"I never thought I'd have to tell any of you this before but… as the auction cost us a decent bit thanks to a discount being the only condition to the winner paying…" Lupin began, sighing as he folded his arms over his chest, leaned against his desk as he looked to Jigen and Goemon stood in his office.
"I'm afraid neither of you are to be in the same bedroom together UNLESS a customer pays for both of you at once."
Jigen could still remember the lecture he and Goemon were given that morning, clearly something had been stewing in the thief's mind to make him act that way. Despite the protest that there wasn't anything between the two, Lupin had still put a new rule in place just to stop them from trying anything like that again.
'It'll tire you BOTH out and then what? What if a customer comes in to ask for you, Jigen? Then they see you're tired and lose interest, and that's money walking out that door! That's the whole reason we're here in this place; money! Every time you go and jerk off or go and sleep around on the clock is about thirty minutes of waiting! Even then, you lose any mood you're in for the rest of the day!' Lupin had berated at length.
Not wanting to deal with him, they got the day over with and the moment it was closing time he had left. While Lupin had forbidden them all (though he knew the rule was in place for him and Goemon alone) to go and seek out pleasure on work time… Lupin had said nothing of seeking it out of work hours.
And that was just what Jigen was doing.
He'd agreed to meet Goemon in town to get some food after work, unsure if it constituted a date or not, thinking he'd just assume it was casual until the samurai said otherwise. Stood out the front of a Japanese restaurant, Jigen had a cigarette in his mouth and was about half done with it, glancing around occasionally to scan the passers by for any sign of Goemon.
As he'd been waiting about ten minutes already, he figured Goemon was just taking his time, blowing out the smoke and dropping the cigarette to crush it beneath his shoe. He didn't want to admit it, but he was beginning to think Goemon wasn't showing up. Figuring something must have come up, or Lupin had probably pulled him into his office to talk to him or something at nauseum, Jigen kept up the waiting patiently.
Hands in his pockets and the scent of cologne on his neck, Jigen tried to preoccupy himself somehow, glancing into the restaurant windows and seeing the food inside being eaten by the customers and getting hungry. His stomach growled at him and he had to remind himself to wait for Goemon before going in to eat, not wanting to be rude.
"Jigen!"
The gunman glanced over to his left and noticed a very familiar face standing there, hands on hips with eyes narrowed and a scowl on his lips. "Tottsan, can I help you with anything?" Jigen asked, a half surprised smirk on his face as he stood there leant against the outside of the restaurant.
Zenigata's expression changed for a brief moment to one of surprise and confusion before immediately resuming back to the scowl. 'He calls me Tottsan also?' the inspector had thought for that brief moment, having shaken it off.
"You can help by explaining why you're just standing there keeping watch or something. What's Lupin up to? Wherever you are, he's bound to be nearby!" Zenigata reasoned, seeing Jigen shrug to him in response and furrowing his brow. "Sorry to disappoint, Tottsan, but Lupin's not here. You think I can't go somewhere without him following?" Jigen asked almost rhetorically, seeming to enjoy teasing the older man.
"I-I… I know he's up to *something* and you two are joined at the hip, so you're bound to be in on it. Either you spit it out or I'm going to cuff you for withholding information from a police officer," Zenigata threatened, folding his arms. Jigen could see the shine out the corner of his eye, knowing Zenigata had come equipped with cuffs.
Of course.
"I told you already; I'm here of my own accord. What do you want me to say?"
"The truth! Lupin's been acting sketchy ever since that place opened and I know deep down he's up to something, planning something... he's going to steal something soon and I know YOU are involved with it! You're always involved in his schemes, Jigen… and that's why I'm giving you one more chance to come clean!"
It was beginning to grate on Jigen's nerves how persistent Zenigata was being, although it did impress him somewhat. He had to admire the man's tenacity and dedication to bringing them to justice, even when that dedication and tenacity lead to chases and close calls most of the time.
Jigen shrugged "I told you the truth, nothing's happening. I wish you wouldn't be so paranoid, Tottsan. I'm just out enjoying the evening and waiting for someone," he said, seeing a glint in the inspector's eyes. "Aha! So Lupin IS coming out here then! I knew it! You're coming with me and we're going to wait for him!" Zenigata said with an unwavered look of determination on his face as he whipped out his cuffs.
As he went to snap them onto Jigen's wrist, the gunman staggered back and just missed having the cuff making contact. "Don't resist, Jigen! I knew you were guilty and now you're coming with me!" Zenigata said as if his word were the law, and in some sense of the word, it was.
Another attempt was made and Jigen swung his hands up to avoid them being cuffed, staggering away from the restaurant wall and beginning to backup, bursting into a sprint as Zenigata attempted to chase after him. Running down the street, he dodged and wove through the pedestrians in his way and knew the inspector was hot on his trail the entire time.
Seeing police up ahead by the outside of a bar talking with a drunk man, Zenigata shouted out to them. "Stop the man with the hat and beard! He's a criminal!" he yelled ahead, Jigen seeing them turn their attention from the drunkard to *him* and mentally muttering to himself.
'Shit!'
He saw them whip out his gun, and knowing he could easily whip out his but not in a crowded place, he needed another out. A nearby alleyway was his best bet, and with a diversion of tossing his hat onto the nearest pedestrian with a beard, he dove into the alleyway with a tuck and a roll, landing behind a few trash cans and hiding.
He saw Zenigata rush past and heard the tell-tale sound of the man tackling the pedestrian to the ground in what he assumed was a move to catch his target… then the realization that he'd gotten the wrong man. "Y-you're not Jigen! Fuck, where'd he go?"
Jigen felt his heart pounding in his chest, knowing he couldn't hide forever and had to make his way out of there quickly. Glancing around, he saw the chain-link fence at the alley midway, getting up and rushing over to climb over it, jumping up on the dumpster and going to leap over only to feel his ankle being grabbed firmly.
