GAY AS HELL - handcuff-kink

Kaoru Hakaze's plan had been perfect. A meticulously planned out heist with every detail accounted for. Down to the minute. Down to the three steps between a doorway. Down to the angle of the lift it would take to take a painting off the wall. He had every entrance to the gallery monitored, every camera location had been mapped out, and he knew where all of the sweet spots to hide were. It wasn't anything terribly complex, but it was elaborate. It was meant to seem like the perfect plan. The issue, however, was that The Fox -- Kaoru Hakaze -- didn't do 'perfect'. A perfectly executed plan was a fever dream, and a perfect plan on paper was bound to be fucked up somewhere along the way. Of course, it could have been a trick. He doubted that anyone would truly fall for it. He'd pulled similar things before, watching them scramble to the completely wrong location as he went for a place across town. He'd be impressed by their naivete if they actually went ahead and listened to this. Hopefully, it would just be the one on his tail. The one he'd enjoyed teasing throughout the past almost year. He worked mostly alone, trusting few people with who he was and the knowledge of his plans. The people he did work with were temporary, a rotation between various other people. None of them stayed long, and any contact with him was done through easily erasable or disposable means. He'd gone ages without being caught, despite a police force being on his tail half of the time. He knew that the cops had stuck someone onto his tail, following leads that went nowhere and following wild geese until they were free in the water. It had been months, and he could tell that the guy was getting frustrated. He had some good leads, but it was never enough.

10:23 PM

At least, until a little piece of paper with his plan (down to a T) was slipped under the door of the police agency by a little kid, someone who'd stumbled into it, just out of the blue. It was truly a spectacular coincidence for the police. Or it would have been had it not been planned out. As far as the police knew, Kaoru thought this plan would go off without a hitch. Kokichi only needed to hope that the guy on his tail would show up alone. So he waited. 'The Fox' was ready far before he needed to be, and everything seemed to be going smoothly. Typically, he'd be inside to make sure what was taken was what he needed to be taken, or acting out parts of his plan on his own, but today was different. The front door still locked tight, the thief sat on a windowsill facing out of the back of the art gallery, eyes peeled. His mask was brought down over his eyes already, garish outfit standing out in the dark of the gallery hallway. His coat hung behind him from how he was sitting, scarf back over his shoulder. A glance at his watch told him that he'd specified he'd be here in exactly sixty-five seconds on his plan. In one hand, the one pressed against the edge of the windowsill and holding him steady, he held a little envelope between two thin gloved fingers. A plain white envelope rested between them, a red wax stamp overtop. The design was his own, a rose or a heart depending on the day. The envelopes were usually empty, occasionally with a small white feather tucked into them. A calling card, just so everyone knew that the crimes were, in fact, his own and not the work of a copycat. Today, however, there was something else in this envelope, a little prize if the cops actually did decide to come out. He glanced up at the window, ensuring it was unlocked (purely so he could escape easily once he'd had his fun) before he went back to what he was doing, calm.

10:24 PM

He kept his ears perked up, listening for the sound of footsteps or anything behind him as he looked out of the back window. Sure, he'd likely hear the door unlocking, but he could never be quite sure with cops. They were a bit of a tricky bunch. Hence why he was enjoying his opportunity to mess with them in this little back and forth they had going on. Plus, a few of them were cute to confuse. Sending them running in circles. Maybe this would be one of those poor cops~ If he was being honest, he didn't even know exactly who was on his tail, just that he was playing this game of cat and mouse far too well. Fifty-five seconds to go.

Chiaki never liked the taste of black coffee. Yet he found that the bitterness of it is more tolerable than his lieutenant’s constant complaints. In all of his years of service, he’s never had a case as infuriating as this. A constant game of cat and mouse where no matter where no matter what he did, the mouse seemed to slip right out of his paws. A cold case was bad, but a case burning and boiling with so much information it leaves holes and split ended leads in its wake was much worse. It’s been longer than Chiaki would like to admit, marks of his repeated failures scattered across a white board, a constant reminder of his shortcomings. Every lead ends with a dead end or a failed arrest attempt. Even after countless coffee stains and sleepless nights, he finds himself empty handed. In fact, his hands might as well be tied behind his back. Lazily propped up against his desk, Chiaki’s eyes scan over red lines. bringing a hand up to the bridge of his nose, he presses it firmly with a frustrated sigh. As much as he hated the way his team has been handling the case, he has no one other than himself to blame. Chiaki firmly believed every single one of them was putting their utmost effort into this mess, they just needed one single push in the right direction. That push came out of nowhere. ’It’s a trap– another decoy’ his lieutenant reasoned. Turning his head, he picks up a paper from his desk, looking over it as if he didn’t have the plan memorized like the back of his hand at this point. With knitted brows he crosses his arms. But it’s the only lead they have. What else was he supposed to do, just stand there and wait for the robbery to happen? He’d rather risk it by himself then let the fox slip by under their noses once again.

10:48 PM

And he does just as much. With his pistol in its holster, and cap over his head, Chiaki stands in front of the art gallery. And despite his lieutenant’s frustrations with him, he was kind enough to grant him access to the gallery at the appointed time mentioned in the “plan”. He walks through the front door, footsteps echoing and bouncing off of the halls of the silent gallery. His solemn expression hides the quivering anxiety creeping just under his skin and drilling into his bones. The gate to the main exhibit looms over him, washing a slight chill through his body as he reaches for the metal handles and fights his muscles to push it down. The door wings open. His eyes are wide open. “y…” gritting his teeth, Chiaki’s hand hovers over his holster. He couldn’t believe what was displayed in front of him– a dream. It must be a dream. Biting down his hesitation, he pulls the gun out in one swift motion, finger hovering just over the trigger. “Hands where I could see them!” The harsh volume covers his wavering syllables. He fixed the other with a harsh glare, studying every inch of his posture for movement.

