Title: Lupin’s Not Coming
Author: Heenker (soft_heenker@suzaku.com)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: GoemonXJigen
Type: Smutty Song Fic? Done to PsychoBabble by FrouFrou
Summary: Another heist for our famous trio and Jigen’s alone in his hotel room after his shift. He wants someone there with him, but he gets a situation at his door.
Warnings and Disclaimers: Yaoi. Man on Man sex. Characters from LupinIII are © Monkey Punch and used without permission. PsychoBabble lyrics © FrouFrou. This fic is entirely for free entertainment and in no way what so ever is suppose to make money for my poor college ass.

It had been a rough four days but it was almost over. Jigen pressed his back up against the hotel room door and leaned back. The door shut and he slid his digits to set the locking mechanism, after which, there was a familiar click and he let out a deep breath. The marksman reached into his suit and pulled out a fresh cigarette. As he lit the white stick he took a deep drag and lowered himself to the floor where he sat alone with his thoughts. Each night he sat in the quiet; only the sound of the door locking echoed in his mind as he stared out the sliding glass door leading to a small balcony. The heist Lupin had planned required a great deal of preparation and to lessen the possibility of their capture, him, Goemon and Jigen all stayed in different hotel buildings. Zenigata had put out a watch for the common trio, so solo work was best to keep a low profile until it was the exact time for their grand show. Jigen was in charge of figuring out surveillance schedules and shift changes and the hours were leaving him exhausted. The smell of his burning cigarette entered his nostrils mixed with the musky scent of the lower class hotel room. In addition to the solitary work to go unnoticed, Lupin suggested they not stay in their usual high style suite hotels – Zenigata would expect them there.

How did you get this number?
I can't get my head 'round you
Of course you're not coming over

It all seemed well to Jigen, until they parted in a rather high-end district on the first night. The gunman couldn’t help but glance over his shoulder. He wished he hadn’t. His sharp eyes caught a glimpse of Fujiko, in a disgustingly short skirt, walk by Lupin and sure enough the master thief was quick to pursue her. She wasn’t supposed to be a part of this operation, but he knew she would be in a matter of minutes. And sure enough, when Jigen finished his duty for the fourth day he strolled through that same district and saw the female thief enter a lovely hotel with Lupin close behind. She had gotten him to change his plans of staying in a rat hole and was going to keep him occupied until it was all over.

Snap out of it
You're not making any sense

Jigen’s irritation arose from his shaky relationship with Lupin. Whenever Fujiko showed-up, he was pushed to the back burner, only to be brought out when she finally ran off and left Lupin hard and needy. It pissed Jigen off to no end that Lupin would drop him like a hot potato at the sight of those familiar breasts and the smell of that Chanel. But he always knew Lupin would return to his bony frame and smoke and liquor mixed scent… and he waited for it. He always waited for Lupin to knock softly on his door and slyly call out pet names he had made for him. It all pissed him off, but he never said a damn thing that was taken seriously by his comrade. He would put up a verbal fight, but his body always reminded him of what he desired. He would be pissed, but he was always there to finish what Fujiko left unattended. And he would always be confused later, because Lupin always ran after Fujiko again leaving the gunman without an apology and a little less self worth.

You couldn't be more wrong, darling
I never gave out these signs

Goemon was aware of the situation between the two comrades and Jigen found this out on numerous occasions by virtue of the samurai’s lack of subtlety. The bearded man had found himself cornered time and time again, by the warrior, while he sulked shortly upon Lupin’s departure to chase after Fujiko. Goemon usually uttered something along the lines of, “He is like a hound after a jack rabbit. I am like a fox that always returns to its den.”

You misunderstand all meaning
Snap out of it
I'm not falling for this one

Jigen always tried to talk and wiggle his way out of the samurai’s grasp, but a blade to his throat usually kept him still. The gunman’s struggles always enticed Goemon further and he would eventually do as he pleased with him. During all the forced encounters Jigen couldn’t help but think about Lupin and what would happen if he caught the two in action. Even though he appeared to be nothing more than a friend and a mere fuck for Lupin instead of a lover, Jigen couldn’t help but keep a thought of hope that Lupin actually did love him. And thus, seeing him and Goemon engaging sexually could kill anything with Lupin. Part of him believed it to have reason and part believed it to be false hope; Lupin was a horny bastard after all. No matter what, no feelings arose for Goemon from Jigen; only care and compassion for the master thief lingered in his mind. He couldn’t help but wonder why the samurai was blind to the fact that he wasn’t willing to or even able to change his feelings from one comrade to the other. The burning reason was probably that the lithe body of the gunslinger always showed a physical attraction to the sword-bearing man. But that wasn’t enough for Jigen to seek and pursue anything with him and so he always resisted the samurai’s forwardness.