"Aha! Caught you, Jigen!" Zenigata said triumphantly, grinning eagerly as he hoisted the gunman down and against the dumpster. As Jigen went to strike the man to get free, he felt the cuffs click onto his wrist and then the other when he tried to reach up to free his hand. Both hands cuffed, Jigen looked up with wide eyes to Zenigata who loomed over him with such a powerful stance and a glare that could pierce through him, given a whole different energy by the grin he wore.
Jigen tried to stand but was pushed back down firmly, Zenigata laughing "I've got you this time, Jigen! You're not going anywhere! Here, I think you lost this. Enjoy it while you can; I don't think prison allows anything other than the uniforms on their inmates," the older man said, putting Jigen's retrieved hat on his head once more where it belonged.
"I told you I don't have anything to do with Lupin or any plans, because he's not planning anything!" Jigen said, remaining adamant that nothing was happening, Zenigata losing his smirk and gaining a frown in its place "Jigen, you can cut the act - I'm not falling for it. Lupin's been covering something up this entire time, and I'm going to find out what it is through any means!" he said, clenching his fist.
Breathing harshly from the chase, Jigen could only look up just under the brim of his fedora at the inspector, his fringe falling in his face as it usually did and just barely obscuring his gaze from Zenigata staring down at him. Jigen couldn't help but feel a strange feeling stirring in his gut, the feeling of cuffs on his wrists bringing about memories that he couldn't help but begin to get flustered as he thought about them.
"I'm giving you one more chance Jigen; one more chance to tell me now, or I'm going to have to call a squad car to come pick us up and it's a one way trip to the station," the inspector said leniently, the look in his eyes telling Jigen that this really was the last chance to come clean.
Before he spoke, he was interrupted by the loud grumble of a stomach; his stomach. Blushing in response, Jigen realized that all the running and waiting had really emptied his stomach. He looked up at the sound of Zenigata laughing "Someone sounds hungry, didn't Lupin give you all enough food? Has he been starving you?" the inspector asked, though whereas Jigen expected it to be a mocking question… he was surprised to see it was a genuine question of concern.
Jigen shrugged "I… I was going to get dinner and all but, you know," he said, pulling his wrists apart and seeing the cuff chain go taut between them.
Zenigata paused to stroke his chin, internally debating if he should or shouldn't do something about Jigen's hunger. He too had been out with the intention of heading to the Japanese restaurant for a taste of familiar food when he saw Jigen by chance, and getting food wouldn't be too bad of an idea.
"Tell you what Jigen, if I go to the restaurant and buy you something as well, will you at least tell me what you know about Lupin's plans?"
"I…" Jigen began, cut off by his stomach rumbling again and groaning softly.
Though he could just as easily have called for a car to come pick him and Jigen up to take the gunman into custody, but the policeman felt a pang of pity he couldn't ignore. He sighed, helping Jigen to his feet "Just come with me to the restaurant, you'll get something to eat and then we're heading straight to the station… got it?" he said firmly.
Jigen raised his brows as he looked to the inspector, feeling like such a kind act was a bit out of nowhere, smirking as he figured it was on brand for Zenigata to be so kind even towards the very criminals he chased. Especially in times when they'd need it most. "Wouldn't that be a date, Tottsan?" Jigen asked with a teasing smirk, watching as Zenigata's face warmed up bright red right before his very eyes.
"W-what?! N-no, I… it's just I feel sorry for you and all, b-besides, I couldn't sit there and let you starve. If you die of starvation before your trial I couldn't live with myself, so shut up and just come with me then, Jigen." Zenigata said firmly, flustered as he grabbed Jigen's cuffs and began to lead him back to the restaurant, thinking *perhaps* he should undo the cuffs… or were the weird looks not directed at the man walking the other man through the street with cuffed wrists?
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"Here you are sirs; a bowl of miso soup with some rice and fried fish for the inspector," the waitress said, placing down Zenigata's order. "And for you with the… erm, handcuffs… here's the sushi platter. Enjoy your meals," the waitress smiled, though a bit unsure why the inspector would bring what she assumed was a criminal to dinner, walking off and leaving the two at their table.
Zenigata looked absolutely starved, licking his lips as he looked to the food laid out before him. "Ahh nothing like a nice hot bowl of miso soup to bring me right back, shame you only ordered sushi. The soup is delicious, not to mention something traditional," he said, as if that were a valid reason to only order what Jigen knew was rather odd tasting soup and NOT sushi, which he at least enjoyed.
"Ahh I'll stick to sushi thanks, Tottsan. You enjoy your soup," Jigen said, picking up a piece of salmon onigiri and tossing it into his mouth with a soft smile, rice already stuck to the corners of his mouth one single piece into the platter. Zenigata could only watch with a soft curious expression as he raised some rice to his mouth with the chopsticks.
As he watched Jigen eat, he glanced to the man's fringe just peeking out from under the brim of his almost iconic fedora. He wondered how Jigen even saw with hair in his face all the time, reasoning that hair that long was bound to get in the way or be distracting when in the field. Glancing down to take in a spoonful of soup, Zenigata glanced back up and continued to look at his fringe intently, puzzled by it.
"It's not polite to stare, Tottsan. I thought you knew that," Jigen smirked, startling the inspector who had no idea Jigen could even see him staring through that mess of hair. Blushing, Zenigata turned his attention away from the gunman and continued to eat as that was the reason they were there in the first place.
Jigen had a soft grin as he continued to eat, enjoying the dinner a lot more with the prospect of teasing Zenigata the entire time, loving how easy it was to make the man blush or be embarrassed. After tossing a second piece of sushi into his mouth, he glanced over to catch the inspector staring again, chuckling at how embarrassed Zenigata looked.
