Adult-FanFiction.org : Anime

Tainted Time	By : InspectorZenigata Category: +G to L > Lupin III Views: 3647 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Lupin III, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 12
- 13
- 14
Chapter 13
Count the Ways
Gritting his teeth, Lupin rubbed at his temples, trying to control the headache washing over his mind like acid.

�It burns, it burns, Shits.� He whimpered, eyes clenched shut. It had been years on top of years since he had even had a stress migraine, more since one any where near this bad.

It just wasn�t adding up. All the clues and directions placed the treasure in, well, nowhere. Just floating out in the middle of that great big space between the ground and outer space.

Clutching at his scalp, Lupin trembled as another wave of pain coursed over him, brought on by someone�s snoring.

Someone�s very loud snoring. �Damn it Pops.. You better be damn glad I love you, otherwise you would be playing the Flintstones cat and on the doorstep for you.� Lupin muttered, taking thin breathes, as he fought back a wave of nausea.

It was almost as if he was missing the key. A single thing and it would all fall into piece. Hot tears welled up in his eyes as he clenched his jaw, fighting the pain and sick feeling.

Suddenly, the snoring stopped. �Huh?� In mid cringe, Lupin peeked out from under his arms that circled his ears, looking to the bed.

And into a pair of dark eyes. �What time is it?� Zenigata yawned, sitting up slightly.
�A little after 4.� Zenigata tilted his head slightly, more then noticing the weak waverly thread in Lupin�s voice.

�Come here.� His voice was gruff, a veiled emotion in it, Lupin could tell that, but wasn�t sure what it was. Anger? Hate? Grief? Did he mess up?

Worried, Lupin perched on the side of the bed, composer like that of an unruly child send to the office, forced to play the waiting game in a wooden chair outside the door.

Uncomfortable and scared.

�Two days left Lupin�� Zenigata�s voice sat heavy in the air, almost like a thick fog, lying on the floor.

�I love you. I�ve deiced that. Or figured it out. I�m not sure which.� The sheets shifted, a whisper in the intense quiet that glowered over them. �If you love me too, I need you promise me one thing� if you care at all��

Lupin swallowed hard, trying to make his chest work as Pops spoke. But it just wouldn�t, each word seemed to grip tighter on his throat, closing it off.

��wha..� Lupin cleared his throat, fighting back the wave of fear that ate at his insides. �What?� He asked at last, terrified of the answer.

�Tomorrow, I want you guys to take me back there.. back to the cult�.thing. And then get the hell away.�

The blood pounding in his ears stopped, an eerie nothingness seemed to sweep over all of the younger mans thoughts for a moment. �Pops, what the hell are you talking about?� he asked, full knowing what was on the old cops mind.

Because it was what he would of done.

�I can tell its not going well Lupin. I�ve never seen you look this defeated, even though you are hiding part of it.� Zenigata shifted, laying a hand on the red-sleeved shoulder that sat in front of him, its owner facing away. �You�re a pain, but not stupid. Don�t make me say it Lupin.�

The thick fingers flexed, clutching a little harder as Zenigata felt the tremors run through Lupin.

�Don�t Pops.. Please don�t� Lupin begged, voice muffled by his hands, a failing fence for his emotions and tears.

�When it goes off, I want to be there. Right in the middle.� A bitter sob leapt from Lupin�s lips, the hand on his shoulder moving softly in response.

�I�m not doing that Pops.� He stated softly, standing from the bed.
Hurt, Zenigata watched as his hand slid off the rising form, Lupin now out of his reach.

�I�m not going to send you in there like some sort of sick sneak attack.� Lupin�s hands clenched into tight fists, arms trembling slightly with the force of it. �If you die, they won�t die with you.�

�Lupi-� Zenigata began, confused.

�No!� Lupin growled, turning about quickly, eyes glowing with a rage that made the old cop scoot back along the bed, putting more space between them. �You are not going there to die! They will not die with you!� The tumbler that had rested on the side table exploded in a shower of glass upon meeting the far wall, via Lupin�s forward pass.

