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Yaye for Sinful part four: Retribution. God, this tired me out. Spent hours and hours writing it. I'm half satisfied, half horrified with the results. Enjoy.
NC-17, NSFW, NSFS, Haku/Hei/Kai, PID (Plot-in-disguise), YAOI between three young men! Do not read if this offends you. If you read anyway, I will laugh.
Sinful part four: Retribution:
Kaito grunted as he was shoved hard against the concrete, his white jacket pulled off his shoulders roughly. The stone grated hard against his cheek but he was granted no reprieve as the detective behind him gripped his hair to keep him still. Arms freed from the confines of the cloth, he dug his nails into the wall in pain. Heiji bit the back of his neck, panting already from their small scuffle.
The thief had landed on the roof as usual, hissing slightly to realize the detective was waiting for him, as usual. However, instead of just taking it, he’d fought back. It failed, a delicate bruise forming on his ribs from a painful kick, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment.
Or perhaps he, too, had gone mad.
The fight had only made him want this more. Heiji seemed more than willing to take advantage of that. Growling, Kaito pushed back at him only to get shoved harder into the wall, then jerked down to his knees, cheek stinging with the movement. Heiji chuckled at him, biting at the shell of his ear.
“Oh no no, yer not getting away from me, kaitou.” He scolded, then bit him hard enough to bruise. Kaito yelped, barely noticing Heiji’s hands softly touch the bruise, almost apologetically. “What’s changed, hm? What’s brought this on?” The thief just growled again and threw his elbow back into the side of the detective’s head. He quickly found himself handcuffed, arms behind his back, one of Heiji’s hands fisted into his hair and pressing his face harder into the wall. “You can’t escape. You can’t escape because you don’t want to.” He declared after a few seconds.
“You’re wrong!” Kaito bit out between clenched teeth.
“And yet yer kneeling in front of me, body practically beggin to be fucked.” Heiji reached between the other teen’s legs to massage his hard member. “Here, then. I’ll do somethin nice for ya.” He moved so he could shift Kaito’s position so that the thief was sitting against the wall. He paused to gently touch his cheek, wincing sympathetically when he saw how bloody the scrape was. “I’m sorry.” Heiji murmured, leaning over him to lick the wound slowly. Kaito winced, but relaxed.
Kissing him softly, the detective gently unbuttoned Kaito’s pants and shimmied them down off of his hips, then moved back to get them off of his legs so he could kneel between them, spreading his lover’s thighs wide. The concrete was cold, any warmth from the sun already faded with the night, but he knew that it didn’t matter. Kaito’s skin would be warm soon enough.
Heiji sat still and watched the thief shiver, exposed to the open air for him to rape with his eyes. His delicate flesh pale in the moonlight, faint discolorations from other trysts visible only to his knowing gaze dotted all over his body. He’d call Kaito ‘beautiful’ but unsurprisingly that didn’t fit with the picture he had. It seemed wrong somehow. Kaito may have been the picture of needy imprisonment, but his eyes had a tight dangerous, wanting, gleam.
Kaito glared up at him from behind his bangs. Heiji had long since gotten both of them used to the idea of being nude outside, where anyone could see them given the right position, but the thief never failed to look vulnerable once he was stripped of his suit. Quite literally. He was beautiful like a great cat at a zoo. Knows it’s trapped, but still has that ‘look’. Magnificence.
“I love it.” He murmured, low, running his fingertips along Kaito’s legs. Lying down between them, he rested his cheek against one muscled thigh and gently blew out, teasingly, watching delightedly as Kaito’s dick twitched at the sensation. Not so interested in teasing, right now, he tilted his head enough to bite down on the inside of the other teen’s thigh, holding the flesh between his teeth until Kaito made a small protest at the pain.
Shifting closer, Heiji kissed the tip of Kaito’s member once before taking him into his mouth as far as he could, wrapping his fingers around the base to give him a stop so he didn’t choke himself. While the other hand held down Kaito’s hips, Heiji drew back up slowly, running his tongue hard along the underside and leaving a slick coating of saliva. Kaito’s muscles trembled and he groaned involuntarily. Pleased, Heiji went down on him again and mimicked the groan, the vibrations causing his lover to buck. Keeping him pinned, he moved until only the head was in his mouth and sucked lightly before releasing him with a soft pop.