"You keep staring at me," he said with a humored chuckle "Any particular reason or… am I just *that* handsome?"
"I-I'm not staring, I'm just… uh… k-keeping an eye on you, that's all! Don't get it twisted, Jigen, I'm not here to admire you. I'm here to give you one meal before I call for backup to help bring you to the station."
"Ooh, and here I was thinking this wasn't going to be a romantic date night. Maybe instead I could be taken straight to *your* place?" Jigen teased with a wink, watching as Zenigata's face practically burned red, clearly unused to being flirted with so heavily - and by a man like Daisuke Jigen at that.
He was rugged and dangerous with a sexy charm to him whenever he grinned in that certain way. The mere fact that Jigen could shoot an ant between the eyes from some distance away was impressive on it's own, but the knowledge that Jigen had indeed ended lives gave him a dangerous yet enticing feel… like one minute he could hold you in his arms and the next he could have a gun to your throat.
That element of danger was oddly enticing to Zenigata, and the flirting wasn't unwelcomed either for as embarrassed as he was and how much he denied enjoying it. That night with Lupin had made him rethink a few things, mainly his stance on his attraction to men. He'd had his fair share of homoerotic thoughts in the past, but after the night with Lupin… he had a lot more to think over.
Glancing from the complimentary glass of water by his food to Jigen, Zenigata mentally debated whether or not he should ask Jigen about… his earlier proposition. He'd thought about it ever since that night on the terrace, having been able to smell the faint scent of scotch and cigarettes in the wind whenever Jigen crossed his mind since then.
"Jigen…" Zenigata began, shoveling more rice into his mouth and politely waiting until he'd chewed and swallowed before continuing "I… would like to know if your proposition still stands." The inspector glanced away, his eyes on his food and his cheeks a rosy red that spanned from eartip all the way across his cheekbones and nose to the other eartip.
He couldn't believe what he was asking Jigen, a known hitman and criminal.
Jigen's brows raised before his expression settled into that of a teasing yet interested one. "Oh? My proposition? You wouldn't be… interested… would you, Tottsan?" he asked, resting his chin in his hand and drumming the fingers of his other hand against his cheek, a smirk on his lips as the cuffs hanging onto his wrists glinted a bright silver.
It was all getting to Zenigata; the smirk, the blush, the way Jigen's wrists looked so perfect in handcuffs…
Even at the risk of giving into a criminal and going against his morals, he was tempted. Hell, it wasn't like he hadn't already gone against his morals when he'd slept with Lupin willingly a few nights prior. "Well, so what if I am? I doubt I'm the worst you could do, Jigen," Zenigata said, folding his arms.
Jigen's brow arched as if a nerve had been struck, but he shrugged.
"Point taken. So the nearest hotel or… are we taking this back to the Love Hotel, Tottsan?" he asked, tilting his chin up and looking at Zenigata through the part in his fringe, the smug almost cocky smirk on his lips making Zenigata's cheeks warm up even more than they already were. If that were even possible.
"As if I'd do anything remotely dirty in that hotel again, besides, I'm scraping by on cash as it is and I've seen your rates," the inspector said with a grumble.
Jigen chuckled "Who said I was asking for payment?"
Deciding to take a spoonful of soup was a decision that Zenigata soon came to regret as he was in the midst of it when Jigen caught him off guard with that remark, making him spit the soup out in surprise. "You'd… do it without payment? But… why? I… I don't get it," he stammered, beyond flustered.
"Well payment would give Lupin one less reason to bitch about me sleeping with you, but we can do it without payment if you really want to get on his nerves," the gunman remarked, half smirking at the mere idea of peeving off Lupin and seeing him get all up in arms about it and raving on about 'keeping yourself for the customers' and 'only taking cock when you're on the clock.'
It honestly surprised the older man that Jigen would even consider sleeping with him without the reward of money, and the more depraved half of his mind was telling him to take the chance while he had it and sleep with Jigen. Sleep with him and make him forget his own damn name by the morning.
"Well, inconveniencing Lupin is tempting… but… we can go as far as your rates allow us to, which I doubt will get me more than hand holding," Zenigata mumbled, dabbing a napkin onto himself to clean up the spat out soup from before. Jigen sat up straight rather than leaning back on his chair as he was "Like I said, Tottsan, payment isn't necessary… unless you *want* me to charge you."
"N-no I'll take it without the payment then!" Zenigata blurted out, blushing at what he'd agreed to and sinking into his chair a bit. He turned back to his meal and finished off as much as he could, looking to Jigen leisurely tossing the sushi into his mouth and catching it mid-air as if it were a game, narrowing his eyes at him briefly as they finished up their food.
"Alright, I'm done. Let's go," Zenigata said, standing up and grabbing the chain between the cuffs to lift Jigen to his feet. As they went to go, he looked to the bill and left the amount on it, leaving a tip as well.
"Even when you're strapped for cash you still leave a tip. Your politeness never ceases to amuse, Tottsan." Jigen smirked, earning a half glare with rosy cheeks from the inspector who huffed at him. "It's rude to leave no tip when you enjoyed a meal as much as we did. It was delicious and worth what I paid."
"Explains why I get so many tips after the customers finish, huh Tottsan?"
Jigen's response left the inspector red faced, gritting his teeth in embarrassment as he yanked on the chain and stormed out with Jigen in tow, not wanting to just stand there and be teased in the full view of the restaurant like that. "Just you be quiet, alright? I've had enough of teasing and jokes at my expense for tonight," Zenigata stated, looking around and seeing the hotel building he was staying in just ahead.
Like hell he was going back to Lupin's establishment and doing stuff where Lupin could hear him and possibly even walk in on. He couldn't handle any more smug dirty looks from Lupin, and he could practically hear Lupin's smug voice now.
