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I\'m bored, Lets Do It	By : Trippy Category: +G to L > Lupin III Views: 3449 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I wrote this on a whim, cause I was bored. A fanfic mostly done in Zenigata’s P.O.V. Got sick of looking for fanfics and doujinshi starring these two cause I could never find any. Reviews accepted, flames will be used to warm my feet ^___^
Zenigata was running full speed down the streets of Germany, waving his handcuffs in the air and shouting at Lupin, the man he was chasing.

It was at least midnight or so when he found the whereabouts of the thief. He burst into an abandoned warehouse where Lupin was playing poker with a few other men. He had temporarily split-up with his crew after a well-planned heist went terribly wrong.

Hey, it wasn’t like they were partners or anything! Lupin took a sharp right and entered a rundown hotel, running for the elevator with Zenigata on his heels. He slammed his finger on the button and the doors opened and he slipped inside.

Zenigata tried to make it, but the doors closed and he ran into them, groaning loudly. He looked up and saw that the elevator was going to level seven and he dashed around the corner and up the stairs. He wasn’t going to fail this time!

Adrenaline was surging through his veins at the thought of capturing his prey as he made it to the seventh level, and was met by an empty hall. He furrowed his brows and cautiously made his way past the many doors, curling his upper lip into a snarl.

He actually had a room here and quickly made his way to room 214. ‘Hmph. Probably there just to freak me out’ Zenigata thought as he found his room and pulled out his door key, then slid it into the slot till a green light came on.

Quietly he opened his door, handcuffs ready. Empty. His room was empty. A small four-post bed on the left, a mahogany nightstand beside it, a window ahead of him, a door on the right leading to a small bathroom, and a closet beside the door was all that was in the room.

His eyes darted around the room as he closed the room, slowly walking around the room. He put his hand on the doorknob of the closet, then flung it open. "HA! Lupin, I got you—" Nothing. Absolutely nothing. He gritted his teeth and ran to the window.

Maybe he jumped out the window. He opened the window and looked down, but quickly regretted it when he saw how small the street looked from way up here. Zenigata sighed heavily and massaged his temples. He hasn’t been himself lately. He sighed again and slung off his coat, not caring where it landed.

For some reason he had been giving up too easily. He had been kind of depressed, and he had no appetite. This had happened once before when he tried to ‘move on’, but ohhhhh man, was that a trip. Having Lupin chasing him all over the damn place.

He closed his eyes and shook his head fiercely and felt like slamming his head into the wall in frustration. "What’s the matter Pops, got a headache?" his eyes popped open at the oh-too-familiar voice and snapped his head to the side, spotting Lupin on the other side of the bed.

"LUPIN!" Zenigata bellowed and lunged at him, but the cunning thief hopped over him as if they were playing leapfrog, and Zenigata was now kissing the hardwood floor. He yelled profanities as he jumped over the bed, but in the process accidentally handcuffed himself to one of the posts.

"Gee Pops, you’re really losing your touch," Lupin tried not to laugh at his adversary, but he was just too frikken funny at times! "Grrrr, Lupin!" he tried to look in his pockets for the key with his freehand, but remembered it was in his coat pocket, and said coat was across the room on the ground.

Just to piss him off, Lupin went around to the other side of the bed, just out of the Inspector’s reach. Zenigata tried desperately to grab his prey, but being handcuffed to a bed wasn’t helping much. "Hey, let’s thi this more interesting!"

Lupin shot him that big goofy grin of his as he pulled out a pair of handcuffs from who knows where and seized his freehand, then, for what seemed like no apparent reason at all, cuffed him to the other post! Now Zenigata was lying on his back and sprawled out on his bed.

"Well, see ya Pops, it’s been fun!" he gave him one more smile before turning and going out the door, all the while the Inspector yanked at the cuffs until his wrists started to bleed, "Get back here you son of a bitch!"

After about fifteen minutes of trying to free himself, he huffed and went lax, feeling himself grow tired. Since his head didn’t quite touch his pillow, he used the headboard, then fell into a quiet, yet uncomfortable sleep.

A tiny giggle was enough to wake me and I cracked open one eye to see what it was, and was met with a pair of eyes staring back at me.