If love is surrender
Then whose war is it anyway?

Jigen was abruptly pulled out of his reminiscing thoughts by the hard knocks emanating from his door. He tilted his head ever so slightly to angle a glaring eye at the door, he didn’t care that he was in a ‘no smoking’ hall. He was going to smoke if he damn well pleased; the people across the hall could deal. After rolling his eyes, the marksman focused his vision on the cigarette resting between his parched lips. He had forgotten to do away with the built-up ashes, as he was deep in thought. As he reached two of his slender fingers to remove the item from his face, he twitched and then sat motionless, fingers around the cigarette, at the sound of that familiar voice penetrating his door. “Jigen-chan, I know you are in there. I watched you observe Lupin enter that establishment with that woman. Even though he has a key to this room he will not be present this evening yet again. However, I am. Open the door.”

Do just what I tell you
And no one will get hurt

The gunman’s eyes closed and his fingers resumed the removal of the cigarette. “Go away, Goemon. I don’t need this today.” Jigen pushed himself off of the floor and went over to the nightstand to dispose of the dead cigarette. As he ground the butt a tapping sound caught his attention. Jigen rolled his eyes. He knew what that sound was- Goemon lightly rapping the door with his sheathed sword. He let out a heavy sigh as he dug his hands into his pockets and turned his head in the direction of the door, “Damn it, Goemon, I said not now!”

“Do not incline me to open this door with force, Jigen. You know that I am able to, and you know that I eventually will if you do not.” Silence took over the room as Jigen stared at the basically useless door standing between him and the sex-hungry samurai. However, the quiet stillness didn’t last. The bearded man turned on his heels and paced quickly over to the door.

Don't come any closer

“Think I give a damn, Goemon? I’m friggin’ tired”, growled Jigen. “I’ve worked my ass off for this heist well aware of the fact that I’m probably not gonna see a friggin’ gem ‘cause of Lupin’s cock and that damn bitch! I’m tired, I’m pissed, and I’m sure as hell not in the mood to deal with your horny shit.” Jigen crossed his arms and allowed his back to fall against the door with a thump. A scowl graced his lips as his eyes hid under his fedora.

“However, if Lupin were to arrive, you would put it all aside. You would bend and spread without a second thought.” Silence echoed in the room once again. Jigen turned his head to the side and scoffed at Goemon’s remark. But, then again, he knew there was nothing but truth in those words. “Why, Jigen? Enlighten me, humor me.”

'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

Jigen rolled his eyes and shifted his weight from one foot to the other. He knew what the other man was up to; Goemon was buying time knowing that he would eventually cave in and put out. However, a thought did cross the gunman’s mind- he had never spoken seriously on the subject with Goemon. Maybe there was a chance of the samurai acknowledging his thoughts and feelings. Jigen raised a hand to his chin and scratched his beard slowly. “Okay, fine. Look, man. As a warrior with codes and all sorts of idealistic shit, can’t there be respect for what I have with Lupin? I can’t force myself into-“

“Affection?” said Goemon dryly as he cut Jigen off.

If you think that it's so damn easy
Then what do you need me for?

“Affection? This is not about affections, Jigen. This is all about putting resources to use. It is the changing of one’s self to one’s personal advantage. There is nothing complicated when you factor out emotions.” The gunman was slightly taken aback by the full extent of the interruption. He was shocked, but at the same time he was able to see those words as a predictable response from Goemon.

