Daisuke Jigen wasn't a ladies man.
He'd been nineteen when he'd first realized it. Not old enough to drink, young enough for most dolls to turn their heads when he walked by. There might've been a point he'd found it odd just how little they interested him. How fluttering lashes and chest heaving with Gods' mixed blessing did little to actually turn his head like it did his peers. It wasn't till a few months past his twentieth when an older man grasped his hands around his and warmed the cold steel at his fingers that he got an idea how weird he was.
Course, back in those days you kept your secrets close to your heart and in arms reach. Much like your magnum-ready to draw when you needed it, but close enough that nobody else could touch. Unless you let them. He had a couple men like that in the past. Most of them were as skilled as he was. He wouldn't have asked for someone who didn't know what it felt like. Drag them into blood-spackled rooms and dances with partners holding knives and smelling like gunpowder-he might as well sign their death warrant.
Nice guys...they were rare to come by in those fields. Most of them would cum in your mouth without looking you in the eyes. The real sweethearts might've offered you a cigarette when you got done, but they wouldn't take you to dinner and buy you chocolate. After a while, the nice guys got harder and harder to find. You had to deal with the cocky assholes who denied every time they moaned your name, the bruisers that didn't get less rough off the battlefield, the generals.....that chose war and freedom for their people over you. Heh...and left you feeling like the selfish one.
Daisuke Jigen wasn't a ladies man. That was the problem. If he had been maybe things would've been a whole lot simpler for him. Maybe then he wouldn't have fallen for...
"And voila~! Breakfast is served!" The tray dome lifted and sent up with it a plume of smoky bacon, fluffy eggs and croissants. Course it was croissants. Probably from that bakery downstairs-fresh too. The chef gives a grin that's an epidemic around the table as he pulls off his apron and grabs a seat to the delighted coo of the only gal here. "Oh Lupin! You've outdone yourself again!" She gives a laugh as she leans over to drag him and his chair closer, "What'd I do to deserve such a sweetheart?"
"Gyuhuhu! How about what haven’t you done, hmmm? I can think of a couple of things~"
"Oh darling...not so soon after breakfast!" She smooches his cheek, seeming to delight at watching his eyes twirl and his grin widen to a cartoonish degree, "But you're sweet~"
Lupin the third...was a lot of things. A skilled man in the kitchen, loyal as a puppy dog to his allies, talented inventor when the mood struck him, and one of the world's most notorious thieves. Some might even call him a criminal mastermind, with more heists under his belt then paintings in the Louvre (no thanks to him of course.) To Jigen he was the world's smartest idiot.
He also happened to be the man he was deeply, desperately in love with. Course the chances of that happening were slim to none.
Probably because Fujiko Mine hadn't left his side in...had to be years now, come to think of it. Pretty as a picture, meaner than a rattlesnake, her loyalties laid in whatever thick pocket she had her eyes on that day. She had a way of taking men's hearts and holding onto them. Sometimes never letting a one of them go. Lupin had given it over willingly and the chances of it ever coming back were...questionable at best.
Jigen poured himself some coffee and grabbed a seat, stacking a plate with cheese omelette and bacon before he leaned back to take a gulp and watch the two lovebirds do what came natural, wiping the sneer off his face with the bitterness of French press. The front door shutting offered some distraction, the space next to him now taken up by about 125 pounds of lean killing machine, "Really? Takeout again?"
"Eh??" Lupin looks over, shoulders slumping in disappointment, "Goemon, do you really hate my cooking that much?? What's with you man?"
"Perhaps if you actually cooked something I liked I might be willing to try it." Goemon cracks open the box and transfers the rice and salmon to a plate.
"Look, I just don't consider fish a good breakfast food!"
"Funny, you ate it at that inn in Japan."
Lupin groaned like a man who knew he was talking to a wall, "Cause it's what they were serving, but if I make it at home-"
"Then I may choose not to eat it." Goemon said with a sip of miso.
"Right! Then you can-" Lupin blinked, then gave a grin that could only be described as devilish, "Goemonnnnn someone still needs to do the dishes yknow..." His eyes flickered down just enough to get him to lean back with a laugh, "Or I can do it! You cook, you clean, ain't that the way?"
"Mm." Goemon sheathed his blade again. A croissant’s top half slid off to land on the edge of the plate. Jigen had to guess they were sliced when Lupin bought them but the look on his face was telling a different story. Jigen made a grab for the paper before anyone else could get a peek at it, going for the front page first thing.