'Ara-ara~! What have we here? Tottsan and Jigen? How depraved of you both! Especially you Tottsan, how lewd of you to have Jigen in such a position while you get off on it!'
He shook his head to clear his thoughts, huffing to himself before heading in the direction of the hotel he was staying in. Entering in, they headed to the elevator and Zenigata pressed the corresponding button to his floor, watching the doors close on them both alone in the elevator box.
Feeling it lift, he glanced to Jigen and then away again. There wasn't much to look at in the metallic box of the elevator, so he didn't have that much of a reason not to look at Jigen even if it was out the corner of his eye.
Pronounced cheekbones, narrow yet hungry eyes, a thick black beard… Jigen certainly had a rugged, dangerous appeal to him. Even Zenigata couldn't deny it, though it wouldn't be quickly admitted either. Trailing his gaze down Jigen's body, over the undershirt that seemed loose on his thin figure, down to the gleam of his belt buckle and below to his slacks - particularly the groin of said slacks.
"My eyes are up here, Tottsan." Jigen remarked, causing Zenigata to tear his gaze away and stand straight, blushing at being caught staring.
"Tsk tsk, staring directly at my crotch like I wouldn't notice where those perverted eyes of yours were."
"I-I'm not perverted! I was just… well there's not much to look at here is there? My eyes wandered like anybody's would when faced with such a boring space!"
"Yes but would anybody's eyes wander directly to my crotch like yours did?" Jigen teased, taking a sense of enjoyment in seeing the normally level-headed and competent police inspector become so embarrassed at the slightest bit of teasing.
Zenigata went silent, unable to even speak let alone defend himself, timidly turning his head slightly and pulling the brim of his hat down a bit in an attempt to hide his face. He knew he was being given that damn dirty grin, and it only served to make the groin of his pants tighter as he stood there.
He saw movement out the corner of his eye, turning and immediately feeling his back be pressed to the elevator wall by Jigen. He feels Jigen's hands either side of his neck, fingers splayed out over the cold metal wall of the elevator interior, the chain of his cuffs pulled against the inspector's windpipe tight.
It wasn't anywhere near choking him, but the simple fact Jigen had gotten him into a situation like this was embarrassing and yet roused something within him. He gulped, feeling the chain connecting the cuffs taut against his throat and raising his gaze to meet Jigen's.
A hot tingle ran up his spine the moment their eyes locked, feeling his heart pound in his chest. The elevator doors opened and the two turned to face them, seeing body there to enter. Jigen glanced to the glowing floor button on the elevator panel "This your floor?" he asked, Zenigata nodding "Then let's go."
Gulping, Zenigata grabbed the chain that had previously been taut against his neck and lead Jigen out of the elevator. His room wasn't far from the elevator shafts, so with a brief walk and the metalic clicks of unlocking a hotel room door they were inside Zenigata's hotel room.
As Jigen expected it was clean, organized and could even see a bunch of papers and files and other police paperwork on the desk all relating to Lupin and the rest of the gang. He could easily pick out his name from where he stood at the door, and turned to see Zenigata blushing and pulling him further into the room before the door was closed and locked.
The atmosphere of the room changed almost immediately upon the lock of the door, even Jigen tensed slightly but still walked over and sat on the bed as if waiting for the inspector. "So then, are you going to keep me in cuffs the whole time while we do this then, Tottsan?" Jigen inquired with a dry smirk, pulling his wrists apart and barely even doing more than making the cuffs clatter a bit.
The idea of having Jigen all to himself, cuffed to the bed and unable to escape… it was a perverse yet enticing thought the older man could not ignore. And he did not. Clearing his throat, he walked over and nodded, taking the key and unlocking the man's wrists. This puzzled Jigen until he felt his blazer jacket being torn off and tossed onto the floor, going to look over at it briefly but being met with lips against his own pressed roughly.
At first he was surprised but chuckled under his breath at the amateurish kiss of a man who wanted to be passionate yet was almost afraid to commit fully to it. "Hah, if you're going to kiss me like that then I might as well treat you like the schoolchild you're acting like," Jigen teased, using his free hands to both softly hold Zenigata's chin and to grab at his tie to hold him close.
Frowning and with teeth grit, Zenigata dug his fingers into Jigen's shirt and began to fumble to undo the buttons, grumbling to himself. "I'm NOT acting like a schoolchild… you just need to be quiet and not judge me while I do this, Jigen. Unless you're going to help then be quiet," he muttered to the gunman, managing to undo his shirt and tugging it off his shoulders. It quickly joined the blazer crumbled on the hotel room floor.
Managing to remove Jigen's tie and shirt he tossed it to the pile with the rest of Jigen's clothes. He pushed Jigen onto his back, his head against the pillows as Zenigata crawled atop him and held his wrists tightly. Jigen felt his and Zenigata's lips crash together as the man half fell forward, the blanket half slipping out from under his knee.
Feeling Jigen's tongue swipe out between their lips, Zenigata let out a soft gasp at the tingles it brought upon him, feeling those tingles head straight to his groin. He snaked his tongue across Jigen's bottom lip, eliciting a soft noise of want from the man beneath him, wanting to hear more of Jigen's breathy gasps and whines.
The man was so usually quiet and reserved, hearing him speak much at all was a treat… but such dirty and desperate gasps and breathy moans was something altogether.
"F-fuck…" Zenigata softly cussed under his breath, feeling Jigen's lips part just enough for his tongue to slide between them. Met with Jigen's tongue, he could taste the cigarette from before along with a hint of a long since gone whiskey that was delicious and smoky. It was almost the perfect essence of the gunman himself.