Just look at the state of you
Babe, snap out of it

Jigen bit down on his lower lip, ‘Could he really just be tellin’ me his views in contrast to mine.’ He turned around and focused an eye through the door’s peephole. There in the hallway stood the tall, slender, built samurai with a sly grin upon his lips. His gi clung to his left shoulder as it exposed his right one along with a good portion of his toned chest. A familiar desirous sheen was evident in Goemon’s hungry eyes as they were slightly hidden by stray strands of his ebony hair. Jigen sighed, slouched his shoulders and frowned. ‘I seriously thought he was holding a straight face. I shoulda known better. He’s horny alright.’ He turned around and leaned against the door again. “Forget it, Goemon. Leave me alone. I know you can use yer hand for more than just sword practice.”

You're not listening to this

“Enough speech, Jigen. Allow me to remind you how strong the ways of a warrior can be…” Goemon’s words trailed off in a sly and almost sultry manner as they reverberated through the door. Jigen could tell by the sound that his longhaired comrade was pressing himself against the door.

And just for once could you
Let me finish my sentence?

All hairs on the marksman’s body stood slightly on end out of irritation. He plunged a hand into his coat pocket to retrieve a cigarette and his lighter. He inserted the rolled paper between his lips, and spoke as he brought the lighter to his face and lit the item. “Back off, man. I told ya to leave already. I ain’t in the mood, and-“

“You are hard.” Goemon cut off Jigen once again, startling the gunman.

Jigen almost dropped his lighter, and singed part of his beard in the process of saving the lighter. “Damn it, Goemon!” yelled Jigen as he gained his composure. However, he couldn’t help but begin to notice that his pants were feeling a little tight. ‘Fuck.’ Replacing the lighter in its appropriate pocket, Jigen called out more of his frustrations. “I told ya to go away! I ain’t in the mood. I’m tired of being-“

“Hard?”

“Stop that! I’m serious, Goemon.” Jigen crossed his arms in an annoyed fashion as a slight blush painted over his cheeks.

“Then allow me to enter and I will help alleviate your anatomical protrusion. You always harden when we engage in these disputes. Do not think that I never noticed.”

“I don’t need yer help with this, you just-“

“Ah ha, then I was correct in my assumption. You are hard.”

Do just what I tell you
And no one will get hurt
Don't come any closer
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

His blood boiling with annoyance, Jigen took a deep drag on his cigarette and released the smoke as he pleaded, “For the last time, Goemon, just friggin’ leave me in peace!” The gunman snatched the cigarette from his lips and allowed it to ride between his fingers as his hands gestured pointlessly out of frustration. “Don’t think you’re the only one with a weapon and a willingness to use it! I ain’t kiddin’!” After exhaling in exasperation, Jigen replaced the cigarette in his mouth and puffed. There was no sound retorting to his words. ‘Man, did he actually listen to me?’ Jigen tipped his hat back and listened for any sounds. ‘Damn, I’m actually shocked.’ A frown appeared quickly as a lingering thought had rushed back in to his head. ‘He listened… but Lupin never does…’

Make no sudden movements

The lanky frame of the gunman rose from the floor and turned to face the door. A quick peek in the peephole verified the fact that Goemon was no longer at the door. Slightly perplexed, yet relieved, Jigen decided he’d best get to bed. He slipped his arms out of the jacket sleeves and tossed the garment on a near-by chair. Taking another deep drag, Jigen made his way over to the nightstand to deposit the burnt cigarette. As he looked down at the ashtray he got a glimpse of his charred beard. “Son of a… god damn it!” muttered Jigen as he undid his tie while walking to the bathroom to get a better look at his burn victim facial hair. Halfway there, the gunman paused as his tie was proving to be rebellious and unwilling to unhand his neck. All attention focused on the tie was immediately redirected as a tapping sound resonated in the room. Jigen hesitantly looked over to the glass balcony door to be greeted by a smirking Goemon; the pale man’s hair blew in the late night breeze as an unsheathed Zantetsuken gleamed in the dim light.

And no one will get hurt

“Damn it, Goemon! I told ya to go the hell away!” yelled Jigen as he flung an arm up and pointed out to the street view. “Don’t try any shit and just friggin’ leave me alone already!” Jigen shook his head and returned his attention to the tie. Just as his nimble fingers got the persistent knot out, the persistent samurai cut through the glass doors. The gunman jumped back at the sound of the sword strokes and looked up to have his eyes met with Goemon’s.

“I told you I had the ability to get in.” Goemon slowly re-sheathed his sword as he spoke with his usual stoic face. “I believe the destruction of the back door would be more protective of your privacy from others.”