The thief was still glaring, but his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and he was panting. “More?” Heiji asked, taking the answering grunt as a yes and going down on him again. Before long, he felt fingers grip his hair, the sound of metal rubbing against metal telling him Kaito was still wearing the cuffs. Instead of letting him orgasm, however, he stopped his ministrations and slid up along the thief’s body to kiss him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, sharing his taste.
Looking on Kaito now, Heiji mused, was much more delicious to look at, sweat dampening his skin and hair, blue shirt sticking to his chest, his dick throbbing, hands cuffed neatly. His own erection was straining against his slacks. Letting out a soft moan, he stood up to strip out of his own pants and boxers, tossing them out of the way before kneeling again.
“Arms behind yer back, Kuroba.” He ordered, pulling the thief away from the wall to turn him around again. Kaito reluctantly obliged, the lock clicking shut again with a sour click of resignation. Heiji smirked, moving Kaito’s wrists up so he could press flush against his back, settling his arms over his shoulders so Kaito had to sit with at least a little discomfort.
Feeling his heart pounding, Heiji kissed between Kaito’s shoulder blades and brought his finger’s to his lover’s lips. “Suck.” Familiar with this, Kaito made sure the digits were thoroughly wet, his muscles tightening is fearful anticipation. The detective bit and sucked the flesh on Kaito’s back while he brought his fingers down to his ass, penetrating him with one, then two fingers when he met little resistance.
He laughed. “We’ve been doin this a lot, haven’t we?” Heiji whispered, rubbing the fingertips of his free hand over one nipple while he worked the thief wider. Kaito didn’t reply, just began to arch in an attempt to make him move faster and deeper. Two more fingers and he had him making sounds somewhere between a mewl and a growl. Once he was finally satisfied, he removed his hand and gripped Kaito’s hips, shifting so he was sitting solidly with the thief in his lap, positioning his erection at the other’s opening.
Over Kaito’s shoulder, he caught sight of something he never expected to see. Smirking, he bit into his lover’s flesh and thrust into him.
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Kaito’s short scream cut Hakuba to the bone, the detective frozen at the door. He stubbornly refused to flinch, Hattori staring right at him, a knowing look in his eyes as he lifted Kaito’s hips to thrust into him again, forcing another sound. He didn’t make it in time to stop it from happening.
Walking towards them, he couldn’t hide his own reaction at the look on Kaito’s face when his friend realized he was there. As if he were torn between fear, anger, and pleading for more, with the latter slowly beating the others into submission.
Hakuba knelt in front of him, noticing that Heiji paused, the position not the easiest, he supposed. In a way he was grateful, they were hard enough to just look at. “Kuroba-kun, I am so sorry.” He gently touched the bloody scrapes on his cheek. “What have you done to him?” He directed at Heiji, his dislike for the hot-headed Osakan increasing in droves.
He could swear to god the bastard purred. “I haven’t done anything to him beyond giving him a good hard fuck every now and then. No drugs. No empty promises. He knows exactly what he is to me.” Heiji scraped his teeth over his previous bite, causing Kaito to writhe, which made him groan.
The Brit almost looked sick. “Kaito…god, Kaito. I’m sorry.” He pet Kaito’s hair, trying to figure out how to get Heiji away from him without hurting his friend. It was a bit of a…delicate situation.
Kaito looked up and murmured softly, “H’Kuba…” Unable to hear him, the detective leaned closer and was surprised when Kaito kissed him. “Please…pleasepleaseplease..”
Hakuba jerked back, one hand over his mouth, sensory memory from the time Kaito had HIM cornered making his stomach twist. Moving to the side, he glared at Heiji. “Let him go.”
Heiji just smirked. “He doesn’t want me to, do you, Kaitou?” The thief shook his head and writhed again, tired of sitting still but unable to move much himself due to the tight grip on his hips.