"LU—" Lupin squeaked and slapped a hand over me mouth, silencing me. "Ya tryin’ to wake up the whole neighborhood or somethin’?" he was currently sitting on my chest, applying a bit of pressure and I yelled at him to get off, but my request was muffled by his hand.

I noticed that Lupin was acting a bit different. His words were slightly slurred and his actions’ a bit sloppy, indicating that he was probably drunk. I was about to slap some sense into him, but remembered that I was still cuffed to the bed.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand that read 3:42 a.m. and exhaled loudly through my nose, all the while the thief was grinning ear to ear at me. After a few minutes at just staring at one another, Lupin finally leaned down and whispered to me, "Lets have a little fun, shall we?"

My eyes widened considerably when the thief started to undo my tie and, in a panic, I opened my mouth and chomped down on his hand. Lupin screeched and jumped back, holding his wounded hand, glaring menacingly at me.

It was my turn to grin now. Ha! Take that! My small victory was short-lived however as he started to crawl back up to me, an unreadable emotion in his eyes. I had to admit that it scared me a little. What was he thinking?

I opened my mouth to ask what the hell he was doing, but without warning he wrapped his arm around my neck and crushed his lips against mine. I froze. What the hell was he thinking?! His breath reeked of alcohol. My trail of thought dissipated when his warm tongue slid across my bottom lip, demanding I open my mouth.

He could tell I was a tad frightened as I tried to turn my head, to break his bruising kiss, but he put his hands on either side of my head, keeping me still. Those eyes…full of hunger and lust. I had to close my eyes; his seemed like they were trying to bore into my soul.

He bit down on my lower lip and I gasped at the shock of pain, giving Lupin the edge in things as he slipped his tongue inside sliding across mine as if to entice me to play this little game of his.

I refused of course, and wanted so badly to bite that tongue of his. He snorted and pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "What’s the matter Zenigata? Don’t you wanna play with me?" he gave me a feigned innocent look, but I just rolled my eyes.

I jerked at my restraints, wanting to wipe that stupid grin off his face, but he just grinned more and took off my tie; before I could utter a protest, he stuffed it in my mouth then took off his and placed it over my mouth and tied it in the back, creating a makeshift gag.

My breathing got heavier as rage took over my fear and I sat up as best as I could and tried to kick him off me, but he moved up onto my chest once more where I couldn’t reach him. I growled against the silken fabric as he gave me that impish smile of his.

I yelled every curse word I could think of, thrashing around on the small bed. "Mmmm, feisty aren’t we?" Lupin hummed against my ear, which caused a small shiver to course through me and I berated myself. Argh! Quit showing fear you numbskull! That’s what he wants!

At least…that’s what I think he wants. What more could he want? He caught me off-guard when he started to nibble at my earlobe, running his hands up and down my arms, which made me go dead still. My mind was swimming with questions and my heart going ninety miles an minute.

"Sick bastard," I mumbled, but the gag muffled my words and Lupin snickered. "Come on, lighten up Pops. We’re just getting to the fun part," he continued his ministrations, moving from my ear to my neck, nipping at the tender flesh.

I groaned and halfheartedly attempted to shrug him off me, but he stayed firm and was now gripping my arms in a painful squeeze and I pulled at my restraints, hoping he’ll get the hint and loosen up.

He let go of my arms and sat back up onto my stomach, giving me a drunken gaze as he started to unbutton my shirt. Woah, hold the phone! I swung my hips and bucked wildly, trying to throw the pixilated thief off me, but that only excited him more.

When he undid the last button he flung open my shirt, but then scowled darkly at my undershirt. "You know, you wear too many clothes," was all he said as he simply ripped the garment off and I hissed as the cool night air hit my sweat-slicked skin.

He pinched my right nipple and I yelped at the odd sensation and scooted back till my head hit the headboard, but Lupin just shook his head and yanked me back down to him. He leaned down and bit down on the hardened nub, then soothed away the pain with a few swipes of his tongue.

My mind was too jumbled to think of anything at that moment, so I just sighed and let my senses take over. I was tired. I want to say more, but that’s all I was: tired. "Damn Zenigata, you have a pretty nice chest," he murmured, eyeing me hungrily.

