Disclaimer: Diasuke Jigen and all other Characters are © Monkey Punch and used without permission.
Warnings: Yaoi, NC-17, Angst, Anal.
Pairing: Goemon X Jigen.
This fic may be freely distributed, but not altered in anyway. While the characters are not mine, the story is.

Transcend Nothing
By Spug

It isn’t often that you find a man that is as stoned face as he is.

Honest to God, he scares me. Honor and dignity going hand in hand with deceit and thievery. While I am with Lupin out of friendship and trust, his reasons have a tainted background. Haste Lupin make a wrong move, and he would take his life. I’ve heard him swear more then once, if Lupin were to die, it would be by his hand alone.

More or less, most of the time. He is quiet. Hanging behind Lupin and I. His sword clutched to his chest. Meditating or paying minute attention to our conversation. Tho, despite it all, he hears every word. His manner is calm and peaceful most of the time. But there are those moments.

There would be the click and swish of his sword. The Almighty. It cut through anything and everything. Once that sword was drawn, the peaceful loving Samurai became a stone-faced killer. Wild eyes and quick movements. He would give no mercy if none were deserved. Then once again. The sword would be sheathed and he would return to the quiet and usually grumpy companion we knew so well.

Or thought we knew. Oh, Lupin could read people like a book, he always stated. Even the Samurai. I begged to differ. There was so much mystery surrounding our partner in crime that not even Lupin’s Grandfather could have cracked him.

I have learned this. On nights like these.

Yes. Ones just like tonight. Lupin, my best friend. My partner. I’d even dare to call him my lover. Yet, the other thief would have denounced it. We were good buddies, and I should leave it like that. Lupin was gone. Where? Hell, I don’t know. We’d just finished a caper. A real good one. Nearly a million in uncut gems. We’d smashed and grabbed in the best of style, and then left off to divide the booty. We each got our shares, and then he ran off, probably after that damn woman. He’s always chasing that damn woman.
It’s raining. No. Rain is an understatement. It’s pouring. Storming. Lightening and thunder and all that kind of shit. I watch as droplets as fat as my thumb crash against the window. Ever once in a while, the dark sky lights up in an electric show of power. It makes my insides feel like the bolt is striking deep in me.

It can never just sprinkle when I am left alone with the Samurai. Hell no. It storms. A dark reflection of a calmer side. I had been watching it rage for nearly an hour now. Ever since Lupin had sped away in his little yellow hatchback. Standing before the window with my hands cupped behind my back. Hat tipped down over my face. Cigarette smoke trailing from the stick pressed between my lips.

“Do you think it will dissipate if you stare at it any harder?”

His voice makes me jump slightly. The Lightening couldn’t even do that. I don’t have to look at him. I know what he’s doing. Sitting against the wall in the room. His legs would be crossed underneath him. Shoulders slouched in a relaxed position. His long hair, same length and same dark black as mine, would splay over his strong face. His Gi loose around his fit frame. The sword. That damn sword.. It would be pressed against his left shoulder. And his eyes would be closed. He doesn’t have to look at me either.

I take a hard drag on my smoke. “Gee Goemon.. I dunno. I was thinking, maybe if I went out in it and did a little Jamaican Rain Dance, it might just clear up.” .

My sarcastic whit. One of my better traits you could say. My thin shoulders rose and fell with a shrug as I spoke. The Samurai merely humphed from where he sat. Clearly not amused, and remained where he sat on the floor.

“As amusing as it would be to watch you make such a fool of yourself in the rain, Jigen. The only thing an act like that would bring you would be a cold.” Always the bearer of consequence, but even tho I am not facing him. I can feel a smile curving on his normally scowling face.

But if I am lucky. He will do no more then humor me. It had been a long day. We both are tired. At least I’m tired.

“I haven’t caught a cold in ten years, and with the threat of your ‘earth worm’ soup. It’ll be another twenty before I’ll even think about it.” I pull the nearly dead smoke from my lips and grind it into the astray on the window ledge. The Samurai says nothing to that comment, but I hear his legs shuffle against the ground. He’s getting up.

A slight exhale of breath and I hear his feet against the floor. The soft pat pat of those Japanese sandals across the carpet. My shoulders straighten as he nears. I pull a fresh cigarette from my front pocket; he comes to stand just slightly behind me.