Not convinced, he tried again. “Hattori, let. Him. Go. Now.”
“Fuck me.” was the only reply this time.
Growling, Hakuba grabbed his hair and jerked his head to the side to make him look at him, fully intending to tell him off and threaten all sorts of judicial justice, but instead finding himself taking the Osakan at his word, pulling him into a bruising kiss, hard enough to hurt his lips on their teeth. Breathing hard, he pulled Heiji’s head back and bit the side of his neck, his other hand unlocking the cuffs on Kaito’s wrists.
“Never give me an option you don’t want me taking literally,” he muttered triumphantly as he placed the cuffs on Heiji instead, pushing him forward. Kaito made a small mewl as he was forced to move to his knees with the movement, but groaned as he pushed back against the Osakan.
Heiji grit his teeth and struggled with the cuffs, trapped hugging Kaito. “No, that’s not what I was sayin!”
Hakuba leaned over him to whisper in his ear. “Tough.” Wetting his fingers, he probed Heiji’s ass and pushed one finger into him, possibly a little harder than he intended, judging by the other detective’s pained yelp, but he couldn’t bring himself to care beyond making sure he didn’t tear anything. “You’ve hurt him, so I’m going to take you at your word.”
He wasn’t hard, but working at the squirming body beneath him, and hearing the small sounds Kaito was making in response on the other side, was enough to arouse him. By the time he’d stretched Heiji suitably, his pants had become a confining prison, one that was easily rid of via zipper. Hakuba pushed into Heiji, shuddering at the answering moan he got, using his size to overpower him and prevent him from moving at all, much less struggle.
Hakuba heard Kaito whimper and he wrapped one arm around Heiji to force him upright, smirking at the look on his face. The thief breathed a quick thanks and started moving, anxious for release.
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Heiji moaned loudly, the double sensation of penetrating, and being penetrated, two different bodies moving in two different rhythms, taking advantage of his situation. Suddenly he’d found himself the victim in this crazy dance. The British detective was too unpredictable to account for but it felt amazing. In a way he’d never thought possible. He couldn’t move, he could hardly breathe, it was almost too much.
Kaito came first, gritting his teeth and clenching the fist of one hand, the other gently stroking himself to ride out the orgasm. He continued riding Heiji until the detective followed suit, both having had more stimulation than Hakuba.
Heiji was digging his fingers into Kaito’s abdomen, using him as support while Hakuba got close. He could feel a fine trembling in the Brit’s arms as he tired out, but the detective’s rhythm didn’t change.
Pulling out, Hakuba came onto the concrete instead of inside his rival, draping himself across his back to bite the back of his neck hard enough to leave a painful mark. “My thief,” He hissed, getting up to straighten his clothes and tuck everything back in where it belonged. Heiji looked up at him, too exhausted to move, and swallowed a curse. The bastard looked too smug and clean for what they just did.
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Kaito took a deep breath and watched Hakuba sleepily. That had been unexpected, but, in a way, nice. He got his help, and a sort of revenge on Heiji. He didn’t think it would change anything, but for right now, he was sated and just wanted to sleep.
But he couldn’t sleep nude on a rooftop.
Groaning in pain, he picked the locks on the cuffs and moved Heiji’s arms from around him, making a half hearted attempt to stand. Hakuba caught him before he could fall. “You all right?” He asked, soundly oddly detached.
“No,” Kaito admitted. His new bruises hurt like hell, and he couldn’t walk. Of course he wasn’t all right.
Hakuba glared down at Heiji, who flicked him off, and helped Kaito get dressed, not saying a word about the Kid uniform. It took him a moment to find the monocle and his hat, but even those were retrieved.
It was embarrassing, really, he had to be carried out of the building and all the way to Hakuba’s house, which was conveniently the closest, but he didn’t complain.
And if Hakuba’s arm around him was a little possessive, well, he didn’t mind that much either.
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Heiji, in the meantime, was left to recover on the roof alone. Luckily, he didn’t get caught and was able to make it to Agasa’s before dawn; sore, sated, and very pissed off.