You're not coming over

Jigen crossed his arms as he looked the other man straight forward, “That’s friggin’ ironic, don’t ya think?” He continued to stand tall and soon raised an eyebrow as the samurai took a few steps forward and stood a mere foot away from the gunman. No movement took place as the two men just stared at each other. Jigen refused to back down again. He wasn’t about to let Goemon get his way that easily.

If you know what's good for me

Their silent stand-off was short lived for Goemon soon moved a fast hand toward Jigen’s face, but the quick drawing hand of the marksman grabbed it before it made contact with his bronzed skin. Goemon couldn’t help but produce a smirk. “Now, now, Jigen-chan, no more futile resistance. You know you long for this, you crave it.”

Why would I be leaving you?

Jigen pushed away Goemon’s limb and growled, “Quit tellin’ me what I want! Cause I already told you what the hell I don’t want! Friggin’ get the he-“ The gunman’s words were stopped by the trapping of his lips by Goemon’s. The samurai held the gunslinger in a deep-throated kiss as he grabbed a hold of his wrists. Jigen’s eyes remained wide open as he struggled to fight his way out of the other man’s grip. Slightly annoyed with all the delay and bothered by his prominent arousal, Goemon turned abruptly with Jigen, released his mouth and pushed him toward the bed. Jigen stumbled backwards a few times before he tripped and landed on his back upon the bed. His thin legs hung over the edge while his fedora and gun lay a short distance from where they had been on his body prior to impact.

Before the gunman even oriented himself enough to sit-up, his roughhousing comrade was already towering over him with his arms and torso fully exposed, the gi having been discarded onto the floor along with the weapon. In a state of shock at the speed of his unwelcome company, Jigen couldn’t do more than gaze at every last clean cut muscle accenting the pale skin of the samurai as it glistened in sweat. Jigen’s now fully engorged member snatched his thoughts from the awesome body of his predator; his own body was showing total interest in all that was going on, even though he himself wanted no part in it all and it was ticking him off.

Now, I've had it up to here
Don't ever try that again

Goemon’s lips pulled into a devilish smirk as he took note of how the sharpshooter remained stunned upon the bed. A deep resonating chuckle shook the samurai’s perfect pecs as he continued to smirk and reminisce on how Jigen always wound up with a look of dumbfoundment and awe shortly after putting up a fight.

Jigen’s thoughts were pulled away from his confined throbbing cock at the sound of that familiar and sickening laugh. With no hat to hide under, the marksman’s eyes narrowing and darting upwards to focus on the pale man were in plain view. Jigen’s expression only further fueled Goemon’s amusement, causing the laughter to deepen.
“Back off right friggin’ now!” snarled the gunman as he propped himself onto his elbows. Droplets of sweat slowly appeared at Jigen’s hairline and traveled down his dark skin as his chest heaved. Goemon had no response to the smaller man and only continued in his simple jeering, now with closed eyes. The bearded man made movement to sit up but winced as in doing so he caused the cloth rubbing on his erection to tighten. “This is the last friggin’ time I’m going to tell you to leave me the hell alone, Goemon! Don’t try any shit again!” growled Jigen as his hairs stood on end. With no indication of any obedience to come from the warrior, the marksman’s nimble right hand instinctively reached behind him and clasped shut as it grazed over that unforgettable cold metal resting on the bed.

Why are you so quiet so suddenly?

Goemon’s laughter came to a frightening halt and echoed in the small room along with the cocking of Jigen’s magnum. The samurai’s stoic eyes stared at the gun barrel as Jigen panted and steadily held the weapon with both hands. “For the last time, Goemon, leave.” The standing man made no movements and the other mirrored his emotionless expression.

“What’s wrong, Goemon? Why so silent? Zantetsuken got your tounge?” Jigen joked dryly.

Go on, have it
You're just dying to try me

Silence continued between the two men as they each held their stance. As the sweat continued to stream and momentarily collect on Jigen’s cheek bones, the samurai stood as still as a mountain. The gunman closed an eye as it stung, for some of the salty liquid he exuded had found its way in. And still, there came no motion from Goemon. Jigen took in a deep breath as he situated himself a little on the bed. His pulsating crotch grasping his attention relentlessly, Jigen resorted to speech to try and ignore it a little longer.