He had never seen the thief like this. Zenigata swallowed hard, his dark eyes scanning the room. What the hell was going on? It was as if he was trying to save them, the bastards that did this to him, the bastards that tortured Lupin himself.

A sick little voice whispered in the back of his mind, saying things he couldn�t bear to even listen to. All a plot, a ploy.. And now, the man he cared about more then anyone else in the world was showing his true side. That he and the twisted cult had, were, working together.

Acid boiled up in his stomach, burning away all his hopes, dreams and feelings of peace, leaving behind only the rotted shell of despair and betrayal. On shaking limbs, Zenigata stood from the bed, hot tears gathering along his lashes, stinging his eyes.

He would go there himself. Find a place to hide, a place to rest for the next day or so.
A place within the compound. A place to die.

�Stop!� He froze, the awful anger that dripped from Lupin�s voice making it impossible not to do as it ordered. �I know what you are going to do. You�re not going there Pops! If I have to tie you to this bed and drug your fine ass up, I will!�

�Lupin, please, just let me go. You know I won�t make it inside unnoticed, so you don�t have to worr-" Zenigata begged quietly, the words pleading, but his voice as gray and dead as a cat chewed mouse. The tears that had been barely held in slipped free, spurring a soft sobbing gasp that cut off his words.

�They can�t die with you, Pops. If the murdering bastards die with you, I won�t be able to kill them myself, watch them as their lives slip away.�

Zenigata blinked, and slowly lifted his head from its study of the floor. A little unsure, he looked towards Lupin.

If there was one person, one person only, in the entirety of what has and what will be, that would destroy everything and anything that stood in his way, without a second thought, in that moment, he was captured in the red jacket thief that stood over him.

�No one that hurts you should be allowed such an easy death.� Lupin whispered, crossing the bed to the side his cop stood at. �No one.�

Relief washed over Zenigata, his sorrow crumbling and dissolving within the thief�s, albeit a little twisted, declaration of his love. The cornucopia of emotions and thoughts that had traveled Zenigata�s weakened body in such a short time made standing a joke.

With graceful, almost timed movements, Lupin was there a second later when the older mans legs gave out, supporting the larger frame for a moment before guiding him back to the bed.

�I�m sorry� I�m sorry. �Lupin soothed, forcing Zenigata to lie down. �I didn�t mean to scare you Old Man. Lord knows it wouldn�t be good for your heart.� He teased, pressing a simple kiss to the cops� forehead.

�I�m going to solve this riddle, I�m going to find that bat. And you are going to live to chase my ass wherever I decide we should do the horizontal mambo next.�

Zenigata couldn�t hide his small laugh at the monkeyish grin that curled along the lips of the man leaning over him. In the past, that single expression would have haunted his dreams, mocking him as the thief danced just out of reach of his cuffs.

Now, it was just sexy.

�Get some rest Pops. I�ll be right over here incase you ne-� Lupin arms wind milled as he was dragged forward, the cry of shock and protest drank up by the insistent lips pressing to his.

The moment of surprise over, Lupin relaxed into the kiss, a low murr rumbling in his throat as Zenigata�s tongue danced along the slight barrier of his teeth before delving deeper into his mouth.

More then pleased, Lupin returned the actions in like form, the bed creaking as he shifted his position from leaning over to straddling the cop.

Zenigata grunted slightly at the delicious pressure created with Lupin�s new seating arrangement. It was joined by a breathy gasp as Lupin noted the first reaction and countered it by grinding slightly against the larger man.

Breaking the kiss, Lupin laid his head along side Zenigata�s, breath ruffling the close cropped hairs that thrived on his loves scalp.

Hot hands slipped under his jacket, sliding up along his back, their heat barely suppressed by the shirt.

Giving a small shudder, Lupin closed his eyes against the delightful sensation. Fun as this all was, as much as he was enjoying it�.