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NC-17, NSFW, NSFS, Haku/Hei/Kai, PID (Plot-in-disguise), YAOI between three young men! Do not read if this offends you. If you read anyway, I will laugh.
Sinful part four: Retribution:
Kaito grunted as he was shoved hard against the concrete, his white jacket pulled off his shoulders roughly. The stone grated hard against his cheek but he was granted no reprieve as the detective behind him gripped his hair to keep him still. Arms freed from the confines of the cloth, he dug his nails into the wall in pain. Heiji bit the back of his neck, panting already from their small scuffle.
The thief had landed on the roof as usual, hissing slightly to realize the detective was waiting for him, as usual. However, instead of just taking it, he’d fought back. It failed, a delicate bruise forming on his ribs from a painful kick, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment.
Or perhaps he, too, had gone mad.
The fight had only made him want this more. Heiji seemed more than willing to take advantage of that. Growling, Kaito pushed back at him only to get shoved harder into the wall, then jerked down to his knees, cheek stinging with the movement. Heiji chuckled at him, biting at the shell of his ear.
“Oh no no, yer not getting away from me, kaitou.” He scolded, then bit him hard enough to bruise. Kaito yelped, barely noticing Heiji’s hands softly touch the bruise, almost apologetically. “What’s changed, hm? What’s brought this on?” The thief just growled again and threw his elbow back into the side of the detective’s head. He quickly found himself handcuffed, arms behind his back, one of Heiji’s hands fisted into his hair and pressing his face harder into the wall. “You can’t escape. You can’t escape because you don’t want to.” He declared after a few seconds.
“You’re wrong!” Kaito bit out between clenched teeth.
“And yet yer kneeling in front of me, body practically beggin to be fucked.” Heiji reached between the other teen’s legs to massage his hard member. “Here, then. I’ll do somethin nice for ya.” He moved so he could shift Kaito’s position so that the thief was sitting against the wall. He paused to gently touch his cheek, wincing sympathetically when he saw how bloody the scrape was. “I’m sorry.” Heiji murmured, leaning over him to lick the wound slowly. Kaito winced, but relaxed.
Kissing him softly, the detective gently unbuttoned Kaito’s pants and shimmied them down off of his hips, then moved back to get them off of his legs so he could kneel between them, spreading his lover’s thighs wide. The concrete was cold, any warmth from the sun already faded with the night, but he knew that it didn’t matter. Kaito’s skin would be warm soon enough.
Heiji sat still and watched the thief shiver, exposed to the open air for him to rape with his eyes. His delicate flesh pale in the moonlight, faint discolorations from other trysts visible only to his knowing gaze dotted all over his body. He’d call Kaito ‘beautiful’ but unsurprisingly that didn’t fit with the picture he had. It seemed wrong somehow. Kaito may have been the picture of needy imprisonment, but his eyes had a tight dangerous, wanting, gleam.
Kaito glared up at him from behind his bangs. Heiji had long since gotten both of them used to the idea of being nude outside, where anyone could see them given the right position, but the thief never failed to look vulnerable once he was stripped of his suit. Quite literally. He was beautiful like a great cat at a zoo. Knows it’s trapped, but still has that ‘look’. Magnificence.
“I love it.” He murmured, low, running his fingertips along Kaito’s legs. Lying down between them, he rested his cheek against one muscled thigh and gently blew out, teasingly, watching delightedly as Kaito’s dick twitched at the sensation. Not so interested in teasing, right now, he tilted his head enough to bite down on the inside of the other teen’s thigh, holding the flesh between his teeth until Kaito made a small protest at the pain.
Shifting closer, Heiji kissed the tip of Kaito’s member once before taking him into his mouth as far as he could, wrapping his fingers around the base to give him a stop so he didn’t choke himself. While the other hand held down Kaito’s hips, Heiji drew back up slowly, running his tongue hard along the underside and leaving a slick coating of saliva. Kaito’s muscles trembled and he groaned involuntarily. Pleased, Heiji went down on him again and mimicked the groan, the vibrations causing his lover to buck. Keeping him pinned, he moved until only the head was in his mouth and sucked lightly before releasing him with a soft pop.
