Disclaimer: Lupin III Characters are © Monkey Punch and used without Permission. This fic is the property of the author and may be freely distributed, but not altered in anyway.
Warnings: Yaoi, Explicit sex, Slight non-consent
Rating: NC-17

~ Dishonorable ~
by Spug

Dishonorable.

I dishonor myself.

I dishonor him.

And I can not help loving it.

Always one to be able to pin my feelings. On this subject, I am at a lost. What should be clear and to the point leaves my mind clouded and tainted. When the mood falls on me, not but once gaze I let fall upon his wiry body.

And I’m an animal.

Dishonorable.

I am a Samurai. Pure breed. Honorable. By the code.

Except in moments when I can not control myself.

What was it? Mediate. Scratching hard into the depths of my mind for an answer for these indecent cravings that filled my body at such times. Why? I had trained to hard and long to let a simple desire take my throat.

Make me act so...

..dishonorable.

Maybe it’s the tension. I find pleasure in tight tension.

The door slams shut, and I growl. I don’t have to peek an eye open. I can hear them fighting. Things being tossed about. Knock over. Crashed against the wall.

You’re Jealous!
Stupid!
It’s her!
Always her!
Damn you!
I’m not your pawn. Get someone else to do your dirty work.
You prick.
Stop whining.
Don’t bitch.
I’m not bitching.
You’re Jealous.
Get the FUCK out of my face.
FINE!
FINE!
SLAM!

My nose cringes as the thief passes me. Keys clicking. I don’t have to open my eyes to know he’s in his car, fighting to get the engine started. Then roaring out of driveway and down the street.

Traitor.

Dishonorable.

Another light growl escapes from my throat. Harder I press my sword to my shoulder. Tension makes something deep inside me want to snap. Like a beast that wants to get out. I must control it.

The shuffling of shoes against the ground. The door that had been so haughty slammed shut is nudged open. I hear him gruffing. Even before he’s in the room I can smell him. So distinct. The linger mix of cigarette smoke, fading liqueur, and some cheap musky cologne. I can even smell the fading stench of that old hat. Someday, the fibers will rot apart, decay.

He wouldn’t be able to hid how beautiful he is anymore.

I must..control it.

Bastard.
Frikken Bastard.
There he goes again.
Off with that woman.
I don’t get him.

Whisker kissed whine of defeat. The thud of his shoulders hitting the now closed door.

I let my eyes open slowly, breaking my feuded meditation. Like a tease, everything around his form comes to clean view. The wall chipping wallpaper, the dirty floor. But slowly.. ever so slowly, I lay my gaze on that long skinny frame.

My lips quirk. Something inside begs to see to.

I must control it.

All you ever do is sit there.
Frikken, give me some help sometime.

Lightly tan skinned framed in dark black softness. Doe like vision hidden away under that hat.

That hat.

I’d like to slice it from his head.

It’s dishonorable to hid such eyes.

What would you have me do?
Repent him at the door?
Convince him his ways our wicked?
Sounding like a broken record.
Jigen-Chan?

Smoke snorts out from his thin mouth. Hands shoved deep into those threadbare gray pinstripes. His wiry form, so long legged and thin. Almost delicate. He slipped from the door and gives me a goaded shrug of his shoulders. Slow liquid moments.

Again my mouth quirks.

Don’t call me that.
I don’t see why I even talk to you.

He’s so apprehensive.

You’re the one who instigated conversation.
If you don’t want my opinion, don’t ask.

He’s turned his back on me. Standing cockeyed, hip thrusted out slightly. Signature line of fumes rising up to stain the ceiling. But smoke and posture are not what I dawn my focus on.

There’s something much more tantalizing that’s captured my gaze.
Something I’d love to get my hands on.
Right now.

I must...control it.

I’m smiling.

Ah, go to frikken hell.
Yer no better then he is.
Always frikken playing with my head.
You two are the ones that instigate shit.

Shifting my sword. I slowly stand. Gi falling partly open in the moment. I hardly noticed the sweat that had begun to build upon my chest. My focus is solely on him.

Jigen-Chan.
You’re so beleaguered.
You’re just being covetous.
Here...

He lets out the most palatable sigh I’ve ever heard. Again inside me something churns. With his back to me, his shoulders slumped, he’s so susceptible. I nearly growl.

Imustcontrolmyself.

It’s dishonorable.

I’m a elite Samurai. I should not be tainted with these unclean desires.

Dishonorable.

He makes me think dishonorable things.

And I like them.

With a growl, I move forward. Quick with all the skill of hundreds of ancestors before me. With one swift motion, I pin him face first to the wall. Sword unsheathed, like metal lightening, slide between the wall and the delicate skin of his throat. My body pressed forward. Hard. Right into his back.

