[Feb 26] [Magic Kaitou] Deceiving Ourselves

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Title: Deceiving Ourselves
Author: Fyliwion
Fandom: Magic Kaitou
Pairing: Aoko/Kaito
Theme: Feb-26 "We deceive ourselves"
Rating: R to M? I'm bad with these.. mebbie NC-17?... its a lemon people
Disclaimer: Gosho is not one of those type of writers... just... no...
Warning: Lemon... Don't read it if you don't want the shameless smut, and its pretty shameless... *sighs*



It had always been innocent. Their teasing, their jokes, even the way he flipped her skirt.

Their games had always been chaste, and like children they were able to flirt shamelessly without any hint of taint in their actions.

Then something changed.

They got older, and their touches started becoming more serious. They weren’t actually dating, but the looks they threw each other and way they touched one another held a further step of intimacy.

The first time she realized something was as he drew circles on her hand and his soft fingers step up her arm. They were soon accompanied by moments they found themselves in far more compromising positions that neither dare bring up once they broke away. They didn’t kiss, didn’t really do anything improper, but sometimes a hug would last longer than it should, or Aoko would find she’d fallen asleep in his arms only to wake up with them both curled around one another and Kaito’s face buried in her hair.

Of course there was still that underlying innocence. They were both good, and wouldn’t consider things that might jeopardize everything they’d worked so hard to attain.

And they were both aware how much they were deceiving themselves.

Then she found out he was KID, and after a brutal fight they found that something else had seeped into their actions. Some of that innocence was lost, and some of KID seemed to fill into Kaito’s maturity. There were times after heists that Aoko would almost wonder how much was Kaito and how much was KID. Moments where she found herself caught off guard at a look, or a way that Kaito would teasingly dip her but she saw something else entirely flicker through his eyes.

Moment where they were both pushed up against a wall, with no way out, and wondering Where do we go from here?

Except they’d get control over themselves, laugh it off, and go back to life. Go back to friendship. Go back to their work and homes. They’d blame a couple drinks or exhaustion. They’d say they got carried away, or that they were caught off guard.

They let their intuition tease them, and would push away their inner conscious that warned them what might happen.

And sure enough, one night he came over after a heist and she stood their in a dress she’d worn for a dinner meeting with some collegues, and he was taking off his KID jacket in her living room. And she started teasing him about how many layers he had to wear, and he teased her about who she was trying to impress.

And he tried to flip her skirt.

She grabbed his tie.

And suddenly they found themselves in her darkened living room, staring at one another, with his arms wrapped around that skimpy little dress of hers, and her hands already on the buttons of his dress shirt-

When he kissed her.

Again and again and again.

Within seconds her arms were wrapped around his neck, and his hand had slid down the side of her dress. He chuckled when he found a very compromising slide, and she let out a gasp as his hand slipped up to her thigh.

If it hadn’t been dark, hadn’t been late, they both hadn’t had a long day, hadn’t been so sick and tired of tip toeing around, hadn’t been frustrated as others talked about their love lives while they just played at being content to watch from afar-

Maybe it wouldn’t have gone so far.

Except he was still in KID mode. The adrenaline was like a drug as it started rushing through his veins again, and she couldn’t have said no for all the money in the world. No one was there to break them up, and even their consciences seemed to be sitting back and just smiling smugly.

So she found herself nearly being lifted to her bed room. She found her arms wrapping tighter, and legs wrapped around him as he gently carried her to the edge of her bed and slid on top of her. Her fingers began shoving aside his buttons before he had another say. The tie was lost somewhere along the way, and she seemed oblivious to the kisses he was trailing down her neck and collar bone.

They’d both been deluded for far too long. Suddenly all the emotions she’d felt for months over poured, and she was tired of sharing this man that she knew very well she loved. Why else would you forgive someone who had completely betrayed you?