“All I am saying, is you really could find some better use for your time then staring out the window and beholding natures fury. A peaceful shower is one thing. But this kind of weather could damper the better moods our good luck as bestowed on us.”

His voice is low, steady. Speaking to me as if I would, and should learn of his wisdom. I dig for my lighter. “You’re one to talk, sitting on the floor all day long and retreating into the back of your head. ‘Sides... I like watching storms.” I know better then to take his words like simple philosophy. There is always a deeper meaning to them. “I suppose you have an idea to what I should be doing? Stead of wasting my time with this storm?”

He chuckles. Humoring me. I can feel his eyes now. Staring at me from where he stands just a few paces behind. “Perhaps.” They burn, I tell you. This damn Samurai. So full of good things to say and wise words. But I know his words have ill favor behind them. What kind of Samurai gambles and steals anyway?

“That so?” I found my lighter. Dragging it up toward the smoke I have between my lips.

“Just what then?”

He lays a hand on my shoulder. I flinched slightly. I bet he finds that amusing.

“I know just what we can do.” His fingers flex against the nap of my neck as I flip the lighter top open. “We can keep ourselves occupied with a little test of endurance.” Here it comes. He never does this when Lupin is around. He knows Lupin has enough will power to resist.

His fingers are gripping now. I can feel myself beginning to trembling. My thumb scraps against the flint. I can’t get the damn lighter lit.

“I’m going to take you, and you see how long you can last.” Tah-Dah. And now the killer. “Jigen-Chan. How about that?”

Underneath my hat, my eyes narrow. Chan? Oh, I hate that. I hate it when Lupin calls me that. And I hate it even more when the Samurai does it. Unlike Lupin, I can’t pretend he means it well. I pull my shoulder from his grip, taking a closer step to the window. Looking up I can see his reflection in the wet glass. “ How about.. not.” I mutter out, my hands fumbling hard with that lighter. Why can’t I get this damn thing lit?

He chuckles. In the glass I see his eyes. Gleaming sharp and dark as the storming skies. It’s rather silly of me to outright tell him no. I should know better then that. Goemon never takes no for an answer. Everything is a challenge. Whither it is the thrill of a theft, or overtaking your partner in crime.
“ I think you should reconsider, Jigen-Chan.” He shoots a hand out, snatching the lighter from me. I mutter out a halfhearted protest. Why can’t he leave me alone? All I really want is to stand here and smoke till Lupin returns. I don’t want his games. I won’t give in. Not this time. I turn around to face him. With my hat tipped down over my face, he cannot see the frustration in my eyes.

“ Quit yer shit, Goemon. Gimme back my frikken lighter, take yer frikken sword and go bother frikken someone else.” My mouth pulls into a deep scowl as I straighten my shoulders. A manly jester. Like a dog standing it’s territory puffs out its fur. Standing full, I’m over six feet, but the Samurai is still taller.

“ You say that word... way too often.” Goemon grins, playing the silver item easily in his skilled fingers. “ It’s cute.” I mutter a vocal growl to that. Fuck the lighter. The only way to get the Samurai to leave me alone, is to get away from him. I have other lighters in the hideout.

“ Just.. shut up. Lemme alone.” With that, I push past him. My shoulder hitting his. Pushing the Samurai out of my way. I stalk past him, Head lowered. Shoulders shoved backward. Praying to God, he’ll just let me be. I’m not like Lupin. I don’t get horny and easy just cause someone else wants a little.

“ I’ll leave you alone...” His voice had gone cold now, I only got four feet from him, when his hand landed on my shoulder again. “ But only after you take my challenge, Jigen. Don’t fight me.” I casted a look over my shoulder. He’s got That grin on his face. “ ..I always win.”

His grip tightens, fingers dig into my shoulder. I swallow a moment. Hiding my worry under that hat. “ Yer not gonna win, cause I’m not gonna play. If yer that randy, frikken use yer hand. I’m not in the mood.” Again I tore myself away from him.

Maybe if it wasn’t Raining.. But it always rained.

Maybe if I didn’t feel like he just used me...
But that was the truth.

I just wish I could transcend this into nothing but a game. Then I would have no problem with playing.