So close I can smell his hair, lingering with the fumes of the smoke that went rolling away between my legs.
So close I can feel the questionable tremble in that thin body.
So close I can taste his angst.

The hell?!?
Goemon?
W-What the hell do you thyer yer DOING?

He can not move. Pinned like that. With my sword to his throat. My chest to his back. My face to his hair.

Instigating, Jigen-Chan.
Let me make it better.

Hissed, Stern, informing words right into his ear.

Inside out I feel myself turning. What tried to stay inside clawed it’s way to the surface, splitting my skin in a fire of desire.

I must control it.

I couldn’t control it.

I didn’t want to control it.

It was already making itself know in the press of black to throat. The growls that left my clenched teeth. The undenying hardness that I pressed so rapaciously into his lower back.

He groans.

Why do you have to be such a jerk?
Haven’t you ever heard of askin’?
Just get it over with, yah fucking bastard.

Dishonorable.

So Dishonorable.

And I want it so bad.

I adore when he makes it easy. I pull the sword from his throat, letting the blade slid so cleaning, not leaving even a paper cup upon his skin. Sheathed and then tossed. Growling into his ear, my tongue darts out, lapping the edge. I press him harder in the wall, forcing him spread eagle.

These indecent cravings of mine are simplistic. Unlike the thief I am not romantically inclined. When it comes out, there is only one way to satisfy the beast that rises up inside of me.

I’ll make it better.
I’ll make it fulfilling.
Jigen-Chan.

My arm snakes around his thin waist. Like my blade, my fingers make short work of the buckle and zipper. Quick violent tugs to that thread bared pants. Down. Gone.

Out of the way.

He gasps. Because my hand is quick. Curling, stroking, pulling. My teeth latch to his ear again. Nipping tugging, soothing. Growling illicit little things.

onoronorable things.

Pressing harder against him. My other hand finally getting to touch and explore what had held my attention for those long moments. Dominating. Quick conquering motions.

I quickly have him panting. Moaning. Withering lightly against the wall.

I smile.

I am treating another man like a woman.

Dishonoring him.

I love this.

I stop my fondling, pulling my body back only long enough to pull the belt from my Gi loose, freeing the pressure.

Freeing my beast.

Freeing what rises from me.

I’ll make it all better.
So good.
So very good Jigen-Chan.
Hold Still.
Hold really still.

A short moment to stop licking and nipping. One hand up to my own mouth. Growling into my own palm. Tainted wetness. The illicit things I whispered making it so..

..dishonorable.

Down. Slickening my hunger. Wetting its appetite.
I growl again.

I can’t control it.

So I let it loose.

Pressing hard forward, up. Viciously. One swift movement. Just like my sword.

Ohgod.
OhgodGomeonfuck.
Ahhhgod.ohgodgodgod.

I smile.

I love it when he screams.

It’s so dishonorable.

It’s so delicious. Teeth to his ear.

It’s getting better.
Jigen-Chan.
Be good now.

Move. I must move. It demands I move. Hard. quick. Quit like killing. Just like my blade sinks deep and effective in deadly blows.

Grunting growling. Pressing him against the wall screaming. I act like an animal. Something I need.. something I want so bad. Something I must have.

So I steal it.

Dishonorably.

But why does it feel all that much more rewarding?

Ohgodyes.
Yesyes.
FuckYes.God.
Goemon!Ahgod.
Yesyesyes.
If it’s so dishonorable..

Why does it seem so right?

Hips churn forward in an almost brutal movement. I throw back my head. Eyes closed. I can feel him straining on the wall. Arms tensing on the chipping wallpaper. Each time I push forward roughly, he arches and cries out.

I needed it so bad.

I didn’t care that it was dishableable.

What kind of a Samurai am I?

One that...

..gets...

..a...

...little...

..dishonorable...

and LOVES it.

Another scream and he writhes on the wall hard. Gasping and cursing. Straining, tightening. It makes me howl.

And release everything so dishonorable that had built up inside me in one last brutal drive inward.

Shuttering.

Pleasing.

So good.

I made it better.

For both of us.

Slipping downward I drag him with me. Pressing forward into the wall, but this time, because I am without the strength the desire gave me. Arms clinging to his sweaty spent form.

Dishonorable.

I dishonored us both.

I smile.

Feel better Jigen-Chan?
I told you I would make it better.

He bumps his head against the wall. Still panting.
Eyes closed. Hat tilted. Body still quivering.

Yes Goemon.
It’s better.
But yer still a bastard.
I smile.

Dishonored.

But.

It was worth it.

The End.