa to do so. Saguru leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs, looking at Kuroba intently. The magician's face looked reserved, but curious.

"You requested earlier that nothing that happens tonight gets mentioned others later, correct?" Saguru said, watching Kuroba's reaction. There was a brief flicker in Kuroba's eyes, and then he nodded once. "That goes both ways." Saguru said firmly. "Your word, or honour as the case may be, that you will -not- discuss what you may see, hear or do tonight with outside parties later?"

Kuroba hesitated, like he wasn't sure if he was going to like what he found in the box, then slowly but firmly nodded his head. Saguru let out a breath he'd been holding. Okay.

"Alright." He reached into a pocket and pulled out a key-ring, selecting one of the smaller keys and began sliding it off of the ring. "While I was living in London, I tended to... run with a different crowd then I do here. Older, for one thing. And bit more on the wild side than you would probably suspect." Which was where he had learned the 'rules of the game', so to speak.

While dealing with the stress of school and murder mysteries on a frequent basis, he'd needed something where he could turn his brain off for a while, if he so choose. Or to use his analytical abilities for a purpose that had little to do with corpses and grieving families, and more to do with the carnal pleasures of the flesh.

He didn't require as much of a diversion while chasing the Kaitou Kid, there were fewer dead bodies where the thief was found. And both Kuroba and the Kid made for a delightful --if sometimes annoying-- distraction.

"Before I left for Japan, several friends got together and threw me a... Well, I suppose you might call it a 'Toy Party'." He got the key off the ring and held it up for Kuroba to see. "This is just to see if you find anything you might find interesting. This does not mean we necessarily have to play with them, is this understood?"

Saguru got an impatient look in return as if to say he didn't understand what the big deal was about, but Kuroba nodded. He tossed Kuroba the key, the magician grabbing it out of mid-air. Saguru nodded back, resisting the urge to wipe his suddenly cold hands on his thighs, nervous for no explicable reason. "Just as a reminder, if you are uncomfortable with something, you do have the option of saying 'no'."

Kuroba rolled his eyes before unlocking the box and lifting the lid. The magician's exasperated air vanished as soon as he saw the box's contents, replaced by wide-eyed staring. Kuroba glanced between Saguru and the box a few times, as if making sure that this was the right box and it was, in fact, actually owned by Saguru.

Saguru smothered a snicker. "Everything should be clean." He said mildly. "I made sure to sterilise everything before I packed them prior to coming to Japan. I haven't opened the box since." Mum had wondered why he'd been so helpful about doing the dishes that night too. Good thing most of these 'toys' were dishwasher safe. And the ones that weren't could be washed by hand. Although he’d had to be careful to keep the dishes and the toys separate...

One of Kuroba's eyebrows arched up as he pulled out a bright cyan coloured vibrator. The tip of it was penis shaped, but it had what looked like a strand of pearls wrapped around the middle and a small rabbit coming off the side, making the overall appearance somewhat like a demented cactus. Kuroba gave him a pointed look, mouthing the word 'Bunny'.

"That is actually designed for girls." Saguru shrugged, leaning forward and grabbing the cord that trailed from the bottom, pulling the control out and triggering it. The pearls began to rotate anti-clockwise around the shaft as the rabbit vibrated. "The rabbit ears are supposed to stimulate the clitoris."

Kuroba stared at the moving pearls, eyes almost going perfectly round. Of course, the shiny fake jewels would fascinate a jewel thief. Saguru played with the controller, increasing and decreasing the vibrations. "I really do not know why I given that one." He admitted idly. It wasn't like the rabbit was of all that much use to him, he did not have a clitoris.

The magician finally shook himself and set the vibrator down, on the open lid of the box. Saguru turned it off, coiling the cord and setting the controller down next to it. Next Kuroba pulled out a pale egg-shaped device attached to a flared base and turned it around so he could see what was carved into it. An infant's face, surrounded by folds of 'cloth' stared back. Kuroba gave him a questioning look.

"Baby Jesus Butt Plug." Saguru deadpanned.

Kuroba quickly set that one down on the lid. Saguru had had a similar reaction when he'd first seen it too. Well, he'd kind of been laughing incredulously at the time too. Evidently someone had created a whole line of religious dildos. Who knew?

The next one Kuroba pulled out was a series of five stretchy black rings; three small rings, one at each end and one in the middle, and two much larger rings. The smaller rings held small white bullet shaped vibrators. "Vibrating cock ring." He explained. "The penis and the scrotum go through the larger rings, while the micro-vibrators can be removed or turned on individually, depending on mood or position." The first one was positioned ideally to entice a woman's clitoris while in missionary position as well as give the man a buzz, while the last one went behind the scrotum to externally stimulate the prostate.

This earned him another raised eyebrow as Kuroba turned it around in his hands, as if trying to picture it. Or use it as a pair of handcuffs. He quickly tired of this and set it aside as well. Next out of the box was another phallic shaped object, this one pearl white and larger than the previous vibrator. The head was also shaped differently, slightly flatter and not as dome shaped. There was a ridge about two thirds of the way to the base.

"It's... ah..." Saguru could feel himself blushing profusely. "A practical joke." He said lamely.

Kuroba looked intrigued. Saguru ran his fingers through the blond fringe that didn't quite hide his eyes. "My last name means 'White Horse'." He muttered, hoping that Kuroba would figure it out from there. Kuroba titled his head to the side, making a puzzled expression as he tilted the dildo one way and the other. Then his eyes went wide, cheeks staining slightly pink as he -got- it.