I really wasn’t surprised when he tackled me from behind. One of my hands had already been curling around the magnum tucked against my thin hip. I heard him unsheathe the sword, and by the time we hit the ground, I had already pulled the handgun from its holster.

But Goemon was quicker then I am. As we rolled, ending up with me flat on my damn back, he pinned my gun hand to the floor with the sheath of his sword. One knee was in my chest. The other crushing my right leg to the floor. He leaned over me, long strands of inky black washing over his scowling face. The tip of that deadly sword pressing to the bottom of my throat.

It was a long silent moment, staring eye to eye with the Samurai.

Finally the scowl faded from his face, and his smile returned. The tip of his sword dug ever so slightly into my neck. “ Have you changed yer mind yet? Jigen-Chan? Still not in the mood?”

I let the gun clatter to the floor where my hand was pinned. I sighed. Soft strands of black rustled against my face. I closed my eyes for just a moment. Dammit. I went slack. Ceasing to fight. I hate myself sometimes. I give up too easily. I wish I had Lupin’s will power. Goemon would never do this with Lupin.

“ Jigen..” Goemon’s calm voice summoned me to open my eyes again. He was leaning further down. His face just inches from mine. “ Your answer?”

I scowled at him. My upper lip twitching in subdued anger. But this is a fight I will not win. “ I’ll take yer frikken challenge.” I muttered out. A heavy sigh shook my shoulders.

The Samurai grinned in triumphant, and the sword was pulled from my throat. With agile grace he sheathed the weapon and tossed it to the couch. His lean form lowered down till he was practically sitting on my upper thighs. I struggled up on to my elbows.

“ You won’t regret it. Consider yourself honored to lay with me.” He acts like it’s a treat that I’m about to let him abuse me for the next half-hour or so.

“ Shit. Shouldn’t I get a frikken plaq or something?” Sarcasm leaked from my lips, but his finger soon silenced them.

“ Hush now. Only uncontrolable sounds do I want to hear gracing your mouth, Jigen-Chan.” His hand was moved, and he was upon me.

Everything about the Samurai is set to overcome. His mouth slants over mine in a ferocious display. His hands tear into the front of my suit, quickly undoing buttons, and sliding calloused digits against my warm flesh. My back hits the ground again. My head jerks slightly, and my hat rolls away from my face.

I always feel like I loose my dignity when I loose my hat. If he notices the bright blush that flushes over my face, he takes no notice of it. He’s too busy digging his tongue into the back of my throat. I moan. Well, fuck. I can’t help it. Goemon always tastes good. Almost scary good. But he’s a scary kind of guy.

I raise my arms and clutch one around his back. The other I snap upward and dig fingers into that wild mop of dark black hair. Clinging, if that’s the right word for it. Sometimes I feel if I didn’t hold on, he’d simple tear me apart.

I breathe heavily through my nose, while kissing him. Raising my own tongue to dance with his. Or, let it be sweep along. It’s actually quite clumsy. The Samaria's hands rip the rest of my shirt open. I let out a muffled scold as I hear buttons clatter to the floor. He scolds me right back by shoving his groin into my with a hard thrust. His already hard as a rock. I know this foreplay will not last long.

Goemon isn’t the kinda guy who really cares for foreplay, like his sharp sword. He gets to the point, rather quickly. He pulls his face away from mine, to let out a gasping growl, then attacks my neck. I wince and let out whimpers as he bites. My long fingers clenching into his back and hair. I tug at his Gi, loosing it around his fit frame.

His hands are at my belt now. Digging fingers into the clasp, unhooking the button, the zip of my fly. He’s kicked of his sandals, and he using he’s frikken toes to pull my shoes off. I really can’t do much. Not with him laying on my like this, all I can do is grip and hold on, and wiggle for his enjoyment. My hands pull the Gi open around him.

I have to admit. Goemon is damn gorgeous. He’s all lean muscle. Smooth and fit. Sweat already glistens on his chest. The site of him makes my cock give a small throb inside my pants. He’s already won right there. He pulls up off me to begin tugging on my pants. I use that as my moment, to gain a little more ground on my position. My legs are free from his weight. Off my arms go from his back, and I push myself up to a sitting position. I let out a small amount of gasping breaths. I have to steady myself.

