Intro//Gekkou no Kiss

The moon shone brightly, their glasses of wine forgotten. Their hands were full with other matters. "Isn't the scenery perfect?" Lupin sighed, pressing his cheek against Jigen as he got lost within it's beauty. The sky was dark enough to pass for black, which only accented the stars in his eyes.

"Perfectly romantic," Jigen muttered sarcastically. "But I'm not one for romance."

"Oh?" Lupin rose and tugged on Jigen by the shoulders. "I'll bet you're wrong, Jigen-chan."

It was hard for Jigen to argue with those lips roughly shoved up against his own until it felt as if they were melting together. He hated it. He hated the warmth he felt and the way he couldn't begin to object over the weird pet names and the random shows of affection, because somewhere inside of him, the masochism was fluttering away, along with his self control.

"Jii-chan," Lupin cooed. Apparently he was an old man now.

"Shut up," he warned the thief, pressing firmly against his chest until he hit the wall.

Lupin smirked. "Yes, sir." He gave a small salute and undid the first few buttons of his shirt with a smirk, a large lump sliding down Jigen's throat. It was a game to him. Always with the teasing game. Suddenly turned off(yet unfortunately, not enough), Jigen turned and slid open the door to their humble abode. It wasn't a surprise that his arm was grasped before he could go very far. The thief's arms slipped suavely around his shoulders, sending a shiver down his spine. Slowly, he could feel Lupin's wamrth approaching further and the eventual breath hitting his ear. "I'll be good," Lupin whispered softly, flipping Jigen back around and tackling his lips in a sloppy kiss.

That time, Jigen clutched the red jacket and allowed himself to lose control. There was no holding back. He was fucking in love with the little bastard, and he knew he was loved in return. It wasn't the words, which were awfully pretty themselves, but the way Lupin would absent-mindedly stroke his hand in their quiet moments, the way Lupin's lips would peck their way down his neck, the way Lupin would whisper his name with such uncharacteristic tenderness in his voice, and even the fervor in their most violent of make-out sessions. He didn't deserve it.

Nearby, dark, pain filled eyes clenched shut, head whipping away. He couldn't watch anymore. He couldn't in the first place, but couldn't move either, not until his throat burned. He knelt down, holding his hand over his mouth as if that could take the nausea away. It was disgraceful how hard it was becoming to keep his outward composure, even worse than it had been before. Once he was able to taste something other than bile, he stood and made his way back to his room where he threw his sword across and loosened his clothing. He cursed to himself quietly as he gazed out into the moonlight, where he'd had his first real kiss and it hadn't meant a thing.

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Is that some jealousy Kikot-an senses?

Lupin: Of who!?

Jii-chan: Calm down. We'll see. Wait, my name's not-

-Lupin kisses Jigen to quiet him down-

Kiko-tan: Don't you just love a good mystery?

-still kissing-

Kiko-tan: K-Kawaii...