“You haven’t left yet. I told ya to get the hell out, why are you still here?” Goemon remained stationary and silent. The marksman’s eyes began to trail. Jigen couldn’t help but slowly fall victim to the hormones that had been rushing through his blood. His eyes began to trail over the figure before him, admiring the muscles and smooth skin again. The movement of his eyes came to a stop just below Goemon’s sash. There was a protrusion evident in the samurai’s hakama and Jigen couldn’t help but focus on it. Goemon became aware of the gunman’s distracted state and smirked ever so slightly with a light scoff. Jigen was pulled out of his daze by the sound and a scowl came over his face. Goemon remained still with only the smirk as evidence that any movement had even taken place.

Jigen tilted his head to the side and replaced his scowl with his own smirk. He carefully stood up and kept the gun aimed at his offender. The two men stood a mere few inches away from one another. The gunman pressed the end of the magnum onto Goemon’s left nipple, widened his smirk and spoke smugly, “C’mon. Try somethin’ now. You’re hard and you just wanna fuck me. Ain’t that it?”

Jigen lowered his gun slowly; a look of pure arrogance had taken over his face. “Go on. It’s so friggin’ obvious you need me..” The sharpshooter’s left hand made its way to the location of Goemon’s arousal. With a teeth-bearing grin, Jigen hissed, “..you need me…”

Do just what I tell you
And no one will get hurt

Just as Jigen’s hand grazed over the garments veiling the warrior’s penis, quick strong hands painfully gripped both the gunman’s wrists. An immense increase in pressure on Jigen’s right wrist caused him to drop the combat magnum. The clang of the gun was like a bell at fight, for not a split second after it resonated did Goemon have Jigen pinned down on the bed, his throbbing length pressing through layers of cloth and against Jigen’s equally rock hard erection. The marksman winced at the pain in his crotch as the samurai pressed up harder.

“Now, Jigen, the more resistance you place against me, the more pain I will put forth upon your body.” And no sooner than at the end of his final syllable, Goemon crushed his lips to Jigen’s and tore the gunman’s shirt off. The agile hands of the Japanese man repositioned to Jigen’s belt and roughly undid the buckle followed by the pants’ button and zipper. A loud gasp escaped the bearded man when Goemon moved his mouth lower to nip at the shoulders as he pulled pants and boxers, at the same time, down the small-framed man’s legs.

Jigen gave out a mix between a moan and a cry as his erection was roughly unconfined. Goemon moved a short distance away from the nude man and quickly worked to undo his sash and let his hakama drop to his ankles. Jigen, mostly free of any obstruction Goemon had been presenting, quickly reached for his own arousal to relieve it of its accumulated pressure. The warrior’s eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of the marksman’s un-permitted movement and responded with even quicker maneuvers. Strong pale hands swept under each bronzed knee gripping them and pulling on them. Jigen slid forward, his hands flailing back in an attempt to hold onto the bed as his legs were spread apart.

“Damn it, Goe- Ahh!” Jigen’s speech was enveloped by a loud cry as Goemon thrust himself, with no care or caution, into the marksman’s tight anus.

Readjusting his hold on the gunman’s knees as his engorged cock halted halfway in, Goemon grunted and glared at him. “No resistance or disobedience… Jigen-chan.” With a fast, deep breath Goemon forced in the rest of his girth eliciting yet another cry of pain from Jigen. The rather helpless marksman had been long ago pushed off of any power he had been in and was now finding himself with no time at all to adjust to the size of his trespassing comrade.

Don't come any closer

“Oh, fuck.. Go…Goemon!” cried out Jigen as his raised end was furiously hammered into within seconds of the initial penetration. There was no time for adjusting to anything; it wasn’t sex, it was just a raw fuck. The grunts produced by the samurai were drowned out by the loud vocalizations of the marksman. With each set of thrusts and withdrawals driven by Goemon’s hips, Jigen gasped, screamed, and on occasion moaned.

The stamina of the warrior was always evident during his constant invasions of the sharpshooter’s ass. His quick pace never faltered and his only true sign of wearing down was the volume increase of his own grunts with each thrust. All the while Jigen just laid there as his already smoke-scared throat produced even hoarser sounds with each yelp and moan and continued to drown out Goemon. However, the moans emitted by the gunman soon became more frequent and the cries of pain a little less. It happened every time; Goemon’s intrusion always lead up to a deep carnal pleasure that Jigen never felt with Lupin.

