Title: Not friends
Fandom: Lupin The Third
Pairing: Lupin/Jigen
Rating: NC-17/Explicit
Category: smut, hurt/comfort
Summary: Lupin and Jigen take a little holiday after the events of "Jigen's Gravestone".
Lupin III, Jigen, Goemon, Fujiko and inspector Zenigata are © Monkey Punch. I own nothing. No copyright infringement intended.
"Let's take a holiday," Lupin suggested as he threw the cigarette butt away and slid back behind the wheel of the dilapidated car. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and East Doroa was just a dark silhouette against the purple sky, dozens of tiny lights glittering in the twilight. "Somewhere warm and quiet, far away from secret dossiers and international intrigues. We both need a break after the week we've had."
What he didn't say out loud was that he wanted them to stick together so he could keep an eye on Jigen and his wound, but the gunman read right through him. He told the thief in no uncertain terms he was perfectly capable of taking care of himself and didn't need a babysitter, but Lupin wouldn't budge. Jigen knew trying to argue with him was a lost cause, so he just sighed and reluctantly agreed to go along.
Two days later, they were on a ferry boat headed towards a small Mediterranean island whose name Jigen had never heard before.
"Cheer up, Jigen. You're gonna love it," Lupin grinned as they reached the small harbour.
Jigen just grumbled something under his breath and lit up a cigarette.
The tiny beach house Lupin had rented was in the middle of nowhere, miles away from the closest village and with no tourist in sight. A few days in, Jigen had to admit Lupin's idea hadn't been so bad: the days were warm enough for them to lounge on the beach in just their trousers and shirts, sleeves rolled up and shoes forgotten, and the nights were cool and peaceful. The house had a TV, a stereo with a decent record collection, books in several languages, and playing cards. They had stocked the pantry with fresh food and local wine, and each meal was a delight. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so relaxed.
By the end of the week, though, he noticed Lupin was getting restless. He figured the thief was itching to plan their next heist, but was refraining from doing so because he thought Jigen needed more time to recover. The gunman casually mentioned that maybe it was time for them to leave their little Mediterranean Eden and go back to the real world, but Lupin shushed him and changed the subject, so Jigen simply shrugged and went back to enjoying the warm breeze and mellow sound of the waves coming in from the shore.
But Lupin III wasn't made for mindlessly lying on a beach for more than a few days, and he soon started getting antsy again. Jigen mostly pretended not to notice – he had offered him an out and Lupin had refused, so too bad for him – but there were moments when it was impossible to ignore it. Like right now: he could hear him rolling around in his bed, sheets rustling and bedsprings squeaking, and the noise was beginning to grate on his nerves.
"Argh, I can't sleep," Lupin whined.
Jigen turned onto his side, facing away from him, and burrowed his face into the pillow.
"Jigen. Hey, Jigen."
The gunman didn't answer. Maybe if he ignored him, Lupin would leave him alone.
"Are you sleeping?"
No such luck.
"Yes."
"How's the wound?"
"Healing."
The room went back to being silent, and Jigen hoped Lupin had given up on trying to start a conversation.
"Can I ask you something?"
Lupin's voice sounded much closer, as if he had crawled across the room and was now kneeling next to Jigen's bed. Jigen groaned.
"Can't it wait until the morning?"
"It's important."
Jigen sighed.
"What?" he asked, not bothering to turn towards him.
Lupin sneaked a hand under the sheets and placed it on Jigen's stomach.
"You still think we're not friends?" he whispered directly into the gunman's ear.
"Yeah," Jigen rasped out. He knew where things were going.
"Good, 'cos friends don't do this," Lupin added, sliding his hand down to Jigen's crotch.
It was nothing new. Sometimes, when they got back to their hideout bruised and sore and high on adrenaline after a heist, Lupin would grab him and drag him to the bedroom, and they would tumble onto the mattress with their clothes still on. Jigen never made the first move, but he would be a liar if he said he didn't enjoy those nights.
But this time things felt different. There wasn't the usual urgency, the need to release pent-up energy and celebrate a job well done. Lupin's hands weren't shaking with excitement, fingers eager to reach naked skin as quickly as possible. His touch was gentle, his movements careful, almost delicate. Jigen had never been on the receiving end of such tenderness before.
"No, they don't," he gasped, trying not to squirm as Lupin cupped him through his underwear.
Lupin cautiously manoeuvred him until he was lying on his back and pulled back the sheets. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of Jigen's boxers and the gunman lifted his hips so he could pull them down. Lupin smiled and helped him take off his vest, then let his hands wander over his chest and stomach. His fingers lingered over the dressing that covered his shoulder wound.
"It's not so bad," Jigen reassured him. "Just a new scar to add to the collection."