"Yes." Saguru said with self-depreciating humour. "It is a white miniature replica of a stallion's penis."

This earned him a wide grin, and he got the feeling that if Kuroba wasn't under the no speaking restriction, he would be laughing his fool head off. Saguru gave him a sour look, wondering if this had been a mistake. Then Kuroba set the white horse phallus on the lid with the other toys and picked up something that looked like a rubbery blue sea urchin that had been pulled inside out into the shape of a tube.

"Masturbation sleeve." Saguru said blandly. He paused, and then magnanimously added. "You can have it if you want it. It's never been used and I'm sure you probably find more of a use than I can."

Kuroba gave him a dirty look and put it down with the rest of the others. He paused, then picked up the white horse dildo and stuck it in the sleeve, creating a high pitched squeaking noise before setting it back down defiantly. Saguru muffled a snicker. Even without speech, the snark continued.

Next out of the box looked like was a large black O ring. "Cock ring." Saguru said, feeling himself relax slightly at Kuroba's little display. "Goes around the penis and the scrotum to keep the man hard. Despite rumours, does not do much to prevent ejaculation." Not unless it was -extremely- tight, which made Saguru wince just thinking about the risk of potential injury to sensitive parts. Neither it nor the vibrating one was meant to be worn for very long lest they cause damage.

Kuroba nodded and set it down with the rest. The next object to come out of the box was traffic-cone orange and similarly shaped, with a narrow tip and a wide bottom that narrowed and flaring out again to a wide base. "Butt plug." Saguru motioned to the rabbit vibrator. "Most toys designed specifically for men tend to be shaped more like rockets, while women's toys come in a variety of shapes."

The magician compared the two for a moment before nodding. The butt plug joined the pile. Next out was a long flesh coloured tubular object, almost serpentine, and bent in half. Kuroba's eyes went wide as he got it completely out of the box and it straightened itself. "Ah." Saguru grimaced as he scratched the back of his neck. "Double ended dildo."

For once, Saguru thought he saw Kuroba speechless. Of course, it was rather hard to tell with Kuroba forbidden from talking at the moment, but the look of speechlessness was there. "I've debated asking Aoko if she had a use for it." Saguru added gamely. She seemed like the type of person who might get a kick out of it. He didn't really have a use for it, with not having a current partner. Not to mention he already had a penis, and really wasn't looking for a replacement for it. He was rather attached to his penis, thank you.

Kuroba glanced darkly between Saguru and the double ended dildo, before gripping it like one would a bat, in preparation to swing. Well, yes. That was one possible use Aoko might have for it. "Would you rather I inquired if Koizumi had a use for it?" Saguru inquired. Kuroba froze, his face losing quite a bit of its colour. Koizumi would be more likely to use it on them if they annoyed her. Without lube.

He got a grimace in return and the double ended phallus was set down across the top of the box, the fake glans hanging over the edges. Kuroba ruffled through the box, coming up with a few tubes and some foil packets. "Lubrication and condoms." He took one of the condom packets and checked the expiration date stamped on the side. Still good. "It's generally a good idea to put condoms on over the toys, for hygiene reasons." Especially if they were going to be used more than once a night with no chance to clean them between sessions.

Kuroba looked thoughtful, and then nodded as if acknowledging that it made sense. He noticed something inside the box and picked it up, holding a small clear ziplock plastic bag containing silver jewellery. "Nipple clamps." Saguru commented. "And some various jewellery."

The magician sorted through the jewellery with nimble fingers, shifting it around without opening the bag until a large heavy silver ring was by itself at the top. Saguru felt his face heat up. "There was a time when I was giving some serious thought to a Prince Albert."

Blank look.

"A Prince Albert is a type of piercing, named after the Prince of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha and Consort of Queen Victoria." Saguru explained, falling back into scholarly mode. "It's a piercing that goes through the opening of the urethra and out through the underside of the head of the penis, generally either through or around the sensitive nerve cluster there."

Kuroba's eyes went wide as his knees slid together, hands hovering protectively over his crotch, as to shield it from potential harm.

Saguru chuckled. "It's probably one of the more common male body modifications. And it's supposed to make sex even better, since it's stimulating that nerve cluster for the man and supposedly the body piercing is extremely pleasurable for the partner. You can also get a Prince Albert with a barbell instead of a ring, although the ring is more traditional. There is some historical debate on if it was also referred to as a 'Dressing Ring', with ribbons tied through it and pulled back to prevent 'unsightly bulges' in the front of the fashionably tight trousers of the time."

There was also some debate on if Prince Albert actually sported the piercing that was named after him. There was also a 'Reverse Prince Albert' which went through the -top- of the glans. However, after a look at Kuroba's uncomfortable expression, he decided that it was probably better to drop the subject. "I eventually did not have it done. The unfortunate side effect of having a slightly uncontrollable spray instead of a stream while urinating and the thought of being forced to explain why I would be setting off the metal detector to airport security while travelling through international airports changed my mind."

Kuroba's shoulders shook as he caught and muffled a laugh. He put the bag of jewellery back in the box with an amused expression as he glanced over the toys again. From what Saguru could remember from his admittedly frantic packing, they had gone through everything in the box.

"So." Saguru said, feeling slightly jittery although trying hard not to show it. "Did anything spark your fancy as far as something 'entertaining to do'?"

Continuing...