“Oh, god!” gasped Jigen as his mind flooded with thoughts of Lupin and his anus filled with Goemon.

'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two

Jigen’s fingers dug into the sheets as his back began to arch and his engorged cock began to throb more painfully than before. Goemon couldn’t help but grin as he took in all the reactions he was inducing upon the gunman.

“Now now, Jigen-chan. Don’t get too excited yet.” Murmured the samurai and shortly thereafter he began to rock his hips to a slower rhythm with each withdrawal and reinsertion. His movements now a little softer amplified Jigen’s pleasure along with his moans. Goemon loosened his grip on the marksman’s left knee as he propped the bronzed leg upon his own glistening pale shoulder. Once he felt the weight properly distributed he released his hold of the joint causing the now exposed sweat-covered skin of the two men to feel a pinch of the cold. Goemon gracefully slid his long thin pale fingers down Jigen’s thigh but quickly brought them to a halt as the bearded man called out one word.

“Lupin!”

The slender eyes of the warrior narrowed as Jigen began to struggle and interrupt his rhythm.

“Goemon, stop!” protested the gunman quickly between moans. “Lupin. Lupin is-“

Make no sudden movements
And no one will get hurt

“Lupin is not coming!” barked Goemon. “Now stop resisting or you shall force me to be rough again!” he continued through his grinding teeth. Jigen did not head warriors warning and proceeded to prop himself up on his elbows and began to slide his left leg off of Goemon’s shoulder. The mixed perspiration of the two men caused the sliding motion to go less than smoothly and an abrupt rub steered Jigen’s foot to smack the samurai on the right side of the head.

You're making me nervous

“That is more than enough from you!” snarled Goemon as he reached out, grasped Jigen’s straying ankle, and repositioned his other hand from the knee to under the gunman’s right buttock. With a hard yank at the ankle and shove under the ass, Goemon thrust Jigen’s ass a little higher into the air and further from the bed as he straightened out his own knees to adjust to the height.
Jigen shut his eyes and yelped as he was pushed and pulled like a rag doll. Goemon’s hand soon released the captive ankle and relocated to the left bronzed hip of the gunman. His left hand followed suit and then all ten digits dug into the bony sides of the marksman, their individual nails piercing the dark skin. But the sharp pain of that familiar swelled organ shoving and hastily making its way into his sore and torn anus quickly nulled all the pain of the grip.

If you know what's good for me

Any inkling of the situation between the two men resembling sex had disappeared and it was that raw fuck again. Goemon pounded into that tight anus he always craved. He was close to his end and he wasn’t going to lose it. Between cries, moans, grunts, gasps and clenched teeth the men disputed.

“Go- Goemon!”

“No useless words, Jigen!”

“Love!”

“E-enough!”

“This isn’t- Ahh!”

“I said.. ENOUGH!”

“THISISN’TLOVE!”

“Lupin. Isn’t. COMING!”

Why would I be leaving you?

Jigen cried out as Goemon rammed into him one last hard time and the two of them came with a loud moan. After a subtle grunt the samurai pulled out of the hot space and propped himself against the bed as he breathed heavily. Just moments later, he turned to gather his garments and dress himself all with no words toward Jigen. The lanky marksman just laid on the bed with his hands still semi-clutching the sheets, in pain, panting heavily, slicken in sweat and his stomach strewn with his own semen. Still breathing heavily Jigen, with blurry vision, watched Goemon tie his sash. Only one thought remained in the ravished man’s mind as he exhaustedly stared at the warrior’s movements, ‘You bastard…’ Tired beyond belief, the gunman closed his eyes and turned his head. As he heard the sound of Goemon picking up his sword, Jigen opened his eyes slightly. His vision was still blurred, but he couldn’t mistake the figure standing at the doorway. Jigen realized he couldn’t hear the soft knocks or the door unlock, but knew that his cries of pain and pleasure had been crystal clear to Lupin at the door.

So, what do we do now?
So, What do we do now?
So, What do we do now?
So, What do we do now?

-Fin