Jewel of the Antarctic set to launch for exhibition in two weeks!
Sheesh, a rock the size of a football...Fujiko would be over that the moment she spotted it. No chance on telling her now to. She'd find a way to turn that thing into either a necklace or a billion in cold bills. He smirked thinking about the former, for a second picturing her wearing the gem like an actual necklace. Or strapped to her back with golden chains. Kick her into the ocean and watch her sink outta sight. Good riddance...course then Lupin would probably jump after her...And Fujiko wasn't all bad.
She turned on a dime, but she wasn't a monster. There had to be something good in that gal for Lupin to be so entranced by her. Something Jigen couldn't see...course might've been cause he didn't see horns in his reflection yet. What else was in the news?
Nothing distracting enough to keep from glancing up at the lovebirds again. At some point during the meal, Fujiko had shifted to sitting on Lupin's lap, letting him feed her little morsels of egg or croissant. She grabbed a strip of bacon and brought it to her lips, very slowly biting the tip of it off with the satisfying crunch good bacon made. Good lord, the boss was eating it up too. You could almost see the steam rising off him as he moved to kiss her and ended up with his lips on her pointer finger, glancing up as she mouthed something to him and they both giggled.
...What comics were in here again?
"Hey Jigen-chan, anything good in the news?" He blinked up, giving a half-hum as he tossed it over, "Big diamond going on exhibition. Might wanna keep our eyes on it, boss."
"Oooh, that's a big one!" Fujiko snatched the paper, leaning her head on Lupin, "You'll get that one for me, won't you dear?" "Darling, I'd get the world for you! I'd throw in the moon and stars if I could!"
Lupin must've cooked these eggs with heavy cream. He can already feel them curdling in his gut. Jigen stood up, finishing the coffee as he stood, digging for the cigarettes, "Gonna stock up on our liquor today. Any requests?" "Oh! Uh...Pinot noir, 1975 if they got it...Make sure it's Italian and-" "Red stuff, got it. Goemon?"
Goemon looked up, "You know what I like." "And you'll get me something too, right Jigen-Chan?~"
Jigen stuck a cigarette to his lips and went for the door, shutting it behind him before he could hear whatever complaint or shoe Fujiko planned to lob at him. He lights it in the hall and is already on a second by the time he hits the sidewalk and sets to walking. Lupin would bug him about it later, but he needed the air. Sitting in a room too long with those two was gonna wreck his appetite the rest of the day...
...He didn't know why it bugged him like it did. Lupin was a Casanova. He left as many broken hearts as he did busted cop cars and empty pedestals. He liked ladies and for the most part, the ladies liked him back. Sometimes if he got lucky, even Jigen got an admirer or two in a town they went to. Granted about ninety percent of those girls had wanted him or Lupin dead...Least Fujiko didn't want to kill him most of the time.
But the mind had a habit of wandering while he walked, half with purpose and direction, the other half lost in a fog of cigarette smoke gathering under the brim of his hat. Thinking about how eager Lupin must be-all that teasing and ogling. How he'd pounce on Fujiko the moment he could, lean but strong arms around her...fingers hooked in his mouth so he wouldn't yell and wake everyone. That smile, the hot air puffed out by his ear, "Jigen..."
Then Jigen walks directly into a telephone pole. "..." He really needed to get some booze in him. Now.
Was there anything sadder about visiting a bar in the morning, just when it opened? That had to be hanging around it till mid-afternoon, trying to drown the aches and pangs of a needy heart with a bottle of whiskey until you could stop thinking of him. Staggering out and having to tug the hat down to blot out the sun, grumbling as he tried not to think of all the other folks out having productive days. Least liquor didn't judge. Least it didn't stare down your full selection on the counter until you slapped another hundred or so at 'em for good measure.
By the time he's coming back up the stairs to their hideout, it's just rounding up on three and the walk had helped him sober up a bit. Cracking open the new bottle would probably fix that...and why the hell was this place so empty? Goemon had probably gone out for meditation, sure, but Lupin would usually be pouring over some new plan or schematic about now. So where-
He straightens up at a giggle from the other room. Course...why should he be surprised?...Course they're getting into it pretty early...usually they'd at least wait till the booze came around. Hell, maybe they still were... He grabs the wine, following the sounds over to the door, cracking it open an inch. Just slip the bottle in and leave, that's all you gotta do, don't even need to...look...