“ You’re so cute.” He whispers at me. Leaning forward as he slides my pants, undergarments and all, down my thin hips. His mouth trails against my lower belly, following that fine line of soft hair. God, that makes me shiver. I clench my teeth. Hands flying forward to clutch at his Gi. I tug hard, pulling it wide open. He hisses as the cold air greets his skin.

Well, it’s not that cold in here. But he was so turned on at the moment. Off went my pants with a flick of his wrists. He reaches forward, flat palm and shoves me so that my back hits the wall. He doesn’t worry about the rest of my clothes. The shirt was not in his way. Maybe it was a little comfort to me, Hey, I wasn’t completely naked.

But I shouldn’t have been worried with that. I shouldn’t have been thinking about. No, Goemon wasn’t going to let me. His hand slithered down my rail thin form and closed hot fisted around my cock. God, how I jerked. Hands digging into his shoulders underneath that flaying Gi. He moves his hand as skillfully as he would polish his blade. Causing me to wither against the wall. I’m fully aroused now, I bite my lip, My bangs wash over my flushing face, and I feel so God damn submissive right now.

‘ That’s right.. Go with it.” He chuckles as he licks against my belly. Fondling me for a few more moments. He trails and squeezes till I’m panting against the wall. Trails of sweat traveling down my thin face. His one hand falls from my body, and moves to his own. I crack one eye open to see him pulling his loincloth from his body. He swipes the article of clothing against my face before tossing it aside.

And then he’s off me again. I gasp out. Instinctively one of my own hands tries to grip around my own cock, but he catches that thin wrist as he stands up. I let out a protest. “ No..” He growls. I’m aching already. Damn him. Damn him in his games.

“ This one only.” He guides my hand forcefully to his own cock. My eyes follow the suit and widen. I’ve seen his length before, but every time it still makes me catch my breath. Where as Fujiko had some of the biggest breast I’d ever seen, Goemon made me hurt just looking at him. He flexes his fingers and has me curl my hand around the girth.

I let out a slight sigh. I know what to do. I know what he wants. He steps forward as I lean inward. I raise my other hand to met its mate. He lets go of my wrist to curl both of his own hands into my hair. I take a deep breath and dart out my tongue. Lashing it against that hardened length. I bath it for only a few moments, hearing him let out a little moan in approval. before taking it into my mouth.

The Samurai’s fingers tighten like vices against my scalp. Tugging my face closer. I do my best not to choke. I’m good at this. I tilt my head, wrap my tongue and suck. Bathing his thick length in spit. Gotta get it good and wet. I know where it’s going. He never seems satisfied tho, He wants me to take it all. His hips thrust forward, Till my beard scraps against his groin. I writhe, nearly choking. He doesn’t do it for long, he lets up. Goemon isn’t out to gag me to death on his cock.

No. He’d rather fuck me dead.

After a few more deep sucks, he reaches down with one hand and clutches me by the chin, pulling me off his now dripping member. I cough, catching my breath. Licking at my lips. I raise one hand and wipe at the sweat on my forehead. Gasping as sheds his Gi, completely. The garment is kicked away, and he kneels before me again.

“ G-goe..” I start. Not even sure what I’m trying to say. Again he lays a finger against my lips, tickling them slightly, before his simple shoved three of them into my mouthshoushould have bite him. Crunched down on those fingers to teach him not to be such a bastard. But I didn’t. I sucked. Just like I had done to his cock. Swirling my tongue around those tough digits. My head laid against the wall.

But with a swift tug from his other hand, it was against the floor again. He pulls his fingers from my mouth, and I watch as they disappear between us. I perk a brow, I know where they are going, but I still yelp in surprise when he shoves two of them up to his knuckles in me. A ferocious blush once more flushes over my cheeks. He chuckles and gives me a kiss, Then slides those slackened fingers against me, adding the third finger as I started to relax. I shivered, the sensation causing me to spread my thighs a bit. He licks at my chest as calm a bit. I can’t help it. The motion. I love that. It’s almost gentle. He won’t be that way for long.

His hand pulls away, reaches up and brushes the damp bangs from my face. Positioning himself. I feel the head of his length brushing against me. He’s grinning as he moves his hands to my hips.

“ Ready? Jigen-Chan? The challenge really begins now. Can you transcend it?”

I let out a breath. “ Shut up and fuck me.”