I didn’t have any hair on my chest like I should. It was kind of weird, but it didn’t bother me any. Lupin seemed to appreciate it as well as he licked his way down, swirling that hot tongue around my navel, then hooked his thumbs into the lining of my pants.

I gasped and looked to see that he was on the end of the bed and off of me, and I felt like getting a little revenge and clamped my legs together, trapping his neck and he let out a cry of surprise. He struggled to get free, and it was then that I realized that I had only trapped his head.

With his long arm, he reached around my leg and harshly gripped my groin, causing a smothered scream to escape my throat and I quickly released him. He slid off the side of the bed and came up to me, then loomed over me, a look of anger plastered across his face.

He unzipped his fly, then was on me again, knees to either side of me, his erect member merely inches away from my face. I couldn’t help but stare. How the hell does he hide that monstrous thing?! "See how you make me Zenigata?" he asked in low, sexy voice.

I scoffed and back up a little, but I relaxed when I felt him undoing the gag. Hey, maybe he was having second thoughts! I grinned confidently to myself as I spat out my tie, but I knew it wasn’t so as he thrust his hips towards my face.

I went white as chalk then. Is he really expecting me to…?! I growled and I felt like yelling at him for being so perverted, but I kept my mouth shut. "Aw, come on Pops! Open up!" he demanded in a frivolous voice, but I just snorted at him.

After giving me an icy glare, he plugged my nose shut, cutting off airflow. I knew what he was planning, but I refused to open my mouth and held my breath for as long as I could. After about two or more minutes I started to get lightheaded and couldn’t take it anymore.

I took in a deep, refreshing breath of air, but got just a little bit more than I wanted. I was about to bite down on him, when he voiced in an ominous tone, "Bite me and I’ll twist your nuts off." I gazed up at him and saw from his eyes that he was serious.

Not wanting to have any damage done to me, I merely shook my head and wondered what the hell I should do. "Here, lemme help ya," he started to go deeper into my mouth, nearly gagging me. I tried to think of what to do, then swiveled my tongue around the head.

I heard him groan in pleasure and he knocked my hat off, which had surprisingly stayed on after all that, as I pulled back, grazing my teeth across the salty flesh and pretending to know what I doing. As I suckled uncertainly on him, I felt him reach down and started to fondle me through my slacks.

My whole body jerked forward at the touch, knocking Lupin off-balance and just about choking me as the head of his cock hit the back of my throat, sending me into a paroxysm of coughing and hacking. He sat back and let me have my space until I settled down.

Sweat trickled down the back of my neck as I panted like a dog, giving Lupin the chance to ram his tongue in my mouth, his hand groping my semi-hard length, forcing me to play along.

He tasted like cheap wine and as our tongues tangled together, he reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, then down the back of my neck, pushing me closer to him while moving roughly against me. Damn, I’ve never seen him like this before.

He always seems to be in a good mood, always smiling and laughing, never having a care in the world. He always had that boyish charm, but I guess alcohol can affect even him. It then made me wonder what he meant by that, ‘see how you make me’ crack.

I pulled away from his mouth and coughed, then asked in a shaky voice, "W-what did you mean by…" I couldn’t get all of out as I was huffing and puffing. "You mean how you make me?" he sat back and pointed to the enormous rod sticking out from between his legs.

I hesitantly nodded, a throbbing need starting to form in my loins. I then noticed my pants and shoes were gone. Jeez, I knew Lupin was light-fingered, but, unholy crap! I didn’t even feel it! "By the way, I like your boxers," that comment caused a blush to creep across my cheeks.

They were white with hearts on them that I got from mama, which were now starting to get pulled do---hey! I folded my legs and brought my knees up to my chest. He’s not getting them off me that easily!

He growled and seized my ankles and straightened them, but I had my legs squeezed together, but he used that to his advantage and pushed them towards me. "Lupin!! What the hell are you doing?!" I demanded as I felt my body being folded in half.

"What’s it look like?" he slurred, still leaning on my legs. Now my feet were above my head and my lower back off the bed. He yanked down the back of my boxers and ran a cool hand over my rear, licking his lips as I shivered from his touch.