The thief was still glaring, but his hair stuck to his forehead with sweat and he was panting. “More?” Heiji asked, taking the answering grunt as a yes and going down on him again. Before long, he felt fingers grip his hair, the sound of metal rubbing against metal telling him Kaito was still wearing the cuffs. Instead of letting him orgasm, however, he stopped his ministrations and slid up along the thief’s body to kiss him, shoving his tongue into his mouth, sharing his taste.
Looking on Kaito now, Heiji mused, was much more delicious to look at, sweat dampening his skin and hair, blue shirt sticking to his chest, his dick throbbing, hands cuffed neatly. His own erection was straining against his slacks. Letting out a soft moan, he stood up to strip out of his own pants and boxers, tossing them out of the way before kneeling again.
“Arms behind yer back, Kuroba.” He ordered, pulling the thief away from the wall to turn him around again. Kaito reluctantly obliged, the lock clicking shut again with a sour click of resignation. Heiji smirked, moving Kaito’s wrists up so he could press flush against his back, settling his arms over his shoulders so Kaito had to sit with at least a little discomfort.
Feeling his heart pounding, Heiji kissed between Kaito’s shoulder blades and brought his finger’s to his lover’s lips. “Suck.” Familiar with this, Kaito made sure the digits were thoroughly wet, his muscles tightening is fearful anticipation. The detective bit and sucked the flesh on Kaito’s back while he brought his fingers down to his ass, penetrating him with one, then two fingers when he met little resistance.
He laughed. “We’ve been doin this a lot, haven’t we?” Heiji whispered, rubbing the fingertips of his free hand over one nipple while he worked the thief wider. Kaito didn’t reply, just began to arch in an attempt to make him move faster and deeper. Two more fingers and he had him making sounds somewhere between a mewl and a growl. Once he was finally satisfied, he removed his hand and gripped Kaito’s hips, shifting so he was sitting solidly with the thief in his lap, positioning his erection at the other’s opening.
Over Kaito’s shoulder, he caught sight of something he never expected to see. Smirking, he bit into his lover’s flesh and thrust into him.
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Kaito’s short scream cut Hakuba to the bone, the detective frozen at the door. He stubbornly refused to flinch, Hattori staring right at him, a knowing look in his eyes as he lifted Kaito’s hips to thrust into him again, forcing another sound. He didn’t make it in time to stop it from happening.
Walking towards them, he couldn’t hide his own reaction at the look on Kaito’s face when his friend realized he was there. As if he were torn between fear, anger, and pleading for more, with the latter slowly beating the others into submission.
Hakuba knelt in front of him, noticing that Heiji paused, the position not the easiest, he supposed. In a way he was grateful, they were hard enough to just look at. “Kuroba-kun, I am so sorry.” He gently touched the bloody scrapes on his cheek. “What have you done to him?” He directed at Heiji, his dislike for the hot-headed Osakan increasing in droves.
He could swear to god the bastard purred. “I haven’t done anything to him beyond giving him a good hard fuck every now and then. No drugs. No empty promises. He knows exactly what he is to me.” Heiji scraped his teeth over his previous bite, causing Kaito to writhe, which made him groan.
The Brit almost looked sick. “Kaito…god, Kaito. I’m sorry.” He pet Kaito’s hair, trying to figure out how to get Heiji away from him without hurting his friend. It was a bit of a…delicate situation.
Kaito looked up and murmured softly, “H’Kuba…” Unable to hear him, the detective leaned closer and was surprised when Kaito kissed him. “Please…pleasepleaseplease..”
Hakuba jerked back, one hand over his mouth, sensory memory from the time Kaito had HIM cornered making his stomach twist. Moving to the side, he glared at Heiji. “Let him go.”
Heiji just smirked. “He doesn’t want me to, do you, Kaitou?” The thief shook his head and writhed again, tired of sitting still but unable to move much himself due to the tight grip on his hips.