Fujiko was still fully dressed, same outfit she wore to breakfast, with an added accessory-soft white gloves that made her look ready to perform some sort of magic trick. Or maybe it was just meant to go with the accessories Lupin was sporting alongside his birthday suit. Soft cloth ropes that were coiled around his wrists and connected to an intricate spider web of knots and ties, looping around his chest and shifting to rub against him whenever he moved, "There we go...not too tight, Lupan?~"
The man gulped, his grin shaky, but eager. "Just perfect, Miss Mine...Just like you..."
"Oh what a flatterer you are...come here, darling." He inched closer on his knees, let her stroke his hair back and cup his cheek, then hook a leg around his neck and drag him down. As though she gave a command, he moves off so he's at the edge of the bed, letting her adjust her hold on him...Oh boy. She is missing one other thing she had on at breakfast. "Make me come."
"Yes Fujiko." He leaned in to eat like a man starved, flat of his tongue stroking up broadly and curling to dart inside, bringing her whole mouth on her to suck, drinking deeply of her. And god, he loved it. Jigen could see it in the way the man's body twitched, the skin flushed, the needy little keening whines that rose up from his throat, and most of all-from the throbbing erection he sported. All for her.
Had...had Lupin been a sub this whole time? If he hadn't, well, he looked good doing it now. Really, really good...He swallows hard, finding his hands drifting down, working extra careful to loosen his belt silently, dick in his hand by the time he hears the first moan from Fujiko.
"Slower, slower...I know you want to come, darling, but you won't if you act so impatient. Relax. Make sure I feel good before you do."
Like a good dog, he obeys. His strokes go slower, his eyes close in concentration, and his cock jumps like he's been electrocuted, but doesn't go off. Instead he brings his face in deeper, nose nuzzling between her folds for another layer of stimulation. Fujiko's body tilts back, gloved hands sinking into his hair, pulling him forward when she rocks her hips, "There we go, good boy! That's-ahh-that's just what I want. Just like that. Such a good man..." She's panting, he's panting. Jigen can't catch his breath, biting his lip to muffle himself.
Then there's a moment where her body tenses up, and she hooks her finger on a rope by Lupin's neck, "Stop, stop." And he does, staring up at her with the utmost admiration while he licks his lips clean. "Finish me off. Fuck me, hard. Am I clear?" "Yes Fujiko." She yanks on a rope and the whole thing seems to unspool and release, letting Lupin spring up like a jack in the box on top of her, thrusting the moment he makes contact. He's taking her hand, kissing up her arm, gripping her fingers in his as he pounds. Jigen is getting achingly close, shocked that neither of them hear his soft pants and groans, even while he bites down hard enough to draw blood.
She moans, her breath catching, head tilting back and letting auburn curls halo her head, until her body clenches and she relaxes back, panting while her eyes turn towards Lupin, "Now-pull out and cum."
And before Jigen can catch the end, he does. His hips jerk and threaten to make his knees buckle out from under him, rocked by one of the strongest orgasms he's ever felt before. He can hear Lupin, his heavy breathing and the soft, dazed giggle that comes up from him, glancing back in time to see Fujiko cup his chin and kiss his head, "Good boy, Lupin..."
And Jigen has his second powerful orgasm of the day.
"Kinda late in the day to be doing laundry, partner! Booze get to you that bad?"
"None of your business."
"Awww Jigen, don't be grumpy like that! I was just kidding around!"
An ice cold shower did wonders for getting rid of stubborn hard ons that wouldn't disappear. It didn't do so good once he was out and now had to deal with the cause of that hard on joking with him like it was just another evening. He had to know. He had to. There was no way he couldn't. Jigen wasn't some super stealth agent like Lupin. That had to be the only reason Lupin was coming out here and helping hang clothes to dry off the banister. Looking at him like that, with that amused stare and wry grin.
Jigen feels over himself for a cigarette, glancing as one is offered to him, taking the French brand with only mild complaining, "... Thanks. Mine might've gone through the wash."
Lupin shrugged, leaning in with one of his own and a lit match, lighting them both together and leaning back on one of the few dry spots on the balcony, "We can always get some more. Least you don't wear white anymore, right?"