Before Jigen could even break away to breathe, he felt the click of cuffs on his wrists and looked over. Sure enough, his wrists were cuffed… to the headboard bedposts. He was surprised at first but barked out a laugh, looking to Zenigata who blushed in response. "Cuffing me to the bed? No wonder you were in such a race to get my top layer off, kinky bastard…" Jigen teased, immediately being met with a rawly sexual glare and hands poised at his hips firmly.
Firm enough to silence him and make him swallow stiffly, unable to tear his gaze from Zenigata. He watched the man undo his belt buckle, his slacks being pulled down to his mid thighs, exposing the noticeable bulge in his boxers. Zenigata stripped the rest of Jigen's clothes from him in record time, standing there in awe at the sight of the naked and vulnerable gunman cuffed to the bed.
It dawned on him. 'Jigen is all mine… he's mine and nobody else's. Even if just for tonight… I… I have him cuffed to the bed, he's here… for me.'
The dirty, possessive thoughts were enough to make Zenigata shed his own clothes onto the floor haphazardly, not even letting his self-consciousness make an appearance as his mackintosh and hat and tie, along with the rest of his attire, ended up right beside Jigen's on the floor in a pile.
Though Jigen's nude form was quite the sight for Zenigata, it wasn't one sided, Jigen taking the time to trail his gaze down Zenigata's timeworn yet still fit and masculine figure. Frankly he was impressed that the inspector still maintained the physique he had, and trailing his curious gaze down south meant he was met with a rather impressive hard-on.
It was almost intimidating with the way it stood so proudly and gave a soft twitch occasionally, almost in time with Zenigata's heartbeat. "Ha, now who's the pervert staring at who's groin, Jigen?" the older man laughed with that deep, gravely laugh that Jigen felt his heart melt at, blushing as he had indeed been caught staring.
"How can I not stare, it's fucking huge!" Jigen said, catching Zenigata off guard at such a comment, his face burning with warmth.
Flustered, Zenigata shook his head to clear it and crawled atop Jigen, leaning down to kiss him whilst his fingers tangled themselves in the man's long dark locks. Feeling the slight tug to his hair in just such a way, Jigen felt a soft tense of masochistic pleasure from it, moaning softly and adding tongue to the kiss, desperately half humping the air and trying to find something, anything, to grind his cock against.
Feeling this, Zenigata gave a rumbling chuckle "You're so horny you'll grind on anything that moves, won't you? Hold still," he said lowly, parting the kiss. Leaning down, he began to trail kisses down Jigen's chest and along the treasure trail of dark hair down to his groin, being met with such a clean yet raw scent of arousal that it almost made him dizzy. Definitely a unique scent to Lupin' arousal.
The comparison between the two thieves was akin to the comparison of milk chocolate to dark chocolate; both had a similar scent yet were different in an indescribable way.
Jigen squirmed, the cuffs rattling as he moved, soft desperate pleas coming from him as he lay there with Zenigata so teasingly close to his leaking manhood. He could feel the man's hot breath upon his cock, sucking in a sharp breath at it to avoid moaning his head off. 'Just t-touch it you fucker, touch it… d-don't just sit there and breathe on it, touch it for the love of God!' Jigen screamed mentally, his face reddened like wine.
"You're so cute like this," Zenigata muttered softly, a gentle smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, his slightly calloused finger brushing over the slit of Jigen's cock, eliciting a low and desperate moan from the gunman. Between being called cute and having his cock rubbed, it was quite the encounter so far, and probably one of his better encounters with a large bulky man.
Gritting his teeth to avoid moaning again, Jigen squirmed softly and couldn't help but lay there and let out labored breaths out between his teeth. Zenigata's large warm hands felt magical, something about them just doing things to him that no other hands could do. He knew he could even say things Goemon's delicate hands couldn't do to him.
Hands worn by years of service and chasing after him and the rest of Lupin's little gang were much much different to hands worn by years of mastering a sword.
Not to say he didn't like Goemon's hands; far from it, he loved them… but Zenigata's hands were something else altogether. They were strong, warm and rough against his sensitive member and that was enough for him. "A-ah! A-are you just going to touch me like this the entire time?" Jigen asked, huffing and looking up through his messy parted fringe at the inspector.
"Why? Do you want me to stop?" Zenigata teased, pulling his hand away and watching Jigen's expression change in an instant to one of longing and regret. The gunman could feel the ghost of Zenigata's hand upon his length, squirming and practically writhing there in an attempt to feel it once more "F-fuck, ah, I'm sorry! Keep going!" he begged.
The sweet, desperate noises Jigen kept making were like music to Zenigata's ears - music that made his belly tighten with desire pooling within. Feeling a hot, wet tongue on his cock, Jigen glanced over to see just what he expected; Zenigata poised over his cock with his hot, wet tongue grazing up the underside of it.
Sweet fuck, when he trailed that tongue over a vein his head arched back and he moaned louder than he would be proud to admit, back arched from the electric chills that shot up his spine. God knows he would have just grabbed Zenigata's head and plunged it onto his cock with all this teasing and slivers of pleasure here and there.
He wasn't an impatient man by any stretch, but when it came to situations like these he was slightly less patient. To be fair, sniping a target from 200 meters away and laying there patiently while a larger man trailed his tongue over your most sensitive part… they were very different situations to say the least.
And the best part; it wasn't his first time in either of the situations.
He could feel Zenigata's tongue slide down his length once more, feeling it glide over his balls and gritting his teeth to stifle a moan. Before he could even process the first touch of tongue to his balls he felt them being engulfed by the older man's hot, wet mouth. "O-ohh fuck!" he moaned, pulling against the cuffs and hearing them rattle against the wooden bedposts.
He could only writhe there on the bed, feeling the soft bedsheets underneath him and being helpless as he felt Zenigata's tongue paint strokes against his member, expression being half a snarl and half pleasured. Jigen was nowhere near as loud as Lupin was in bed, hell, nobody was as loud as Lupin was in bed.