�Pops.. Pops.. � He whispered against the cheek on his. �But we don�t have time. The code, I have to- ugnnnhn��

The hands that had moments ago been teasing his spine, gripped tighter on his ass, sending a second volley of sparks burning through him as the cop pulled his forward slightly again. The four layers of fabric between the flesh may as well of been tissue paper, aphrodisiac laced paper.

�

�We have to. I don�t want to die without this- just one more time.� Zenigata pleaded, moving his lips closer to Lupin�s ear. A shudder ran through the man as Zenigata�s moist breath curled against it, touching all the most receptive places.

�You�re not going to die, I promise.� Lupin offered, needing to break free from the touches, the scents, the heat, and the bliss that he knew making love to Zenigata offered.

No matter most of him was against the action. The dissent grew as the moisture heavy warm closed in on his lobe.

He only had the split second of time to realize if Zenigata did what Lupin hoped/feared, the code breaking would have to wait. A split second of time before it happened.

�Oh shittt�.� Lupin hissed, the hand that rested on the bedspread gathering the fabric in large clumps as Zenigata nibbled lightly on Lupin�s ear. The low chuckle that vibrated against his neck in response did Lupin no good either.

Wrapping his arms around Lupin�s back, Zenigata sifted and rolled over, bearing the thief with �You�re not going anywhere until I say so.� He stated with a lopsided grin.

�Let me see�. My cop has me held against my will, isn�t going to let me go. This is just wrong.� Lupin said sadly, shaking his head slightly. �House Arrest and I don�t even get cuffed?�

�There you go with the handcuffs again. Do you have some sort of fetish? Is that why you always let me cuff you, only for you to slip out a few moments later?� Zenigata asked, nimble fingers working the blue shirts buttons. �For a cheap thrill?�

�Maybe� I can�t tell you everything. What good is a man without mystery?� Lupin grinned, mirth almost dripping from his words.

�I mean, you don�t know my middle name. Who knows, maybe my middle name, the mystery of it, will keep us going when we�re old. Or, I should say, when your old and I'm just.. Wait, That�s right now.� He teased, running his fingers through the cops short hair as the larger man untucked his shirt before drawing it off.

�Perigrinous�

�Wh-What?!� Lupin yelped, both from the single word, and the slick tongue that circled his now exposed navel.

�Perigrinous.� Zenigata repeated, voice muffled by the fabric between his teeth. Unbuttoning someone�s pants with your mouth was something Zenigata had always wanted to try, even just once.

�Well.. there you go. You just killed the magic.� Lupin intoned, the sharp intake of breath that followed making a lie of his words as Pops laid a kiss against the blue and white boxers.

�Really? Then, I guess I�m done here.� Zenigata teased, the bed creaking as he shifted, readying to get up.

�No-no-no�..� Lupin backpedaled quickly, the hand in the cop�s hair applying light downward force. �I meant my Moms middle name.. and Dads.� He amended.

Chuckling, Zenigata hooked his thumbs along the waist of the pants and boxers alike, pulling them down a few inches.

�Muriel.� Lupin blinked. Damn, the old guy was good!

�It�s a box set Pops. Just one won�t do ya know.�

�Francis� Zenigata added, tugging at the double layer of fabric down a little farther.
�So, should I pull them back up, or can you do it yourself? I mean, if the spark has faded..� he trailed off, feinting innocence.

�Shut up and make love to me.� Lupin laughed.

�Well, if you�re sure..� Zenigata shrugged, enjoying making the thief squirm. �Yes, yes, I�m sure.� Lupin huffed, lifting his hips and struggling with the clothing in the way of what he wanted. �You know, it�s my job to tease you, not the other way around. What�s next? You gonna pull some daring daylight heist on elephant back?�

�Well, its still daylight, and I�m stealing these-� he grunted, pulling Lupin pants and boxers off with one swift movement. �-And I�ve got a Monkey on his back.. I�d say that�s pretty close.�

The sheets rustled softly as Lupin scooted up farther on the bed, making way for the man that climbed onto the foot of it, an animalistic look in his eyes. One of the large hands ghosted by his thigh, the heat coming off it as powerful as a full caress.