She found herself whimpering as his finger trailed up her side to her breasts. His fingers teased with her straps as he pushed it down from her shoulder. She let them fall away and she pulled her arms out as he pulled the fabric down with far more grace than she believed she could muster.

She let out a groan as his fingers ran back up her stomach to her bra, and she suddenly found herself breathless and he bent down to kiss along their ridges.

There was the awareness he had pulled her back up, and she felt his fingers flip the clasp in the back. Of all the times to feel a blush come to her cheeks now wasn’t the moment, but for some reason as the piece fell away and she felt his hands with the same hesitant move to gently brush them she knew the slightest bit of embarrassment.

Her dress slid to the floor, and his shirt had long since fallen away, but as he pulled away just for a moment to look at her it was as though her awareness was back ten fold. Before the moment had so completely overwhelmed her she didn’t have a moment to think, but now. She pulled away quickly and grabbed for the nearest sheet, shirt, anything as her hand rose to her mouth in horror.

“I… I…” she said trying to find words. What was she doing? Kaito would take one look at her and, and what? Compared to the other woman she knew what she looked like… And there she was just giving in without saying a word, and why was he even doing it? To what end? Wouldn’t he just take off when he realized she wasn’t… wasn’t what? What he wanted?

He on the other hand looked like some sort of legened. His body had been so toned by those heists, and dark hair slightly damp from sweat as he looked at her with those startling blue eyes. This wasn’t right. This didn’t work like this. Prince charming didn’t run off with the maid.

And now she was curled at the edge of her bed half covered in a sheet and knowing full well she could not afford to burst into tears or she didn’t know what would happen. And here Kaito had probably deceived himself into falling in love with her, thought that maybe he should… should what? Give in?

“Aoko-?” he asked softly, but she saw real worry in those eyes and she suddenly felt even more ashamed.

“Why…” she whispered softly telling herself that she was not going to break down. This was why she’d always ran. This is why she always turned away just before. She didn’t dare. She didn’t want this. She couldn’t take it if she actually got a taste, and then lost it all. Better to trick herself into… into what? Some limbo that might as well be a type of torture?

“Why what?” He moved closer and she realized he was playing with a few strands of hair on her shoulder, “Did I move to fast… I can leave I… I shouldn’t have come anyway… I guess I should’ve thought that I might lose control-”

She pulled away, “Why would you want me?” She pulled up the sheet higher, “Kaito I’m not one of those women out there. I’m not… I’m not beautiful like them. You just saw…” she clutched the sheet. “I’m so stupid… I should’ve never put on that dress. I wanted you to see it to prove I was a woman, but I know I’m not-”

“You don’t think you’re beautiful?” There was a touch of incredulousness in his voice and she felt her blush return.

“I’m not…” She froze as felt his hand slip to the sheet and lips slip to her neck.

“Is this what this is about? You’re afraid I won’t think you’re… you’re what? Not worthy of me or something silly like that?” She heard him laugh and she found it harder to keep the sheet as he distracted her with another kiss.

“…but…”

“Aoko… I love you,” he looked up to stare at her. “I… I can stop if you really want me to, but I swear I’ll be here tomorrow. I’ll be here every morning if you ask, why else do you think I’d have come to you that night? It’s not exactly usual for thieves to search out an Inspector’s daughter when seeking help you know…”

Her mouth made a little o, and his eyes twinkled as he leaned over to give her a teasing kiss by her ear, “Precisely. Am I allowed to kiss you now?”

She nodded, and then found herself suddenly giggling as his lips found a sensitive spot just where the ear met the neck. She felt the sheet fall away again, and felt momentary panic, but that was pushed away nearly immediately as his hands reached up cup one of her breasts. She let out a groan as his lips fell from her neck, to the tops of them, and then let out a soft moan when he nipped at the tips. His teeth gently took the tip between his teeth and she nearly yelled as his tongue teased the end. She found herself shoving against the bed, and felt his hands sliding to the edge of her underwear.

