Title: Be Right Back
Fandom: Lupin III
Pairing: GomeonXJigen
Warnings: Yaoi, Explicit Sex, Language, Use of Food Product
Rated: NC-17
Summary: Every wonder what really happens when Lupin leaves his partners alone for a short while and then returns to find them just sitting there? Sure.. they just SAT there... Legal: Lupin III Characters are © MonkeyPunch and used without permission, solely for entertainment value, no money was made, as much as I can dream. Do not alter this fanfic. Achieve: Yes you may, but give me credit

" American Idol. I can't believe we are going to watch this. " Lupin shook his head as he searched the cabinets of the Lupin family's hideout for some decent snackfood.

" Yah, well if someone had rented a movie like we asked, and maybe if the frikken TV got more then just Fox, there be something else on. " Jigen sat longed in ratty recliner, long legs crossed over each other, typical hat tipped down over his face, a stream of smoke puffing up from a freshly lit cigarette.

" We had eight channels, and then someone slipped while he was sitting on the roof. " Lupin scowled, there was nothing in the fucking house to eat. Cept for a bowl of ranch dip he'd found in the fridge. Ranch and no chips was pointless.

" Would you rather I have fallen and perhaps split my head open, instead of bending the antenna catching myself? " The Samurai scoffed from where he sat on the couch, lean form posed with his sword pressed to his shoulder, Indian style.

" He's got you there, Lupin. " Jigen peeked one eye out from under his hat to the sideburned thief, currently pacing back and forth in the kitchen. " Empty huh? I told you Fujiko cleaned us out for her dinner party the other night. "

" Yah, I remember.. should have never.. " Lupin finally shrugged and tossed the dip on the coffee table, and snatched up his keys. " But I'm NOT watching this shit without something to munch on, so I'll be right back, I'm gonna walk down to the cornor store and pick up some soda and chips. "

" Better hurry then. " Goemon sideglanced the clock on the w " " Because it starts in twenty minutes "

" So I'll be back in fifteen. " Lupin rolled his eyes. " Not like I really WANT to watch this. Anyone want to come with me? "

" Not really. " Jigen and Goemon both said at the same time.

" Hn. " Lupin, again, shrugged his shoulders. " Fine, sit here and stare at each other, I'll be right back. " And with another mutter, the sideburned thief headed out the door and let it shut at his heels.

For a moment, silence admist a Coca-Cola commercial wafted around the room. Goemon gave a bit of a grunt and set his sword down on the couch. " Fifteen minutes, Ji-kun. "

Smoke was hissed out as Jigen snuggled his ass deeper into the chair. " Yep.. " A small smirk played on his tan lips. " Think we can beat last time? "

The smirk was returned. The Samaria narrowed his eyes almost dangerous. " ..with ease. " He answered, and snapped off the couch. His GI rustled as he swung around the coffee table, and grabbed Jigen's tie, hosting the other man's torso up. One hand swiping that cancer stick out from between the gunman's mouth.

Mouths met in a fierce display of nothing but pointless lust. Goemon sucked in the smoke exhaled from the gunman's nasty habit and hissed it out from his nose. Tongues entwining nearly as fast as those twin pairs of hands were upon each other's body.

The samurai's knee quickly forced the gunman's legs uncrossed and apart. Pulling the other man down in the chair till his crotch met that clothed joint. Noisily grinding their lips together. One hand tugging loose the silver belt. Already a visible strain in the front of those gray trousers.

The gunman acted like butter. Easily letting the Samurai shove his way against him, his own hands busy, one pulling open the front of that loose fitting kimono, the other snapped upward, digging into a strong shoulder, head tilted to the side as the fierce kissing consumed, till Goemon growled, pulled back, shoving that smoke back into the other's mouth, nipped at the scruffy chin before attacking that lean neck.

" Shiiit. " Jigen hissed as a thieves hand was already tugging down his pants, not all the way down, just to the knees. Where they scrunched and balled, out of the way. And just as quick that hand was closed around his cock, rough fast strokes, making him writhe in the chair.

" Mm. Ji-kun. " Goemon hissed back, teeth busy making an angry red mark that would barely be hidden under the white collar of the gunman's white shirt. Tongue bathing the pain away. Jigen's hand continued to paw open the GI, exposing the hard lean chest, lightly dotted with sweat, and soon yanking the rest of it open by the belt, no loin cloth today. The Samurai wosedosed ready and hard as hell already.