�Please.. No more teasing Pops..� Lupin whimpered, closing his eyes. �I need you. I need you to touch me. Please.� He begged, body arching upwards ever so slightly. A deep chuckle danced over his ears, the sound of it as alluring as anything he had ever seen, heard or touched.

The body under him jerked as if touching a live current as Zenigata drew a fingernail up the thief�s length, the flesh twitching in response. Slowly, in the most painfully teasing manner he could muster, Zenigata wrapped his hand around the man, finger by finger.

�Po-oooooppps�� Lupin whined, pressing his head the pillow. �Come on. I promise, I�ll � I�ll�.. give back something I stole, anything your choice.� He bargained, face clenched up in frustration.

�Nun-uh.. No go.� A devious cat-like grin slid along the cops face. He wasn�t going to let Lupin play lets make a deal with this. He wasn�t Monty Hall, and the thief wasn�t dressed as a giant chicken.

�Close your eyes.� Lupin blinked, face flushed as he watched the slow, ever, ever so slow movements of Zenigata�s hand. It was painful; the snail like progress while his body was fumbling for the gas pedal. Well, if doing what Pops said would make him play nicer, Lupin was more then willing.

The wooden beams of the ceiling faded from his view as his eyes slide shut, the lack of sight almost instantly bring his other senses to new heights. And he felt the sudden lack of the hot handed touch all the more. A small whimper pressed against his ears before Lupin realized the noise had come from him.

�Keep them closed.� A gruff, sexy voice warned, he could almost see the mirth flash in those deep brown eyes, those beautifully lashed orbs.

The bed shifted, creaked, his eyebrows knitting in concentration� trying to figure out what the old man was-

�Oh Shit!� Lupin bucked hard, only the larger mans hand pressed tight against his thigh stopping him from leaving the beds sheeted surface as his entire length was suddenly plunged into the older mans mouth.

It appeared the cop was done teasing. Lupin gasped, the sheet under him snapping off the corners of the mattress as he clawed at it, fighting the urge to open his eyes, to watch as Zenigata did this to him.

Zenigata closed his own eyes, feeling the twitching and trembling of the flesh under his hands, the fluttering pulse pressed to his tongue. Lupin was enjoying this. And in return, so was he. Nothing, not even catching the man, filled him with the same kind of thrill this did. The buzz of lust, love.

Whatever its name was, it was delicious.

It was almost a keen, the sound Lupin made as he drew his teeth along the tender flesh. It pleased the old cop to no end that he was doing this; he was the cause of Lupin sounds of pleasure.

Lupin gasped, gritting his teeth as a deep shudder ran over his body, as a hot tongue ran over his flesh. How did he� how..

�Pops..�

Zenigata paused, looking towards the panting man through thick lashes as he spoke. �You gotta tell me. this-have you done this before?� he asked, tone begging to know, amazement floating around the sound of the words.

A deep chuckle was the only reply he received, the vibrations from the amusement doing wonderful, wonderful things to him.

Had he ever done this before? Zenigata grinned slightly, tracing his tongue along the slick surface, more then amused by the thief�s question. He drew a deep breath in through his nose as he stepped up his ministrations, increased moans falling like delectable snowflakes on his ears.

Lupin couldn�t take much more of this, the mans mouth seemed alive, knowing and rooting out each action, movement, that he needed, wanted, even before he knew it.

�Tell meee...� he begged, head rolling on the pillow, eyes long since having opened on their own. �Please..� he repeated, raising his head to finally take in the sight he had been painting behind his eyes for so many long minutes. No matter how he had imagined it, the true sight of it was all the more better.

He had let him wonder long enough. Giving in, Zenigata glanced towards the thief, full knowing by now his eyes would be open, and shook his head no.

