Love Is Like A Gun
By DeadFerret
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\Somebody saw you at the station
You had your suitcase in your hand
You didn't give no information
You walked off with another man
I'm always standing in the shadows, baby
I watched you give yourself away
You take them home into your bedroom
You had another busy day/


Bang, bang, it was always exactly the same.
“Fuck! Jigen-chan, you have the sweetest mouth…”
Lupin never bothered with candy-coated words or false admittances of love. They both knew that, whatever it was they had, it wasn’t love. At its base, it was need. Pure. Fucking. Need. The need to own, to mark, and to be owned and marked in return. To be branded. Sounds of sweat and moans and the heavy scent of male arousal.
“God, just like that, Jigen…Mm, fuck, you’re good.”

\I tried to look the other way and fake it
You push me to the limits
I can't take it/

\One down, one to go
Just another bullet in the chamber
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
Red lights, stop and go
Whatcha gonna do when you play with danger
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
And it shoots to kill/

No, Lupin never bothered with sweetness and lies. But fuck, Jigen wanted them. Even if they were just that, lies. He still wanted them. He’d been the lone gunman for so long, it was starting to change him. And when he’d found Lupin, he’d just grabbed on and hoped for the best. And it had led him here, to a cheap motel bed in an equally cheap motel. On his back, legs spread open like a whore and with Lupin pounding into him, making those sounds he always made during sex.

\Someday they'll put me in a squad car
Someday they'll throw away the key
But 'til that day I'll be a mad dog
Cuz that's what you taught me to be/

\You looked into the eyes of those above you
I was the one who really tried to love you/

It was all that damn woman’s fault. Everything he did, he did for Lupin, and how was he treated? Like a whore. Like something dirty, something nasty. All because of her. Always runnin’ around with that short skirt and skimpy outfit. Charming Lupin into submission, then running off without so much as a backward glance. And leaving Jigen to pick up the pieces.
“Ah! Jigen-chan!”

\One down, one to go
Just another bullet in the chamber
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
Red lights, stop and go
Whatcha gonna do when you play with danger
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
And it shoots to kill/

\Pull the trigger/


Was it over? Yeah, it was over. He’d spaced out again. The sticky white mess on his belly reminded him that, yes, he’d enjoyed himself. But he hadn’t been in the right mind to notice. Whenever Fujiko left the way she did, Lupin took him like this. Legs spread, ass waiting to be filled. Making believe that he was a woman, probably. A pretty one, maybe even Fujiko herself. It was probably why they never kissed. His beard would ruin the fantasy. A thump as the spent thief pulled out of his sore body and collapsed, leaving Jigen to his thoughts. A very bad place to be. Was it too much to ask? Appreciation? Kindness? Sure, love might be too much, but who else would be willing to bend over for Lupin whenever, wherever, and for whatever reason. He had to snort at the image that popped into his mind, of Goemon being put into his position. No doubt the Samurai would scream like a girl and hide in the closet. Yeah, only he did whatever Lupin wanted. The ultimate example of loyalty.


\I tried to look the other way and fake it
You know, you push me right to the limit
I can't take it/

\One down, one to go
Just another bullet in the chamber
Sometimes love's a loaded gun
Red lights, stop and go
Whatcha gonna do when you play with danger
Sometimes love's a loaded gun/

But sometimes…
Sometimes he just wanted that lie. That sugary coating.
And was it really too much to ask?
He thought not.

\And it shoots to kill/




Author’s Notes- Look, I never intended for it to happen. So shut up. And Kris asked for it. Sweetheart that she is, I gave it to her. And all you people who are trying to kill me for my crappy fanfiction? Stop it. -_-; No, really. There have been like, FIVE ninjas hiding in my room over the past week. Jees, I'm not THAT bad...
Am I?