He lets me get away with that one. Cause it’s what he wants to hear. Another kiss to my forehead. His grip tightens against my thin hips.

And then he shoves himself all the way to the hilt into me.

“ Ahhhhh GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!” Yep. I scream. My back arching against the floor. My Arms fly up and wrap around his neck. Fuck, Fuck he’s big. He fills me like I can’t explain. Hard tip nudging right into that spot. I spasmin, even before he begins moving. I d cod come ..right.. there. No.. no.

I have to last longer then this.

“T..tight.” Is all he mutters out as he begins moving. Soft at first. A slow grinding rock of his hips, pushing himself steadily in and out. I’m no blushing virgin, but I could sure feel like one with Goemon. He hurts. But only for a moment or two. By the time he begins building a pace, I’m use to his size. ....Somewhat.

The Samurai doesn’t stay gentle for long. As soon as I grow use to the pace he sets, he quickens it. Thrusting harder, grinding himself deep inside me. God, I can’t help myself. I’m glad no one is home. I’m frikken noisy.

“God.. fuck..dammit..oh.. frikken..Goemon..ah.. oh..” Blah Blah Blah. I hope no one ever records me doing this. But it seems to please the Samurai. He rewards my noises with even harder thrusting. Bending over my like a predator. His teeth nip against my skin. All I can do is hold onto his shoulders, whine, beg and push myself back against him.

But he doesn’t like for me to be able to do too much for myself. He rears back a bit. Grabbing my legs, and hauling them up onto his strong shoulders. I whine out. Why do I have to be so goddamn flexible? I loose my grip on his shoulders as he begins to pound his cock into me at a brushing speed. Ah god.. this position.

I’m gasping, whining. Every single thrust is slamming into me. Deep, I can feel him nudging into places he shouldn’t have been. I claw at the floor. My mouth open, panting. Crying. Fucking.. begging him. And he only moves harder. Slamming. Shoving me into the floor. I’m gonna leave a fucking print here.

With a few more god-loving vicious thrusts, I feel myself loosing grip on my body. Goemon is getting blurry, all I see his moving face, surrounded by hair, his mouth pulled into a tight carnivorous grin. Wild. .. Fuck he scares me. But He’s gonna get me off anyway.

Just a couple more thrusts.. That’s all I need. I yelp out his name, paw at the air, Almost there, I feel him slam into my again and again and again...

And then he pulls out, leaving me on the breaking point. His hands fly to my own wrists, grabbing them before I can curl then around my own cock and finish off the job.

I gasp out. The orgasmic high dwindling back down to the raw ache. I thrash against him. He laughs, and then pulls me against his sweaty form.

“ You f-f-fucker.. finish it up!” I gasp out, fighting at him.

“ Shhh.. Shhh.” The Samurai licks my sweaty face. Slowly rubbing his still hard erection against my belly. “ I told you Jigen-Chan, This is a challenge.. and I’m not ready to end it yet.” He holds my wrists tight.

“ This is torture.” Ah god.. I want to come. My eyes water up. He finds that cute, and licks at the tears. Holding me in a hug till the needing ache settled back down to a want again.

I nearly loose the horny moment, but his fingers begin teasing at my ass again. He pulls us both up, fondling me for a moment, and then shoves me away from him. My side hits the arm of the couch.

He’s behind me in a flash. “ I know what you want, and believe me Jigen, waiting for things, only make them better when they come.” He grinned, and pushed me till I was leaning on the arm of the couch.

A smack to my backside. I winced.

“ Round two. Ready?” The Samurai aids with a little nip to my shoulder.

I let out a little growl and nodded my head. Fine. I would play his game. Maybe I would win.
And to think I hadn’t wanted to play in the first place.

This time he doesn’t bother to tease me, fully back in he goes with a growl of his own, and the swarming feelings are back. My hands clasp armrarmrest of the couch I’ve been bent over. I like this position, I have ground. I plant my feet hard against the carpet, curling my toes for leverage. I arch myself up just slightly, so he’s not slamming into my frikken prostate so much.

I can’t believe I’m doing this either? Why do I suddenly want to overcome the Samurai? Maybe it would scar his damn pride? He’s movements are no less gentle then they were before. Each slam of his body into mine is brutal, but I’m up on it now. I’ve moved my body to a more comfortable position. So I egg him on.