Little more than the occasional understated moan and horny gasp for air escaped Jigen's moist, parted lips… and Zenigata of course, used to the past two times with Lupin, was finding Jigen's subtle gasps and soft moans to be a change of pace. Plus, he wouldn't lie - it was as hot as all hell to see the man like this.
Seeing as his arms were occupied, Jigen used his legs and got Zenigata in a sort of headlock with his thighs, desperately attempting to get him to suck the damn cock in front of him. Seeing this, Zenigata was firstly flustered to be in such a position and secondly amused by the sheer level of desire Jigen would have to do it.
"Oh you really want it sucked, hmm?" Zenigata questioned with a half smirk, blushing at the cock being pressed against his cheek thanks to the headlock smooshing him against it. By god it was hot and heavy and slick with a mix of Zenigata's saliva and the pre-cum that'd been leaking from it since he was cuffed to the bed in the first place.
Jigen nodded wantingly, breathing heavily, eyes hazy.
Zenigata softly pried Jigen's thighs apart and freed his head, giving the man a dirty look before taking two more pairs of cuffs out of his mackintosh on the floor. They glinted in the dim light of the room, illuminated by the night lights coming in through the third story apartment window, sending a shiver down Jigen's spine.
"Naughty criminals get restrained, and you've been anything but good Jigen. Hold still," Zenigata said, grinning as he grabbed hold of Jigen's ankles and snapped the cuffs onto them, cuffing them to the other two bedposts and keeping his legs apart even with the struggling Jigen did.
He blushed a deep red right across his cheekbones, something about being completely helpless and restrained both scaring him and deeply arousing him. No matter how much he struggled and fought against the cuffs, he was held there in place by them and to add to his arousal and embarrassment - Zenigata was watching it intently.
"So I was right then…" Jigen smirked, a humored look in his eyes. "You DO have a kink."
"W-what?! I… t-this isn't a kink!" Zenigata defended, flustered.
"You're telling me that cuffing somebody to the bed like this isn't kinky? Tsk tsk Tottsan, when will you learn to just embrace your depraved side and admit it's a kink?"
Zenigata turned his head and folded his arms briefly, glancing to Jigen all helpless and cuffed to the bed and smirking. "Oh? And what are you going to do if I don't? It's as if you've become unaware of the situation you're in, Jigen. Last time I checked I wasn't the one cuffed to the bed," he said, a deep rumble to his voice that gave Jigen tingles of desire all through his body in an instant.
That slight spark of panic hit the gunman, realizing Zenigata was indeed right and that he was indeed helpless. Any sort of power he once had now was gone, reduced to nothingness.
He was met with that damn dirty laugh once more "Now… if you want me to suck that dirty thing of yours, beg for it." Zenigata said, folding his arms and seeing Jigen's expression falter between one of arousal and confusion. "What?"
"You heard me, I said beg or I won't even touch you. I'm content to just stand here and wait until then, Jigen. I'll even handle myself while you remain there to watch," the older man said with a teasing grin, watching Jigen panic slightly and swallow stiffly, his cock throbbing and being as sensitive as could be, desperate to be touched.
Moments passed by, Jigen trying to test how long he could hold himself out. It was about two minutes later before he broke under the weight of his arousal and his rock-hard manhood, letting out a horny whine. "F-fine! Please! Please fucking suck it!" he begged, squirming and being unable to do little more than just that.
Zenigata, licking his lips, felt like he could tease Jigen all he liked now that the gunman was the helpless one. "Oh, you call that begging? I've heard better from Lupin, and unless you beg properly you won't get any sort of touching, understood? Now beg," he said, feeling a sexual thrill from having the power in this situation, breathing heavily in arousal and excitement.
Jigen shuddered and bit his lip, the power dynamic between them having changed almost jarringly in favor of Zenigata, it feeling almost unfair. He wet his lips and hesitated, trying to hold back more but being almost betrayed by his arousal that made him beg like Zenigata wanted.
"P-please, suck it! I can't take it any longer Tottsan!" he begged desperately, struggling against the cuffs to no avail. He felt a deep rippling pleasure run through him at the feeling of a hot mouth slipping over the head of his neglected member, feeling it slide deeper and arching his back. His eyes practically rolled back into his skull as he let out a soft hissed breath of pleasure.
"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, moaning as he felt Zenigata's tongue sliding up his length and coiling around it, tasting every inch of it as if he were savouring it. This was beginning to be too much; it was too soft and gentle and he felt so embarrassed just laying there and being treated so gently, even despite the power play.
Goemon was gentle and deliberate in all of his intimate movements, and while it was a nice break of pace from his previous… encounters… with individuals he wouldn't mention, he wanted a taste of raw rough sex again. It'd been too long, his body ached and craved the rough handling of manly hands on his hips and those almost aggressively horny bites to his skin that left red marks the next morning.
He should have figured a man like Zenigata would be as gentle as he was.
After more skillful tonguework, Zenigata slid Jigen's length out of his mouth, licking his lips as he looked to the dark haired man laid out on the bed, cuffed and vulnerable, watching his chest rise and fall and his wanting gaze through his parted locks.
Before Jigen could even take another breath, Zenigata shifted forward with a knee either side of Jigen's head and his long, thick cock almost menacingly looming over his face. The sheer musk of it was intoxicating and smelt so clean yet still unmistakably like sheer lustful arousal.
He felt the cock's leaking tip be pressed to his lips as if expecting entry, and glancing up to see Zenigata looking back down with a red-faced yet unmistakably horny expression, he knew that was exactly what was expected. He couldn't disappoint the man now, could he?
Opening his mouth gladly, he sucked in as much as he could of the long meaty member, hearing a surprised yet loud moan come from Zenigata who tangled his fingers in Jigen's hair, one hand holding the headboard for balance.