Not convinced, he tried again. “Hattori, let. Him. Go. Now.”
“Fuck me.” was the only reply this time.
Growling, Hakuba grabbed his hair and jerked his head to the side to make him look at him, fully intending to tell him off and threaten all sorts of judicial justice, but instead finding himself taking the Osakan at his word, pulling him into a bruising kiss, hard enough to hurt his lips on their teeth. Breathing hard, he pulled Heiji’s head back and bit the side of his neck, his other hand unlocking the cuffs on Kaito’s wrists.
“Never give me an option you don’t want me taking literally,” he muttered triumphantly as he placed the cuffs on Heiji instead, pushing him forward. Kaito made a small mewl as he was forced to move to his knees with the movement, but groaned as he pushed back against the Osakan.
Heiji grit his teeth and struggled with the cuffs, trapped hugging Kaito. “No, that’s not what I was sayin!”
Hakuba leaned over him to whisper in his ear. “Tough.” Wetting his fingers, he probed Heiji’s ass and pushed one finger into him, possibly a little harder than he intended, judging by the other detective’s pained yelp, but he couldn’t bring himself to care beyond making sure he didn’t tear anything. “You’ve hurt him, so I’m going to take you at your word.”
He wasn’t hard, but working at the squirming body beneath him, and hearing the small sounds Kaito was making in response on the other side, was enough to arouse him. By the time he’d stretched Heiji suitably, his pants had become a confining prison, one that was easily rid of via zipper. Hakuba pushed into Heiji, shuddering at the answering moan he got, using his size to overpower him and prevent him from moving at all, much less struggle.
Hakuba heard Kaito whimper and he wrapped one arm around Heiji to force him upright, smirking at the look on his face. The thief breathed a quick thanks and started moving, anxious for release.
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Heiji moaned loudly, the double sensation of penetrating, and being penetrated, two different bodies moving in two different rhythms, taking advantage of his situation. Suddenly he’d found himself the victim in this crazy dance. The British detective was too unpredictable to account for but it felt amazing. In a way he’d never thought possible. He couldn’t move, he could hardly breathe, it was almost too much.
Kaito came first, gritting his teeth and clenching the fist of one hand, the other gently stroking himself to ride out the orgasm. He continued riding Heiji until the detective followed suit, both having had more stimulation than Hakuba.
Heiji was digging his fingers into Kaito’s abdomen, using him as support while Hakuba got close. He could feel a fine trembling in the Brit’s arms as he tired out, but the detective’s rhythm didn’t change.
Pulling out, Hakuba came onto the concrete instead of inside his rival, draping himself across his back to bite the back of his neck hard enough to leave a painful mark. “My thief,” He hissed, getting up to straighten his clothes and tuck everything back in where it belonged. Heiji looked up at him, too exhausted to move, and swallowed a curse. The bastard looked too smug and clean for what they just did.
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Kaito took a deep breath and watched Hakuba sleepily. That had been unexpected, but, in a way, nice. He got his help, and a sort of revenge on Heiji. He didn’t think it would change anything, but for right now, he was sated and just wanted to sleep.
But he couldn’t sleep nude on a rooftop.
Groaning in pain, he picked the locks on the cuffs and moved Heiji’s arms from around him, making a half hearted attempt to stand. Hakuba caught him before he could fall. “You all right?” He asked, soundly oddly detached.
“No,” Kaito admitted. His new bruises hurt like hell, and he couldn’t walk. Of course he wasn’t all right.
Hakuba glared down at Heiji, who flicked him off, and helped Kaito get dressed, not saying a word about the Kid uniform. It took him a moment to find the monocle and his hat, but even those were retrieved.
It was embarrassing, really, he had to be carried out of the building and all the way to Hakuba’s house, which was conveniently the closest, but he didn’t complain.
And if Hakuba’s arm around him was a little possessive, well, he didn’t mind that much either.
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Heiji, in the meantime, was left to recover on the roof alone. Luckily, he didn’t get caught and was able to make it to Agasa’s before dawn; sore, sated, and very pissed off.
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