Lupin moaned, fingers almost locking into a clutched position. This was his first time? If this was, the first time and he was this, this amazing.. How would this feel after he had done it more?

The sheer thought of it, the imagined sensations experience would bring, was the final straw. Lupin gave a short raw yell, back arching of the bed in that supreme moment of ecstasy, no matter the weight of the large hands clamped down on his legs.

He hadn�t been expecting it; he wasn�t ready for Lupin�s climax. Choking slightly, Zenigata fought to breath as the thief throbbed in his mouth, clawed at the bed.

Pulling from as Lupin�s trembling clamed, the cop coughed a few times before taking deep shaky breaths.

�You okay, Pops?� the thief�s shaky voice held concern. He hadn�t meant to, without warning him first at least. He wasn�t sure the old cop had knew exactly what he had gotten himself into and was now a little worried.

A few more jarring coughs before Zenigata spoke. �Yeah, I'm fine.. Wrong pipe.� He admitted, looking sheepish.

Lupin had to laugh. The old man looked sexy as hell, sitting there, face flushed, and expression one of a boy found peeping. Sitting upright, knees under him, Lupin reached out to Zenigata, noting how his arm, entire body was still trembling from the experience the old man had just given him.

�Come here you stud, you.� He whispered, eyes dancing with overall joy.

Zenigata smiled back and moved along the bed, until he held the younger man in his arms, their noses gently touching, foreheads against each other.

�How do I love thee.. Let me count-� Lupin's eyes staring into his blinked, before growing wide. �Holy Shit.. That�s it.� The younger man whispered, those brown eyes glazing over slightly as a genius mind traveled in its own depths.

�Holy Shit!� Lupin laughed, pressing a sudden deep kiss to the cops startled lips. �I figured it out Pops! Thank to you, you gorgeous hunk of man, I figured it out!� he crowed, unable to keep the cheesy, lopsided grin off his face.

Zenigata smiled, a smile that broke into a wide grin. He knew exactly what Lupin was talking about. �Then go break that code!� he admonished, giving the man a small shove.

The thief started to pull away, then paused, eyes drifting downward, to the obvious want of the cop. �But-� he began, but was cut of by a playful, yet firm push. �Not important, not important! Go! Go do that voodoo that you do so well.� He demanded, laying down, regarding Lupin with happy eyes.

�Are you sure, old man?� Lupin demurred. �Are you sure?� A small nod and a large smile was his only answer. �Thanks love.� He whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to the mans forehead.

�So� what did you figure out?� He asked, voice lazy as Lupin shuffled through the papers on the desk.

�Did you make secret codes when you were a kid Pops?� he asked, looking over his shoulder at the cop. �Ya know, back in the dark ages?� Lupin teased, papers flying about as he dug deeper for the single one he needed.

�Yeah, didn�t everyone?� he asked, ignoring the quip about his age. It was Lupin. If the thief didn�t make jokes like that, it wouldn�t be him.

�Well, tell me, did you do anything special with the letter E?� he asked, words muffled slightly by papers in his mouth. Ah, there it was.. The code paper itself.

Zenigata nodded, arms folded behind his head, one leg draped over the other. �Yeah, I would use 2 or 3 symbols for it so the code couldn�t be broken easy-� he stopped, looking towards the man as he laughed in glee.

�That�s it, isn�t it?� Zenigata sat up, face shining with pride for the achievement of his love. Lupin giggled in response.

�It is! It is!� He fairly danced about. �This one here-� he stabbed at the paper with one finger. �Is the same letter as this one here, and here and here!� he chortled, finger jabbing and poking all over the place.

�Its all falling in place Old Man. It�s all coming together now. By this time tomorrow, they will have their damn bat, and I will have you, safe and sound.� Lupin promised, then feel silent, overactive mind fully absorbed by the task at hand.
- 12
- 13
- 14
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Tainted Time