Sure Zenigata had indeed had sexual encounters before, but none quite like this, none like Jigen. The dangerous yet alluring gunman was something else entirely, having that something that Zenigata couldn't help but want. The man's body did something to Zenigata that he knew even Lupin couldn't have dreamed of doing to him. With Lupin, Zenigata just wanted to fuck the smugness out of the thief… but with Jigen, he wanted to fuck him just as hard but for an entirely different reason he couldn't place.
Trailing his tongue along the underside of the thickness in his mouth, Jigen was squirming and desperately thrusting into the air for some semblance of touch or pleasure. It felt like torture; one minute he was being sucked and the next minute he was left there with a saliva-slicked cock and not an ounce of pleasure.
He would assume Zenigata knew exactly how devious he was being, but Jigen knew something like that would be Lupin's doing if anything. Zenigata no doubt was just caught up in the moment and wanted to see how far his cuff kink would go.
At least that's what Jigen thought.
Not like he could do much else with his arms and legs restrained and a thick cock in his mouth. Except for sucking said cock, which he proceeded to keep at, sucking harder and practically attempting to milk the cum right out of it. He could tell it was overwhelmingly good thanks to how much he could see Zenigata's thighs quivering and his moans too - they were loud and the man was barely able to stifle them.
"F-fuck, I'm going to… ngh," Zenigata shuddered breathlessly, going to pull his member out to avoid exhausting himsel too early. Feeling it exiting his mouth, Jigen whined in protest and wanted to taste the man, frowning as he felt an emptiness in his mouth that the enormity of Zenigata's cock had left there.
"Even if you had have came right there, I-I would have still enjoyed it. I would have waited another round," Jigen said, a soft slight pout to his lips that made Zenigata instantly lean down to kiss them. He could taste himself on Jigen's lips, a lewd thing he never imagined himself doing but yet couldn't stop. Lips pressed in an intimate battle, Zenigata smoothed his hand up Jigen's forehead and brushed his fringe from his face, getting a good look at the man beneath his curtain of dark hair.
When Jigen parted his lips to suck in a breath, Zenigata took the chance and slid his tongue between them, gliding his tongue over Jigen's with a wanting whimper. The sheer erotic tension in the room was beginning to get to them both, Zenigata getting up much to the younger man's protest, fishing around in his pants pocket for his wallet, picking out a condom packet.
"You carry protection around with you all the time, huh? Expecting something or just being prepared?" Jigen smirked, softly tugging against the cuffs just to feel the restraint on his limbs as he watched on, seeing the condom being opened and put on with much focus.
It was quite the sight indeed, and as soon as the inspector had the condom snugly fitted onto his throbbing boner, he was back knelt in between Jigen's parted legs. "You… you've had it in you before, huh? You want me to prepare you?" Zenigata inquired, softly rubbing his warm calloused hands up and down Jigen's inner thighs, feeling how hot yet soft they felt under his fingers.
"That… might be nice, especially if you're planning on putting that in me," Jigen said with a half humored chuckle, glancing to the beastly member between the other man's legs. Blushing warmly, Zenigata immediately walked over to the bedside table and took out a bottle of hand lotion, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers and then cautiously onto Jigen's puckered asshole.
The damn stuff was cold and slimy and it sent shivers up the bound male's spine, making him audibly gasp at it. He would have cursed too but he held back on it… for about five seconds when Zenigata's fingers pressed into him, feeling a digit slowly push inside right to the knuckle.
"F-fuck!" he shuddered, giving a soft half-hearted glare to Zenigata who blushed in response. "Sorry, I-I'll go slower the next finger and all," he apologized, slowly pumping the finger in and out of Jigen enough to loosen him up for the second finger. The moment the second one slid inside and stretched Jigen's asshole, the gunman gave a soft grunt of discomfort, adjusting to the feeling of the two thick digits pressed inside him.
The moment the two fingers spread and stretched his tight hole open, he let out an unholy mix of a moan and a half cry of pain. Fuck, it hurt, but it hurt in the best possible way and Jigen was feeling that ache again that he craved.
"Did that hurt too much?"
"N-no, ah… just keep going, alright?"
Zenigata nodded and proceeded to gently stretch apart Jigen's asshole, working the stretching into a rhythm before eventually stopping it and adding a third finger. By this point Jigen felt his heart pounding against his chest, arching his back at the sting and the pleasure that hit him from the third thick finger inside his asshole.
He felt stretched enough at this point, whimpering softly as he half turned his head to bury it as best he could into the pillow beneath it, not being quite able to do more than give Zenigata the utterly breathtaking sight of himself gasping and writhing with his hair out of his face.
The way he moved, moaned and tugged on the cuffs restraining him… it was intense.
Not wanting to wait a minute longer, Zenigata removed his fingers and heard a soft distressed whine from Jigen in response. He wet his lips and softly positioned his tip to the prepared, lubed up hole he'd been fingering not a few seconds prior, feeling a shiver from Jigen and knowing he couldn't hold back.
He glanced up as if to check Jigen was still wanting this, being met with the sight of the man watching him intensely with a look of raw lust in his eyes, softly huffing and feeling like he was going to die if he didn't feel that cock inside him.
Shivering briefly at the intensely sexual look directed at him, Zenigata nodded and pushed his hips forward, feeling Jigen's asshole give a little resistance before the lotion worked it's makeshift magic. It felt raw and a decent bit painful, yet Jigen would sooner die than let it end.
As if the feeling of the girth pushing into him wasn't enough, he was gifted with the glorious and honestly adorable moans coming from the inspector between his legs, getting to watch the man's expression of pleasure and a lustful need. Everything that had happened that night was worth it for the sight of Zenigata's sexual expressions alone.