The threat was really nothing to him. A line he’d heard a million times from the sidelines, and even more times when the gun was right in front of him. He didn’t move for a moment, keeping his eyes out on the skyline. It was always gorgeous at this point in the night, although sometimes he wished he could see the stars more clearly in the city. Maybe he’d have to go back out to the beach again, but leaving behind his things for so long seemed like little more than a dream. Perhaps his alias could go on hiatus. That would certainly leave the police scratching their heads. Cautiously, he raised his hands up. It was a slow, lazy motion, as if he didn’t really care about the threat of the weapon pointed in his direction.He didn’t, really, because he knew that the cops wanted him alive. He had a lot of info. And a lot of reputation. He didn’t turn his head for another moment, letting the letter between his fingers catch the dim light from the window. He twisted his hand just slightly, showing off the prominent wax seal on the front. His proof that he was the real deal and not some imposter sent in his stead. “Look at you.” He called out, pitching his voice just slightly lower to throw the cop off of who he really was. Voices were recognizable, even if an outfit wasn’t. Changing the pitch was annoying, but it helped him a good amount. “I really didn’t think they’d send anyone, you know?” He asked, blinking slowly as he turned his head to observe just who they’d sent after him. He was happy to see it was just who he was expecting. The one cop who never seemed to give up. How cute. His gaze trailed over the cop, sizing him up. He didn’t seem to be too much of a threat and if that shake in his hands was any indication at all… … He’d be fine.

10:49 PM

Kaoru hopped off the windowsill, landing gracefully even from the short height. He leaned back against the wall, keeping his hands in the air as a precaution. He didn’t bother to move any closer to the officer, just wanting the advantage of being on his feet just in case he needed to run. “And you’re all alone too~ How cute.” He all but purred at him as he teased him, slowly lowering his hands. He kept them in view, taking the envelope and holding it up to his face, hiding the lower half. “I’m sure you want this though~ So let’s strike a deal. You tell whoever sent you that I wasn’t here, and you found this fun little note. It’s a game for you. Deal? It’ll give you more info.” He cautiously took a step forward, eyes trained on that weapon. Just in case. “I’m sure you’re enjoying this game of tag as much as I am~”

With gritted teeth, hitched breath and narrowed eyes, Chiaki wanted the fox’ every move carefully. Watching out for even a single muscle twitch. He holds his stance, weapon tight in his grip and feet pressed firmly on granite flooring, steading him as his mind rushes. He can’t mess this up. Months’ worth of work could go to waste in a blink of an eye. He had to put an end to this as quickly as possible, and without causing any injuries. Chiaki refused to shoot anyone unarmed, no matter who they were. As the other’s hand moves up, his eyes dart over, but his gun stays still, not showing any intent on flicking the trigger. Squinting, the sight of the seal causes his lips to press into a thin line. The confirmation comforting yet mortifying at the same time. The thief’s voice caused him to shudder. He does his best to subdue and cover by adjusting his stance, bringing the gun up to line it up with his eye. With even breath, he lets the taunts slip past him, determined to carry out his mission. Chiaki didn’t care about the status or praise this would get him, he only cared about bringing the thief into the hands of justice. He takes a single step back as the other lands on the ground, the sound of his heart beats louder than the slight impact caused by the other. “Don’t move.” he warns, voice firmer than when he last spoke. “Surrender right now. It’ll make things easier for the both of us.” His finger shakes over the trigger, but he changes its position, resting against the trigger guard instead of hovering aimlessly. He was absolutely frustrated with the way the fox remained composed throughout their interaction, as adrenaline flooded Chiaki’s blood and almost left his teeth clattering in anticipation. He held still and listened. This time around, Chiaki doesn’t step back. He stands his ground with a firm glare fixated on the other. His offer was ridiculous. “And why should I let you go and continue this game?”

Sure, Kaoru knew that his deal was anything but what this cop wanted, but that didn't mean he couldn't try. Of course, he wouldn't show his entire hand right now, but playing a few cards might just turn the game in his favor. Especially against someone like this. The officer standing in front of him was exactly who he'd planned to lure in, and he seemed far too anxious to actually hurt him. So, any anxieties about the weapon disappeared quickly. He had his doubts that he could even catch him to cuff him. Sooo, that was two points in the Fox's favor. Kaoru took a step forward, and another step, and a third, the soles of his shoes clicking against the granite flooring as he approached him. He fanned himself with the letter, pretending as if he were thinking over the question. "You and I both know that gun's for show, Officer..." He squinted a bit, "Morisawa." His research did pay off sometimes. "And a Fox wouldn't walk into a fight unarmed, would he?" "Unless he would~" Kaoru's movements are quick, and he's quick to use his forearm to hit his grip on the gun harshly, grabbing it as it slips from his grip. He twirls the weapon in his hand, checking the safety's on, before he takes a few steps back and points the weapon at the officer. "Now, Morisawa~" He chuckled, pointing the gun in the air. "One gunshot, and your backup will come, right~? So will mine. I'd suggest you take the game~ Isn't it just more fun this way?"

8:07 PM

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