I was about to kick him for his lewdness, but he just grinned at me with a half-lidded drunken gaze. "You can cooperate, or I can do this against your will. Either way, I’m still gonna fuck ya," he confirmed his words with a stinging slap on my ass.

I yelped and tried to squirm out of his grasp as he held my ankles with one hand, slipping his finger into his mouth. Sure I was stronger than he was, but not when I was handcuffed to a damn bed in my frikken underwear!

I was so caught up in my musing that I had forgotten the situation I was in, until I felt Lupin slide his wet finger into me. It was a rather weird feeling, but not unpleasant in the least, even though in this uncomfortable position I couldn’t feel it very well.

I let my legs relax and my body go limp, my legs dropping my either side of Lupin, startling him and forcing him to let go of me. He sighed in exasperation. "Alright, I’ve had enough of this!"

My tore my boxers off me and swung my legs over his shoulders. He licked two of his fingers this time then rammed them into me again and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out at the sudden spark of discomfort.

I was truly not used to being handled in such an intimate yet forceful way. It kind of frightened me. Here I am, the great Inspector Zenigata of Interpol, tied down and at my enemy’s mercy. Oy, what an ironic twist this is.

He was moving around inside me, stretching me; god this felt wrong, but it felt so…nice. Lupin removed his fingers and replaced them with something blunt that started to push past my opening. My breathing was erratic as I shook uncontrollably.

"Don’t worry Zenigata, it’s only gonna hurt for a second," he tried to comfort me by running his hand up and down my leg, which calmed me down a little bit, but I didn’t take my mind off the pain my virgin orifice was going through.

It reminded me of someone pulling duct-tape off themselves very slowly for some reason or another as Lupin entered me, all the way to the hilt. Holding onto my hips, he stayed still to let me adjust, which took a minute for me since he was pretty big.

I found it rather stupid that here I was in my birthday suit, and here he is fully dressed! Though that didn’t matter anymore as he started to move within me, creating a friction that was slowly increasing. It hurt at first, but it was quickly ebbing away and pleasure took its place.

I couldn’t help but moan and Lupin immediately smirked. "You like that?" he asked as he thrust deep into me and hit my sweet spot, causing me to arch my back and let out a ragged yell of bliss. Oh god this feels good!

White lights exploded in front of my eyes as he continually hit that one spot, wrapping his hand around my neglected member and I whimpered slightly, lolling my head back and staring at my bleeding wrists.

"Ohhh…" Lupin groaned and leaned over me as he feverishly pumped into me harder and faster, calling my name over and over again into my ear.

This is wrong, this is wrong, this wrong. But why can’t I believe that?! Oh god… please don’t stop…

By this time I’m bucking into his hand and I’m trying to push back as he pistons into me, but it’s kind of hard to do them both at once, but it seems Lupin is having no trouble doing two things at once. I’m so close to the edge of this pent-up pleasure.

I know from the look on his face he’s trying to holdback as well, but it won’t last long. After one last thrust he snaps his head back and shouts my name as he spills himself into me, jerking me one last time before I go over the edge myself, then he collapses on top of me.

His head lies at the crook of my neck, breathing hard. I was totally at ease, all tension had flooded out of my body, although from being jostled around so much the handcuffs had cut my wrists pretty badly, and blood was running down my arms.

I would have cared more, but sleep was starting to take over my conscious as Lupin righted himself and hopped off the bed. He gave me a sympathetic look as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, then undid his pair of cuffs, went to my jacket and got my key, then undid my own pair.

I hissed slightly but didn’t move as I let my arms drop over the sides of the bed. He pulls out some bandages and wraps up my arms as I lay there. He then pulls the sheets around me and is about to leave, when I whisper, "You still didn’t answer my question,"

He turns and crosses his eyes at me as he gives me a goofy grin. "Hey, if things don’t work out between me and Fujiko, you’re the runner up! Night Pops!" he waltzes right out the door, leaving me gawking. Runner up…

As I finally succumb to sleep, I image myself strangling Lupin with the word ‘JERK’ printed in bold lettering on his forehead, and smile.

Yeah I know. It’s weird, but I got sick of looking for fanfics like this, so I made one! ^.~ Oh stop with the disgusted looks you close-minded blankety-blanks! O.o j/k ^^
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