She though she yelled his name as his hand slipped inside their edge, but she wasn’t sure as his teeth let her go, and she was suddenly aware of her panties slipping away from her legs. The rush came back as his other hand squeezed her other breast, and the curve was hardening, and she did let out a yell as he lowered himself against her and she felt his lips slide around her other peek.

Her own hands finally seemed to get the idea she fumbled looking for the damn snap to his pants. She made a silent thanks that he was wearing his KID slacks which were much easier to come off, given his need for disguise. He brought his legs up against her, and she felt his bare skin against hers. His lips moved again, this time moving their way from the curve of her breasts, to her stomach, and she whimpered as he nipped at the lower abdomen kissing the edge softly.

“And you were worried about being beautiful…” she heard him chuckle. She hissed as his fingers slipped to the inside of her thighs and ran up and down along them making their way higher and higher.

She couldn’t have replied for the life of her. Her back was arches and she felt him slide over her. She could feel him through the boxers he was wearing, and once again reached for the edge of them. She wasn’t sure how she got them off, but was well aware as he lowered himself against her, and she found herself pushed harder into the bed as her nails dragged across his back.

This time it was his turn to groan as she gently bit at his earlobe and her grasp on him tightened. She was breathing hard, but she wished he’d stop waiting. Finally he pushed against her and she felt herself give a yell as first pain hit and then slowly something else tumbled over her at once.

“Kaito,” she whimpered and he almost pulled back before she screamed “No!” and pulled him back.

He shoved in again and she let another scream as sweat tumbled into her eyes, but she was cut off with a sharp kiss and she felt herself let go completely.



The first thing she was aware of when she woke up was pain. Sharp and exhausting pain, but a sense of calm that seemed to surround it. She rolled over trying to remember exactly why she ached and nearly smacked Kaito in the face as she did so.

She did manage to yell and fall out of her bed though, or almost fall…

Kaito was faster and managed to grab her, unfortunately that led to them both getting wrapped up in the sheets and rolling off the bed instead.

“Ouch…” she heard him mutter as she fell on him. It wasn’t that amusing for her either seeing how she was currently trying to decide whether she even felt up to walking, or if her legs had simply turned to jelly.

“Yeah…” she muttered trying to climb back up into the bed, but suddenly found two arms wrapped her middle. Looking up at him her eyes grew narrow, “No way… I ache way too much.”

“Mmm fine…” she heard him murmur into her hair. She felt her blush rise as memories from the night before flooded over, and tried to level her head which was currently harder than she thought seeing how he was currently set on distracting her.

“I could get use to this…” he added.

“I know the feeling…” she said nuzzling against him still wrapped in the sheet and feeling more than a little helpless, but still not wanting to move.

Suddenly she felt his hold tighten and he shifted so he was looking at her. His blue eyes were blazing again and she was still lost in them when he said, “Marry me.”

She was startled and jerked out of her daze, “What?”

“Marry me. Be my wife, you know as well as I this is just silly how we’ve been carrying on. How many times have we been mistaken as a couple as is? Marry me Aoko…” he kissed the nape of her neck again and she could feel his smile, “Please?” he added looking at her again. “I love you….”

All she could do was bury her face against the curve of his and nod. She was too tired to really find a way to speak her answer, and she was trembling too hard to really do anything else. She felt his arms tighten further and finally she whispered, “Yes.”


Neither moved for quite awhile, until Aoko shifted again, “I really do want a nice bath… that shower last night was not near as satisfying and I think my bones are aching.”

Looking up at his face she felt the color rise in her cheeks at his wicked grin, “Oh is that so?” He moved, “I’ll run you one if you like…”

She giggled and nodded as she let him slide out from the sheets, and she sat there still wrapped in her toga like dress.

She probably should have expected it when he reappeared several minutes later to pick her up as she let out a yelp as he dropped her into the more bubbles than bath.