Less then a minute to test size and tender hardness with long lithe fingers, calloused by a gun, getting more then a hiss out of the Samurai for that, a swift jerk of hips forward, digging into the gunman's shirted stomach.

Goemon licked the exposure of Jigen's long neck and then with one swift moment, yanked the gunman down in the chair, forcing his legs upward, ass to the end of the seat. The gunman let out a grunt of anticipation, shuffling his hat down over his eyes, smoke puffed out as Goemon's chest pressed to his inner thighs.

Goemon gave his own cock a few swift pumps, more then ready to begin, hips jerked forward pressing against that tight ring of muscle, manic grin taking his face.

" WAIT!" Jigen yelped out, hands slapping at Goemon's chest. The Samurai scowled.

" What is the delay?" Hips push, sliding that hard item against the other's ass. There was not time to wait.

Jigen gave Goemon a cri cringe. " ermmm... forgetting something? "

Goemon raised a brow, what? OH! Shit. He suddenly chuckled and nipped Jigen's knee. As wild eyes quickly searched the room. There was nothing.. nothin.. Wait. Giving a slap to the gunman's ass, Goemon reached over to the coffee table, and scooped his hand into the dip. A good glob of it was hastened over, and hissing to the coolness, the Samurai, lopped the creamy white mixture onto his cock.

Jigen blinked and wrinkled his nose.. " You've got to be kidd.. YAGH! " As Goemon growled and promptly shoved himself to the hilt inside the gunman. No, the Samurai wasn't kidding. And he smiled wickedly as he bend over the gunman, pressing him deeper into the chair. Giving him only a second, just enough time to puff out a squeak of smoke at the intrusion, before he was grinding into the gunman.

" Gah. Gaugh, Holy fuck! Ow.. Oh God! " Jigen lost his cigarette, it flew out of his mouth and rolled somewhere under the coffee table. Hands digging into the arm rests of the chair. Legs up over the Samurai's shoulders. Nearly bending him in half as the other continued to fuck him at a fierce pace.

No time for gentle teasing and playful thrusts. No, Goemon rammed himself deep into that tight passage way and nailed the one place that would offer a quick and explosive release for the gunman, pressing himself even harder down upon the other man. Mouths meeting again.

Jigen continued to wail, pled, beg and writhe under the gunman, and even more urgent noises when the Samurai wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping.

Heated, hot and fast, noises loud enough to drown out the commercial previewing the show coming up in just five minutes. The two of them continued this quick and feverious fucking. Till with a hard gasp Jigen whimpered, cursed and jerked under Goemon.

Vicious tightening around his pounding cock, The Samurai couldn't take that. With a hissing feral growl, he gave a final slam of his hips forward and emptied himself into the writhing gunman.

Ten seconds to pant harshly, crushing the gunman into the chair, and then Jigen was pushing at Goemon's chest. " Shit.. "

Goemon grinned, and licked at Jigen's lips and then was off him. Pulling out with a grunt on his part and a whimper on the gunman's. They quickly jumped to clean. Fixing clothing, fixing cushions, wiping up that sticky mess, dip and other fluids included. Jigen grabbed a container of Lysol sitting on the kitchen counter and dosed the living room with it.

They both jumped, returning to their pervious positions. Goemon pulled his sword to his shoulder, and Jigen lit a fresh cigarette and crossed his legs over each other again. He let out an exhausted huff.

Then the door swung open, and Lupin walked back in, carrying two brown paper bags. Lupin huffed as he set them on the counter. " Man, compared to the dingy hallway.. it smells pretty fresh in here. " Pulling a bag of chips from the bag, the thief walked toward the couch and then paused and grinned at his two partners. " See! Right were I left you... I swear you two are the most boring people ever. "

Shaking his head, Lupin scooted the bowl of dip over to him, tore open the bag of Lays and scooped out a chip full. As he chewed, he raised his brow as Goemon and Jigen both suddenly smirked.

" What? " The Sideburned thief dug for another chip. When neither of his partners answered him, he just shrugged. " Fine keep your secrets, Shows starting. " Lupin scoffed with a sniff. Reaching for the remote, he turned up the volume on the TV.

The End.