"Just the briefs." He glances sidelong at Lupin, looking so relaxed there, eyes on the growing twilight of the city skyline. C'mon. Just say it. Call him out for being a pervert, a creep. Just don't act like you didn't see him in the doorway...c'mon already...
"So..." Here it comes. "You enjoy the show?"
Jigen blinked. He knew it was coming, but he didn't expect his face to burn up this quick, "...Dunno what you mean."
"Oh c'mon Jigen. I shut the door when me and Fujiko started. The only other person that could've done it is Goemon and he's been out all day." Damn that smug smile he had... Jigen's eyes could've started a fire with how they narrowed as Lupin leaned in close, "So, be honest-you enjoy the show?"
Well...had he? He gulps, tries to put together another excuse, but...the mind is quick to wander. Thoughts going to those ropes, watching him pull and strain for some sort of relief, and his eyes...that look that said just how deeply, totally he was in love with the whole experience. But that wasn't what startled him either: Fujiko had surprised him more than anything. Her voice was familiar, but that tone...he'd only heard one like that when she'd finally had enough of toying around with a man against them and decided to feed him to the lions. At the same time, he couldn't remember the last time she'd touched Lupin so gently. His eyes wandered, and fuck. Fuck.....He could see it.
The faint trail of a rope burn around Lupin's neck, barely hidden by his rumpled shirt collar. It looked like Lupin could spot it too, and his grin widened as his eyes trailed down, his clever hand with nimble fingers suddenly on Jigen's groin, "Well hell, I'd say you liked it a lot then...I'm flattered."
Jigen hitched in a shaky breath, gripping the Bannister to regain his balance, "Y-you've got-"
"Shhhh..." His other hand had come up, cupping his cheek and running down his thumb to rest on his lower lip, spotting the swelling and bite marks from earlier. His thumb rolled across his crotch and elicited a shudder from the gunman, "Jigen, I know...I've known for a while..." He grins, that cocky smile he made when he knew he'd won, "But why just settle for me? I've got a better idea...if you'd hear me out of course."
Jigen growled against him, "Fuck...Lupin-"
At some point, Lupin had gripped around his chin, making it all the easier to bring him in for a kiss. Suddenly, every little fear and worry about this moment had melted down, pooled in his stomach and settled down around his hips. When Lupin made to shift back, he grabbed him by the lapels and yanked him back into it, almost like he was worried this would be his one opportunity to make it work.
It couldn’t last forever, much as he wanted it to. The both of them needed to breathe after all. Between pants, Lupin leaned in to bump his forehead against him, grinning ear to monkey-like ear, “My room. Fifteen minutes. Don’t leave me or Miss Mine waiting long.” And he left Jigen on the balcony with the laundry, like a summer wind through the night-hot and humid and leaving a funny taste on his tongue. Sweet, pungent, tinged with cigarette smoke. A 1975 Pinot Noir…
With shaking hands, he righted himself, picked up the crumpled cigarette he’d dropped, and tried his damn hardest to calm down and stare out over the city skyline for the next fifteen minutes and ignore the feeling like someone threw a lit match in his stomach.
That little rat...he’d liked him back all this time and hadn’t said a goddamn thing. A part of him was still half-expecting this to be some dumb-ass prank of Lupin. Like he was going to walk in to a fire of confetti and Lupin laughing his ass off that he got a sad old man like Jigen rock hard in seconds. The look on his smug little face as he laughed and laughed and Fujiko would wink at him, like this is the outcome he should’ve expected. And he reminds himself to stop letting himself get attached and throw this busted old heart right where it belonged.
He doesn’t realize he’s holding his breath till his lungs are screaming, letting the smoke pool out into a fog before him. Calm down. Breathe.
This was also Lupin he was thinking of here. Lupin could be a nasty little joker, but if there was one thing he took seriously, it was being a foolish romantic. A man like him had so much love in his chest it was a wonder his heart hadn’t blown up ages ago. He’d seen that love countless times with Fujiko-hell, he’d even seen it a little with Goemon back with Rose and Wolf. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen Lupin hold someone so tenderly...course, maybe that’s cause he wrote that time off. And he’d had a busted arm at the time, so not like Lupin could hug him very close…
He sighs again, stamping out the cigarette under his heel, “What the hell are you thinking right now, boss?” He grumbled, and looked out over the cityscape, killing time till the inevitable. Whatever happened, he’d have to roll with it, just like always…