Lupin didn't say anything. He leaned in and gently pressed his lips against the gauze, then proceeded to kiss his way down Jigen's chest. When he reached his belly, he stopped and climbed onto the bed, straddling his legs. He looked straight into the gunman's eyes as he closed his fingers around him and slowly started to stroke, smiling as Jigen groaned and his hips rose to match the movements of his hand.
"You like this?"
"You know I do," Jigen hissed through clenched teeth, fingers clutching at the sheets.
"Yeah, but communication is important during sex. You need to give me feedback, so I can..."
"Just shut up and put that mouth to better use."
Lupin grinned.
"That I can do," he chirped, and slid further down Jigen's body.
He leaned forward and parted his lips, but instead of taking him into his mouth, he started licking him, using long, slow strokes that drove Jigen insane.
"Fucking... Tease."
"Oh, this isn't teasing," Lupin replied, then wrapped his lips around the tip of Jigen's cock and sucked.
One of Jigen's hands reflexively went to the back of Lupin's head, a whimper escaping him as Lupin twirled his tongue around the sensitive head a few times. He slowly took him all the way down his throat, then abruptly pulled away.
"This is teasing," he added, looking up at him with a smug smile.
"You little shit," Jigen growled, pulling him up for a kiss.
Lupin chuckled against his mouth, nipping at his lips and sucking on his tongue. When he finally pulled back, Jigen was panting harshly, his face a fiery shade of pink.
"Now lie back and enjoy the ride, dear, I'm gonna do all the hard work."
He sat up and produced a tube of lube out of nowhere, squeezed a generous amount on his palm and gave the gunman a few loose strokes, slicking him up before positioning himself over his groin.
"Wait." Jigen placed a hand on Lupin's hip, stopping him. "I need to..." He trailed off, reaching for the lube.
Lupin smirked at him.
"Don't worry, I'm ready."
He ground down against his belly, leaving a slippery trail against his skin. Jigen suddenly realised that Lupin hadn't just been tossing and turning in his bed earlier, and the mental image of the thief fingering himself just a few meters away from him sent a sharp shock of arousal through him.
"Fuck."
"Yep, that's the idea," Lupin replied with his usual shit-eating grin.
He reached around and guided him in, then slowly lowered himself, taking just an inch before pulling back up. He repeated the process a few more times until Jigen was fully inside him, then paused. Jigen grabbed Lupin's waist and raised his hips, pushing into him with short, shallow thrusts.
"That's it, baby, nice and slow. Wouldn't want you to pull your stitches," he said, running his hands up and down Jigen's sides as he started to move his hips with slow, circular motions.
Jigen couldn't care less about pulling his stitches. Lupin felt incredible around him, hot and wet and tight, and he knew he wasn't going to last long.
"Mmh, baby, you feel so good inside me... I'm so full..."
Jigen was a little ashamed at how much Lupin's cheesy dirty talk was turning him on, but his words, combined with the stunning visuals of the thief slowly riding him, eyes closed and lips parted, was driving him wild.
"Fuck, Lupin, I'm not gonna last..."
Lupin opened his eyes and looked down at him.
"You're not supposed to," he replied with a crooked little smile, and clenched his inner muscles.
Jigen cursed, fingers tightening around Lupin's waist.
"Bastard..."
Lupin grinned and closed his hand around his own cock, biting his lower lip and moaning obscenely as he started to stroke himself, and Jigen lost it. He pushed Lupin sideways, rolling them over and landing on top of him. He rested his weight on his left elbow and thrust back in, hips moving in a quick, erratic rhythm as Lupin wrapped his legs around the gunman's torso and buried his free hand into his hair, pulling his head down.
"Come for me, Jigen-chan."
Jigen came to the sound of Lupin murmuring endearments in his ear. Even without looking at him, he was sure the thief was sporting one of his smug, insufferable smiles, but he was too blissed out to be upset about it. After he slipped out, he rolled onto his side and enjoyed the view. Lupin was still stroking himself, flushed and panting, eyes fixed on Jigen. It didn't take long before he was tensing up, head thrown back against the pillow and moaning something incoherent as he reached orgasm.
Jigen flopped onto his back next to him and closed his eyes. They both needed a shower, but he couldn't work up the energy to get out of bed. Lupin slid closer and rested his cheek on Jigen's uninjured shoulder, an arm draped over his chest. They lay there in silence, their breathing and heartbeats slowly going back to normal.
After a while, he felt Lupin move and opened his eyes. The thief had propped himself up on his elbow and was leaning forward, studying the gunman's face. He gently cupped Jigen's cheek and delicately traced the fresh scar on his cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.
"Jigen?"
"Mmh?"
"I'm glad you didn't die."
Jigen let out a hoarse chuckle and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him back down.
"Yeah, me too."
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May 2024