It felt like a lewd and torturous eternity, but Jigen was met with the feeling of skin against his thighs and knew Zenigata was entirely inside him. He felt an uncontrollable shiver travel up his spine, all ten inches of that beefy cock inside him, desperate for the man to start thrusting into him.
"Y-you can go now," Jigen softly said, arms slumped and held half up by the cuffs, a look of pure need in his eyes.
Zenigata felt a bit nervous but nodded, pulling his hips back and hearing Jigen give those soft teasing gasps that only aroused him more. Then, in a fast yet firm thrust, pushed back in right to the base. Jigen arched his back like he'd been shocked by a live wire, not having expected such a rough thrust right off the bat. It had honestly made the bed creak a bit.
"F-fuck…" Jigen shuddered, half tensed from it and needing a moment to get over the intense sensations the thrust brought upon him, giving him goosebumps almost.
"Was that too rough?" Zenigata asked worriedly, being met with a shake of the gunman's head, softly bucking his hips in an attempt to get Zenigata to keep going. If Zenigata was one thing, he wasn't a man that needed to be told twice. Steadily worked his hips into a rhythm, slow at first as he eased himself into things but gradually getting faster.
It'd been so goddamn long since Jigen had gotten to feel himself be in a situation like this, the clients at the Love Hotel being nothing compared to Zenigata and his ten inch cock that was damn near as thick as the man's forearm.
He could feel the slight ache of the cuffs digging into his wrists alongside the steady yet euphoric flow of pleasure through his sweat-slicked body. It wasn't a particularly hot night, so there was no heat to blame it on. Zenigata was similarly covered in sweat, accentuating his figure with the moonlight coming in through the window to bathe the room in a silvery light.
With each thrust the cuffs rattled and Jigen let out a soft pleasured gasp, not giving the theatrical moans and whimpers Lupin would have given in such a situation. "F-fuck! Ngh… hah… so was Lupin this good?" Jigen asked, catching the inspector off-guard and earning a surprised yet embarrassed look.
"He told you?"
"Nope, but now I know you two definitely did something filthy together," Jigen smirked, losing that smirk a moment later when he let out a loud moan and pulled tight against the cuffs. Climax wasn't far, and he could feel his body getting a sort of overwhelming sensitivity that made him very aware of that fact.
Zenigata blushed warmly at the fact Jigen knew about what he and Lupin had gotten up to, though the blush was more so the embarrassment of him having let it slip out to the gunman. At least if it had have been some sort of deduction on Jigen's part then he'd have saved some face, but no, Zenigata had let it slip himself.
Honestly, he at least felt like it was better than Lupin himself bragging excessively about his 'conquest' with Zenigata.
"I-I think I'm not going to last much l-longer, fuck… h-how about you, Tottsan?" Jigen inquired in between loud, half stifled moans, his thighs quivering at the imminent release. "I-I'm getting there! Ngh, h-hold on just a minute longer!" the older man said, voice breathy and full of urgency and need, slamming his hips into Jigen's and hearing the symphony of passion.
Clinking cuffs… creaking bed… skin on skin… moans and gasps.
It was all there.
And it was erotic.
With a few more thrusts, Zenigata clutched the bedsheets and felt himself desperately throwing his hips hard into Jigen's, the clap of skin on skin louder that it had been previously, same with the moans that poured from his lips endlessly. Jigen wasn't fairing much more elegantly; moaning on par with Lupin's dramatic moans and gasps, feeling his eyes roll back into his skull.
It hit them both like a ton of bricks, Zenigata being the first to cum, arching his back and feeling the hot seed erupt from his cock and the condom covering it being the only thing stopping it from pouring into Jigen's tight inner cavity.
The gunman let out a loud cry of Zenigata's name as his cock spurted thick ropes of the hot white fluid all over both his and Zenigata's stomachs, painting them white before the man slumped back tiredly against the bedsheets exhausted.
Hunched over Jigen's exhausted body, the inspector took a moment to catch his breath and steady himself so he didn't fall when he went to pull his hips back, his manhood softening already as he did so. The tied condom was promptly tossed into the trashcan across the room, and Jigen felt his ankles free of the cuffs binding them, the cuffs on his wrists unlocked as well.
He rubbed his wrists and felt a weight beside him in the bed, feeling the blankets be pulled over him and a pair of soft warm lips press to his neck. Even after such an erotic bout of sex, and a one night stand at that, Jigen was utterly amused at how polite and loving Zenigata could be and was being.
"That was… amazing," the older man muttered with a tired smile on his lips, resting his head on the pillow with his arms around Jigen pulling him close. As the two spooned, Jigen couldn't help but agree, feeling absolutely spent from such a rough night with the inspector and knowing he'd be waking up in that bed the next morning without a doubt.
"Mmhmm," Jigen hummed in agreement, feeling so safe and comfortable in Zenigata's arms that drowsiness began to take hold of him sooner than he thought possible. "So… will I be able to keep my hat on tomorrow?" Jigen asked, Zenigata raising a brow at first but catching onto what the gunman was insinuating, brow furrowed in thought for a moment as he debated on the matter.
He kissed the back of Jigen's neck and kept up the warm embrace "Tomorrow morning you go and I pretend you were never here," he said in a serious tone that half snapped Jigen out of his drowsiness, but the gunman understood, a smile on his lips that he promptly pressed back against Zenigata's lips.
As he felt his eyelids grow too heavy to remain open, Jigen heard something that made his heart thump in his chest.
"I… love you, Jigen…"
He was half dragged under the covers of unconsciousness at that point, but he softly managed to slur the words together as he felt his eyelids close and consciousness fade away slowly. The last thing he felt before dozing off was the warmth of Zenigata's arms around him, the softness of the pillows beneath his head and the gentle breeze coming in through the hotel room window.
"I love you… too… Koi..chi…"