“ That all you got? Come on Goemon, Fuck me, I anit feeeeeling it!”

He growls again, and his hands grip tighter to my hips. Digging digits deep into the skin, bruising and pulling back hard against him. “I’ll show you..” And he leaned inward, dragging my body upward a little, I feel my feet leave the ground, my toes stretching for the floor. Epp! Shoulda kept my mouth shut.

He was nudging directly into that spot again, and he had me squirming and begging again. Damn, that move would have fooled Lupin. Oh God, This is why I love this position so much. My hands claw at the cushions of the couch. Hot white light was spreading before my eyes, But I can tell Goemon was loosing his control as well. His thrusts were becoming uneven and overly rough. Oh God.. oh.. God.. oh ...

I kicked out, shoving him backwards away from him. It caught him totally by surprise. Maybe he never thought I would use his own trick against him. As soon as I was free, I took off the couch and down the hall.

“JIGEN! HOW DARE YOU...G-GET BACK HERE!”

I hear his feet on the floor as he takes off after me. I can’t help but let out a laugh. I would have loved to see his face right now. But my plan was working, the orgasmic high had settled back down again.

“ Daisuke Jigen.. I am going to have to screaming for me to stop when I catch you.” I feel his hands miss on my back, I make a sharp left, into the planning room. I jump onto the table, as he missed again, off the item, around a chair..

..and out the backdoor.

I hear him nearly hit the door as I flung it open. “ JIGEN!”

But I had forgotten one thing. It was pouring outside. The cool rain hit my skin and thoroughly soaked the shirt I still had on. I also slipped in a puddle.

Ending up face first in the wet grass. It wasn’t the smartest move.

Goemon tackled me with a growl. He didn’t care that it was raining, or muddy or that we went rolling across the lawn and barely missed a tree.

And god, I couldn’t help, but laugh my ass off as he grabbed me and pulled me up by my soaking hair and pinned me face first to the tree we’d barely missed.

“We’re gonna catch a cold!” I tease him as he bite into my neck. I wiggled. Brr. Rain was cold, but not even this cold shower was turning the Samurai off.

“I have soup!” He growled into my neck, shoving my thighs apart one more time. He said something else, but a strike of lighting drowned his voice out.

It didn’t matter, like the lighting, he was fast, and inside me once more before I could reply. Bark was biting into my flesh as he pounded me against the tree.

Three times the charm. This time, I doubt either of us was going to pull away. His teeth were at my neck as he grinded his cock full and deep up into me. I just held onto the tree like a beatnik as he hit that spot over and over again.

This time when the over bearing sensation began to grasp my body, I just let it come. Behind me Goemon was moaning out himself. His thrusts were deep and full. But I could feel him slipping. His hands flexed against my hips, Jerking me back against him.

Ah.. Ah.. so good. I couldn’t take it anymore. Over I went. Spasing hard back against him. I let out a scream as I came, tightening myself hard around him.

Trick did the work. Goemon let out his own growl, One more final brutal thrust, and I felt the warmth shooting into me.

Um yep.. that was really good. For a few moments, all we did was pant, he was leaning heavily on me. And I was hugging a tree, Lupin could have driven up and probably crashed and I don’t think either of us would have cared.

Then the Samurai finally pulled off me. I let out a satisfied sigh, catching my breath, and turned around to face him. To my surprised he was frowning at me.

“ What’s with the scowl, G-man? You won.”

“ No.” He shook his head, and suddenly grabbed me up, cuddling my soaked form to his. “ After you got away from me, I could think othinthing but taking you again. So you won.” He licked my face and began walking toward the house.

I let out a laugh and petted his wet head. “ Let’s call it a drawl okay?” I really felt funny being carried, but for now. I let him have his way.

The Samurai grinned to that, but it was a sneaky grin. “ Very well, Jigen-Chan. It was a drawl today.” We entered the house, dripping water everywhere. “ But next time. I will win.”

He gave me an eye we headed for the bathroom. I just grinned at him and yawned. “ Alright. We’ll see. But for now Goemon..”

“ Yes?”

“ Put me down.”

“Make me.”

I sighed. Everything was a challenge to the Samurai. But at least this time. I had matched it. I could transcend nothing with him. But I could break even.

The End.