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Kaito jumped a little in surprise but relaxed into the kiss. Gently he spread his fingers over Hakuba’s chest and felt his heart beat. Everything that had happened over the past few weeks was like a dream; a wonderful life like dream that he really didn’t want to wake from. They had gone from what he thought was a mutual hatred to an awkward brief friendship only to find that they both felt an attraction to each other. He was happy. He was scared. So scared to find that this was all a joke. That the first and only person he had feelings for, even minor ones, would walk away and leave him alone again.

 His fingers curled into Hakuba’s lapel and he trembled slightly. That would slowly destroy him from the inside out. He wanted to shake his head but held firm in the kiss and willed away haunting thoughts. This was the now, soft kisses, tender holds, and friendship. The simple basic things he had denied himself for so long. He was going to enjoy them as long as he could and to the fullest.

Although the future was definitely uncertain, Hakuba had no plan or intention to destroy what they had, however fragile, however brief. He closed his eyes as he continued the kiss, letting his fingers crawl over Kaito’s face and into his hair again, dipping fingers through the wild locks with a tender caress. If only life were simple enough to let them stay in that embrace. The detective let his hand travel over his back until he reached the small of it, holding it there to keep Kaito close.

They stayed like that for a time, just kissing, being comfortable, sinking into the plush couch with each other, warm and hazy in the dimness of the recessed lighting. It’d been a long day. A very, very long day. A long week, too. Month. Year. Life. 

Things grew hazy as time wore on, and Hakuba offered deep, contented sighs between the now lazy kisses, eyes staying closed as he just enjoyed the other’s company. And somehow, strangely, the obsessive detective lost track of the time, and night wore on with no small amount of drifting between conscious thought and dreams, far too comfortable to stir until he was deeply asleep. 

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He lifted his head to look at him. “The monocle I gave you represents everything I’m giving you. The trust I’m putting into you … to give it back … it felt as if it meant nothing.”

He shifted and buried his face again. “I over reacted I know.”

There was silence for several seconds as Hakuba thought about that, struck by the simple significance. Suddenly, it all made sense. He looked down at him, all conflicted and bruised thoughts on the subject ebbing away. It might have been the wine, it might have been the honeyglow, but there was a feeling of resolution resonating in him that made everything just so comfortable. 

He moved a hand to Kaito’s cheek, slipping it under to his chin to guide him to look up, giving an affectionate smile. “It’s all right. I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. Thank you.” Then he moved to kiss him, warm and full on the lips, no longer held back by his usual inhibitions. 

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“Aw, come come now.” Kaito chirped and climb back to his laying spot on the detective. “Don’t pout. It’ll make me want to kiss it away.”

He sighed in complete relaxation and contentment. Nuzzling his cheek and nose against the other chest he curled around the detective then stretched out his legs fully. One of those long one that made his joints burn and feel amazing when he finally release the tension. 

Hakuba moved to get more comfortable, letting Kaito curl up against him again. He sighed, exaggerating the sound as he lifted his hand to his forehead, going for theatrics to dismiss his genuine sadness for the sudden lack of wine. “You know that will just make me want to pout even more, don’t you? Hmf.”

The detective then set his hands on the thief’s shoulders, finding that he enjoyed the close contact and perhaps he’d had enough wine, really. He felt so warm, so relaxed. “That reminds me…” he said as his thoughts wandered from topic to topic. “Are you going to explain why it made you so angry when I tried to give you back the monocle? I thought you’d be pleased…" 

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“AH!” He snagged the bottle and tipped it back the bottle for a swig. He coughed and poured the rest into his own. Thinking that he may have to take the offer on the guest bedroom. “No more for you tonight." 

He finished off his glass quickly and scrunched his nose against the burn. “There all gone.”

He leaned over him and smiled softly at him. “Thank you.”

The detective watched in somewhat subdued horror as Kuroba finished off the wine without him, brows knitting in disappointment. "Ah! …aw,” he said, then looked to his own glass, picking it up to see if there was anything left at all, even a single drop. 

Alas, he was able to tilt it all the way over with nothing left.  Defeated, Hakuba leaned over to set the wine glass on the empty cake plate amid crumbs. "I’ll miss it.“ 

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He pouted and took the other hand and stood. “Don’t worry about it.” 

He glanced down at the bottle then to Hakuba. Shaking his head slightly he turned back to the detective and smiled. “Just how much have you drank?”

Hakuba looked at the bottle, just a tad flush from the alcohol and from the sudden guilt, reaching over to lift it up. “Not enough, that’s for certain,” he said, moving to pour himself a little more. There… was only about a quarter of it left, though, so he hesitated. “Where is your glass?”

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The thief leaped into the air and yelped. He tumbled over him and sprawled half on the couch and Hakuba and the other half on the floor. Glaring up at the detective he whined sounding very much like a small child.  ”AW, You made me miss the ending!”

All that Hakuba could do for several moments was laugh, petting one of Kaito’s legs while he brought the wine glass back to his lips. “You’re just so cute. I couldn’t resist.” He drained his glass, then glanced back to the screen, smirking triumphantly. “We can rewind it, though. Come here." 

He offered a hand to help him up. 

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“Huh, oh No thank you.” He answered and kissed him lightly. He was back to watching the movie and jumping slightly when the car flipped. He made a slightly protest then a squeak when the car caught fire and blew up. 

The kiss was so easily given and easily received; Hakuba didn’t even quite know what to think about it. Were things supposed to be this simple? Even after all of the drama earlier, it just seemed so normal. Baffled, the blond poured himself more wine, content to be drinking it himself they were supposed be sharing it. 

Really, it was too good to waste, and it had to be enjoyed then. Which he did, lazily rubbing his thumb over Kaito’s shoulder while the movie went on. Since he’d already seen it, his thoughts continued to drift over everything, leaving him wondering, again, just how they’d gotten to this point when just two weeks earlier, they’d been yelling at each other in Kaito’s kitchen.

Odd, so odd, how things turn out. But then Kuroba had given him the monocle, and, in turn, that much-needed closure. But… hm. He drank more, thoughtfully, and wondered.  

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He tilted his head in confusion but replied eager. “Don’t worry about it. Let’s watch it.”

Although something tugged at the detective with guilt, Hakuba did as requested and got it set up. “I’ll warn you ahead of time,” he said, glancing over to Kaito while biting his lip. “But I hope it’ll be worth it. It’s all about, well, stealing as I previously mentioned, and magic. It’s one of my favorites in this genre." 

Almost giddy, he adjusted his position on the couch again to get comfortable, then tucked into his slice of chocolate cake which, somehow, went very well with the particular selection of wine. What better way to spend the evening? Dinner be damned, dessert forever!